➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
Opting for baggier clothes to at least try and seclude your growing bump, it was getting harder. Students were beginning to stop and stare, Bucky consciously paying attention to the room’s shifting. He would give you gentle gazes and darling smiles to help push you through to the end of each lecture before he’d finally wrap his arms around you when the classroom had emptied.
“Alright, remember! Our midterm is on Wednesday.As long as you answer the questions in the study guide and practice, all of you will be fine. Don’t hesitate to ask any questions, either. I’m here to watch you succeed.”Bucky informed the students as everyone began to pack up their belongings.
Once the room had cleared except for Millie who was checking her phone, she turned her eyes over to you. “Nikki’s waiting for me out front. Have fun house-searching!” She exclaimed. She lowered her head to press a quick kiss to your belly before hitting Bucky on the arm and leaving.
He greeted you with a wide grin, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes casting into yours. “Come here, mama,” He said, walking forward to wrap his hands through yours. You erupted into a quiet giggle as Bucky pulled you close, your bump pressing to his well-defined abdomen. He sighed, reaching his hands forward to wrap around your stomach.
“Not going to lie, I miss being able to hold you close,” He chuckled, making you smile.
“Well,your children are wreaking havoc in the womb right now. I swear one of them is bouncing on my bladder,” You sighed heavily. “And hey! We can still touch… I’m not that big yet.” You growled, earning Bucky to smile, and leaned forward to peck your lips.
“I know, I know… I’m just teasing. Are you ready to go look at these houses? The realtor just texted me.” He questioned.
Your heart flooded with warmth. “I can’t believe this… We’re actually getting our own house together.” You breathed out, gently biting at the skin on your lip. Bucky hugged you as close as he could.
“It’s surreal, I know… But I can’t wait to start this journey with you.” He whispered, kissing your ear. “And just think… Whatever house we do decide on? I’ll get to have sex with you in every single room, just to break it in and really make it ours.”
“Bucky!” You exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. “It only took one night in a hotel to make this happen… Be careful.” You reminded him, eyes narrowed.
Bucky beamed with another laugh before grabbing his keys off the desk and leading you out of the classroom. As you two walked down the halls and hopped on the elevator to take you to the bottom floor, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Life had become so much different since Sharon disappeared.
The last you saw of her, she was being handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cop car while Millie was essentially let off the hook for beating Sharon to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. Your and Bucky’s relationship only seemed to strengthen and it gave you both ample time to focus on one another plus the idea that you would be parents sooner rather than later.
The car ride to the first house was filled with you and Bucky exchanging words back and forth about what you were both looking for in homes; family homes. When you arrived to the first listing, your eyes widened. It was beautiful.A two story brick home with a fenced in backyard. Flowers dotted the outside area with a well-manicured lawn, bringing you to gasp.
“Wow, this is stunning,”Bucky admitted with a smile, wrapping his hand through yours. The two of you exited the car and were greeted by the realtor, a friendly woman by the name of Denise. She grinned at the two of you, a folder in hand with some of the property’s biggest hits.
“Bucky, Y/N! What a pleasure to see you both,” Denise grinned as she shook both your hands before her eyes settled on your swollen belly. “Wow, I think you’ve grown since I saw you last week!” She exclaimed, bringing you to smile sheepishly.
As she led you inside, your eyes were captivated by the large front entryway. It was decked with cherrywood floors and the space was huge.
“This home is four bedrooms and two baths… It also has a fenced-in swimming pool in the back. Bucky, since you’re a professor, there is also an in-home office for you.” She explained. You could hardly listen, your excitement was bubbling when you walked into the spacious kitchen that looked out into the living room. The bar was set up with a huge chandelier hanging overhead, the countertops were a fine marble. The color scheme was simplistic, but with pops of color being introduced on the cabinet doors. There was a huge pantry with a sliding barndoor that you were obsessed with, Bucky quickly noticing how you gravitated.
Bucky fell in love with the in-home office. He could already see himself settling in and getting classwork done or maybe he visualized you seated on his lap for a round of fun while he sent his stressors away. He could envision house parties here with Steve, Sam, Millie, and Nikki. He saw the potential in the home and already, this was both of your favorites on the list.
