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polyjuicedpadfoot · 2 years

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Fic Rec Friday

Hello my friends, I am back with Fic Rec Friday this week!! This week we’re going to do something a little different. Because I got a request for a specific ship AND because I totally missed last week’s recommendation because I was traveling, this week I’m going to recommend two, one shot, fics for you to enjoy!!

This one goes out to the anon who requested this pairing...I hope you enjoy :)

This week’s recommendation...

TITLE: Safe and Sound

AUTHOR: orphan_account

PAIRING: Remus Lupin/James Potter

CONTENT RATING: Mature

DESCRIPTION: Moving into his new flat after his divorce, James Potter is surprised to meet his new neighbour--the ever adorable, sweet, Deaf Remus Lupin. Growing up a CODA, James is more than happy to meet someone who speaks his mother tongue, but isn't sure what to do when the feelings of friendship start to turn into something deeper. Freshly divorced, is James ready to move on?

MY COMMENTS: This fic is just so wholesome, it warmed my entire heart when I read it. Single dad James has my entire heart, and all of the Harry & Remus interactions were just so fucking cute. I strongly suggest reading this if you need a wholesome pick-me-up or just something to make you smile :)

Read it here!

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TITLE: Seas Between Us

AUTHOR: @wolfpants

PAIRING: Remus Lupin/James Potter

CONTENT RATING: Mature

DESCRIPTION: It’d been at his leaving party at the flat he was sharing with Marlene at the time; the two of them in a moment alone together in his room, surrounded by packing materials and piles of clothes and books ready to make their way into boxes, onto a ship, across the sea. They’d been sitting on the edge of Remus’s bed in a quiet, thoughtful moment, beers in hand, and Remus had leaned into him, knocking their shoulders together, and something had passed between them that felt important.

Something sad. Something longing. Something neither of them had been forced to face until both of their heads were turned to look at the juncture: James standing in one direction, and Remus in the other.

MY COMMENTS: Now this one shot is a little angstier, but OH MY GOD THE PINING! The sexual tension in this one is absolutely delicious and there is just something about mutual pining that gets me every time. Strongly recommend this if you like those sorts of things, and though I said its angsiter than the other fic, it is by all means still very sweet with a great ending.

Read it here!

#fic rec friday #fic recs #moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #harry potter #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #single dad! James #deaf! Remus #mutual pining #fluff #angst and fluff #em recommends

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 month

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embarrass - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 245 - thank you @beautyoftheships

"Mister Reg?" A small voice sounded from somewhere around Regulus's waist, and he looked down to see wide, green eyes.

"Yes, Harry?" he asked the four-year-old, who was patiently waiting to be picked up after preschool by his father.

"Can boys be beautiful?" the little boy asked, blinking up at him.

The question seemed innocent enough, so Regulus shrugged. "Sure! Boys can be whatever they want to be. Why do you ask?"

Harry grinned, his messy hair falling in his eyes. "Because Dad was telling Uncle Moony that you're beautiful."

Regulus gaped, unsure what to say to that. But before he could think of a suitable comment that wasn't 'Well, I think your father's fit as fuck so why don't you tell him to give me his number?' someone cleared their throat and both Regulus and Harry looked up.

"Dada!" Harry shrieked, throwing himself into his father's arms.

But James Potter was too busy looking at Regulus. "Any chance you'll forget he ever said that?" the man asked, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

But Regulus had never been one to let things go. "No," he stated, crossing his arms, only enjoying the look of horror on James's face a little bit. "We'll have to talk about it. A lot. Over coffee," he continued, trying to hide his smirk.

James's face lit up, and he juggled the very excitable boy that was now climbing his leg to take out his phone. "Of course," he smiled. "Coffee sounds beautiful."

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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*incoming fluffy prompt bomb*

Single dad!Bucky Barnes x neighbour!reader

The gif is when you win against Bucky in snakes and ladders and Bucky’s three year old son comes over to your side to celebrate with you.🤭🤭🤭

This is adorable and I love everything about this🥰

Let me write a little something…

“Looks like I win.” You say, grinning at Bucky.

“Looks like you do.” Bucky says with a smile.

Bucky’s 3 year old son, James Jr, slides off the couch and makes his way over to you. He hugs you and smiles wildly.

“Y/N won! Y/N won! Y/N won!” James Jr chants.

You and Bucky smile at his cuteness and let him have his fun.

“You need a prize.” James Jr says, looking up at you.

“It’s ok. I don’t need one.” You say.

“Yes you do!” He playfully argues and turns to his daddy. “Daddy, kiss her!” He says.

Your eyes widened and Bucky rose his eyebrows as the two of you stared at the little boy. Bucky shook his head and lightly laughs at his son’s cuteness.

“James is right.” Bucky stands up and walks to you. “You do need a prize.” He says.

Bucky gently pulled you up from the couch and held you close to him. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other found its place on your waist. You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat when Bucky leaned in. The next thing you know is you feel Bucky’s lips on yours. He gives you a sweet kiss. The kiss took your breath away. After a few seconds, Bucky pulled away and looked deep in your eyes. Meanwhile, James Jr is jumping up and down and clapping his little hands.

“I did it!” James Jr shouts. “I got daddy and Y/N to kiss!” He says.

You two looked down at James Jr to see him having a little celebration of his own.

“What?” You and Bucky say in unison.

“I says to aunt Natasha and aunt Wanda that I can get you and Y/N to kiss cause you think she’s pretty and they have to give me cookies!” James Jr explains

“Well played, son.” Bucky says, smiling down at his son.

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diazsdimples · 2 months

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Fuck It Friday!

How are we all feeling after today chaps (gn)? Not drowning in our feels too much I hope!

I truly said fuck it today and started a new wip. So here I have the very first snippet of Sleepy Mornings (working title), the premise to which you can find here (and if you cbfed looking, it's a collection of all the times Buck wakes up next to Eddie). Please enjoy what will hopefully be something cute and fluffy (with a hint of sex later)!

