Requested: No. This was for @borhapparker’s writing challenge where I had the prompt “How dare you? All of you! Standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!”. Prompt is in bold
Summary: Y/N is the one of the X-Men. What happens when she helps someone that some of the others think she shouldn’t have?
When the plane had gone down, everyone thought Warren had died. No one knew you had used your gift to shield him at the last second. That’s what had saved his life… While everyone else was fighting, you went to him. You did what you could for him in the field, but what really saved him was when you stayed with him when you convinced Professor X to let you take him back to the school to recover. He was confused when he woke up in a place he didn’t recognize and hooked up to a lot of machines, but when he saw your face beside the bed, he knew he was safe. With your help, it only took a couple days for him to fully recover in the infirmary before he was given a room across the hall from yours. Over the next couple of weeks the two of you grew closer as he decided to stay at the school as long as he would be allowed. You had already spoken to the Professor yourself to see what he thought, and he agreed with you, that he would be a good addition as long as he followed the rules and stayed on the good side. You just weren’t sure how the others would feel. You had gotten closer to him than you thought you would have in the month that you’d known him, so when you brought up the idea to a few of the others, you were surprised to see how upset it made you that they had mixed feelings about him joining the ranks.
“Absolutely not!” Scott said adamantly as he looked at you from behind his sunglasses. You could basically feel the glare from his eyes.
“Why?” you asked as you threw your hands up in the air. “There is nothing wrong with him staying here and helping us. He’s a good person!”
“Y/N! Don’t you remember where he was before this?” Jean asked you with a pointed look.
“Well obviously… I mean I WAS the one that shielded him in the jet and saved his life…” you said sarcastically. Up until this point, the only other person that had known that was the Professor.
“Excuse me, you did what?” Scott asked you as he took a step towards you.
“I said I did my job, Scott. I saved someone’s life that needed help. Do you have a problem with that,” you said in a completely calm voice as you kept a straight face, looking him in the eye.
“Are you crazy?” Jean asked you.
“I don’t think she is,” Storm chimes in. “If I had her gifts, I would have done the same thing,” she tells them as they give her a hard look. “I don’t see a problem with letting him join either. I’m on your side, Y/N. I believe he is a good person, too. I like him”
“Thank you, Storm” you tell her with a smile.
“Well, what does the Professor think about all of this?” Scott asks. Just as you were going to tell him what the Professor had told you, you hear his voice.
“I told Y/N that Warren could stay here as long as he liked. If he wants to join us, he may do so if he abides our rules,” you hear the Professor answer Scott’s question, although you’re not sure where he is.
“You can’t be serious, Professor,” Scott asks him in shock.
“Yes, Scott. I am. Warren has been nothing but kind and helpful since he has been here. He has shown me nothing but gratitude and respect as well. This is how I know he has changed and I know he would be a good addition to our team if he would like to be,” the Professor explains as you smile. You hear a floorboard creak as you look up and see Warren walk in a little more than upset.
“Warren,” you say with a smile on your face. “I was just about to come get you.”
“How dare you? All of you! Standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!” Warren spits visibly upset before he storms off in the opposite direction, running out the door and taking to the sky.
“Warren, please… Wait!” you shout as you watch him fly away. Unsure of when he would return, you turned around and made your way back to where the others were still standing together. “I hope you’re happy! Who knows where he’s gone or when he’ll be back, if he even comes back,” you angrily say as you look between Scott and Jean before you storm off to your room. And you were right, he didn’t come back that night or the next few days as well. Each day that he didn’t come back you grew more and more worried. Finally, the day he returned was one day you had asked to be left alone and you stayed in your room away from everyone else. Storm had checked on you earlier in the day but you had told her you were fine. She knew you were upset that he hadn’t come back, but she respected your wishes to be left alone and told you she’d check on you later. You lay curled up in your bed and staring out the window as you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t even sure how much time had passed since you had been in your room alone before you heard yet another knock on your door. “Go away,” you grumbled at the person on the other side. The person insisted with another knock. “Please,” you sniffled as you held back more tears. “I just want to be left alone,” you try to explain to them.
“Y/N, you need to eat… You’ve been in there all day,” you hear Storm say from the other side.
“I’m not hungry,” you say quietly as you turn your attention back to the window.
“Fine, but I’m bringing you something anyway,” she tells you. You hear her footsteps as she walks away from your door and it’s not long before you hear her opening your door and walking in with a plate of food as she sits beside you on the bed. “I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t care if you’re hungry or not. You have to eat something,” she tells you with concern. You sat up in your bed and faced her with your sad eyes. “I know you’re upset and you don’t feel like doing anything, but we care about you. You still have to take care of yourself.” You nod your head as you reach for the plate and start eating. You feel your body regaining some energy as you finish what’s on the plate and thank her.
“Thank you for this, truly, I do feel much better. But I think I still want to be alone for just a little while longer,” you tell her truthfully. She nods in understanding as she takes the plate with her when she leaves. You had just fallen asleep when you felt a hand gently running through your hair. Your eyes flutter open to see the blonde curls and blue eyes you had missed so much smiling down at you. Biting you lip, you held back the tears as you smiled back at him. “You came back.”
“I had to,” Warren tells you as he watches you sit up.
“I didn’t think you were going to.”
“I know… and I’m sorry for making you think that.”
“It’s okay… really. I’m just glad you’re back… I mean… are you back? Are you staying?” You give him a hopeful look.
“If Professor will still let me, of course I am,” he smiles as he waits to hear an answer, knowing the Professor would say something as soon as he finished speaking, as he always does.
“Of course. You are always welcome, Warren. You know that,” you hear the Professor’s voice as you see Warren’s head nod before he looks at you.
“I guess that’s your answer then.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you in a hug, surprising him as he laughs and wraps his arms around you in return. “What’s this for?”
“I missed you…” you say almost in a whisper before you barely pull back to meet his eyes. “Please don’t leave again.” He gently shakes his head no before resting his forehead against yours, smiling.
“I would never.” Things got back to normal in the next couple of days, but it was when you were walking in the grass behind the school with Warren on one of those days that you were truly surprised.
He stops walking and looks at you as if he’s unsure of something.
“Are you okay?”
“Can I ask you something and you be completely honest with me?” You nod your head at him. “Do you regret it”
“Regret what?”
“Saving me?”
“Absolutely not… why would you ask that?” He shrugs his shoulders before he continues to walk again.
“I don’t know… just talk I guess… feelings”
“Has someone said something?”
“Not really, but you know how people are. You know some of the others never wanted me here in the first place.”
“Yes, well, they have no say in the matter and if they have said or done anything I need you to tell me so we can handle it.” He shook his head no.
“No, they haven’t. I promise.”
“Can I ask you something? And you be honest with me?” you ask him as you were walking together.
“Of course… I’ll always be honest with you. You should know that,” he says as he takes your hand and pulls you in front of him. You look down at the ground before his free hand tilts your face up towards his to meet your eyes. “It’s okay. You can ask me anything. Always.” Biting your lip, you take a breath before you speak.