The bedrooms were huge, with a grand master easily decided to be your and Bucky’s if you opted for this home. The bathroom seemed even bigger with a tub big enough to fix three. His and hers vanities were colored in a dark grey paint with marble countertops that had flicks of silver.
Another room was seen, this one quickly being envisioned to be the twins’ nursery. You could already see you and Bucky painting the walls different colors and theming it to whatever you had come up with. Tears welled in your eyes as you passed throughout the other areas until you were finally taken onto the balcony that was attached to the master bedroom. Large french doors opened up to a well-manicured backyard with a swimming pool in the very center that was fenced around with a slide attached.
“I can already see myself having coffee out here every morning,” You whispered, hanging onto the railing of the balcony. Bucky smiled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you. Denise had left the two of you alone to explore the home for yourselves after she listed the other pros such as the best school in the district wasn’t but two miles away. Recreational activities for the kids were on every corner, along with it being in close proximity to the college for Bucky.
“Doll, I’m already in love with it, and this was only the first house.” Bucky laughed, kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his two large palms on your belly and gave it a subtle stroke, feeling light taps of feet kicking against his hands. “And I think the twins agree.” He added with a gentle, heartfelt smile.
Giggling quietly, you couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Let’s check out the pool then head to the next one?” You suggested, Bucky agreeing. When you made it down to the backyard and you saw how large it was upon stepping out of the two french doors leading toward it, you had to cover your mouth to withhold the threatening gasps. Denise already knew that sound meant you were hooked.
“Should I even show you two the other three homes?” She laughed, bringing you and Bucky to share a look.
“I think it’s a good idea, yeah,” Bucky answered. “Just so we know.Right, Doll?”
“LOOK AT THE SWING! THEY HAVE A BACKYARD SWING!” You exclaimed from somewhere out in the open. Bucky’s eyes lifted when he saw you seated on the wooden swing, kicking your legs back and forth as you giggled like a teenager. Bucky broke out into a wide grin.
When Denise showed you two the other three homes, immediately none of them compared to the one with the pool and in-home office. As the day drew to a close, Denise was already preparing an offer on the first home.
“Decision has been made? The two-story home on Carter Avenue?” She asked for clarification. You and Bucky held each other’s hand, both of you grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s the one,” You smiled, already seeing yourself in the future. You envisioned the pitter-patter of toddler feet racing down the halls while you and Bucky chased in behind them, until they would turn into elementary, then middle, even high school teenagers. It swelled your heart and made your world spin quickly, causing you to leane further into Bucky for support.
“Alright, let’s get an offer together and I’ll send it over to the owners.” She smiled in satisfaction.
As you both left with your hopes lifted that this very house would be yours soon, Bucky and you sat in the car for a few moments of sweet silence. You both looked up at the home, your smile erupting.
“I can’t believe this… We’re actually looking to buy a house together.” You expressed with a bright smile. Bucky laughed, reaching a hand over to wrap it around your thigh.
“I know… I can’t wait to do this with you,” He said, his eyes casting into yours. You slowly turned your head to face him, not helping but to lean over the best you could in order to give him a kiss.
You felt a few more kicks swell in your belly, making you gasp. They were much harder than before and you giggled, hurrying to grab Bucky’s hand. You rested it on your side and his eyes widened as he felt them for himself.
“You guys are excited too, aren’t you?” Bucky asked in a sweet voice.
Soon, the two of you were back at Bucky’s shared home with Steve and Sam. The two had gone out for the night while Millie opted to spend the night at Nikki’s, giving you and Bucky some privacy… And that meant the two of you were sprawled out in bed together, binge-watching a series while Bucky graded last-minute papers.
Once he wrapped up and joined you for cuddles, you licked your lips. “Bucky, what are we going to name them?” You asked.
“I thought they’re being named Razzle and Dazzle Barnes?” He laughed, referencing Millie. You slapped his shoulder playfully, rolling your eyes as you tossed back a chip.
“I’m being serious!” You smiled. “I’m due Febuary 25th, but honestly, twins normally don’t make it to 40 weeks… And even though it seems like we have time - we really don’t. I’d like to start calling them by their name… Even if they don’t understand it yet.” You laughed.
Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “What were you thinking? Twins usually have rhyming names or the same letter.”
You bit down on your lip. “But do we really want to go traditional?”You asked.
