#brock has more dad's eyes

[masterjacobofficialblog]

Crankybeard and Mama Brock but younger and when Mama Brock was alive...

[myperfectfatdads]

Dads Ring

This is Brock and sadly his dad passed away last week. The passing had definitely taken a toll on him but him and his dad were never really close. They were totally different people as Brock liked to hang with friends go to the gym etc.. His dad on the other hand was totally different he mostly just sat in his recliner chair all day and watched football while drinking beer. He definitely started to do that a lot more after Brock’s mom’s passing. His dad was old had a huge beer belly with a beard and very out of shape.

His passing was kind of a blessing though to Brock as he is now moving into his dad’s old house. Arriving at the house Brock is filled with tons of different memory’s some good and some bad. But he’s just glad to be there. Brock quickly tried to unpack his stuff as he didn’t have much. All of his dad’s old stuff was still there so he didn’t have to bring much in the first place. Brock gets all of his stuff sorted out and put awake nicely. All he has left is a few boxes that need to be put into the attic. Brock hauled all of the heavy boxes up to the dark attic, surprisingly that was his first time up there despite being there so much times. Brock having nothing better to do takes a look around opening old boxes.

Finding nothing interesting Brock is about to head down but something catches his eye. His dad’s ring, what the hell was this doing up here in the attic his dad is always wearing his ring Brock can’t seem to remember the last time he saw him with it off. That’s odd what is it doing up here in the attic though. Curious Brock picks up the ring and slides it on his finger. Huh a perfect fit Brock thinks to himself. Looking at the ring Brock decides to keep it on I means it’s a great fit and kind of even looks good on him like it was meant to be.

As soon as Brock put on the ring his stomach could not stop rumbling. Damn I guess that means it’s time for dinner he thinks to himself. Going down and looking into the fridge there not even a single piece of food as he hasn’t even had time to stalk his fridge yet. So Brock just decides to order pizza instead as it’ll just be easier. Normally when Brock gets pizza he just orders a medium pizza. But the rumbling in his stomach said that he wants more so Brock settles on a large pepperoni pizza a side of bread sticks a two bottles of beer. Now normally Brocks not a big beer drinker but something about it tonight sounded good to him. The food arrived shortly after and Brock could barely resist he sat down in his dad’s favorite recliner chair and turned on the foosball game for the night. Brock dove in eating slice after slice of pizza and cracking open his cans of beers there was no holding back for Brock. After what just felt like minutes Brock was already done and letting out a big burp. Brock looked down at his stomach. Damn he looked huge he thought to himself as after that big meal he was definitely bloated. Brock to tired to get up and head to his bed slowly reclines back into his dads chair and drifts asleep.

Waking up Brock felt tired and sluggish two things he almost never feels while getting up. Brock noticed he still has his father’s ring on Brock reaches to try to take it off but the ring won’t budge. It’s almost like it stuck. Brock doesn’t really mind though as he think the ring kinda looks good on him. Brock’s stomach rumbles again as it feels like the worst pain Brock has ever felt he’s starving. Brock rushes to his kitchen but barely finds any food. The only thing he manages to find is a pancake mixture. Brock throws the batter onto the stove cooking up almost a dozen pancakes maybe even more. Brock can’t even think straight he’s so hungry, he digs in not even giving himself time to chew. He’s on auto pilot mode just eating pancake after pancake he’s so focused Brock doesn’t even realize his stomach slowly start to expand out there punishing against his shirt. After he’s done he finally gives himself a chance to breathe. He’s got a lot of work to do today though as he needs to get busy. After hours of long hard work getting the house together Brock thinks he deserves some lunch and he doesn't hold back cooking up three hamburgers as he went to the store after breakfast. He chowed down on lunch finishing it in less then five minutes. Brock things he deserves a break so he grabs a beer from the fridge and goes to sit down in his dad’s recliner. Brock wakes up a little while later still in the recliner tv still on. Brock gets up to used the bathroom while in there something caches his eye it was his stomach it was pushed out a little bit making Brock look a little chubby.

He brushes it aside as it’ll probably just disappear in the morning he thinks. Brock walks over to his bedroom and plops himself down onto his bed. Brock thinks it’s a little weird sleeping in his dad’s bed but doesn’t really mind that much the only annoying part about it is a huge indent in the mattress from where his dad used to sleep. Brock quickly asleep.

Waking up in the he hasn’t even realized how big he’s gotten. Damn I really need to cut back on the food he thinks to himself while getting dressed. Brock struggles to get his belt buckled as his stomach was in the way. Even though Brock knows he shouldn’t eat he can’t resist he’s starving. Brock rushes into the kitchen feeling like if he doesn’t eat something this instant he’s not gonna make it. Brock throws some bacon on the grill and heats up three big cinnamon rolls. Shortly after they were done and Brock plops himself down to eat them. Damn these cinnamon rolls are dry he thinks, he needs something to wash them down. Oh a nice glass of beer would be perfect for that he thinks. Brock is about dig in but his shirt feels really tight for some reason and not thinking much of it he slips it off and digs in. Bite after bite Brock just keeps getting fatter and fatter almost to the point where the bottom on his jeans is about to burst. One more bite could do the trick and so it did the bottom burst off flying across the room and Brocks beach ball belly rested on his legs. Brock panicked stands up and jiggles his belly watching it bounce in the process.

Damn he looks huge Brock’s thinks to himself. He needs to stop eating but no matter what he does he can’t. Also his dad’s stupid ring won’t come off his finger, speaking of dad Brock’s starting to look a lot like him really taking after his pops living in his legacy. No that’s not what he wants though Brock wants to look young I mean what are his friends gonna think of his gut. Brock brushes it all aside i’m not becoming my dad am I no that can’t be right I hated my old man. Brock pauses and looks down at his gut damn the six pack that he worked so hard for where has it gone same with his pecs now two moobs rest atop his stomach. And his nice pair of jeans ripped speaking of new clothes he needs a new pair. Looking around he can’t seem to find anything that’ll fit his new size. Looking in his dad’s room he finds tho perfect solution. His dad’s old clothes I mean no one else is going to wear them so might as well. Brock slips on a pair of his dad’s old jeans and a shirt. Both of the clothes feel a little big on Brock which is good he’s just glad to feel something that fits him.

The day went by in a flash and Brock found himself sitting on his dad’s recliner. I can’t do it he says as he gets up to kitchen opens the fridge and grabs two cans a beer and sits back down in his chair. Now that’s better he thinks to himself as he cracks open the first can. Brock chuckles and gives his beard a good rub. Wait beard Brock doesn’t have a beard, he jumps up out of his seat and runs to the nearest mirror. Oh my god there it is a thick beard resting right on his face what the hell is happening he doesn’t have a beard he doesn’t even really have any facial hair. Brock couldn’t take the stress and plops is butt back down to watch some football and drink his second can of beer. Brock didn’t even notice his stomach start to expand right in front of his eyes it started to push against the shirt and his legs started getting bigger and bigger thicker hair started to form on his body and even his beard was getting a little bigger. Brock rest his hands on his stomach not even realizing it pushing farther out, becoming huge. Brock worn out from all the work and growing he'd done today he headed to his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed getting a good look at himself damn he’s gotten fat what had happened did he really let himself go that hard.

Brock rolls over onto the indent in his bed almost fitting it perfectly. Waking up in the morning he struggles to sit up from all the extra weight put on him. This stupid ring, get the hell of my finger. The ring wouldn’t budge Brock’s fingers were far too chubby now for the ring to slide off. Brock makes a huge grunt trying to sit up barely being able to do it. He lets out a sign of relief as he’s already out of breath. Brock walks over to his dad’s closet and slips on some of his clothes still feeling tight on him. And waddles over in the kitchen for breakfast. Brock looks in the pantry finding a box of a dozen donuts that he had picked up yesterday. Brock hardly couldn’t wait sitting down at the. kitchen table and digging in bite after bite he was devouring those donuts. Brock was so concentrated in eating he didn’t even realize his beard start to grow bigger and bigger and becoming more of a salt and pepper color. And is belly starting to grow even more. Brock finished with his dozen donuts licks every finger one by one letting out a huge burp in the process. Waddling to the bathroom to release the hound he takes a look at himself in the mirror. Damn him and his dad could be twins, darn it he even looked a bit fatter then his old man himself. Brock takes one good look at the ring on his finger and gives his gut a good pat. I think I can enjoy this way of life Brock says as he walks to the kitchen to grab another beer.

[nycbaby21]

BFF's Brother's BFF

prompt: Trevor has a thing for Quinn's best friend

word count: 3,056

warnings: mentions throwing up

“You got everything,” Quinn asks closing the trunk of the car. I give him and nod and follow him up the driveway and to the lakehouse. This is my first year as a guest here, it only took months of begging Q for him to invite me. We met on a blind date set up by Brock that ended up just not working out. In just a few short weeks he had become my very best friend. I knew the reason he wasn’t over the moon about me being here had nothing to do with me, and all to do with his brothers and friends. 

He warned me that the guys were a lot and that if any of them did or said anything to let him know. Quinn very quickly settled into the role of big brother in my life, he could just be a tad overprotective. My thoughts were interrupted by yelling and a loud thud. I shoot him a look and he just shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Still wanna spend two weeks here with these idiots,” he asks opening the door and letting me step in first. 

It takes the guys a second to notice us, but when they do the room becomes eerily quiet. One of them smacked another,” Jack you didn’t say Quinner was bringing a girl home.” Quinn puts a hand on the small of my back and leads us to the staircase,” ignore them.” I take one more look at the couch full of guys and they all watch us go up the stairs. “Here we are,” he says ushering me into a room. After doing a quick look around I noticed a few framed pictures on the dresser. Dropping my bag on the bed, I pick up a picture of the three Hughes boys when they were younger. “Q you were so cute,” I gush showing him the picture. “What like I’m not now,” he jokes which results in me throwing a pillow at him.

“Sorry we have to share a room, it’s just I had no idea they were gonna stay longer,” he started but I quickly cut him off. “Quinn it’s fine. It’s not like it will be the first time we have shared a bed before. It may be the first time when we are both sober though,” I laugh and start unpacking some of my things. “Depending on how these goofs act I may not be sober tonight,” he sighs walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “I’ll be out in a minute,” he yells. “Okay sounds good,” I yell back. After thirty seconds I am bored and decide to check out the rest of the house. 

My steps on the stairs alert the packed living room and nine heads all snap in my direction. I give them a smile and walk into the room settling on the floor next to a guy wearing a habs hat. “So what are you guys playing,” I ask looking over at them. “Mario Kart. I’m Cole by the way. I’m one of Jack’s friends,” the boy next to me says holding his hand out and I give it a gentle shake. “I don’t know if Quinn told you but I’m Y/n,” I say more to the group. “He in fact did not,” the guy behind me said and I leaned my head backwards to see his face. He gives me a wide smile which I return. Even upside down, he was cute.

“Uhm no ma’am. Nope. Not happening,” Quinn says coming into the room and making a beeline for me. “What did I do,” I ask confused. “It’s not you. Quinn and Z have a love-hate relationship,” Jack laughs. “Yeah Trev loves Quinn and Quinn loves to hate Trev,” Luke jokes causing the whole room to erupt in laughter. “Trevor move,” Quinn says standing waiting beside the couch giving him a stern dad look. Laughing and rolling his eyes Trevor does get up and move but not before leaning down and whispering,” We will continue this later,” followed by a small wink. 

“No, you won’t. Anyway, Y/n these are the idiots you will be coexisting with the next two weeks. You already know Jack and Luke. This is Alex, Cole, Mark, Ethan, Dylan, and Mackie. And I see you’ve already met Trevor,” he sighs. Even though he may act like it, I can see a brotherly type of love between the two. After a couple more rounds of the game, we all decide to head outside and hang out. “C’mon Mackie be my partner,” Mark whines looking at the curly-haired boy who just laughs. “No way. Do you remember the last time we teamed up in beer pong,” he asked the tall blonde. Mark gives him a very confused face and shakes his head no.”Exactly. We were too drunk to remember because you suck.”

“I’ll be your partner. That is if that is okay with you,” I say walking up to the table. “Really,” he asks excitedly. I have enough time to nod my head once before he pulls me into a bear hug. I laugh and wrap my arms around him hugging him back. “You’ll have to excuse Mark. His love language is physical touch,” Ethan says coming up and standing by us. “No problem. Mine is too. It’s nice to be around someone else because it takes almost everything to get Quinny to cuddle with me,” I joke staying tucked into Mark’s side, more like trapped but I didn’t complain. “Whatever,” I hear Quinn grumbled from one of the lawn chairs near the table. I give him and smile and wink at him. He laughs along with Alex, Cole, and Jack who are all seated near him.

“Okay so me and Duker versus Y/n and Mark,” Luke says setting up the cups. I’m handed the ball first because “ladies first.” I laughed at a bunch of college hockey players being so persistent on the rule. Lining up my shot I take a deep breath and sink the ball into the red plastic cup. Everyone gives me a shocked look, except Quinn and Mark. Q knew that I was good at this and Mark was just happy about maybe winning a game for once. “She literally went to a party college,” my best friend points out. “Why didn’t you tell us that before,” Luke groans drinking the warm beer from the cup. There was no telling how long they had sat in the hot sun before we started the game. His older brother sent him a shrug,” You didn’t ask.”

After several scores from both sides, it was time for hopefully the final shot. Duker and Luke had two cups left in front of Mark and me, while we had one cup in front of them. Mark stands behind me and gives my shoulders a rub like a coach would his prized boxer. I couldn’t help but laugh at the younger boy who shushed me. “Hey, this is important Y/n. I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I have won one of these games,” he starts out with a serious face and then lets out one of the loudest laughs I have ever heard. Ignoring all the guys I move forward to take my shot and sink yet another ball. 

The cheering would have made you think someone had won the Stanley Cup. I am quickly picked up and swung around. “You are my permanent partner,” Mark jokes finally putting me down. “What about when school starts back,” I ask laughing at the boy. “You’ll just have to come back with me. You can take my room I’ll sleep on the couch.” I shake my head at him,” All to win a game of beer pong.”

After winning two more games I excuse myself from the guys and walk towards the house. I stop by Quinn on the way,” You need another beer while I’m up.” He just nods and gives me a smile while still listening to Cole tell a story. Stepping inside I head to the kitchen where I see Trevor sitting on the counter eating a piece of watermelon. “You plan on sharing that or just hiding in here eating it all,” I laugh scaring him. “Shit. You scared me I didn’t hear you come in,” he says putting down the fruit and placing a head on his heart. I roll my eyes at his dramatics and walk to the fridge grabbing out a drink for me and Quinn’s beer. Turning around I walk towards the counter Trevor is on and lean against it.

“I guess I’ll share with you. But just don’t tell the guys because it will be gone in like 0.2 seconds,” he laughs and his bright blue eyes crinkle when he does. I take a small piece from him and pop it into my mouth. “Oh my god. This is so good,” I almost let out a moan at how sweet it was. “Right. It has got to be like the top ten I have ever had,” he says handing me another. “More like top three,” I smile up at him. After staring at him for a second I nod my head towards the door,” I should get Q his drink before he sends a search party.” He nods and slides off the counter moving to hold open the back door for me. “Why thank you, kind sir,” I say with a terrible British accent. “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I let a pretty girl hold her own door,” he smiles down at me. 

Red rushes onto my cheeks as we make our way to join the group at the firepit. Quinn spots us walking up and pats the seat next to him. “Here you go,” I say passing him his beer while making eye contact with Trevor who was sitting directly across from me. “So Y/n you never told us how you and doofus met,” Jack smiles at his brother before turning his attention to me. I immediately laugh and try to cover it with my hand before anyone hears it. “Don’t you dare,” Quinn looks down at me and pinches my calves that are thrown over his legs. “C’mon Quinny. It’s not that bad. We’ve talked about this,” I tell him rubbing his arm. “Oh now we have to know,” Duker says leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees all zoned in.

I glance at Quinn, who is hiding his face behind his hands. “I live in the same apartment building as Brock right? So one day he told me about this teammate he has that he wanted to set me up with,” I started and was cut off by the oohing and ahhing of everyone around us. “Anyway he sets up the date and tells me when and where to meet Q. Everything was going fine, he was a total gentleman, made me laugh, and all that cutesy shit. After that is when it went downhill,” I say while locking eyes with my best friend, silently asking if I could continue. He nods and rolls his eyes preparing for the bullying.

“So we were walking around this park and all of a sudden I noticed Quinn stop. I turn around and see that he is super pale-looking and sweaty. As I reached up to feel his forehead, he tried to stop me from getting too close but it was too late. He puked all over my legs and shoes,” I laughed remembering the look on his face when he finally stopped. He was so sad and embarrassed. “I ended up taking him back to his place and taking care of them for the whole night and most of the next day,” I finish my story taking a sip of my drink. “Them,” Ethan asked from beside me. “Oh yeah, it ended up being some kind of bug that was going around the team. He and Petey were all miserable in their room while Brock was all laid out on the couch. Three grown men who were acting like babies,” I joke nudging Quinn with my foot. 

After five minutes of laughter and chirping from the guys Quinn finally stops them. “Okay okay, I get it. I ruined a date with a pretty girl by throwing up on her,” he sighed. “But you got a new best friend out of it,” I smile. He nods his head,” Yeah any person who will take care of a guy she just met who also puked on her is best friend material,” he jokes. “You are way too good of a person,” Alex says causing a chorus of agreement. “Seriously. I probably would have left him in the street,” Luke laughs. I shake my head at the guys. “Well if we are telling bad first date stories, let me tell you guys about Mackie’s last date,” Ethan laughs trying to take some of the heat off Q. I reach over and give his hand a squeeze as a silent thank you.

Slowly everyone started to turn in, leaving only Jack, Trevor, and I outside. “You know what. I’m glad my brother puked on you,” Jack exclaims swaying as he stands up. I lean forward in case he falls, he had just a few too many tonight. “Oh really why is that,” I ask watching the brunette slowly stumble towards the house. “Because without it we wouldn’t have met you duh,” he yells from the porch and says goodnight. Trev and I share a look and burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, he was so far gone,” I say getting up and moving to the seat Jack had just left, right next to the ducks player. He turns in his chair to look at me better. “That is nothing. You should have seen him at his 21st,” he says telling me all about how they had to talk the cop out of arresting Jack for petting a police horse while drunk.

The later that we stayed outside the cooler it got. The fire was starting to die down but the conversation wasn’t. I was learning that Trevor was a really easy person to talk to and I was really enjoying getting to know him. I shiver and I lean down and set my drink on the ground wrapping my arms around myself. “You cold,” he asks concerned. “A little but it’s fine. I’m pretty much always cold. Ask Quinn he keeps blankets and jackets everywhere so he doesn’t have to hear me complain,” I try to laugh off the shivers. He leans forward shrugs off his Team USA hoodie and holds it out towards me. “No Trev I can’t take this. I don’t want you to get cold,” I say lightly pushing it back to him, “Either you put it on or I’m putting it on for you.” I think about his words almost telling him to do it, but hearing a small voice in the back of my head telling me this was a bad idea. The voice sounded a lot like Quinn's. 

