#and went huh what if i put dog instead and run it through would it change anything

[ratatatastic]

what answers give you the matthew result :)

i got his result 3 seperate times and these were the answers as listed above. the commonality between all 3 are dog, night, music, beach, pizza, and trucks but that doesnt mean much if we dont exactly know what constitutes as a point in favour of maffhew but is fun to look at and seeing which one youd /think/ would be something that seems like him

[winniethewife]

You wanna play, my new girl?

(Kane x F!Reader)

Warnings: Onlyfans AU, sir kink, Blow Job, Hair pulling, good girl, cum play, dirty talk, rough, degradation,  

Words:1378

Kane had been struggling to date. After his wife had left him he had to try to get his life back together. At first it was getting and keeping a job that was athe problem. Being former military just doesn’t give you all the benefits they advertise when you sign up. Somehow this led to him getting an Only-fans account. He decided early on not to show his face, whether that meant showing only his torso down or putting on mask of some kind depended on the mood he was in, but it was usually easier to just angle the camera down and not give a fuck. But that’s not what he was dealing with today! No, he was on a date, well he was supposed to be on a date. He was running exactly twenty three minutes late because of the traffic. When he walked into the sandwich shop he looked around trying to see if the woman he was supposed to meet for lunch was still there or if he had blundered this one too.

“Kane?” a voice from behind him spoke up and he turned on his heel to see her standing right behind him, having just come in the door herself. He sighed in relief.

“Oh thank god I thought I missed you.” He said with a laugh, his southern accent was not at all what she was expecting, not that she was complaining. They went ahead and ordered their food before sitting down, they were talking about a little bit of everything. At some point they were talking about pets, she opened her phone to show him a picture of her parent’s dog or something and instead opened the Only-fans App, and low and behold it was his profile.  He instantly recognized the picture on the header, his tattooed chest. She was embarrassed, locked her phone and tried her best to explain, stumbling over her words and blushing bright red.

“That’s…That's my profile.” He muttered, looking between the phone and her face.

“Wait…No…No way really?” She looked at him, her eyes wide. He shrugged, he had nothing to hide at this point, so he pulled up the app on his phone and slid over to her. She looked at his phone and back up at him, shell shocked. “Oh my god. It really is you huh?”

“Got the tattoo to prove it and everything.” He chuckled at her face. She blinks and for a moment she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea, but he knew exactly what was needed to help her understand. “Would you maybe like to…come back to my place and see what I’m talking about?”

How could she refuse?

~

He had set up the camera at hip level, no one would see him, keeping with his usual content, but he wanted his viewers to see how she looked while he fucked her mouth. She entered the room at that point, wearing nothing but her underwear. He drags his eyes over her body appreciating every inch of her. He pressed the record button on the remote in his pocket, the light turning red on the camera signifying the video had started as he walked over to her and into frame. 

“On your knees honey.” He murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need. "Kneel for me." She nods, feeling the heat pooling between her legs at his words. She kneels on the floor in front of him and looks up with dark desire in her eyes. She feels exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. Knowing that she has given herself completely to him, that she is entirely his.

"Like this Sir?"

"Exactly like that." He felt a thrill run through him as she kneeled in between his legs, eyes glistening in the low light, so compliant, so perfect. He reached out to caress her face, his fingers running along her jawline. He murmured, letting his thumb trace along her bottom lip. "That’s it… just like that, open your mouth."

She obeyed, opening her mouth, her tongue stuck out over her bottom teeth, her eyes looking up at him. She listened to him without question. He felt a rush of adrenalin through his body at the sight of her. He let his hand trail down to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently pulled her closer to him.

"Good girl. Just...mmm….just like that. Lemme... take my time with you." He pulled her hair guiding her closer to his groin, his other hand moving to the fly of his pants, his fingers unbuckling his belt, sliding the leather out of the loops before yanking his jeans down. She watched him, entranced as he did so, her eyes half lidded with desire, heat rushing through her body at the thought of what he's going to do. She met his gaze, feeling the pull of his hand in her hair, her eyes wide. He took in every little change in her expression as he worked. "I want you to watch me. Like they’re watching you right now. Can you do that for me honey?"

She nods, she can do that. He lets out a low, pleased growl as her eyes watch his every movement, her deep breaths making her chest rise and fall, her reaction to him driving him further, making his every nerve feel alive with desire. He watches her reaction, watching as the anticipation builds in her eyes as he teases her, as he slowly, carefully pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. Her eyes leave him to take in his impressive length, her pupils dilated. He pulls her hair again to bring her focus back to his face.

"Keep your eyes on me." He growls. "And... stay still… want them to see how you take this cock." He murmurs, his voice thick with desire, He guides her closer between his legs, his hand still holding firmly to her hair. “You know what to do, don’t you honey?” She nodded and he watched as her tongue darted out, as she leaned closer, her tongue tentatively glides along the underside of his length, her touch delicate but maddening, making his breath catch in his throat.

"Good girl, that’s good... very good." he managed to say, his voice rough. "Now... use your lips. Keep it slow, you hear?"  She obliged, putting the tip of his cock into her mouth moving slowly. He felt her lips close around him, making him grip her hair tighter, his other hand clenching into a fist. "That's it... that's perfect." He said, his voice a little strangled, his breathing labored as he fought to keep his control. "Now... stay still, hun. Just... stay still and let me take my time with you." the way she looked at him, he knew she trusted him, staying completely still as he used her mouth, thrusting gently into it, the feeling of her around him bringing him closer to the edge. She let out a soft groan, he felt the vibration of her voice around his cock. Everything about her felt good. He was close, he wanted to see his spend in her, wanted to know what it looked like. Her tongue swirls around his tip and he could feel the tight cord holding back his climax snap, spilling himself into her mouth as he let out a low groan. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, before he reached down and lifted her chin up, taking her face with his hand, making sure she was looking at him.