Bucky shok his head. “No, these kids are different from others. So, they deserve two different names… How about we compromise. You name one baby, I’ll name the other?” He suggested.
You smiled excitedly. “You name the girl, I’ll name the boy?” You raised your eyebrows.
Bucky wrapped his arm around you. “I was hoping you’d let me name her… Because I already had a name in mind.”
Your eyes widened. “Really? Because I already have a boy’s name in mind…”
Bucky moved to sit up, taking this moment seriously. “You go first.” He ushered.
He helped you to sit up. You swallowed the lump that threatened to form. You had the name picked out since you were younger and you hoped Bucky would appreciate it. The first name was easy, and now that you knew Bucky, you wanted to honor him.
“Lucas Buchanan,” You answered. “And we can call him Luke for short.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “You… You want to give him my middle name?” He asked, his eyes suddenly blurring. You nodded and that’s when you felt him pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.
“Lucas Buchanan Barnes… I love that,” He laughed, kissing you passionately. You smiled widely, thankful and relieved that he approved.
“Alright! Tell me what you have for a girl,” You grinned excitedly.
Bucky smiled. “I’ve given it a lot of thought.. I have a feeling you’ll certainly be up for it, but I was just thinking of how one person in our lives has helped us so much. After all… I wouldn’t have found out you were pregnant without her telling me…”
Your eyes started to widen.
Bucky inhaled.
“I want to name our daughter after the best…Eliza Millie,”He announced
“Bucky,”You gasped, covering your mouth. It was your turn for tears to well up. He held you closer, his lips pressing against yours as you held his cheeks.
“Luke and Eliza,” You whispered. “I think they’re perfect.”
Bucky grinned. “Just like the woman carrying them,” He winked, making your cheeks heat up.
Before you realized it, the two of you found yourselves tucked away beneath the sheets, your hands roaming across one another freely. You were basking in the glow of Bucky,never having been more thankful for somebody in your life. Everything was beginning to make sense now.
➳ welcome to my little headcanon series; The Baby Diaries. here is where I’ll create headcanons for pregnancy/delivery/raising kids featuring some of the people i write about. if you have any ideas you want to see in this series as headcanons, send me an ask! i’d love to incorporate your ideas into it! :) until then, have fun reading & i hope you enjoy! I’m so excited
➳ It started right after your and Bucky’s honeymoon. You hadn’t been feeling well. Constantly fatigued, with no energy whatsoever, you were lucky if you kept water down. Bucky was of course worried.He had taken care of you the entire weekend, even going as far as skipping out on training and work so he could take care of you. He was holding you when you desired to be cuddled, using a cold compress for your neck to try and bring down nausea, and ensuring you were kept hydrated.
➳ “Bucky, am I dying?” You had asked him after you finished throwing up for what seemed like the millionth time. Bucky’s blue orbs pooled in yours as he worked to wipe away the bead of sweat that was collecting on your forehead. “No, Doll, I don’t think you’re dying,”He sighed, rubbing comforting circles into the muscles of your shoulders that throbbed from the number of times you had thrown up. “Should we go see a doctor?” He asked you in all seriousness.
➳ Well, rather than seeing a doctor in the hospital,you went to Bruce Banner. “Bruce, please, what could it be?” You asked him as you hopped up onto the exam table in the medical bay. Peering at you through his glasses, he chewed on his bottom lip. “What are your symptoms again?” He asked. You listed nausea, fatigue, mood swings, and a few others. Bruce sat there with his arms crossed, trying his hardest to fight off the smile. He knew that you and Bucky were freshly married and had returned a few weeks ago from your honeymoon.
➳ “This is a personal question… Oh, I’ll just say it. Y/N, it sounds like you may be pregnant,”Bruce concluded. You swore Bucky turned fifty shades of green.He stopped blinking, his hand reaching for yours. “Pregnant?” Bucky repeated the revelation. Bruce glanced between you and Bucky, trying his hardest not to laugh at your husband’s apparent look of shock.He nodded his head. “I can do a few more tests to see?” He suggested to which you quickly nodded your head. Once Bruce had conducted some, he said that the results would be back within a few minutes. During that time, Bucky finally spoke.
