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[Esther]

@euodia-vision

Yes for sure!! 🥰

Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

[Anonymous]

@godlyfantasy12 @zamira @smiley @euodia-vision @mineralizedwritings @esther-c @whalekeeper @keilah-h @anyone-else-I-may-be-forgetting-apologies-lol-XD

Soooooo, because of life being SUPER busy, I missed Days 9-11, but I don’t exactly know what I’d do for most of those days anyhowwwww, so I’m skipping them 😂

But I do have something for Day 12…from my possible 5th fanfic in the Marvel Fanfic series that was originally only going to be 4 fics…but I thought of ideas for a 5th one, and this is a scene for it

(loved this scene so much 😍)

Day 12: “Forehead Touching”

MCs: Bucky & Madelene

SCs (Side Characters): Branson, Mason, Charlotte, & Grace

Madelene fed Grace the final spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. She wiped her  youngest daughter’s mouth with a napkin.

“Mama…I need you to read with me.” Branson whined, standing beside her, a book in hand.

Mason walked over too. “Me too…”

“Boys, I need to put Grace down for a nap, you know that. I will read with you in just a minute.”

“Mama…”

Madelene pressed a finger to her lips, signaling for her oldest kids, her twin boys, to be quiet.

She lifted Grace into her arms and onto her shoulder, gently patting her back, a blanket over Madelene’s shoulder to catch any spit-up, if Grace did so.

An ear-piercing screech sounded.

Charlotte waking from her nap.

“Mama, Charlotte-!” Branson cried.

“I know, baby, I know.”

A door unlocked and opened.

Mason’s eyes widened. “Daddy!”

He and Branson rushed off to the front door.

“Boys,” Madelene almost tripped over a scattered toy; she kicked it, hard, aside, “leave your Daddy alone, he’s had a long day!”

“Ah, I don’t mind,” Bucky entered the kitchen, a boy on each hip, “is that Charlotte screaming?”

“I was about to tend to her. I just had to finish feeding Grace. Charlotte just now woke up. Welcome home. I’m sorry about the boys. I tried to tell them you had a long day.”

“Looks like you did too.” Bucky mused, looking around the kitchen, which was full of dirty dishes, and glanced into the living room, which was full of scattered toys, books, and even clothes from where Madelene had been folding and also sorting through Mason and Branson’s old clothes that no longer fit the five-year-olds.

Madelene sighed. “You have no idea.”

She patted Grace’s back and went down the hall and into Charlotte and Grace’s room.

She went to Charlotte’s crib. She may have been two, but a crib still worked for her for now. It stopped her from escaping…sometimes. Madelene smiled. “It’s okay baby…Mama’s here.” She gently reached in and put Charlotte on her other hip, still holding Grace with one arm.

She gently set Charlotte down at the doorframe once her cries subsided. “Daddy’s home. Go get him.”

Charlotte giggled and toddled away. “Daddy, Daddy!”

Madelene let out a deep breath and settled in the rocking chair, holding Grace in her lap, keeping an arm underneath Grace’s head for protection.

She grabbed a blanket off Grace’s crip and laid it overtop of Grace.

She quietly, softly, and gently began to sing to her youngest child, singing a song she remembered her mother singing all those years ago.

Grace’s eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

Madelene smiled and slowly stood, gently laying Grace in her crib, making sure the blanket reached her chin.

“That sure was a cute sight.”

Madelene placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. “Shh, quiet down. Where are the boys and Charlotte?”

“Playing in the living room. I wanted to see you put Grace to sleep. What a beautiful sight.” Bucky let out a low chuckle. “A very beautiful sight.”

Madelene glanced at Grace, who had stirred when Bucky chuckled, but she didn’t wake.

Madelene grabbed Bucky’s arm and led him out of the doorway to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. “Never wake a sleeping baby, you know that by now. I’ve had a long day. If you wake her up, I will hurt you.”

Bucky smiled and bent down a little, his lips meeting hers. “Yes ma’am, understood.”

Madelene let out a small breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. “How was work?”

“Pretty normal. Didn’t get fired at least.” Bucky smiled playfully, and Madelene couldn’t help but smile.

“What about therapy?”

“Fine,” Bucky shrugged, “Raynor has me trying out a few new coping mechanisms and suggested I try to stay away from anything that reminds me of memories.”

Madelene wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist. She laid her head on his chest. “…I wish life were easier than this.”

She and Bucky both worked part-time. Bucky worked Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and went to court-mandated therapy three times a week on those same days. The other two days of the week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, Madelene worked at the children’s hospital while Bucky watched their youngest two, all just to make ends meet and to try to keep Charlotte and Grace at home, at least until they started school. Branson and Mason only attended kindergarten for half a day, so they had to be watched too.

Bucky gently lifted her face, his metal hand extra cold against her cheeks. “I wish so too, but then again…have either of us ever had life easy?”

Madelene shook her head. “Most certainly not. But we both survived.”

Bucky smiled. “Exactly.”

Their foreheads touched.

Madelene smiled. “We’ve both been in hard circumstances before…but this time, we have a family…”

“And because of going through things like this before, know what we’ll do this time?”

Madelene looked up into her husband’s blue eyes. She smiled gently. “What?”

Foreheads still touching, Bucky’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer. “We’ll survive this time too.”

Madelene stayed in her husband’s strong, muscular arms for minutes, their foreheads still touching.

But things were oddly quiet. “The boys and Charlotte are being really quiet…”

Bucky’s arms slowly released her. He listened for a moment, then nodded. “They are.”

Madelene chuckled and grabbed her husband’s metal hand. “Come on, let’s go check. Them being quiet can’t mean anything good.”

Bucky laughed and nodded in agreement, placing a kiss to her forehead. “Most certainly not.”

