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hello hello, since tumblr decided to absolutely demolish every way for me to communicate with others or do anything on here, I moved everything to my other account.

I'll no longer be on here, mainly use this as an archive for what I've written so far.

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hello, hello!

since i have a feeling that i don't follow a lot of blogs that pique my interests, im in need of some to follow!

so if you follow the themes down below, like this & I'll give you a cheeky follow!

• bucky barnes, sam wilson, baron zemo, tfatw in general (writers, editors, all is welcome!)

• mcu

• sebastian stan, anthony mackie, chris evans + their other characters.

• movies (Disney, Netflix movies, horror etc)

feel free to give it a lil' boost :)

[jamesbuckybarns]

#POV: you’re John Walker

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youre writing is amazing okay!!! 💞💖💗💕 so good! dont give up or listen too rude anons!! all fanfic writes matter! you all put your heart into what you write and share with us xxx

thank u 🥺

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hi i just wanted to give you a heads up that for your new series dilf bucky the new chapter isn’t linked to the masterlist properly, it keeps coming up error

thanks, should be working now :)

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Hey, so first off Im sorry for any anon hate you get, fuck those people honestly

Secondly, about the not getting notes, and not showing up in tags and all that. It’s just tumblr being an ass towards content creators and making life harder for us, and it sucks. I don’t have any advice or anything, I just wanna say I feel you man

Also, like I dunno if you’re already on Ao3, but like maybe you wanna go there too? Idk, it’s what I do

It’s just a suggestion tho, I get if you don’t want to and like I mean most you get there are kudos, but comments are pretty really rare which... yeah idk

Sorry I forgot where I was going with this lol, anyways I can relate totally what you’re dealing with and yep. I hope you have a nice day, and pls just ignore anon hate :)

Don’t give up writing!!! Your writing is really good btw ^^

i get all of this & i know but it's just so damn tiring. this whole writing thing was supposed to be fun, this site was supposed to be fun. if you're under 1k (like me) you don't fucking count for my feeling so really, what am I doing? making a fool of myself 🤡 anyway, yes i moved most my stuff to ao3 this morning & already seeing more activity on there! thanks though for dropping by :)

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Ok that last anon was not needed and can go some where 😐 but anyways I love your work and your series are really good!! Keep Up it💜💙

eh, im used to it.

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Because nobody likes you

im aware of that, thank you very much.

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& it's not that not showing up in tags suddenly made me give up. It was the last straw for me. I work my ass off to write shit and am already struggling with getting notes and a damn follower count that keeps dropping every day. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, maybe it's just me as a person, maybe it's just not it what I post but I don't write for most hours of the day to get a handfull of notes (still loving those though) and it seriously has me on the edge of deleting it all.

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Hi, same fanfic writer here but a very small one:) My fic didn’t show in tags as well for couple of days. But I let it for a week or so, some people started liking it and turns out it was shown on tags as I was checking at that time. Not sure if it’s just happened to me but just fyi. Love your writing tho, good luck!

i don't have that luck, people stop liking my stuff a day after I post it tho so im giving up at this point :')

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I hate it here 🥲

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to build a home ☆ bucky barnes

• pairings-> singledad!bucky x singlemom!reader.

summary

a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn't have it any other way.

warnings -> parenthood, kids, mentions of divorce & teen pregnancy, fluff

wordcount -> 1.9k+

masterlist 

james bucky barnes often wonders how fast life can change, how it's possible to go from one end of the spectrum to the other– it blows his mind knowing his marriage was still rock solid two years ago, living peacefully in the suburbs not too far from new york with a nine to five job and coming home to a wife and his three kids: the white picket fence life. It blows his mind that now two years later he's settling into his 3 story brownstone house in the heart of Brooklyn, three kids every week, own mechanic shop around the corner and fresh out of a toxic turned marriage– bucky lived his dream life. 

James bucky barnes made a few mistakes in life, he's the first one to admit. A couple broken hearts on his sleeve, wild nights and wrong friends. Made poor life decisions, not following his heart– regretted those mistakes but never the best mistake he'd had with his now ex-wife, Liza who'd given him the best puzzle pieces in his life, filling the empty spaces. 