The first time Buck woke up next to Eddie, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he got there. There he was, in a strange bed, head pulsing in time with an inaudible beat, his mouth as dry as the Sahara, with an unfamiliar, warm lump to his right. Buck blinked blearily up at the ceiling and tried to orientate himself. The room was…. beige. That was the only word Buck’s poor, addled brain was coming up with. Beige, with no life, no character. It could have been a hotel room for all he knew. Trying not to panic as his mind ran through a million scenarios – most of which ended with drugged and held captive – Buck tried to play through the events of the previous day. The last thing he remembered was the beauty pageant, standing numbly as he, Eddie and Hen were handcuffed, before being corralled into the back of Athena’s police car. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. There were small flashes of memories; Athena all but dragging him up the steps into someone’s – Eddie’s – house, Eddie suddenly appearing next to him, his face still tearstained as he hiccupped miserably, Athena sitting on the coffee table and gently explaining to the two of them that they’d been drugged, Athena supporting Buck as he threw up messily into Eddie’s toilet. Buck’s cheeks burned as the memories flickered through his mind like a film reel. He was going to have to send one hell of an apology text to Athena. And Eddie too, if the trash can by the side of the bed was anything to go by. A grumble came from the other side of the bed and the covers shifted as Eddie rolled from his side to his back, smacking his lips before settling back into sleep. Buck couldn’t help but admire Eddie’s face, the way the morning light played over it, giving his skin an almost-honey coloured hue. He shook himself, wincing as his head throbbed once again. Now was not the time for weird thoughts about his best friend. If anything, he’d blame it on the drugs. “’die?” Buck mumbled, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he squinted into the too-bright light filtering through the shabby curtains. “Are you 'wake?”

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#sleepy mornings fic #hi i am once again trying to do a short cute wip that won't turn into a 10k+ monster #single dads hit 20k today and that's TWO CHAPTERS #send prayers #i'm also incapable of writing one singlular thing #james writes #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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gray area (1) — bucky barnes

summary — you meet your new neighbor, Bucky, along with his friends and his son.

wc — 4k

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You stand in the middle of your new driveway, staring up at the townhome that you now hold the keys to. You’d signed your name on the dotted line last week, and although it feels like forever since then, a part of you can’t believe it’s actually happening.

“Still not sure why you’re so against moving in with me,” Natasha, your best friend, grumbles as she grabs another box out of the truck of your car, “I mean, yeah, there’s a few bad things about my apartment complex, but—”

“Your next door neighbor shot his girlfriend last week,” you argue, then add, “And, half of the people that live there are selling drugs!”

“Okay,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “One, that girl was a bitch. She also survived, so it’s fine. And, honestly, Y/N, everyone is selling drugs these days.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Right. You’re too much of a workaholic to be selling — or doing — drugs, anyway. I’m surprised they haven’t paged you—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, “I actually should go check my work phone. Can you get the rest of the boxes out?”

Being a nurse in the critical care unit of one of the best hospitals in your state, you have no choice but to be constantly thinking about your job. Natasha, who runs her own company, understands your need to be available 24/7, although she rarely expresses it. She thinks you hold yourself too accountable, but you disagree.

Being responsible is the reason you’re able to afford to live on your own at twenty four. Being responsible has landed you a great job, salary, and benefits. Sure, you’ve had to sacrifice to get it, and Natasha thinks you’re lonely, but you’re happy for the most part.

You check your phone and find nothing, then breathe in a happy breath. That means you’ll get to spend the remainder of the day unpacking and moving in. The boxes are lining the walls and starting to feel overwhelming; the clutter too much for you to handle.

Natasha comes strolling in a few minutes later, holding nothing but a lamp in her hand. You raise a brow, and she smirks.

“Seriously? That’s all you could carry?” you tease.

She shrugs, “I found some reinforcements.”

Before you can ask what she means, two men come strolling into your living room, both with boxes in their arms. Your jaw falls as Natasha laughs beside you, shamelessly checking them out as their muscles flex against their tight tee shirts.

“Where do you want ‘em, Natasha?”

Natasha whips her head over to you, “Babe?”

You swallow when both men look over to you. Up and down their eyes go, taking in your sundress and curled hair before respectfully looking back up at you. They smirk when you stutter under their gazes, then point to the free corner of the living room.

“Um, over here is fine,” you say, “Thank you so much, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Natasha interrupts, tugging on your elbow, “I already told them how we needed two big, strong guys to help us.”

The blonde sets his boxes down first, then steps forward and extends a hand. You give him a friendly, shy smile and shake it, ignoring the way his large hand engulfs yours.

“I’m Steve,” he says, “One of the big, strong guys your friend recruited.”

Your smile widens, “Hi, Steve. Thank you very much for being willing to help.”

“No problem, I—”

The other man shoves Steve’s shoulder, then grins at you and extends a hand of his own.

“Sam Wilson,” he informs you, squeezing your hand, “It’s such a pleasure. We’ve been wondering who was gonna take this place.”

“Now we know,” Steve cuts in, “So, what’s your—”

Your phone buzzes on the counter, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you turn and rush to it.

“Ouch,” Sam whispers, nudging Steve’s chest before turning to Natasha, “Boyfriend?”

“Worse,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Job.”

“That’s why I retired years ago,” Sam grins, “Right, Cap?”

Steve’s eyes haven’t left you yet; watching as you slump your shoulders when you realize the alert is just a routine message from the hospital.

“Let’s go get the rest of the boxes,” Steve grunts, grabbing Sam by the shirt collar.

Natasha follows the men outside, and after a minute, you do, too. Steve is in the middle of pulling another box from the trunk when you appear outside, dress swaying in the slight breeze. Sam elbows Steve in the chest when he catches him looking, and the men exchange a silent glare before getting back to work.