➳ “Doll, could you really be pregnant?” He asked. You smiled, rubbing your fingers over his flesh knuckles. “Honestly, it would explain a lot,” You sighed. Bucky gulped, knowing that you were correct. The sickness, the wave of emotions, the reason you squeaked when he grabbed you from behind and touched your breasts. He thought he had broken you for a split second until you informed him they just hurt.“If I am pregnant – are you okay?” You slowly turned your eyes up to him. He quickly looked down to meet your eyes, a soft smile erupting. “Of course, I will be…” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
➳ It felt like a solid eternity before Bruce returned wearing a smile, hands folded in front of his body. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.” He announced. Drawing in a gasp, your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Bucky’s jaw was unhinged. Even though he had already confirmed it in his head, actually hearing it be said was an entirely different story. Your hand moved to rest on Bucky’s thigh as you slowly turned your eyes over to meet his gaze. “Bucky, did you hear that? We’re…Pregnant,”You whispered. Bucky’s head lolled over to meet your eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Bruce smiled, leaving the two of you alone to soak in the news.
➳ Later on that night as you two were settled in for bed, Bucky had his head in your lap. “Doll, I’ve wanted to start a family with you – I just wasn’t expecting it to be this soon,”He laughed, picking up your hand. You giggled in response, raking your fingers through his dark brown locks. His eyes were zeroed in on your belly, his hand slowly shifting your t-shirt up so he could see your belly that would soon grow with a bump. “I know you can’t hear me yet, but I love you so much already.” He whispered, leaning forward to press his lips to your stomach. You knew you married a good man.
Summary:Alone in the middle of nowhere and feeling yourself slowly fading, all you could do was try to keep yourself alive.
Pairing:Bucky x y/n
Word Count:2.4k
Warnings: Language, some gore
Author’s Note: Thank you @emmabarnes for the prompt for this story, sorry it’s been so long coming! ‘Reader has been missing for a few days, Bucky is going completely insane, they find her hurt/unconscious/dying in a field somewhere.’
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As you wearily dragged yourself back to consciousness, he was your first thought.
You were only granted a few blissful seconds of peace before being inundated with pain, fear and disorientation, but in that brief time your mind was swimming with Bucky’s last words as you boarded that fucking plane.
‘Keep yourself safe for me, bug.’
Then he slipped away.
Unbelievable agony began to radiate from your right leg, shooting through your body like lightning with every slight movement. Battling through your tangled thoughts, you slowly pieced together the series of events that had landed you flat on your back in the middle of a field, in so much pain that you were struggling to breathe. You vaguely recalled glancing through the Alpha Jet’s window and seeing Moscow down below, then seconds later being hit by some kind of projectile. The impact had instantly snapped your wing off and sent you plummeting towards the ground.
After that it was just blackness, but the thick cords wrapped tightly around your waist and thighs led you to the conclusion that your parachute must’ve malfunctioned.
Fuck, Bucky was gonna be so pissed.
He always told you to double check that stuff, giving you concerned glances every time you teased him for being paranoid- if you somehow managed to survive this you were definitely in deep shit.
On the plus side, you now knew vaguely where you were and how you’d ended up here, so it was time to let your years of relentless survival training kick in. Your focus shifted to keeping yourself alive.
First, you needed to see your leg.
Carefully moving yourself around a little, you couldn’t feel any pain coming from your back, so you decided to risk sitting up in order to assess the full extent of the damage. It took at least thirty minutes and some intense screeching, but you eventually managed to find a comfortable position where you could get a good look. Your right leg was completely crushed underneath a sharp, thick piece of steel. At your best you could probably have shifted it, but you’d barely managed to muster the energy required to get to this point- besides, there was a good chance it was the only thing stopping you from bleeding out.
Freeing a length of cord and taking a deep breath, you fashioned it into a tight tourniquet above your knee, the pain causing you to collapse back to the ground. You needed to distract yourself, find something to focus on other than the excruciating agony.
Frantically flicking through memories like a rolodex, you eventually dug out an old reliable, one that could always make you smile no matter the circumstances- the day you first met Bucky.
You were still locked away beneath the Triskelion at the time, in the midst of Fury’s brutal Hydra-deprogramming regime, seriously considering whether all this pain was worth the meagre quality of life you’d be doomed to once you were cured. All you’d been told was that someone with ‘similar experiences’ was being sent to ‘assess’ you, which sounded to you like the kind of euphemism a parent would use to reassure their child when the vet arrives to put down their beloved pet.