Children were never really on his mind, he was fine on his own, or so he thought. 

Aiden came first 13 years ago and with his dark hair, blue eyes and a strong will, there was no doubt, he was a copy of his dad. 

Cody came second, entering Bucky's heart 11 years ago, with his blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses, a perfect mixture of him and his wife. 

Zoey came third and last, a real daddy's girl from the second they met 8 years ago. Blonde hair, blue eyes, just like her bigger brother Cody. Protected like a real princess by both brothers. 

his marriage might've been a mistake but his kids sure weren't, his pride and possession. 

New town, new job, new life. 

His hands are deep in the pockets of his jeans, fingers fiddling with an old receipt he never threw away, blue eyes observing his surroundings as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other once in a while. 

There's not much to see; a fence between him and the schoolyard. A blue and red jungle gym with matching monkey bars right next to it, a basketball hoop at the other end and multiple benches scattered around. Windows are framed in bright yellow frames along the long building and lead to the bright yellow entrance, the school's name proudly above it– it's nothing special, just another school but the best in town he's been told.

He's nervous but not for himself, he's nervous for his kids and how they'd experience their first day at this place, the new kids in town, easy to be picked on. 

Aiden did great as he'd said in his monotone, teenage voice. An ever so bored look on his face, nearly rolling his eyes at the sight of his dad waiting for him behind the fence– the only dad or parent to wait for their kid in high school. Embarrassed and annoyed and still in the front seat of the car, he waits for his siblings. 

Zoey would be fine too, Bucky knows that much. The social butterfly never had any problems with making new friends and never shied away from anyone– much to Bucky's dislikings; she'd climb in the back of a van without a problem. She definitely got that from her mother. 

It's Cody, Bucky worries about the most. The shy 11 year rarely talked about friends, just fine with his own presence. Nights and days spent on his own little projects, hidden in his own bedroom, his den. Shy little Cody who never really fitted in but perfectly content with it. 

They're the new kids, the ones not quite able to fit in. The new kids adjusting to life in the big city, bigger groups and bigger places– overwhelming.

He's new and Bucky's reminded of that by the eyes from others burning on his skin as he waits for his two youngest. The eyes of parents, grandparents or babysitters waiting for their own kids. 

All eyes except for the ones of a little boy zooming through the crowd, paw patrol bag bouncing on his back as he skips by the people, greeting each one by one and nearly trips over his own feet in front of bucky– instinct kicking in, bucky reaches down to catch the boy in his own hands. 

"Careful now." 

A pair of bright blue eyes watch bucky in surprise and with a goofy smile and a loud giggle, the boy gets up on his own two feet and adjusts the two straps of his backpack. 

"God, 'm sorry– Luca," 

Bucky nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice coming from beside him

Looking up from the hands that's wrapped around the little boy's arm, Bucky is met with a pair of eyes he could easily drown. Rosy cheeks from the summer heat and a pair of glasses on top a head of messy hair,; a tank top on top of some denim shorts and topped off with some white vans unlike the summery flower dresses all mothers decided to wear on this day. You're young, in your 20s, he thinks– maybe a niece or a babysitter, beautiful nonetheless.

"Oh–" Bucky chuckles "it's okay." 

"I'd say he's never like this but we all know that's not the truth." 

As you let go of the boy his arm, the both of you watch him run off once again, talking with the elderly man waiting for his grandson, pulling silly faces to the toddler in his stroller or picking up pebbles from the ground– 

"You're new, right?"

finally, bucky thinks to himself someone who has the guts to just ask and not just stare

Looking back your way, bucky smiles, "yeah, got here before summer break." 

"So you had the time to discover the great big city then?" 

"Uh– been trying too," Bucky breathes out a chuckle "worked on my shop mostly." 

"Oh yeah, you bought that miller's place," you state "everybody's been talking about it." 

Bucky nods. Not a surprise really. He knows he's been the talk of the town for the last few weeks. 

"Sure did– so if you ever need help with any vehicle, I'm your man." 

