Prompt #17 – I’ll never be the size that has single digits and my thighs will always touch when I walk, but I’m ok with that.
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You had always had insecurities about your body, it had taken you years to accept the way you look, and you felt stronger for working through it. You kept yourself fit with exercising and swimming but no matter how much you worked out you knew you would always be a plus sized girl.
Your relationship with Steve had been a complete shock, of course you had seen him when he was on the news saving the world with the other Avengers, and while you jogged your usual route around the park, normally he was with Bucky or Sam, trying to out run each other, he was built like a god, his rock-hard abs, strong arms and sharp jawline, not to mention the deepness of his sky-blue eyes and pinkness of his deep lips. You never thought someone like him would glance in your direction, but some miracle had brought him into your life.
Summary: You’ve seen Bucky around the compound, but never in a million years did you think that he would be attracted to someone like you. Word Count: 2,595 Warnings: Language, rough explicit sexual content, praise!kink, Bucky talking in Russian because yes, that is a warning in and of itself. Author’s Note: Bucky is pretty forward in this fic. He finds you sexy and he lets you know it. Google Translate was used. Any errors are because of Google. A request was sent in by anon that worked well with this work in process. Could I request a Female Reader/Bucky where Bucky is dirty talking reader in Russian, but Bucky throws in a few sweet/ cute things inbetween all the dirty stuff unaware reader can understand him perfectly?
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The first time you met Bucky Barnes, you were trailing Tony from one meeting to the next, up three flights of stairs, down two, all while wearing four inch heels. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle it, the multiple flights of stairs, numerous times a day, it was the looks everyone shot you that made you doubt yourself.
You knew those looks all too well, you had seen them every day of your life. They weren’t jealous of you in any way, they felt bad for you because you were a plus size woman. You wore a size twenty-four, your bra size was forty-two DD, your stomach and thighs were soft, jiggling when you jogged, but you worked hard not to let their words pierce through the armor you spent years crafting.
You had just rounded a corner, your eyes on the mobile device in your hand, telling Tony who would be in attendance for the next meeting, when you walked into a brick wall. At least, it felt like a brick wall. That was until an arm was secured around your waist, holding you against a solid chest, a screech caught in your throat, your hands scrambling for purchase.
“I got you, doll,” the brick wall gruffed, his fingers digging into your back, but not painfully.
“I… I’m so- sorry,” you stammered, your heart hammering in your throat. “I wasn’t watching -”
“I wasn’t either,” he interrupted, his ocean-blue eyes cutting right through you.
“Hey, Ice Man,” called Tony. “Get your hands off my intern.”
You planted your feet and found yourself sighing in disappointment when his arm fell away. “Thank you, for, uh, for catching me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he murmured, his eyes flitting over your face.
“Miss Y/L/N, come on,” Tony insisted, finger tapping his crazy expensive watch.
You gave your rescuer a warm smile before running off to join your boss.
Four days later, you found yourself in almost the same position, only it wasn’t a ruggedly handsome individual you plowed into, it was Pepper Potts, and you were carrying a mug of coffee. You squeezed your eyes shut and worked to suppress the shocked shout that was scurrying up your throat. When you opened your eyes, Pepper’s lips were pulled into a tight line as she surveyed her ruined clothes.
“Oh, shit, Pep- Miss Potts,” you wheezed. “I’m so sorry!” You put the files and mug you had been carrying onto the desk behind you, ignoring the protest of whoever was working there, and ushered Pepper towards the bathroom.
“Y/N,” she said calmly. “I’m okay. I just need a change of clothes.”
You stared at her for a second too long before saying, “Absolutely, I’ll call Happy and he can bring you -”
“That won’t be necessary,” Pepper insisted. “I have spare clothes here. Now what about you, are you alright?”
With your brows pulled together, you looked down at your clothes and blew out a heavy breath. “I just bought these,” you groaned.
“Come with me,” Pepper instructed, a warm smile on her face. “We’ll get you fixed up.”
Twenty minutes later, you were in a secure room, pulling off the coffee-sodden clothing and dropping them into a plastic bag. Pepper was already wearing freshly pressed clothes, and standing there, almost naked in front of her, you felt insecure and tried hiding your stomach behind your arms.
“I’ll send this to get cleaned. It should be ready before the end of the day,” she said as she tied a knot onto the bag.
“No rush, Miss Potts.”