“You know I’m really glad Q brought you,” he says looking out towards the dock and watching the water. “Yeah me too,” I smile at him. “You know even though he gives you a hard time he really does love you,” I say standing up and stretching. “Yeah,” he asks following suit and standing up checking the fire for any embers. “Totally. He gets so excited when you come to town and play him. Also, he talks about you just like he does Jack and Luke,” I confess as we walk into the house. “I don’t have an older brother, I’m the oldest. So he has kinda become that for me,” he whispers as we make our way into the kitchen throwing the empty bottles away from tonight.

“Yeah me too. He’s my best friend but he looks out for me like an older brother,” I say quietly washing the few dishes from dinner. Trevor slides in next to me bumping my hips with his as he takes them from me to dry. “So hypothetically if I wanted to see you again maybe when I come to town and play Q again what would you say to that,” he asks looking down at me. His eyes look even prettier in the dim kitchen light above the sink. “Hypothetically I would wonder why we have to wait that long when I am here now for two weeks,” I smile. He blushes and nods. “But that’s only hypothetical of course,” I lean up and give his cheek a small peck, then turn to walk upstairs. “Goodnight Trev,” I say turning around to see him in the same spot I left him in. “Goodnight,” he whispered almost too low for me to hear it.

I make my way into the room and climb into bed next to Quinn. He shifts in his sleep and throws an arm out pulling me into his chest and cuddling. I can’t help but smile at him and just let it happen, “Thank you for coming. The guys all really like you. Mom’s already texted asking to come down to meet you because of Jack and Luke’s praise,” his voice deep with sleep. “It would be an honor to meet Queen Ellen. I have so many questions,” I laugh into his chest falling asleep.

The next morning I wake up and head downstairs coming into the kitchen. “Morning,” I say to a room full of half-asleep hockey players. “Morning Y/n. Hey, who’s hoodie is that,” Quinn asks coming over to where I sat at the counter and handing me a cup of coffee. “Yours,” I respond with a quick glance to Trevor. “No. Mine is back in Van remember Milo used it as a chewing toy. His eyes look down at the hoodie and then over to the table. “Oh my gosh Y/n. Of all people Trevor seriously,” he whines hitting his head against the fridge lightly before looking up at me. “Guess you’ll be seeing a lot more of me during the year Quinny,” Trevor says walking over and throwing an arm around the Canuck’s player.

[harlowhockeystick]

Hello!! Could you please write number 9 for Brock Boeser? 💛

soft blurb night | “do you need a kiss?” | contains: dad!brock makes the heart happy

"oh cmon bud, tell me what's wrong," brock comforted his little boy, beau, who fell face first into the grass. he walked over to where brock was sitting in the patio chair. both boys extended their arms to each other, beau walking right into his dad's arms.

brock sat him up on his lap and brushed the grass and dirt off of his face, along with the tears that was streaming down his face. beau mumbled a few words, which brock somehow understood. it took a while, but brock has begun to understand toddler talk.

"do you need a kiss? will that make it better?" beau nodded and brock planted kisses all over his little boys face, causing him to giggle and kick his feet. "cmon lets go clean off your face, maybe mama can help us."

beau followed brock into the house and down the hall to his bathroom. brock set him on the counter and grabbed a wipe, cleaning the dirt off of his sons face.

brock finds himself in awe each time he looks at beau. he sees the perfect amount of himself, and the perfect amount of you mixed in one little boy. he has your face and complexion, brocks blue eyes, your personality and humor, brocks love of hockey and the outdoors, and he has the biggest love for mom and dad.

brock counts his lucky stars each time he comes home to see you and beau either cuddled up together on the couch, in bed, with the tv on the NHL network with his game replaying in the late hours of the night. he loves when brock comes home early enough to help put beau to bed, read him one or two bedtime stories before safely tucking him into the sheets.

"all better?" beau nods his head and reaches his hand toward brock for him to be picked up. the pair walked down stairs where brock put his shoes on and grabbed his keys.

"okay dude, ready to go see mama for lunch?" beau had his teddy bear clutched to his chest, an excited grin forming on his lips. brock had planned to surprise you at work for lunch. he knows how much you enjoy your work, but he also knows that you miss being at home with beau all day as well. he tries to compensate and be there to surprise you when he can.

there's not a thing in this world that would make brock want to trade the life he has for the world, and seeing beau run up to you with such an excited grin, just makes him want to have ten more babies with you. if you say yes, of course.

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Officer Cooper

by Brock Archer

Sirens screamed, lights flashed, police cars descended on the Eisenstadt house across the street, and cops swarmed all over the neighborhood.

I had just returned from my workout at the gym, still soaking in sweat. Usually, I shower at the gym, get dressed and go straight to work from there. I love to soak in the eye candy in the showers, and sometimes I even manage to get a blow job there. Once, I even fucked a guy in the steam room while four other guys stood lookout. I love public sex. That Friday morning, though, when I finished my workout I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my wallet, so I had to go back home to retrieve it.

I didn’t have to be at work until 10:00 that day, so when I got home, I grabbed a cold mineral water from the fridge and plopped down on the reclining sofa to watch some porn. I figured I might as well jerk off before taking a shower and heading out. I have my laptop hooked up to the TV so I can watch all the hot action on the 60” screen. I picked one of those Websites that shows short clips and automatically rolls over to the next one and stroked my cock through four or five videos when the storm hit.

When I heard the sirens, naturally I stepped to the window to see what was going on, and I wasn’t alone. My neighbors all up and down the street were stepping onto their lawns to see what all the commotion was about. Still clad in my sweaty tank top and gym shorts, I walked to the curb and, looking left and right, discovered that the street was blocked off in both directions. What the fuck? How am I gonna get to work?

I approached one of the platoon of cops blocking off the area around the Eisenstadt house to ask if I could get through the blockade to go to work.

“I wouldn’t count on it, sir,” said the handsome officer as he sized me up, lingering on my crotch. Oh, shit. I was still semi-hard from watching that porn and stroking my cock. Momentarily, he suggested that I go back home and call my employer to let them know that I would be detained for a while, possibly even for several hours. When I inquired as to what was going on, he simply said, “Go home, sir. Go home.” Now, I’m a reasonably big guy and well muscled, but he was bigger, and he had a billy club and a gun, so I did as I was told.

I called my boss at Costco to let him know that I would be late, and he was very understanding. Anyone who has ever been to a Costco knows that many of the men who work there are really jacked, and I’m no exception. We have to be strong to help customers load large items like appliances into their pickup trucks. And I had played sports all through high school and maintained my muscles through regular trips to the gym, so I was pretty hot if I do say so myself.

The porn flicks were still running on the big TV, so I watched a few more clips and headed for the shower. As I soaped my body, I lathered up my cock real good. I didn’t exactly pump it; I just played with it a little, but between that and the porn, I was rock hard. As soon as I turned off the water and reached for my towel, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and scurried to the door, still dripping wet and still sporting at least half a boner.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that same very handsome cop standing on my doorstep with the name Cooper sewn into a label above one of his pockets. He sized me up as he had done before, lingering a second or two longer on the bulge in my towel, before he finally spoke. “Is there anyone else in the house with you right now?”

“No, I’m alone,” I replied.

“You live alone in this big house? Forgive me sir, but you seem a bit young.”

“I’m 19,” I said, feeling just a tad put down. “I live with my dad, but he’s on deployment in the Middle East right now.”

“I see,” he said, not really varying the skeptical tone in his voice. “Would you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

“Do you have a warrant?” I snapped, getting a little annoyed with his attitude.

“No sir, but we have a dangerous situation here, and I really think it would good for your own protection if I had a look.”

“Dangerous?” I asked. “What’s going on? Are the Eisenstadts OK?”

“Your neighbors had a break-in last night, and we suspect that the intruders are the same ones who are responsible for several other burglaries in the city,” he explained. “The Eisenstadts seem to be OK, but some of the other victims have not been so lucky.”

For several seconds, I stood frozen in disbelief.

 “Sir, may I?”

Looking over his shoulder, I could see that other officers had fanned out to talk to my other neighbors up and down the street.

“Oh, yes, officer, of course. Come in…please.”

I opened the door to let him in, but still somewhat stunned, I failed to step back far enough, so as he entered, he brushed up against my body. A tingling, erotic sensation shot through me as the thick hairs on his forearm tickled my bare arm and his upper arm scraped across one of my nipples. Attitude or not, this dude was fucking hot.

We live in a mixed neighborhood, mostly middle class, from lower to upper. The Eisenstadt house is a McMansion: 5 en-suites, a game room, home theater, resort-style pool, and so much more. Mr. Eisenstadt owns several jewelry stores, and I had to wonder if the burglars thought they might find some merchandise at his home.

The house I share with my dad is much more modest—a 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch. We also have a pool, but it’s nothing compared to the Eisenstadts’. It’s not luxurious, but it’s home, and I’m grateful for it.

I trailed behind Officer Cooper like a puppy as he walked through the house, checking for possible criminals hiding out. When we got back to the living room, it suddenly hit me that I had left the videos running on the big screen TV. I had originally picked a video that featured hot jocks having an orgy in the locker room, but the video that was now playing showed leather guys gangbanging their boy in their dungeon. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, but not before Officer Cooper got a good look at the screen…and again at my crotch, which had already started to balloon again. I muttered something akin to an apology, but I realized that I was just making a fool of myself. Hell, man. I’m 19. It’s my fucking house, and I have a right to watch porn if I want to, so fuck off. But instead of sounding like a man asserting his rights, I’m sure I came across like a blithering idiot.

Officer Cooper just flashed a dry smile and said he would like to ask me some questions if I didn’t mind. I sat down on the sofa and spread my legs as I often do before I realized that I might be exposing my junk to this stranger, so I quickly snapped my knees together. I offered the cop a seat, but he chose to remain standing, which meant that I was pretty much eye-to-eye with his crotch, which bulged out considerably from the pressure of his gun belt strapped across his lower abdomen.

“So, it’s just you and your dad here?” he asked. I explained that my parents had divorced when I was 14, and since I had already started high school here, I didn’t want to move across town with my mother. Frankly, I have always gotten along much better with my dad than with my mom anyway, but I didn’t tell him that.

“How well do you know the Eisenstadts?” he asked. “Did you observe any unusual activity in the neighborhood this morning? Have you seen any strangers around here lately?”

I answered each question in turn. “Not well. I see them coming and going, but I don’t really know them. No, I didn’t observe anything unusual. Strangers? Well, yeah, but that’s not unusual.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I explained that I see handsome young men coming and going at the Eisenstadt house all the time. All the neighbors have taken note of it. Some have speculated that Mrs. Eisenstadt is entertaining them for her pleasure. Others have suggested that they are there for Mr. Eisenstadt’s benefit, but I don’t really know. “All I know is that they all look really hot.” Oh, my god! I didn’t really say that to this cop, did I? Oh shit!

“Hot?” he asked in that official droning voice.

“Oh,” I stammered, “I just mean that they look very handsome and well built…like the guys I see at the gym.”

“Like you,” he interjected. It wasn’t a question.

Caught off guard by that comment, I continued to humiliate myself in his commanding presence.

“Have you ever spoken to any of these young men?”

“Oh, sure,” I confirmed, a bit too quickly. “I mean, sometimes I pass them when I’m out for a run, and I just say hi. Just being neighborly, you know.”

“Of course,” he replied, but I could tell by the look on his face that he read more into my answer than I really wanted to reveal. I’m just thankful that he ended the inquisition there and didn’t ask me if I had ever invited any of the young men over to my house because the truth is that I have done that more than once. Their balls are usually pretty drained by the time they leave that house, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always got plenty of juice to share. In case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m a total top. I don’t care if they can’t get it up because I can always get mine up, and all I want is their ass anyway.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Officer Cooper said as he headed for the door, but before leaving, he turned, thanked me for my cooperation, and said that he might have more questions later.

I must admit that I had mixed feelings about the prospect of seeing him again. On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to see him again? He was practically a god—about 10 years older than me, I would guess, about 6’2” compared to my 5’10”, thick black hair on his head and arms and, I speculated, all over his chest as well. Even against his dark complexion, his mahogany eyes stuck out like my dick did when I first saw him. I’m jacked, but he was even more so: broad shoulders and chest and thick biceps that strained against the stretchy fabric of his police uniform, which also accentuated the most beautiful bubble butt I’d ever seen. I love a man in a uniform. I always thought my dad looked super hot in his army uniform, but this stud was scorching.

On the other hand, if I were to see him again, how would I react? Would I be my usual confident—some might say cocky—self, or would I melt and make a complete fool of myself again?

The second that I closed the door behind him, I went straight back to the couch and turned the porn back on, but this time, I selected a video featuring cops. None of the porn actors was as sexy as Officer Cooper, so as I watched the uniformed officers fuck away on the screen, I imagined that it was Officer Cooper in the center of the action…with me, of course. In no time at all, I was jizzing all over myself. I don’t make a habit of eating my own man chowder, but when it just happens to land in my mouth, what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Time to take another shower.

It was nearly 2:00 p.m. when the cops began to disperse and open up the blockade, so I went to work. I really love my job. The pay and benefits are good, and I find the physicality of the work invigorating. It augments my gym workouts. Besides, I like getting hit on by the customers, quite a few of whom I have subsequently made “deliveries” to.

Because I had gotten in late, I chose to stay later than usual. My boss told me that I didn’t have to, but I felt that I owed it to the company to put in a full day’s work. Consequently, it was after 9:00 when I clocked out. I had been horny all day thinking about Officer Cooper and fantasizing about him with me in one of those porn flicks, so I decided to stop in at a video arcade before heading home. I was hoping to find a cute young sub to fuck real good, and there were several there who were eager to ride my big cock, but none of them really appealed to me. Just when I was about to give up, in walked a man who caught my attention. He wasn’t a twink at all…just the opposite. Dressed in a business suit and tie, he was at least as old as my dad—something that doesn’t usually appeal to me—but there was something about him that reminded me of Officer Cooper.

I followed him as he strolled past the private booths in the arcade, hoping he would enter one and leave the door unlocked for me to join him. Instead he walked out of that part of the store. I thought he was gone, but he stopped at the checkout counter and handed the clerk a $20 bill. I realized then that he was purchasing a ticket for the theater. I resolved then and there to buy a ticket myself and try again to seduce him. As he passed me, though, on his way to the theater, he smiled and, without saying a word, handed me a ticket. The sign on the door said “Admission $10.” He had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for me.

Inside the theater, I lost him for a brief moment as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled down the aisles, bumping into several men and getting groped by most of them before I spotted him standing in a corner, half a dozen other men circling around him. When he saw me looking in his direction, he gave me an ever-so-slight nod that said, “Come here, stud.” As I approached, the predators dispersed and made an opening for me.

Without saying a word, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, assaulting his mouth with my tongue. I was so hungry that I tried to ram my tongue as far down his throat as I could. He responded by wrestling with my tongue and rubbing his hands frantically all over my back, arms, and chest.

As he started to remove his blue suit coat, I snapped, “Leave it.” In a strange way, his blue suit reminded me of Officer Cooper’s blue policeman’s uniform. I guess that’s what had attracted me to this gentleman in the first place.

As I backed him up against the wall, I removed his belt and used it to bind his hands behind his back, I imagined that I had cuffed him and was about to frisk him, which I did, patting him down before grabbing his crotch.

With his hands immobilized, I grasped his shoulders and pressed him down on his knees. Standing over him, I pressed my crotch into his face and gyrated against it. With my cock growing and straining to break free, I pulled down my jeans and shoved my cock and balls back into his face. He gasped at the sight of my 6” dong, which wasn’t even fully hard yet. Once my cock had grown to its full 8”, I pulled down his jaw and shoved my cock down his throat. He gagged and moaned for relief as tears began to stream down his face, but I kept skull-fucking him until I felt fully primed for the next move.

“Get up,” I commanded him, and when he stumbled, I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him up. The circle of men who had dispersed when I approached had reassembled to watch my animalistic assault. I grabbed one of the twinks who had followed us into the theater from the arcade and threw him to the floor. “Hands and knees,” I ordered, and he complied promptly. Using the twink as a sort of bench, I bent the businessman over the kid’s back and pulled down his pants and boxers. I grabbed another one of the onlookers, pulled his face down toward the businessman’s ass and barked, “Lick it.” Once I was satisfied that my target’s ass was sufficiently lubricated, I shoved the licker aside and impaled the businessman with my cock. Naturally, he jerked and cried out from the pain, but I slapped his butt really hard and shouted, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He tried in vain to squelch it, but he could not avoid whimpering as I drilled his ass raw. I pounded him hard, balls deep.

The kid we were using for a bench also squirmed under the pressure of my assaults, but I slapped his butt too, and he stiffened.

If they didn’t already have their dicks hanging out when I attacked the businessman, they did now, and all of them were either stroking gently or pumping away for dear life. I glared at one of them, first at his face and then at his cock. “Come here,” I ordered, and when he did, I grabbed the hair on the back of the businessman’s head and pushed it toward the eager bystander’s cock. “Fuck his face,” I commanded.

As the new guy and I spit roasted the businessman, the others dared to move closer, beating their meat for all they were worth. They were all as turned on as I was.

When my cock began to pulsate and I knew I was getting close, I withdrew, grabbed the businessman by his blue suit and threw him to the floor. “On your back, bitch.” And when the twink who had been kneeling beneath him tried to get up, I raised my foot and shoved him down also. “You too, kid.” With the two of them lying side by side on their backs and looking up at me, it suddenly occurred to me that the businessman was old enough to be the twink’s father...and mine.

I straddled my two perps, as I had come to think of them, and pulled the voyeurs into a close circle. As I began to pump my rod, I didn’t have to say another word. The guys got the message and pumped away to my rhythm. Pretty soon, we were all shooting all over the faces of the two men on the floor. After all the ejaculations, I grabbed one of the men from the circle, pulled his head toward my dripping cock, and yelled, “Clean it,” and when that was done, I pushed him toward the two cum-faced victims and directed, “Now theirs.”

As I zipped up and headed for the exit, I paused to look back and saw that other men in the circle had gotten down on the floor to help lick their faces and swap the cum among themselves.

Driving home, I kept asking myself what had gotten into me. I have always been dominant—no, I wouldn’t even go that far. I have been somewhat assertive when it came to sex, a take-charge kind of guy, but I had never been that domineering. But thinking of the man in the blue suit as Officer Cooper in his blue uniform had really gotten my juices overflowing, and I just felt like I had to pound it out of my system. It was almost like a self-administered exorcism.