The door of your basement prison slowly opened, and the first thing you saw was his smile, faint but optimistic. After that it took less than a few minutes for you to gather that this broad, intimidating man was just a sweet and clumsy oaf.
He stood opposite you and reeled off a few questions, giving away his nervousness by fidgeting around slightly as he spoke. ‘So how long’ve they had you hidden away down here?’
‘Almost two years.’
‘Wow, long time. You like it down here?’ You gave him a slightly puzzled look, figuring it was pretty clear that you weren’t living in this bare, concrete basement by choice. ‘Sorry. Stupid question. You’d probably rather be anywhere else, right? But hey, at least there’s no bugs.’
‘Nope, just me.’
‘You’re definitely the biggest bug I’ve ever seen.’ He paused, reassessing his words. ‘Not that you’re- I didn’t mean-’
The corners of your mouth curled into a smile in response to his inept ramblings. The sight seemed to effectively derail his frantic train of thought, because his words trailed off and he let the two of you settle into a brief, comfortable silence.
You knew from that moment there was something special about him, but later in the day when he spilled a full mug of coffee all over the floor and made you laugh for the first time in years, you knew he was the one. Just remembering his face as he stared at the slowly spreading brown puddle made you laugh to yourself, but you quickly snapped out of your fantasy when the sensation caused pangs of pain in your chest.
Just like that, you were back in your nightmare.
Your throat had already started to feel dry and scratchy, but you had no water and it was the height of summer, so there was little chance of rain. Bucky had three days to find you at most, all you could do in the meantime was try to preserve what little energy you had left.
You attempted to lull yourself to sleep by imagining him next to you, trying to remember the soft sound of him breathing and the warmth of his closeness. You thought about how long it’d taken for both of you to reach the point where you could share a bed, how you built up trust, slowly growing accustomed to being in such close proximity.
It started with Bucky sleeping on the floor of your bedroom, just so the two of you could get used to the sounds of each other. It only took a few weeks before he was able to tell whether you were awake just from the speed of your breathing, and he’d make sure to ask every few minutes if you were okay until he heard you nod off. The first time he tried sleeping in your bed, both of you expected a night of tension and unrest, but it turned out blissful. The feeling of his arm slung over you while you slept was the most comforting sensation you’d ever experienced. After that, there was no turning back, and the presence of each other was the only thing that could guarantee you both a good night’s sleep.
All you had tonight was the bitter cold and the paralysing fear that you might never get to see him again.
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You jolted awake.
Sitting up slightly, waves of dizziness hit and you suddenly noticed that the grass around you was soaked with blood. You took a deep breath, grabbed a sturdy-looking stick from the ground and clenched it between your teeth, biting down hard as you tightened your tourniquet. The pain was immense and felt like it would never end.
After that, all you could do was lay back down and just let the hours pass. The light slowly faded, bright sunshine turning into murky twilight, which then waned into a darkness so thick that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.
Thankfully, you didn’t mind the darkness. Late night was the only time Bucky was able to sneak you out of that fucking basement prison, so you’d grown quite fond of it, often staying up late just to stare into the night sky and relive those memories.
You thought back to the first time he did it, how he charmed the security guard before excitedly leading you through a maze of winding corridors. You’d never forget the feeling of the clean, crisp midnight air hitting your face for the first time in years. You were stood there with eyes firmly closed, tears running down your face, just breathing it in. A hand was gently placed on your shoulder, and you glanced over to see Bucky looking at you with the most beautifully triumphant smile. You leant into him and let his arms enclose you. The two of you stood there, holding each other and gazing at the stars, for hours.
You held on to that memory for as long as you could, but eventually it got away. You were starting to fade, you could feel it. Grasping around for anything that would keep your mind active, you began trying to remember all the intricate details of his face and the cadences of his voice, imagining what he’d say to you if he was here.
‘Well, I never pegged you as a quitter.’
You smiled slightly to yourself, his voice echoing in your ears. ‘You always overestimated me.’
‘That’s a lie and you know it.’
Letting your head fall to the side, you saw him crouched down beside you, wearing the same outfit he’d had on when you first met. A plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, classic but unbelievably sexy.
