Pairing: Eventual Bucky/Reader
Word count: 1,180
Summary: Bucky shows his teasing side while dealing with a rival.
Part 3 of His Angel
Bucky was lounging in bed when you replied, making him smirk. Why would I tell you and ruin all the fun? He sent back. He had been hoping you’d text him.
Moments later he saw three dots pop up. You mean sending women random things is your idea of fun?
Laughing, he shook his head. Feisty, I like that. He replied. And not women. Just you. I promise. The last thing that he wanted was you thinking that you were one of many. Hell, he hadn’t even gone home with anyone since he’d first seen you. Aside from work you were his priority. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman held his attention for more than an evening.
Why me? Bucky could picture your face, pinched with confusion.
Why not you? He countered simply.
The bubbles appeared and disappeared a few times. Either you were writing one hell of a reply or you weren’t sure what to say. It was adorable. Because I don’t know you, maybe?! You finally sent.
He thought for a moment before deciding exactly what to write. But I know you, doll. Get some rest. I know you have to be up early.
You stared at his reply. Judging by his text he wouldn’t be replying anymore that night. “Ass.” You muttered. You were torn. It was a really nice phone, but could you really use it and not feel off about it? Chewing on your lip you gathered the items to go talk to Kat and Hux. “Guys, help.” You half whined.
“What’s going on?” Kat instantly was focused on you. “Did he send you something questionable?!”
“He sent me a credit card in my name, a note, and a new phone.” You handed her the note to read, and Hux read it over your shoulder. “I would feel weird using the phone, but it’s a really nice phone…”
You watched as she read it over a few times. “Honestly, I’d use both the credit card and phone.” She handed you the note back. Hux made a noise of confusion. “If you don't, it might offend him. I’m not saying spend a ton, but buy little things here and there? Grab yourself a coffee before work, something to eat between jobs, things like that. This way he sees you’re using it, but you aren’t going overboard. If you don’t he might get pissed off.” She shrugged. “If you gave me a ‘gift’ like that and didn’t use it, wouldn’t you get upset?” Her eyes darted to Hux.
“Yeah, I probably would.” He admitted. “What if he comes after her for the money, though?” He countered.
Kat thought for a moment. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She shrugged. “Just text me from your new phone so I have your number.”
“I’ll text you both.” You promised. “And I’ll turn on location sharing.”
“Good thinking.” Hux nodded. “Better safe than sorry.” He’d become your friend in the six months that he’d been dating Kat and wanted you safe. “And you have no idea who this might be?” He asked after a moment.
You shook your head. “No clue what-so-ever. It’s just some random person that found my wallet. I keep referring to them as a ‘he’, but I’m not even sure about that. It’s not like women never do insane things like this.” Which didn’t help. At least if you knew if it was a man or a woman that would eliminate half the population. At the moment the only ones you could rule out were Kat, Hux, and your coworkers. Kat and Hux wouldn’t do it, and none of them could fund these types of packages.
“Well I hope he gets bored and leaves you alone soon.” He said sincerely.
“Thanks.” With a small wave you took your things back to your room. B told you to get some sleep, but how could you sleep when this was hanging over your head? Your body was exhausted, that was obvious. Your mind, however, was wired.
After a few minutes you decided to just get ready for bed and transfer everything from your old phone to your new one. Now you also needed to memorise your new number.
If you plan to feed me lunch again, can I at least place an order? Bucky read that as he sat in a meeting the following morning. Chuckling, he licked his lips and quickly replied.
Tell me what you want, baby girl. Name it and it’s yours. He promised.
“Mr. Barnes!” One of his associates sounded exasperated with him like he’d been trying to get his attention for some time.
He slowly looked over at him. The look warned him to watch his tone. “What?” He snapped.
“I asked what we planned to do about the Starks. They’re encroaching on your territory.” He explained.
“Get me all the details.” Bucky ordered. “I want anything and everything.” Hearing his phone, his face softened as he read your text. Your name would be nice, but you’re too damn stubborn for that. Credit cards and gifts you can do, but not your name. He chuckled as more bubbles popped up.
Steve watched his best friend and boss, knowing what that look on his face meant. You owned Bucky and you didn’t even have a single clue. He just hoped that you didn’t break him.
Can I get a pizza from DiNozzos? Cheese. It’s my boss's birthday and it’s her favorite :)
Knowing that you could have asked for anything you wanted and you chose to ask for something for your boss warmed his heart. Deal. And maybe I’ll give a clue to who I am with that delivery. Maybe not. I guess you’ll have to wait and see. ;)
You were on the bus to work and rolled your eyes at that. Tease. You sent with a sigh.
You have no idea. There was no mistaking the implication. One day you’ll find out.
Wouldn’t that ruin what you have going on here? The whole fairy Godmother thing? Getting up, you moved to quickly exit the bus as it came to a stop.
You didn’t look at your phone again until you stepped into the store as you hated not paying attention to your surroundings. New York could be a very dangerous place. Well, I do have a magic wand but I haven’t used that for you just yet. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire at that. “Jesus Christ.” You breathed.
“What’s that, hon?” Your boss asked as she passed.
Quickly locking your phone, you put your things into your bag. “Nothing.” You muttered. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Sure, sure.” She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. “You got yourself a man and I think he just sent you something about last night.” She winked as you whipped around to look at her. “I bet he’s a hell of a lover to have you blushin’ like that!”
How the hell did you tell her it wasn’t a boyfriend that had you blushing…but your gift giving stalker?!
Pairing: Eventual Bucky/Reader
Word count: 1,180
Summary: Bucky shows his teasing side while dealing with a rival.
Part 3 of His Angel
Bucky was lounging in bed when you replied, making him smirk. Why would I tell you and ruin all the fun? He sent back. He had been hoping you’d text him.
Moments later he saw three dots pop up. You mean sending women random things is your idea of fun?
Laughing, he shook his head. Feisty, I like that. He replied. And not women. Just you. I promise. The last thing that he wanted was you thinking that you were one of many. Hell, he hadn’t even gone home with anyone since he’d first seen you. Aside from work you were his priority. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman held his attention for more than an evening.
Why me? Bucky could picture your face, pinched with confusion.
Why not you? He countered simply.
The bubbles appeared and disappeared a few times. Either you were writing one hell of a reply or you weren’t sure what to say. It was adorable. Because I don’t know you, maybe?! You finally sent.
He thought for a moment before deciding exactly what to write. But I know you, doll. Get some rest. I know you have to be up early.
You stared at his reply. Judging by his text he wouldn’t be replying anymore that night. “Ass.” You muttered. You were torn. It was a really nice phone, but could you really use it and not feel off about it? Chewing on your lip you gathered the items to go talk to Kat and Hux. “Guys, help.” You half whined.
“What’s going on?” Kat instantly was focused on you. “Did he send you something questionable?!”
“He sent me a credit card in my name, a note, and a new phone.” You handed her the note to read, and Hux read it over your shoulder. “I would feel weird using the phone, but it’s a really nice phone…”
You watched as she read it over a few times. “Honestly, I’d use both the credit card and phone.” She handed you the note back. Hux made a noise of confusion. “If you don't, it might offend him. I’m not saying spend a ton, but buy little things here and there? Grab yourself a coffee before work, something to eat between jobs, things like that. This way he sees you’re using it, but you aren’t going overboard. If you don’t he might get pissed off.” She shrugged. “If you gave me a ‘gift’ like that and didn’t use it, wouldn’t you get upset?” Her eyes darted to Hux.
“Yeah, I probably would.” He admitted. “What if he comes after her for the money, though?” He countered.
Kat thought for a moment. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She shrugged. “Just text me from your new phone so I have your number.”
“I’ll text you both.” You promised. “And I’ll turn on location sharing.”
“Good thinking.” Hux nodded. “Better safe than sorry.” He’d become your friend in the six months that he’d been dating Kat and wanted you safe. “And you have no idea who this might be?” He asked after a moment.
You shook your head. “No clue what-so-ever. It’s just some random person that found my wallet. I keep referring to them as a ‘he’, but I’m not even sure about that. It’s not like women never do insane things like this.” Which didn’t help. At least if you knew if it was a man or a woman that would eliminate half the population. At the moment the only ones you could rule out were Kat, Hux, and your coworkers. Kat and Hux wouldn’t do it, and none of them could fund these types of packages.
“Well I hope he gets bored and leaves you alone soon.” He said sincerely.
“Thanks.” With a small wave you took your things back to your room. B told you to get some sleep, but how could you sleep when this was hanging over your head? Your body was exhausted, that was obvious. Your mind, however, was wired.
After a few minutes you decided to just get ready for bed and transfer everything from your old phone to your new one. Now you also needed to memorise your new number.
If you plan to feed me lunch again, can I at least place an order? Bucky read that as he sat in a meeting the following morning. Chuckling, he licked his lips and quickly replied.
Tell me what you want, baby girl. Name it and it’s yours. He promised.
“Mr. Barnes!” One of his associates sounded exasperated with him like he’d been trying to get his attention for some time.
He slowly looked over at him. The look warned him to watch his tone. “What?” He snapped.
“I asked what we planned to do about the Starks. They’re encroaching on your territory.” He explained.
“Get me all the details.” Bucky ordered. “I want anything and everything.” Hearing his phone, his face softened as he read your text. Your name would be nice, but you’re too damn stubborn for that. Credit cards and gifts you can do, but not your name. He chuckled as more bubbles popped up.
Steve watched his best friend and boss, knowing what that look on his face meant. You owned Bucky and you didn’t even have a single clue. He just hoped that you didn’t break him.
Can I get a pizza from DiNozzos? Cheese. It’s my boss's birthday and it’s her favorite :)
Knowing that you could have asked for anything you wanted and you chose to ask for something for your boss warmed his heart. Deal. And maybe I’ll give a clue to who I am with that delivery. Maybe not. I guess you’ll have to wait and see. ;)
You were on the bus to work and rolled your eyes at that. Tease. You sent with a sigh.
You have no idea. There was no mistaking the implication. One day you’ll find out.
Wouldn’t that ruin what you have going on here? The whole fairy Godmother thing? Getting up, you moved to quickly exit the bus as it came to a stop.
You didn’t look at your phone again until you stepped into the store as you hated not paying attention to your surroundings. New York could be a very dangerous place. Well, I do have a magic wand but I haven’t used that for you just yet. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire at that. “Jesus Christ.” You breathed.
“What’s that, hon?” Your boss asked as she passed.