“Call me Pepper, please.” She handed you a towel, which you immediately wrapped around yourself, surprised that it actually encompassed you completely.
You followed her into a room that had a variety of clothing in many different sizes. “Wow, this is awesome,” you couldn’t help but say.
“I insisted we supply more than the run-of-the-mill office supplies. Tony didn’t agree with me at first, but as you can see…” her voice trailed off as she waved her hand.
“This is probably the best idea in the history of great ideas,” you laughed.
Pepper laughed with you for a moment before her watch started beeping. “There’s a washroom and changing area just over there, Y/N. You can leave the towel when you’re done.”
You told her how much you appreciated everything she had done, smiling when she excused herself. Finding the section that contained clothes that would actually fit you, you about cried at the wide variety before you, and made a mental note to send Pepper a thank you note of some kind.
Quickly grabbing an outfit, you made your way into the room Pepper had pointed out, and tossed the towel into the hamper. It didn’t take you long to figure out you weren’t alone; you felt the weight of their eyes before a noise was made.
“I know the world has changed a lot in the past seventy-five years, but I think you have the wrong room,” he chuckled.
You knew that voice, it was the guy that saved you from falling the other day. With the shirt held to your chest, you whirled around to find him standing there, water dripping from his long hair onto the unbuttoned blue shirt he was wearing, a towel hastily wrapped around his waist, and his feet bare.
“I, uh, see, funny thing,” you stammered, your face going flush. “Wait… are you… you’re Bucky Barnes.”
With a brow arched, he gave a curt nod. “You’re one of the brighter ones Tony’s brought on,” he joked.
You swallowed heavily at the way his eyes roamed over your exposed skin. “Believe it or not, you’re not the first person to tell me that.”
“I believe it.” Bucky didn’t move to go back the way he had come, or take his eyes from you. “You’re also the sexiest.”
“Wait… what?” you rasped, confusion heavy on your tongue. Before giving him a chance to answer, you shook your head and started to quickly tug on the clothes. “Pepper didn’t tell me there were men and women changing areas. I… I didn’t know. I’ll just -”
Bucky was leaning back against the wall, one foot crossed over the other, and a dark gleam in his eyes. “Don’t leave on account of me, doll,” he insisted. “Besides, I’m enjoying the view.”
A blush colored your chest and neck under the weight of his gaze. “I’m just… you know,” you stammered. “I have a job to do.”
With his bottom lip between his teeth, Bucky hummed. “Tell Tony you were with me.”
A laugh bubbled in your throat as you started to button the shirt, giving Bucky a nice view of your ample breasts. “And what should I tell him we were doing?”
“You could tell him that we were naked, in a room, just the two of us,” he breathed, reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear. Your head jerked up because, goddamn, when the hell did he walk across the room and how had you not heard him. When your eyes locked onto his, you sucked in a stuttering breath.
A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You alright, doll?” Bucky asked, his finger skimming along your jaw, pulling goosebumps to the surface.
Your mouth was dry as cotton and your lungs decided not to work properly. “I uh,” there was this vein in the side of his neck that was pulsing heavily, “why wou- wouldn’t,” and you really wanted to lick it, for starters, “I be?”
Bucky’s head tipped to the side and for a second, his eyes glazed over as if he were focusing on a sound, a sound that you were convinced was your heart beating against your ribcage like a trapped hummingbird, or the rush of arousal that settled heavily between your legs. His pupils blew wide as he gnawed on his bottom lip.
“I can smell you, doll,” he murmured, all up in your personal space, those long fingers now on your neck.
You hadn’t realized that the closer Bucky got, you took a step back, desperate to put some space between the two of you. He was too close, he smelled too good, and God, you could see his cock growing harder behind the towel he wore.
A whining moan spilled from your lips as your back hit the wall. “And what do I smell like?”
Bucky bent down to whisper in your ear. “Good enough to eat.” His lips were on your neck, sucking and biting when you tipped your head to the side, giving him ample room.
You’d dreamed about Bucky before, about what his mouth would feel like on your flushed skin, about the sounds he would pull from you, but this was one of those times where reality was definitely better than fantasy.
Bucky’s metallic hand ripped the front of your shirt open, sending plastic buttons skittering across the floor. When his mouth covered yours, his tongue pushing between your lips, he pulled down the lace cups of your bra, spilling your breasts into his hands. Your back came off the wall at that simple gesture. Not a lot of men had paid attention to your breasts.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he praised, his lips against your neck and chest, moving closer to your breasts. He sucked bruises onto them as his fingers teased and plucked your nipples.