"Now. Open your mouth." He said, his voice low and firm. "Let me see it, let me see my cum inside you, like the whore you are.” Her face was flushed as she opened her mouth, the mix of his spend and her saliva sits in her mouth, she looked up at him and some dripped down her lips, mixing with her messed up lipstick to make the most erotic picturesque expression he'd ever seen. He hummed pleased at the sight. “Show the people what a good cum slut you are.” He commands his voice low as he turns her head to the camera.

“Now…swallow…Good girl.”

~

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[mychoombatheroomba]

Proper Introductions

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 2

You're feeling a lot of regret for your performance in the training yard yesterday. For lots of reasons.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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You had almost forgotten what it was to be a fuckup. You had never been a perfect soldier, by any means, but lately you had been feeling like a competent one again. STRATCOM was kicking the living shit out of you, but you had felt like you were finally cresting the mountain, getting it to a manageable level of daily pain. 

Should have known better than to let yourself get too comfortable. Krauser always noticed when any of you got comfortable.

Your shame and the memory of steel against your side weighed on you the rest of the day, through the training and meals and even into your hour of personal time. An hour that you dedicated to running the drills that Krauser had taught you, trying to clear your head before lights out. 

It only partially worked, and the night was too long and too short all at the same time. When you finally got to sleep, you dreamed of snow and blood, and when you woke the next morning, you felt brittle. Breakable. The dog tags around your neck felt heavy, and you fought the urge to take them off. 

It pissed you off something fierce, so as the day’s training began, you pushed yourself hard, turning that shame into gasoline, letting it burn in your chest. Every shot you fired at the range, every extra millisecond it took to disassemble your weapon was another spark to the blaze. It burned and burned, until lunch time came, and you glimpsed another reason to regret your performance yesterday. 

“Looks like Krauser kicked the shit out of Pretty Boy.” One of your fellows, Valeria, snickered. Her eyes were fixed across the tables, her voice loud enough to carry just as far. Those who cared for gossip looked at who she spoke of, and with the heaviness in your gut, you couldn’t help but join them. 

He’d bruised. That ridiculous haircut of his fell on the wrong side of his face to hide the shiner that was forming across the rookie’s cheek, creeping up to just beneath his eye. Right where your fist had connected the day before. Seeing it made you feel, quite simply, like a piece of shit. It wasn’t the first time you’d given someone a mark in training. Wouldn’t be the last. Still, when he felt all those eyes on him and looked up, you couldn’t help but feel that you’d kicked a puppy. He couldn’t have been that much younger than you, but there was just something about those ocean eyes that deepened the pit of regret in your stomach. That only got worse when your own eyes met his. You thought he’d look away quickly. 

Instead, you found yourself surprised as the bruised cadet held your gaze, just the way he had when his guard had been up yesterday, before you’d knocked him to the ground.

“Wasn’t the Major,” Alejandro, another of your peers, corrected Valeria. Then, you felt the energy around the tables shift and you took your eyes off the kid you’d injured and looked instead at the man speaking. “Way I heard it,” he gave you a wolf grin, lifting a cup of water towards you in a toast, “it was our Sergeant, over here.” 

Murmurs swept around you, and you did your best to hide your grimace.

“Beating up babies now, huh?” Someone jabbed. You almost struck back. He put up more of a fight than you ever have was right at the tip of your tongue. A few years ago, you would have hurled the insult with abandon. Pull the pin and toss. Now . . . well, with the shit sleep you had and the general less-than-ideal way you felt, you just went back to eating your meal. If the scop they served could be called that. 

The rest of the recruits had their fun - as much of it as could be had before they realized you weren’t giving them anything to work with. You, in the meantime, just sank back into your own spiral of thoughts. 

You shouldn’t have hit him like that. Krauser was right, you shouldn’t have been tagged in the first place, but you didn’t make things better for yourself with a cheap shot. 

You’d just felt that knife against you and . . . and then you’d fucked up. You’d brought your own shit into the fight, made it someone else’s problem. Let yourself get scared by a fucking practice knife. It was stupid. 

It was stupid, and you wanted to put it behind you.

You finished your food quickly. Wasn’t anything to savor, anyway. Then, you stood, bringing your empty tray with you as you marched towards him. He was sitting by himself, and you were grateful that no one would be directly privy to this conversation. He had stopped looking at you, but your movement drew some quick glances from him. Even in those glimpses, he met you with a sharpness. That only grew as you approached, and more of his attention turned to you. Inquisitorial came to mind, one of those damn SAT words that you remembered, god knows why. He looked like he was trying to figure you out. 

He had grit, you had to give him that. 

Made you wonder what his life was like before this. Made you wonder about a lot of things. Mostly, though, you wondered-

“What’s your name?”

He looked surprised that you were asking. His expression said 'What the hell are you doing?'

You wanted to ask yourself the same thing. 

Instead, you waited that second or two before he answered. 

“Uh, Kennedy.” 

“I know. Krauser said that yesterday. I meant your first name.” 

Another pause, and you saw the gears turning in his head. “. . . Leon.” 

You nodded. Pointed to his cheek. “Sorry about that, Leon. You got me. Shouldn’t have been such a dick about it.” 

The recruit - Leon - blinked. His blue eyes moved away from you for a moment. Considering what to say. Then, he shook his head. “No, it’s . . .” if he said fine, you already knew that it would be a lie. He’d been pissed yesterday when you did it, and you couldn’t blame him. “It’s fine.” 

There it was. Liar. A polite liar. 

“No, it’s not. I was an asshole. Shouldn’t have happened.” 

He looked at you, confused, and you understood it well enough. Then, that sharpness about him turned to something a little brighter. Cautiously optimistic. “You said it, not me.” 

“I did.” Again, you nodded. There. Apology delivered, time for you to move on. 

You made it a step before Leon spoke again. “Thank you. For the apology.” 

Oh, he was not the sort of person you would expect to be here. 

