Bucky As A Dad (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Bucky as a dad (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request : Hi! Could you write headcanons with Bucky as daddy with his daughter? A 40s version and a recent one? :) you can do it english as in french depending on the language you prefered, it would be super nice, thanks 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cuteness overload  

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

MASTERLIST

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In the 40’s

- You were his girlfriend for eight months, it was serious between the two of you and you tried to be careful but c’mon, it’s the forties so… Avoiding a pregnancy wasn’t the easiest thing!

- You understood you were pregnant when your mom started to suspect something… She didn’t know you felt nauseous every morning, even if she pointed out your breast got bigger and she used to keep track of your period. Having a baby out of wedlock was so inappropriate at that time! Plus, you were younger than Bucky.

- When a nurse confirmed your pregnancy, you started to panic. You were afraid of your family reactions, of Bucky’s, of your friends, etc. To you, it was like the end of the world.

- Crying and being a mess when you were alone.

- Thinking about how to tell the news to James.

- Finally, you told him when you went to his apartment. He was a bit surprised, but took it really well! He wasn’t the kind of guy to have an excessive reaction, he was simply happy. After that, he asked your hand to your father and you two very quickly married to avoid suspicions that the baby was conceived before the wedding. It was a small ceremony: only your families and very close friends. Then, you moved into his home, you started to make plans about what to buy for the baby, you discussed a lot about the names and the education of baby Barnes.

- Always touching your belly during the pregnancy and he prepared everything for the baby’s arrival.

- When you gave birth to your beautiful daughter, he almost cried and never let her out of your sight. He used to speak and sing to her all the time.

- Maybe it was weird, but he was fascinated when you breastfed the little girl and, sometimes, was a little jealous of this special bond you had with Y/D/N.

- When she started to eat “solid” aliments, he was so proud to feed her, always making little games to make her eat everything.

- More than once, she peed on him with her little angelic smile and her bright blue eyes shining. She wasn’t his copy carbon, but she looked like him: she had his perfect eyes, his nose and his hair color. He was never angry against her, even if she laughed after she urinated on him.

- Being patient when didn’t say “Dada” right after “Mama”. Nonetheless, he sweetly encouraged her to.

“Baby doll, say ‘dada’.”

“Haha.”

He couldn’t help but laughed, he shook his head.

“Say ‘dada’ or daddy won’t sing you a lullaby tonight.”

Her big eyes opened wide and she gasped.

“DADA DADA DADA!!” she screamed before he kissed all her face.

- Y/D/N was a daddy’s girl, she was so fond of him and she always wanted him to sing her lullabies, cuddles and kisses from him.

- She started to walk fast and she always wanted to make her daddy proud. Her little chubby legs tried to run towards her father.

“Come on, Y/D/N, daddy is waiting for you!”

He was always careful that she didn’t hurt herself, but when she fell on her butt, she laughed and reached out for his arms.

“My sweetheart…” he cooed before he took her in his arms.

- Every time he came home after work, she jumped on his legs to have a cuddle because she missed him.

- She was his everything and never failed to ask you if you needed something for her or yourself. He wanted his girls to be happy.

- Well… It was before the war… Because he never came home…

- When he had to explain to her he was obliged to leave, she cried, even after he promised her he would come back. He tried to explain things to her, but it was complicated and she was only two and a half.

- The three of you cried when he left to serve his country. It tore your hearts. Mini Barnes refused to let her daddy go…

- Eventually, over the weeks, she accepted his decision a bit more and she was so joyful when you read the letters he sent.

- He missed his girls a lot. Dreamed often of you and wrote letters every time he could.

- Then, the letters stopped.

- She was only two when the bad news came: James Buchanan Barnes died like a hero. You lost your husband and Y/D/N lost her loving father.

 Now

- When you missed your periods and started having nauseas, you didn’t wait to make a pregnancy test. All your doubts were confirmed: you were about to have a baby. Your first baby, but not Bucky’s first.

- Of course, you knew he was married and had a daughter in the 40s. So it took you time to find the courage to tell him. When you came into his room to tell him, he surprised you.

“I already know you’re pregnant.”

“H-How… I-I mean…” you stammered

“Your breasts got bigger, you felt nauseous the mornings, you have this light stomach baby bump.”

- You thought he was going to tell you to get an abortion, that he didn’t want to become a father again. Instead, he kissed you and cuddled you in silence.

- He was lost. Very lost. He had the impression of betraying his first wife and his daughter…

- But he couldn’t ask you to kill that baby in your belly. He knew he had to start a new life, but it didn’t mean he had to forget. He never could.