Quickly locking your phone, you put your things into your bag. “Nothing.” You muttered. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Sure, sure.” She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. “You got yourself a man and I think he just sent you something about last night.” She winked as you whipped around to look at her. “I bet he’s a hell of a lover to have you blushin’ like that!”
How the hell did you tell her it wasn’t a boyfriend that had you blushing…but your gift giving stalker?!
Pairings: Eventual Oliver/Reader, Laurel/Tommy
Word count: 2,032
Summary: Tommy tells Oliver he's being an asshole, and Oliver agrees. So he goes to apologize to you and the kids.
Part twelve of For the Kids
You went through your last texts to Oliver. None which got replies. You stopped sending them a few days ago, realizing it had been weeks. Maggie kept asking for him, but Clay told her to stop, seeing how a flicker of pain would cross your face. You thought he would be someone in your life, but you figured a Queen was meant to party, not spend Saturdays watching cartoons or playing video games. He got bored, and moved on.
Maggie was playing in her room, and Clay was playing video games one Wednesday afternoon when you texted Tommy. Would you and Laurel like to come with me tomorrow to find out what I’m having?
Duh! Yes please! He instantly responded. Laurel has been begging me to ask but I didn’t want to pressure you. He sent another.
You smiled softly at that, chuckling. Well, my appointment is tomorrow at 9. Come over for breakfast?
We’ll be there! :)
“What’s got you looking so happy?” Oliver chuckled, looking at his best friend.
“Y/N invited us to the gender reveal ultrasound.” Tommy smiled. “We’re going to her place for breakfast, and then on to that.” He told him, looking forward to it. “Maggie keeps talking to her belly, asking the baby to please be a girl.” He chuckled. “Laurel has a million plans for a baby shower.” He smiled. "She's just waiting for Y/N to give her the go ahead to plan."
Oliver smiled softly at that, nodding. On his phone were unread texts from you from over the weeks.
“She’s been having a hard time.” Tommy told him. “But I think this will help.” He said honestly. “Heard you’ve been ignoring her?” He’d been avoiding bringing it up, but it was getting hard now.
Oliver bit his cheek instantly. “She said that?” He asked.
Tommy shrugged. “Not those exact words, but it’s pretty damn clear.” He told him. “What’s going on? Maggie misses you, Clay is ‘not surprised’. Said you said you’d play games with him another time, and then never did. Apparently...Mark used to do the same thing.”
Oliver rubbed his jaw. “No, I just got busy.” He told him. “And by then it was just easier to keep away.” He said easily.
“For some reason I don’t believe that. You used to read to Maggie, and check under her bed for monsters. You’re telling me you haven’t had any texts or calls about her?”
Oliver looked down. “I haven’t read them.” He admitted.
Tommy stared at him. “Wow.” He scoffed. “You really are ignoring her. Why?!”
“It’s not my life, Tommy.” He hated that he put it that way. “You know me.” He sighed.
Getting up, Tommy finished his drink. “Good job being just another asshole to her, and breaking a four year old’s heart. Real nice.” He snapped, walking out.
Oliver sagged and leaned against the bar, rubbing over his face. Glancing at his phone, he finally started to read the texts, seeing as they got farther apart until they stopped. His heart hurt and it sucked more since he wasn’t used to that feeling. Licking his lips, he wasn’t sure what the hell to do. Then he thought of the kids and it got even worse. He’d really pushed them away, and that wasn’t fair. He cared about them, and forced himself not to act on that.
He sighed and rushed out, coming up with a plan.
You were cleaning up after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you went to answer it. “Oh, he does remember we exist.” You said sarcastically when you opened the door to see Oliver.
Oliver winced and held out a mix of two dozen flowers. “I’m sorry.” He told you. “I really am.” He sighed. “I was an ass.”
You sighed and took them. “Thank you.” You motioned to come in. “Maggie! Oliver’s here.”
Oliver wasn’t surprised when he did hear her running in. “Oliver!” She beamed, hugging his legs. “I missed you!”
“I missed you more.” He lifted her. “I’m sorry I’ve been away.” He said gently. “I should have called.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you something.”
She gasped and held out her hand. You watched, chewing on your lip. You hoped that he wouldn’t be the type to disappear, and try to buy your forgiveness. You wouldn’t let them do that to the kids either. You walked away from a shitty marriage years too late, but at least that gave you your kids. You wouldn’t stay in a shitty friendship.
Maggie squealed at the present. “Thank you!” It was a simple little stuffed dog, but she hugged it close. “You got me a doggy!”
He smiled. “Hoping he can help you cuddle at night.” He told her as he kicked the door shut behind him. “And keep the monsters away when I can’t.”
“Will you come back?” She asked cutely. “And not stay away?” She pouted, hugging his neck.
Oliver’s heart hurt and he squeezed her. “I’ll be around more.” He promised her, his eyes going to you. You sighed and looked at the flowers. “I hear you’re finding out if you’re gonna have a brother or sister tomorrow.”
“Yeah! I want a sister!” She beamed.
Clay came out, headphones around his neck. “Oh, hi.” He blinked.
“Hey, buddy.” Oliver told him. “I came to apologize for being gone a while.” He told him. “I got you something.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “It’s a year on XBox live.”
Clay dropped his jaw. “Dude, thank you!” He hugged his side. “This is awesome!”
“Can I talk to you Oliver?” You asked. “Alone?”
Oliver set down Maggie and walked over as the kids ran off. “I am sorry.” He said again. “I shouldn’t have stayed away.”
“And I don’t want you to think you can buy forgiveness.” You told him, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. “I told you before, I don’t want you just buying us things.” You reminded him of the first day in the apartment.
“I know. These were apology gifts.” He explained. “I promise I won’t disappear again, I’ll answer your texts, and I won’t buy forgiveness when I’m an ass.” He told you, watching as you put the flowers in water.
“Okay. If you say so.” Your walls were up. You weren’t going to get your hopes up.
“I’ll prove it to you.” He added. “Let me show you?” He asked.
You sighed and looked at him. “How?” You leaned your hands on the counter behind you. “How can you show me?”
He searched your eyes. “By letting me in.” He said softly.
You bit your lip, letting your shoulders drop. “And if you hurt us again?” Your voice wavered, your hand rubbing your very tiny bump.
“I won’t.” He said so confidently, you nearly believed him on the spot. “I may be a jerk at times, but I keep my promises.” He hated that he’d made you pull away from him so badly. “Let me take it day by day.”
You shrugged a shoulder. “Okay. One more chance. Only because the kids love you so much.” You sighed. “And Maggie asks for you. A lot. Like, as soon as she wakes up.” You told him, hearing little feet making their way towards the kitchen.
“We play now?” Maggie crashed into Oliver’s legs per usual. “Laurel got me a new tea set.”
Oliver gasped. “Did she? I make the best tea you know.” He offered her his hand. “Take me to your room?” He smiled. She tugged as hard as she could and led him away.
You sighed heavily, really hoping he’d change. You couldn’t deal with another fallout. You looked at the flowers and pulled out your phone, texting Laurel. Is Oliver possible of changing? He showed up with flowers, and something for each of the kids. Making promises not to disappear again.
She took a moment. He rarely apologizes so I would consider it sincere.
Hearing that honestly helped. Thank you. You heard Maggie laughing and sighed. You really hoped he kept his promise. For the sake of your kids. They adored him, and he had helped with them losing their father, moving, and adjusting.
You sat down, eyeing the flowers with a small smile. Letting out a soft sigh, you eagerly looked forward to the next day. You let that drive your emotions for the rest of the day.
Oliver stayed until both kids were asleep and came to sit by you on the couch. You let out a yawn, and he chuckled. "You're tired, and you're still out here watching TV?"
"Just this last episode!" You nudged him.
“If you say so.” He smiled. "So, are you hoping for a boy, or a girl?" He asked.
You tilted your head. “I’m not sure. I really want them to be healthy.” You shrugged. "At one point, I really wanted a handful of kids. Then they always fought, and things went south with Mark. So I didn't even think I'd have anymore."
“You’re a great mom.” He told you. “This one will turn out good, too.” He smiled. “Is it too soon to ask for a feel?”
"For them kicking? I haven't felt it from the outside just yet." You smiled back. "And thanks. There are days I feel like anything like a great mom."
He nodded. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard.” He said gently. "Tomorrow after your appointment, can I take everyone to celebrate?"
"I have work, Oliver, but thank you." You told him.
“We can be a little late.” He looked at you hopeful. "You do work for me." He reminded you.
You shook your head. "I don't want people talking at work." You shrugged. "If you're that insistent, just get dinner. I'm sure the kids would like that."
He nodded. “Okay.” He looked back at the TV. At least you weren’t telling him no altogether. “Do you want me to stay a while?” He offered. “At least to watch the rest of your show with you?” He glanced at you for a second.
You thought for a moment. “Okay. That’s fine.” You agreed, having missed his company.
He smiled widely and scooted just slightly closer to you. His arm was on the back of the couch, his feet on the coffee table.
You blushed slightly, enjoying the feeling of him close by. You found yourself leaning against him, your eyes getting heavier. He gently rubbed your arm, making you fall asleep completely. He chuckled lightly, and managed to move to lift you in his arms. You nuzzled to him cutely and he grinned. He carried you to your room and laid you down in your side. He eyed your features for a moment. He smiled at your barely there bump before covering you up.
He took a deep breath and got his stuff together before leaving. He was excited to see you again tomorrow. And to find out what you were having He’d give you a nice dinner too.
Waking up in your bed, you were confused as hell. When did you go to bed? You blinked and racked your brain, figuring you had fallen asleep on the couch. Did Oliver carry you? That was the only thing that made sense. You blushed at the thought. Then you remembered you were hours away from finding out if you were having another boy, or another girl. You quickly got up to get dressed so you could get the kids ready. You wouldn't tell them about the dinner with Oliver, wanting it to be a surprise.
Maggie was excited and had her clothes on already, despite them being mismatched. You giggled, shaking your head. “We’ll go with that today I guess.” You smiled at her. “You’re so cute.” You told her.
“I am!” She giggled and hugged your legs. “Is Oliver coming over again today?” She asked.
“I’m not sure.” You told her softly. “We can ask him tonight okay?” You offered. "For now, I need to brush your hair."
“Okay! Do it pretty! For sister!” She bounced. “She’s gonna be so pretty!” She beamed up at you.