On the drive home, I couldn’t get Officer Cooper out of my mind, which means, of course, that I drove home with a hard-on. As I entered my house, I decided to put on some porn, jerk off, shower, and hit the sack, but it didn’t quite work out that way. I did get through the first three steps, but just as I was stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rang—as it had that morning. And when I got to the door, dripping wet with nothing but a towel covering me, there stood the man of my dreams—or at least the man of my wet dreams—Officer Cooper.

To be continued

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Hired Gun

Bodyguard Loki x y/n Stark Reader

Part 10 Last Part

The journey from the carpark to the ambulance and into the hospital passed in a blur. Your only focus was Loki. You barely even registered the journey or even thought about Brock, reserving all of your attention for Loki. The only time you were snapped back into reality was when the doctors prised you away from him, spitting something about stabilising him. You begged and thrashed to stay at his side but you couldn’t. Leaving him made you cry again. When the double doors leading Loki into the operating theatre closed, that’s when you realised that you had been accompanied.

“They’ll look after him.” He spoke, leading you towards the waiting room. Turning to face him, you recognised him as the man who Loki had met with earlier. You followed him to the waiting room, accepting the coffee he offered once you had sat down.

“You must be the girl.” He spoke, breaking the silence as he took his seat next to you. Glancing up at him, you finally realised who he was. Loki had previously spoken about another person in his life, one that he trusted, you figured this was him.

“You must be the brother.” You answered, causing a small smile to spread across his face. It was conforting to see he clearly wasn’t as worried about the situation at present as you were.

“How did you know?” He queried.

“I guessed, he’s spoken about a brother before.”

“Mhmm” he hummed before speaking again, this time a little more animated “you’ve got spunk girl, I see why he likes you.” He grinned causing a small smile to now spread across your face before it fell. As if sensing your worry, he quickly spoke. “And don’t worry about our little problem, it’s been taken care of.”

“Thank you.” You answered relieved before a comfortable silence settled between you both.

“I’m Thor by the way.” He broke the silence again.

“Y/n.” You introduced.

“You know he finds it hard to love, that brother of mine” Thor reminisced “to trust people. If he’s given you his heart, which I suspect he has, he’s really given it.”

“Well, he’s only exchanged it for my own.” You answered.

“I thought as much.” Thor smiled before you were both met by a doctor confirming that Loki was now stable and that you were able to see him.

“Loki?” You called, walking inside and sitting next to him before grabbing his hand and holding it in your own. He was unresponsive but he was alive, that’s all that mattered. Thor followed in after you, watching you stroking Loki’s hand before he turned to leave again, wanting to give you both some privacy. “Stay.” You spoke, glancing up at him before he gave you a curt nod in response and sat down on the opposite side of the room. Moments later, Loki began to stir, eyes fluttering open as you smiled warmly at him, bringing his hand in your to your lips. “Hey.” You whispered, looking at him.

“Y/n” Loki answered, squinting slightly “what ha—”

“Don’t worry, you’re alive, that’s all that matters.” You quickly cut him off before leaning down to kiss him. Just as your lips touched, the door flew open causing the three of you to turn to it.

“When were you going to tell me you’re banging the hired gun?”

“Dadddd” you gasped, instantly flushing as you dropped Loki’s hand and stood up. Walking towards the door, you pulled your dad outside it as you stepped out. “I love him.” You stated.

“You do?” He questioned.

“And he loves me.” You added.

Silently, he observed you suspiciously before looking towards Loki’s room and eventually looking back at you. Your heart was racing as if his disapproval would mean the end of you and Loki.

“I knew I should’ve gone with the old guy,” he sighed, “this one was too attractive” he continued, placing his fingers against his temples “when did you get so grown up?” He finished, asking you, causing you to smile “well, who am I to stand in the way of love.” He continued to sigh, clearly over dramatically now causing your smile to widen. “Besides, he’s already in the hospital so there’s not much I can do now.” He shrugged as you rolled your eyes before you both walked back into the room Loki was in.

“I love you” Loki spoke as you sat back in the chair at his bedside “I just—I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to tell you properly-you know, not just whilst we’re having se—”

“My dads here.” You quickly stopped him, aware that whatever analgesia they had Loki dosed on was making him unaware of his surroundings.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I just wished you had kept your hands off of my daughter.” Tony gritted.

“Dad.” You warned.

“I know, I know.” He excused himself, leaving the room before Thor joined him.

“You know I love you too, by the way” you giggled, kissing Loki before breaking it “and you’ve probably lost your job.”

“I’m alive and I’ve got you, what more could I ever want?” He finished, kissing you again.

The end

Yayy we’ve reached the end of this oneshot idea I managed to stretch out into 10 bits 😂 I hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading!! Next I’m thinking we take a trip to Asgard for some Asgardian prince Loki x reader

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I'm so glad I found your blog! It's been such a treat to binge through. Especially girl-dad Brock. Now, I offer you the idea of girl-dad Gary, girl-dad Rusty, and girl-dad Billy. I can 100% see all three of them just going "Oh shit, I'm screwed." the first time their princess smiles and asks for something with a "Please Daddy?"

Omg, Thank You So Much! We Need More Dad Stuff From These People! They Are So Adorable To Think Of! But, I Raise You. Each Dad With A Different Scenario. Hope This Is Okay!

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✦ His little girl is the spitting image of him. Same long brown locks, same nose, same eyes... She's got the same spunk he has. He raises her on the classics he was raised on. Gotta start 'em young! ✦ He tries to keep his henchman work a secret. But apparently, somethings just can't be kept hidden. His daughter stumbles across his wings one day. He covers it up by saying they're part of a collection. Thankfully, she buys it. Unfortunately, she wants a pair. ✦ "Wait a minute, love bug.. What about your fairy wings?" "I want a pair like yours!" ✦ She lowers the wings under her chin and looks up at him with those same puppy dog eyes he has, whispering a simple "pleeeaase?" He caves, sighing and dropping his shoulders. It gets him every time! ✦ A trip to the fabric store and some time later, he surprises her with a pair of glittery bedazzled wings. They're more detailed than his, having the black markings of a monarch butterfly. ✦ He wishes he could've captured the moment she got them. Her little face lights up when she puts them on. She runs up to him and jumps into a bear hug. ✦ She gets him to put his wings on too. They play together and chase each other around the house, filling it with joy and laughter. He picks her up to "fly" around. ✦ Despite all this fun, Gary has one thought at the back of his mind that he can't shake off. Eventually, when his baby girl isn't a baby anymore, he's going to have to explain all the things he's done. But for now, he enjoys her being small.

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✦ Assuming she was made with her brothers, growing up was different compared to "normal" kids. She, Hank, and Dean are three peas in a pod. However, Rusty has a habit of pushing them away and letting Brock handle them. ✦ Family outings are rare and few. Considering that almost being vaporized by some bad guy doesn't count, that is. But when they do have one, Rusty dumps the kids on Brock. ✦ This time though, his daughter was adamant about being with her father. He was irritated, but he allowed it. Hank and Dean also got in on this, with Hank holding your hand and Dean clutching Mr. Reachy close. ✦ It was Rusty's mistake passing by a candy store. Hank gets excited and tries to drag everyone in, but gets scolded. He pouts as everyone keeps walking, and seeing her brother upset gives her an idea. She picks up the pace and catches up to Rusty. ✦ She reaches up, and clasps onto his hand. He looks down at her with a scowl that says "Oh my god, what could you possibly want?" She tugs him towards her, getting him to stop and kneel to her height. ✦ "Yeah, what do you want? If it's about that candy store I-" "Please, daddy? We never get treats every time we go out..." ✦ He looks into her glistening eyes and sees his reflection in them. He sees himself in the same predicament with his own father, one who was too busy to bond with him. And for a split second, he thinks about what his child is going through. But then it's back to normal. He turns his head with a scoff and mutters a "fine" under his breath. ✦ He leads the way back to the store, Hank bouncing right behind him. She turns to follow, but Brock catches her and ruffles her hair saying, "Good job, kiddo." ✦ Her brothers use her as a manipulation tactic from then on-

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✦ His daughter automatically gets spoiled because he almost lost her when she first arrived. She inherits the same condition he has, albeit a tiny bit more severe. But! She's daddy's little fighter, and she came out on top. ✦ She's about half his size, bless! She's also quite a handful if he's not careful. His little girl is highly intelligent like he is and has a bit of a grasp of how the world works. ✦ They hang out with Uncle Pete a lot. Sometimes they all get together and just go out. ✦ It was a new part of town they have never heard of, not too far off from VenTech Tower. So they decided it would be good to explore some there. ✦ It turned out to be a sort of strip mall area. Pete suggested to scope it out and see what they find. Well, try to anyway. Right as they walked in the first part of the mall, a toy department was open to the left of the entrance. His child catches wind of this and starts pulling her dad inside. He tries to protest, but she's headstrong on getting something from here. ✦ They go through the aisles. Billy tries to negotiate with his little girl, but she's having none of it. They eventually come across some stuffed animals, and she finds one she falls in love with: a plush long eared grey rabbit. ✦ Billy initially tells her no and that she has plenty of toys at home. "But this one's special, look!" ✦ She shows that it has a missing eye. Just like dad! She smiles brightly. Oh, his heart! He would start bawling on the spot if Pete wasn't trying to hold in his laughter and refrain from making some sarcastic remark. Needless to say, they leave with her new companion. He's got the rest of his life with her. He just hopes she keeps her innocence and heart of gold.

I Also Think These Would Be Cuter If You Imagine Their Kids Sounding Like Characters From Bluey. (Especially Bingo!)

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 4

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: language?

a/n: I’m a sucker for Tony Stark. He’s always one of my favorite characters to write. So pls enjoy 😂 and please note: I had to write this chapter on my notes app because I am away from my laptop for the weekend but felt the need to post today so all grammatical errors are my own 😭

Series Masterlist

Tony Stark was the bane of your existence. He annoyed you to no end. In a favorite Uncle kind of way. He’s lucky Pepper was such a good person, because a people person Tony was not…to everyone else that is. Because, Tony Stark adored you and Avery. His reputation was similar to yours. Ruthless business executive who would make sure the deal went the exact way he wanted, but behind closed doors he loved his wife, his kid and his close friends. You sometimes considered yourself lucky to be in the latter group, but only sometimes. Tony’s friendship tended to be a love-hate situation.

Keeping up with your reputation was better for you. Safer for you and Avery if the whole world thought you were a stuck up bitch. It meant nobody could smell a weakness and use it against you. Even though you were fairly certain that your divorce only added fuel to the fire, gasoline in the form of Brock Rumlow.

He’d gone to all sorts of trashy magazines after signing the divorce papers and had told them that you were a shrewd businesswoman who had no time for her family and would do whatever she could to make sure L/N Enterprises came out on top. It was the “no time for her family” comment that hurt the worst and you were just so thankful that Avery hadn’t learned how to read at four years old. Brock didn’t stop there, he supplied the paps with rumors that you were cheating on him, with TONY, because of the close work Stark and L/N did together. Your face was plastered across nearly every paparazzi magazine in the grocery stores for a year.

Brock’s fury lessened when he realized he’d be getting some money in the divorce and so the rumors slowed down. But your reputation has already grown into this monster that you had no control over. At that point you figured, if you can’t beat em then you might as well become the person they think you are…in public at least.

“Tony, we’ve been over this before. I’m not going to beg you for your support in my deal with the Odinsons, but you know just as well as I that if we both teamed up together then we’d make the deal of a lifetime,” you stated sharply, looking Tony Stark himself in the eye. Tony quirked an eyebrow at your attitude, knowing that you didn’t normally speak to him like that unless you were in front of other people or if something was bothering you.

“Alright. You’ve got me. It’s a good deal, and I guess Odinson would be a good ally to have. Now. On to the real issue, what is wrong with you today, cupcake?” Tony quipped as he signed the deal you had laid in front of him.

You sighed roughly as the weight of securing Tony’s help and the reality of the morning settled into your bones. Your response got Tony’s attention and his face softened, he knew that look. It was one he saw on his own face almost every day. When the weight of your reputation bares all its weight on your shoulders. “Alright, kid what do you want for lunch? I’m buying and then you can tell me all about what’s got you in this funk,” Tony jested as he pulled up the phone number to the restaurant you normally ordered from after working together.

Pepper and Morgan joined you for lunch, the three year old choosing to sit in your lap. Morgan was a cutie. And she reminded you so much of Avery at that age. Just instead of the shyness Avery exhibited, Morgan definitely acted more like Tony. After eating and playing with Morgan for a little bit the two left, leaving you and Tony across the table from each other.

Before he could even ask you groaned and rubbed your face, “sorry Tony. Just today added so much stress to my plate that I didn’t need. For a second there I was genuinely worried that you wouldn’t help and that the Odinson’s would back out,” you started but were interrupted by Tony, “well technically they still could..”

You cut a sharp glare at him and he held up his hands in mock surrender, so you continued, “and Avery was in a mood today. She didn’t want to go to school, she was scared nobody would like her and she’d make no friends, and you know I hate it when she cries,” Tony offered a sympathetic look because he knew he was the same way over Morgan. One tear and he was buying her an entire toy store.

“And worst of all, her teacher looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves and was placed in front of me as an obstacle to just fucking CLIMB.”

And that’s where Tony lost it. If he’d been drinking water he would’ve done a spit take at your words. He was laughing so hard you thought he’d fall out of his chair. You waited for his laughter to die down, as he began to wipe his eyes you muttered,,”it’s not that fucking funny, Tony.” Which apparently was the wrong thing to say because he almost completely lost it again.

Tony took a breath to steady himself. “Why is it such a problem that you find Avery’s first grade teacher such a hunk of man that you want to have your nasty dirty way with him, hmm?”

Your eyes narrowed at Tony’s comment which only made his eyebrows raise enthusiastically. Tony enjoyed getting a ride out of you. Before you could even respond he was interrupting to add, “you scared you’re a black widow spider or something and once you fuck him you’ll have to kill him?”

That made you lose it. You laughed so hard you snorted, causing Tony to rejoin with his laughter. You knew that talking to Tony would help you feel better, even if all he did was make fun of the situation and not offer any valuable advice. He was Tony Stark. Not exactly known for his great advice. And definitely not known to be very helpful with “romantic” advice. You had to practically beat him upside the head with one of his machines to get him to realize Virginia “Pepper” Potts was the best thing that would ever happen and he’d be a fool and alone forever if he let her go.

Okay, in all seriousness. What’s got you so wound tight over this man you have met one time, might I add?” Tony questioned semi-seriously causing you to think hard about his query. “Is it because you haven’t really been with anyone since Brock?”

His statement caused you to lift a brow and state flatly, “I’m divorced, Tony. Not fucking celibate. You know that.” Because Tony did know. Tony knew all about how terrified you were to casually date or sleep with someone after your divorce. How you were scared to introduce someone into Avery’s life that could break both your hearts in a minute. That’s why Avery didn’t know. She conveniently spent the night with Pepper, Tony and Morgan when you’d find someone to fill that basic human need. The look on your face must have answered some unanswered question Tony had because you saw his eyes soften before you.

“Okay I know you’re not a nun obviously. But now I’m gonna ask you a serious question…” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“Wow Anthony Edward Stark being serious? Someone call J Jonah Jameson,” you snarked with a teasing smirk at the way Tony glared at you.

“BUT do you think you’re acting weird about this man because he’s already met Avery? And you’re thinking if you did find him attractive and wanted to sink your fangs, I mean teeth, into him then you wouldn’t really be able to distance you or Avery from him?” He finished, his question practically echoing in your mind.

He must have seen in your eyes the way you were processing his sentence and just leaned back in his chair with a short nod. “Well would you look at the time. Someone’s gotta head back to their place and get this Odinson deal all shiny like a new penny so we can talk about the future of machine/human telehealth. Think about what I said will ya, kid? Maybe talk to Wilson or Maximoff about it. I know they’re your “besties” and you know, a little closer to your age,” he said besties with finger quotes and spat the last part of his statement with mock venom, a teasing look coming to his eyes. You smiled lightly at Tony, mouthing a thank you as you stood up to give him a hug and head back to your own building.

“Hey! Make sure to bring Avery over next week! We’re making cheeseburgers,” he winked as you walked out the door.

“You’re always making cheeseburgers,” you yelled back, not even having to turn around to see Tony‘s laugh.

When you got back to your office you finished writing up the Odinson deal so it would be ready to sign at your meeting at the end of the week. Before you knew it, it was time to pick up Avery. On the ride to school Sam decided to joke about your “crush” on Avery’s teacher saying that he was looking forward to seeing the man himself so he could gossip about him with Wanda after your celebratory drinks this upcoming Friday.

“Don’t plan the celebration too early, Sam. Odinson could still back out,” you stated pointedly. Sam knew how you felt about jinxing this deal and he promptly stopped talking about it, but he just rerouted the conversation back to Mr. Barnes. It was mostly him talking and joking and you rolling your eyes but when he pulled up to the school you saw Mr. Barnes next to Avery and a little girl who looked suspiciously like Mr. Barnes.

“That’s him,” you said to Sam, pointing at the first grade teacher.

Sam’s eyes widened, he looked from you to Mr. Barnes and back before saying, “you know, normally I don’t think I’d say this… but that man is a whole damn tree trunk. It makes sense why you wanna climb him.”

You snorted and slapped Sam’s arm before exiting the car and making your way over to your daughter. Mr. Barnes didn’t notice you and for that you were thankful. It gave you the opportunity to appreciate his…assets. The way his brown hair curled slightly at his shoulders, the way his button up seemed a half size too small judging by the way his shoulders stretched against the material, the way his slacks clung to his..

“MOMMY!!” Avery’s voice cried, pulling you out of your appreciative gaze. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with the smile that graced your face as your daughter barreled towards you and engulfed you in the largest hug she could muster, flinging her little body into your arms. You were about to ask her how her day was when you felt another little one practically tackle your legs in a hug. Big blue eyes looked up at you, eyes that unmistakably belonged to the tall drink of water standing next to you.

You were introduced to Becca, who was no doubt Mr. Barnes’ daughter, and how she and Avery were new best friends and they had a great day together. As the two girls continued chattering with yo about their day you managed to sneak a look at the incoming notification on your watch. You knew it was getting close to dinner with your parents and you’d have to leave soon to prepare for it. Mr. Barnes must have caught what you were doing because he announced it was time for the girls to go. Your heart both grew and broke a little when the girls hugged each other, neither one wanting to leave. Your eyebrow quirked at their friendship, an amused look on your face as you met the twin oceanic pools of Mr. Barnes.

He looked like he was going to say something when an annoying, and obviously fake, breathy voice called out “James….”

You took in the newcomer. Her bottle blond hair that needed to be toned and her low cut shirt that was extremely inappropriate to be wearing to an elementary school. You could practically taste the acidity of the little green monster that was spawning in your brain. Who the fuck is this woman?