- He was so impressed with the new technologies like the pregnancy tests, the ultrasounds that permit to know the baby’s gender, its weight and height.

- You gave him a daughter and he felt like in paradise because, for once, he truly completely felt happy since Hydra took him.

- He read a lot of books about pregnancy since it wasn’t a big thing in his time.

- Spoke a lot to the baby in your belly.

- He chose to call her “Rebecca Winifred” in honor of his sister and his mother.

- He was as perfect as he was with his first daughter, but he always panic, he’s afraid she would be taken away from him by Hydra.

- Was so happy to bottlefeed her, it felt so nice to him.

- He would educate her differently since it’s not the 40s anymore and because that’s the kind of thing you build together.

- As she has grown up, he taught her a lot of things from his time and that only rare people knew.

- Training her to be a strong and independent woman without annoying her, he would understand when she needed a break for a few days or weeks.

- Giving her all the possibilities in her life: whatever jobs she wanted to practice, whatever will be her sexual orientation for examples, he’ll always be there for her.

- A bit strict about dating and being in a relationship with someone.

- But, he would be the best dad ever.

I'm sorry for this... 😂

Love war (Cillian Murphy x reader)

Request: Could I request a cillian x female reader where the reader meets his children for the first time and they get along really well (the reader is younger than him - 20 years like your other imagine) xx

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

I know, it took me six weeks to write just an imagine and I’m so sorry I made the anon wait this long... I’m sorry. Really.

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You were nervous. It was an understatement. Being in a relationship with Cillian was already a lot, he was 20 years older than you, but it never had been a problem. It's just that people always judged you for the age gap even if you've learned to ignore them. A serious relationship was: getting involved, which meant, among other things, meeting his family. You already met his parents and his siblings, you pretty get along with them, they were really nice, but his two sons? Never. Why? Because your boyfriend wanted to be sure it worked between the two of you.

Even if you were stressed, a part of you was excited to meet Malachy, 12 and Aran, 11. You had seen them in photos and they were the spitting image of Cillian, especially Malachy. You were in your new apartment, the one in which you now lived with Mr. Murphy. You waited impatiently, sitting on the sofa in the living room, for the arrival of Cillian and his sons. Your leg was moving nervously, you knew they were going to show up from one minute to the next. When you heard the front door open and their little voices, you smile without realizing it.

You got up and went to join them before gazing at them. The first to see you was the youngest of the two who greeted you shyly. A small laugh escaped your lips and you hugged him. It was something you hadn’t controlled. You wanted to see their adorable faces for ages! You did the same thing with Malachy before presenting yourself and showing them the apartment, especially their bedrooms.

Even if you were happy, you were still awkward because you didn’t know if they already liked you or hated you and what you could do to get to know them! You really hoped they were as sweet as Cillian. So, when they dropped off their belongings in their respective rooms, you went to see them to ask if they wanted to do a particular activity. The two young boys had the same idea: go to the fair. You loved it too. Then, inevitably you promised them that you would go in the afternoon, after eating.

At lunch time, you had cooked lasagna and the two boys feasted, seeing this warmed your heart because you knew you were on the good way to make them like you as a stepmother. You almost choked with your food after Aran asked a question "important" for a couple:

“Are you going to make a baby? Are we going to be big brothers?”

You casted a glance at your boyfriend who was hiding his amused smile, letting you voluntarily answer the little boy. Of course, you had already talked about it, the idea was very tempting. You hadn’t had a child on your own yet, Cillian dreamed of having a daughter and since he was 42 years old, he wanted to avoid waiting too long for a third child. You two agreed to wait a little longer, which meant that you would try in the following months. You cleared your throat before answering:

“Well… Would you like to be big brothers?”

“You make dad happy and we always wanted a sister… So, it would be great!” responded Malachy with a smile.

You couldn’t help but smiled back.

“That’s something we were talking about. You’re alright with that?” intervened Cillian in the discussion. Aran nodded with a smile and Malachy thumbed up in approval. You were already very relieved.

While the boys were brushing their teeth, you took the opportunity to do the dishes with your man and stole him kisses from time to time. He laughed before he kissed you properly.

“They understood the reasons why their mother and I divorced and I’m sure they already like you.”

A big smiled stretched your lips.

*

The boys were so excited, they ran everywhere, desiring to try every merry-go-around even when Cillian kept telling them to stay calm and avoid drawing attention to you. You accompanied them in almost all attractions, except those that were a bit too thrilling to your taste. The fact that you only had nine and eleven years of differences with the two boys made you understand them and have fun with them. You spent your day laughing with them, teasing them and letting them do the same. You acted like you were their friends, even if your boyfriend intervened once or twice, judging they were going too far.