Bucky cringes even before the words slip between his lips but the smile on your face makes it better 

"I'll keep it in mind." 

"Bucky–" He blurts out "Bucky barnes. I'm not sure if they include that in the talk of town." 

Reaching out his hand, he mimics your smile 

"No, they didn't," you chuckle "y/n."

"Nice to meet you." 

"Likewise." 

Awkwardly bucky shifts his weight on his feet and averts his eyes to the building in front of him. Little heads popping up behind the windows, out of sheer curiosity, waving at their parents at the other side of the yard and even from where he's standing bucky recognises the grin from his daughter, the one without the tooth she'd casually pulled out a week ago, he wants to wave but she doesn't see him.

Instead Bucky decides to keep the conversation flowing with the woman next to him; anything better than eavesdropping the group of ladies a couple of feet away and though it strokes his ego hearing the 'he's handsome' and 'heard he's divorced' he rather not.

So he turns his head again and pushes his hands even deeper in his pockets.

"So you babysit some kids?" Bucky ask curiously "or family or something?"

"No, yeah, I mean we're family but I'm actually here to pick up my son." You chuckle "fifth grade preteen." 

Surprised, Bucky raises his eyebrows– that's the same grade as his middle child. 

"Really? I guessed you were way younger." 

"What did you guess it was?" 

"I don't know," Bucky shrugs "late 20s?"

"Well, you're not wrong." 

He doesn't want to go into that but he's curious and can't quite contain himself "you were young then." 

"Yeah," you breathe out a chuckle "Let's just say my parents were about to disown me and I was ready to sign up for another season of sixteen and pregnant." 

Bucky lets out a laugh and he can't remember when the last time he did laugh like this, at least not with someone other than his kids.

"I have a son, he's in fifth grade too and a daughter in third grade..and a very excited teen who started high school." Bucky states proudly. 

"I've got a fifth grader and someone who terrorises his preschool." 

Bucky lets out another laugh and follows you gaze to the little boy in the crowd again and for a split second he recognises Zoey in him. The social butterfly, nor afraid for anybody. 

Ready to ask another question, bucky gets interrupted by the loud ring of the schoolbell– on the dot. 

It doesn't take long for children to seep out of the building, laughing, chatting up a storm or yelling across the schoolyard to their parents– bucky spots his daughter in the crowd, chatting up a storm herself with another girl; he never worried about her.

At the sight of her dad, Zoey picks up her pace and makes her way through the crowd. Blonde braid bucky had worked so hard on this morning, bounces around. Her pastel blue dress crinkled and yet another hole in her leggings. 

Bucky lets out a huff as she runs into his arms with the widest grin he's ever seen on her face, her purple backpack nearly hitting him in the face. 

"How was it, did you have fun?" 

Zoey hums and nods her head "I like it here!" 

"That's amazing, have you made any friends yet?" Bucky asks curiously as he sets her back on the ground and takes her backpack. 

"They are all nice." 

Bucky chuckles "You're going to be friends with everyone?" 

"Maybe," Zoey shrugs, she looks around "Where's Aiden?" 

"In the car– watch out when you cross the street." 

Bucky's warns but doubts it helps any as she sprints off. He keeps her in sight, the car not too far gone and watches how Aiden steps out and guides his little sister into the car– everything for Zoey. 

He looks back at the nearly empty schoolyard, the few older kids climbing the monkey bars, another group of parents talking and you. You're still here with the little boy dancing around you but he's quick to look back at the entrance. 

His mind races for a second, gear turning at all possibilities why his son hasn't walked out yet. Cody always came out first, way ahead of the crowd to come out– what was wrong? 

Bucky doesn't have to wonder for long. Long and behold, Cody walks out, hands gripped around the straps of his backpack as he casually strolls alongside another boy. Yet something bucky hasn't seen him done before. 

Cody doesn't even notice his dad, too caught up in the conversation about space, dinosaurs and everything history and when he does notice his dad, he keeps his steady pace and takes his sweet time with his new friend. 

A friend that makes his way to the woman next to him, your son. 

"Hey pal, how was your day?" Bucky asks but gets ignored by his own son whose eyes are glued onto you. 