Mr. Barnes looked almost sheepish as you made the girls say goodbye and reminded them that they would see each other tomorrow, giving a short nod in Mr. Barnes’ direction. When you and Avery made it back to the car she was telling you and Sam all about her new best friend and how they were going to hang out and play mermaids and princesses. Her little ramblings made you feel like maybe first grade wouldn’t be so bad…especially if you got the opportunity to see James Barnes every day.

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 13

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Quinn has really been putting in the effort to be my friend and to be a good father. He asks every other day what I need for the nursery at my apartment. Today is December 5th, and I still don’t have cribs for the babies. I took Quinn’s offer to go look at cribs together. 

As I am getting ready my parents sent me a picture of them at the airport. I completely forgot they were going the whole month of December. Being the hormonal mess I am I start to panic, Quinn walks in to my apartment and rushes to my side when he witnesses me walking back and forth fanning my eyes. 

“What happened?” he says urgently

“I’m going to be alone on Christmas” I say trying not to cry

“No you aren’t”

“Yes, my parents booked a trip in the summer for the whole month on December because they thought I was going to your house”

“Well, you can still come home with me”

“Quinn…”

“Just pretend like it’s their first Christmas at dad’s house, then next year mom can have them” Quinn says, making me chuckle. 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course” he says, “we can just do the gender reveal while we are home and Facetime your parents” Quinn suggest

“You wanted your team to be there though”

“I’ll send them pictures, they’re fine” Quinn laughs

“Fine, just a small one then”

We go out looking for cribs and buy way more stuff then needed. Once we get back to my place, Quinn helps me bring everything up to my apartment. He offers to help me set up the cribs, and we both sit out spreading all the parts all over the nursery. 

A couple weeks later I found myself at the Canucks games with Bella, Brock’s girlfriend. At this point I am pregnant enough to look as if I could have a child tomorrow, but I’m having twins so I’m only getting bigger. “Oh my god, you have the cutest bump” Bella says as I show her a picture I made Quinn take of me before the game. 

“I know, It randomly grew overnight. Like I just popped” I laugh

“You need to post that!” Bella says

“You think?”

“Yes, do it”

I take my phone out and upload the picture to Instagram. 

“So Christmas in Michigan?” she asks hesitantly

“Yeah, it’ll be fine”

“You and Quinn are???”

“Just friends” I say sadly

“You sound like you want more with him”

“Of course I do, he just messed up way too bad so I won’t let him back in”

“Well that is a good idea” she says and the final horn goes off. 

Bella and I go downstairs to the ice level and wait for Brock and Quinn. Quinn comes out first and makes his way over. “Hey beautiful” Quinn says

“Quinn..” I say making Bella laugh

“What I was talking to our girl” Quinn says

“A girl?!” Bella exclaims and I give Quinn a look

“Shit oops” Quinn says 

“I won't say anything!! 2 girls or boy and a girl?” she asks

“Boy and a girl”

“So cute, oh my god!” Bella says, making me smile.

“Well we have a flight to catch, I will see you in a couple of days!” I say to Bella giving her a hug before Quinn and I head out. 

Quinn drives us to the airport and we make our way to the hangar as we are flying private to Michigan. We walk up onto the plane and sit in the seat across the small plane from Quinn. “You should get some sleep, It’ll be 7 by the time we get to Canton” Quinn says. I nod and close my eyes before drifting off. 

I am awoken by Quinn stroking my cheek with his hand, “Hey Y/n, we’re landing soon” I hear Quinn say. I sit up a little and look over at him. Quinn is looking at something on his phone and I watch him smile.

“What are you looking at?” I ask

“You’re post” he says as he looks back down to type something in the comment box

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We make our way to the parking lot where Ellen is waiting for us. She brings both of us in for a big hug then helps us put our bags in the car. “You are glowing Y/n” she says. I smile and thank her and I hop in the backseat. 

We get to the Hughes’ and I hop out of the back making my way into the house. I bring my bags up to Quinn’s and fall on his bed for a nap. I wake up around 10:30 and open my bag and get my dress and makeup and get ready for the day. 

I make my way downstairs and to the kitchen, and Jack is there eating cereal. He stands up and walks over giving me a hug. “You look amazing,” he says, flashing a smile.

“Thanks Jack” I say and pour some cereal. We chat in the kitchen for a bit about the flight and vancouver until Quinn comes in to tell me that we should start getting ready because most of the guests have arrived. 

I follow Quinn into the living room where everyone was and greeted a bunch of people and thanked them for coming. A lot of people were asking questions about my pregnancy and how I was doing before Ellen caught everyone’s attention. 

“Y/n, Quinn. Each of you get a balloon and a needle. Time to reveal” Ellen says. I smiled at Quinn as I stood up and grabbed a balloon. “Okay, on the count of three” Ellen says

“One… Two… Three!!” everyone yells. On three Quinn and I popped our balloons revealing both pink and blue confetti. Ellen walks over and gives Quinn and big hug while Jack jumps up and quickly gives me a hug whispering “congratulations” in my ear. 

Jack pulls away and Luke comes in giving me a hug after. I talked to a bunch of people for a bit before I get tired again. I sneak off upstairs and into Quinn’s room. “Where are you going?” I hear Jack say from his room. I walk over and lean on his door frame. 

“I need to take this dress off, I feel huge” I say laughing

“You are not huge” Jack says, “I think you look great”

“Thanks Jack” I say and sit on his bed. Jack sits beside me.

“So how are you really?” he asks

“I’m- I’m freaking terrified Jack. Twins. I can’t do this!”

“Stop worrying, you will be fine. You got Quinn, and me” he says resting a hand on my thigh. I look down at his hand “You’re going to do an amazing job rai- oh sorry” he says realizing his hand placement was starting to get a little high as he rubbed my leg. I reach down and put my hand on top of his, stopping him from pulling his hand away. We sit for a second looking in each others eyes until Jack leans in, I meet him halfway and we press our lips together. The kiss becomes deeper and deeper turning into a full makeout session Jack pulls away to take his shirt off then reconnects his lips with mine. “Wait” I say pulling away from Jack, “This is so wrong, I can’t do this right now Jack” I say standing and making my way to Quinn’s room. Leaving Jack there watching me leave.

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut, praise, car sex, oral f receiving, p in v, fingering, making out, smut, dirty talking, a little angst from reader's dad, fluff, hurt/comfort, love, happy ending.

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Chapter Fourteen

Matt holds his breath, standing as they wait for the Judge to take her seat at the Bench. He hears Bucky open and close his fist rapidly. 

“Barnes.” Matt whispers to remind him to not be nervous they had this in the bag.

“I know…” Bucky takes a steadying breath.

“I know, I feel it too, Barnes.” Tony mutters.

“You may be seated.” The Honourable Judge Ramonda speaks, her voice clear and powerful. There is a rush of sounds as everyone takes their seats. 

“We have observed this trial and several branches of its tree. This trial took us to two countries. Involving several misdemeanours and even the usage of a firearm. The jury has deliberated for the entirety of the assigned two days due to the volume of the case load.” She gazes across the courtroom.

“Jury, do we have a verdict?” Ramonda gazes at the jury panel, as a man stands.

“Yes, Your Honour.” He says, gulping nervously. 

“Alright. Let us begin in the case of the intellectual property stolen from Mr. Anthony Stark and without patent production of the stolen bionic device the accused are Justin Hammer and Elmore Beck.”

“The Jury finds them guilty on all counts your honour.” The man reads from the paper. 

Tony and Bucky breathe slightly easier.

“In the case of Elmore Beck and the embezzlement of 75.4 Million US Dollars across 15 countries?”

“Guilty on all counts.” 

Matt breathes easier. 

“In the case of Mr. Quentin Beck using a firearm on Mr. James Barnes.” 

“Not guilty.”

Bucky purses his lips as your gasped, “What?” reaches his ears. He turns to look at you shaking his head. 

“They considered it self defence.” Matt mutters, Tony scoffs, earning a pointed glare from the Judge.

“In the case of Quentin Beck being involved in the financial embezzlement?” 

“Not guilty.”

“In the case of Quentin Beck coercing Mr. Brock Rumlow?”

“Guilty but your honour, the jury would request his sentence be lessened as it is evidenced he was being abused by his father, since childhood, we think he was forced to put his name into this entire ordeal.”

All eyes move to Quentin, who on cue begins to shake his shoulders and has to have his own legal team quietly console him.

You look at the Judge, her expression impassive. 

“We shall consider the Jury’s request.” She announces.

You bury your head in your hands. Bucky gazes back at you, he knew this was not the outcome you wanted. Nor did he, but he knew Beck would weasel his way out of the case. It was all decided on the fated day in the office.

“Ms. Sharon Carter for supportive coercion?” The Judge gazes back at Sharon.

“Guilty.” The Jury informs, Sharon bursts into tears.

You look back up at Bucky, the Judge’s voice fades as his blue eyes greet yours, silently providing support to each other. Matt taps his shoulder, Bucky faces forward. Tony gazes back apologetic.

You dare to look at Beck, who gives you a smirk and a wink. You glare at him, turning away tuning into the Judge assigning the years to the crimes. When it comes onto Quentin’s one guilty count. Your heart breaks as she says six months. 

Justin and Elmore are led out in handcuffs first. Followed by Sharon, Quentin is held back.

The courtroom erupts into chaos, there is a flurry of reporters wanting to get one final comment. A bite of content. Tony’s security head, Happy Hogan enters to lead you all safely outside, in tow with more security. 

You move from the seats as Bucky waits for you before everyone continues walking. A harsh tug pulls you back. Bucky stumbles with you as your hands were intertwined.

“You’re going to regret choosing him, little princess.” Quentin Beck sneers, you pull your arm away from his harsh grip.

“I think you should understand and grasp that I am happy with my James. My only regret is ever allowing you to hurt me.”

Bucky steps in front of you, “Beck, back off. You were given your judgement. Respect it.” 

You grab onto Bucky’s arm, he gazes down at you.

Quentin moves quickly, hand raised,

“Bucky!” You warn, trying to pull him back, his hand leaves yours and the punch is held inches away from Bucky’s face.

The officer swiftly grabs Quentin’s free hand pulling him back.

“I am warning—,” Quentin is tugged away before he can say more.

Bucky turns cupping your cheek, “I’m so sorry, Doll. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t ever try to get close to you again.” he promises, gaze moving to your arm, he breathes easier as he realises the fucker didn’t hurt you.

You cup his palm with your own, “I’m okay, just, just, want to go home.” Bucky nods, looking up to Happy who is speaking to the officers and is making sure Beck’s behaviour is added onto the list of things he has done.

Once you are led out into the hallway, Matt leads you all to a smaller conference chamber. 

“Press is outside and scavenging for something.” He says, hands resting on his hips.

“We’re trying to have the cars be there and have you all just be moved safely, however, do not engage, make statements. Also you will be lead to Stark Industries HQ and then free to go home.” Happy explains.

“Your addresses have been sealed, but incase there is a leak please let me know, I will arrange the necessary formalities.” Matt nods as everyone mumbles out an affirmative response.

Bucky places a protective arm around you, as he guides you down the steps, there is a flurry of flashes and shouts as you all make it to the lined SUVs with tinted windows. You find yourself pressing more into Bucky’s side, his voice somehow even as a whisper is loud among the crowd.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just a few more steps. Doll, you’re doing well, focus on me okay?” 

You don’t understand why you find yourself overwhelmed even as you sit in the SUV. Bucky makes sure to have you tucked into his side. 

“You okay there?” His brows furrow with worry.

“I, I just feel overwhelmed.” You admit, gazing up at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be better if I had you with me.” He cups your cheek, biting his lip with more worry, “Fuck, Doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Bucky, this it isn’t your fault.” You shift the partition between the driver and your seats was up and you really, really wanted to be near him.

“But—,”

“Bucky, no, just, no, this is not on you. Do you understand? I think the crowd and what happened inside threw me off. I have you, I feel better, thank you for getting me through that.” You push off your shoes, moving to straddle him. Fingers running through his hair as he gazes up at you.

You knew this look intimately, the way he ran his eyes all over you, the way his palm would follow, cataloging every part of you. Even a hair out of place wasn’t missed by his observation. You were subjected to this gaze even on video-calls that had gaps between them, it was his way of making sure for himself if you were okay.

“Bucky,” The warmth of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone brings him back to you, he nods.

“I’ve thought about it you know.” Bucky knows what he’s doing, he shifts his hips, you bite your lips.

“Ab-about what?” You’re acutely aware of his thumb brushing over the sweet spot upon your neck.

“What it would be like, to have my pussy squeezing my cock in a car.” His pupils dilate, tongue moving over his bottom lip, “How you would have to bite down on my skin to stop your pretty little moans. Fuck, Doll.” 

Bucky groans as you grind down on him, his words turning you needy by the second.

“How long?” You question, fingers playing with the button of his shirt, you were wearing pants and—, “About twenty minutes away.” Bucky informs you, thinking of how would you pull this off.

All his thoughts fly out the window when your lips press fervent against his own. Your lips are haven and Bucky lets himself drown in the taste. His palm on your ass tightens, squeezing the flesh as a speed-bump has you both moan in the kiss.

You shift back as Bucky undoes the button on his pants, the deep navy suit sending you into overdrive now that you’re finally taking it in, you shift back into your place taking your own pants off. The clothes remain discarded on the floor, Your shirt undone will he can have a perfect view of your tits.

His shirt completely off, boxes and pants pulled down to the thighs upon which you’ve made a complete mess. 

Bucky’s thumb moves over your clit, your hips press down almost begging on your behalf for more.

“Look at you, so needy, my pretty little Doll.” He praises as your grip on his shoulders tightens, “Come on,” He whispers, hand moving from your cunt to your hips to guide you to him, slowly as you sink down on his cock, Bucky groans as he bottoms out.

You breath in short pants, feeling stretched out and full. Oh so full.

“Bucky—,” you mewl as the car moves over a speed bump, making him thrust inside you and you clench around him.

“You’re doing well, I’ve got you, want to move Doll, think you can?” His lips move along your chest, biting down as you begin to move, his palm stays on your hipbone, guiding you.

Groans begin to fill the car,  your voices melding as you begin to lose every fibre to Bucky, his taut shoulders and muscles as your hands begin to wander, retracing your etched sanctuaries upon his skin.

The car pauses at a signal, your movements continue, Bucky stops you as he is halfway inside and he thrusts into you, hard, his pace quickened as your head thrown back, the wet sloshing of your arousal fills the car. as the signal starts you lurch, clit pressing deliciously on his pelvis you cant help but cry out.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please, please, please—,” you choke on a moan as his thumb finds your clit again, Bucky watches you intently looking so beautiful on the brink of bliss. His own cock throbbing, needing release. Your walls clenching trying to keep him in, your head falls forward as you clench tighter around him.

“Not going to last long, Doll.” He groans as you bite down upon his shoulder, moaning against his skin as your thighs begin to shake, indicative of how close you are, Bucky and you both pick up the pace, movements swift, bordering on sloppy.

Words whispered, praises falling from lips, a prayer of each other’s names. You press your lips to Bucky’s as your orgasm takes over you triggering his own as he cums inside you. Aftershocks move through your body, Bucky’s movements on your clit slow down to a stop.

The glass is fogged, Bucky begins to pepper you in soft kisses.

“Did so good for me, so good Doll. Fuck just want to stay buried in you all day.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

“Want you to stay inside me too.” You murmur, you feel him twitch inside of you and he groans as your cunt clenches in response. Both of you absolutely addicted to each other.

“Let us get cleaned up. Otherwise I’m going to have to keep you in the car for the remainder of the day.” Bucky chuckles when you swat him, but the two of you know he is very much capable of getting his way.

You place a kiss to his chest, right over his sternum, Bucky closes his eyes savouring the soft tender moment. When your hands return to cup his cheeks, he kisses both of them. A soft blissful smile on his features.

“God I could use a whole drink after that shit show with Quentin.” Tony plops down on the couch in the room, most of the building is free, since he knew it wouldn’t be a productive day and everyone go a head start on the weekend. Bucky nods in agreement.

Peter goes over a few things with Tony, as he seeks advice on his other projects and softwares, Bucky admires the dynamic the two share.

You both were presentable enough to pass what occurred in the car as a heavy make out. 

When the elevator doors open you stand from your own place and run upto the people coming out, Bucky beams as he watches you lift Morgan up as she comes in running with Peter followed by the babysitter Tony had called for them. 

Her arms wrap around your neck and she giggles as you say something. Then Morgan gazes at Bucky then whispers something to you. Making you laugh, you meet his gaze from across the room. Whispering something back to her, Morgan squishes your cheeks to make you gaze back at her.

“Juice Pops!” She announces loudly her excited squeals as you lead her towards the kitchen.

“I see Mr. Barnes is having thoughts.” Tony saying in a teasing manner, but the smile on his face has him know it comes from a place of respect and love.

“What are you implying?” Bucky wonders, eyes immediately finding you as you still hold Morgan while animately telling her a story as she eats her treat with a smile.

Morgan had immediately taken a liking to you, even so far as to trusting you with her favourite crayons within an hour of knowing you. Not even Bucky had that honour till date. 

“You see a picket fence future don’t you?” Tony just smiles when Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Well, yes. However there are complications…” Bucky admits. 

There was what you wanted to do post your bachelors, if you even wanted to settle in this country, his little plan involving your dad, you had moved into his apartment for this trip of yours and Bucky couldn’t help himself but imagine it to be your life together.

Alpine loved snuggling on you chest, Bucky had several pictures of the two of you napping. The apartment started feeling more and more like home. 

“Ask her, I know she won’t say no to it, they way I see it are two people in love who do have a future together.” Tony chuckles as Morgan tries to run in your little game of catch the crook as you speed behind her humouring her agility. 

“It is a lot to ask of her.” Bucky purses his lips, looking down at his palm, thumb tracing over the callouses on his skin.

“It is upto Y/N to decide if it is a lot for her, James, complications exist and will persist, you yourself know that, you’ve been through hell. If you have a chance at happiness, grasp it.” Tony stands as Morgan and you make your way over. He pats encouragingly on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“You two are endgame, Mr. Barnes.” Peter adds with a smile. Bucky shakes his head amused.

Morgan lifts up her arms and Tony picks her up with a smile, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi Dad.” She places her head on his shoulder, giving a wave to Peter and Bucky. 

“Did you have fun with Y/N?” Tony enquires, mouthing a thank you to you as you settle down next to Bucky. 

You mouth back a your welcome before you rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“I did, she let me have more juice pops, and she told me a funny story from her childhood.” Morgan recounts the events as Tony listens intently, his gaze softens as she yawns tiredly. 

“Wanna go home?” He questions she nods, “Peter come on, I’ll drop you home too.” 

Peter grins, they all wave as they move down to the basement to leave in the cars that Happy had arranged yet again. 