‘Good to see you, bug.’
‘You too Buck,’ tears started to well in your eyes, ‘I just wish you were real.’
‘Me too.’
You would’ve given anything to have him reach out and touch your face, to feel the rough skin of his hand against your cheek, to know he was there with you.
‘But look,’ laying down beside you, he propped up his head, a goofy grin spread across his face, ‘I wore your favourite outfit.’
‘You’re a figment of my imagination, of course I put you in my favourite outfit.’
He shrugged. ‘Could’a put me in nothing at all.’
‘Didn’t want you to be cold.’
‘So considerate.’
You chuckled slightly, wincing in pain. ‘Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.’
Your gaze shifted from your imaginary boyfriend back to the inky sky, a feeble sigh escaping your lips. You knew him being here wasn’t a good sign, your mind was obviously starting to completely unravel, but you couldn’t say you weren’t grateful for the company.
‘Am I gonna die here, Buck?’
‘Well you’ve lost a lot of blood and you haven’t had any water in almost two days,’ he leaned so close that you swore you could smell his cologne, ‘but we both know you’ve survived worse. If this is the thing that takes you out then, frankly, imma be a little pissed.’
You gave him a faint smile, pretty impressed at the accuracy with which your half-dead brain had created this hallucination- he was just as much of an asshole as his real counterpart.
‘Besides,’ he continued, ‘I can’t be too far away by now. You know I’ll never stop until I find you.’
‘You better fucking not.’
Your eyes slowly closed, but you still heard his voice in your ears as you drifted off into a fractured sleep.
‘Get some rest, bug. I’ll see you soon.’
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You felt an orange warmth against your eyelids, but you couldn’t muster the energy to peel them open. The pain in your leg had faded, but you weren’t sure if it had improved or if you’d just grown accustomed to it. You kept falling in and out of consciousness, strange dreams bleeding into reality until you couldn’t distinguish the two anymore.
You fell into a sunken place, tranquil sensations engulfing your body, as if you were slowly slipping into a warm bath.
You thought, in the far distance, you heard your name being called.
—
Faint beeping started in your right ear.
It was sporadic and far away at first but, eventually, it grew loud and steady. You managed to grasp onto the sound, letting it drag you out of the sunken place and back into your body. Then more sounds started to bleed through. You pushed aside the distant footsteps and singing of birds to focus on the one you were really interested in- the close mumbling of an incredibly familiar voice. Mumbles strung themselves together and eventually became words.
‘-and then Steve said it wasn’t as good as the one from the diner around the corner, but he’s only saying that cause he’s got a crush on the girl that works behind the counter there. He knows I’m right, there’s no comparison.’
Your eyelids were still too heavy to push open and your throat was so dry it was painful, but you just about managed to choke out a few words.
‘Are you really talking to your comatose girlfriend about pizza?’
You couldn’t see him, but you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was talking through a wide grin. ‘I ran out of interesting topics hours ago, not my fault you decided to sleep in.’
A chuckle rose up from your stomach and you winced, expecting that pang of pain, but there was nothing. You just about managed to pry an eye open, lolling your head towards Bucky’s voice and trying to focus through the blinding fluorescent light.
‘Are you real?’
‘I’m real.’ His hand came to rest on your face, the sensation sending elated waves through you. ‘You had me scared for a second there, bug. Thought you were a goner.’
The corner of your mouth twitched. ‘I’ve survived worse.’
‘Your chances of survival would be much better if you checked your damn parachutes every once in a while. How many times have I told you?’
‘I don’t even get a minute of consciousness without a guilt trip?’
‘I can go back to talking about pizza, if you’d prefer.’
A single head shake was all you could manage in response to that threat. He chuckled, rising from his chair and leaning over you, thumb stroking over your cheek while he planted a cautiously soft kiss on your forehead.
‘I’m never letting you outta my sight again.’
You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?’
‘No.’
Now you were more grounded in reality, and apparently doped up on a cocktail of pain meds, you managed to push down on the mattress and shift yourself sideways. Bucky’s very concerned frown faded once you patted the bed beside you.
‘Could use some company.’
‘Oh, me too.’ He carefully climbed into the empty space, lowering his head onto the pillow. ‘I haven’t slept well for days.’
‘Wow, must’ve been really hard for you.’
‘It was.’