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you gush, placing a gentle hand on Steve’s bicep to stop him, “It’s okay, we can handle it. It’s only a few more, right, Nat?”

Natasha smirks, then shrugs innocently, “I don’t see the harm in letting them help, Y/N. You can always thank them properly later.”

Steve blushes at Natasha’s comment, but doesn’t play into the innuendo in the slightest. Instead, he turns toward you and gives you a gentle smile.

“We really don’t mind,” he says.

“Yeah, and he speaks for both of us, now,” Sam grunts.

You laugh and drop your hand from Steve’s arm as if to give him silent permission to continue. Just as his hands reach around the next box, all of you hear the loud, screeching voice of a toddler.

“Jamie incoming!”

Sam turns with just enough time to catch the four year-old launching himself into his arms, grinning from ear to ear at the promise of a hug from his uncle.

“What’s goin’ on, Jay-Man?” Sam asks, gripping the boy tight.

“Nothin’,” he smiles.

“I don’t believe you for a second,” Sam laughs, “Where’s your—”

“Jamie, you’ve gotta put shoes on before you run outside. You know better.”

You swallow at the sight of the man stepping off the porch of the house next door and into the grass, where he eyes the toddler resting in Sam’s arms. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tee shirt, sports messy brown hair, and has stubble that you’d bet is only there because he hasn’t gotten around to shaving.

“Relax, Buck, he’s a kid,” Sam replies, “Tell him, Jay.”

“I’m a kid,” Jamie repeats, grinning widely.

The man, the one who left the house following the boy, lets his eyes travel from his friends to you. He gives you a gentle smile and you do the same back to him, feeling your stomach twist and turn the longer his eyes remain on you.

“Aww!” Natasha squeals, stepping over to Sam and Jamie, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Sam states proudly, “You think he’s cute? He’s got my eyes, doesn’t he?”

You continue to stare, knowing you should stop but completely unable to. When his eyes — those devastatingly blue eyes — leave yours to travel down your body, you swallow. You hope he likes what he sees, but you don’t question where that thought comes from. The male gaze has never been one you’ve longed for, but right now, you can’t remember why.

His jaw ticks as he breaks into a smile, raising a hand and conducting a small, shy wave. You bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your own grin, waving back.

“So, he’s your son?” Natasha’s voice draws you back into reality.

Sam shrugs, “I mean, I take care of the rugrat, you know what I mean?”

Natasha nods, her eyes moving toward Steve when he scoffs, “Jamie is not Sam’s kid.”

As if to prove it, Jamie starts to squirm in Sam’s grasp, then makes grabby hands as he reaches for Bucky.

“Daddy,” he frowns, “Is it snack time?”

Bucky nods and steps forward, reaching out to collect Jamie from Sam, who sighs, now that his cover has been blown.

“C’mere, buddy,” Bucky says as he takes hold of his son, who immediately cuddles himself into his dad, “We can have a snack if you’re hungry.”

Your heart rate seems to speed up at the image of a father caring for his son so outright — something you never experienced so openly. Shyly, his eyes find yours as he adjusts his son in his hold, giving you a more forced, pained smile. You try to smile back in hopes of telling him that you find Jamie to be cute; that you’re happy to have them next door.

“C’mon, Sarge, you gotta meet the new neighbor, first,” Sam lectures, pointing over to you, “This is Y/N, even though she never actually introduced herself to us. Y/N, this is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, and his son, Jamie.”

“It’s just Bucky,” he immediately corrects, giving you another small smile as he offers his free hand out to you, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you reply, holding his gaze for a beat too long before your eyes catch on the little boy in his arms, “And it’s very nice to meet you, Jamie.”

He grows shy in his father’s arms and hides in his chest, earning a laugh from both you and Bucky.

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly, “He’ll open up eventually.”

You shake your head, “No need to apologize. He’s very cute.”

As if the compliment was meant for him, Bucky’s cheeks grow pink. To try and conceal it, he looks down at Jamie and tries to get him to talk, but the boy refuses.

You try to think of something to say; a way to start up a conversation with Bucky, but Steve steps behind you — close enough that you can feel his body heat through your dress — and clears his throat.

“Want me to take the kid for a snack, Sarge?” Steve questions, noting Bucky’s blushing cheeks.

“Can we play superheroes, too?” Jamie asks his uncle, perking up.

“Of course, dude. We can fly on the trampoline and everything.”

Jamie grins and immediately reaches for his uncle, changing grips yet again. Steve laughs and grabs hold of the toddler, then looks down at you.

“Good to meet you, Y/N,” he says politely, then steps away and pats Bucky on the back, “You got this.”

Bucky’s face burns under the not-so-quiet encouragement from his best friend. Sam and Natasha grab more boxes from the car while simultaneously shamelessly flirting, which leaves you and Bucky outside in the cool air, alone.

“Sorry about them,” Bucky says quickly, “They make quite the first impression.”

You nod in agreement, “They do. Do all of you live over there?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, so quickly that you try not to laugh.

“God, no. The guys just come over to help me take care of Jamie. It’s, uh, just me over there. And Jamie, obviously.”

You laugh at the way he shakes his head, trying to collect his thoughts and stop himself from rambling. When he sees you laughing, he relaxes and even offers a chuckle at himself.

“Anyway,” he changes the subject, “What brings you to the neighborhood?”

“New job,” you answer proudly, “I’m a nurse at West County General.”

He cocks up a brow, “No kidding. Bet that keeps you busy.”

“It sure does,” you agree, “But, it’s really rewarding. I love it.”

He smiles as you smile, and when you see the tips of his ears grow pink, your grin widens. Sam and Natasha emerge from the house then, and they seem to burst whatever bubble you and Bucky have formed for yourself.

“I should check on Jamie,” he mumbles, already taking a step back, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You grin, giving him a shy wave, “Thank you, Bucky.”