Bucky looks at you, your fingers playing with his while you’re lost in thought, Tony’s words echo in his mind, and one set of keys in the key ring weigh heavy in his bag and heart. 

“Hey Doll?” he takes a deep breath.

You look up at him with a smile, “Yes, Bucky?”

“I want to take you somewhere… are you up for it?” He seems nervous, your brows furrow but you nod.

“Is everything okay?” You wonder, he nods.

“Everything is, just, I have to do this today.” He says, standing grasping your hand and leading you back to the basement parking.

The drive is silent, Bucky’s leg bounces and you recognise the area outside even at dusk. It’s near his mom’s home. You gaze up at him questioningly. 

“Are we visiting, mum?” You wonder, he shakes his head but smiles at you calling her mum as well.

“Not exactly but the place is about eight minutes away from here.” He explains and you pass by the neighbourhood where she stays.

The car stops in front of a quaint house, with exposed brick and a little pathway lined with small solar lamps, Bucky rummages through his bag before joining you at the pathway. 

“Remember I asked you a question, a while ago?” He says as you walk upto the main door. You do a double take recalling the conversation.

“Bucky did you, did you—,” You stutter, the key turns and he opens the door, letting you enter first.

He finds the main fuse box, the house lights up. 

You gasp at the layout, its more so empty but the back windows are large and give a beautiful view of the back yard. The wooden flooring expands across the large floor and there is a short staircase leading up. 

You turn to Bucky, tears brimming in your eyes at what this implies for the two of you. 

“I, I had spotted this on the market, at first I was going to rent it out, but something about it made me extremely selfish,” He intertwines your hands leading you towards where the kitchen is, it’s almost exactly as you had described to him.

You reach out to touch the countertops, hand running over the stone. The windows here also provide a view of the yard.

“I want a future with you.” Bucky tells you, you look up at him. “i’m not saying today, right this minute, but I see us in home as this, surrounded by kids making a mess of the kitchen, us waking up in turns to change diapers, driving you around, having firsts with you in our home. A life with you. I want it, wherever you want to stay I will give you the future you deserve.” His eyes are brimming with tears, you reach up to wipe the ones escaped with your lips, then you pull him in for a kiss. Searing with your love for him, salt mixes into the kiss.

Bucky grins lifting you to the counter, your legs wrap around his waist. He has his answer. He knows he has a future with you. He thinks to the small box tucked away in his sock drawer at his mother’s house. 

“Thank you.” You mumble out, hugging him tightly. You can see it too, anywhere in the world with him, but right here you could make this house a home together. Warm scents filling the home, soft corners full of memories. A backyard full of giggles and mirth, Alpine claiming the spot that would be warm. 

Bucky and you growing old together. 

Two Months Later.

You giggle for the umpteenth time Bucky huffs, lugging his suitcase into the boot of Steve’s car. He gives you a glare as you stick your tongue out at him, your much lighter suitcase having zero effort needed.

“Remind me again why my suitcase is heavier?” He grumbles and Winnie rolls her eyes at his childishness.

“Because I have a closet of clothes waiting for me.” You remind him.

“Should leave some of my clothes there too.” He mutters, going back inside to give Alpine more head scratches and snuggles.

“He’s in a mood because of the software bug.” Steve explains, he doesn’t know the details but Bucky was ranting off to him, Winnie shakes her head.

“Nothing, Y/N can’t handle.” She adds with a smile, you look away with a smile on your face.

“True. True.” Steve agrees, Sam emerges with more cookies from Winnie’s cookie jar making everyone laugh.

“Take care of yourself okay?” Winnie faces you, hand running over your head.

“I will.” You promise.

“And if he doesn’t take care of you, you call me.” She smiles, “Oh I’m going to miss you, i know it’s just three weeks but I’m so used to having you both come over so often even if you both are in Brooklyn most of the time.” She smiles again, as she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m going to miss you too. I have so much happiness when I spend time with you.” You hug her tighter, Bucky moves out of the house, his anger dispels in the slightest at the two of you hugging.

“Cookie?” Sam offers and Bucky takes it from him.

“How many did you eat?” Bucky questions relishing the taste.

“You got the last one.” Sam shrugs, some how producing another cookie out of thin air. You look at Sam, he holds out the cookie as was promised to you. 

“To think I kept beating him at UNO for this initial denial of cookies.” You shake your head, Sam grins.

“It’s good payment.” He laughs.

Bucky huffs as he walks over to Winnie, she gives him a pointed look, “I’m sorry, Ma, but you know how it is and we’re leaving—,” He quiets down when she continues the warning look.

“I know you’re passionate but you don’t have to be grumpy about it okay? You will figure it out.” She pats his cheek, “Now give your mother a hug.”  

Bucky pulls her into a hug, it reminds you of a picture they have from when he was ten, the soft smile on his face reminiscent of baby Bucky. You whip out your phone taking the picture. Sending it to Winnie knowing it will be printed and hung up somewhere in the house.

You look through your gallery, heart warming at the picture you took of her wall, in your second week of visiting her you noticed new picture frames. Upon closer inspection your heart caught in your throat. The three frames were simple white bordered, each contained a picture, one of Winnie and you and the other of Bucky and you.

The third was your favourite, it was Winnie, Rebecca, your mom of the laptop on FaceTime, Bucky and you. A small family full of laughter and love.

When you look up Winnie is in front of you, a warm smile on her face, “I love having pictures in the house, I started the tradition from my own home before marriage, always wanted to pass it down through the family. Bucky has pictures scattered but not enough, also always make digital copies as back up.” She advises. 

“I, you don’t know how much love I felt by that simple gesture. I feel, you make me feel like a part of the family.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“You are family, Y/N.” Winnie reminds you, you simply hug her in response.

Bucky watches you both speak with a soft smile on his features.

“When are you doing it then?” Sam whispers and Bucky gives him a glare.

“Shut up.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“What she cannot hear me, hey Steve can you hear me?” Sam whispers.

“Loud and clear,” Steve guffaws as Sam shows him his middle finger.

“So when.” Sam demands.

“Not for a few months at least.” He says, straightening up as you walk over.

Steve and Sam exchange a look, you raise a brow at them.

“Come on love birds you have a plane to catch.” Steve adds, all of you wave at Winnie as the car pulls out of the driveway.

Sam scrolls through twitter and looks back at Bucky.

“What?” You ask on behalf of him.

“The jail where Beck is being held? It had conflicts internally, list of prisoners injured severely include his name.” Sam reads from the article, Bucky shrugs.

“He probably didn’t control his mouth.” Your boyfriend reasons, adding another shrug and Steve catches his gaze from the rearview mirror.

“Possibly, he does have a punchable face.” Sam turns back, Bucky finds your curious gaze.

“Did you…” You tilt your head, even the thought is absurd, “Lock the balcony door at the apartment?” You switch the question and Bucky nods, seemingly glad you didn’t ask further. 

What you didn’t need to know, you didn’t need to know.

The flight back home was delayed by three hours, you groaned as you plopped down on the seats near the gate. 

“I know, but you can finish up grading assignments.” Bucky suggests, taking his own laptop out, the furrow in his brow returns as he glares at the screen trying to find the answer to the stupid bug.

“What if you rewrite it? I know that is taxing but, you could know then where the issue is?” You offer, 

“I think I can figure it out.” He snaps, “Doll, I’m sorry just, this is really important…” He meets your gaze, you don’t say anything. You knew the timing of the trip became inconvenient the second the software crashed. Despite your insistence Bucky had wanted to come along. He hated the thought of being in different timezones. 

You then retrieve your own device, work did tend to stress him out but he knew when he would cross a line or say something, it wasn’t frequent but you had your fair share of angry snaps at him too. So you understood and the two of you would return to what happened and why and would sort the matter out.

Living together, adjusting after a period of distance and all the stuff you two had been through, it wasn’t easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy. Relationships took work beyond three words, gifts and sex. You both learned that during the distance and learned to apply it while being together. 

Your work finished and Bucky was still staring at the same goddamn lines. He knew he shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, he raises his gaze from the screen to you, reading a book now with your headphones in, he sighs, opening up a new page entirely and rewrites the code from scratch.

After ten minutes, he realises what was wrong. You were right, if he had just listened about an hour ago. Bucky closes his eyes, exhaling. When he looks up you aren’t in your seat. He retrieves his phone.

Doll🌸: Have gone to get coffee, bringing you one as well.

Doll🌸: You looked busy so didn’t want to disturb you. 

Bucky🌻: Thank you, I’m sorry I snapped at you. Your method worked, should have just listened to you. 

The read notification comes in but you don’t respond to him. Bucky thinks of texting you again when he spots you holding two cups and a paper bag under your arm. He grabs the bag from under your arm setting it on the hand luggage and the cup that you offer him.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, you sigh.

“It isn’t okay, but I can understand why.” You let him know.

“I know. Your method worked, in ten minutes I figured it out.” He says with a smile, you play with the edge of the cup.

“Was actually your method… When I snapped at you two weeks ago, about the essay… you said the same thing. Figured it would work.” You meet his bright blue eyes, he smiles.

“We’re too stubborn aren’t we?” he observes.

“At times yes.” you chuckle, “Oh also I got an email while in line at the coffee place.” You hold up the email as Bucky’s eyes scan the contents he grins widely.

“Congratulations, Doll!” He cheers, kissing your forehead, cheek then lips.

“I can’t believe it so I’ll begin teaching online only and the timings are adjustable as per my schedule and days available, now I just need to be able to secure a place at uni for masters.” You grin.

“i’m so proud of you, so very proud and you will get that place.” He assures you.

You smile as you sip on your coffee, the money earning was a big check mark to contribute at the apartment towards expenses, even though Bucky’s card sat heavy in your wallet scarcely used unless you were stepping out for groceries. 

“The hybrid programme would be great, you know considering everything?” You observe, Bucky nods.

“It gives you a lot of flexibility. More control.” He smiles, extremely proud. 

In the two months a lot had changed in terms of your goals and where you saw yourself. Bucky was there by your side supporting you, holding your hand through it all. 

You had decided you enjoyed tutoring for the students via your university back in your home country. This new job it was sort of an online tutoring service which expanded across various subjects, they were based in Los Angeles but had tutors from all over the globe offering their expertise. 

Bucky was intermittently swamped at work, some weeks you both spent a lot of time together even after navigating your four hours of online learning and tutoring. Some weeks he would find you curled up on the couch with Alpine and his dinner in the fridge with a sweet little note. 

He was immensely proud of you and you of him. This trip was for a few things one to begin shifting your base to the US provided you got your placement, two if you didn’t Bucky would move down for you for two years and work as he did while he was there for the whole Hammer-Beck debacle.

Your mother was in favour of either solution, her word of advice? She wanted the two of you happy, wherever in the world that may be.

When you thought about it, you did see a future in either place but the working on different timings, it was awfully reminiscent of the distance. 

“Doll?” Bucky tilts your chin, “What’s going on in that sweet little mind?” 

“Thinking about the options we have… where and how to live…” You trail off, leaning into his touch.

“Well, we have time to decide that, and factor in other things you know…” Bucky shrugs, “We’ll figure it out whatever it is and however it is, also I can always just leave Stark Industries.”

“Bucky, no.”

“No, Y/N, look I’ve thought about it, living on timezones despite being together? long term, it doesn’t make sense, that was hardly any time to even understand and even then on days where things got crazy we hardly got time.” Bucky sighs, 

“I can find coding work anywhere or design apps, what I can’t find is home without you.” He rests his forehead against yours.

“Bucky… you’re planning on giving up so much… home is you, heart is you.” You close your eyes his breath fans over your face, coffee with a hint of lingering mint.

“I’m not giving up anything, I’m gaining all that I’ve wanted, needed, wished for, hell, prayed for on nights I’ve sobbed.” He reveals, your eyes meet his, azure holding so much love for you. 

“You decide, even if you want to stay back, I will stay with you.” Bucky gives you all the power, you take a deep steadying inhale. 

“We’ll wait for how things pan out, then we will make a Pros and Cons list.” You nod, then nod again. Bucky chuckles.

“As you say, Doll.” He kisses your cheek, “How is that book you’re reading?” 

“Oh, its good, morally grey guy,” you begin to explain,

“Your not-so-secret faves.” he teases,

You laugh, “You sound jealous Mr. Barnes, well he’s the CEO of a firm but when he’s pissed off he ruins lives of actual bad people.” 

Bucky chuckles, “Sounds like a catch.”

“He is,” You dreamily sigh, he huffs irked.

“Jealous baby.” You deem, taping his nose with your index finger.

“I’m not jealous.” he grumbles. 

“Well I have my very own little morally grey man, this CEO holds nothing, to my tech whiz.” You smile up at him, kissing his cheek.

He cracks a tiny smile, he did have one little more morally grey thing to do. 

“You’re it for me, James Barnes.” You tell him.

“Good because I am very selfish about what is mine.” He brushes his lips over yours, all coherent thought flies out the window when he pulls you in for a searing kiss.

Only pulling away when the boarding call. Bucky has a smug grin on his face seeing you flustered. 

“Be good and we might just have some fun on the flight.” He whispers, tugging on your earlobe as you stand in the line.

“Bucky.” You can’t identify if your voice is pleading him or telling him to behave.

“So you don’t want my fingers buries inside you under the blanket?” He tugs again, nipping at the skin of your neck. You bite your lip.

“Could make you cum so many times, Doll.” Your thighs clench at his promise, a whimper manifesting in your throat. 

“Why do you think we’re travelling first class? You can sit on my lap and cockwarm—,” 

“Good Evening. May I see your boarding pass and passport?” The ground staff breaks you out of the haze, Bucky hands over the pair of documentation. 

“Alright, good to go.” They hand back the documents and you breathe a little easier, then look up at Bucky. 

“What?” He questions innocently.

“When I cock warm you, I’m going to make sure you feel each squeeze. I’ll get myself off and you can stay hard for a while.” You warn him voice low so no one else can hear.

“Getting bratty are we?” He smirks, raising a brow.

“You started it.” You reason, he chuckles darkly. 

Your cockiness falls out the aerobridge. 

“You’re going to have to learn to control that mouth, Doll. Because the entire plane might know what I’m going to be doing to you.” He admires the way you shiver under his heated gaze, you reach the door of the plane, the steward guides you to your seats, offering drinks. 

“Savour this, once the signs are off, you’re on my lap.” He squeezes your thigh. 

Natasha tilts her head, as you sort of limp towards her, despite having the trolley for support. Bucky has a smug smile, she pieces the two dots. 

“Well, well, well, welcome to the Mile High Club.” She grins when you glare at her.

“Geez, what happened?” Nat questions, Bucky only laughs as you mutter something.

“I’ll tell you later.” You grumble.

“You had fun.” Bucky defends, with a shit-eating grin.

“Bucky the poor old lady almost fainted.” You groan at the memory. Nat just starts laughing at your misery.

“But she was okay, also she said the right thing.” He reminds you.

“What did she say?” Nat questions, as your suitcases are placed into the boot.

“With a man like that you should be sitting on him all day, I know I would.” You recount, Nat’s laughter only booms further.

“She also asked if I had a single looking to mingle grandfather.” Bucky adds laughing as well.

“Damn grandma was cool.” Nat observes, the drive is not long since it is still early in the morning. The occasional swirling of ice in Nat’s tumbler keeps you awake. Bucky sends out the messages to everyone about landing safely. 

Soon enough you all are in the familiar apartment complex, Nat updates you on the happenings at University, pretty mundane apart from a being a story of you eloping. 

“Maybe we should buy a ring.” Bucky jokes as you chuckle.

“If we eloped they might think I’m pregnant.” You look at Nat she nods in agreement.

“That can be arranged too.” Bucky adds cheekily, you lightly swat his chest.

“Oh by the way the mums wanted a catch up dinner, Bucky you’re invited too.” She says as you all enter the apartment, “Food’s in the fridge incase you guys are hungry.” Then she disappears to her room.

You crack your neck and groan, Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder as you peer into the fridge. Arm around your waist, you lean against his chest.

“Hungry?” He wonders, you shake your head.

“You?” You grab two waters, 

“Nope, just need to sleep.” Bucky says, kissing your shoulder, you enter your room, looking up at the starlights.

“I missed these.” You admit, smiling up at them.

“I’ll configure it to stay on while we sleep.” Bucky retrieves his phone, pushing you towards the bathroom to change.

When you come out, you sit at the edge of the bed, admiring the lights as Bucky goes to change, he comes out in nothing, your eyes fall to his hardening length.

“Actually I am hungry.” He says, kneeling in front of you, your fingers run through his hair. 

“Me too.” You admit, finding your clit pulsing for him.

He chuckles, tapping your hips, you stand helping him take off your PJs. Then sit at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart.

Bucky admires your flesh, kissing over your thighs, stubble brushing against the flesh, “Can’t wait for a taste, Doll.” His tongue runs circles around your clit before he sucks on it, then he traces down to your entrance, humming deeply at your taste.

You fall back, your legs over his shoulders, Bucky nibbles on your clit, your back arches, his arm encircles your thigh, palm resting over your hipbone, he pushes down, anchoring you into place.

Bucky laps at your entrance like a starving man, your moans urging him on, he is painfully hard as each plea from you goes right to his cock.

Your fingers intertwine between the web space of his, your other hand fists at the sheets as Bucky pulls cry after cry from you, alternating between circles, spelling his name, sucking and biting at the flesh, the stars above blur as you lose focus, all you can feel is him, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

The way your voice reverbs into his being he groans as your hips still try to chase his mouth when he pulls away in the slightest.

“Greedy girl.” He blows softly over your heated flesh, drawing a loud moan from you.

Bucky smirks, at the way you’re losing focus on everything but him, your arousal coats his chin as you gush on his tongue, he groans at your taste, lapping up every drop you give him. Your thighs shake as he kisses his way over your stomach, breasts and sternum, pushing your shirt off. His lips find yours allowing you taste him, his tip moves across your folds, marking himself with you. You whimper, nails sinking into the flesh of his back and shoulder, Bucky thrusts into you, unable to be patient.

“Fuck, B-Bucky—,” You preen.

“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, “Feel so good, Doll, fuck, need you.” He mumbles, you nod in response he begins to move, hips snapping against yours, your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

You clench around him, pleasure fogs your mind, the vein of his length brushes over the sensitive spot stars further cloud your vision. Bucky shifts, kneeling on the bed having your hips rise, you moan feeling him deeper. Bucky loses himself in you, the warmth, you look so fucking beautiful this way, taking him so well, an angel under the soft light. 

“Gonna fill you up, Doll. Fuck you look so beautiful this way, so pretty under stars, you gonna cum with me doll?” He questions, his thrust deeper as he slows the thrusts down to make sure to have him imprint every inch of you.

You nod, unable to form coherent sentences, “Mark me, claim, Bucky please—,” You manage to demand, Bucky lets out a filthy groan, your orgasm drawing closer and closer.