Everyone you had trained with so far had been hardened bastards, most of them old and grizzled vets or arrogant hotshots. They needed the best. People who were going to get the job done. They were here to do a job, same as you. You’d come to expect no great affection. 

Even so, looking back at Leon, you found someone who looked genuinely, truly grateful. It took no special insight to imagine why. The training for the US Strategic Command was not and never would be the hardest thing you’d done in life, but it ground you down. It was a pressure cooker, and everyone felt it every second of every day. Krauser was a good teacher, but he was the sort who would push you to your breaking point. Beat you down so you never forgot when and how you showed a weakness. He had long warned that there would be no mercy in the real world, so he trained you without it. So, you knew that when Leon looked at you like that, it was because any kindness shown here was a rarity.

“Don’t mention it,” you said back. Here, in the midst of training for the worst of scenarios, on this most shitty of days, it felt nice to be not only forgiven, but maybe even appreciated. That little feeling stopped you from leaving so quickly, and you stepped towards the recruit once more. “And also: smaller arm movements.”

“What?”

“In our fight,” you clarified, “that’s how I could tell where you were going to go. You were telegraphing everything.” 

Leon almost smiled. It looked good on him. “Krauser told me the same thing yesterday. After.” 

“Well, he’s right.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind.” 

“Good.” 

The interaction was awkward, and you, for one, never wanted to do it again. Still, that was a better feeling to focus on than the crushing guilt you’d been stuck under all morning. You readily embraced it as you went into afternoon drills, glad you could at least make good on one of your mistakes. 

As for the others . . . well, those were the ones you clung to as you and Valeria circled each other later, knives flashing in the midday sun.

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[augustvandyne]

LOVEDDDDD THE BABY FIC 😭👏🏽 def neeeeeed a part 2 😘

-🖇

here it issssss! i feel like its really short but oh well..

baby jack

( months later)

Your eyes burnt, so you can only imagine how bad Angela felt.

The two of you loved that you had a third addition to your family, but you were beginning to think you should’ve just adopted a dog..

Just kidding!

You loved your wife, but she was starting to get on your nerves with the whole birthing mother crap, where she basically has you attend to the baby every time he begins crying because she went through all the pain without you.

Which isn’t totally true.. you were there during the important part. But Angela doesn’t see it that way. She wanted you there for the whole thing, and because you weren’t, she wakes you every time.

But to be fair, you did deserve it, and you loved her, so you’d do anything for her.

Even if it meant be sleep deprived.

And, besides, you love you and Angela’s son whom you’d named after your guys’ late friend Jackson.

You know his death tore Angela apart, and you as well, which is why you named the baby after him.

Angela goes and visits his grave at least twice a week, which you love her for.

Right now you guys have a rare quiet moment, so the two of you are cuddled up on the couch. Angela on top of you, with her head cuddling into your chest.

You get a solid, amazing, two hours of sleep before the baby starts crying from the room.

You groan, and tap Angela to get her to lay up, but she surprises you when she says, “Lay back down, I got him.”

Angela appears a few minutes later, the baby in her arms. You flip on some cartoons for baby Jack and open your arms back up for Angela once she sits the baby on his play mat.

Instead of laying back down with you, she sits up, and ushers you to lay your head in her lap.

She runs her hands through your hair, and it feels so good.

You can’t remember the last time the two of you laid together, just the two of you without interruptions, and it felt amazing.

Well, there was potentially an interruption, but right now he was occupied, so you were okay for now.

“I’m sorry,” Angela watches your sleepy face.

“For what?” You ask groggily.

“For putting all the baby stuff on you,” Angela gives a half smile. “It wasn’t your fault the only lead in weeks happened at the worst time ever.”

“No, but it is my fault that I took the lead. I could have just passed it off to Nyla,” You give a sympathetic look, and Angela can tell you really mean it.

“True, but it still isn’t fair I keep blaming everything on you,” Angela loosely starts braiding your hair. “You broke at least ten laws to get back to me in time.”

You sleepily laugh, “That I did.”

“I’ll swear to secrecy on one condition,” Your wife dips her chin to her chest so she can gain your full attention.

“And what may that be,” You sit up on your elbow, but make sure Angela’s fingers don’t leave your scalp.

“Forgive me,” Angela’s eyes scan yours. “I feel terrible for putting all the work on you. There was no reason for it. There’s no reason for me to blame you for anything at all, really, because you were there for what mattered, and that’s all I care about.”

“I forgive you,” You scan her eyes back, leaning up to give the woman a kiss. “And I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Angela gives you a breathtaking smile.

Jack crawls over towards the two of you, and you lean down to place a kiss on his head, picking him up to sit him in Angela’s lap.

“Hi Baby Jack,” Angela called him by the nickname that everyone had adapted to him the second they all met him.

“How’s your show, huh?” You place your finger in one of his tiny palms, looking at him the same exact way you look at Angela. Like you love him with your whole soul—you’d take a bullet for him or would trade yourself for him in a terrifying situation.

Jack babbles a small response back.

Angela just watches the interaction between the two people she loves most in the world, and it makes her feel bad about blaming you for everything all over again.

You give smooches to your babies cheek, to which Angela protests, “Heyyy, my turn!”

You chuckle in return, leaning up to give her a bunch of kisses on the cheeks and then another kiss on her lips.

Baby Jack claps, and then all three of you laugh together.

[reyl0ct]

The low growl echoed through the empty warehouse, and although sensations were available to ghosts, Edwin could still feel a chill run down his spine. He turned very slowly to the snarling dog like creature. It looked unlike any canine he had seen before. The coat of the animal was like that of a border collie but with an ethereal tint of deep blue, the kind of dark blue seen only in the night sky. It's eyes were pupil less, iris' a pale blue with the outer most part of the eye and bright red.

"Hellhound? Cu-sithe? Church Grimm perhaps?" Edwin's mind raced through all the information he had read in his numerous amounts of books. Grasping at any sliver of information that would help him survive this dreaded encounter. He took a few careful steps backwards, but he didn't account for the scattered debris on the floor.