Malachy and Aran asked you to have candyfloss and an ice cream at 4 o’clock as a snack, you decided paid with a good heart, running with them to one of the food stands. You were already fond of the kids. When you gave them their delicacies, they thanked you, but before they had a chance to eat, you put ice cream on Aran’s nose before he wiped it with a little grunt. His little grimace made everyone laugh. He tore off a piece of his brothers' candyfloss before tucking it in your mouth.

“Thank you, little munchkin!” you said after you emptied your mouth, then you laughed.

You held the child in your arms and in exchange, he put a slobbering kiss on your cheek to bother you. With this, he ran away, knowing full well that this little war wasn’t over and that Malachy will ally to you. Cillian watched the scene, a big smile stretching his plump lips and his crystal blue eyes sparkling with joy. He was so much reassured and happy that his children got along well with you.

A love war just begun.

Exquise esquisse (Part 1)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: This story will contain incest. If you feel uncomfortable, please don’t read. This story isn’t about smut or just to satisfy some pervert desires. I’m writing this story because I wanted to read a pure and very intense love forbidden, the kind that makes your heart and stomach hurt or even cry. I don’t advocate for incest, actually I think this is very wrong, I know and I’m not a big fan of that, tbh. However, I’ve been thinking of this for a year: “What could happen if Bucky Barnes got someone pregnant in the 40′s and now he’s falling in love with his great-granddaughter without knowing she’s family?”. In this story, I'll broach different points of view: philosophical (thanks to philosophy classes in high school!), cultural and historical. AND don’t come to insult me or what you want because, it will show you didn’t understood what I wanted to prove through this story. One last thing: I won’t write this story as a regular novel cause I don’t think I have the level in english (and the time) so, I'll stick to short chapters and emphasize the important points and feelings.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

 PART TWO

Walking in the streets of Brooklyn, earphones on, you rolled up the sleeves of your denim jacket. Without looking straight ahead. You had never hit a muscular and hot torso or fell to the overthrow, but narrowly caught by a handsome man. It was only in the movies, so why se faire un sang d’encre? Life was a ballad, which, like any other, contains positive and negative. Nothing was all white nor black. It was all about nuances. Everything in your life was about shade of difference.

What you couldn’t imagine, would be that something would plow into you. You were more likely to take a post in your face, instead, a beautiful Labrador ran and jumped on your legs. The animal was adorable, so adorable that you couldn’t resist it, you caressed the top of his head before looking around for his owner. Came face to you a tall handsome man, your heart missed a beat and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He had everything from a Greek god, the kind that makes you fall for him and leaves you with that strange feeling. A feeling on which you cannot put a label on it because you don’t know what it is, the kind of feeling that doesn’t leave you insensitive, the kind of feeling that leads you to ask yourself a thousand and one questions. Attraction is so powerful.

His azure eyes, resting on you, didn’t make you fall backwards, instead, he turned you upside down. Love at first sight existed, you were convinced. This invasion of so foreign sentiments overwhelmed you… Even, poisoned you. When he came to apologize to you, you couldn’t help but smiled and a long discussion ensued. It was the beginning of love... Love, so pure, so innocent.

You were so young, beautiful and kind. Despite your slightly grunge look, something in you reminded him of his youth. Your innocence, perhaps? Your doe eyes? Your shy smile? Or was it the sweet freshness you provided? In a single instant, Bucky was lost, but he knew one thing: you didn’t leave him indifferent, he desired to see you again, no, he had to. He needed you. You became his new heroin, when he barely knew you. The wrong way was already taken. But was it really your fault? Fate knew how to find you, nobody escapes it and there was no way you two would.

“Bucky… Call me Bucky, doll.”

Bucky, that name, you already heard it somewhere. He was Captain America’s best friend, but why did it sound so familiar? As if you personally met him before?

You didn’t question yourself any longer, because you knew you would see him again. One look, one smile, one hour of discussion and you were infatuated with him.

L'amour que nous ne ferons jamais ensemble

Est le plus rare le plus troublant

Le plus pur le plus enivrant

Exquise esquisse…

- Gainsbourg

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Hi! I just wanted to say that your English is really great! It’s a hard and confusing language to learn (grammar/structure/punctuation ugh) especially if it’s not your native language.

Hi! Thank you for being so nice! ❤

English isn't so difficult but if we want to have a good level, practice is needed. 😉

+ If you're the person that left two requests about Cillian Murphy, yes I'll write it as soon as I can, but I'm super busy right now. However, it will be online before December (I think) 😉

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Sometimes, I want to write stories morally very wrong, but I can’t because people will think I’m mad, they’ll insulte me or even boycott my other works... :(