Pairings: Eventual Oliver/Reader, Laurel/Tommy
Word count: 2,032
Summary: Tommy tells Oliver he's being an asshole, and Oliver agrees. So he goes to apologize to you and the kids.
Part twelve of For the Kids
You went through your last texts to Oliver. None which got replies. You stopped sending them a few days ago, realizing it had been weeks. Maggie kept asking for him, but Clay told her to stop, seeing how a flicker of pain would cross your face. You thought he would be someone in your life, but you figured a Queen was meant to party, not spend Saturdays watching cartoons or playing video games. He got bored, and moved on.
Maggie was playing in her room, and Clay was playing video games one Wednesday afternoon when you texted Tommy. Would you and Laurel like to come with me tomorrow to find out what I’m having?
Duh! Yes please! He instantly responded. Laurel has been begging me to ask but I didn’t want to pressure you. He sent another.
You smiled softly at that, chuckling. Well, my appointment is tomorrow at 9. Come over for breakfast?
We’ll be there! :)
“What’s got you looking so happy?” Oliver chuckled, looking at his best friend.
“Y/N invited us to the gender reveal ultrasound.” Tommy smiled. “We’re going to her place for breakfast, and then on to that.” He told him, looking forward to it. “Maggie keeps talking to her belly, asking the baby to please be a girl.” He chuckled. “Laurel has a million plans for a baby shower.” He smiled. "She's just waiting for Y/N to give her the go ahead to plan."
Oliver smiled softly at that, nodding. On his phone were unread texts from you from over the weeks.
“She’s been having a hard time.” Tommy told him. “But I think this will help.” He said honestly. “Heard you’ve been ignoring her?” He’d been avoiding bringing it up, but it was getting hard now.
Oliver bit his cheek instantly. “She said that?” He asked.
Tommy shrugged. “Not those exact words, but it’s pretty damn clear.” He told him. “What’s going on? Maggie misses you, Clay is ‘not surprised’. Said you said you’d play games with him another time, and then never did. Apparently...Mark used to do the same thing.”
Oliver rubbed his jaw. “No, I just got busy.” He told him. “And by then it was just easier to keep away.” He said easily.
“For some reason I don’t believe that. You used to read to Maggie, and check under her bed for monsters. You’re telling me you haven’t had any texts or calls about her?”
Oliver looked down. “I haven’t read them.” He admitted.
Tommy stared at him. “Wow.” He scoffed. “You really are ignoring her. Why?!”
“It’s not my life, Tommy.” He hated that he put it that way. “You know me.” He sighed.
Getting up, Tommy finished his drink. “Good job being just another asshole to her, and breaking a four year old’s heart. Real nice.” He snapped, walking out.
Oliver sagged and leaned against the bar, rubbing over his face. Glancing at his phone, he finally started to read the texts, seeing as they got farther apart until they stopped. His heart hurt and it sucked more since he wasn’t used to that feeling. Licking his lips, he wasn’t sure what the hell to do. Then he thought of the kids and it got even worse. He’d really pushed them away, and that wasn’t fair. He cared about them, and forced himself not to act on that.
He sighed and rushed out, coming up with a plan.
You were cleaning up after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you went to answer it. “Oh, he does remember we exist.” You said sarcastically when you opened the door to see Oliver.
Oliver winced and held out a mix of two dozen flowers. “I’m sorry.” He told you. “I really am.” He sighed. “I was an ass.”
You sighed and took them. “Thank you.” You motioned to come in. “Maggie! Oliver’s here.”
Oliver wasn’t surprised when he did hear her running in. “Oliver!” She beamed, hugging his legs. “I missed you!”
“I missed you more.” He lifted her. “I’m sorry I’ve been away.” He said gently. “I should have called.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you something.”
She gasped and held out her hand. You watched, chewing on your lip. You hoped that he wouldn’t be the type to disappear, and try to buy your forgiveness. You wouldn’t let them do that to the kids either. You walked away from a shitty marriage years too late, but at least that gave you your kids. You wouldn’t stay in a shitty friendship.
Maggie squealed at the present. “Thank you!” It was a simple little stuffed dog, but she hugged it close. “You got me a doggy!”
He smiled. “Hoping he can help you cuddle at night.” He told her as he kicked the door shut behind him. “And keep the monsters away when I can’t.”
“Will you come back?” She asked cutely. “And not stay away?” She pouted, hugging his neck.
Oliver’s heart hurt and he squeezed her. “I’ll be around more.” He promised her, his eyes going to you. You sighed and looked at the flowers. “I hear you’re finding out if you’re gonna have a brother or sister tomorrow.”
“Yeah! I want a sister!” She beamed.
Clay came out, headphones around his neck. “Oh, hi.” He blinked.
“Hey, buddy.” Oliver told him. “I came to apologize for being gone a while.” He told him. “I got you something.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “It’s a year on XBox live.”
Clay dropped his jaw. “Dude, thank you!” He hugged his side. “This is awesome!”
“Can I talk to you Oliver?” You asked. “Alone?”
Oliver set down Maggie and walked over as the kids ran off. “I am sorry.” He said again. “I shouldn’t have stayed away.”
“And I don’t want you to think you can buy forgiveness.” You told him, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. “I told you before, I don’t want you just buying us things.” You reminded him of the first day in the apartment.
“I know. These were apology gifts.” He explained. “I promise I won’t disappear again, I’ll answer your texts, and I won’t buy forgiveness when I’m an ass.” He told you, watching as you put the flowers in water.
“Okay. If you say so.” Your walls were up. You weren’t going to get your hopes up.
“I’ll prove it to you.” He added. “Let me show you?” He asked.
You sighed and looked at him. “How?” You leaned your hands on the counter behind you. “How can you show me?”
He searched your eyes. “By letting me in.” He said softly.
You bit your lip, letting your shoulders drop. “And if you hurt us again?” Your voice wavered, your hand rubbing your very tiny bump.
“I won’t.” He said so confidently, you nearly believed him on the spot. “I may be a jerk at times, but I keep my promises.” He hated that he’d made you pull away from him so badly. “Let me take it day by day.”
You shrugged a shoulder. “Okay. One more chance. Only because the kids love you so much.” You sighed. “And Maggie asks for you. A lot. Like, as soon as she wakes up.” You told him, hearing little feet making their way towards the kitchen.
“We play now?” Maggie crashed into Oliver’s legs per usual. “Laurel got me a new tea set.”
Oliver gasped. “Did she? I make the best tea you know.” He offered her his hand. “Take me to your room?” He smiled. She tugged as hard as she could and led him away.
You sighed heavily, really hoping he’d change. You couldn’t deal with another fallout. You looked at the flowers and pulled out your phone, texting Laurel. Is Oliver possible of changing? He showed up with flowers, and something for each of the kids. Making promises not to disappear again.
She took a moment. He rarely apologizes so I would consider it sincere.
Hearing that honestly helped. Thank you. You heard Maggie laughing and sighed. You really hoped he kept his promise. For the sake of your kids. They adored him, and he had helped with them losing their father, moving, and adjusting.
You sat down, eyeing the flowers with a small smile. Letting out a soft sigh, you eagerly looked forward to the next day. You let that drive your emotions for the rest of the day.
Oliver stayed until both kids were asleep and came to sit by you on the couch. You let out a yawn, and he chuckled. "You're tired, and you're still out here watching TV?"
"Just this last episode!" You nudged him.
“If you say so.” He smiled. "So, are you hoping for a boy, or a girl?" He asked.
You tilted your head. “I’m not sure. I really want them to be healthy.” You shrugged. "At one point, I really wanted a handful of kids. Then they always fought, and things went south with Mark. So I didn't even think I'd have anymore."
“You’re a great mom.” He told you. “This one will turn out good, too.” He smiled. “Is it too soon to ask for a feel?”
"For them kicking? I haven't felt it from the outside just yet." You smiled back. "And thanks. There are days I feel like anything like a great mom."
He nodded. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard.” He said gently. "Tomorrow after your appointment, can I take everyone to celebrate?"
"I have work, Oliver, but thank you." You told him.
“We can be a little late.” He looked at you hopeful. "You do work for me." He reminded you.
You shook your head. "I don't want people talking at work." You shrugged. "If you're that insistent, just get dinner. I'm sure the kids would like that."
He nodded. “Okay.” He looked back at the TV. At least you weren’t telling him no altogether. “Do you want me to stay a while?” He offered. “At least to watch the rest of your show with you?” He glanced at you for a second.
You thought for a moment. “Okay. That’s fine.” You agreed, having missed his company.
He smiled widely and scooted just slightly closer to you. His arm was on the back of the couch, his feet on the coffee table.
You blushed slightly, enjoying the feeling of him close by. You found yourself leaning against him, your eyes getting heavier. He gently rubbed your arm, making you fall asleep completely. He chuckled lightly, and managed to move to lift you in his arms. You nuzzled to him cutely and he grinned. He carried you to your room and laid you down in your side. He eyed your features for a moment. He smiled at your barely there bump before covering you up.
He took a deep breath and got his stuff together before leaving. He was excited to see you again tomorrow. And to find out what you were having He’d give you a nice dinner too.
Waking up in your bed, you were confused as hell. When did you go to bed? You blinked and racked your brain, figuring you had fallen asleep on the couch. Did Oliver carry you? That was the only thing that made sense. You blushed at the thought. Then you remembered you were hours away from finding out if you were having another boy, or another girl. You quickly got up to get dressed so you could get the kids ready. You wouldn't tell them about the dinner with Oliver, wanting it to be a surprise.
Maggie was excited and had her clothes on already, despite them being mismatched. You giggled, shaking your head. “We’ll go with that today I guess.” You smiled at her. “You’re so cute.” You told her.
“I am!” She giggled and hugged your legs. “Is Oliver coming over again today?” She asked.
“I’m not sure.” You told her softly. “We can ask him tonight okay?” You offered. "For now, I need to brush your hair."
“Okay! Do it pretty! For sister!” She bounced. “She’s gonna be so pretty!” She beamed up at you.
Word Count: 1,254
Summary: Breakfast with your parents and uncle is weird, tattoos are discussed, and Dean hates that he missed so many years.
Part 2 of I'm Sorry I'm So Late
“Anyways, Dean…this is your daughter Y/N. Y/N, this is your father, Dean Winchester. And that is your Uncle Sam.”
Dean’s anger was slowly melting as you gave him a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m so late.” He chuckled awkwardly.