You were already panting and he hadn’t even done anything yet. His thigh was between yours and his hips were rocking against yours, making you wetter by the second. You watched as he lavished your breasts with attention they had been missing, and the sight of him biting into the soft flesh made you whimper.
“You like that, baby girl?” Bucky chuckled darkly before biting you harder. You hissed in appreciation and rocked your hips harder against his. “Да, ты делаешь.” [Yeah, you do.]
You had tried to hook your leg around his, to pull him close, to feel his cock throb against you, but he he was already dropping to his knees, his mouth and fingers – flesh and metallic – marking you, ripping the clothes from your body, worshipping you. Bucky growled when his nose brushed against the damp curls between your legs and his thumbs dug into your thighs.
“Lemme see that pussy,” he purred, his breath fanning against your overheated skin.
You hesitated for a moment, no one had gone down on you in… well, years, and those that did, you had to promise to give the best head they could only dream about. Being overweight meant that you were the third wheel, the fat friend that only got laid because they were wearing their beer goggles.
Bucky’s lips pressed to your plush stomach. “Come on, baby girl. I won’t bite. Unless that’s what you want,” he teased with a wink. Swallowing around the knot in your throat, you spread your legs after kicking off the skirt and panties that Bucky had pushed down with his hands.
“Такая хорошая девочка,” he murmured. [Such a good girl.]
With one hand on the back of your thigh, Bucky brought it up to rest on his right shoulder as he nudged at your pussy with his nose, pulling in a deep breath that vibrated through him. “Черт, я не могу дождаться, чтобы попробовать тебя,” he growled. [Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.]
The breath that your lungs had been holding hostage bursts out when Buck pushed two fingers between your dripping folds, easing them back and forth, spreading your arousal over his cool metallic fingers. You hissed as he teased your tight hole, pushing in just the tip of his middle finger.
“Bu- Bucky, please,” you rasped, a breast in one hand, the other on your belly. With a smirk, he looked up at you through his lashes and pushed his finger in to the third knuckle, and if you had been able to think clearly, you would have sworn that it started rotating. Your hips rocked against his hand and you let loose a low moan that made the man between your legs shudder.
Bucky stroked you, adding another finger when you begged him for more, going three knuckles deep, and telling you that he couldn’t wait, “To get my cock inside you.”
He put his mouth on you, flicking your clit, sucking greedily on it, swirling his talented tongue around every inch of your pussy that he could reach. It joined his fingers, thrusting in tandem, both of them curling and hitting every spot that would make you see stars.
You came on his fingers and tongue, a harsh shout of his name filling the small room. It was – hands down – the best orgasm you’d ever had, it made you see stars and witness galaxies being born, it had you feeling light-headed and wishing you could feel this way one hundred percent of the time. And just when you thought you could die a happy woman, Bucky was kissing you, forcing you to taste yourself, and his cock was filling you, stretching you so completely that it made your eyes roll back in your head.
“Так плотно, девочка,” was his growling praise when his pelvis met yours. [So tight, baby girl.]
There were these things called words that you wanted to say, string together to form a sentence, but you couldn’t, because Bucky’s hands were on your thighs, lifting you from the floor, and he was slamming your ass into the wall with a growl. Your nails were digging into Bucky’s shoulder, probably drawing blood, but neither of you cared. Bucky was snarling into the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin, leaving marks that would definitely hurt later.
Every thrust took Bucky balls deep and you squeezed his cock every time.
“Я собираюсь кончить, если вы держите это,” he warned darkly, his fingers squeezing you, yanking you to him harder, pushing himself deeper. [I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.]
Wearing a smirk and squeezing your pussy around his throbbing cock again, you said, “Тогда диплом, Баки.” [Then cum, Bucky.] His dark eyes bore into yours and he sneered in a way that probably should have scared you, but it sent a wave of arousal to your pussy.
“Ты просил об этом,” he growled. [You asked for it.]
Bucky’s hands were on your ass and he spread his feet, pulling you into him as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, sending you flying into outer space, unraveling you from the inside out. Bucky’s cock swelled and pulsed, twitching heavily as he came, your name sounding like sin on his tongue.
The next thing you knew, you were in a bathtub, bubbles and hot water up to your neck. Bucky was behind you, his mouth next to your ear, his hands moving gingerly over your bruises.