He tripped, landing hard on his ass and the dog lunged. Edwin closed his eyes and put up his arms in a pathetic attempt to protect himself, bracing himself for the inevitable impact of the beast sinking it's teeth into ghostly skin… But that never came. Instead the yowl of a cat rang out in his ears and the dog let out loud yelp.

Edwin opened his eyes immediately only to see a very feral black cat standing protectively between him and the aggressive dog. Upon closer inspection Edwin could see blood dripping from near the dog's eyes. The dog whimpered as it attempted to wipe the blood with it's paw. That seemed to only irritate the wound and blind it further. The dog turned tail and darted out of the warehouse, tripping over debris and running into walls as it departed.

Edwin couldn't tear his eyes away from the feline as it was engulfed in a familiar plume of purple smoke and flame. The Cat King stood in place of the feral cat with a familiar Cheshire grin.

"My my, You really take the part of Damsel in distress seriously don't you~?" he teased.

Any witty retort died Edwin's lips as Charles and Crystal chose that exact moment to finally make their appearance.

"Edwin! What happened!? Did you catch the dog?-" Charles had barely finished his sentence as he was suddenly slammed up against a wall. He had barely had the time to register that The Cat King tightened both his fists in the front of Charles' shirt and if looks could kill.

"Where were you? I thought you were his 'best friend'? Where were you when he was in trouble just now?" he hissed.

Edwin had finally gathered his senses enough to stand and quickly made his way to intervene when he noticed something dripping from the Cat King to the floor.

"You're bleeding!" Edwin and Crystal stood deathly still, the trauma from loosing Nico making it's way to the front of their minds. The Cat King looked at them both, not quite registering what they had said. Charles managed to shake himself free, causing the Cat King to stumble. Huh? That's funny, the Cat King couldn't recall anyone getting out of his grasp so easily. He swayed slightly. Charles fixed him with an apprehensive, but worried look.

"You alright Mate? That's a lot of blood…"

The Cat King reflexively placed a hand at his abdomen, where a steady pain had began growing in intensity. He pulled his hand away to look at the wet red substance and the realization dawned on him. It was blood, His blood. He looked up regarding the worried faces of the trio.

"Fuck…" was all he managed before he stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. His vision began darkening around the edges. He could faintly register the sounds of voices around him, but they sounded so far away.

"Charles! Help me!…. No no no, stay with me! Please!" the last thing he saw was the look of Edwin's worried face above him. He wanted to be smug, make a snide comment about Edwin caring for him, but his mouth felt so dry and he felt so tired. He felt his eyes flutter and close against his will. Everything went dark and he drifted unconscious.

***

Monty sighed deeply as he, practically dragging his feet as he carried the over full bag of ingredients. Since Esther had disappeared (Good riddance) he had found himself a new witch. The woman had bought Esther's house after she disappeared and of course she just happened to be a witch as well. The biggest difference though was that this one was uncharacteristically kind. He'd never met a witch like that, she was the exact opposite of Esther. Also she was really old, and she had a habit of treating him more like a grandchild than a familiar. She had even started teaching him a few basic spells after giving him a human form again.

Here he was out basically grocery shopping. Yes some of these were special ingredients from Tragic Mick's shop, the majority was food to stock the fridge. Meat from the butcher shop, celery, bread, milk. Despite his luck of finding his new master, his days in Port Townsend had become extremely dull. He couldn't help thinking about a few months back when the exciting crew of the Dead Boy Detective Agency had blown into town. They turned everything upside down and left just as soon as they had arrived, and although Monty had his heart completely broken, he couldn't help wonder what Edwin was up to now days.

His daydreams were cut short by a distressed whine coming from a dark alley way. He stopped suddenly, taking a few steps into the alley. There hidden in the shadows of a dumpster was a dog? The pattern of it's fur made him think of those herding dogs, what were they called again? Oh right, border collies, but they was something different about this dog. Being a familiar, Monty could easily fish out magic and this dog was definitely innately magical. The dog whined again and he felt his heart clench in his chest.

"Hey, Hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you." upon closer inspection he could see that the animal was wounded. A nasty few gashes over it's eyes. "Looks like you got into a fight with a… cat…" Monty inhaled sharply as he felt a wave of anger wash over him. Memories from the forest invaded his mind, memories he had been trying hard to forget. Memories of a certain so called Cat King. The dog whimpered pitifully again and Monty snapped out of his reverie, grateful for the distraction from his depressing memories.

He smiled sadly at the dog. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you." He looked at the dog, it was far too big for him to carry given his small size. He thought for a brief moment before rummaging through the bag and finding the meat he had picked up from the butcher shop. The dog instantly perked up at the smell of food. It licked it's chops and it's nose twitched in hopeful anticipation.

Monty tossed a small chunk of meat and the dog swallowed it quickly. Monty tucked a stray strand of his dark hair behind his ear before gingerly reaching his hand towards the dog. The dog regarded him hesitantly, before accepting that he wasn't a threat. It placed it's head against his palm and Monty laughed in relief as he gave the dog's head a few careful strokes.

"You poor thing, You can't see right now can you?" Monty gave the dog another piece of meat. "There's more where that came from, but you have to come with me." He stood up from where he had crouched down to engage with the dog and began walking away. The dog stood up and took a few hesitant steps forward. Monty turned back to the dog.

"It'll be ok, I'll talk to you, just follow the sound of my voice…" And the dog followed him.

To be continued?

[supercorpkid]

Ace Reporter - Final Part

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 3940.

You roll in your hotel bed thinking about the cheap shot you threw at Kara earlier. You've hated Kara for the longest time, with the burning passion of a thousand suns. But only because it was a lot easier to blame your failure on someone else. And while you were many kilometers away from her, you got away with it pretty effortlessly.

That was until you met her.