“Why did you come back?” You watch as a smile spreads across Warren’s face, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Honestly?” You nod your head slowly, almost hesitantly, as if you were unsure if you really wanted to know the answer. “You.” Your brow furrows in confusion as you turn away in thought before looking back at him.
“Why me?” He rests his palm against your cheek, running his thumb back and forth lightly.
“Because,” he almost whispers as he leaned his forehead against yours, your lips barely brushing against his. “I love you.” You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you hear the words and he presses his lips softly against yours. Cupping his face in your hands, you hold him close to you as he pulls back gently.
“You love me?” you ask as you feel the tears start to line your eyes. He nods his head as he smiles at you. “How long have you known this?” He bites his lip before he answers your question.
“Since I woke up in the infirmary… I… I just couldn’t… Say anything. I didn’t know how you felt… I didn’t want you to think I was crazy… I had to come back… I couldn’t be where you’re not,” he explained as he wiped away a tear that had fallen from your eye.
“Crazy thing is… I love you too,” you laugh.
“You do?”
“Yea… I was miserable when you left. I yelled at Scott and Jean for being mean about you staying… I isolated myself from everyone… I wouldn’t come out of my room basically… I wouldn’t eat the last day or so. Storm actually made me eat the day you came back. I just laid in bed staring out the window, mostly… I just wanted you here,” you confessed as he pulled you into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry I was gone so long.”
“You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
“And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He pulled back from the hug and placed a soft kiss on your lips as you smiled up at him. “Hold on tight,” he tells you with a wink. Your grip around his neck becomes tighter in response as you wonder what he’s doing. Suddenly it becomes clear when he spreads his wings and lifts you both into the sky, flying you over the school in the dusk sky. You were happy he had come back, and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Not sure who to tag for this one.... He’s a new one lol
A/N: This is my entry to @borhapparker’s writing challenge! It’s a bit different from my usual writing but I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 4,800
Warnings: None that I can think of, per se other than, I went super self indulgent, I am sorry.
Prompt: Lover by Taylor Swift
The worst thing about all the travelling and long working hours was, by far, the jet lag. Ben would never once complain about his job. He loved what he did, and he knew how incredibly lucky he was to be living this life. That didn’t mean sleepless nights didn’t suck just the same.
Something mindless had been playing on the TV for hours now, the blonde British man sat staring blankly for nearly as long. Despite the sand paper feel of his now dried out eyes, sleep was impossible. The itch for a cigarette was the only reason he found himself rising from the couch and climbing the stairs of his apartment building two by two to the roof.
Smoking in the flat was strictly prohibited. When he first moved in, he was sure that was going to be a deal breaker. It had been temporary anyways, at least that was what he had been hoping. Now it was three years later and he found he quite enjoyed the view the roof gave of his beloved city below. He was curious what it would look like this late, or early, as it was quickly approaching dawn.
And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
And at every table, I’ll save you a seat
Lover
With a crumbled brow, Ben shoved the roof access door open all the way. The cigarette stand was propping the door open just slightly, and the melody he heard had him completely forgetting his curiosity about the city lights. He’d heard the song a million times but never had he been this impressed. Or intrigued.
The girl holding the guitar had her back to him, her eyes focused out over the exact lights he’d been hoping to enjoy. She was completely oblivious to him. He was completely enamoured by her.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out and take me home
She swayed from side to side as she strummed at the acoustic in her hands, her voice carried beautifully across the open expanse of the roof. Ben wondered silently if he’d passed her a million times and just never noticed. As the song came to a soft end and she began to lean her guitar against the lounge she was seated on, he decided to make himself known.
“That was beautiful,” he uttered as softly as his voice would allow, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled. Judging by the way she jumped to her feet, he failed.
“Sorry.”
She was beautiful, her face was open and bright even with the faintest bit of fear lingering in her eyes. One of her hands clutched at her chest, but a smile began to turn up her lips.
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice just as beautiful when she wasn’t singing. “And thank you. I didn’t think I’d have an audience this late.”
Remembering why he was up here in the first place, he reached into his front pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. When he retrieved them, and his lighter, he showed them to her as he started towards the bay of chairs. The building manager always said it was up here for people to have parties but aside from the one cook out that was going on the day he moved in, he’d never seen it happen.
“Do you have a habit of sitting on rooftops and playing the guitar in the middle of the night?” Ben asked, hoping it sounded like small talk.
“Do you have a habit of smoking on rooftops in the middle of the night?”
He looked up from lighting the smoke to see she held a brow up in questioning. The smirk that took over his face was hard to deny. After taking his first puff he let out a faint chuckle.
“Jet lag, what’s your excuse?”
“Jet lag.”
He nodded his head in understanding, it was hard to miss her accent. She wasn’t from here, so his question was stupid. Hopefully she just assumed he was trying to banter.
“I just moved in. It’s my first day in England. Or, night I guess. I slept so much on the plane I just can’t seem to fall asleep now.”
This he did understand. He hated sleeping on planes because it always messed up his sleeping patterns but sometimes it was inevitable. His answering nod should have been enough, he assumed he disturbed her peace enough but her knee nudged his own. When his eyes met hers she had a brow raised in questioning again, and his face must have crumbled into a question of its own because she laughed.
“What about you?”
He barely heard her question because he was stuck on her laugh. It was even more melodious than her singing.
“Uh. Just, ya know, work. Flew in today, crashed when I got home for a few hours and now I’m here.”
“Well,” she said as she slowly rose to her feet. “Here’s to hoping you can get some sleep.”
He watched in a silent panic as she picked up her guitar and started towards the door. What could he say to make her stay? He’d only just met her and he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Or good night in this case.
“I’m Ben, by the way.”
She had just reached the door and upon hearing him call out she turned back towards him, a radiant smile taking up her features.
“I know who you are.”
He thought she was going to leave him hanging but just as she turned back to the door to pull it open fully she called over her shoulder.
“I’m Y/N. Have a good night, Ben.”
Three years later
“God, Y/N! It’s like you don’t even care!”
This screaming match had been going on for well into an hour now. Neither of them were budging. Ben knew he had solid reason to be upset. For once. This wasn’t just something he could misconstrue. She had completely blown off this meeting that had meant the world to him. They’d been talking about it forever and she chose extra hours at work instead.
Even if she said it couldn’t be helped. He knew better.
Those years ago when he’d met her on that rooftop, he never imagined one day they’d be living together but here they were. If he was honest though, this could very well be the end of them.
She had always been a little bit aloof. Her walls were high and thick. It had taken him forever just to get a small crack into who she really was. He knew that relationships like theirs scared her but she could only live behind that for so long. It was either going to be sink or swim, and he never wanted to swim so badly in his life. The ring that was hidden in his underwear drawer was proof of that.
She huffed, trying desperately to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes. He knew when he said it that it would hit a nerve but sometimes that was the only way to get emotions out of her. It was far from healthy but together they had been working towards being better. Call him crazy but he had been convinced they were doing well.
“How dare you,” she finally said, her voice much softer and quieter than it had been all night.