"Does Miles really have a telescope in his bedroom?" 

He's talking to a stranger?

"Yeah, Miles does have a telescope in his bedroom." You smile and bucky is taken back by the smile Cody beams back 

"I told Cody he can come see it sometime." Miles states "maybe we can discover more planets." 

"Yeah, maybe one day he can– depends on what his dad says." 

Bucky meets your eyes once again and loses his ability to make a coherent sentence for a second. 

"Yeah, absolutely, sounds like a plan."

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to build a home ☆ bucky barnes

• pairings-> singledad!bucky x singlemom!reader.

summary

a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn't have it any other way.

warnings -> parenthood, kids, mentions of divorce & teen pregnancy, fluff

wordcount -> 1.9k+

masterlist 

james bucky barnes often wonders how fast life can change, how it's possible to go from one end of the spectrum to the other– it blows his mind knowing his marriage was still rock solid two years ago, living peacefully in the suburbs not too far from new york with a nine to five job and coming home to a wife and his three kids: the white picket fence life. It blows his mind that now two years later he's settling into his 3 story brownstone house in the heart of Brooklyn, three kids every week, own mechanic shop around the corner and fresh out of a toxic turned marriage– bucky lived his dream life. 

James bucky barnes made a few mistakes in life, he's the first one to admit. A couple broken hearts on his sleeve, wild nights and wrong friends. Made poor life decisions, not following his heart– regretted those mistakes but never the best mistake he'd had with his now ex-wife, Liza who'd given him the best puzzle pieces in his life, filling the empty spaces. 

Children were never really on his mind, he was fine on his own, or so he thought. 

Aiden came first 13 years ago and with his dark hair, blue eyes and a strong will, there was no doubt, he was a copy of his dad. 

Cody came second, entering Bucky's heart 11 years ago, with his blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses, a perfect mixture of him and his wife. 

Zoey came third and last, a real daddy's girl from the second they met 8 years ago. Blonde hair, blue eyes, just like her bigger brother Cody. Protected like a real princess by both brothers. 

his marriage might've been a mistake but his kids sure weren't, his pride and possession. 

New town, new job, new life. 

His hands are deep in the pockets of his jeans, fingers fiddling with an old receipt he never threw away, blue eyes observing his surroundings as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other once in a while. 

There's not much to see; a fence between him and the schoolyard. A blue and red jungle gym with matching monkey bars right next to it, a basketball hoop at the other end and multiple benches scattered around. Windows are framed in bright yellow frames along the long building and lead to the bright yellow entrance, the school's name proudly above it– it's nothing special, just another school but the best in town he's been told.

He's nervous but not for himself, he's nervous for his kids and how they'd experience their first day at this place, the new kids in town, easy to be picked on. 

Aiden did great as he'd said in his monotone, teenage voice. An ever so bored look on his face, nearly rolling his eyes at the sight of his dad waiting for him behind the fence– the only dad or parent to wait for their kid in high school. Embarrassed and annoyed and still in the front seat of the car, he waits for his siblings. 

Zoey would be fine too, Bucky knows that much. The social butterfly never had any problems with making new friends and never shied away from anyone– much to Bucky's dislikings; she'd climb in the back of a van without a problem. She definitely got that from her mother. 

It's Cody, Bucky worries about the most. The shy 11 year rarely talked about friends, just fine with his own presence. Nights and days spent on his own little projects, hidden in his own bedroom, his den. Shy little Cody who never really fitted in but perfectly content with it. 

They're the new kids, the ones not quite able to fit in. The new kids adjusting to life in the big city, bigger groups and bigger places– overwhelming.

He's new and Bucky's reminded of that by the eyes from others burning on his skin as he waits for his two youngest. The eyes of parents, grandparents or babysitters waiting for their own kids. 

All eyes except for the ones of a little boy zooming through the crowd, paw patrol bag bouncing on his back as he skips by the people, greeting each one by one and nearly trips over his own feet in front of bucky– instinct kicking in, bucky reaches down to catch the boy in his own hands. 

"Careful now." 