Your entire middle school experience had been less awkward than meeting your father. It could be felt in the air around the five of you. Thankfully, after a bit, they offered to go get another room so that you could have some time with your mother. It was agreed that you’d meet for breakfast at the diner down the road the next morning. It would be a nice, neutral, place to get some time together.
Which was why you were now sitting across from your uncle at 10am in a booth, your mother by your side, and your father across from her. “So, I was thinking that we could head back to our place. Get you each set up with a room.” Dean said halfway through breakfast. “Get Y/N enrolled in school before it starts this fall.” It was like he was telling you what was going to happen, like he had it all planned out.
Your eyes went from him to your mother. “Mom…” Living with a couple strange guys did not sound like your idea of a good time. While your mother had dated in the past it never reached the living together stage. It had always been the two of you. “Can’t we just go back to the city? To my friends. Crowley isn’t going to kidnap me again, and that’s why we left. You were worried about demons. He won’t let them hurt me.” Hell, he had texted you the night before after the guys had gone to get their room.
Dean scoffed, making you look at him. “Don’t trust a damn word he says.” He all but ground out.
“But I should trust you? A complete stranger? One who refused to hand over a silly talisman Crowley wanted to destroy for your kid?” You raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “I even told him you wouldn’t trade something for me. I was right for two days. And now you’re trying to jump into playing ‘dad’?” It made no sense.
His jaw clenched. “Do you speak to your mother that way?”
“Do you mean do I speak to her like another human being? Yes. I’m also known to be a bit sarcastic.” You gave him a sweet smile, making Sam smirk. Sam saw Dean in you and it was amusing watching the two of you interact. He would have loved to see you with John.
Your mother rubbed the top of your back a bit for reassurance. “Don’t you want to give him a chance to get to know you? Be a dad?” Her voice was calm, trying to smooth things over.
This time your unimpressed look landed on her. “Because you did that all those years ago?” You countered. “It’s always been us. You clearly could have told him about me at any point, but didn’t. Why is it now my problem?” It wasn’t fair.
It was Sam who spoke up next. “I know this is really hard for you.” You gave him a ‘no shit’ look, amusing him. “And I get being resistant against all this. So, how about a compromise?” He watched your face for a reaction. When he felt you were receptive to the idea of it, he went on. “School usually doesn’t start until the end of August or the beginning of September. It’s June. Come hang out at our place for a few weeks. Relax, all that. If you still want to go back to the city after? Go back and we can keep in touch. If you like living there we’ll get you signed up for school. You can decorate your room however you want either way. It’ll be your room.” He felt that was the best way to tackle things at that point in time.
You thought about it while you sipped your orange juice. “Can I still visit with Crowley?” He was easy to vibe with.
Sam chuckled and nodded. “Sure.” While he wasn’t a fan of you and Crowley spending time together, he knew he had to pick his battles.
“Then fine.” You agreed before turning to your mother. “If I want to go home in a few weeks, will we go home?” Being so young it wasn’t like you could just go yourself.
“Of course. And I’d like to teach you how to protect yourself from everything.” You wouldn’t always be with her and she couldn’t always protect you. “Deal?”
“Deal.” You held up your pinky with a smile.
She chuckled and looped her pinky with yours.
“I’m not a fan of you having tattoos, but I have a tattoo idea for you.” Dean told you, hoping this would help to start building a bond between the two of you. When you perked up he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s actually one Sammy and I have.”
“You want me to get a matching tattoo with you two?” You asked, confused.
“It’s a protective tattoo. Only reason I’m suggesting it.” He set his breakfast sandwich down before showing you the tattoo on his chest. “It protects you from being possessed.” He explained as he let his shirt move back into place so he could pick his sandwich back up. “Get it wherever you want.”
You had started getting tattoos at 14, but your mother had her rules: they had to be easily covered to start with (once you were 17 she said you could put them wherever you’d like), nothing offensive, nothing big, and you had to want it for at least a month before she would agree to one. At the moment you had five. “It has been a couple months since I got one.” You mused.
“How many do you have?” Sam asked, wanting to get to know you. “We just have the one each.”
“Five.” You smiled. “One on my shoulder blade that I had mom draw, this one…” You showed him one on your inner left bicep. “One on my ankle, one on my hip, and then one on my rib cage.” They were all beautiful in your mind. And small enough that if one day you wanted them covered it would be pretty easy to do. “The only time they’re all seen is when I’m in a bathing suit.”
“That was one of my rules. Any tattoo I sign for before she turns 17 need to be easily covered.” Your mother explained.
“Why would you let her get tattoos so young anyway?” Dean asked, curious. “Because I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of them.”
You rolled your eyes at that and let your mother speak. “She’s always been a responsible kid. We had a long discussion before I ever agreed to her first one, we talked about the pros and cons, I set down some rules, and she pays for them unless it’s a birthday present.” It was obvious that she was unbothered how Dean felt about your tattoos. “So, we’ll stop on the way to your dad’s house to get that done. I’ll even get it. Just to be safe.”
You gasped excitedly. “You’re going to finally get your first tattoo?!”
Dean watched and felt a pain in his chest. He missed so many years, and when you got excited he felt he got a snapshot of little you.
Summary: Bucky only needs a few things to survive being snowed in for the weekend. You. Pancakes. You. A warm fire. And more of you. Wrapped all around him.
Bucky Barnes is having a very good morning. And you, well you’re having an incredible one all because of him and his insatiable appetite.
“I can’t, come- oh fuck, please,” you slurred, fingers twisted his thick brunette locks. You’ve been begging him for what feels like hours. “Please Bucky, Ican’tIcan’t-oh god,” you choke out, your words stumbling over the moan in your throat.
Taking a deep cool breath in, your back arches off the bed and you nearly twist away. In the midst of your frantic thrashing, you get a glimpse of your beefy lumberjack and your pleasure spikes at the sight of him enjoyjng himself.
Cheerful blue eyes gaze up at you, a thin rim of blue surrounds his lust-blown pupils, his hair mussed from your hands, a damp lock of it curls across his forehead, his tongue continuing to worship you.
You don’t know what’s driving you more insane, the fact that he’s moaning as he devours your pussy or his little happy hums whenever you cry out his name.
You teeter between wanting him to give you a reprieve and for him to do that thing with the tip of his tongue again. Bucky has learned your body inside and out and he can tell you’re close, he mumbles something that sounds vaguely like good girl, I know Bunny, you’re almost there aren’t you, I got you Bunny, I got you.
Then he does the thing. That sinful fucking thing with his tongue that makes you cry out and your vision blur.
Word Count: 1,254
Summary: Breakfast with your parents and uncle is weird, tattoos are discussed, and Dean hates that he missed so many years.
Part 2 of I'm Sorry I'm So Late
“Anyways, Dean…this is your daughter Y/N. Y/N, this is your father, Dean Winchester. And that is your Uncle Sam.”
Dean’s anger was slowly melting as you gave him a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m so late.” He chuckled awkwardly.
Your entire middle school experience had been less awkward than meeting your father. It could be felt in the air around the five of you. Thankfully, after a bit, they offered to go get another room so that you could have some time with your mother. It was agreed that you’d meet for breakfast at the diner down the road the next morning. It would be a nice, neutral, place to get some time together.
Which was why you were now sitting across from your uncle at 10am in a booth, your mother by your side, and your father across from her. “So, I was thinking that we could head back to our place. Get you each set up with a room.” Dean said halfway through breakfast. “Get Y/N enrolled in school before it starts this fall.” It was like he was telling you what was going to happen, like he had it all planned out.
Your eyes went from him to your mother. “Mom…” Living with a couple strange guys did not sound like your idea of a good time. While your mother had dated in the past it never reached the living together stage. It had always been the two of you. “Can’t we just go back to the city? To my friends. Crowley isn’t going to kidnap me again, and that’s why we left. You were worried about demons. He won’t let them hurt me.” Hell, he had texted you the night before after the guys had gone to get their room.
Dean scoffed, making you look at him. “Don’t trust a damn word he says.” He all but ground out.
“But I should trust you? A complete stranger? One who refused to hand over a silly talisman Crowley wanted to destroy for your kid?” You raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “I even told him you wouldn’t trade something for me. I was right for two days. And now you’re trying to jump into playing ‘dad’?” It made no sense.
His jaw clenched. “Do you speak to your mother that way?”
“Do you mean do I speak to her like another human being? Yes. I’m also known to be a bit sarcastic.” You gave him a sweet smile, making Sam smirk. Sam saw Dean in you and it was amusing watching the two of you interact. He would have loved to see you with John.
Your mother rubbed the top of your back a bit for reassurance. “Don’t you want to give him a chance to get to know you? Be a dad?” Her voice was calm, trying to smooth things over.
This time your unimpressed look landed on her. “Because you did that all those years ago?” You countered. “It’s always been us. You clearly could have told him about me at any point, but didn’t. Why is it now my problem?” It wasn’t fair.
It was Sam who spoke up next. “I know this is really hard for you.” You gave him a ‘no shit’ look, amusing him. “And I get being resistant against all this. So, how about a compromise?” He watched your face for a reaction. When he felt you were receptive to the idea of it, he went on. “School usually doesn’t start until the end of August or the beginning of September. It’s June. Come hang out at our place for a few weeks. Relax, all that. If you still want to go back to the city after? Go back and we can keep in touch. If you like living there we’ll get you signed up for school. You can decorate your room however you want either way. It’ll be your room.” He felt that was the best way to tackle things at that point in time.
You thought about it while you sipped your orange juice. “Can I still visit with Crowley?” He was easy to vibe with.
Sam chuckled and nodded. “Sure.” While he wasn’t a fan of you and Crowley spending time together, he knew he had to pick his battles.
“Then fine.” You agreed before turning to your mother. “If I want to go home in a few weeks, will we go home?” Being so young it wasn’t like you could just go yourself.
“Of course. And I’d like to teach you how to protect yourself from everything.” You wouldn’t always be with her and she couldn’t always protect you. “Deal?”
“Deal.” You held up your pinky with a smile.
She chuckled and looped her pinky with yours.
“I’m not a fan of you having tattoos, but I have a tattoo idea for you.” Dean told you, hoping this would help to start building a bond between the two of you. When you perked up he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s actually one Sammy and I have.”
“You want me to get a matching tattoo with you two?” You asked, confused.
“It’s a protective tattoo. Only reason I’m suggesting it.” He set his breakfast sandwich down before showing you the tattoo on his chest. “It protects you from being possessed.” He explained as he let his shirt move back into place so he could pick his sandwich back up. “Get it wherever you want.”