She was going to walk out. He knew before he even saw her start to move. When things got too hard, she ran. It was the first thing she told him when they first started this relationship. Though, back then he didn’t realise how they’d grow together. Her hand was around the handle of her guitar case before he could even utter her name.
“Y/N, would you wait, please?”
The exasperation in his tone was not going to do him any favours, though it was something he didn’t think he could help at this point. The tears were still brimming in her eyes as she shook her head and yanked the door open.
“No.”
And then, the door fell shut with a heavy clink. It took a while but he found himself sitting on his couch, head in his hands, and one hundred percent sure she wasn’t ever going to come back. She’d send someone to pick up her things, and then she’d run. He had tried to convince himself that she wouldn’t because she’d changed and grown, with him. The nagging feeling wouldn’t go away though.
By the time three hours had passed he allowed himself to grieve, sure that it was all over. He felt bad his neighbours had to deal with their yelling earlier, and when he didn’t feel like his world was caving in he’d apologise. For now though, he was going to need a cigarette.
He’d grabbed the pack off the kitchen counter, and picked up his phone when he noticed a text message from her. In his chest his heart fluttered, whether from excitement and relief or dread and anxiety, he wasn’t sure. When he opened it though he found himself running for the stairs, bounding up them two at a time. Just like those years ago, he found the door slightly cracked open. He pushed it open, and was immediately reminded of how captivating this woman, this woman he was completely and utterly in love with, was.
We could let our friends crash in the living room
This is our place, we make the call
And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you
I’ve loved you three summers now, but honey, I want em all
He hadn’t heard her sing this song since that night he first met her, and he wanted to believe that was why tears fell down his face. Not the fact that she was saying exactly what he needed to hear. She always did better expressing herself this way. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the most beautiful and most frustrating thing about her.
She placed the guitar down, much like that first night, and crossed the distances to him. Her hands found his cheeks and her lips found his. The kiss was sweet, simple, guilty, and salty. There were tears sliding down her own face, something that almost never happened.
“I am so sorry.”
The words fell against his lips, the sound of heart break clear to his ears. He felt his own crack at the sound. They’d had spats before but nothing ever like this. When they first started dating they made it a rule to never walk out angry. She’d broken that, but here and now, she was making up for it. Even if it was just a little bit.
“I love you, I need you to know that. I never meant to hurt you like I did. I promise to work on this, if you’ll keep me, that is. You’re the only one I want. Forever.”
Y/N was affectionate in her own way, but it was never like this. Usually it involved buying him a lavish and thoughtful birthday gift, or Holiday gift. Sometimes it was bringing Frankie, the dog she so graciously accepted as her own, for a visit when he’d have a long day on set. Everyday she showed her love for him, but she never voiced it like this. With her in his arms, it was easier to realise that maybe he’d looked over all of that. Maybe he’d jumped to conclusions because he was blinded by what he thought love should look like.
“I know.”
And for now, that was enough.
One year later
Six months. Half a year. It’s the longest Ben’s been away without a visit since he started dating Y/N. Only getting to see her on FaceTime, and only hearing her voice through the crappy speakers of a phone was taking a toll on him. He missed her. What he didn’t know was that she was having just as much of a hard time.
Her birthday was coming up in a few days and he knew he couldn’t miss it. Not that she would have minded if he did, but it was the perfect excuse to head home. He’d gotten his ticket and was patiently waiting in line at the airport to board when he got a FaceTime call from her. She’d be upset but he had to ignore the call. Ben was determined to make this a surprise.
They had barely spoken all day because he was travelling, she thought he was working. At least, that’s what he told her. But, even on set, he’d usually take a quick FaceTime over break. Today, he’d only sent her a short but sweet message.
“I’m sorry, love. I’ve got no downtime today. I love you so much. I’ll call you this evening when I’m done filming.”
Lying was hard but he was thankful that it was just over a text. If she actually spoke to him, she’d have spotted the lie before he even opened his mouth. To this day Ben still couldn’t figure out how she always knew.
When he finally got onto his last flight, the shortest too, he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing. He wasn’t sure if it was excitement or anxiety. The amount of time he’d be home was short but he had so much planned for that time. Big plans. Life changing plans.
He reached into his pocket, pulling the small velvet box from his pocket for the millionth time that day. The ring nestled inside was something he had worked on for quite a while and had stashed in a drawer even longer. Y/N was a peculiar girl, and with very unique taste. The last thing Ben wanted was for her to hate the ring. He hoped it was as perfect to her as he had thought it was.
It was well into the evening when he finally made it home. The original plan had been to get there by dinner but with delays in the airport, a lost piece of luggage (which was found, thankfully), and normal London traffic, that plan went to shit. As he turned the key in the lock, and pushed the door open, he wasn’t surprised to be greeted with darkness.
Ben moved quietly through the flat, reaching their shared room with ease and excitement. Finally, home. Except the bed was empty, and it was then that he realised he hadn’t seen Frankie either. He was glad to see the bed was unkempt, like someone had attempted to sleep there but it didn’t ease the panic that started to set in. There was only one place he could think of that she would have gone if she hadn’t left him, so he dropped his bags and nearly sprinted to the roof.
One day, he’d come up with a good joke about how all their memories were up on this roof.
The site before him could have knocked him over. The tears were evident in her voice as she sang their song. It could have crushed him if he wasn’t so struck by how much more beautiful the song felt with so much emotion to it.
“Y/N?”
His voice clearly startled her, so much like all that time ago when he met her up here. This time though, she was quick to turn around, nearly throwing the guitar onto the patio couch and running towards him. The force at which she jumped into his arms should have knocked them both over but he was prepared for this. What he wasn’t prepared for were the tears that soaked his shirt.
“What is it?”
The panic he had felt down in their room wasn’t helped by finding her like this. It was so unlike her and he hoped that his worst case scenario thinking was wrong. His voice was a soft coo that seemed to slowly relax her, her grip on him loosening just a bit as she pulled her face from his neck to look at him. Even with red rimmed eyes from crying, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Maybe he was a bit biased.
“I just…” she started with a scratchy sounding voice as she rubbed the tears away quickly, “had a bad day and I missed you, and then I called and you ignored it because I assume now that you were on a plane. How dare you ignore me!”
The teasing slap to his shoulder made him wince, despite the fact that it didn’t hurt, even in the slightest.
“It was a surprise, love.”
For some reason, as she rolled her eyes at him with a smile plastered to her face, he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. This was it. What a more perfect spot to ask her to marry him, than their spot? It wasn’t what he had planned but if he was honest, she wasn’t what he had planned either.
“Can you play for me?”
She nodded her head and jumped down, quickly returning to where she had been moments ago to retrieve her guitar. He took that moment to greet their pup-child before he took a seat in the same spot he did when they first met.
He let her get almost through the entire song, too caught up to even think of interrupting. Her eyes weren’t focused on him but his wouldn’t leave her face, or the way she was strumming the strings. This was a moment he never wanted to forget, and so he was committing every expression to memory.
All’s well that ends well to end up with you
Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover
And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
He dropped to his knee just as her eyes moved to his. That was her favourite line because it apparently reminded her the most of him. Her strumming stopped almost immediately, tears already springing to her eyes as she stuttered on the words she wanted to say.