“Want me to mark you with my cum, fill this pussy up, fill my pussy up? Have you dripping a mix of us onto these fucking gorgeous thighs? You’re gonna feel me for days Doll.” His words throw you over the edge, you cum with a sob are fiery hot pleasure sears through you. 

Bucky loses himself in the way your walls spasm, milking his cock, his lips sloppily find yours he still ruts into you, your hearts beating wildly. 

“Bucky?” you question, feeling absolutely like floating, 

“Right here, Doll, you did so good.” He praises, your little blissed out smile oh so endearing.

“Do, do you feel floaty?” You question, he chuckles, “I do baby, I’m going to pull out now okay?” he says, slowly moving away, your hands grip onto him, legs tightening. 

“Doll—,”

“Don’t—,” 

“Not, going anywhere, just want to give you some water and snuggle you.” He assures, slowly you let go of him, he pulls out the wet squelch has you preen. Bucky guides you to move further along the bed, pulling you against his chest, brushing your hair and having you take slow sips of the water. 

You nuzzle closer to him, Bucky keeps you close, the stars continue their pattern as the two of you watch quietly.

“You with me, Doll?” He asks after a while, you nod, heat creeping you skin. Slowly coming to yourself.

“Floaty?” He squeezes your side, drawing a laugh from you. 

“Nope, not floaty anymore.” You look back up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Slowly slumber tugs at the two of you, Bucky keeps you close as you both sink into sleep. 

The next day passes in a blur of waking in the afternoon, Bucky and you still tangled in the sheets. You admire him in the afternoon light, a soft smile graces his relaxed features and you wonder what he dreams about, Your fingers carefully trace his jaw, over his dimpled chin. His breathing alters, a low hum. Your fingertips trace over his lips.

Bucky smiles wider, eyes still closed as his lips part, as he playfully tries to bite your fingers, you laugh pulling your hand away. Bucky grabs your hand bringing your fingers back towards his mouth.

“Bucky!” You giggle, till the last second he pretends he’s going to bite them then he presses a soft kiss to each fingertip. 

“Morning Doll.” His bright blue eyes gleam with mirth.

“Morning Bucky.” You greet, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“I love waking up next to you.” You tell him, feeling him smile against your skin.

“I do too. My favourite is when I dream of you and then wake up to you.” He places kisses along your shoulder.

You sigh contented, until there is knocking at your door.

“Lovebirds, come on out, decently.” Nat’s voice calls out.

“Alrighty!” You cheerily call out, reluctantly getting out of bed when you notice Bucky is in his sweatpants, you don’t remember feeling those rubbing against your skin.

“You woke up?” You wonder confused.

“Yeah, eyes opened at like eight-ish, sent out a few emails and then came back into your warmth.” he hands you your PJs.

“How did you pull away in the first place?” You wonder, teasing.

“With immense reluctance and hardship, plus the urge to pee.” He kisses your cheek, you laugh.

Bucky puts on his t-shirt, you glance at the clock almost four thirty in the afternoon. Moving out of the room, you walk into the living room.

“Thank you for finally joining the land of the living.” Your mom shakes her head, a smile on her face, you run over to hug her.

“Hi mum.” you beam, she kisses the top of your head.

You tighten your arms around her, Bucky smiles as she beckons him to join the hug. 

Her heart full to see you both safe and happy.

Hours later you’re all laughing at the table of your mom and Nat’s mother’s favourite restaurant. Bucky is sharing the anecdote of finding out you like to arrange your books by height uncaring for alphabetical order.

It is then your mother pauses from her own addition to the story, the eyes of your group turn as your father makes his way to the table, but he says nothing, anger filled eyes trained upon Bucky.

“Fix it.” He shouts at him. 

Bucky furrows his brows, “I’m sorry what?” Confusion laces his words.

“You can fix it because you stole it. You and you posse of hackers.” Your dad seethes.

“Dad, what even are you talking about?” You try to understand.

“Shut up fucking whore—,” Your dad pauses as Bucky stands towering over him.

“I suggest you keep your voice down, we’re out on a family dinner. I also suggest you ask your latest additions to your family about this and not me. I got you your invested amount back. I urge you to recollect what occurred the last time you disrespected, my girl and her mother. It can get fucking uglier, and leave a mark.” Bucky speaks tone clear, there is an eerie silence in the restaurant. The staff and customers watching quietly.

You grasp at the back of his sleeve. Bucky gives you an assuring look, taking your hand into his own and rubbing circles upon the back.

“No, my girlfriend wouldn’t dare, she loves—,” Your dad pauses as his phone rings, his face growing redder with every passing minute at what is being said on the call. 

His phone clatters to the ground, “She ran off. That whore ran off with my money all of it gone.”

Nat and you exchange a glance. Bucky sits back down, kissing your hand before placing it on his thigh. He raises his hand, “Excuse me, waiter?” 

The head waiter comes to the table, “Please set up a table for this gentleman, his meal is on me tonight.” Bucky smiles, “Oh and add a bottle of your finest whiskey for him, he’ll need it.”

“How the fuck did you know?” Your father bellows.

“I run background checks with everyone I interact, she did the same to the previous man she was involved with, I’m sorry Mr. Y/L/N, you conduct business very poorly maybe even worse than your personal life.” Bucky shrugs not really sorry. 

Bucky made sure the money was backed into off shore accounts, where as the extra marital affair woman just needed another rich man to whisk her away. 

Which is where Steve’s shady friend Nick Fury came in, currently that woman was in an unpaid for five star hotel room in anticipation to be whisked away and had a bill racking up without means to for pay it. 

Bucky takes a sip of his drink, you look at your mother who is looking at your father. Bucky’s hand finds yours again.

“Y/mum/N, I’m I was a fool for all I put you through—,” Your father begins trying to apologise to have her fall into his false promises again.

Bucky tsks, “Sir, come on, save some remaining dignity.”

Your mother laughs, Nat’s mother chuckles.

“You did this.” Your father accuses, lunging for Bucky. You grab your glass the splash of water on pauses him mid-stance.

“You fucking piece of—,” He roars at you.

“I’m recording this.” Nat warns him, he lowers his hand.

“You have no proof that I did this, you did this to yourself. You had an extra marital affair, you gave your illicit affair access to your accounts. Not me. I landed this morning, I have been working in the US, I did my part by getting you your investment amount back.” Bucky scoffs.

“Get me my money back I have apologised for what I did to these bitches.” Your father seethes.

“One, I don’t have means to ring back your stolen money and two if your sincere apologies fixed their turmoil and trauma, I’d be happy for them. Three, I don’t believe I will even bother helping you. Unfortunately, I don’t think you have any options left here.” Bucky shrugs, clearly bored.

Your dad’s anger reaches a new peak, “You fucking pathetic—, I’ll take back what I gave to these two money hungry—,” 

“How? The divorce is done, the properties were always on her name, Y/N has her old bank accounts closed down and you gave her the money out of your natural love and affection, you think I didn’t tell her to save those messages? I knew at the next inconvenience you would displace your anger. Go have your free alcohol and meal, please stop bothering us.” Bucky rolls his eyes as your father stomps out of the restaurant.

Dinner is quiet after that, 

“Well that was entertaining.” Nat’s mum comments,

“Almost as entertaining as Dad’s breakdown in court.” Natasha reminds everyone shakes their heads. 

Bucky looks over to your mum, “You sure you’re okay?” 

“I am, thank you for telling him off, I always knew she would run him to the ground.” Your mother shakes her head.

“Well at least you get to watch his ass get kicked by karma.” Nat jokes making everyone laugh. From that point dinner resumes to be how it was before the interruption.

You lean into Bucky as you wait for the Uber to come in, Nat opting to spend the night at her Mum’s allowing you two to have the place to yourselves. Your mum expected the two of you back home tomorrow bright and early.

His chin rests on your shoulder, slowly you both sway to the distant music drifting from inside the restaurant. You think over the conversation and the surety with which your father tried to accuse Bucky. 

You don’t feel bad for the man, you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry he spoke to you that way…” You feel Bucky stiffen.

“Doll, what have I said about apologising for his actions?” He demands.

“I’m not supposed to… but,”

“No, none of that. I don’t care about him, he is insignificant. All i want is for you to be okay, also I should thank you for coming to my rescue, impeccable aim.” He praises. 

“Well my boyfriend was a sniper, he taught me a few things.” You giggle as he kisses your neck, his stubble tickling you.

The Uber comes in, you both settle in for the drive back to the apartment.

As you apply your moisturiser, a question does burn at the back of your mind, you knew your father’s affair did lack the caliber to pull off a con of this magnitude. Your boyfriend observes the small furrow in your brows, he stands behind you, intently observing you in the mirror. 

Bucky kisses his way from your shoulder to your earlobe, knowing your curiosity is moving into over drive, “You did say you prefer morally grey.” he whispers.

Your eyes widen how did he know what you were thinking, “How—, You what—,”

Bucky presses his lips to your temple, “I’d burn the world down for you, Doll. You just have to ask.”

You gape at him, mind running a mile a minute, “How… why?” 

“He hurt you, I warned him.” Bucky speaks nonchalantly, “As for how, well it was a fun process.”

“That was months ago, Bucky he—,”

“He will survive, he has enough to get by just not as much as before. I had to plot everything, Doll. Took time but I figured I take his favourite thing.”

You take in his words, Bucky knows it is a risk admitting his actions, but he needed you to know. He wanted you to know he would take care of things for you, take care of you.

“Yeah, that book’s CEO has nothing on you.” You grin up at him, a part of you glad he did what he did. Bucky laughs, it echoes in the chambers of your heart. 

One Month Later.

Alpine tilts her head, blue eyes watching the red dot moves across the wall and then back. She leans back, her furry little tush shaking as the dot appears again this time moving from the bottom up. 

She leaps off of her perch bounding to the wall, her paws launch the attack and the switch flicks as her paw touches the red dot.

Bucky cheers in triumph, Alpine looks at him bewildered.

Bucky looks at you his smug smile illuminated by the lamp, “I told you so.” he gloats.

You peer at him from under the covers, “Yeah, yeah.” Your stuffy nose, prevents you from speaking clearly.

“Stupid allergy.” You grumble.

“I told you not to clean the room without a mask.” He shakes his head, despite knowing its just your nose blocked due to the dust, he checks for a fever. 

“I had a mask the stupid sting broke.” You huff, breathing through your mouth, you glare at the boxes that line the room.

“This puts us off of schedule, Bucky.” You shake your head, when he tries to reason with you.

“Doll, its okay, I know you wanted to set up, but health comes first okay? I know moving isn’t fun or anything.” He kisses your temple.

“I wanted everything nicely set up.” You sigh, turning to face him.

“Its okay though. We’ll have it set up before university starts.” He assures, you remain quiet, you wanted to set up the living room area with pictures you had framed. 

It was going to be a surprise along with tickets to the premiere of his favourite franchise’s latest movie, complete with an intimate talk scheduled with the makers and actors. Your teaching job turned out to be great, student reviews had your schedule become fuller and your salary increased that you were happy and not financially dependent on Bucky. 

When it was decided to move out of the old apartment he lived in to one which was in Brooklyn but closer to Stark Industries and Columbia. Bucky had decreed you would not be contributing to the rent, if you wanted to handle an aspect of the living situation it would be groceries, only after looking at your finances and helping you make better decisions did you realise you can manage them in a manner that left you with a good chunk of savings.

You reach for your phone, at least wanting him to be surprised by one thing.

“What is it?” Bucky questions as you hand him your phone, his eyes go over the email widening as he sits up excitedly.

“Oh my god.” He gazes at you wide eyed and happy, “how, when—,”

“Well I had savings and you were talking about it, Sam told me its there and that Steve and him got invited cause of their channel, I asked if they could get me in touch with the ticketing person—,” Your explanation is cut off as Bucky kisses you, the force of it throws you both down on the bed. You laugh into Bucky’s little grumble of ow when the phone presses into his side.

“I love you.” 

“I love you.”

You cup his cheek, sniffling lightly before he kisses you senseless again. His heart extremely contented to have you with him. 

A Month Ago.

You walked into the apartment with a solemn expression. Bucky felt his shoulders drop. His heart didn’t break, but he knew how much you were hoping to not have him be the one uprooting his life. 

You take in the little blanket fort with dinner he set up. Your warm eyes shifting to his blue. 

“Doll, it’s a celebratory dinner either way I get to stay here with you—,” His words cease on his tongue as you run towards him, his arm extended and you crash against him as he easily lifts you. It always takes you by surprise and a hint of turning you on at his strength. 

“I’m moving to New York City, so you can’t stay here.” You tell him, a wide grin and tears brimming from your eyes.

“You got in?” He reconfirms, you nod, his lips on yours.

You smile into the kiss, cupping his cheeks, holding your entire world between your hands. You desperately wanted to get into a University in New York City or somewhere close. You didn’t have much of a life here in this country, your mum was here, she had her own support system. Natasha was heading to Australia unless she got a better opportunity in USA. 

You knew your life with Bucky was there, he had helped you to learn to build something of your own and now you wanted to build a life with him. 

“I got in.” You repeat happily, Bucky places affectionate kisses all over your face. 

“I’m so so so proud of you.” He beams at you, placing you back down as your legs unwrap from his waist.

“I love you.” You tell him, still cupping his face, “I know you were ready to move, but, but my life isn’t here, not anymore, its is far away from all that held me back. With someone who helped me see my potential who taught me to harness it, you made me learn to be someone for myself Bucky. My future is with you, every step of it, from the apartment to the house we’ll make a home.” 

Bucky finds his eyes watering, blinking back tears, and his lips hurting from the wise smile on his face. He doesn’t know what to say, what to say to agree with you, because he thinks back to the small box in the pair of socks still hidden in his suitcase.

“I love you. I hope to keep being the man you need me to be.” He says instead, watching your eyes shower him with love, you hug him tightly. Pulling him into the same embrace and warmth that saved him in so many ways.

Twelve Months Later.

Bucky🌻: how did it go?

Doll🌸: i’M DONE WITH MY MASTERSS!  <GIF of Elle Woods saying we did it>

Bucky🌻: that’s my girl! i take it this exam went really good?

Doll🌸: extremely, you were right I was scared over nothing

Bucky🌻: i do tend to be right

Doll🌸: yes, yes, gloat

Bucky🌻: so we’re on for tonight right? that special live post mortem episode before Shane and Ryan go onto their own channel combined with your favourite blanket fort and blanket fort contractor?

Doll🌸: I’m so excited, it’s our first anniversary, i just feel butterflies all around me, but why are we going home? Is something wrong at the apartment? Did I leave the oven on?

Bucky winces, he knew this question would arise. He only hoped you would buy the lie.

Doll🌸: Bucky????

Bucky🌻: well you know that leaky faucet in the guest bath that drives you nuts? they had to take the tiles out and there is mould. Alpine is at Mum’s so while they work to get it out, we need to be out of their way, they’re planning to check the other rooms as well. No you did turn the oven off.

Doll🌸: did you contact the landlord? We aren’t paying this month’s rent.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head.

“She bought it?” Steve wonders and Sam cheers as Bucky nods.

Bucky🌻: I know its inconvenient-ish but the bathrooms work there and I’ve gotten the blanket fort supplies and my portable wifi.

Doll🌸: sometimes I feel you love that device more than me.

Bucky🌻: I love you two equally.

Doll🌸: You look at it as if you want to marry it 😂 one day i’ll wake up and see a diamond welded into the device.

His lips part, you’re going to re-read this conversation and really be baffled. 

Bucky🌻: Diamonds won’t suit it, they would however suit you.

Doll🌸: <insert meme of corgi dog giving a side eye glance> buttering me up won’t deny the fact you love that device.

Bucky🌻: i’m not denying nor am i confirming.

Doll🌸: on a serious note, Kate and I are going to grab a celebratory cookie, do you want any? Nat might be joining us, so I might just meet you directly at the house.

Bucky🌻: that’s alright, oh yes, a chocolate chip and red velvet one please. thats good, enjoy yourself, i’ll be waiting at the house for you.

Doll🌸: i’ll bring you two of each, you always want two but say one and then you get this little cute pout and it makes me want to kiss you. so forget the fact i’m getting two so i can kiss the pout.

Bucky🌻: just say you love kissing me

Doll🌸: i am not denying nor am i confirming 

Bucky🌻: you’re a little brat

Doll🌸: you love me

Bucky🌻: i do, i really, really do 

Bucky places his phone back in his pocket, turning to Sam and Steve who are arranging the lights across the ceiling. He is going all out, taking trinket moments from the one year of being your boyfriend and incorporating them in someway.

Tiramisu for homage to the first date, he bought in the teddy bear he won you from the carnival date, a sunflower and lily, the polaroid picture of you two meeting for the first time, the polaroid picture of both of you stuffing your faces with gyros and his favourite— the picture his mum took of the two of you during your first experience with snowfall in her backyard. 

The photos would stay hidden because the lights would be dimmed, Sam and Steve had let him borrow their vlogging camera and GoPros fully charged. None of them would be here, and he wanted to record the proposal, his palm began sweating again at the word. Kate and Nat sent him pictures of you, completely oblivious of what is to come.

He shoves away the nervous thought and moves to assist an arguing pair of Sam and Steve, over how to loop the lights effectively.

The way he set up the lights and blanket fort you can’t take your eyes off of any surface, he’s set up a small TV connected to his laptop set with the live video countdown. The little scrapbook you made of the memories fails in comparison to his set up.

Maybe Nat’s lingerie idea was good, though the stupid lace pokes you if you sit a certain way. 

“Bucky this is beautiful!” You hug him tightly, he smiles. resting his cheek on your head.

“Only the best for you.” He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead as you both part.

“Happy Anniversary Doll.” He strokes your cheek.

“Happy Anniversary Bucky.” You beam up at him, leaning into his touch.

He leans down, capturing your lips with his, he hums at the taste of you. Almost losing himself and wanting to take you apart right then and there.

Your wandering hands were breaking his resolve, he manages to pull away.

“In due time, first food and look, in thirty seconds they are starting!” He points to the screen. Bucky leads you to the plush mattress pushes against the wall and the blankets making a fort the lights add harmony and you just feel surrounded by Bucky and the one year you have spent together.

The plates are set up, take out boxes and cutlery in place. 

“Hey everyone, today is a special live episode from your ghoul boys.” Ryan smiles as the episode begins.

“Better not say something stupid.” Shane adds,

“You’re the one I’m worried about.” Ryan rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Well let’s head onto gramtown then, pick a question any question!” Shane grins as they both begin scrolling.

“Damn, I forgot the drinks,” Bucky stands and moves towards the kitchen you, grab his arm.

“Hey no its okay—,”

“I feel parched, I’ll be a second.” Bucky goes to the kitchen you turn back to the screen.