He returns your smile and wave, letting it linger between the two of you for a second too long before he turns and hurries back inside his house.

When you turn around, Sam and Natasha are leaning up against your car, standing a little too close and looking a little too friendly. Clearing your throat loudly, you earn your best friend's gaze.

“We should be getting ready, huh?” you ask her, giving her a subtle eyebrow raise.

She sighs, “Yes. Thanks for the help, Sam. Hope we see each other again soon.”

He winks at her, then gives you a warm smile and a nod before taking a few steps back, inching toward Bucky’s house.

“Nice to meet you, ladies,” he calls, offering a wave before he turns his back and heads away.

“God, he’s so hot,” Natasha groans, “Like, did you see those muscles?”

You chuckle and grab her, pulling her toward your new home, “Come on. Wanda’s gonna be pissed if we’re late.”

“Oh, who cares,” Natasha mumbles, but follows your lead, anyway.

The bar that Wanda planned for the three of you to go to is loud and crowded by the time you and Natasha arrive. To celebrate your new move and career, Wanda demanded a night out with you. Naturally, Natasha caught wind of the plans and invited herself — which was fine with you, because you always feel safer having her around while you’re drinking. Wanda, on the other hand, wasn’t wild about the inclusion of your best friend. They put up with each other, but they aren’t fans. And to you, it’s obvious.

“Y/N!” Wanda squeals, “What do you think of this place? I thought it was cool, kinda has a retro vibe to it.”

“So retro,” Natasha quips, offering Wanda a smug smile.

You nudge Natasha in the side and look around, taking the place in. It reminds you of Wanda in a way that you’d expect her to like it, but you don’t necessarily care one way or another. A new area means new bars, new restaurants, and you know you have to figure out what you like and what you don’t.

“It’s nice,” you smile, “Thank you so much for setting this up.”

“Of course,” she beams, “Let me get us a round. They have a killer lime mojito.”

“Oh, bummer,” Natasha pouts, “I’m actually on this new no-lime diet. Mind getting me a vodka soda?”

Wanda takes a calculated breath, “Sure. Be right back.”

You snort as soon as Wanda disappears and turn around to Natasha, who is smirking proudly at herself. When she catches your raised eyebrows, she feigns innocence and shrugs her shoulders.

“What?” she teases, “It’s a real diet.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “Sure it is.”

“It is!” she laughs, then nudges you over to the two available barstools. You set your purse down on the bar and Natasha sits while you remain standing, not wanting Wanda to feel left out, “It’s new. I’m on a no-lime, all-new neighbor Sam diet.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Oh, right. He doesn’t even live over there, you know.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Bucky told me—”

“Bucky told you?” she gasps, grabbing your arms, “Oh, tell me exactly what Bucky told you.”

You huff, “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not!” she protests, “I just want to know what your sexy new neighbor told you.”

“Stop.”

“Stop, what?”

You both turn and find Wanda standing there with three drinks in her hands, looking like she could use some help. Immediately, you grab one of them and set it down on the bar, then trade Natasha her drink for yours.

“Oh, Y/N’s got this really hot neighbor,” Natasha fills her in, sipping her drink, “Total DILF.”

“Nat,” you hiss, then turn to Wanda, “He’s just a nice guy. He’s got a four year old son.”

“Look at you, remembering details,” Wanda teases, and suddenly, she and Natasha are laughing together — like they’re actually friends.

“Oh, please,” you huff, downing half of your drink and listening to Natasha cheer you on before you speak again, “I’m sure he has someone, anyway.”

“He was blushing hard,” Natasha points out.

“He was?” Wanda gasps.

“Stop!” you demand, laughing as you take another sip, “Nat, why don’t we gossip about you and Sam, instead.”

She grins mischievously, “Yeah, I’ve definitely got my eye on him. But, that’s not as fun as watching you squirm.”

Wanda laughs, “Totally.”

You roll your eyes and finish off your drink, knowing Natasha is about to start in again, and you’re much too sober for it.

“Wanda, you should’ve seen the way Bucky’s friend, Steve, was flirting with her, too,” she continues, “He carried in boxes, and I’ll be damned, she even put her hand on his arm! And that man is all muscles. She loves to play innocent, but I think she knows what she’s doing.”

“She definitely does,” Wanda agrees, “I’m sure you’ve got both of those guys in a chokehold already. This will be interesting.”

You sigh, “Anyway.”

“Aw, don’t get all pouty,” Nat teases.

“I’m just not looking for that right now,” you explain casually, waving down the bartender for another drink, “I want a quiet life. My own house, my job, and my weekend outings with you guys. I don’t need some guy.”

They both soften as they stare at you, listening closely as you explain your feelings to them. They know how you’ve been handled by men in the past, and they understand that you’re not like them. You can’t let it roll off your back the way you do; you take it personally. You get hurt when you shouldn’t. You attach meaning to things where others don’t. Now, with your job and your improved mental state, you don’t feel like risking any of it over a man.

“Well, cheers to that, then,” Wanda breaks the silence, holding her cup up in the air, “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

You wake the next morning with regret, anxiety, and one big, fat headache. You groan and curse out loud at yourself, then climb out of the bed to get some coffee and aspirin in you. Briefly, you consider food, but the thought makes your stomach turn.

You spy a note on the counter in Natasha’s handwriting, which is the first thing that clues you in that she isn’t here.

Thanks for last night! Had to run. Chores to do at home. Still coming on Tuesday night with Chinese to help you unpack, so you better not be called in to work.

XOXO,

Nat

You smile at it as you fire up the coffee maker, then dig through the open box on your counter until you find the bottle of aspirin you always keep handy. You recap the night in your mind; the teasing about the neighbors, the drinks, the dancing, the drinks, the karaoke, the drinks. You hadn’t planned on drinking so much, but you wanted to let off some steam. Given that you work a fourteen hour shift tomorrow, you feel like you deserved it. Now, you’re not so sure.