You watched the teasing smirk fade from his face as he drifted off to sleep, and felt yourself following not long afterwards.—
A/N: This can be more. This is just what came to mind for now, I am open to the idea of exploring deeper into this and giving you more of the story behind them.
Barton Ranch isn’t your typical ranch. Bucky got lucky marrying the owners daughter. He might have gotten the daughter, but his soul was pledged to the Ranch long ago. And he won’t stand for anyone messing with any part of the Ranch.
Three harsh raps on the front door straighten his spin. Out of his chair and over the living room floor the only sounds filling the room is the soft sound of the TV and his boots on wood. Pulling the door open stands his lead wrangler, looking torn. Buck’s gut says nothing good is coming from this.
“What?” He fills the opening of the door.
“Got a problem.” Steve pulls his hat off, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
“What type of problem?” He glared.
“Our wranglers got worked over at the watering hole in town.” Steve sighs but cuts his eyes to Buck. It’s all he needs to know in that look. It’s bad.
“Fuck.” He grumbles, snatching his hat off the hook, placing it on his head. He nods once before grabbing the keys to the truck off the table and walking out the door, pulling it closed softly behind him. “Round up the boys. We’re setting things right.” They stalk down the porch to the path. Heading for the Bunkhouse.
Even with the Sun long gone down, the heat never goes away. The windows rolled down, Buck shifts in his seat. Steve suddenly rolls the windows up, glancing over from the road.
“Is my count off or do we have a death wish?” Steve grips the wheel.
“Your count ain’t off.” He looks out the window.
“So we have a death wish?” Steven nods slowly. “Good to know. You could have asked me if I had one, but alright.”
“She fell asleep with the baby. I ain’t waking that girl, you wanna fight the devil that rises?” He looks over at his best friend, brows lifted.
“You married her.” Steve snorts.
“And she ain’t killed me yet cause I know better.” He points out.
Steve laughs. “She’s going to kicked your ass and mine, we both know it.”
Buck sighs, shaking his head.
“Fuck.” He whispers. It makes Steve laugh even harder, making Buck laugh as well.
The music plays loud, amped up and setting the Saturday night vibe. Buck rips the doors of the bar open, Steve follows and the wranglers behind him. People start taking notice quickly, a few guys scoop their girls up, herding them to the side exit. Smart boys.
“Buck.” The bouncer starts towards him looking exasperated already.
“Fuck you.” Buck’s finger is pointed at him.
“It was a fair fight.” He tries.
Buck nods as they stop in front of one another. “That so?” He scraps his fingers through the beard on his jaw. “That ain’t what my boys told me.” Buck cuts his glare up the bouncer. He sighs, chuckling.
“Well they got it handed to them of course they’re gonna say that.”
Buck nods. He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly, before his fist pulls back and slams into his nose. Shrieks and yells follow as he crashes into the floor. Buck’s quick to step down on his chest.
“You’re going to disrespect, Barton Ranch?!” He yells loudly to be heard by all. “You’re going to disrespect my wranglers?!” His voice booms around them. “Did you fucking forget who owns this god damn town! This fucking state?!” He looks around.
“Fuck Barton.” The bouncer spits from the floor.
“Don’t. Don’t do it.” Steve warns from where he leans on the bar, watching. Before Buck can turn wood cracks, splinting down around him. Straightening up, he steps off the bouncer, stooping he picks up the broken end of a pool stick. Turning on the heel of his boots, he weighs the stick, finding the wielder.
“My turn.” He nods, swinging back.
“Scott call ‘em out!” Steve orders as the fight erupts.
“Him!” Scott shouts as he throws a man on to the pool table but points with his other hand to one trying to make a run for it.
“Get him!” Buck yells, Howie charges after him. Slamming into they hit the floor but Howie’s on top raining down hits.
“Him!” Scott calls, whipping a beer bottle at someone running for the door. A group of bar flies are spilling out the same door.
“Go!” Steve and Buck bounce off once another rushing after him as he hits the door. They get to the door in time to see the guy hit the dirt parking lot in bright headlights. Long legs, a wood baseball bat in hand.
“My balls just jumped into my stomach.” Steve groans.
“Oh shit.” The wranglers stumble into each other behind them.
“Hey that’s the guy!” Peter yells shoving through.