“Ты такая красивая,” he murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, sighing contentedly as you craned your neck. [You’re so beautiful.]
You hummed in appreciation. “You’re not so bad to look at either,” you joked, your voice broken.
Bucky sucked another mark on your neck, moaning low in his throat at the way your hands explored and squeezed his thighs. “You’re going to have to take the rest of the day off.”
“Just the day?” you asked, turning to catch his lips in yours.
The water sloshed over the sides as he expertly maneuvered you so that you were straddling his lap. “For starters.”
Summary: You thought you had left the mean girl clique in high school. Turns out, they’re not the only one whose attention you hold. Word Count: 1,750 Warnings: Language, angst, skinny bitches bringing down your self-esteem, Tony’s kind of a dick, but then he makes up for it. Author’s Note: @xgminigypsy requested a Bucky x plus size reader where the reader is an intern for Tony and Bucky’s a little bit obsessed with her but doesn’t know how to start up a conversation with someone as modern as her? And she ends up asking him out instead?
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“Talking to her would probably help,” Steve teased his best friend.
Bucky was standing at the railing, forearms pressed into it, one foot kicked over the other, looking at the team of people below, a flurry of activity as deadlines were approaching, as some had already passed, leaving a handful of people frazzled and literally pulling at their hair, but that wasn’t what… who held the super soldier’s attention. It was the one person that remained calm amidst the chaos.
You had become an intern at the Avengers compound – okay, you were Tony Stark’s intern – a year ago, and Bucky hadn’t been able to look away since. You weren’t like other women; you weren’t superficial, didn’t obsess about the way you looked or wear an obscene amount of makeup, you cared about your job, making Tony happy.
So why hadn’t Bucky said more than ten words to you in that time?
“A little young for you,” Steve continued to tease. “Come on, man. You like her.”
Bucky let out a huff through his nose. “I don’t even know her.”
“And yet,” Steve sighed, hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “you can’t take your eyes off her.”
“Yeah,” was all he said, and Steve left it at that.
You weren’t blind, you knew why they brought you on as Tony’s intern; you didn’t look like the rest of the women employed by S.H.I.E.L.D., and you were okay with that. You were what many called plus size, big boned, full figured; you had so many curves that if you were a road, you’d be considered dangerous to drive on, but you had long ago accepted the body you had been given. That didn’t mean you were oblivious to the way people talked about you, their words still stung, breathed life into the self-deprecating voice in the back of your mind.
God, you were bored. You had thought that being Tony’s intern would be exciting, adventurous, thrilling; but it was anything but that. You spent most of your days sitting at the desk outside his office, working on endless documents that varied from attending a ‘coming out party’ for the latest up-and-coming technological superstar, to a birthday party invitation from the President’s daughter.
With a groan, you pushed away from your desk and went for a walk through the compound, you could only deal with the mind-numbing drivel for so long. Your ID card was equipped with top level clearance – just one of the may perks working for Tony Stark came with – and it got you into areas that most people would kill for.
You were rubbing your eyes as you rounded a corner, so you didn’t see who it was that you barrelled into. Strong arms were around your waist, preventing you from falling to your ass. Your head jerked back and you grabbed onto a wide set of shoulders.
“Shit, doll,” he ground out, his breath hot on your face. “You alright?”
You knew that voice, it was Bucky, the man that you had been secretly lusting over since your first day in Mr. Stark’s employ. You opened your eyes and it was as if the air was sucked from your lungs. Icy orbs flitted over your features, reading each micro-expression as they formed, determining if you were hurt in any way.
“I, uh, yeah,” you finally managed to utter.
His brows pulled together as he stood tall and loosened his grip. “You sure?”
You didn’t notice that your hands were shaking as they fell to your side. “Honestly? I’m more embarrassed than anything. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Then we’re both equally at fault,” he mused, and for a moment, you thought that maybe he’d stay and talk to you, but that moment was shattered when the phone in your pocket buzzed.
With your jaw clenched, you dislodged the phone and raised it to your ear. “Where are the files I asked for?”
“They’re on your desk, Mr. Stark,” you said through grinding teeth.
“I’ve looked on my desk, Miss Y/L/N,” Tony snapped. “I suggest you stop flirting and get your ass down here.”
You whirled around to find Tony standing by your desk, dark eyes drilling through you, and his finger urging you get down there as soon as possible. “On my way,” you mumbled.