After a few hours, your headache starts to subside and your stomach growls. Knowing you don’t have any food in the house and refusing to do an entire grocery store run, you resort to picking up takeout.

As you pull down the newly familiar street with a bag of food sitting on your passenger seat, you notice motion at the house next to yours. Steve is out in Bucky’s front yard, tossing a foam football around with Noah. You smile at the sight, then let your eyes travel a little further left. Bucky is pushing a mower down his lawn, shirtless, sweaty, and showstopping.

You groan when you realize you’re in shorts and a giant sweatshirt with messy hair; not at all presentable for him. Then, you scold yourself for even thinking that way.

We’re just neighbors. That’s it.

Regardless, you still try to fix your hair before you get out of the car. Steve recognizes your vehicle and waves over to Bucky, who stops the mower and walks over to his garage, where he grabs a cloth to wipe up his sweat.

You climb out of the car shyly, wondering if you should clear out your garage today just so this could be avoided in the future. Before you even lock the doors, Steve’s voice carries across the yard.

“Go ahead, buddy. She’s right there.”

You furrow your brows, gripping your food a little tighter.

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N.”

You can’t help but grin as soon as you hear his little voice, and you forget all about your hangover and the bag of grease in your hand as you spin around.

“Good afternoon, Jamie,” you reply, watching the little boy’s cheeks grow pink, “Are you kicking your uncle’s butt in football?”

You gesture to the foam ball in Jamie’s palms, and shyly, he nods his head.

“Yes,” Jamie grins, “He’s not very good.”

“Excuse me,” Steve cuts in, “I’ve taught him everything he knows.”

“Everything?”

Your eyes move from Jamie and Steve to Bucky, who is approaching with a teasing grin. You stare as he brings his cloth around the back of his neck and wipes his sweat away, then drags his eyes from his friend over to you.

His muscles in his chest flex then, and you visibly swallow and look away. You swear you hear Steve’s low chuckle, but you don’t dare look over out of fear that the men will see right through you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Bucky greets you, watching as you hesitantly look back up at him again.

“Hi, Bucky,” you reply, trying to figure out what to follow up with, only to blurt, “Yard looks good.”

Steve snorts and you clamp your lips together, wishing silently that you could snatch the words right out of the air and back into your mouth.

Even so, Bucky’s lips tip up into a genuine smile, and you swear you see the high points of his cheeks go pink — just like Jamie’s.

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly, “I’m happy to help you out with yours anytime you need it.”

He watches as you recoil at his kindness, letting your shoulders drop and a pout form on your lips. Steve sighs audibly, but neither of you even glance his way.

“Thank you very much, I appreciate that,” you smile.

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you grow stuck in a trance of sorts as you explore him with your eyes; his tan skin, his chest, his softening belly that makes your knees feel physically weak, and his messy hair. His soft brown eyes that work all over your body, too.

“Wouldn’t want that food to get cold, Y/N,” Steve says knowingly, drawing you and Bucky away from each other.

“Right. I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you give Bucky a nod and he returns it, then you move your eyes down to Jamie, “Nice to see you, Jamie. Keep beating him, okay?”

Jamie grins, “Okay.”

Steve and Bucky both laugh and so do you, and with a wave to Steve, you disappear inside your house. You try not to replay the entire thing in your head as you set your food out to eat. You turn on a show on the TV that is only half hooked up, and just as you start to eat, you hear the lawnmower fire up again.

With minimal hesitation and refusal to think twice, you hurry over to your window — the one that faces Bucky’s — and watch as he pushes the mower down the side of his house. He’s focused, sweaty, and tan, and it stirs something inside of you. Careful not to get caught, you let your food get cold on the coffee table, Steve be damned. Bucky is a sight to see, and you find nothing wrong with indulging. It means nothing, you tell yourself. It means nothing. He’s just nice to look at, that’s all.

a/n: pleeeease let me know if i should continue writing this or not! so curious what your thoughts will be! reblogs are appreciated and thank you for reading <3

*i no longer have a tag list. follow @mackupdates to see every time i post something new!

#bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james buchanan bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #dad bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #single dad bucky

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incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes · 1 year

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[phone ringing]

Natsha: Yes?

Harley: It's us. Is Tony there with that guy Rhodey set him up with?

Natasha: They're here. And it's not good. Stephen is super-hot.

Peter: Oh my God, I hate Stephen so much.

Harley: Natasha, you and Bucky need to ruin this date. Just spill their drinks on them. Oh, tell lies about Tony. Just do whatever you need to get rid of this guy.

Natasha: On it. [hangs up, to Bucky] Get me a burger!

[Avengers Tower]

Harley: We need to find Steve and make him do something about his feelings.

Peter: He went to that TaskRabbit gig. We have no idea where he is.

Harley: He was walking. He can't be that far.

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 1

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

chapter warnings: none

a/n: I am so excited to work on this fic. I am a sucker for a good singledad!Bucky fic and to add the teacher!Bucky to it as well? A dream! let me know what you think of this first chapter in the comments! I hope y'all enjoy!

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“Becca, come on you have to get up,” Bucky whispered as he lightly shook his sleeping, six year old daughter. Becca’s face twisted up in discontent as she attempted to pull her blanket up to prevent having to go to school.

“Sweetheart, don’t make me turn on the lights,” Bucky threatened lightly, not wanting to turn on the lights himself but he needed her to get up. They had to be leaving for school in thirty minutes, he’d already been up for an hour and a half preparing for the day.

Becca groaned at that threat, knowing he’d do just that if it meant she’d finally wake up. She threw her hands over her face and peaked through them, her blue eyes catching his.