And Kara was nothing you built her up to be. No vulture trying to steal the spotlight, no untalented lucky bastard, no nerd with no life. Kara is the opposite of every single flaw you embedded her character with.

And yet. You can't, for the life of you, admit the truth. Because if you did, if you finally took Kara out of the equation, you'd see that the reason why you didn't get the prize, and then the promotion, and the reason why your career got side-tracked is because you didn't try enough. You yield to your editors every wish. You let Lois Lane and Clark Kent go on every single assignment you were more than capable of doing. You never stood up for yourself.

So you think about Lena's offer while you march into CatCo the next morning, with no idea on whether you'll be walking through these doors everyday from now on, or never again. 

Kara is awkward and barely amicable when you get there. You want to apologize, but you don't do it. You hold your truth even though it is a lie. 

It would be a lot easier to write the article together if you two were at least talking to each other, instead of sending emails back and forth while she is at the desk next to yours. In fact, you only regret taking so long to write and review it, when the last person makes their way out of the office and you're left alone with Kara.

You sigh for the hundredth time. 

"I'm sorry, is this bothering you?" Kara smirks, making as much noise as she can on the chair. You narrow your eyes at her.

"The chair, or you in it?" You bicker. She raises her eyebrow, and you look at her waiting for the comeback, but it's cut off by your phone ringing next to you. "I have to take this. Here, wear my noise canceling headphones and keep out of my private conversation, Supergirl."

Kara sighs, picking it up from your hands and putting it on. She yells. "SAY SOMETHING SO I KNOW IT WORKS."

"Yeah, it works."

"HUH?" You roll your eyes at her. "HEY, THIS IS GOOD! IT ACTUALLY WORKS! CAN I BORROW IT SOMETIME?"

You breathe deep before picking up the phone, knowing you'll need all of your patience for this conversation with your editor. "Yes?"

"Where is my quote, Y/L/N?"

"I don't have it yet."

"What do you mean you don't have it yet?" He is clearly stressed, so you prepare yourself for the upcoming outburst. "You were in the plane with Lena Luthor and you went to fucking Kaznia," His voice raises up in a crescendo. "And you're telling me you don't have one fucking quote I can use in an article? I don't think you realize this is a job assignment! You're not in National City to make friends, you fucking moron." You open your mouth to argue, but he doesn't even give you time. "Had I known you were so fucking stupid I wouldn't have sent you! Clark told me you're good at finding people's secrets, well I think you're good at wasting company's money! Pack your things and get back here. You'll be lucky if I give you dog shows after this!"

He hangs off the phone and you look at it. Tears welling up on your eyes, and whisper. "I have something better.” 

Kara turns on the chair, and is met with your eyes full of tears. She ditches the headphone on the desk and basically runs towards you. “Hey, hey.”

“I’m fine!” You snap, cleaning your tears aggressively. 

“Y/N…” She tries with a sweet voice.

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Danvers!” You clean your nose with your hand. Tears come back to your eyes immediately. “I don’t need your pity, I know prize-awardee-Kara is much better than me and-“

Your words are cut off by her arms quickly evolving you. Your head is trapped between her chest and her arms in an almost bone-hurting hug, and you hate how much you love this. "You're alright." She makes sure, then whispers almost to herself, "I've got you. I've got you."

You can't tell for sure, being face deep into Kara's chest, but you think you feel a kiss being planted on the crown of your head, with sweet reassuring words coming right after. And you cannot not cry. No matter how much you try to be strong, and unbothered, and better than Kara Danvers. Right now, inside her embrace, is the safest you've ever felt in a long time.

It's a while before you can finally whisper, “I’m alright.” 

Kara lets go of your head. There are no more tears wetting your face, because they’re all wetting her cardigan. Her stupid, comfortable, nice scented cardigan. You want to say something, apologize for this ridiculous and weak behavior, you want to beg her to forget this ever happened, instead you say nothing.

“Ok.” Kara says, a trying smile. “Food break!”

And proceeds to order from her favorite Chinese restaurant because you have to try her favorite potstickers in the world and not another word is commented on your cry for help. And soon you're both back to the old ways. Can't really describe it better because what are the old ways? Flirting? Laughs and banter? Working so well together it reminds you of Lois and Clark? Whatever it is, you're back at it.

“Hey.” Kara waves her hand in front of your face. “The article is amazing, there are no typos or grammatical errors. You’ve reviewed it enough. Let’s go celebrate!”

"Celebrate?" You make sure. "What are you celebrating? Lex is still on the loose, you and Clark will still have to deal with it."

"Yeah, but we finally finished the article!" Kara beams, excitedly, touching your arm. She doesn’t know that you actually don’t have a quote yet because you’ve been debating with yourself whether you’d like to move to National City or not.

"Oh, so we're celebrating that I'm leaving." It’s what you choose to go with.

"What? No! That's not - I didn't - No." She fumbles and you make a real effort not to let your feelings show. It's really hard to hold back the truthful smile you wish to give to her adorable confused face.

"Relax, Danvers. I know what you meant. You could never celebrate that I'm leaving when you're so in love with me." You joke with a smirk, but are you really just joking or is this another failed attempt to not flirt with her? 

Kara also laughs, even though it sounds pained and strangled on her chest. Not funny. Not funny at all. 

"You know I can just come and visit, right?" Kara says, a dorky smile filled with double meaning and secrets. You hold back your own dorky smile, but it's getting harder by the minute. 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Kara looks at you fondly, a smile still playing on her lips, because she knows better now and so you roll your eyes. "Don't count your victory too soon, Danvers. Lena offered me a job at CatCo."

"She did? That’s so great!” She celebrates, eager to have you close. Then she thinks about it for a second, not sure what it means. “And, um, are you? I mean, staying?"

You breathe deep, looking outside the window. You could get used to this view. You could get used to doing some actual investigative journalism even if it means you getting punched in the face from time to time. You could get used to Kara’s dorky face even if you want to punch her most of the time. 