“What are you doing?”
He couldn’t help the chuckle he gave her in response. Of course she would ask what he was doing, even if it was obvious.
“I had a whole thing planned but… it feels more like us to do this here.”
Even still a bit shell shocked, he saw her nod her head in agreement. It was all the confirmation he needed to reach into his pocket, once again. This time he wasn’t going to be the one looking at the ring.
“Y/N, would you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?”
He opened the box and showed her the ring. Her hands came up to her mouth and she stared. She stared so long he started to grow… uncomfortable. He knew she wouldn’t say no but the rooftop wasn’t exactly the smoothest surface to be knelt on one knee for extended periods of time.
“Can you say something? Please?”
But asking her for words was ridiculous. She said nothing as she launched herself back at him, clutching even tighter to him than she had a little bit ago, and this time her lips crashed to his. When they eventually parted, she nodded her head and took the ring from the case to slide onto her finger.
One year later
The white dress trailed behind her, even with a good bit clutched tightly in her fist. She had tossed her heels almost immediately upon entering the reception hall. If he was honest, he was impressed she even bothered with them. It was one of the things she had been adamant about not bending on. Her original plan was to wear her favourite pair of vans
.
As gorgeous as the dress was, and as beautiful as she was in it, the megawatt smile on her face was all he cared about. Planning their wedding and meshing their two very different views on tradition had been a hell of a juggling act. He gave her the props she deserved because it was everything he could have imagined, and more.
The past years with her had changed his life in so many ways, brought so much happiness to his life, and even some sadness. He had been feeling a bit guilty all day about missing some of the planning due to his filming schedule, especially when he picked up on the little things she had set in place specifically for him. As he meandered out onto the dance floor, waiting for her to pull herself away from the friends and family she was excitedly speaking with, he checked with the DJ. The anxiety and guilt quickly washed away with a singular nod.
It was the only thing he was able to do for her. Since they never had a lot of time to plan together, they never discussed their first dance. It had been agreed that they would forego that particular tradition to start something new of their own. Ben had reluctantly agreed only to scheme behind her back with the DJ. The open guitar started, quickly accompanied by the drums and the moment recognition hit her she was spinning in a circle to find him. There was a beat where she just stood there, staring at him. He felt his heart race, and then she was moving.
He caught her in his arms just as tears began to slide down her cheeks. The DJ announced at that moment that this was their first dance and asked everyone to clear the dance floor. She was already mumbling to him though and his focus shifted completely on her, everything else becoming white noise.
“I never thought this song would be so integral in my life.”
Her faintest little chuckle made him smile, even if he was slightly confused as to what she was on about.
And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
“When I played it that night,” she expanded, “it was just a little thing I liked the sound of. Now it’s my whole world.”
There were still tears in her eyes when she looked back up at him. She looked at him as if he’d just hung the moon and the stars just for her. Which, he would if he could.
No. Scratch that. She wasn’t looking at him like that at all. She was looking at him as if he was her whole world.
The words clicked then. The meaning of what she just said, of the tears in her eyes, it just clicked. He was glad they were so close and the moment was so intimate because his eyes started to fill with tears as well. They really did it.
She was his wife.
She was his world.
“No,” he finally spoke, “it’s not your whole world. It’s ours.”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You’re my, my, my, my lover
Their lips met and it was so familiar and yet so new all at the same time. Sometimes he wondered how that was possible, but he felt it pretty frequently with her. Their guests cheered and hollered. He could vaguely hear Joe shouting about betrayal. Y/N must have heard it too because she pulled away at that point with a laugh. They hung on tightly to each other until the song was over and shared one more kiss before they went hand in hand to speak with their friends and family.
Fifty years later
The bitter winter cold seeped in through the walls, chilling his tired bones as he shakily made his way to the kitchen. The smell of breakfast had enticed him enough to try and leave his warm bed. It was 2nd January, his birthday. She did this every year since their first spent as a married couple. Fifty years of the biggest breakfast he could manage to eat. He definitely wasn’t complaining. Except for maybe about the cold.
When he took his seat at the kitchen table he was confused though. Propped up against the table was an old, worn, and slightly warped acoustic guitar. That wondrous thing is what brought him and his beloved wife together but it hadn’t been brought out in quite sometime. Speaking of his wife, she was no where to be seen.
“Y/N? Love, where are you?”
He was replied to with a ruckus of shifting… boxes? Faintly he heard her attempt to shout a reply, something that sounded like ‘just a moment’. Ben reached for the guitar, his frail fingers gently gliding over the strings and the neck. The sound masked Y/N coming around the corner and when she chuckled he nearly jumped.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Don’t you joke about that!”
The gentle nudge of his shoulder and the serious look on her face made him utter a quick apology. Her simple nod was the end of it, and then she was sliding into the seat next to him. She placed a book down in front of her, a photo album covered in dust. He knew exactly what it was before she even said anything.
“Every mile stone is in here,” she said. “We stopped putting pictures in here a long time ago but, I wanted to add one last one.”
His brow scrunched together but she pulled out the oldest Polaroid camera with the biggest smile on her face. He shook his head in disbelief but quiet acceptance. The camera hadn’t seen light of day in nearly as long as the album she was wanting to update, but she set it up where she wanted and did a quick test shot of him. A radiant smile took up her face before she set the timer and sat in his lap.
The flash was blinding and before he could stop her she was up and away from him again. He watched in amazement of her as she carefully put the two photos into the album, next to pictures of them much younger. Quietly he wondered how she was even more beautiful now.
“You’re staring.”
That was one of her biggest pet peeves and he was always doing it. Annoying her was his number one job these days. At least that was what she always insisted.
“Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful wife?”
She scuffed, sliding the album over to him. Clearly she was meaning for him to look at them much younger but he always preferred the real thing to photos. When his eyes still didn’t leave her she rolled her eyes dramatically before rising from her seat to get the guitar.
“This is going to be horrible but it being your birthday and all…”
The guitar wasn’t perfectly in tune, it was far to old to even try anymore, but the song was unmistakable. His heart started to flutter and a smile quickly turned his lips upward. She hadn’t sang to him in quite sometime, having insisted that she couldn’t anymore but he’d catch a little of her singing in the shower from time to time.
We could leave the Christmas lights up til January,
This is our place, we make the rules
And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Her voice was a bit raspy, and it broke slightly towards the end of the verse but she kept singing. The guitar sat comfortably in her lap as she swayed with the beat. Suddenly it was fifty-five years earlier and he was stood star struck on his roof in London. So much time had gone by, so much love had been shared but it still felt so new and so familiar. And he was still so star struck.
It wasn’t as perfect as she would have liked but it was perfect to him. Ben has been head over heels in love since the moment he met her and it hadn’t changed one bit since. If it had, it was just deeper and deeper everyday. When she finished singing and placed the guitar back down, he reached over to grab her face in his hands and pull her in for a kiss.
“I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, happy birthday.”
They ate breakfast together that morning, and spent the entire day doing anything Ben wanted. She wasn’t great at celebrating but she was perfect at the gifts she gave. There couldn’t have been a better way to spend his last birthday even if he had tried.