“Sorry to bump into you and run,” you started to say as you turned, but there was nobody there. It was as if Bucky vanished into thin air. With a resigned sigh, you trudged back the way you had come, ignoring the stares and whispers of the people you passed.
Bucky was driving his fists deep into the punching bag, over and over again, imagining it was himself that he was punching. He felt so stupid for running away like a child, scared to talk to the girl he had a crush on, but that was exactly what he did. As soon as Y/N turned to lay eyes on her boss, Bucky seized the opportunity to get away without that moment of an awkward goodbye.
“Yeah, right,” he snarled, sweat dripping down his face. “Like it’s not fuckin’ awkward.”
“You talkin’ to yourself, old timer?” Steve joked as he came into the gym.
“Sometimes I need expert advice,” Bucky scoffed.
Steve watched his best friend pound away for several moments before asking, “How’s that working out for ya?”
With a grunt, Bucky sent his fist into the bag. “Fuckin’ fantastic.”
“You never could lie to me,” Steve noted, tossing a towel at his friend. “Does it have anything to do with Y/N?”
Bucky caught it in one hand and wiped it over his face and the back of his neck. “I ran into her today, literally,” he admitted with a roll of his eyes. “Managed to catch her before she landed on her ass, but…” his voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Did you at least talk to her?”
“She’s too modern for me, Steve,” Bucky shot back. “There’s no chance in hell for me.”
“You don’t know that,” Steve insisted.
Bucky didn’t say anything more, he just grabbed his bottle of water and stormed out, leaving Steve to clean up.
“Did you see the way she plowed into him?” Staci asked her best friend, her voice shrill.
“Thank goodness he’s a super soldier,” Theresa gasped. “She could have killed him.”
Yeah, they were talking about you, again. The two women reminded you of what it was like in high school, the skinny and popular girls talking viciously about those that were softer, near the bottom of the food chain. You held your breath and prayed that your body didn’t betray you by making a noise as you sat on the toilet, farthest stall down, the one meant for handicapped people because let’s face it, you couldn’t turn around in the narrow ones.
“Poor Bucky,” Staci cackled. “I’m surprised he was able to keep her from falling.”
Tears streamed down your face and you wiped at them furiously, hating the way a few simple words made you feel.
Theresa had to grab the sink to keep from falling as she laughed. “Jesus Christ, stop it. I can’t breathe.”
“Just imagine it,” Staci wheezed.
“But did you see his face when he ran away?” Traci barked. “He looked so fucking scared.”
It was becoming painfully clear that the two women you hated weren’t going to be leaving anytime soon. You pulled in one ragged breath, and another before finishing your business. You heard them clear their throats as the toilet flushed. They were staring at their perfect reflections, both applying a fresh coat of lip gloss as you approached the sink.
“Staci, Theresa,” you greeted with a forced smile as you washed your hands.
The two women both murmured your name before turning on their heels and strutting out of the bathroom. You turned off the water and dried your hands on a paper towel as you followed them, the door almost hitting you in the face. Staci and Theresa stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of Bucky, his arms crossed, sitting on the edge of your desk, a scowl on his brow.
You just rolled your eyes at the women as you rounded them. “Some of us have work to do,” you muttered as you sat down.
Before Staci and Theresa could turn on the charm and start flirting with the super soldier, Bucky shook his head. “I wonder,” he mused, “if Tony knows exactly what kind of people he employs.”
Staci’s eyes went wide. “We were just joking around,” she tried to explain.
“Because I happen to know that bullying -”
“That’s not what happened,” Theresa interrupted.
Bucky glared at her as he continued, “Bullying is a one way ticket out the front door. Isn’t that right, Tony?”
You whirled around to see Tony standing there, back against the wall. “It sure is, Sergeant,” he answered coolly. “Ladies, do come in.” He gestured for them to enter his office.
They tried to argue, to say that they hadn’t meant for your feelings to get hurt, that they didn’t know you were in there, that it was all harmless fun, but Tony wasn’t having it. His eyes flashed in anger and he ordered them to go into his office. Once they slinked past, Tony dropped a hand to your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
You waited until the door was closed before facing Bucky. “Is he really going to fire them?”
“Fuck, I hope so,” Bucky snarled.
“They don’t…” guilt made your heart catch. “They were just words,” you sighed heavily.
“I heard them, Y/N,” he murmured. “Those two are cruel and need to know that what they did, how they treated you, how they treat you everyday, is not okay.”