Becca was Bucky’s twin with her brown hair and blue eyes, she got way more of his genes that she did her mother’s. A fact that made Dot angry every time any of Bucky’s family brought it up. When Dot walked out on them Becca was two. She hadn’t known her mother long enough to miss her, but Bucky knew that there was a mom shaped hole that he would never be able to fill completely, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

“But daddy I don’t wanna go to school,” Becca whispered from behind the safety of her hands, trying not to make eye contact with her dad.

“Why not, Bex? You were all excited about going to first grade last week, what changed your mind?” Bucky asked quietly, trying to find out where his daughters sudden fear of the first grade had come from.

“Because you’re not my teacher,” she whispered, looking down at her hands and avoiding Bucky’s face. His heart dropped. He knew that Becca had been hoping he would be her teacher, but since he was her father that wasn’t going to happen. Their school liked to avoid the “my parent is my teacher” stereotype and placed the kids with other teachers instead.

“I know, sweetheart. But you know who is your teacher?” He responded, smoothing her brown curls as she looked at him with those big blue eyes, shaking her head no. So Bucky whispered, “Uncle Stevie.”

Becca’s eyes grew three sizes and next thing Bucky knew she was throwing off her blanket and running to the closet, “UNCLE STEVIE IS MY TEACHER!?”

Bucky chuckled as he watched Becca’s curls fly around her head wildly as she tried to find “the best outfit for the best teacher EVER!”, though that last statement hurt Bucky just a little bit.

“Alright Bex, calm down. Now. Let me see what you plan on wearing,” he said, his hands on his hips. He didn’t care what Becca wore to school but sometimes she liked to play dress up just a little too much. Becca showed him her outfit and he nodded his head in approval.

“Alright kiddo, I’ve got breakfast ready. Let's go eat real fast then you can get changed, brush your teeth and we’ll be off to see Mr. Rogers.” At that, Becca zoomed past Bucky to the kitchen and he swore he’d never seen a kid eat faster, and he’d had plenty of lunch duties in his day.

As Bucky finished packing their lunches and fixing his togo coffee, he listened to Becca chatter on about how excited she was to be in Uncle Steve's class and how she was scared that she'd forget to call him Mr. Rogers and how many friends she was going to make, the last statement making Bucky chuckle as he shook his head. Becca didn't know a stranger. She made friends everywhere she went. Suffice to say, she got that skill from her mother. The difference? Dot made friends at the drop of a hat, but she was terrible at maintaining those friendships. Bucky was physically pulled out of his thoughts by his six year old tugging at his slacks, "okay daddy! I'm all ready!"

Focusing on Becca, Bucky had to hold back a laugh. While his daughter had managed to put on her clothes correctly, right side out and everything, her hair was a different story. The chestnut curls looked like they hadn't seen a brush in days, and knowing how busy he'd been setting up his classroom and getting ready for the school year, it probably had been that long. "Okay, Becca Bug. We need to fix this hair, now run and grab your brush so we can head out. Daddy can't be late for the first day of school," he said with his hands on his hips trying to put on as serious a face as possible, the action nearly impossible with a giggling six year old running from him. He couldn't help but think, "this is gonna be a long year."

By the time the pair made their way to the school Becca was practically buzzing with excitement. Gone was the shy and somewhat scared six year old he found laying in her bed this morning, Rebecca Dolores Barnes "but you can call me Becca please" had taken her place. The pair didn't make it as early as they normally would today but Bucky had the opportunity to walk Becca to her classroom before returning to his own to greet his students.

Steve Rogers opened his classroom door as he heard the excited tone of Rebecca Barnes approaching. "UNCLE STEVE!! I'm in your class this year!" Becca shouted, practically flinging herself into his arms making Steve and Bucky laugh at her enthusiasm. The two offering a one-armed hug around Becca's small body.

"Remember what I said this morning, Becca- bug," Bucky said somewhat sternly, making sure to look her in the eye. Where her sudden sass came from, Bucky had no clue, because next thing he knew his daughter was rolling her eyes and sighing, "I know daddy, he's Mr. Rogers when I'm in his class and at school."

Steve tried his best to suppress his laugh with a cough. Steve knew where she got her attitude from. It was a perfect (read: deadly) combination of Bucky, Dot and Becca's namesake her Auntie Bex, Bucky's sister. Not him though....she definitely wasn't influenced by her Uncle Steve...not one bit.

Bucky cut his eyes at Steve, trying to get him to realize that he was serious about teaching Becca what she needed to know at school, when he recognized the slow flow of students entering the halls. The first day of first grade had started. Bucky turned to Becca and wrapped his daughter in a hug, "Alright, Becca. Be on your best behavior for Mr. Rogers, learn lots of things, make new friends, I'll see you at lunch. I love you to infinity and beyond, Becca-Bug."

"I love you to the moon and back a kajillion times, daddy!" Becca responded, squeezing her dad tight before kicking her feet to try and get down and enter her classroom. That was Bucky's cue. He gave Steve a final hug before heading to his classroom. As the kids approached, Bucky greeted them and the people dropping them off. Most of the kids were excited to see some of their friends from Kindergarten again, others were already in the process of making new friends. Bucky continued through the line of students and guardians, avoiding the occasional flirting by some of the moms thrown his way, when he reached the final student in line.

She was looking at her feet, suddenly preoccupied by the pink converse on her feet and trying to avoid his eye, her fingers finding interest in picking at the sequins on her pink unicorn shirt. A throat cleared from behind the young girl. Bucky saw black heels first, followed by a black pantsuit, a white blouse and finally a slightly concerned face looking down at the young girl. You bent down to get to her level and whispered something in her ear, the girl looking up at Bucky quickly but promptly turning her face into your shirt. You looked up at him with an apologetic look on your face. Luckily, Bucky knew what to do.