“He started it!” TC stumbles after Peter.
“Get his ass!” Buck orders. They all spill out the door after the two. TC and Peter stumble to a stop backing up suddenly as a group of guy settle up behind the one they started to chase.
“Oh shit!” Peter stumbles back, tripping back he hits the dirt, kicking up a cloud. It’s the revolver in hand
“Wrong fight, Barton can’t win everything.” The guy cocks the gun.
Buck stoops to grab Peter off the ground. His hand closes around dirt, pulling Peter up, Buck shoved him back, throwing the handful of dirt. The bat swings down on his outstretched arm, shoving it down. Firing into the dirt lot, before it comes up and slams into his jaw, sending him into the dirt.
Steve hits one sending him down. The Wranglers jump in, fighting with the rest. He doesn’t have to glance over as she kicks his shoulder over, her bat over her shoulder. His wife followed.
Her boot presses down on the man’s cheeks. Smooshing his face into the dirt.
“We got a problem here boys?” She asks.
“Shit.” One of the guys groans from the dirt. “It’s his crazy daughter.”
“Shut the fuck up.” TC sucker punches him again.
“You work over my boys? In my town?” She laughs, swinging her bat down. She raises it once again before slamming it down across the man’s ribs. “Touch MY WRANGLERS AGAIN!” She’s shouting startling everyone. “And I’ll set fire to your worthless fucking home with your pathetic little families inside them.” She glances around, suddenly in a much softer tone. “M’kay?”
Several more punches or kicks are delivered before others are running, or crawling away for their vehicles.
“Do I want to know how you found us?” Buck sighs, taking his hat back from Scott, who found it where it landed in the fight.
“Cowboy who the hell do you think you are? You don’t do nothing on that ranch and think I don’t know about it.” She laughs, tossing her bat to Steve.
“Been that way a long ass time too.” He chuckles, nodding as he puts his hat on. “Who’s got the offspring?” He wonders.
“Your sister. She called when she went to the Bunkhouse and found it empty but for some bloody towels and ice packs.” She explains, looking up at him.
“And you knew right where to go?”
“What other watering hole do these dipshits like to even go too. If it ain’t the strip club.” She laughs.
Buck looks over the lot of wranglers and laughs. She wasn’t wrong.
“Do I want to know what this fight was over?” She lifts a brow.
“Nah, but your daddy is going to have some hid over it that’s for sure.” He nods.
“My daddy? You’re funny. I’ll have the hid for it.” She rolls her eyes laughing.
“Good lord you don’t think Babygirl is gonna be like you, do you?” He laughs, pulling his wife in by the hips.
“I baked her myself, fingers crossed she’s even meaner.” Her nose crinkles up at him.
“Jr is gonna have his hands full with her.” He shakes his head, grinning.
“Cause he ain’t going to be a hot head, stubborn, jack ass like his daddy?” She laughs, slipping her hands up his chest.
“He already is.” Steve laughs walking by. The lot of them laugh as well.
“See.” She shrugs grinning at him. He leans down pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Ride back with Steve. I got babies to get home too.” She laughs, pulling away.
“Oh you just come for the good time. I see how it is.” TC laughs, hugging her.
“You know I love a damn good fight boys.” She grins, flipping off Scott who laughs, blowing her a kiss.
“Ain’t that the truth momma.” Frank chuckles, he pulls open her truck door for her. She winks at him before jumping up into the truck.
“I’ll see your ass at home. Don’t think you’re getting off light boy.” She points at Buck. “Diaper and bath duties Mr.” she laughs as she gets in, letting Frank close her door, for her.
“You got off easy.” Howie chuckles.
“You ever seen Jr at bath time?” Steve laughs.
Howie shakes his head.
“I’d rather break Stallions dying hung over. Boy got his momma’s Devil side for sure.” Buck chuckles.
“You did not get off easy.” TC shakes his head, picking up his own hat, dusting it off.
“Not even a little.” Buck sighs.
“You’re just lucky she didn’t rat you out to her daddy.” Peter laughs, patting him on the shoulder.
“Nah I’ll be ratting you fuckers out to him.” Buck laughs, shoving Peter away.
There’s a collective groan, knowing hell would rain down.
“Get ready boys, four A.M, comes real fast.” Steve laughs.