You had started getting tattoos at 14, but your mother had her rules: they had to be easily covered to start with (once you were 17 she said you could put them wherever you’d like), nothing offensive, nothing big, and you had to want it for at least a month before she would agree to one. At the moment you had five. “It has been a couple months since I got one.” You mused.
“How many do you have?” Sam asked, wanting to get to know you. “We just have the one each.”
“Five.” You smiled. “One on my shoulder blade that I had mom draw, this one…” You showed him one on your inner left bicep. “One on my ankle, one on my hip, and then one on my rib cage.” They were all beautiful in your mind. And small enough that if one day you wanted them covered it would be pretty easy to do. “The only time they’re all seen is when I’m in a bathing suit.”
“That was one of my rules. Any tattoo I sign for before she turns 17 need to be easily covered.” Your mother explained.
“Why would you let her get tattoos so young anyway?” Dean asked, curious. “Because I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of them.”
You rolled your eyes at that and let your mother speak. “She’s always been a responsible kid. We had a long discussion before I ever agreed to her first one, we talked about the pros and cons, I set down some rules, and she pays for them unless it’s a birthday present.” It was obvious that she was unbothered how Dean felt about your tattoos. “So, we’ll stop on the way to your dad’s house to get that done. I’ll even get it. Just to be safe.”
You gasped excitedly. “You’re going to finally get your first tattoo?!”
Dean watched and felt a pain in his chest. He missed so many years, and when you got excited he felt he got a snapshot of little you.
fighting the monday blues with steve x single mom!reader thoughts...
i'm just thinking about reader who hasn't slept with anyone in... god, you can't even remember how long. life became work and daycare pickups and doctor's appointments and making sure you had dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets stocked in the freezer.
somewhere along the way, you stopped thinking about yourself as someone who could be wanted.
and then steve harrington happens.
this ridiculously handsome, ridiculously thoughtful guy who's technically a whole five years younger than you.
"what?" he'd laughed when you brought up the age difference. "c'mon, we're basically the same age."
easy for him to say when he looks like that.
you keep trying to convince yourself it would never work anyway. he's gorgeous, charming, effortlessly good with people. women probably throw themselves at him.
meanwhile, your life comes with baggage: a kid who isn't his and a calendar built around school drop-offs and bedtime routines.
you assume that, eventually, he'll realize this isn't the kind of life he pictured for himself.
except steve doesn't see a list of reasons why it won't work.
he sees you.
and then, somehow, before you can even process it, he's gone and won over your daughter too.
you find him sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, letting her attempt to braid his floppy hair while she giggles herself silly. she tugs a little too hard and he throws his head back dramatically.
“owww, you're so mean to me.”
she erupts into laughter, immediately asking if she can try again.
“i guess,” he sighs dramatically, “if i have to.”
those stupid, warm brown eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at your daughter, looking at her like she’s the most important person in the room.
which, to him, she is.
and so is her mom.
you keep waiting for the catch. for steve to realize there's a whole world beyond yours—a world where he gets to be young and carefree and unburdened, instead of choosing a life that already comes with so many responsibilities.
and every time he looks at you with that soft, awestruck expression, you have to look away because surely this isn’t real. no one has ever looked at you like that before.
yet despite your best efforts to push him away before things can get any more serious...
he gets you into bed.
it's terrifying.
you're more nervous than you've ever been with anyone—even more than your first time—because this isn't just about being physically vulnerable anymore.
it's the way he looks at you.
at the scars and stretch marks. the body that carried your daughter, that carried you through the hardest years of your life. the body you've spent the last decade treating like something practical, something that only mattered because it kept you moving.
never something to be cherished or wanted.
except steve doesn't look at you like that.
his gaze is nothing short of overwhelming.
there's an intensity to it that makes your heart stumble, something instinctive and undeniably hungry, but it's softened by so much warmth and affection that you can't bear to meet his eyes.
you glance away, folding your arms across your stomach and trying to make yourself a little smaller.
except steve won't let you disappear.
he waits.
gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, kisses your cheek while he’s got two fingers lazily fingering your pussy, stroking deep and knowing and good because “I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me, hm?”
and oh, did you mention he was hung, too?
stretches you to the limit every time. he can fuck you for hours, though he makes you come at least three times before he even thinks about pulling his dick out.
and when he tells you you're beautiful in bed with a completely straight face, you believe he means it.
it's not a line. he says it the way someone says the sky is blue.
like it's simply, undeniably true.
and he's just... too much.
because the men you've been with before never paid even a fraction of the attention he does. no one slowed down long enough to notice when you got tense, or checked in just because they wanted to know how you were feeling.
but steve does. constantly.
he notices every tiny shift in your expression, every shaky breath and every little gasp.
he's endlessly patient with you, spending hours on his knees at the foot of your bed, blinking up at you with his nose buried in your pussy. cheeks tinged pink, glistening with your slick, hair a complete mess because he'd wanted you to stop worrying about being so careful with him. because he'd wanted you to grip onto him and show him what felt good.
and the whole time, he's looking at you with this expression that's almost impossible to describe.
wonder and gratitude. a kind of open, wholehearted adoration that feels too big to hold.
like he's trying to memorize the details of this moment because he still can't believe he gets to love you.
and all you can think is...
how?
how could someone so kind, so heartbreakingly good, look at you like you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to him?
what you don't realize is that he looks at you and wonders the exact same thing.
Word Count: 1,254
Summary: Breakfast with your parents and uncle is weird, tattoos are discussed, and Dean hates that he missed so many years.
Part 2 of I'm Sorry I'm So Late
“Anyways, Dean…this is your daughter Y/N. Y/N, this is your father, Dean Winchester. And that is your Uncle Sam.”
Dean’s anger was slowly melting as you gave him a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m so late.” He chuckled awkwardly.
Your entire middle school experience had been less awkward than meeting your father. It could be felt in the air around the five of you. Thankfully, after a bit, they offered to go get another room so that you could have some time with your mother. It was agreed that you’d meet for breakfast at the diner down the road the next morning. It would be a nice, neutral, place to get some time together.
Which was why you were now sitting across from your uncle at 10am in a booth, your mother by your side, and your father across from her. “So, I was thinking that we could head back to our place. Get you each set up with a room.” Dean said halfway through breakfast. “Get Y/N enrolled in school before it starts this fall.” It was like he was telling you what was going to happen, like he had it all planned out.
Your eyes went from him to your mother. “Mom…” Living with a couple strange guys did not sound like your idea of a good time. While your mother had dated in the past it never reached the living together stage. It had always been the two of you. “Can’t we just go back to the city? To my friends. Crowley isn’t going to kidnap me again, and that’s why we left. You were worried about demons. He won’t let them hurt me.” Hell, he had texted you the night before after the guys had gone to get their room.
Dean scoffed, making you look at him. “Don’t trust a damn word he says.” He all but ground out.
“But I should trust you? A complete stranger? One who refused to hand over a silly talisman Crowley wanted to destroy for your kid?” You raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “I even told him you wouldn’t trade something for me. I was right for two days. And now you’re trying to jump into playing ‘dad’?” It made no sense.
His jaw clenched. “Do you speak to your mother that way?”
“Do you mean do I speak to her like another human being? Yes. I’m also known to be a bit sarcastic.” You gave him a sweet smile, making Sam smirk. Sam saw Dean in you and it was amusing watching the two of you interact. He would have loved to see you with John.
Your mother rubbed the top of your back a bit for reassurance. “Don’t you want to give him a chance to get to know you? Be a dad?” Her voice was calm, trying to smooth things over.
This time your unimpressed look landed on her. “Because you did that all those years ago?” You countered. “It’s always been us. You clearly could have told him about me at any point, but didn’t. Why is it now my problem?” It wasn’t fair.
It was Sam who spoke up next. “I know this is really hard for you.” You gave him a ‘no shit’ look, amusing him. “And I get being resistant against all this. So, how about a compromise?” He watched your face for a reaction. When he felt you were receptive to the idea of it, he went on. “School usually doesn’t start until the end of August or the beginning of September. It’s June. Come hang out at our place for a few weeks. Relax, all that. If you still want to go back to the city after? Go back and we can keep in touch. If you like living there we’ll get you signed up for school. You can decorate your room however you want either way. It’ll be your room.” He felt that was the best way to tackle things at that point in time.
You thought about it while you sipped your orange juice. “Can I still visit with Crowley?” He was easy to vibe with.
Sam chuckled and nodded. “Sure.” While he wasn’t a fan of you and Crowley spending time together, he knew he had to pick his battles.
“Then fine.” You agreed before turning to your mother. “If I want to go home in a few weeks, will we go home?” Being so young it wasn’t like you could just go yourself.
“Of course. And I’d like to teach you how to protect yourself from everything.” You wouldn’t always be with her and she couldn’t always protect you. “Deal?”
“Deal.” You held up your pinky with a smile.
She chuckled and looped her pinky with yours.
“I’m not a fan of you having tattoos, but I have a tattoo idea for you.” Dean told you, hoping this would help to start building a bond between the two of you. When you perked up he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s actually one Sammy and I have.”
“You want me to get a matching tattoo with you two?” You asked, confused.
“It’s a protective tattoo. Only reason I’m suggesting it.” He set his breakfast sandwich down before showing you the tattoo on his chest. “It protects you from being possessed.” He explained as he let his shirt move back into place so he could pick his sandwich back up. “Get it wherever you want.”
You had started getting tattoos at 14, but your mother had her rules: they had to be easily covered to start with (once you were 17 she said you could put them wherever you’d like), nothing offensive, nothing big, and you had to want it for at least a month before she would agree to one. At the moment you had five. “It has been a couple months since I got one.” You mused.
“How many do you have?” Sam asked, wanting to get to know you. “We just have the one each.”
“Five.” You smiled. “One on my shoulder blade that I had mom draw, this one…” You showed him one on your inner left bicep. “One on my ankle, one on my hip, and then one on my rib cage.” They were all beautiful in your mind. And small enough that if one day you wanted them covered it would be pretty easy to do. “The only time they’re all seen is when I’m in a bathing suit.”
“That was one of my rules. Any tattoo I sign for before she turns 17 need to be easily covered.” Your mother explained.
“Why would you let her get tattoos so young anyway?” Dean asked, curious. “Because I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of them.”