He bent down slowly, and stretched out his hand, "Hi, I'm Mr. Barnes and welcome to the first grade. We've got a lot of fun things we're going to do this year." The little girl poked her head out under your arm, looking at Bucky's outstretched hand as if it might attack her any second. You took that moment to nudge her, nodding your head when she looked at you like she wanted to say something.

The little girl took a deep breath, poking her chest out and thrusting her palm out to meet Bucky's, "My name is Avery Claire L/N, and I am six years old. It is very nice to meet you, thank you," she stated, stumbling over her words a little but when she was done she looked at you, almost for approval. You shook your head at your daughter's silliness. What Bucky didn't know is that Avery had been practicing for days how she wanted to introduce herself, she'd seen her mother do it a million times and she wanted to get it just right.

"Well, Avery, it is very nice to meet you, are you ready to go make some new friends and have a great year," Bucky asked, gesturing to the classroom door behind him where the other students were already talking and playing with each other. Avery poked her head around his legs to get a better look, obviously something sparked her interest cause the next thing you knew she was giving your legs a squeeze and yelling, "bye mommy! Love you!" as she ran into Bucky's classroom.

Bucky laughed at her enthusiasm, she reminded him of Becca. He turned to face you, extended his hand and said, "I look forward to teaching Avery this year, as I said I'm Mr. Barnes. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N."

The corner of your lip twitched upwards, almost like you wanted to smirk at his assumption that you were married, and you reached your hand out to give his a firm shake before stating, "It's Ms. L/N. Y/N L/N. And I look forward to hearing all about the joys of first grade, Mr. Barnes."Bucky swore his face lost all color. The blood drained out of his face so fast the second he heard her full name. He'd heard of Y/N L/N. Who the hell hadn't. She ran L/N Enterprises and was known as one of the most ruthless executives in New York. Your smirk turned into a smile full of teeth, a smile Bucky was sure you'd perfected in all sorts of business deals and meetings over the years.

Or maybe it was one you reserved just for people when they found out who you were, your reputation obviously preceding you, Bucky couldn't help but think to himself. He opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off as your phone started to ring, "thank you for the introduction, Mr. Barnes. And thank you for your work this morning with Avery, she's a little shy and I'm not entirely certain where she got that from. I'm sure we'll see each other soon." You turned down the hall, heels tapping the linoleum flooring as you answered the phone with a harsh, "What?"

As Bucky watched you walk away he let out a sigh he didn't know he'd been holding in since you introduced yourself. "This really is gonna be a long year."

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I don’t have a taglist for this fic yet, but if you’d like to be added just let me know!

#bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #single dad bucky x single mom reader #bucky barnes x yn #teacher bucky barnes #bucky as a teacher and a single dad? all i ever wanted #original characters #rebecca barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #BuckySimp101

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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i saw this new photo of sebastian and i thought about single!dad!bucky dropping his daughter off to school, but when he was leaving he saw you - his baby girl's teacher, so he stopped to talk to you (flirt with you, cause he has a really big crush on you) and he is so charming and nice, but he also knows how to make you blush

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes moodboard #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #single!dad!bucky #single dad!bucky #dad!bucky #dilf!bucky #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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Happy Being Happy

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, domestic (156 words)

ahhh this one is really cute actually. give me more elderly queer joy!!!

James looks out at Harry running around in the grass with his kids. He enjoys the simplicity of a happy family playing on a summer day. He basks in the way the sunlight calms his aching bones.

And he looks over at his husband, greying and wrinkled, and still even more beautiful than the day James met him back in 1972. Regulus smiles at him and James notes the smile lines on his face. James brought those to him.

He leans over and kisses Regulus, hearing an eewwww! from one of the kids, and chuckling to himself. Regulus’ eyes still sparkle in the sun just as they always have. And right now, in 2023, James could not possibly be more happy with the path his life has taken.

He leans down and nuzzles Regulus’ neck and bathes in the warmth, from the sun, and from the love of his life, and is just happy being happy.

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elvendorx · 10 months

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here’s my take on the latest discourse:

james potter is a passenger princess on the BIKE, which is how they mostly get around because it’s more fun and you can pass car traffic and it’s easier to park

sirius CAN drive a car but doesn’t enjoy driving a car, he thinks it’s boring

james DOES enjoy driving a car but in a boy racer way, it’s a sport for him

i won’t accept flying mad james potter not liking to be in control of a vehicle at least some of the time

sirius is a car passenger but not a passenger princess. he does like watching james drive. james knows it and does unnecessarily elaborate gear changes to emphasise his arms, drives with one hand low on the wheel

sirius backseat drives to annoy james when he wants to be on the bike

#whats the rich kid equivalent of a corsa #james drives that #remus can't drive he always says hes going to 'pick lessons back up'#(no evidence he's ever had a single one) but never does #eventually says it's for environmental reasons #peter is the best driver because he sees it in a normal get from a to b way #his dad taught him #he would be an annoying passenger though #'james did you do the mspsl because i didnt see you do the left mirror check'

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atruesweetheart · 8 months

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i know everyone (myself included) loves the idea of Spider Sully, but to be honest i also love the idea of long-suffering single dad Norm Spellman and his feral child. like sure, he would have the help of his fellow scientists, but at the end of the day toddler tantrums are no joke and this poor man is struggling.

#james cameron avatar #avatar way of water #spider socorro #norm spellman #single dad norm spellman #he's just trying his best #demon child spider socorro #avatar

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diazsdimples · 1 month

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Hey James ☺️

How about something from Single Dads AU, and Sleepy mornings?

-❤️🪐

Hello Saturn!! 3 Single Dads AU and 3 Sleep Mornings sentences coming right up, definitely not 2 days later lmao!

Single Dads AU 👨‍👧‍👧 (now I'm gonna be really nice and build on my Shannon arc for you here)

Eddie collapses onto the couch and holds his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he cries. Buck drops down beside him and loops an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him in closer, and Eddie drops his hands, turning his face into Buck’s neck. “It’s okay, Eds,” Buck says softy as he rubs Eddie’s back. “Let it out.”

