Interracial Imagines

Let's Hear It For The Boy -- Part 2

LionessSister I'm not going to put your request down again, but we all know that this is for you dahling

Warnings: Is there cursing? Idk, there are kids though, I know some people don't like that

Author's Note: The next part will be much better, I've just been really tired lately, which explains the no solution ending, but it'll be better next time, I promise

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It's just another day at work for you as you yell to the kids across the playground, "Jamal! Get your behind off those monkey bars before you bruise your face again!"

"Tottie, keep your lips to yourself before I call your mama!"

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is standing at the small fence corralling you and your class into the playground of the community center. He watches with a smile as you direct the children, a little girl tugging your skirt to grab your attention.

"Yes, Sandra?" You say politely to the little girl - who is no older than six - as you kneel down to her height. "Look Y/N, my momma put new beads in my hair last night." Smiling at her, you jangle the beads playfully, "I noticed, it's very pretty."

Now Sandra smiles pridefully, "You see I have all the different colors? My momma didn't put white though, cause she said ain't no white person ever did nothin for her or for me, so I don't need no white beads."

Your eyebrows furrow in sadness at the ignorance being given as you take Sandra's hands. You're about to explain to her that thinking that way will only make the world worse, but an irritatingly familiar voice beats you to it, "Well now that makes perfect sense, but I bet this white boy can make your teacher here a lot nicer."

Glaring at Bucky, you release Sandra's hand, telling her to go and play while you talk to the stranger. "What in the world are you doing here, White Boy?" You question with a quirked eyebrow as you walk to Bucky, who has long since stepped over the fence. "I asked your roommate where I could find you. I told you to get ready, Doll."

Before you can respond, Jamal yells out from his continuous post on the monkey bars, "Ooh! Y/N's got a white boy! Y/N's got a white boy!" Bucky only smirks as you go and hastily pull the boy from the jungle gym. His little seven year old legs struggle to keep up as you walk quickly to the steps, "Now you get to sit here for the rest of recess and you're sitting out inside too."

Now enough is definitely enough. You turn to make Bucky leave, but now, you see him giving Sandra a piece of chocolate and taking her hand, the two making their way to you. If looks could could, Bucky would be dead, but they can't, so all he is is smirking at you sending a wink once your eyes move from Sandra back to him.

"Doesn't the phrase stranger danger mean anything to you, Sandra?" You scold the girl who now has chocolate all around her mouth. Sandra just widens her eyes, "I'm sorry Y/N, but he's so nice, and I thought he was your friend." Though you glare at Bucky, you kneel tenderly before Sandra, "Honey, if a grown man gives you chocolate, don't take it. Whether he's my friend or not, it isn't safe. Come on, recess is over."

Standing back to your full height, you beckon the rest of the kids to you, but Sandra still holds fast to dumb Bucky. "If he's your friend, don't that mean he can dance with us?" His plan dawns on you now, making you huff through your nose. "Now wait a second, Doll. I just wanna learn a few moves."

Rolling your eyes, you take the hands of the children closest to you, "And you just wanna dance?" Smiling wide and victoriously, Bucky nods with finality, "On my honor, Doll. And it won't hurt to have such a pretty instructor." All of your girls giggle at this, sending whispers back and forth about Jamal being right. "Fine. But don't pester me once you learn."

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The lesson goes well, and you finally have the worry of harassment from those two boys and possibly their friends off of your shoulders.

But then the next day comes, and with it, it brings not only Bucky, but Steve also. "Come on White Boy, I thought you said no more pestering." You chastise when you walk outside with your kids, only to find the two men playing on the jungle gym.

The two climb off of the contraption, Steve looking at you as if the two of them have been punished, but Bucky is just smiling widely, "I just thought it would only be fair that Stevie learn a twist or two, especially considering you teach and he wanted to learn." Your kids have long since run off to start playing, so you don't hesitate to rub your worried forehead, "I teach to kids though, Buck."

Steve steps forward, hoping to convince you and not just annoy you as it seems Bucky is doing, "Well we're kids at heart Miss." You shake your head, thinking of how silly you're being, and the kids seem to enjoy their company. "Then that's enough for me, and please, call me Y/N." You smile at Steve.

"But," You start, focusing your hard stare on Bucky because Steve doesn't deserve the scolding yet, "No more coming to the center though, okay. My kids' safety is first priority. I don't need any of your friends coming around here and scaring my kids. It's happened before, and you know where I live as an alternative."

To Be Continued...