A pair of bright blue eyes watch bucky in surprise and with a goofy smile and a loud giggle, the boy gets up on his own two feet and adjusts the two straps of his backpack. 

"God, 'm sorry– Luca," 

Bucky nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice coming from beside him

Looking up from the hands that's wrapped around the little boy's arm, Bucky is met with a pair of eyes he could easily drown. Rosy cheeks from the summer heat and a pair of glasses on top a head of messy hair,; a tank top on top of some denim shorts and topped off with some white vans unlike the summery flower dresses all mothers decided to wear on this day. You're young, in your 20s, he thinks– maybe a niece or a babysitter, beautiful nonetheless.

"Oh–" Bucky chuckles "it's okay." 

"I'd say he's never like this but we all know that's not the truth." 

As you let go of the boy his arm, the both of you watch him run off once again, talking with the elderly man waiting for his grandson, pulling silly faces to the toddler in his stroller or picking up pebbles from the ground– 

"You're new, right?"

finally, bucky thinks to himself someone who has the guts to just ask and not just stare

Looking back your way, bucky smiles, "yeah, got here before summer break." 

"So you had the time to discover the great big city then?" 

"Uh– been trying too," Bucky breathes out a chuckle "worked on my shop mostly." 

"Oh yeah, you bought that miller's place," you state "everybody's been talking about it." 

Bucky nods. Not a surprise really. He knows he's been the talk of the town for the last few weeks. 

"Sure did– so if you ever need help with any vehicle, I'm your man." 

Bucky cringes even before the words slip between his lips but the smile on your face makes it better 

"I'll keep it in mind." 

"Bucky–" He blurts out "Bucky barnes. I'm not sure if they include that in the talk of town." 

Reaching out his hand, he mimics your smile 

"No, they didn't," you chuckle "y/n."

"Nice to meet you." 

"Likewise." 

Awkwardly bucky shifts his weight on his feet and averts his eyes to the building in front of him. Little heads popping up behind the windows, out of sheer curiosity, waving at their parents at the other side of the yard and even from where he's standing bucky recognises the grin from his daughter, the one without the tooth she'd casually pulled out a week ago, he wants to wave but she doesn't see him.

Instead Bucky decides to keep the conversation flowing with the woman next to him; anything better than eavesdropping the group of ladies a couple of feet away and though it strokes his ego hearing the 'he's handsome' and 'heard he's divorced' he rather not.

So he turns his head again and pushes his hands even deeper in his pockets.

"So you babysit some kids?" Bucky ask curiously "or family or something?"

"No, yeah, I mean we're family but I'm actually here to pick up my son." You chuckle "fifth grade preteen." 

Surprised, Bucky raises his eyebrows– that's the same grade as his middle child. 

"Really? I guessed you were way younger." 

"What did you guess it was?" 

"I don't know," Bucky shrugs "late 20s?"

"Well, you're not wrong." 

He doesn't want to go into that but he's curious and can't quite contain himself "you were young then." 

"Yeah," you breathe out a chuckle "Let's just say my parents were about to disown me and I was ready to sign up for another season of sixteen and pregnant." 

Bucky lets out a laugh and he can't remember when the last time he did laugh like this, at least not with someone other than his kids.

"I have a son, he's in fifth grade too and a daughter in third grade..and a very excited teen who started high school." Bucky states proudly. 

"I've got a fifth grader and someone who terrorises his preschool." 

Bucky lets out another laugh and follows you gaze to the little boy in the crowd again and for a split second he recognises Zoey in him. The social butterfly, nor afraid for anybody. 

Ready to ask another question, bucky gets interrupted by the loud ring of the schoolbell– on the dot. 

It doesn't take long for children to seep out of the building, laughing, chatting up a storm or yelling across the schoolyard to their parents– bucky spots his daughter in the crowd, chatting up a storm herself with another girl; he never worried about her.

At the sight of her dad, Zoey picks up her pace and makes her way through the crowd. Blonde braid bucky had worked so hard on this morning, bounces around. Her pastel blue dress crinkled and yet another hole in her leggings. 