Sleepy Mornings 😴

Buck dutifully did as he was told and swallowed the pills Eddie offered him. It didn’t escape his notice the way Eddie kept his hand on the back of Buck’s neck, rubbing soothing circles just below his hairline and occasionally scratching his blunt nails through Buck’s short curls. “You ready to go back to sleep?” Eddie asked when Buck placed the glass on his bedside table.

Also tagging @theotherbuckley for Single Dads snip and @hippolotamus for Sleepy Mornings 🫶

Make me write things!

#james answers things #single dads au #sleepy mornings fic #buddie wip #james writes #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc

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oxydiane · 2 years

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harry nervously plays with the peas in his plate. he knows he shouldn’t be worried about this. he really shouldn’t because cedric is lovely and charming and there is no way on earth sirius and remus are not going to like him.

and even in the very unlikely scenario they didn’t, they really couldn’t stop him from dating the hufflepuff.

he is relieved when, looking up from his plate he can see remus smiling gently and clapping his hands together.

“well diggory, i have to say, you really are a keeper.”

“oh please, professor, i thought you’d remember, i play seeker, actually.”

a dreadful silence settles in the room as remus’ smile falls.

“ah! i like this one!” sirius beams.

#sirius is EXATIC #idk how to spell that word sorry #sorry about this too but i couldn’t get the scenario out of my head #wolfstar raises harry #wolfstar are harrys dads and you can take this from my cold dead hands #honorary dads #this is the single moment that cements sirius and cedric’s relationship #he’s gonna talk about it on their wedding #headcanon #cedric x harry #hedric #wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #harry james potter #cedric diggory #wolfstar raising harry

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olivers-cocoapuffs · 1 year

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James is a celebrated author and he wants to write a kids picture book but he needs an illustrator so Sirius recommends Regulus and then James and Regulus spend a few months together writing and illustrating this book and they fall in love

#Also single dad james #It’d also make a cute prongsfoot fic if you replace reg with sirius #I thought about this while making coffee #my brain works weirdly #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #The marauders #the slytherin skittles

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rainbowsprinkledpirate · 2 years

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Trick-or-Treat 👻🍭

Pairing: Single!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Younger!Male!Reader

Summary: Halloween was a special time of year for you. Because you could be with the one you love most. And also prank people without much complaint. Something you made sure to include your love in.

AN: This will be from Bucky's point of view. I decided to try it out for fun.

A loud knock at the door jerks Bucky from his doze. He squints over at the clock next to the fridge. It read seven thirty-two.

That's odd. Steve wasn't due back with Rebecca until nine-ish. So, who was knocking at the door? Some trick-or-treaters? It couldn't be. He made sure not to leave his porch light on so they'd avoid his house.

Another rough knock at his door forces Bucky to his feet.

He recalls that a few kids last year stopped by his house even with the porch light off and kept knocking because they knew he was home. At the time Y/n, a boy he saved a few years earlier who ended up making him fall in love with him, had scared them off. But Y/n was busy at some friend's party.

Damn kids.

He scowls before jerking the door open ready to knock some sense into the kids. But there were no kids, only a man dressed in dirty blue overalls and a scuffed Michael Myers mask.

Bucky huffs a laugh.

"Uh, hey there Mister Myers. Sorry I'm all out of candy." The man says nothing simply staring at Bucky from his place on the porch.

At this angle he couldn't see what color the man's eyes were, only darkness peers back from the mask's eye holes.

Unease pricks along Bucky's spine at the silence. His time in the army taught him that quiet was never good. Fingers twitching against the door handle, he rocks back on his heels.

"Thanks for the good scare, but I think it's time for you to go now. I've got stuff to do." And by 'stuff to do' Bucky meant get some extra sleep while he can.

He moves to close the door and the man backs off, turning to leave.

For a moment Bucky finds him staring after the Michael Myers cosplayer. It had been a while since he saw such good design put into the outfit. They really went all out.

Shrugging off the unease he made his way slowly back to the couch. But something made him hesitate. He once again blames his time in the army making him jumpy. Yet it saved his and Steve's life more than he could count.

Movement up the stairs leading to his and Rebecca's rooms grabs his full attention. A shadow emerges from his room and he stiffens.

It was the Michael Myers guy from earlier.

"What the hell?" Before he can move for his handgun stashed away in one of the cabinets in the kitchen the Michael Myers starts dancing. Hips wiggling back and forth as he pretty much hops down the stairs.

Bucky had seen that terrible dance once before and immediately slaps his forehead with a groan.

"Y/n! I could have shot you, asshole." The man in question jumps off the last step and tugs off the mask, eyes twinkling with mirth. Bucky's rapidly beating heart slows at the sight of the h/c's mused hair from the mask.

"Come on, you have to admit that was pretty good."

It was because it was unexpected and Bucky hated to admit it out loud.

"Whatever," He allows himself to finally plop back on the couch while flipping Y/n the bird. "Now that you're here, let's watch the real Michael Myers at work."

Y/n saunters over, kissing the top of Bucky's head setting fireworks off in his chest before dropping down beside him.

"Oh, yeah. One more thing before the movie, Buck." Bucky raises a quizzical brow as Y/n turns to face him, looking oddly serious.

"Trick-or-treat. Smell my feet-" Bucky proceeds to smother Y/n with a pillow as he howls with laughter.

It was hard not to love the idiot. Even when he got on Bucky's nerves. In the end, he was glad he saved this ridiculously handsome yet annoying guy those few years ago. Because it meant his holidays ended up being a little brighter and filled with joy.

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AN: Hope you enjoyed although it was short. I had fun writing this! Happy Halloween! 🦇🎃🦇

#bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #x male reader #modern au #james buchanan barnes #Single dad bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #halloween #criticism welcome

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