Prompt/box filled: “Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore.” for @lovestrucktom and @peeterparkr , “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. please don’t do this.” for @borhapparker , ‘What I’m fighting for’ for @goodthingshappenbingo , Haunted by the past for @star-spangled-bingo , families of choice for @buckybarnesbingo
Fandom: Marvel
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 5.6k
Warnings: Mentions of previous abusive relationship and rape, descriptive violence (domestic violence and other), pregnancy, angst, happy ending
A/N: I think this is a first for me. I hope I’ve done this right, please let me know!
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The knocks at the door made you lift your head from the floor where you lay bleeding and sobbing. For the past hour, you kept slipping in and out of consciousness, every one of your limbs feeling heavy and tired. A hand lay securely across your still flat stomach.
You couldn’t bring yourself to lift as much as a finger to open the door. The police would have to break down the door. You could only make out the door being kicked down and few large figures dressed in what was definitely not police gear. A big man immediately crouched by your side when he saw you. Yousteel-blue able to see a pair of steel-blue eyes before everything blurred together again into darkness.
*
Your eyes blinked open, the white lights all around you taking a bit to adjust to. You try to pull your hands up to your face, but find them to be held down. You turn your head frantically to see your feet and hands strapped down. No no no no god please no. He’s back, he has you. Now you’ve done it. He’ll kill you this time. Tears streamed down your cheeks like waterfalls as your sobs shook you helplessly.
The door next to you opened and in walked in two men. One with a white lab coat, the other sporting a metal arm. “Hey hey woah. We’re not going to hurt you, we want to help you!” His hands reached out in front of him, you saw their eyes shift uncomfortably and fearfully down to your hands.
Following their gaze, you saw the blue glow surrounding your hands. Your breath grew desperate. Oh god, not again. The one with the metal arm stepped forward. “Please calm down. No one is going to hurt you, I promise.”
“Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here? Let me go!” Your words had turned to screams between cries.
“You’re in the med bay of the avengers compound. I’m Bucky. This is Bruce. We want to help you. We know you have powers, and we want to help you learn to control them.” You took a breath and calmed down a bit. “Can you tell us what happened?” You opened your mouth and closed it. ‘Don’t trust anyone.’ Said a little that little voice inside you, while another part of you bet everything that you should trust him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn toward the other man and whisper something to him before they both walked out. He gave you one last lingering glance before they left.
You could have been lying there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. Your thoughts ran wild and you had no idea what to think. What would happen to you? What had you done? Would he come back to finish what he started?
Your scared eyes went to the door again as a young woman stepped in. She was cautious of her movements as she got closer to you. “Hi. I’m Wanda. I can remove those restraints, but I need you to promise me that you won’t freak out too much. It was just a precaution. We didn’t know how you’d react.” You nodded your head slowly. She mumbled an ‘Ok, great.’ and with a swish and flick of her wrist and glowing red energy, you were free. You sat up quicker than you should have despite the pain it brought.
“Y-you, y-y-you’re like me? I-I don’t understand. What’s happening? What happened to him? What happened to me?” Your hand shot to your abdomen; she saw the panic in your eyes.
“Your baby’s fine. Thankfully, we got you out of there on time to help you. We’re going to take care of you. We’ll explain everything once you’re a little better. We want to make sure you’ll be fully recovered before you get out of the med bay. Can you tell me what you remember?”
Her question made you turn away and hug yourself tightly. “Everything.” You whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
*
Everyone at the compound welcomed you warmly despite your guardedness. You could tell and appreciated how they tried to make you feel at home. Especially Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha. You didn’t know much about them or any of the avengers before meeting them. You didn’t know about most news or happenings, Travis just told you things he considered you needed to know, which in his eyes, was barely anything.
Wanda had asked you the first day what you remembered, and all you could say then was ‘Everything’. Unfortunately, that was the truth. Bucky, Nat, Wanda and you bonded gradually over your powers, your feelings, your training and eventually, you told them everything. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You told them about how Travis was everything you could dream of at first. How once he made sure you couldn’t leave him, he showed his true colors. You told them about how you were raped. How you were beat until you could hardly move. How his words were like whips that hurt almost as much as the wounds he inflicted.
You found comfort in getting if off your shoulders. You grew to trust them; you all knew that everyone in the tightly-knit circle could understand each other's feelings and situations better than most. You still found it surprising that Bucky made it into that small circle, you knew everyone else was just as surprised. For some inexplicable reason, he made you feel safe.
You could manipulate space, matter, and energy with your powers like Wanda, and she saw training you to control them. You could protect yourself and your child now; you weren’t helpless and weak like Travis made you believe for so long. You were strong and powerful, with people on your side that you knew cared about your wellbeing.
That knowledge, as comforting as it was, couldn’t stop the nightmares that plagued some of your nights.
*
The car filled with the hilariously off key singing of you and your family. How they convinced you to take a week and a half off work for a road trip, you’d never know. All you knew was that you were glad to be with your family after going so long without seeing them.
With your mother being a successful surgeon, your father a scientist (specializing in god knows what), your younger brother David a professor, and you a nurse, none of you had much time or opportunity to visit each other.
“Dad, how long till we reach that hotel for the night? We gotta wake on time tomorrow.” You said once the song was over.
“Well, we’re still in the middle of nowhere. GPS says we’re two hours away. But really Y/N, what’s the rush? We can be a little late. Besides, the sun is just going down.”
You looked out the window with a playful huff and a grin. He was right, no reason to worry for nothing when you were supposed to be relaxed.
Headlights shone through from behind and you saw your parents exchange an anxious, almost scarred look. You had been the only car on the road for about an hour at that point, and it was just getting dark.
The black car caught up to yours and drove on directly beside the car even as your dad sped up. Their windows rolled down and the person on the passenger side took a gun out, taking aim, and shooting at the tires. All in a matter of seconds.
They shot at the window, thankfully your parents weren’t hit. You felt everything slow down. The screams of yourself and your family only a dull noise in comparison to the havoc around you as the car swerved violently and quickly.
You watched in slow motion as the huge tree ahead got closer and closer until you felt the crash. You shot forward but were pulled back abruptly by your seatbelt. Shards of glass shot every which way. Your vision was a blur.
Your eyes shot uselessly to your parents. Blood seeped and streamed from their cuts. Your mom was pressed against the dashboard, your dad against the wheel. His arm was extended out to her limply.
You used as much effort you could to see David. His eyes were fluttering shut and his head was hanging to the side. The left side of his face was bloodied and bruised, tears ran down his cheeks. You wanted nothing more in that moment than for all of it to be a twisted illusion.
You tried to call out to them, scream their names, yell for help, anything. But all that came from your lips was a faint whisper.
Your own pain and blood loss was making your vision even worse as your silent and weak sobs racked you. A large shadow through the bright headlights approached and ripped off the driver's seat door. You heard the groans of your father as he was dragged out behind the car. They opened the trunk.
“OPEN IT! NOW!” The menacing voice growled.