There was such kindness in his eyes that when you looked up at him it became difficult to breathe. “Why do you care so much?” The words were out of your mouth before your brain could tell you to stop, that it was a question that shouldn’t be asked.
Bucky smiled gently and it made butterflies form in your stomach. “Because I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot.”
Since you had already verbal vomited once, your brain decided to keep going. “Do you wanna go out with me?”
Summary: Uninterrupted domestic bliss is always a good thing when you’re a parent of 3, but when you’re married to Captain America and saving the world always comes first, you learn to savor the days together.
Word Count: 980
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Sexual language and situations, but not true smut. Married love and a tiny bit of domestic angst – the kind that always comes with parenting.
A/N: I’m writing a series that I don’t plan on releasing until it’s complete, but I wanted to just write a little story, ‘cause I felt like it. I don’t know if this is a drabble or a one-shot, but whatever it is, it’s a one-timer. Enjoy!
“Steve, I’m waiting….”
“I’m wearing the nightgown you love. The one that’s going to be on the floor as soon as you get up here.”
Having just put their children on the school bus, Steve ran back into the house and slammed the door. When Captain America does that, the door could very easily come off the hinges, but since it still functioned, he must have held back.
Summary: A/U: Lia Accorsi is a preschool teacher of children with special needs, who loves what she does and loves who she is – a plus+plus size woman. Her best friend and secret crush, the kindergarten teacher next door, is James Buchanan Barnes. Little does she know, he’s crushing just as hard (maybe harder) on her and admires her as a teacher, cares for her as a person, and thinks everything about her is beautiful. Will they figure out how to find each other?
Word Count: 5200
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (for most of the chapters), fluffy feelings, a bit of angst and swearing.
A/N: Wow, final chapter! I am blown away by the amazing support, kindness, and effort I have received from all of you, particularly since Chapter 10’s sadness (to put it mildly). The compliments, reblogs, likes, and everything in between have filled me with such joy, and honestly, surprised the heck out of me. Thanks to @stillheregayandabitch, @buckybarnesappreciationsociety, and, as always, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for all their signal boosting and virtual love for my story. Thank you for joining Lia and James and Steve on this journey – Steph.
WHADDYA THINK? A SECOND PART TO THIS STORY? If so, you gotta give me some ideas! 🙂
First of all, @staff fix your shit before making other changes because I didn’t get this tag, and it’s not the first time.
Secondly @stevieang this was breathtakingly beautiful. Not just the ending, but the entire journey. It was heartbreaking and stunning and surreal and all of the tragedy wasn’t to further an agenda, there was a reason behind it.
Thank you for sharing your work. I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.
Summary: A/U: Lia Accorsi is a preschool teacher of children with special needs, who loves what she does and loves who she is – a plus+plus size woman. Her best friend and secret crush, the kindergarten teacher next door, is James Buchanan Barnes. Little does she know, he’s crushing just as hard (maybe harder) on her and admires her as a teacher, cares for her as a person, and thinks everything about her is beautiful. Will they figure out how to find each other?
Word Count: 3500
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: Not so many warnings this time – swearing, flirting, sexual language and content (but not full-blown smut), and angst.
A/N: I am blown away by the amazing support, kindness, and effort I have received from all of you, particularly since Chapter 10’s sadness (to put it mildly). The compliments, reblogs, likes, and everything in between have filled me with such joy, and honestly, surprised the heck out of me. Thanks to @stillheregayandabitch, @buckybarnesappreciationsociety, and, as always, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for all their signal boosting and virtual love for my story. I hope you continue to enjoy Lia’s journey. – Steph
James’s suggestion was a great one. When she called Kip, her building principal, he enthusiastically agreed to let her volunteer a couple of days a week. After a very short amount of lead time, the day arrived and Lia was a nervous wreck. It had been over a year since she had been in a classroom, and as she buckled into Maddie’s van that morning, she felt the slow grip of panic running up both arms. She pushed through. Escaping wasn’t going to answer her questions or help her keep moving.
Oh gosh, another beautifully-written chapter, my dear. I continue to be amazed at… at everything about your writing. I love it. All of it. So much. xoxo
Summary: A/U: Lia Accorsi is a preschool teacher of children with special needs, who loves what she does and loves who she is – a plus+plus size woman. Her best friend and secret crush, the kindergarten teacher next door, is James Buchanan Barnes. Little does she know, he’s crushing just as hard (maybe harder) on her and admires her as a teacher, cares for her as a person, and thinks everything about her is beautiful. Will they figure out how to find each other?