“Ah, here’s one from @/mario_kart_connoisseur, they say ‘if you had to exchange places with an anomaly you’ve explored who would it be and why?’” Ryan reads, and taps his chin pondering.

“Bucky? This is a good question…” You laugh a little at Shane’s expression. 

“I hear it, I think he’ll say Mothman?” Bucky calls out, looking down at the ring in the box, taking deep breaths. 

“I’m going to say Mothman? he’s a cool, funky dude also flying would be cool? Plus his merch is badass.” Shane offers, Ryan raises a brow. 

You laugh, “You were right.” 

“Honestly I expected you to say big-foot. Or the Goatsman.” Ryan shakes his head.

“Why would I pick the latter? I already have his bridge.” Shane shakes his head to say as if, and that Ryan should keep up.

“Bucky? Do you need help?” You ask looking towards the kitchen as he comes out with a tray holding the cans, the ring box in his pocket.

“I got it, sorry,” he places it downward you take it from his hand to allow him to sit.

“Well I think I would pick Big-Foot you know? Nice wilderness, calming streams, one with the earth, people never taking a good picture of me, ya know the usual?” Ryan glares at Shane.

“Oh come on it is meme material.” Shane defends.

“Shoot, forgot the ice.” Bucky tsks quickly going to the kitchen again but this time he carefully places the camera on the floor, making sure you aren’t looking this way, where it will be able to capture the two of you, the GoPro already recording everything on the opposite end.

“And our next question is from @/b.barnes, he asks,” Shane narrows his eyes and turns his phone to Ryan, your eyes narrow confused.

“Bucky they are looking at your question?” 

“Oh? I forgot what i sent?” He calls out, from the kitchen.

“I think it is appropriate for Live.” Ryan shrugs, “Read it line by line?”

“Sure,” Shane clears his throat and you observe Bucky stand holding the ice bowl facing the screen.

“‘So my girlfriend and I actually met because of your show, she replied to a comment I had made so i want to ask you to ask her something, it would be our first anniversary,’” Shane reads, Ryan smiles taking the phone.

Your jaw is on the floor your eyes not leaving the screen.

“‘Could you please ask her to look to the left? After that I’ll do the rest. Thank you.’” Ryan looks at the camera as does Shane.

“James I hope she is looking,” Ryan seems hopeful,

“Y/N why are you looking at the screen look at James!” Shane emphasises using his hands to motion to the left.

The video cuts off and the starlights brighten, you look at Bucky and he is down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his palm. Your hand flies to your mouth as you scramble to stand, tears already pooling at your eyes, you blink them back.

“A year, three months and five days ago you came into my life, one small comment from you and a little bit of me trying to know if I could zoom in on the picture of your profile, you were in my dreams that night, ever since then I’ve strived to make you my reality,” Bucky’s voice cracks, eyes tearing up, “Everyday with you is beautiful, be it laughing or when we argue, I’ve seen hell, I’ve lived in hell, even when there was distance between us I found myself in heaven. I found my home in you, i have loved you with all of me,” Bucky gives you a watery smile and inhales deeply before continuing,

“I bought this ring the day I shopped with your mom for your earrings. However, I knew the day I bought you your first bouquet of flowers that one day I’d be down on one knee for you, and here I am,  so my sweet, sweet Doll, will you give me the absolute honour of being your husband? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?”

You can’t stop the tears, as you cross the short distance, kneeling in front of him. You wipe at his tears, they keep coming as do yours, your heart hammering so loud you wonder if Bucky can hear it.

Bucky gulps, his heart in his throat, then you smile, nod, and whisper, “Yes,”

“Yes,” You say louder, “A thousand times yes.” Your arms wrap around his neck, his moves around your waist, as your lips meet his, the kiss is soft so reminiscent of your first one shared. 

Bucky pulls away, slowly. 

“Hold the box? Wanna do this right.” He requests, as you hold the box in your right hand, he retrieves the ring from its place and you offer your left hand. The ring moves into place, fitting perfectly, the diamonds reflecting the starlights. 

Bucky takes your hand in his, placing a kiss to your palm and over your knuckles. He looks up at you a giddy, ecstatic grin on his features, you can’t help but mimic it.

“I love you.” you say, leaning towards him, your ring glad hand on his chest.

“I love you.” he says, leaning in, as your lips meet once again.

A.N: i honestly, it has not hit me that this fic is over, maybe after a day or two it will, i want to thank all of you for reading and coming along the journey of doll and bucky over these fifteen chapters. thank you for your sweet comments, reblogs and love, thank you for giving my fic a chance to be with you, to maybe provide comfort, provide a distraction or anything that this fic was or is for you.

i want to remind you that i will be open to writing more for this pairing more so one shots or drabbles about different moments, you can send in requests and i may come up with a few concepts but it will be a while before i post anything, i do have another bucky fic lined up might post about it in a week? idk.

A big hug from me and forehead kisses to all of you, thank you for everything you have provided to me by showing my story so much of love and care, i am so thankful.

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[wishmaker1028]

Farewell to You, ch 10

A few weeks later, the party went off without a problem. Everyone gave Ash their congratulations. Even all of the population of Pallet Town, for representing them for so long. Ash thanked them all, clearing his throat. It was time for the toast. Everyone raised their glass, looking at their new world champion.

He smiled at the group as he addressed, "Thank you all for always believing in me. Even though I had made so many questionable moves."

Iris teased, "No kidding! You are such a kid!"

Everyone laughed. Cilan smiled at his girlfriend.

He pointed out, teasingly, "You're still younger than me!" Iris wanted to retort back but decided not to. She wanted to let Ash continue his speech. So that's what he did. He continued, "First, of course, I wanted to thank all of my Pokemon for always being there for me. The ones that are here. And the ones that aren't..." Ash got sad for a moment and cleared his throat. He added, "Anyways, I wanted to thank my Mom, all of my friends, and my rivals. For pushing me in the right direction."

Delia smiled at her son proudly. He had come a long way since he first got a Pikachu that wouldn't listen to a word he said. Now the two were very close friends. She thought, 'Oh David, if you could see your son now. You wouldn't see a very stubborn boy. He's become much more than that. He's become a man. And hopefully, Misty can join our family soon.'

As soon as Ash saw his mom start to cry, he thought of his dad. He had a feeling, and Delia did too, that David would've been very proud of his boy. He thought, sniffling, 'I knew that I'd make it someday. And who would've predicted my start, though...'

Gary saw that Ash was also on the verge of tears and decided to change the subject. He winked at Ash, "Someone has to Ashy-boy."

With that, Ash snapped out of his sadness. That's when everyone laughed again.

Ash took Misty's hand, "And most importantly, I want to thank you. For pulling out of the river out of those years ago and beyond."

Misty had tears in her eyes as she laced their fingers together, "Oh Ash..."

Ash gave her a kiss, one which Misty happily returned. Misty held him close. Ash did the same thing.

"Pi pika chu!" Pikachu said, giving off its victory pose.

"Piplup!" Piplup said.

Dawn stated, "All's well that ends well."

Ash and Misty broke out their kiss, still holding hands. Togetic was happy for her Mama. Pikachu was happy for them too.

Lily teased, "So when's, like, the wedding?"

To that, Ash and Misty both blushed. "We're not getting married yet!"

Violet rolled her eyes jokingly, "Oh great, now they're gonna deny when they are tying the knot now."

Max laughed, "Just when we thought it was going to get easier."

Molly blinked, "It never gets easier. Does it?"

Max just shrugged.

May asked, "So what's the plan for the future?"

Drew flicked his hair out of his face, "It doesn't matter, as long as we all together."

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Years later, Ash and Misty were finally married. They had a beautiful 3 year old named Trina. She had short raven hair and chocolate brown eyes. Misty was pregnant with their second child, a son. Paul and Ranee had a handsome 3 year old named Justin. He had short brown hair and green eyes.

Pikachu had settled down with Buneary. Dawn was married to Kenny but they decided against children. Drew and May had two children: Matthew and Katie. Matthew looked like his mother with brown hair and green eyes. Katie looked like her father with green hair and blue eyes. Matthew was 4 years old and Katie was 2 years old. Todd and Zoey were also married but they didn't have any children yet.

Brock and Lucy were married too. They had only one child: Fester. He had light brown skin and Brock's eyes. He is 4 years old. Solidad and Harley were engaged. James and Jessie were married. They were expecting a daughter. Tracey and Daisy were married but they didn't have any children. Max and Molly were traveling around together, dating. Bonnie hadn't found anyone yet, nor did Mahri. Rudy and Melody were married too.

Goh and Chloe were engaged. Barry and Bianca were married and were expecting a son. Clemont and Serena were also engaged. Kiawe and Olivia were married. Looker and Anabel were married but they had no children. Ritchie and Duplica were married and had one daughter: Amy. Amy has brown hair and hazel eyes. She is 3 years old.

Lance and Prima were married. Gary and Erika were married and they were expecting a daughter. Professor Oak had passed away a bit after Gary and Erika were married. Steven and Cynthia were engaged. Steven had lost his father way before the events years ago. Yoni was still in jail and Lawrence was on a very tight parole. Reggie and Maylene were married.

Brandon and Luka were engaged. Violet and Lily were still single too but they were okay with that. Delia had come over earlier that day to spend time with her grandchild. Delia had gray hair now but other than that she had not changed all that much. She was chatting with Misty as Trina was having a nap. Ash didn't know what was going to happen next but at least he had his family.

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Wishmaker1028: There we have it! The end of Farewell to You! I really enjoyed working on this fanfiction. I originally wanted to have a moment where Team Rocket decided to let go of Lugia (2,000) like they did in the movie. Ash  and Pikachu are complete tears as they watch them drop down to the ocean yet again. But it didn't make much sense for this to happen again since they didn't have to do that (in this story) so I scratched it. I wanted to share that. I am going to miss these characters and I hope you all have enjoyed this fanfiction. Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

[notcorson27]

Jealousy, Jealousy

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“I think it’s a good idea.” Sam said ask Kenzie shook her head no.

“Mom and dad will certainly know that we threw a party and we both will get banned from coming to the lake house.” Sam and Kenzies parents had left their lake house in the hands of the two for a weekend and Sam really wanted to throw a party.

“Of course you would object Kenzie. You don’t like parties.” Sam grumbled which make Kenzie shrug her shoulders.

He wasn’t wrong, Kenzie hated parties. The loud music, drunk idiots, sweaty bodies, she didn’t like any of it.

“What’s going on here?” Colby said as he walked into the room. Instantly Kenzie’s eyes went to him. Colby Brock has been Sam’s best friend for as long as she could remember. For as long as she could remember Colby could hardly stand her, and for as long as she could remember she had a biggest crush on Colby.

No matter how rude or unkind he was she still liked him. No matter how hard she tried to make the feelings go away they always made themselves known.

“Kenzie is trying to convince me out of throwing a party.” Sam said, his voice laced with annoyance. Colby’s eyes snapped to the girl before he rolled his eyes.

“Come on Kenz, loosen up a little. You’re 21 now.” Colby said sitting down next to Sam. As much as Colby will always say he despises her, Kenzie has never heard him call her anything but Kenz.

“They are unsafe and gross Colby.” She replied with an eye roll of her own.

“You act like Sam or I… Sam will let anything happen to you.” He said with a simple shrug. Kenzie noticed how he tried to brush off him saying I however that seemed to be about the only word she stuck on to.

“I-I fine whatever.” Kenzie mumbled before standing up. Sam’s face lit up with joy as he turned to his best friend and told him to start sending invites.

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Kenzie didn’t quite know what came over her when she chose her outfit for the party. She never wore any sort of revealing dress but when her fingers touched the fabric I’m the back of the closet she felt compelled to put it on.

The tight black fabric hugged her body like a glove, showing off the curves she normally refused to show. The lace detailing on the cups is what sold her on the dress. She honestly forgot that she had bought it. Her best friend Hailey urged her to buy it for a case like this. She was thankful she listened.

“You are NOT wearing that!” Sam exclaimed as Kenzie walked down stairs. Kenzie rolled her eyes before walking further into the room.

“You can’t stop me Sam.” She replied snatching a seat on the couch. Sam mumbled something along the lines of ‘tonight isn’t going to be easy’ under his breath before sitting down next to her.

People began showing up slowly at first and then before she knew it their lake house was filled with drunk friends of Sam’s. All of his friends but the one she was wanting to see the most.

She tried to avoid people at the party but as soon as her friend Hailey showed up and convinced her to take her first drink of the night, it was like a flip inside of her had switched.

Kenzie always had been this way when she drank alcohol. She hated it at first but as soon as took a drink the switch was flipped and she was a whole new person.

Kenzie always hated parties but drinking with her friends was a completely different thing. Drinking with her friends was something she did often in high school and college but even more now.

“Let’s dance!” Hailey yelled to Kenzie who was already swaying her hips to the music. Hailey pulled Kenzie through the crowd and into the living room where the most dancing was.

The more sips of alcohol she took the more free she felt. She danced with her best friend, a large smile never leaving her lips. She was having fun at a party which is something she never thought that she would admit.

That was until she looked to the corner of the room and saw Colby. Well Colby’s back. Hands were in his hair as he made out with a girl against the rail of the stair case. A sharp pain shot through her chest as she witnessed the scene.

Hailey was quick to notice what happened and stepped in front of the girl and passed a new drink.

“Fuck him girl. If he can’t see how great you are then that’s his loss. Now drink up, there’s lots of attractive guys here.” She said tapping the drink in Kenzies hand. Without a thought Kenzie downed the drink and turned away from Colby and the girl.

“Time to party.” She said just loud enough for Hailey to hear which made her cheer.

Kenzie danced in a way she told herself she never would, the alcohol was making her confident. She swayed her hips to the music and laughed more than ever with Hailey. The alcohol taking over her senses.

She slowly felt hands snaking their way around her waist and at first she froze but a big thumbs up from Hailey and a peek at the guy was enough to make her keep dancing.

Jake Webber, another really good friend of Sam and Colby’s stood behind her, a large smile on his face.

“Are you having fun!” Kenzie slurred as they moved in sync to the music.

“Always! Sam always throws the best parties.” He said before spinning the girl around so they were facing each other.

She could feel eyes on her as she danced with Jake but she chose to ignore it.

“Hey I’m kind of thirsty. I’m going to go get a new drink.” Kenzie said with a smile. Jake matched her smile before letting his hands drop from her waist.

“Dance again when you are back?” He asked, while reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A slight blush took over her cheeks as she nodded.

When Kenzie got to the kitchen it was surprisingly empty. She had expected at least some people to be in here.

She reached forward to grab a drink off the counter before a voice interrupted her.

“Jake Webber really?” Kenzie turned towards Colby who stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She felt his eyes drop toward her chest before slowly making their way down her body. Every part of her felt on fire under his gaze.

“He’s nice.” She said trying to shrug off her feelings.

“He’s just trying to get in your pants.” Colby said calmly. A lump began to form in her throat before she swallowed it.

“H-how do you know that?” She said unsteadily. Colby smirked at her.

“He’s been slowly riding your dress up all night. Anyone drunk or sober could see what his intentions are.” His words were like daggers shooting at her.

Then it was like her switch came back on and her confidence was back.

“So what if he is? Maybe I want to sleep with him too?” Colby’s smirk was wiped off his face and you could see something flash in his eyes.

“Don’t dance with him anymore tonight Kenz.” He started before walking closer towards her. Every step he took forward she took one back, until her back hit the back of the counter.

Colby pressed himself tightly against the girl before grabbing onto her chin making sure she was looking right at him.

“And don’t you dare fuck him.” He whispered harshly. Kenzies breath came out in pants as she stared at him.

She watched as his eyes trailed down to her lips. Everything in her wanted him to kiss her but before she knew it he let go of her chin backed up.

Out of a fit of anger and humiliation she stared straight at Colby, knowing what she was going to say next would add fuel to the flame.

“Watch me.” She said before walking around him and out of the kitchen.

It didn’t take her long to find Jake in the crowd of people. He was talking with a few of his buddies, those who he shewed off when she walked up to him.

It was like no time had passed and the two instantly began dancing once again as a new song came on. Jakes hands snaked around her waist as she grinded against him.

She knew Colby was watching, she could feel the heat of his gaze. So when she looked up it didn’t surprise her that she instantly locked eyes with him… and he was seething.

Anger swam around in his eyes along with something Kenzie had never seen in him before. Jealousy.

Kenzie looked away for what felt like a split second before she was pulled away from Jake and was being pulled through the crowd of people. She instantly recognized the mop of black hair.

Colby shoved her into her room at the lake house before turning around and locking the door behind him.

Colby stood facing the door for what felt like an eternity before he turned and faced Kenzie. The room was silent besides of their heavy breathing.

“You’re so fucking infuriating.” Colby snapped at her. She went to speak but before she could say anything Colby closed the distance and smashed his lips onto hers.

“I think you were jealous. If you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked” Kenzie panted after he pulled away, a small smile on her lips. He smirked down at her and pressed his lips to hers once more.

“Just shut up Kenz.” He said before kissing her once again.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Biker au

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 11

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Banging on her door distracted Star and Bucky before she could respond.

Star hurried to answer the door and was almost run over by Tony and Steve who started talking over each other

"Turn the tv on, any news channel, you have to see this"

"Holy shit this is the best thing ever"

"Friday, turn the tv on any news show."

Star and Bucky just stood there staring until she spoke up "What the hell is going on here?"

Tony smiled at her and nodded towards the tv "Check this out."

The news anchor was talking about a storm in the Caribbean when the co anchor took over and the picture of the entrance of Stark tower went from a small box in the corner to full screen

"This is footage from outside of Stark tower in Manhattan earlier this evening. New congressman John Walker is being walked out of the building in handcuffs. While no one has confirmed why, insiders say it is probably related to the recent drug overdose of his wife of 3 years, Heiress Y/N Pierce. She was saved by a dose of narcan administered by an EMT and was released from the hospital yesterday. She is reported to be staying with Tony and Pepper Stark while she completes outpatient rehab.

Regardless of whatever the facts end up being, this isn't a good look for Walker who is rumoured to have his eyes on a Senate seat. Especially when added to the rumours that he has already been served divorce papers.

We'll be reporting on this story as it updates."

Star looked at Bucky blankly, unable to form any words for a moment. Bucky squeezed her hands and brought her back "Wow. I really didn't expect all-" her phone rang and she stopped speaking to find it. She answered it on the 3rd ring and didn't even get to say anything before the caller started speaking hurriedly at her. She just listened and hummed in answer to the barrage of questions.

When the caller finally stopped speaking Star barked out harshly "Where did you get this number? This is a private number. If you need to contact me you can call the main number for Stark Tower and leave a message." she angrily hung up the phone before answering the question on everyone's face "Reporter asking about the divorce and John's arrest."

Tony looked annoyed "They shouldn't have been able to get your number unless John or one of his people gave it out."

She shook her head "It wouldn't surprise me if he leaked it. Anything to make my life more difficult. That's kinda his thing."