Bucky lets out a huff as she runs into his arms with the widest grin he's ever seen on her face, her purple backpack nearly hitting him in the face. 

"How was it, did you have fun?" 

Zoey hums and nods her head "I like it here!" 

"That's amazing, have you made any friends yet?" Bucky asks curiously as he sets her back on the ground and takes her backpack. 

"They are all nice." 

Bucky chuckles "You're going to be friends with everyone?" 

"Maybe," Zoey shrugs, she looks around "Where's Aiden?" 

"In the car– watch out when you cross the street." 

Bucky's warns but doubts it helps any as she sprints off. He keeps her in sight, the car not too far gone and watches how Aiden steps out and guides his little sister into the car– everything for Zoey. 

He looks back at the nearly empty schoolyard, the few older kids climbing the monkey bars, another group of parents talking and you. You're still here with the little boy dancing around you but he's quick to look back at the entrance. 

His mind races for a second, gear turning at all possibilities why his son hasn't walked out yet. Cody always came out first, way ahead of the crowd to come out– what was wrong? 

Bucky doesn't have to wonder for long. Long and behold, Cody walks out, hands gripped around the straps of his backpack as he casually strolls alongside another boy. Yet something bucky hasn't seen him done before. 

Cody doesn't even notice his dad, too caught up in the conversation about space, dinosaurs and everything history and when he does notice his dad, he keeps his steady pace and takes his sweet time with his new friend. 

A friend that makes his way to the woman next to him, your son. 

"Hey pal, how was your day?" Bucky asks but gets ignored by his own son whose eyes are glued onto you. 

"Does Miles really have a telescope in his bedroom?" 

He's talking to a stranger?

"Yeah, Miles does have a telescope in his bedroom." You smile and bucky is taken back by the smile Cody beams back 

"I told Cody he can come see it sometime." Miles states "maybe we can discover more planets." 

"Yeah, maybe one day he can– depends on what his dad says." 

Bucky meets your eyes once again and loses his ability to make a coherent sentence for a second. 

"Yeah, absolutely, sounds like a plan."

taglist

@babebr @tossacoin2yourwitcher @wolfiepirate

@natyvwe @obxjj @im-squished

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Sorry for the double upload, didn't show up in the tags, might have to delete again.

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For the love of fucking god why isn't my shit showing up in the tags???? @staff fix your damn site

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throwing myself of this site I swear to god

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oh and also the first chap was amazing!!🥰

thank you, glad you liked it! 😊♡

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hi hi i just wanted to say i’m very excited for build a home✨

only if it showed up in the tags tho 🥲

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to build a home ☆ bucky barnes

• pairings-> singledad!bucky x singlemom!reader.

summary

a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn't have it any other way.

warnings -> parenthood, kids, mentions of divorce & teen pregnancy, fluff

wordcount -> 1.9k+

masterlist 

james bucky barnes often wonders how fast life can change, how it's possible to go from one end of the spectrum to the other– it blows his mind knowing his marriage was still rock solid two years ago, living peacefully in the suburbs not too far from new york with a nine to five job and coming home to a wife and his three kids: the white picket fence life. It blows his mind that now two years later he's settling into his 3 story brownstone house in the heart of Brooklyn, three kids every week, own mechanic shop around the corner and fresh out of a toxic turned marriage– bucky lived his dream life. 

James bucky barnes made a few mistakes in life, he's the first one to admit. A couple broken hearts on his sleeve, wild nights and wrong friends. Made poor life decisions, not following his heart– regretted those mistakes but never the best mistake he'd had with his now ex-wife, Liza who'd given him the best puzzle pieces in his life, filling the empty spaces. 

Children were never really on his mind, he was fine on his own, or so he thought. 

Aiden came first 13 years ago and with his dark hair, blue eyes and a strong will, there was no doubt, he was a copy of his dad. 

Cody came second, entering Bucky's heart 11 years ago, with his blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses, a perfect mixture of him and his wife. 

Zoey came third and last, a real daddy's girl from the second they met 8 years ago. Blonde hair, blue eyes, just like her bigger brother Cody. Protected like a real princess by both brothers. 

his marriage might've been a mistake but his kids sure weren't, his pride and possession. 