You look back at her, kind blue eyes filled with anticipation and clear adoration, “I don’t know, Danvers. There’s probably space for just one investigative reporter in this magazine. You know I don’t like sharing the byline.”

“God, Y/N. Is that the only thing you think about?” Kara steps closer, her hands shake a little when she reaches out. “Don’t you ever think about sharing something more than a byline with someone?”

“Like what?” You ask, but you know the answer. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. It’s clear as day when you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s screaming at you in bright light and you are making sure you close your eyes so you don’t see it. 

“Life, maybe?” Kara’s hands travel slowly from your arms past your shoulders and up your neck.

“Life?” You parrot. Mouth running awfully dry, eyes so glued to Kara’s, you can’t even blink. And you only realize you’ve been holding your breath for so long when your lungs beg for it. 

“Yeah.” Kara Danvers stops staring at your eyes and stares at your lips instead and you’re so close you can’t help but dare a look at hers as well. Soft, pink, kissable.

“But maybe we can start simpler.”

“Oh?” It’s a strangled sound coming out of your lips full with want, but lacking oxygen.

“Maybe-” Kara’s hands make way to the nape of your neck, fingers brushing your hair gently and then, suddenly, not gentle at all when she grabs it, almost demanding.

If you want this to stop you gotta say something now! This is your chance! Stop your lips from meeting your almost-nemesis lips right now! 

“Maybe we can share a kiss.”

Your eyes widen even though you saw it coming, but when Kara’s face comes closer, your eyes just close, unwillingly. Wanting, needing, ready for what’s coming next.

You don't stop her when her face comes closer; you don't stop her when you feel her shallow and anxious breath on your cheek; you don't stop her when her lips lightly brush on yours asking for permission; you don't even stop her when she takes a second to utter your name out of her lips so full of desire and passion.

"Y/N, Rao."

And your heart stops when she finally takes your lips into hers, and you can't even think about how you'll have to fight anyone who says it was you who deepened the kiss, even though it was indeed your lips and your tongue that made the first move.

You stop thinking of how this is the lips of your almost-nemesis. You fail to see how this might ruin your reputation. When Kara's tongue slides into your mouth, and her demanding hands tightens around the nape of your neck and your hips, your brain cannot function properly to see all that is wrong with this, and the only thing it wants is more.

More of Kara. More lips and kisses. More hands on hips. You don't think you can get any closer to her, but you want to be close, and then closer. 

The closer you can get without letting her know how much you're loving this. Even though you're pretty sure she can tell by how hot your entire body feels, like you're being set on fire by your desire. Even though she can feel you're running out of oxygen and yet you have not tried to separate your lips to catch some air. You're sure she can listen to your heart beating almost out of your chest and the tiniest moans out of your mouth. She probably feels your arms so strongly wrapped around her, pulling her fully into you. Yes, Kara probably can tell you're as turned on as she is right now when her leg slots right between yours.

And that is so close, but still not close enough. You want to be the closer you can get without letting Kara know how much you truly like her. 

Your brain finally catches up, when you think about how much you like her, instead of how much you dread her. 

"This was a bad idea." You get away from her so fast, she is left dumbfounded, breathless, red cheeks and mouth wet. It makes you want to go back and kiss her some more because she looks dazzling. Gorgeous. Perfect. 

Instead, you force yourself to turn your back at her, quickly grabbing all of your stuff and making your way out of the office. 

"What?" Kara is finally able to come out of her shock. 

"You and I, it's not, it's just not-"

"It's not what? Right? Gosh Y/N, will you stop with this 'I hate you' act and admit your true feelings?"

You bite your lower lip, looking at her from the elevator, when it dings, you just step inside. "Fuck off, Danvers. Not everyone loves you."

You make it out of CatCo, and dare a last look behind yourself. You hope you never have to cross these doors again in this lifetime, because if you do you don't think you'll be able to separate your lips from Kara's again.

Lena texts you as soon as you get to your hotel room. You ignore the text until after you pack your bags, but you can't ignore her forever. She invites you to have lunch with her at L Corp the next day, and you think it's a good opportunity to ask her for a quote before you go back to Metropolis. It is the least you can do, anyway.

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” Lena points to the balcony. “You told me you liked the view. So I thought we could eat outside.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that view.”

Lena gives you a knowing smirk. “I know, darling.”

You follow Lena to the balcony, fancy food displayed on the table, the prettiest view of National City. Nothing like the potstickers and beer from last night. And yet, it doesn't seem to catch your attention any more than the improvised dinner on Kara's tiny work desk.

“So, have you thought about my proposition?” You open your mouth to tell her the news. “Before you say anything, remember I’ll be your boss and I can give you lots of benefits. Not at work, but definitely somewhere else.”

Lena winks at you and oh God, what have you got yourself into?

“Y/N, I really want you to stay.”

Your heart drops on your chest and the words fall out of your mouth without you being able to give a second thought to them. “I have to go.” 

You get up from the table, making your way out of Lena’s office. Your escape is put to a stop by her hand, pulling you towards her. 

You bump into her, face-to-face, bodies so close you can feel her warmth, flesh with flesh. Lena is staring right at your lips.

“Don’t run from this.” She whispers, breath hot on your own mouth and then, just like that, her lips touch yours and oh my God, what’s happening? Lena separates her lips, taking yours into hers and you can’t. Just can’t.

“Stop. I-I can’t.” She blinks at you, confused. “It’s not you, it’s-“ Lena is one second away from rolling her eyes, expecting a ‘it’s me’ out of your mouth, but it never comes. “It’s Kara.”

“Kara?” Her shock is visible, undeniable. To be honest, yours is too.

“Kara kissed me.”

“Oh!” Lena steps back, out of your personal space.

“And I hate her, I do. And you’re also the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen-“

“But?”

“I think I’m in love with her. I think I’ve loved her the whole time.” 