You rolled your eyes at that and let your mother speak. “She’s always been a responsible kid. We had a long discussion before I ever agreed to her first one, we talked about the pros and cons, I set down some rules, and she pays for them unless it’s a birthday present.” It was obvious that she was unbothered how Dean felt about your tattoos. “So, we’ll stop on the way to your dad’s house to get that done. I’ll even get it. Just to be safe.”
You gasped excitedly. “You’re going to finally get your first tattoo?!”
Dean watched and felt a pain in his chest. He missed so many years, and when you got excited he felt he got a snapshot of little you.
Pairing: Future Daryl x Winchester!Reader
Word count: 2,087
Summary: You lay eyes on Daryl for the first time since that one night.
Part 8 of Two Hours West
Daryl somehow got roped into taking his cousin to the mall. How this seemed appealing was beyond him. “Can’t I just drop ya off and pick ya up?” He asked.
The young blonde laughed and shook her head. “Nope.”
“You’re lucky you’re my favorite cousin, Beth.” He pulled her close with a playful headlock. “Alright, where to first?”
“I wanna go look at some clothes.” Beth said, pulling him along.
Daryl rolled his eyes. “I figured as much but where?” He came to a halt, laughing as Beth continued to try and pull him. “Come on you must have some idea where you wanna go first?”
Beth stopped and thought for a second. “There’s this cute little store near the front of the mall. They have some really nice stuff in there.”
“All right we’ll go there first.” Daryl smiled at her and they set off for the store.
Carrying Cheyenne and the clothes you wanted to get her were a bit difficult at times. You were also trying to keep her from pulling everything off their hangers. “How about we go in the little book area and you can run around?” You chuckled as you made your way to the small area that was a lot more child friendly. Setting her down on the floor, you stretched your back as she went straight to the dolls.
You looked at her, a smile on her face as she played with the dolls. A tap on your shoulder scared you, causing you to let out a small shriek. You spun around to come face to face with Sam and Dean, the both of them laughing at your reaction.
“You should have seen your face.” Dean choked out, red in the face from laughter.
You glared at him. “What are you two doing here? I thought you were gonna go to some other shops for a bit.”
“Nothing we wanted to do. Thought we would come and spend some time with our favourite sister.” Sam slung his arm around your shoulder.
You nudged him gently. “I’m your only sister.” You looked at the both of them. “Well seeing as you are here you can be helpful. Sam, keep an eye on your niece. Dean go ask the sale assistant if they have this in Cheyenne’s size.” You tossed him an adorable jacket that was a few sizes too big. “I am gonna find some more bits for her okay?”
“Okay.” They both agreed. Dean took the jacket and made his way to the nearest sale assistant, well the one he had been looking at since he entered the store. Sam sat down with Chey and started to play with her. You laughed at the comical sight of your giant of a brother surrounded by such tiny furniture.
After a moment, you left the pair of them alone, enjoying listening to her giggle.
Daryl was out of his element as Beth dragged him through the store. “Ain’t you got enough clothes?” He asked.
She laughed. “You’ll understand when you have a daughter. There is no such thing!” Her attention was grabbed when she saw a shirt that she really liked. “Oh! Cute!” Beth made her way towards the display.
Sighing, he shook his head to follow. “Kids ain’t my thing.” He muttered. With how his childhood was, he just couldn’t see himself as a father.
“Come on Daryl, keep up.” Beth shouted over. Daryl started to hurry up, his mind wandering. He suddenly heard a child laughing, the sound automatically pulling him from his thoughts. He look around briefly, having lost sight of Beth, only to see a little girl sat on her dad’s lap.
He almost couldn’t look away, she was adorable. She was so close to what he had expected a child of his to look like, she even had eyes so similar to his own. He shook his head, clearing his mind of his thoughts. He spoke to himself quietly. “What is up with me today?”
You were passing by a young blonde, looking through the items you had picked for Cheyenne, and didn’t hear your phone drop. “Excuse me? Ma’am?”
Turning, you were met with the same blonde, smiling. “Yes?” You smiled back.
She held out your phone. “You dropped this.” She shrugged. “I know how stressful it can be when you can’t find your phone.”
You chuckled and nodded. “It is. Thank you.” Taking your phone, you kept it in your hand. “Have a good one.” You gave her a small wave before walking back to where Cheyenne and Sam were.
“Mommy!” She grinned, holding up a cute doll. It was a ballerina with her hair color. “Mine!”
Sam chuckled. “I told her I’d get it for her.”
“Aw thanks Sammy. Chey did you say thank you?” You leant down to her level, taking in her bright smile.
“Yes Mommy.” She said, holding out her arms to be picked up. You reached to pick her up when Sam suddenly swooped down and grabbed her, lifting her up into his arms.
“NEVER! She’s mine.” Sam exclaimed, grinning as Chey started to laugh at her uncle’s antics. You couldn’t help but laugh, letting Sam carry her towards the tills.
Chey saw Dean and grinned. “Unca Dean!!” She reached for him, wiggling her fingers.
Daryl had turned when he heard ‘never’, and froze. He caught a glimpse of your face, but not enough to be completely sure. There was no way, as you said you moved a lot. Shaking it off, he turned back to Beth, who was still looking for shirts.
Feeling eyes on you, you looked around, but figured you were imagining things. Looking towards the boys again, you smiled as They was on Dean’s shoulders.
“I’ll be right back.” Sam told you, heading towards the store’s bathrooms.
“Okay.” You nodded. “We’ll meet you right outside the store.”
“Ow, ow.” Dean winced. “Y/N, your spawn is going to make me bald here. Help?” He chuckled lightly.
“Hey don’t blame my baby girl for you getting old.” You laughed moving to grab Chey from his shoulders. “That’s why you’re balding.”
“I will have you know that I am in the prime of life.” Chey was soon detached from his hair. “This little madam here is the one aging me.” Chey’s arms went out to you wanting to be removed from her uncle’s shoulders.
“Well she does like to keep us all on our toes, don’t ya?” You asked Chey as she settled into your arms. She was always sneaking off places and getting herself into trouble, she was so young and yet she was already a handful for the three of you.
“Look at her mother.” Dean said smirking. “You were just as bad when you were young. Certainly gave Dad a few grey hairs with the frights you gave him.”
You turned your face to look at Chey. “Don’t you be turning me grey missy.” Chey just giggled at you mischievously. “Oh, boy.” You chuckled lightly.
“Unca Sam!” She perked up when the tall hunter was in her sights.
Smiling, you turned to look towards him and froze. “Sis?” Dean looked at you, worried.
“Daryl.” You told him quietly.
Dean looked at you confused. “Wait, what?” He looked around, to quickly to really be able to take in anyone’s face. “Where?”
You grabbed a hold of his jacket and pulled him close. Your hand reached up to grab a hold of his chin and point his face in the direction of Daryl. You could tell the moment Dean saw him, Dean’s whole body tensed, his jaw clenched underneath your fingertips as he stared at the father of his niece.
“What is he doing here?” You felt your heart speed up. Here he was after all this time, all the times of searching for him and now you didn’t know what to do, what to say. Should you say anything? You had to didn’t you? But what if he didn’t believe you? What if he didn’t remember you? All these possibilities went running through your mind, until one terrifying thought stuck in your head. What if he rejected your daughter? How would you explain that to her? In all this time it had never occurred to you the damage it might do if he knew about her but just didn’t care.
You were snapped from your thoughts as Dean moved closer to Daryl, making Sam look at him funny. “Where’s he going?” He asked.
“Daryl!” Dean snapped, and Sam’s mood shifted, as well.
Daryl turned, looking towards Dean. “Do I know ya?” He asked, confused.
Dean glared. “No, but you know my baby sister.” He all but growled. “I’m not about to make a scene right here, but I will sure as hell be right outside this store. Waiting for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Stepping aside, he kept his eyes on Daryl. “Y/N.” Daryl’s blue eyes shot to where you were, holding Cheyenne close. Sam looked terrifying with how angry he was.
“Y/N?” Daryl couldn’t believe it was actually it was you, after all this time. He went to take a step towards you but Dean put his hand in the way, block him from you.
“I told you not in the store. Outside. We’ll be waiting.” Dean quickly turned back to you. “You got everything you need Y/N/N?” You nodded still in shock. Dean ushered you towards the front of the store, Sam trailing behind the three of you.
As you walked outside the store you quickly made your way to the nearest bench, sitting down placing Chey on the seat next to you. You were terrified, Sam, Dean and Chey could tell. Chey shuffled closer to you, hugging your close, comforting you the only way she knew how.
“Mommy, you okay?” Chey held onto you, staring up at you, concern written on her features.
You gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I’ll be okay, baby girl.” You kissed her forehead. “How about I have Uncle Sam take you to get your ice cream?” Your eyes went to him. The ice cream stand wasn’t too far off, but this way if Dean got any angrier, she wasn’t right there.
Sam sighed, wanting to be there, but also knowing that you didn’t want Cheyenne to see you upset. “Come on, let’s get you your ice cream.” He held out his hand for her, smiling when she slid down and her small hand gripped his finger.
“Bye, mommy!” She waved, tugging Sam as hard as she could.
Dean sat where she had just been and you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Please no getting arrested today…” You groaned, not putting it past him.
“That’s up to him.” Dean grabbed a hold of your hand, turning slightly to kiss the top of your head and it rested on his shoulder. “You sure you’re up for this?”
You pulled back from him, an annoyed expression on your face. “Not like I have much choice now.” Dean looked back at you, sending you a sheepish look. “It’s okay, Dean. It was now or never. Look how long it took us to find him this time. Next time we saw him, Chey could have been graduating.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah we don’t have the best luck when it comes to finding people, do we?”
“Just try not to kill him. It would suck if he died after all this time.” You placed your head back on Dean’s shoulder, seeking the comfort only your older brother could give you.
“I won’t kill him. I will just hurt him…a lot.” You struck his chest with your hand, chuckling as Dean grunted in pain. “Fine I won’t hurt him, but so help me if he hurts you or Chey…”
“I won’t.” You and Dean looked up, neither of you had noticed Daryl had come out of the store.
Daryl was chewing on his lip, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Beth, how’s about you get somethin’ to eat.” He glanced to her.
“Uncle Dar–” She started to argue, but stopped when he gave her a look. “Okay.” She nodded.
Once she was a bit away, he moved closer. “I’m takin’ it this isn’t exactly a good reunion?” He looked between you and Dean. “Especially with how he looks like he’s about to shank me.”
You sat up straight and took a breath. “I don’t know what this is just yet.”