[Smiley]

@freedomwriter76

Aww www

Serously the Avengers as parents is the sweetest XD

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

[Anonymous]

@smiley ikr? Just the cutest thing in the world XD 😍😍🥰🥰

Steve’s a Daddy in this 5th fic too 🥰😍💖

[Smiley]

@freedomwriter76

Awwww Steve!!!!!

Steve, Bucky and Wanda are my three favorite but Natasha is definitely forth XD

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

[Anonymous]

@smiley Yessss 😍

Haha, I get that!!! 😂 My top 3 are probably Bucky, Steve, and (this one’s so hard! XD) probably…oh, Natasha, in that order XD

[Euodia]

@freedomwriter76

AWWWWWW, dang they have a lot of kids XD

I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child

[Anonymous]

@euodia-vision ikr, so cute!! 💖💖

It’s only 4! 😂

[Euodia]

@freedomwriter76

Yeeeah, I guess it just felt like a lot. XD

I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child

[Anonymous]

@euodia-vision Yeahhhhhh, probably because they’re so little and little kids can be…*lets out deep breath* 😂 They’re adorable…but tiring ❤️XD

 

Plus, Bucky and Madelene are still new to the whole parent thing…I mean, 4 kids in 5 years…it has to be a lot XD

[Smiley]

@freedomwriter76

Wow 4 kids in five years XD that does sound like a lot XD

Also I like that Bucky is taking therapy

I’m thinking about having him and Wanda doing that in my AU because they’ve been through a lot ):

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

[Anonymous]

@smiley it is a lot XD my parents had 3 in five years, soooo yeahhhhh 😂

Yeah, i mean, it’s court-mandated, but it’s good that he’s taking therapy 😉

 

Aww, poor Bucky and Wanda 😢❤️

[GodlyFantasy12]

YALL I AM BEHIND AAAAGAAAIN I hope to catch up thooo!! I WANT TO GET ALL OF THEM DONE!!! I CAN DO THIIISSSS!!!

but yea so behind XD

#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb

[Smiley]

@esther-c @godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76 @euodia-vision @mineralizedwritings @zemira

So I’m behind

so I’m combining Soulmates with First Kiss into a two-part short story XD

so here is the first part,

and it’s for my favorite ship of all time Edmund and Rebecca!!!

These two are the best

and they are soulmates because their older brothers are best friends so why wouldn’t these two be together XD

Rebecca pushed her bike over to the sidewalk where Edmund was standing. This school had been terrible, but there was one good thing, the bikes. She and Edmund would go on long bike rides around the school’s courtyard.

“How did it go?” Edmund asked as Rebecca approached.

“Terrible, I have to stay afterward in school for the next week, and it wasn’t even my fault.”

The headmaster’s son had tried to force Rebecca to kiss him, and she replied by slapping him.

As Rebecca got closer to Edmund she saw a bruise on the side of his face. It was just starting to swell.

“What happened?”

Edmund shrugged, “Nothing,”

Rebecca thought for a second and then looked at Edmund in shock. “You went after him didn’t you?!”

“Who?” Edmund was trying to play dumb, but Rebecca wasn’t buying it.

“The Head Master’s son,”

“Oh yeah… I might have,”

“Seriously?!” Rebecca sighed. “It won’t help if we’re both in trouble,”

“I don’t care, he shouldn’t have done what he did,”

“I admit he’s the last person I’d want my first kiss from,” Rebecca said with a laugh.

“Who would be the first person?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Rebecca said with a clever grin, pedaling off on her bike.

Edmund quickly got on his bike and caught up to her. “Yeah, I would,”

 

“It’s a secret,” Rebecca said as she lifted her arms off of her bike, soaking up the sunshine.

“Hey,” Rebecca came to a halt as Peter walked in front of her bike.

“What do you want?!” Edmund walked up beside Rebecca. Setting his bike down.

Peter was the Headmaster’s son, a spoiled jerk. He had no respect for anyone, and he had an unhealthy crush on Rebecca.

“Nothing, but uh my father won’t be too happy about this.” Peter pointed to his black eye.

Edmund sighed, he knew he should have not taken revenge into his own hands. It just made him so mad that a creep like him was allowed to walk around the school.

Peter walked over to Rebecca, putting his hands on her shoulders.

Rebecca’s body shook with disgust. She hated him, but she couldn’t afford to be kicked out of this school.

“Leave her alone!” Edmund snarled.

“It’s okay, I would never hurt a pretty girl like this,” Peter tightened his grip around Rebecca’s shoulder.

Edmund could see the fear on Rebecca’s face, it was a look that made Edmund want to do something, something that would get him in trouble.

“So Rebecca, what do you say about going on a date with me?” Peter asked leaning his head into Rebecca’s face.

“I say no!” Rebecca tried to loosen his grip but was struggling.

“Oh come on, I know you love me, so what do you say?”

Edmund clutched his fists and walked over to Peter, punching him to the ground.

“She said no!”

Peter looked up at Edmund who had his arm around Rebecca.

“Wait until my father hears about this!” Peter ran off but had a clever smile on his face.

“Edmund! You could get kicked out!” Rebecca’s face filled with worry.

“I don’t care, I’d risk anything for you, you’re my best friend.” Edmund looked into Rebecca’s blue eyes.

A smile went across Rebecca’s face as if she had just thought of something funny.

“What is it?” Edmund knew Rebecca had something on her mind.

“Nothing,”

Edmund looked at his watch and sighed. “I have to head to class, Meet you here after school?”

“Yeah,” Rebecca watched as Edmund rode off, and her smile grew even bigger.

The answer is you,

You’re the one I want to have my first kiss with, 

It’s always been you, 

 

 

Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne

[Esther]

@smiley

Aww, so sweet!!

Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende

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