No answer came. “We have come VERY far for this. Did you really think Hydra would let you off that easy? That we wouldn’t find you? This is the last component.”
“You know what? I think we’ll have a great time killing your family if you don’t want to cooperate with us.” The doors swung open and you felt yourself be pulled out roughly. Your brother and mother were sat up by force beside you. Panicked words of protest came from your dad with cries and pleas. Your eyes looked to the side. There was no way your mother was still alive. A large man held her limp body up to a kneeling position by her neck and hair.
David’s eyes danced around before landing on you and mouthing an ‘I love you’. He knew what would happen. The bang of the shot filled the air and he fell back.
The man turned abruptly turned to your mother's body. He took aim again and shot repeatedly, merely for the effect. He turned to you. You would have welcomed death then, but he stopped and looked back to your dad. “So? You feeling more helpful now?”
He looked to you with an apologetic look. You watched as he punched in a code. “Go. To. Hell.” Curses came from the two men.
Loud beeps increasing as the gun went off one more time and your dad fell to the ground.
With one more long beep, the whole world seemed to stop. At first, all that happened was a small burst of blue energy and the light coming from the other car dimmed to nothing.
Then an explosion. The electric light cackled and extended to everything. The men were thrown back with such force that they hit trees and even through the chaos you heard the distinct shattering and breaking of a bone. Dead.
You were thrown in time with them, but you only landed in the clearing with a thud. You were consumed with the energy and your body and soul burned with it. You just saw it coursing around you despite it having subsided everywhere else before your eyes shut to blink.
When they opened again, you were on the hardwood floor of your old apartment that you shared with Travis.
He was standing above you with his hand still raised after hitting you.
As much as you wanted to get up, you stayed down. Maybe he’d calm down if you did. One good thing (pretty much the only good thing about carrying his child was that it had minimized how often he beat you. Significantly.
You hoped so much, laying there in front of him helplessly, that he would be satisfied with bashing your head against the table and throwing you to the floor. You wished yourself anywhere but there. You wished your child to be safe, to not be subjected to his cruelty, even before they were born.
Hugging yourself tightly, you curled into yourself as a kick landed against you. He leaned down and pulled you up against the all harshly, only to throw you again. You felt a sharp swift pain in your abdomen and all sense you had was lost.
Standing shakily, you looked at him with blood streaming down from your forehead and thoroughly busted lip. “No.” You stated. Travis laughed deeply.
“No? No what? I’ve been getting careless with your discipline, haven't I? And why should I keep being so? Not like the brat matters anyw-”
You cut him off, mustering up all your strength to toss a vase at his head with a shout. “You will not hurt my baby! You’ve hurt me for so long and I was stupid enough to not get out while I could. But I will not let you lay a finger on my child!” As the last words left your lips as a sharp yell, you felt an energy stream out of you uncontrollably. One that you’d only felt once before. A feeling you had tried to forget ever since.
You fell backward with a loud thud. Pure exhaustion overcame you but still, you pushed yourself up when you saw Travis getting up with a murderous rage burning in his eyes. “Now you’ve done it, you bitch.” His eyes traveled down to your still glowing hands. “You’re a fucking monster. You shouldn't be alive, and neither should that baby.”
The fear in his eyes outshone the threats and you started stepping closer to him slowly. Too late to stop now. You were scared of yourself, not knowing what was happening to you. He took a glass bottle and threw it at you, clearly thinking you didn't have it in you to do any more damage. Hearing the shatter, he grabbed another and slammed it against your head. The broken pieces cutting into you as you landed on the floor.
Travis was talking again but you couldn't make out the words he said, the ringing in your ears adding to the faintness you felt made it near impossible to listen or even just think.
He kicked you and you screamed as loud as you could. Perhaps someone would hear you. You were racked with power one more time before everything around you practically burst. Vases, mirrors, furniture and even Travis flew in every direction.
This time he didn't get up.
*
You woke in a cold sweat, your throat dry and burning from screaming. A hand took yours and another gripped your shoulder. A high shriek left you when your eyes met a pair of blue ones glimmering in the moonlight bleeding in through the blinds.
“Hey woah, woah, it's just me. I heard you screaming and I thought you might be in trouble. I made Friday open the door for me.” You calmed down a bit when you heard his voice.
“Just a bad nightmare. More like memories actually.”
“Do you maybe wanna talk about it? You know I'm always here to listen.” You stared at him a minute before nodding. Everything you'd tried to forget and move on from was resurfacing. And he listened intently and patiently. No one really knew the full story until him. You cried into his shoulder and effectively drenched his shirt in your tears but he only wrapped an arm around you and held you warmly.
Once your cries subsided and the tears streaming down your face had dried, Bucky shifted and stood. “You should get some sleep, iguess I'll get going now. Good-night Y/N, if you need anything, you know I'm just next door.”
He was almost at the door when your voice cut through the silence of the room with a “Wait!” You exclaimed all too quickly, instantly feeling your cheeks heat up. “Can you-uh-could you p-please stay? I-I um think it might help me sleep.” He nodded and walked back to your bed where he had been sitting just before. You folded back the covers, inviting him to lie down there. When he did he shifted comfortably to lay on his side facing you.
“Is this ok?” He whispered and you hummed an ‘mhmm’. And you stayed like that, just looking at each other until both of you fell asleep.
That kind of became the usual arrangement. He was like a warm blanket, helping you fall asleep and keeping nightmares far from your mind. He took care of you, and you liked it. Perhaps too much.
You’d never know what you did to deserve someone like him in your life. Someone who genuinely cared about you and did what he could to make you feel comfortable and safe. He brought laughter back into your life, and even in your short time at the compound, you felt content and healing slowly, bit by bit.
Movie nights, walks and runs around the compound and in parks with Bucky filled the empty space in your schedule. You had even started training together, and with his and Wanda’s help combined, you were getting quite good at controlling your powers and your skills increased steadily.
He was so kind and respectful to your boundaries but teasing and close at the same time. Whenever you felt down or anything like that, Bucky was there to listen, and when you needed space or time with the girls, he gave it to you. You didn’t deserve to have him in your life.
*
“I am going to be the best fucking aunt ever.” Nat proclaimed loudly in the middle of IKEA; much to the horror of the two mothers and kids in earshot.
“No. I am.” Wanda said curtly.
“First of all, chill. You'll both be the greatest aunts. And second, can you believe there are less than three months left!” A small smile decorated your face thinking about it. Even though it had only been about 5 months, you knew your friends would always be with you.
“Hey Y/N/N check this out.“ Bucky called. When you all stood next to him, you could see the hero themed nursery display. Nat immediately went over to the Captain America things. Picking up a blanket and pillow, she placed them next to a little Cap plushie. She pulled out her phone, took a picture, and sent it to the man himself, her boyfriend.
“Ahhh! Ooo I need thi-oh and that! And that!” You actually squealed and you went around picking things up. You dropped everything though when you saw the Winter Soldier plushie and the folded Winter soldier color themed blanket under it. One one side was soft smooth grey-blue and light blue stripes with a big red star in the center, the other side was a fluffy blue. “We are getting these! It's perfect! Nat bring the pillow and the plushie please.”