You see Lena's surprised face, and you're surprised too. Probably even more so than she is. How could this happen? How could all of that hatred and annoyance have just turned into love? How is it possible that when you hear Kara's name you don't want to roll your eyes because she is irritating, but rather because she is not here next to you. Was this love all along? Were you blinded by your fury and didn't see the obvious? Ugh. Why does Kara Danvers make you feel so many things? And why are all of them confusing as hell?

"I'm sorry." You walk a bit farther away, back turned to Lena in clear embarrassment, because let's be honest, you have been leading her on. "I promise you I'm just as confused as you are. I really thought I hated her."

"Well," Lena's voice is back to normal, no more shock. "Love and hate is such a thin line." 

"I'll get out of your hair." You start walking towards the door, but Lena holds you by your shoulder.

"Y/N, I meant what I said about the job in CatCo." She rounds you, so she can look at your face. "You and me, it was never a condition for it to happen. You are way too talented and I'd be stupid to let you get away." You blink your eyes in confusion, and she nods at you slightly. "Please, take the job. I promise it won't be weird in any way. Kara is my best friend and I see the way she looks at you. And now that I know your feelings towards her, I'll be the biggest supporter, trust me. Just don't let that almost kiss stop you from making a life-changing decision."

She is right. Lena Luthor is so right. It's time for you to finally stop sabotaging yourself. It's time to try harder than you've ever done. It's time to be honest for the first time.

You can't wait any longer, you've waited too long to tell her. You hid it (not so well) from yourself and the world for longer than you should've, so you can't anymore. It has to be now so you run out of Lena’s office and into the park adjacent.

"SUPERGIRL!" You yell, and yell and yell her name a few times until Kara lands in front of you. "God, what took you so long?"

"Caught a little bit of air traffic." She says with a doofus smile and you can't, won't fight yours anymore. So you smile at her joke, the biggest one you've let people see in a while. "Do you have an emergency?"

"I do." But you can't do this while she is in her Supergirl attire, because even though they are the same person, Supergirl isn't the one you fell in love with. You fell for dweeb Kara Danvers way before you learned her secret. "I need to talk to Kara Danvers."

"What?" Kara asks, confused. Given she is right in front of you and you know that all too well.

"You don't get it, Supergirl. I need to talk to Kara Danvers right now or I'll die. It's a real emergency." 

Kara tilts her head looking at you, confused. You keep running from Kara Danvers and saying the most mean things you can think of, and now you’re in front of her saying you’ll die if you don’t talk to her. Takes her a while, but she finally picks you up and flies you to her apartment. She disappears into her bedroom and comes back a full minute later into your sight, with her real doofus clothes. 

You can't really explain what happened to you when you saw her. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to explain half of the things that happened on this trip to National City. But your heart did a weird loop, your breath got stuck on your lungs and fuck, you had to kiss her right there, right then.

You run towards her, jumping on her arms and she catches you in shock, but you're so fast to kiss her, she can't even overthink this whole thing. 

So you kiss her, and kiss her. Until there's no air left in your lungs, until you realize her dweeb face is your favorite thing in the world, until you both fall into her bed entangled in each other.

"What is happening?” She manages a whisper in between kisses, unable to stop herself from kissing you, even though she doesn't truly understand what's going on.

"You were right. God, you are always right. You're my favorite person in the universe even though I hate you sometimes." She has a dorky smile, the one you would normally want to slap it out of her face, but instead you just kiss her again and again. "I never knew I could feel all of these emotions for just one person. Never realized I could feel so safe inside the embrace of the biggest nerd I know." Kara can't contain her happiness and you can't stop but showering her face with kisses. "I hate to admit when I'm wrong, but I was. I was fighting this feeling because it scared me, how-how could I like someone so much already?”

Kara’s smile reaches her eyes, she literally lights up when you say that and while a few days back you’d want to bring her down, now you just want her to be the happiest she can be.

“But you, Kara Danvers, you really do make it easy for people to like you that fast, don’t you?”

Kara kisses you, softly. “I wouldn’t say you liked me that fast. I mean, you were basically insulting me daily for two full weeks.”

“You have a real dorky face.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I really do.”

And you thought it would be the hardest thing for you to admit. But right now, inside Kara’s embrace with her face so close to yours, you realize it is a lot easier to tell her the truth then fighting it so incessantly like you have since you got here.

"Can't believe we went from enemies to lovers."

"You were never my enemy. You're way too cute for that." Kara raises her eyebrows ready for a comeback. "And only half evil, anyways."

"Oh, you're getting quicker with the comebacks." You smile when you see how excited Kara gets with the compliment. "I still wanna punch your dorky face sometimes."

"Why don't you punch it with your lips." Kara raises her eyebrows suggestively a few times, and you can't help it but to laugh at her dorkiness and then to do exactly what she said.

Epilogue:

"Kara?" You hear Nia's voice next to the door, your eyes widen, and so does Kara's.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in the closet?" You hold back the laugh from the double meaning, and Kara rolls her eyes at you.

"Changing back." She finally opens the door, leaving you hidden there.

"Because of Supergirl or because you've been making out with your girlfriend in there?" Nia knocks on the door. "Come out, Y/N. No one here wants you guys back in the closet. Also, the new boss is here. The making out in the closet era is over."

"But this was the first time." You defend yourself, slowly coming out of there.

"Oh please. It was the first time today. I might not have x-ray vision, but I have eyes, you know." Nia says and you and Kara share embarrassed smiles. "Now look alive, Andrea Rojas is here and something tells me she's not gonna give us special treatment like Lena did."