Pairing: Thor x reader
Word count: 21,714
Summary: You have a one night stand with Thor, the son of a notorious crime family. When you find out you are pregnant you're forced into marrying him. Your life is never the same as you are thrust into his world.
Warnings: Choking, stabbing, unplanned pregnancy, violence, forced marriage, death, miscarriage, car bomb
It's Thor's?
Dinner
Loki
Meeting the Parents
I Do
Tiny Odinson
Relx, Sister
Apologies
Hela
Girl's Night
Started with Bloodshed
Please Do
Late Night Talk
Boss
Word count: 1,012
Summary: You are now officially a Stark
Part 6 of Dropping In
Two weeks later, Tony all but gave you a heart attack as you came down for breakfast. “It’s official!” He all but yelled as you walked into the kitchen. “You are now Y/N Stark!”
You had your hand on your chest. “Jesus Christ!” You stared at him. “How much coffee have you had already?!” Him being this perky in the morning wasn’t usual.
“A few, but I’m just so excited.” He beamed. “I’m a dad, and there were no diapers involved!”
That made you laugh. He looked like a big kid at that moment. “Would it make you happy for me to call you ‘dad’?” You asked, moving to get yourself something to eat.
“Go get dressed. I’m taking you out to celebrate.” He was all but bouncing in place. “And, actually it would.”
“Uh, sure. Just us, or the team?” You wondered. You’d be okay with either, but you were curious. So far you’d only gone out with the whole team, or just Nat. So if it was just the two of you, that would be very new.
“Just us. Unless you’d prefer the whole team?” It was clear he was hoping to get this time with you. “Because I can get JARVIS to get them to come.”
Giving him a small smile, you shook your head. “No, breakfast with just my dad sounds good.” You assured him. “Meet you in the lobby in ten?”
“See you there.”
Walking out of the tower, you were aware of the people glancing your way, but did your best to ignore them. You wouldn’t always have someone with you when out and about, especially as you were about to be an adult. You had your whole life ahead of you, afterall. Once in the car, you looked at him. “How did you get used to people always looking at you?” You asked.
He thought for a moment. “I’m a major extravert, who does what he wants, when he wants. People watching be damned.” It just didn’t bother him. “I’m confident in who I am, so whatever they’re thinking doesn’t ever bother me.”
“Lucky.” You sighed, letting your head fall back. “I wish that was something I could learn, but I think that’s something you’re born with.”
“You were the quiet kid in school, weren’t you? The one who kept to herself and hated attention.” His voice was soft, and kind.
You rolled your head so you could look at him. “I was the weird comic book kid. What do you think?” Of course you were the quiet kid! “I mean, I did have friends that I was able to relax with, but that was just a small group. That’s way different than someone taking my picture and selling it to a tabloid.” It wasn’t even in the same realm in your opinion.
Tony nodded at that. “Did you know I wasn’t always like this? So loud, out there, and so flashy?”
“I saw bits of you before that in the movies, but very little.” You admitted, thinking to when he showed how some invention of his could show memories. “Most of what’s shown is you being confident to the point of cockiness at times, sassy as all hell, and doing what you think is right.”
“Well, those points are wrong, either.” He laughed, clearly amused. “But it was all fake to begin with. It was my armor, before ya know…the suits.”
“Are you honestly telling me ‘fake it til you make it’?” You raised an eyebrow at him. That would sound so weird coming from him.
He shrugged. “More like act until you realize that people will think what they want. Then it’s not an act. It’s you being you.” If anything, he hoped this at least helped you come up with your own ideas on how to deal with the public life. “Or you can always just channel me. Think to yourself ‘what would my dad do’? You can either run with it, or do the complete opposite. Whichever you feel would work better in that moment.”
That honestly sounded better than ‘fake it til you make it’. “So, WWDD instead of WWJD?” You teased, making him smirk. “That might work.” You mused, rolling your head back so you were looking at the roof of the car. “There’s a slight problem with that, though.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re a ladies man. I’m sorry, I don’t take after you like that. I like guys.”
After a moment of silence, the two of you both cracked up at your lame joke. “Please don’t make me a grandfather anytime soon. Let me get used to fatherhood, okay?” He nudged your foot gently.
“Oh, because the guys are just lining up to court me.” You snorted. “And I’ll need to be extra cautious in this world. If I guy shows interest I won’t know if it’s for me or because of the Stark name.”
He nodded knowingly. “Yeah, I know how that goes.” He sighed. “I think that’s part of why it’s just easier to date models and never get too serious.” At least being Iron Man kept him busy. “Hey, I’ll do background checks on any guys that come around. Deal?”
Smiling over at him as the car stopped, you nodded. “Deal.” You agreed, but knew that really wouldn’t tell you if they were just after you because of the Stark name.
You rolled your eyes as you ate. People were taking pictures of the two of you and not being sly about it. “Should I start caring about how I dress?” You asked. “I’m usually a graphic-tee and jeans kind of person.”
“Don’t change what you wear.” He said firmly. “You dress in whatever makes you comfortable. Hell, you might start a trend. Y/N Stark wearing graphic-tees and jeans might make everyone start wearing them more.” He recalled seeing covers of magazines covering them before. “If you decide you want to play with your style, go ahead.”
“Thanks.” You smiled. “For what it’s worth, you’re already a pretty damn good dad in my book.”
Pairing: Eventual Bucky/Reader
Word count: 1,173
Summary: Bucky sends you food, visits your second job, and you and Hux talk about you having a stalker.
Part 2 of His Angel
That concert had been…an experience. Him, Sam, and Steve stuck out like sore thumbs. The venue was mostly teenage girls, their mothers, women in their twenties, and a few dads here and there. He’d caught a few glimpses of you here and there as you sang your heart out. You were a breath of fresh air wrapped in pink. It left him wondering what perfume you used. Was it candy? Was it baked goods? Was it something from nature? One day he would find out. And make sure you had every variation you could ever want.
The three of them left before the end of the concert, having other work to do. Bucky owned a club he needed to check in on, for one. He’d check in on you again soon.
It had been a few weeks since that box arrived, and you had no idea that your mystery man had been watching you. Just like the day the box arrived, you had to work both shifts that day. So when you were about to leave your first job and head to your second, you were surprised to have a delivery. At your job. “Y/N? There’s a delivery guy here for you. Whatever he has smells amazing.” Your coworker told you as you grabbed your purse from the break room.
“I’ll be right there. Thanks.” Did Kat order you lunch again? There had been a couple times over the past couple years where she had a really good tipper and surprised you with lunch. “Hi, you have a delivery for me?”
The delivery man smiled at you. “Here you go.” He handed you the drink and bag of food, stopping you when he saw you reach for your purse. “No tip needed, it’s been taken care of. Enjoy.” Judging by his tone it had been a very good tip. No delivery person was that happy in New York.
Sipping your drink, you headed out the front door. You’d eat on the way. Once you were at the bus stop you were able to pull out the half sub from the bag, and spotted fries, as well. The food did smell amazing. And when you unwrapped the sub you knew it had been pricy. It looked like it cost more than what you would be able to pay for a single food item. Your stomach grumbled as you took that first bite. If you hadn’t been given this you wouldn’t have eaten until you got home that night.
Bucky was at your second job when you walked in. He watched as you smiled at another waitress, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He wasn’t in your section, having already been served, but this was a good way to be able to watch you. Moments later you disappeared into the back to change. He wondered if you liked your sub. Finding out your favorite foods wasn’t an easy task. You rarely posted food on social media, so he couldn’t go off that. It was slightly frustrating. He did enjoy seeing your life that way, however. You had a few friends it seemed, and your smile was bright in every picture you posted that you were in. From your Instagram he gathered that you had a very big personality.
Maybe 10 minutes later you were back out and getting to work. He could tell you were tired but you didn’t let that affect your work. At least he had stopped you from trying to work more. Getting another job would send you straight into burnout.
When you got home that evening, you saw Kat and Hux cuddled up on the couch. “Your mystery man struck again.” She told you, eyes never leaving the television. “There’s pizza on the counter and a box on your bed.”
Hux looked at you. “You aren’t creeped out?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Because most women would hate things like this. It’s creepy.”
You shrugged. “There’s nothing I can really do about it.” You pointed out. “What, should I go to the cops and tell them some guy is sending me food and gifts?” In what universe would that lead to anything happening? They’d likely laugh you right out of the station. And then they would likely randomly joke about the woman who had been worried about receiving money, food, and gifts. You did have to admit, that wallet was super cute.
He nodded with a look on his face that said he didn’t like it. “True. Well, let me know if you ever need help. I have some uncles that my mother pretends don’t exist who would be happy to help.”
That made you pause, eyebrows shooting up. “Uh, thanks?” You chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You agreed. “And you guys are more than welcome to help me eat this pizza. I won’t eat the whole thing.” Having them benefit from this worked out. They were your friends and you wanted them to be treated nicely, too.
“Thanks!” They both said at the same time as you opened the pizza box, making you laugh.
Pizza in hand you made your way to your bedroom. You were beyond curious to see what he had sent this time. That thought made you pause. You assumed it was a ‘he’ based on that handwriting, but you could be way off. What if it was a woman who simply had rough handwriting? There was no rule that women needed neat handwriting. There were so many questions just simply piling up and no way to get answers.
Sitting on the side of your bed, you noted it was a smaller box. With no postage or even your address. Just your name. That told you that it was hand delivered. Why did that feel more off putting than having it mailed? “Let’s do this.” You muttered around a bite of pizza. Licking your lips you ripped open the box to find a credit card with your name on it, a note, and a new cellphone.
Cut back the hours on one of your jobs and use this. It’s covered. Also, my number is already in the new phone. Anything you need…text me.
-B
Your eyes darted to the phone just in time to see it light up with a text message. It was a much nicer phone than you could have ever bought yourself, that was for damn sure. Lifting it from the box you unlocked it and read the text.
Sleep well.
The contact name was simply ‘B’. “Who are you?” Your voice was just above a whisper. While you could just call him, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t pick up.
Your fingers hovered above the keyboard as you tried to figure out what the hell to write back. Finally, you quickly wrote out Uh, thanks? But who are you and why are you doing all this? Now you had to hope he would even answer you. Until you had proof otherwise, you would be referring to this person as ‘he’.
Pairing: Eventual Bucky/Reader
Word count: 1,173
Summary: Bucky sends you food, visits your second job, and you and Hux talk about you having a stalker.