Word Count: 3780
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: !!!!Warnings: YES THERE ARE WARNINGS!!!!
The past two chapters have been particularly hard to read, but I appreciate all that do. In no way do I think traumatic recovery happens quickly, for Lia this chapter starts almost one year after the events of Chapter 10, and she’s starting to heal. If anything about this kind of topic bothers you, DM me and I’ll summarize without the weepiness.
A/N: I am blown away by the amazing support, kindness, and effort I have received from all of you, particularly since Chapter 10’s sadness (to put it mildly). The compliments, reblogs, likes, and everything in between have filled me with such joy, and honestly, surprised the heck out of me. Thanks to @stillheregayandabitch, @buckybarnesappreciationsociety, and, as always, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for all their signal boosting and virtual love for my story. I hope you continue to enjoy Lia’s journey. – Steph
In their most recent session, Sam broached the subject of returning to work. Lia froze, unable to formulate a thought.
“What scares you about going back?” He sat back and waited, watching Lia fidget and tap her feet.
“Everything?” her sad chuckle said it all.
“If it’s “everything,” can we try to nail it down? Let’s break it up into a few parts. There’s the knowledge – of teaching, child development, in your case, special needs populations. Has that changed?”
She shook her head silently.
“There are the students. The way you’ve described them to me is a small group with varying degrees of serious learning and other challenges. Do you feel differently about working with those kinds of kids, or students in general?”
Another shake. Her feet were tapping faster, and she was pulling at a loose thread on her sweater.
“Alright, then the other parts of the job – planning, paperwork, meetings, dealing with parents, colleagues, administrators. Does that seem aversive now?”
“Maybe. It’s a lot of work, and it’s tiring.”
“The last thing I can think of is the physical and emotional toll the job takes. Like in everything, there are good days and bad days. Teachers pour their hearts out, and so your cup has to be full before others can draw from it.” He waited, kindly looking as she started to unravel – both her sweater and her fear.
Summary: A/U: Lia Accorsi is a preschool teacher of children with special needs, who loves what she does and loves who she is – a plus+plus size woman. Her best friend and secret crush, the kindergarten teacher next door, is James Buchanan Barnes. Little does she know, he’s crushing just as hard (maybe harder) on her and admires her as a teacher, cares for her as a person, and thinks everything about her is beautiful. Will they figure out how to find each other?
Word Count: 3900
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC
Warnings: !!!!Warnings: YES THERE ARE WARNINGS!!!!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, this chapter is full of ANGST, SADNESS, Life/Death Issues. IF YOU ARE SIGNIFICANTLY UPSET by these issues, please do not read. PLEASE. I don’t want anyone to have difficulties as a result of something I wrote. (I also realize that I may be making WAY more of this than is necessary, but I’d rather be safe than sorry)
A/N: I am blown away by the amazing support, kindness, and effort I have received from all of you, particularly since Chapter 10’s sadness (to put it mildly). The compliments, reblogs, likes, and everything in between have filled me with such joy, and honestly, surprised the heck out of me. Thanks to @stillheregayandabitch, @buckybarnesappreciationsociety, and, as always, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for all their signal boosting and virtual love for my story. I hope you continue to enjoy Lia’s journey. – Steph
“Lia. Baby, wake up. You said you would walk Jack, and I’m holding you to it.” Steve pushed Lia’s legs towards the edge of the bed.
“I’m gonna call for him if you don’t get up, then you’ll never get any peace.” He’d done it before, so she knew she had to get up unless she wanted to be smothered by the chocolate tornado.
As she dressed and put on her coat, she saw Steve in bed, leaning on one arm, a smile on his face. “Can’t wait til you get back, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
James was surprised to see a smile pulling up the corners of Lia’s mouth as she slept.
Lia woke up eager to see Steve. She missed him so much. She opened her eyes, full of excitement and thought she was still dreaming. She was in a hospital room – why? She couldn’t move – why? Where was Steve? She needed answers. She was cold, so she pulled her arms to her chest and waited for him to show up so he could give her one of his furnace hugs.
YES. This is so beautiful! I love how Bucky is there for her, and Sam, and that she is opening up to Sam and trusting him. So many feels with this. xoxo
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