Bucky growled "I could fucking k-"

Star cut him off "Nope. We're not going there. I'm not letting you get into trouble over me." She lowered her voice "I'm not worth it."

But Bucky heard her "No doll, you are worth everything. That's what I've been trying to tell you. Star, you mean everything to me and I'm so sorry I messed it all up." He gently reached out to touch her cheek, she closed her eyes, leaned into his touch and he saw a tear fall.

Star shook her head "You didn't mess anything up, my father didn't give you much choice. If you hadn't accepted his offer he would have sent Brock to take care of you. I heard them talking about it at my wedding. They expected you to show up and disrupt everything. My dad said he hoped you would so he could take care of you once and for all. That's when I realized it was hopeless, even if you tried to save me it wouldn't have worked."

She jumped when her phone rang again, another unknown number. She sighed and answered it only to be assailed with questions.

Tony looked at her and put his hand out so she handed him her phone. He just hung it up and turned it off. "This isn't going to work. I'll get the number changed and bring it back later. I'll have Jeri contact John's office and advise them to use the main number here to contact you."

Tony's phone rang and Star jumped again, Bucky rubbed her back to soothe her.

Tony answered and spoke in short, terse sentences before hanging up quickly with a sigh.

He looked sadly at Star. "The story is out and everyone wants to talk to you. There's a mob of press in the lobby so it looks like you're staying in for the night." He looked at Steve and Bucky, "you're both welcome to stay too. I can have rooms prepared for you."

Steve shook his head, "I need to get back to Peggy. My bike is in your parking garage so hopefully I can get past the press."

He looked over at his friend "Buck?"

Bucky looked at Star hopefully "It's up to you, doll. I'm here if you need me or I can go if you need space."

Star looked at him with wide eyes "Are you sure? I don't want to be alone but I don't know.." She trailed off.

Bucky pulled her close "I'm positive Star. Whatever you need, I'll do."

She melted into him, his warmth and scent taking her back to happier days. He gave her hope that just maybe her nightmare with John was almost over and better times were on the horizon.

Tony and Steve quietly excused themselves and a short while later Star and Bucky separated, both of them smiling and hoping the other couldn't tell their faces heated up, and then ate their dinner.

"Do you want to see if there's any more news or find something funny to watch?"

She giggled "I don't know, watching John doing a perp walk and listening to the speculation about why and the divorce is pretty damn funny"

Buckys grin grew at the sound of her laugh and he knew he would do anything for her. He wished he could touch her how he used to but knew it would take time, for her to heal from John and for her to trust him again. He promised himself that he would be here for her no matter what.

Star went to get ready for bed and came out of the bathroom in a long shirt and sleep shorts then climbed into the big bed before patting the spot next to her for Bucky to sit.

He looked at her concerned "Are you sure? I can sit over here" he gestured at the chair in the corner but Star just rolled her eyes and listed the blanket up for him to climb under.

Bucky grinned and shrugged "Who am I to question my Star?" and cuddled up next to her.

They stayed up late talking like they used to. Bucky told her stories of the drama from going to school and living with his three closest friends. Star listened and smiled but every time he tried to ask her about the time they were apart she changed the subject or asked him questions to distract him. There wasn't much worth discussing outside of the abuse from her father and John and she'd rather not talk about that anymore than necessary.

They both finally fell asleep as the sun was coming up, wrapped up in each other.

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They were woken up by the disembodied voice that Star was trying to get used to. "Ms Pierce? Mr Stark has invited you and Sargent Barnes to join him for brunch in an hour. Shall I tell him you will be there?"

Star tried to sit up but Bucky growled and made her laugh "Yes, Friday, we'll be there."

She poked Bucky in the ribs and he opened one eye and stared at her until she went to poke him again and he snapped at her finger then grabbed her arm and pulled her flush against his chest. After taking a deep breath of her he shook his head "Nope. Staying here."

She giggled "come on Jamie, Tony Stark has invited us for brunch" she didn't notice that Jamie slipped out but he wasn't going to tell her and simply basked in the glow of their slowly rekindling relationship.

When they made it to Tony's dining room they saw Tony, Pepper and Morgan.

"Star, Barnes come in and have a seat. Fill up a plate, drink mimosas."

Star went to sit next to Pepper, talking to Morgan in her high chair. Bucky sat next to her, a soft look on his face as he watched Star play with the baby.

Tony sat down "I wanted to let you know I was able to talk to one of the judges that handles divorce and family law and he's willing to meet with you in his chambers. There you can try to convince John to just settle and walk away before you release the particulars of your marriage and it's end. Hopefully sitting before a judge will make him realize how serious this all is." He explained. "Plus you'll have credible witnesses to John's crapulance."

Tony looked at Bucky and sighed "You won't like this but I think Barnes should sit the divorce mess out. You don't want John trying to throw out some fidelity issues."

Bucky started to protest "I don't want her facing him alone, she-"

Tony cleared his throat "I know, I know and I will send Happy and Rhodey with her. They will keep her safe from John or any of his people."

Bucky scowled at Tony but conceded and squeezed Stars hand, trying to assure her everything will be ok.

Star nodded "Will that even work? He knows that he's already facing charges for his last round of abuse and ordering Brock and Jack to discipline and kill me."

Tony nodded "Maybe. He might think he has a chance to get out of those charges and keep his job but an illegitimate kid? Conservatives aren't attached enough to him to overlook cheating so without your money, he'll be too broke to fund his next campaign like your father paid for his last which puts him out of a job."

Star thought for a minute while chewing on a piece of bacon, then shrugged. "I'll have to trust you Tony, I don't know anything about all this mess."

Tony smiled at her "Well you know I have to do what I can or your biker friends might cause me some trouble" and winked.

Star laughed and shouldered Bucky "I've been told that they are troublemakers." She took a deep breath "So when is this appointment?"

"Tuesday, 10am. It's already coordinated with your attorneys so all you need to do is wear something nice and stand your ground."

Star nodded "I know, he's a bully. He will try to intimidate me. I'm not letting him do that anymore."

Pepper spoke up "So Y/N we should find some nice court outfits for you. I can have some sent over for you to try on. Accessories too. Once you are past this divorce mess we will have to have a girls day out, brunch, shopping, beauty treatments, a play. The works. For now we will have them brought to you."

Star felt herself start to choke up and wondered when she would stop feeling overwhelmed by others kindness "Thank you, Pepper."

Tony looked at his watch "Alright Barnes, we have business to work on. Your partners should be here soon."

Bucky looked at Star "You'll be alright here without me?"

She nodded with a smile and he gave her a kiss on the cheek and followed Tony out of the room.

Pepper looked at her excited "Business has kept me so busy I haven't had time for pampering and you know how hard it is to make real friends in our world. I think you might need a friend as badly as I do.

Let me make a few calls to get things started."

Pepper left her to finish her food and returned 15 minutes later. "They're on their way, let's go to the wardrobe and get comfortable.

They spent the morning drinking mimosas and trying on an endless stream of clothes. By the time they were done both were more than half drunk and had put together 2 weeks worth of court appropriate ensembles.

"I don't know, Pep. Do you think I'll need this many outfits?"

Pepper nodded and giggled "If you don't need them for court they'll be good for the talk shows and book signings."

Star shook her head "Book signings and talk shows? What are you talking about?"

Pepper giggled again "After you write your book. I think people would love to read your story."

Star shook her head "Because people love dirty laundry, especially when it proves that the rich and famous are as fucked up as everyone else."

"But Star, you could use any profits for your work at your stable."

"Lets not get ahead of ourselves. Divorce and John's criminal BS because I know he won't settle. Thats all I can handle right now."

While they were getting their mani-pedi Pepper kept gossiping like a teenager. "What about you and Bucky?"

Stars head snapped up "What about what? I definitely can't think about that right now. I'm still recovering from John and not ready to jump into another relationship right now. He's being a good friend, thats all I can deal with right now."

Pepper frowned "But its so obvious you two still love each other."

Star took a breath "I don't know what we feel. If we are going to have something again it will have to wait till I can heal."

Pepper nodded "I don't think he's going anywhere unless you tell him to. I'll let it go as long as you remember that Tony and I are here for you."

Star smiled "Thanks, Pep."

When they were done, Star was exhausted and went back to her room to lay down. She couldn't get Bucky out of her mind and when she finally did fall asleep he haunted her dreams.

Chapter 12

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[passionatepinkkittynew]

For Frockism Month 2023 by @erin-the-epic

The essence of art: of all Alan's friends, only one remained his friend.

I once had a little behind-the-scenes story in my head that continues Master Frown's flashback.

In it, the future lord runs away in disgrace away from the place of the holiday. Brock asked him not to leave, but in a fit of emotion, the boy slapped the small tombstone on his hand so that he would get behind him. Then a second squad of firefighters arrived behind them and they began to extinguish the fire. Alan was far away from this place by that time, he was crying, he did not understand why he, why the holiday dedicated to him, was ruined in the most terrible way. "It would be better if no one ever celebrated Birthdays at all!" – he thought, but his uncle the fireman came up to him and took him to the address the boy said in Frowntown. By that time, his mother and grandmother were not at home, but he could let himself cry even more into his pillow. So he fell asleep and was only woken up by his mother, who was scared when she saw her child with wet eyes. Alan lied that his friends had never been friends to him and they ruined his holiday, especially Brock, whose gift decided to break. The mother comforted her child and hugged him so that he would not cry and hate himself. "No one but you and Grandma will celebrate my birthday," he said, calming down and eating the cake. Unfortunately, he has grown out of the age when he can make any wish for a Birthday Candle.

Small Brock, fortunately, was able to save some things, including food, drinks, dad and a lollipop that crashed, however, he wanted to help Alan, but he yelled at him and ran away, which is why Brock realized and called Mama Brock to find out what to do, but the Ambulance arrived exactly like the second fire brigade outfit. Brock wanted to go to a friend, but he felt that he was very ill and he did not want to be approached until he calmed down, so he and his mother calmly waited at the door of the ward where his father was lying. When they were let in, Brock served the surviving food from the holiday and asked a lot about the leg. He was told that there was a high probability of becoming disabled, even despite his strong skin. Brock's mom also found out about Brock's problem and asked how to help him. She suggested to him that she should visit him, knock on the door and give him that gift again. Brock just remembered about the lollipop, parts of which he keeps in a bag, and he decided to "fix" it. Brock thought that he would eat him like this – with a plaster, superglue and decorated with a bow, but he would be glad to the depths of his soul.

Two or three days passed after the incident, the summer holidays continued, and Brock was thinking about what to do. He knocked all sorts of different things so that he would open the door for him. Alan was eating ice cream from a jar at that time and watching Beauty and the Beast (or some other cartoon, for example), but the knock on the door got him, so he went to the door and asked who was welcome. Brock happily replied, hiding behind his back a gift wrapped in gift paper again. Alan saw him, asked him with displeasure why he had come and why he had not done it before, to which Brock loudly explained that he had reasons for that, and did not want to interfere with throwing out emotions to another person. He said that his father could become disabled, he is now in the hospital of the Unikingdom, but Brock also said that he wanted to help him even earlier, but Alan refused him, so it happened, but Brock is not here empty-handed now. Alan was surprised that it was the SAME LOLLIPOP! True, not in the best condition, but it was the most sincere gift of all. Alan's tears of joy flowed, he hugged Brock and said, sobbing: "No one except mom, grandma and you will celebrate my Birthday." – to which Brock hugged him back and asked him not to cry. So the mood of both rose and they decided to do something. For example, to watch a cartoon. Frown decided to show Brock his favorite cartoon again, and later put the lollipop in the box he had drawn.

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Oh god fuck ok now we gotta talk about Brock Boeser & his breeding kink because I am wkdjgolakdbd 🥵

- breeding kink Brock who is just a little bit clueless but very in love

- breeding kink Brock who doesn’t really care about wether he’s wearing a condom or not

- breeding kink Brock who just does whatever you tell him too because it feels good for him either way

- breeding kink Brock who likes to make you come and come and come 

- breeding kink Brock who won’t stop until you’re falling apart under him

- breeding kink Brock who doesn’t even realise when you moan for him to come inside, too wrapped up in his own pleasure

- breeding kink Brock who, let’s be honest, could be told “I want you to fill me up until I’m carrying your babies” and wouldn’t think twice about it because it vaguely sounds like dirty talk so it just doesn’t register to him

- breeding kink Brock who would absolutely loose his mind if you brought up the idea of breeding (or babies) once he realizes

- breeding kink Brock who still only thinks it’s a great idea and is weirdly enthusiastic even though he just thinks it’s because he can’t wait to be a dad

- breeding kink Brock who has no problem filling you up at every chance he gets

- breeding kink Brock who tells the boys you’re trying for a baby with a big smile excited to see their reactions and curious to see if they have any tips

- breeding kink Brock who still doesn’t realise that maybe he has a breeding kink until he already got you pregnant

- breeding kink Brock who nearly faints when you tell him you’re expecting

- breeding kink Brock who’s a total softie even though you’re not even showing yet

- breeding kink Brock who goes a little crazy over the fact that you want to have kids with him and even more after you tell him the good news but crazy in the best way

- breeding kink Brock who tries to make the pregnancy as easy as possible for you because if it’s a nice experience you might want more kids and he wants to keep you pregnant for as long as you let him

- breeding kink Brock who goes overboard with chores and faking care of you and hockey and ends up pretty exhausted

- breeding kink Brock who holds you close and touches your growing belly to relax

- breeding kink Brock who talks to the baby every day, telling them about his day and about how loved they will be

- breeding kink Brock who is so excited to be a dad and for you to be a mom and just can’t wait 

- breeding kink Brock who is going to be a total dilf

- breeding kink Brock who gets the manliest sling he can find to wear the baby around so he can take them with him when he walks the dogs

- breeding kink Brock who hates the thought of letting his teammates, even those with kids of their own, babysit but who can’t refuse the thought of a night alone with just the two of you

- breeding kink Brock who gets you pregnant again in the wink of an eye without even trying

- breeding kink Brock who loves to see your little family grow and already wants to discuss the next potential baby after this one

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Secrets chapter 1: The Day We Met part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1116 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it.

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Prologue.

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𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒯𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜, 𝒥𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃

 Kath opened her eyes lazily. Any normal student would go on Saturdays to the activities of their respective clubs, but for some reason, No, she knew the reasons why she had not been able to be in any of the school clubs. But what actually woke her up that morning was the noise that was heard on the lower floor.

She got up and wash her face, then went back to her bedroom to get dressed, and slowly went downstairs she couldn't stay in her bedroom all day anyway, also she was hungry.

The first thing she found when she got off and entered the kitchen was a young man she didn't know, but seeing the clothes she was wearing, she assumed she worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. and that he probably was one of the agents on her father's team.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You finally woke up," Nozomu said. "He's Brock Rumlow, one of the agents under my command; the other one who's eating breakfast is Jack Rollins."

"Why did you bring them? You have never brought work home," Kath whispered.

"The mission took a slightly different course, but it was successful."

"Different? Does mom know about this?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She didn't think her mother would be amused that her dad had brought "work" home.

"Sure, she was the one who made breakfast."

"Okay," Kath replied unconvincedly, turned around and saw Brock. "Is my dad too harsh on his team?" she asked Brock.

Brock had slowly turned around when he heard the voice, he hadn't even been able to answer when he saw her, it was the second time in his life that he felt something similar, he was completely enraptured; while Kath couldn't take her eyes off Brock either.

"Rumlow?"

"Huh?"

"Kath asked you a question."

The young woman let out a small, teasing giggle, although she had found some interesting things in his mind. At least sometimes it was fun to see what was in other people's heads.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked you if my dad is too harsh as an instructor or whatever he does."

Brock smiled nervously. He didn't know he had to answer. Meanwhile, Jack tried not to laugh.

Somehow, Brock got Kath's mobile phone number, and they started talking more. He even knew she was a mutant.

She was beginning to feel something "weird," very different from what she once felt about Johnny. If Wanda, Saori, or Nico were there, she could talk to them and know what was going on. She wasn't quite sure what to say to her teacher, Agatha, either... She missed her best friends! She didn't know exactly what she felt, but she was aware that it was completely different from what she had come to feel in the past.

ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

 Kathleen did some doodles in her notebook. The classes at the Academy were somewhat boring for her, but perhaps the reason for this is that she read all the procedures as well as the protocols and what she must have known to be an agent in the books and files that her parents had at home since she was a child. However, even if she didn't know, she couldn't pay attention since the noise in her classmates' minds was very annoying. The worst thing is that she knew exactly what they thought of her. Somehow, they learned that she was a mutant.

Kath was the only one who was in the dining room. The others always avoided her, except Cameron. Although they did not bother him, usually the others excluded him. Maybe it was because the boy had always behaved in a very shy way. Regardless, she was happy to be able to consider him a friend.

Kath checked her mobile phone when she arrived, she had a couple of text messages from Brock, he thought she was going to college; she still hadn't told him anything about the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, she wanted it to be a surprise.

However, the one who got a big surprise was her; the following weekend, while having breakfast with her parents, she received a piece of news.

"Next month, you will have your first mission as an agent," the man said.

Kath took her eyes off her breakfast and looked at him as if her father had spoken to her in a language she didn't understand. "My first mission?  But I'm still at the Academy... " she didn't finish the sentence, realizing the reasons, she smiled, "Okay, I guess I won't be going alone or with any of you."

She knew that Fury had intervened; the good thing was that she would probably have more free time and finally tell Brock the truth, as long as the mission was a success.

In their free time, they would go out; he would show her around the city, or so she thought. Maybe she had lived in another country since she was little, but she did know the city and other parts of the United States because she went to visit her grandparents. She actually liked Brock thinking that; she also liked spending time with him.

Kathleen was in love with Brock, and although she preferred to hide her feelings, the truth was that she was afraid of losing him. In the past, she had already lost the people she loved so much, so she preferred to keep him safe.

Brock Rumlow had six months since he had been appointed Commander and leader of the STRIKE team, some were in disagreement and others skeptical, but the decisive vote and of greater weight was that of Nozomu, who fully trusted him.

"Agent Rumlow," a female voice called him. He wasn't sure if the voice belonged to the person whom he believed. He turned around, annoyed. He was no longer an agent, exactly. "Or should I say Commander Rumlow?" she asked, in a playful tone. Brock laughed when he saw who she was.

Something weird was going on. "Kitty, do you know you can call me Brock?" he frowned. "Why are you wearing that uniform?" Shouldn't you be in college? He looked at her sternly. In the past, he got into a lot of trouble. Maybe she needed his help.

"The uniform is mine; I'm an agent. Here, it's from Fury, and my dad asked you to be my instructor, tutor, whatever," Kathy answered laughing while she gave Brock a document.

"Won't you go to the Academy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I exceeded expectations in the exams, and they decided it was time for me to become an agent," she replied as if she didn't care.

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