She happily obliged.
On the way home, you made Bucky stop at a small playground that an ice cream shop was next to.
Turning with a grin as you held your (favorite flavor) ice cream, you walked to sit on a bench by the playground. As you licked away, you noticed two parents playing with their little boy. They laughed and ran around. They picked him up and spun him around playfully. He ran up to the slide as to outrun them and slid down giggling.
But instead of stopping short and landing on his feet, he flew off and landed on the ground. His mother ran to him and pulled him to sit. Whimpers turned to little hiccups and wails as the woman examined his scraped knees. The man brought her a purse, from which she pulled a small tube of ointment and bandaids.
She spoke softly to him as she wiped his tears then kissed each scrape lovingly before applying the ointment and putting the bandaid on him. His father sat him on his shoulders and promised the boy an ice cream cone.
Next to you, your three friends must have not noticed your mood change. If they did, they gave no indication.
*
You sat on your bed, with you head in your hands, surrounded by the baby books you had already bought. You cried and sniffled quietly. A knock sounded from the door before in walked Bucky. “Doll, Guess wh-” You wiped your tears quickly, but not quick enough. “Y/N what's wrong? Are you ok?” He sat beside you and stroked your back.
“It’s just, I guess reality slapped me in the face today. Like, of course, I knew that this meant having a baby and raising them.” You said gesturing to your protruding stomach. “But I don't think I ever stopped to think about how hard it would be. I mean, I didn't think it would be easy but still. I guess I didn't want to think about it either.
“But seeing that couple and their kid, it-i don't know. I realized that I'm doing this alone. That I am going to be a single mother. So many parents do it… but can I? I don't know the first thing about being a mom! What if I mess them up? If I can't take care of them or protect them! Travis is in prison but what if he gets out or finds us?
“This is MY baby. But unfortunately, they're his too. And God, Is it too much to hope they don't look like him? What am I going to do?”
“Y/N, I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. We are all here for you. Whenever you need us, and even when you don’t, we’re here for you. He has no right to this baby, he won’t get out anyway. We’ll make sure of it.
“You’ll be an amazing mother. I already know it. I’ve seen how you act and love. If your worry is being a single mom, than just don’t worry about that. Any man would be the luckiest bastard to be with you. Besides, if it’s any consolation, you have me.”
He gazed deeply, longingly, into your eyes, and you into his. He leaned closer to you, eyes flickering to your lips and back. You brain turned off, and you leaned in a little too. You looked down at his lips and just a second later, your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met yours gingerly.
His hand slipped to your neck and gently tilted your face more towards his. You couldn’t even process your thoughts, the only clear one was that you felt better than you had in a very long time. It felt like your lips were made to be on his.
You parted slowly, like neither of you wanted the moment to end. And in truth, you didn’t.
He was already looking at you when your eyes opened again to look at him. Only a few inches were between you. With a resigned and almost pained look on his face, he took a breath and sighed. Then, “I love you.”
It was said so softly that you weren’t even sure you heard it. But still, the words were on the tip of your tongue. Because you did. You, the broken woman they found months ago, had been falling for Bucky Barnes.
Your phone went off, breaking you out of your trance. “It’s Nat. I really should take this. I’ll talk to you later Bucky. And thank you.”
You knew Nat’s call wasn’t urgent,all she really wanted to tell you was that she got some Black Widow things for the baby. But you needed to get out of there.
As much as you wanted something with Bucky, it wasn’t the time. You should be focusing on your baby and your powers.Were you even ready to give your heart to someone again? Of course Bucky would never hurt you but still, you wondered. Besides, you would only hold him back. And you said it yourself, you didn’t deserve him; He’d be better off without you.
*
TWO MONTHS LATER
Avoiding Bucky turned into a whole job. Honestly you were tired of it but you couldn’t bear having to talk to him. If you were ever caught off guard, you quickly made up an excuse and waddled away.
You knew he worried about you and wanted to talk but you couldn't bring yourself to face him. The girls were split between sides but didn’t show it.
Days grew longer without him and you grew to the size of a moon.
The whole team, with the exception of Bucky, were gone on a mission and weren’t due back until at least tomorrow afternoon. Of course it could be longer though. So at the time, your room seemed like the safest place to stay. You passed the time sitting on your bed, with snacks or even full meals, books or Netflix. Anything to pass the time. Even just feeling your belly as your baby kicked and moved and just talking to them.
“Ugh I’m a planet! You’re getting so big and strong in there my star. I can’t wait to meet you.” You whispered smiling, so enthralled that you didn’t notice the knock at your door or when it opened. Bucky was met with a soft sight that tugged at his heartstrings.
“Y/N?” He said softly, making you shoot up and almost fall off the bed. Your eyes were wide and you felt yourself slightly panic. So much for ignoring him. He saw your mouth open to speak and your legs unfold as you stand and start to walk away. “No. Wait, Don’t leave. Please. I just- I need- I want-.” He took a deep breath. “I’m just worried about you. You’ve been avoiding me for two months! You won’t even look at me! And I can’t stand it. Not anymore. Talk to me. Please?” His voice dimmed so it was barely audible. “I wasn’t lying when i said i loved you. Please don’t do this. Please don’t push me away anymore.”
He wore his feelings clearly on his features, no longer holding back anything. You could see the tears threatening to spill.
“Bucky I-I can’t do this. Not now. I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. But, You want me to be honest?” A nod. “I realized that I love you! That I want to be with you and to be happy, Okay? And then I realized that’s wrong. That I shouldn’t want that! You shouldn’t want this! All because It’s not just me anymore. I have a baby that i have to take care of and worry about. A baby that I love so much even though they haven’t been born yet. Hell, I don't even know if they’re a boy or a girl. I’m so worried about being enough for them, about being everything they need and giving them all they deserve. Raising them will be a big challenge but it’s one I’ve been getting ready for the past months.
“I won’t make you have to do it too though. Because if I do, sure it always starts out perfect, ya know? But then it’ll hit you that you actually don’t want the burden of me and a child that isn’t even yours! And you’ll want out. I don’t think I could take that. Because I’m not just fighting for myself anymore. I’m fighting for my child. And I’m also fighting for all the people who are going or have gone through things like I have.
“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I just know that you should be with someone you’ll be happy with, someone without so many problems. Not me. More than anything, I’m just scared. Scared of messing it all up. Scared of the fact that you have power over me that I thought and hoped I'd never give to anyone again.. Scared of getting hurt again.”
Your face was red and tears almost stung as they rolled down your cheeks like waterfalls. Your breathing was heavy and you hugged yourself through your sobs. Bucky stepped forward to you and wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. Your tears soaked his shirt, and his sniffles filled your ears.
Still holding you close, Bucky moved you two to sit at the edge of the bed. Your sobs quieted and Bucky pulled away from you to look at you.