New town, new job, new life. 

His hands are deep in the pockets of his jeans, fingers fiddling with an old receipt he never threw away, blue eyes observing his surroundings as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other once in a while. 

There's not much to see; a fence between him and the schoolyard. A blue and red jungle gym with matching monkey bars right next to it, a basketball hoop at the other end and multiple benches scattered around. Windows are framed in bright yellow frames along the long building and lead to the bright yellow entrance, the school's name proudly above it– it's nothing special, just another school but the best in town he's been told.

He's nervous but not for himself, he's nervous for his kids and how they'd experience their first day at this place, the new kids in town, easy to be picked on. 

Aiden did great as he'd said in his monotone, teenage voice. An ever so bored look on his face, nearly rolling his eyes at the sight of his dad waiting for him behind the fence– the only dad or parent to wait for their kid in high school. Embarrassed and annoyed and still in the front seat of the car, he waits for his siblings. 

Zoey would be fine too, Bucky knows that much. The social butterfly never had any problems with making new friends and never shied away from anyone– much to Bucky's dislikings; she'd climb in the back of a van without a problem. She definitely got that from her mother. 

It's Cody, Bucky worries about the most. The shy 11 year rarely talked about friends, just fine with his own presence. Nights and days spent on his own little projects, hidden in his own bedroom, his den. Shy little Cody who never really fitted in but perfectly content with it. 

They're the new kids, the ones not quite able to fit in. The new kids adjusting to life in the big city, bigger groups and bigger places– overwhelming.

He's new and Bucky's reminded of that by the eyes from others burning on his skin as he waits for his two youngest. The eyes of parents, grandparents or babysitters waiting for their own kids. 

All eyes except for the ones of a little boy zooming through the crowd, paw patrol bag bouncing on his back as he skips by the people, greeting each one by one and nearly trips over his own feet in front of bucky– instinct kicking in, bucky reaches down to catch the boy in his own hands. 

"Careful now." 

A pair of bright blue eyes watch bucky in surprise and with a goofy smile and a loud giggle, the boy gets up on his own two feet and adjusts the two straps of his backpack. 

"God, 'm sorry– Luca," 

Bucky nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice coming from beside him

Looking up from the hands that's wrapped around the little boy's arm, Bucky is met with a pair of eyes he could easily drown. Rosy cheeks from the summer heat and a pair of glasses on top a head of messy hair,; a tank top on top of some denim shorts and topped off with some white vans unlike the summery flower dresses all mothers decided to wear on this day. You're young, in your 20s, he thinks– maybe a niece or a babysitter, beautiful nonetheless.

"Oh–" Bucky chuckles "it's okay." 

"I'd say he's never like this but we all know that's not the truth." 

As you let go of the boy his arm, the both of you watch him run off once again, talking with the elderly man waiting for his grandson, pulling silly faces to the toddler in his stroller or picking up pebbles from the ground– 

"You're new, right?"

finally, bucky thinks to himself someone who has the guts to just ask and not just stare

Looking back your way, bucky smiles, "yeah, got here before summer break." 

"So you had the time to discover the great big city then?" 

"Uh– been trying too," Bucky breathes out a chuckle "worked on my shop mostly." 

"Oh yeah, you bought that miller's place," you state "everybody's been talking about it." 

Bucky nods. Not a surprise really. He knows he's been the talk of the town for the last few weeks. 

"Sure did– so if you ever need help with any vehicle, I'm your man." 

Bucky cringes even before the words slip between his lips but the smile on your face makes it better 

"I'll keep it in mind." 

"Bucky–" He blurts out "Bucky barnes. I'm not sure if they include that in the talk of town." 

Reaching out his hand, he mimics your smile 

"No, they didn't," you chuckle "y/n."

"Nice to meet you." 

"Likewise." 

Awkwardly bucky shifts his weight on his feet and averts his eyes to the building in front of him. Little heads popping up behind the windows, out of sheer curiosity, waving at their parents at the other side of the yard and even from where he's standing bucky recognises the grin from his daughter, the one without the tooth she'd casually pulled out a week ago, he wants to wave but she doesn't see him.