Part 2 of His Angel
That concert had been…an experience. Him, Sam, and Steve stuck out like sore thumbs. The venue was mostly teenage girls, their mothers, women in their twenties, and a few dads here and there. He’d caught a few glimpses of you here and there as you sang your heart out. You were a breath of fresh air wrapped in pink. It left him wondering what perfume you used. Was it candy? Was it baked goods? Was it something from nature? One day he would find out. And make sure you had every variation you could ever want.
The three of them left before the end of the concert, having other work to do. Bucky owned a club he needed to check in on, for one. He’d check in on you again soon.
It had been a few weeks since that box arrived, and you had no idea that your mystery man had been watching you. Just like the day the box arrived, you had to work both shifts that day. So when you were about to leave your first job and head to your second, you were surprised to have a delivery. At your job. “Y/N? There’s a delivery guy here for you. Whatever he has smells amazing.” Your coworker told you as you grabbed your purse from the break room.
“I’ll be right there. Thanks.” Did Kat order you lunch again? There had been a couple times over the past couple years where she had a really good tipper and surprised you with lunch. “Hi, you have a delivery for me?”
The delivery man smiled at you. “Here you go.” He handed you the drink and bag of food, stopping you when he saw you reach for your purse. “No tip needed, it’s been taken care of. Enjoy.” Judging by his tone it had been a very good tip. No delivery person was that happy in New York.
Sipping your drink, you headed out the front door. You’d eat on the way. Once you were at the bus stop you were able to pull out the half sub from the bag, and spotted fries, as well. The food did smell amazing. And when you unwrapped the sub you knew it had been pricy. It looked like it cost more than what you would be able to pay for a single food item. Your stomach grumbled as you took that first bite. If you hadn’t been given this you wouldn’t have eaten until you got home that night.
Bucky was at your second job when you walked in. He watched as you smiled at another waitress, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He wasn’t in your section, having already been served, but this was a good way to be able to watch you. Moments later you disappeared into the back to change. He wondered if you liked your sub. Finding out your favorite foods wasn’t an easy task. You rarely posted food on social media, so he couldn’t go off that. It was slightly frustrating. He did enjoy seeing your life that way, however. You had a few friends it seemed, and your smile was bright in every picture you posted that you were in. From your Instagram he gathered that you had a very big personality.
Maybe 10 minutes later you were back out and getting to work. He could tell you were tired but you didn’t let that affect your work. At least he had stopped you from trying to work more. Getting another job would send you straight into burnout.
When you got home that evening, you saw Kat and Hux cuddled up on the couch. “Your mystery man struck again.” She told you, eyes never leaving the television. “There’s pizza on the counter and a box on your bed.”
Hux looked at you. “You aren’t creeped out?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Because most women would hate things like this. It’s creepy.”
You shrugged. “There’s nothing I can really do about it.” You pointed out. “What, should I go to the cops and tell them some guy is sending me food and gifts?” In what universe would that lead to anything happening? They’d likely laugh you right out of the station. And then they would likely randomly joke about the woman who had been worried about receiving money, food, and gifts. You did have to admit, that wallet was super cute.
He nodded with a look on his face that said he didn’t like it. “True. Well, let me know if you ever need help. I have some uncles that my mother pretends don’t exist who would be happy to help.”
That made you pause, eyebrows shooting up. “Uh, thanks?” You chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You agreed. “And you guys are more than welcome to help me eat this pizza. I won’t eat the whole thing.” Having them benefit from this worked out. They were your friends and you wanted them to be treated nicely, too.
“Thanks!” They both said at the same time as you opened the pizza box, making you laugh.
Pizza in hand you made your way to your bedroom. You were beyond curious to see what he had sent this time. That thought made you pause. You assumed it was a ‘he’ based on that handwriting, but you could be way off. What if it was a woman who simply had rough handwriting? There was no rule that women needed neat handwriting. There were so many questions just simply piling up and no way to get answers.
Sitting on the side of your bed, you noted it was a smaller box. With no postage or even your address. Just your name. That told you that it was hand delivered. Why did that feel more off putting than having it mailed? “Let’s do this.” You muttered around a bite of pizza. Licking your lips you ripped open the box to find a credit card with your name on it, a note, and a new cellphone.
Cut back the hours on one of your jobs and use this. It’s covered. Also, my number is already in the new phone. Anything you need…text me.
-B
Your eyes darted to the phone just in time to see it light up with a text message. It was a much nicer phone than you could have ever bought yourself, that was for damn sure. Lifting it from the box you unlocked it and read the text.
Sleep well.
The contact name was simply ‘B’. “Who are you?” Your voice was just above a whisper. While you could just call him, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t pick up.
Your fingers hovered above the keyboard as you tried to figure out what the hell to write back. Finally, you quickly wrote out Uh, thanks? But who are you and why are you doing all this? Now you had to hope he would even answer you. Until you had proof otherwise, you would be referring to this person as ‘he’.
Pairing: Eventual Bucky/Reader
Word count: 1,206
Summary: Bucky finds your wallet, decides he's going to take care of you, and then decides he's your protector.
Part 1 of His Angel
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Bucky’s eyes scanned the sidewalks in front of him. The week before he’d seen a pregnant cat in the area and wanted to see if he saw her again. If he did he’d send Steve with a carrier to get her to a shelter. Yes, mob boss James Buchanan Barnes had a soft spot for cats. He wasn’t ashamed of that fact, either. He donated monthly to various shelters around the city.
A sparkle caught his eye, making him furrow his brows. Moving to it, he crouched and picked up what turned out to be a sequin wallet that had seen better days. Opening it he saw the ID of a pretty looking woman with bright Y/E/C eyes. He noted a couple loyalty cards to local discount stores, a debit card, and a piece of paper where the cash would go. Pulling it out, he furrowed his brows.
He read your bubbly writing. It told him a lot about you. “Jesus.” He breathed, realizing how close you were cutting it. One wrong move and you’d be homeless. You likely didn’t eat much, that was for sure! His eyes darted to your ID again. “Not while I have anything to say about it, Y/N.” He put the paper back and turned on his heels to head home. He would be sending your wallet back, with cash in it. He’d also be sending you various things here and there to take care of you. There was something in your face that reminded him of Steve before he buffed out. Someone who needed to be protected.
Walking in your apartment after your shift, you felt dead on your feet. You had worked both jobs that day. It was just after 11 and you had to be into work at 7 the next morning. “Hey, babes!” Your room mate (and best friend) glanced at you. “You got a package today. I put it on your bed.”
“Thanks.” You dropped your bag before slipping off your sneakers. “I work tomorrow morning, but I’ll be home for dinner. Will you?”
“No, I go in at noon tomorrow, then I’m sleeping over Hux’s.” Kat had been dating Hux for just over six months and you loved them together. You’d been floored when you were told she was dating a man whose name sounded like he came from money. The two of you did not come into contact with men like that! However, he did not. Huxley Lawson the third was a middle class guy whose parents had big dreams for him. “Why?”
“Wanted to know what to plan to make for dinner. Since it’ll just be me I know I can go simple.” In other words: sparse and cheap.
Kat chuckled and shook her head. “Just include protein!” She called after you as you made your way to your room, grinning as she heard you laugh. It was a running joke that she was the ‘dad’ of the apartment. Her father had visited once and you knew where she got the ‘protein’ from. You’d made the two of you pasta with butter and seasoning. He’d stared at your bowl and asked where the protein was. You’d told him ‘at the store’ jokingly.
Once in your room, you were curious who could have sent you something. There was no return address, but it was from someone local from what you could tell from the markings from the post office. Ripping it open you saw your wallet. “Thank God!” You breathed. You’d lost it the week before and had been hoping it would turn up so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of dealing with everything. Opening it, you gasped. There was over a grand in it. That had not been there before. You set that aside and lifted the folded note that had been under it.
Found your wallet. Don’t look for more work, you have me. Expect more.
-B
P.S. I hope I picked a good replacement for your old wallet. It had clearly seen better days!
“What. The. Fuck?” You set it aside and pulled out a new pink sparkly wallet. It was still in its plastic and everything. There was nothing else in the box. No clues to who the hell this man was. Putting everything back in the box, you just stared at it as you chewed on your lower lip. On the one hand: you needed the money, but getting another job would have worn you down even further. On the other: some strange man gave you a ton of money and wanted to what? Be your anonymous sugar daddy???
Bucky stood across the street from your building and told himself you’d be out of that shithole soon. When he saw you step out, he stood up straight. You were a burst of color in a sea of browns, greys, and blacks. You were talking to who he assumed was your roommate animatedly. In your hand was that new pink sparkly wallet he had bought you. Grinning, he let you get a few feet before crossing the street to trail you.
Now, despite his ‘career’, stalking hadn’t ever been his thing. He got around that by telling himself this wasn’t stalking. It was protection. You were an angel that needed to be kept safe. He was the one to do that. Steve and Sam were checking out your jobs to see how safe they were at the moment.
“I’m so excited!” You squealed. “Her music is so much fun.” He knew which concert you were talking about, too. He’d been seeing advertisements everywhere for it. Some local pop singer that was blowing up lately.
“Thank your mystery man.” Your best friend giggled. “We couldn’t have afforded these tickets without him.” When you’d told her what was in that package she had stared at you for a good minute or two before telling you that it was weird, but it wasn’t like you could give the money back. So, you’d spent $150 on these two tickets, stocked your kitchen with $500 worth of groceries, put some aside for emergencies, and then you had $200 for this night out. “Wonder if he’s hot.” She mused, making Bucky smirk. The two of you were in heels so catching up to you had been easy.
You snorted at that. “You’ve been reading romance books again, haven’t you?” You nudged her lightly. “No prince, mafia don, cowboy, rock star, or professional athlete is going to turn up, declare me as his and then whisk me away so I can quit one of my jobs.”
Oh, if you only knew. He thought to himself.
“Oh, you read them, too. Don’t act all innocent.” Your best friend countered. Now he wondered what books you were reading.
When you glanced at her he saw you were blushing. Ohhhh those kinds of books. Finally, the two of you were crossing the street and he was off to buy tickets to that concert. And look into romance books.
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That concert had been…an experience. Him, Sam, and Steve stuck out like sore thumbs. The venue was mostly teenage girls, their mothers, women in their twenties, and a few dads here and there. He’d caught a few glimpses of you here and there as you sang your heart out. You were a breath of fresh air wrapped in pink. It left him wondering what perfume you used. Was it candy? Was it baked goods? Was it something from nature? One day he would find out. And make sure you had every variation you could ever want.
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