“Let me be there for you. Y/N I swear i love you, And believe it or not I love this baby too. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to know you, and help you. These Past months I’ve fallen so hard for you. And call me crazy for it but I don’t know what I’d do without you here anymore. All i know is that i need you in my life more than you could need me. I will love you and help you as much as I possibly can. I can promise you I’ll never ever hurt you. I swear it. You’ve proven that you can protect yourself, but i’ll try damn hard anyway. You and the baby. If you let me. Please let me. Let me be with you and take care of you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
The sincerity in his eyes and the way he was caressing you made you want to push him away and reject him. But a voice inside you drowned out the thought and only screamed for you to let him in. “Ok.” Was all you said before you leaned in and kissed him before you could regret it.
You felt at home and peaceful for the few seconds your lips were joined together.
“Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I guess I don’t want to be scared anymore. So let’s do this.”
**
4 years later
“Nova! Time to go! C’mon darling, get your sweater on.”
“I can’t find it mommy!” She yelled back from the living room.
“I got it.” Said Bucky as he walked in. He kissed you gently and went over to help Nova.
“Thank You daddy! Mommy hurry! We’re gonna be late.” She sassed standing at the door.
“Ok, Ok, I’m going. Remember i still have to carry your brother and sister.”
“Shit.” Bucky whispered. “Grant lost his shoe!” You groaned and waddled around looking for your two year olds shoe.
“You know what? We don’t have time for this. Just go get another pair and I’ll change them in the car. You grabbed your bag and ushered Nova out the door and into the car. Bucky came out a minute later with Grant. A couple minutes later, you were pulling out of your driveway and shortly after, you were pulling into Steve and Natasha’s.
“Hey Y/N! How’re Becca and Jamie today?” Natasha cooed as she went straight to crouching in front of your stomach once you walked in. Steve walked over to hug you and pick up his godson. “Nova, Wanna help me finish dinner?” Your daughter nodded emphatically. She loved her auntie Nat. That just left you and Bucky, Steve was taking Grant to their three year old boy Ethan. He helped you with your coat and stood in front of you. As close as he could with you once again pregnant belly in the way.
After Nova was born, (As Nova Phoebe Barnes), you quickly confirmed that Bucky was perfect. Everything (from her birth to the present) was 1000 times easier with him by your side. Without a doubt he was her father even if they didn’t share blood.
A month after Nova had turned one year old, Bucky and you were married. All doubts you ever had were long gone.
Though you were barely ever away from your baby girl except for the easiest of missions, you and Bucky managed to have little getaways every now and then when Nat and Steve agreed to babysitt. That’s how Grant David Barnes happened, conceived just four months after your wedding.
Through good times and bad, you both stuck to your vows, to each other, and to your little family.
Then just four months ago, you found out you were pregnant again. With twins.
Everyone teased you saying that you and Bucky couldn’t keep it in your pants and that you fucked like rabbits. Though partly true, let’s just say that super soldier sperm was powerful stuff. You enhancements didn’t help either.
Both your kids so far had tested positive for having you and Bucky’s abilities. But you didn’t need a test to prove that. All of ‘em kicked like kangaroos on steroids. Sometimes they’re playing and accidentally break things or hurt others without meaning to.
You’re training them to keep their powers under control slowly but surely. Never too early. Nova just learned to make tiny force fields. Her uncle Steve made sure she’s always safe though. It’s pep-talk central whenever she goes crazy or excited.
That’s how you got here. Happy at last, proud of the family you had built with the man you chose. You both still worked when you were needed but now you were only called for emergencies; for the next five months of your pregnancy and a few more after, you wouldn’t be called at all.
Bucky kissed you softly on the forehead, breaking you from your thoughts. “You okay?”
“Yeah, never better. Just thinking about how happy I am.” With a lingering kiss, you took his hand and led him to the dining room, where Nat and Nova were setting the table.
If anyone had told you five years ago that you'd be here, like this, you might have cried and rejected the idea. But now, seeing your family, you might cry for an entirely different reason.
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we reached a milestone!! yaay! thank you guys so much, oh my gosh! since this is a new follower milestone, i want to do something with you guys. i’m doing a writing challenge, and feel free to join in! i’m super excited about this and i’ve been working on it for a while now! it does have new characters/actors you guys can write for and choose. prompts are below the cut, but these are the rules!
rules:
- must be following (it is a follower celebration)
- reblog this post to spread the word
- three people per dialogue prompt, two people per song prompt
- you can only choose characters/actors from the list i share, its just easier for me to read from fandoms/characters/actors i regularly write for
- the deadline will be december 23, 2019 (so everyone has time to actually write and post their stories!)
- no smut is allowed!
- can be a one shot or a series
- use the read more for anything longer than 500 words
- send an ask with which prompt you’d like and who you’re writing for
- add any warnings that apply
- tag your entry with #ambswritingchallenge
- tag me as well and i will add it to the masterlist! (and i’ll actually keep track of it this time, i promise)
- no first person
- characters you can write for: bucky, peter parker, aladdin (new live-action), roger taylor, brian may, warren worthington iii, barry allen, charlie nelson
- actors you can write for: ben hardy, tom holland, sebastian stan, mena massoud, gwilym lee, grant gustin, sam holland, harry holland, harrison osterfield
prompts and tags can be found below! good luck!
dialogue prompts:
“isn’t the idea supposed to be you saved my life, now i owe you a debt?” “nope. other way around. you saved my life, so now i’m your problem. if you don’t like it, then kill me.”
“is it true?” “according to some sources.” “it was your wedding!”
“see, this is why we don’t kill our friends.” - @honeybucks w/bucky barnes,
“you have no reason to be mad at me, you broke my heart.”
“oh my god, you’re in love.” - @strangertingle w/bucky barnes,
“what the hell is wrong with you?”
“i can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” - @funkytalia w/roger taylor,
“don’t close your eyes! stay with me!”
“i shouldn’t be in love with you.”
“were you ever going to tell me?”
“i-is that... a blood stain?” - @spidergirlwanab w/ peter parker,
“go ahead, hit me.”
“what if one day i wake up, and you don’t?”
“look me in the eye, and tell me that this meant nothing to you.” - @funkytalia w/roger taylor,
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“i wasn’t lying when i said i loved you. please don’t do this.” - @awkwardfangirl2014 w/ bucky barnes,
“i told you not to fall in love with me.”
“can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”
“it serves me right for wishing on a star.”
“my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”
“how dare you? all of you! standing around deciding my future? i am not a prize to be won!” - @harringtonsbaseballbat w/ warren worthington iii,
“the rest of the world may follow the rules but i must follow my heart.” - @blissfulparker w/tom holland,
“d-a-n-g-e-r. shortcut!”
“you’re the best thing i never knew i needed.”
song prompts:
a whole new world by mena massoud, naomi scott
ocean eyes by billie elish
don’t stop me now by queen
all for us by zendaya, labrinth
don’t you worry child by swedish house mafia
alive by pearl jam
crazy little thing called love by queen
what do i know? by ed sheeran
see you again by charlie puth, wiz khalifa
who do you love by 5 seconds of summer, the chainsmokers
lover by taylor swift - @mamaskillerqueen w/ ben hardy,
graveyard by halsey
circles by post malone
truth hurts by lizzo
don’t call me angel by ariana grande, miley cyrus, lana del rey