Instead Bucky decides to keep the conversation flowing with the woman next to him; anything better than eavesdropping the group of ladies a couple of feet away and though it strokes his ego hearing the 'he's handsome' and 'heard he's divorced' he rather not.

So he turns his head again and pushes his hands even deeper in his pockets.

"So you babysit some kids?" Bucky ask curiously "or family or something?"

"No, yeah, I mean we're family but I'm actually here to pick up my son." You chuckle "fifth grade preteen." 

Surprised, Bucky raises his eyebrows– that's the same grade as his middle child. 

"Really? I guessed you were way younger." 

"What did you guess it was?" 

"I don't know," Bucky shrugs "late 20s?"

"Well, you're not wrong." 

He doesn't want to go into that but he's curious and can't quite contain himself "you were young then." 

"Yeah," you breathe out a chuckle "Let's just say my parents were about to disown me and I was ready to sign up for another season of sixteen and pregnant." 

Bucky lets out a laugh and he can't remember when the last time he did laugh like this, at least not with someone other than his kids.

"I have a son, he's in fifth grade too and a daughter in third grade..and a very excited teen who started high school." Bucky states proudly. 

"I've got a fifth grader and someone who terrorises his preschool." 

Bucky lets out another laugh and follows you gaze to the little boy in the crowd again and for a split second he recognises Zoey in him. The social butterfly, nor afraid for anybody. 

Ready to ask another question, bucky gets interrupted by the loud ring of the schoolbell– on the dot. 

It doesn't take long for children to seep out of the building, laughing, chatting up a storm or yelling across the schoolyard to their parents– bucky spots his daughter in the crowd, chatting up a storm herself with another girl; he never worried about her.

At the sight of her dad, Zoey picks up her pace and makes her way through the crowd. Blonde braid bucky had worked so hard on this morning, bounces around. Her pastel blue dress crinkled and yet another hole in her leggings. 

Bucky lets out a huff as she runs into his arms with the widest grin he's ever seen on her face, her purple backpack nearly hitting him in the face. 

"How was it, did you have fun?" 

Zoey hums and nods her head "I like it here!" 

"That's amazing, have you made any friends yet?" Bucky asks curiously as he sets her back on the ground and takes her backpack. 

"They are all nice." 

Bucky chuckles "You're going to be friends with everyone?" 

"Maybe," Zoey shrugs, she looks around "Where's Aiden?" 

"In the car– watch out when you cross the street." 

Bucky's warns but doubts it helps any as she sprints off. He keeps her in sight, the car not too far gone and watches how Aiden steps out and guides his little sister into the car– everything for Zoey. 

He looks back at the nearly empty schoolyard, the few older kids climbing the monkey bars, another group of parents talking and you. You're still here with the little boy dancing around you but he's quick to look back at the entrance. 

His mind races for a second, gear turning at all possibilities why his son hasn't walked out yet. Cody always came out first, way ahead of the crowd to come out– what was wrong? 

Bucky doesn't have to wonder for long. Long and behold, Cody walks out, hands gripped around the straps of his backpack as he casually strolls alongside another boy. Yet something bucky hasn't seen him done before. 

Cody doesn't even notice his dad, too caught up in the conversation about space, dinosaurs and everything history and when he does notice his dad, he keeps his steady pace and takes his sweet time with his new friend. 

A friend that makes his way to the woman next to him, your son. 

"Hey pal, how was your day?" Bucky asks but gets ignored by his own son whose eyes are glued onto you. 

"Does Miles really have a telescope in his bedroom?" 

He's talking to a stranger?

"Yeah, Miles does have a telescope in his bedroom." You smile and bucky is taken back by the smile Cody beams back 

"I told Cody he can come see it sometime." Miles states "maybe we can discover more planets." 

"Yeah, maybe one day he can– depends on what his dad says." 

Bucky meets your eyes once again and loses his ability to make a coherent sentence for a second. 

"Yeah, absolutely, sounds like a plan."

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