[julianrchandlerx]

“It’s like we’re mystery inc but instead of the monster just being the cantankerous old man running the mill, they’re like legit monsters — but in a good way, I mean,” he added the last part quickly, not wanting to offend the much stronger looking werewolf. He couldn’t completely rule out an at-will shifting and, while he could be self deprecating, he wasn’t about to risk his pretty boy face on poorly placed words. Speaking of pretty boy faces, Julian’s turned to a nice shade of pink when Mateo complimented him. He let out a laugh at the ‘name in lights’ comment, accompanied by a dramatic hand gesture. “It does sound a bit like an Old Hollywood star’s name, huh? My mom tried to get me into musical theater but I just didn’t have the ‘it factor’. Must be why they kicked me outta New York,” he joked. In truth, Julian could carry a tune, and he played guitar and piano as well as he painted. He just didn’t advertise this much. “I think it’ll maybe be worth a whole two cents, so maybe don’t worry too much ‘bout it.”

Julian narrowed his eyes at the other until it clicked. “Yeah, YouTube!” He snapped his fingers, as though he just remembered something deep and profound. He was pretty sure he used to watch some of his videos while commuting back in Philadelphia, just a little something to laugh at on the bus. “Oh man, that would be wild, dude. I can’t promise I would be a really fun guest star but I would so be down.” How cool would it be to be on a werewolf’s vlog? Granted, Julian was pretty sure there were strict laws against broadcasting the supernatural on social media (another reason he probably had no idea about any of this until now, or so he hoped) but at least he would know it was a werewolf’s webshow. “I think I’d make a great crew member, though. Let me hold a boom mic or something,” he laughed.

For a brief moment, Julian kind of just stared at Mateo. He wasn’t sure where the water hall full comment came from, and he was close to asking until it kind of clicked in him. Maybe he didn’t know what ‘lycanthrope’ was? Ironic since he technically was one or something, but Julian wasn’t about to fault him or point it out to him. He didn’t like when people did that to him, and who was he to fault the guy? Instead, he just grinned and nodded. “More people in the world oughta be,” he replied, and it was true. If more people went through life and these wild changes like Mateo, it’d be a better place. He wished he himself was handling all of this with even a small percentage of the enthusiasm Mateo had. The thought of a werewolf out in public seemed kind of dangerous. Maybe they should put up werewolf crossing signs during the full moon. The thought caused an amused grin to glide over his lips, and Julian noted it in the margins. It would be a fun tidbit to include in a graphic novel. “Very small,” he agreed. Much smaller than the city he called home. “That’s still pretty crazy. Imagine just going out for drinks and then the next thing you know you’re the Wolf Man…. I guess you don’t have to imagine that, though.” He gave the other a wry grin.

Julian stopped with his notes and looked up at the other when he asked if he wanted to help with the camera. Wait… Was he actually going to vlog about being a werewolf? It sounded kind of dangerous. Julian was a bit accidental prone. Who’s to say he wouldn’t end up dog chow or a werewolf himself? Could be worth it if I instantly get a six pack, he snorted at the thought. That aside, it sounded like a pretty fun thing to be a part of. And what better way to get to know the supernatural than to take part? He worried the inside of his cheek between his teeth before nodding swiftly. “Yeah, I’m down,” he said with enthusiasm, grinning brightly. “Wait, do you mean like.. film you while it’s going down or just like help with the prep and take down? Either way is cool with me.” Though he did kind of hope for the former. He could image it now, Julian with his worst-best attempt at an Australian accent filming a “nature doc” on his new friend whilst he transformed. Okay maybe that’s not appropriate… but it would be funny.

“l think it was supposed to be a secret,” he said after a moment of thought, shrugging his shoulders. This felt the most reasonable to Julian, otherwise he would have to question his own intelligence on how he managed to live in this town without having any knowledge of what exactly was going on around here. And he really didn’t want to admit to that. There was a comfort in not being the only one in town just learning about all of this, and Julian gladly took the other man’s hand in a firm shake. “Julian Chandler,” he introduced himself with a broad grin, “You’re cool too, man, werewolf or not, though…” He squinted as he really took in the other man’s face for a moment. “This may sound weird, because you could just have one of those faces, but I feel like I’ve seen you before?” Where, Julian wasn’t quite sure, but something about the guy seemed familiar. Without much of a thought Julian took the seat across from Mateo, drink in hand and small journal in the other.

Without even asking if it was okay, he flipped to a page half filled with drawings — Buffy inspired vampires, other supernatural creatures as media perceived them — and began hurriedly taking notes on the other’s encounter / turning in the margins and blank spaces between sketches. Mateo spoke quick, and somewhat incoherently, but Julian managed to get the gist of it. Got garlic knots — very good, not wolf repellent. Wolfbeast came out of bush — wait, they were out in public and not in a like wolf sanctuary? Bite, then gone. How mysterious. He could give Jasmine a run for her money. “Hmm… I guess since you’ve never just shifted we’re talking more classic lycanthrope who shifts under the moonlight and not an at-will shape shifter,” he thought aloud, making note of it on the page. “That’s pretty wild, though… were you in town, like in a more populous area, or out by the woods?” Setting was important in understanding these kinds of things, after all. He choked a bit on his drink at the mention of a leash. That felt… unnecessary, but chains made sense… “Do you think a, like, Great Dane sized kennel would be a good idea for staying contained on the full moon?” He didn’t give himself a moment to think about whether or not that was appropriate, but Great Danes were really big so he thought maybe it could be comfortable for a first time? He grabbed a napkin and scribbled out his Instagram handle and phone number onto it before sliding it to the other. “Yeah, I would really be interested to hear how it all goes… I’m just really curious, ya know? Now that I, like… Know this kinda stuff is really real.” He let out a breath and shook his head slowly, clearly still grasping the concept.

[buckyalpine]

Spicy Brownies

18+ 

High Bucky x reader 

Remember Spicy Plants ? Here’s spicy brownies. Welcome to another crack fic. 

Imagine the first time Bucky tries edibles. He knew they would hit differently than smoking but he didn’t think much would happen so he had another. Then another. He was a super solider so he’d be fine. So he had one more. 

He was fine.

He was totally and completely fine. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!!”

“Oh my GOD!”

You and Steve sat in the living room, giving each other panicked looks hearing Bucky yelling from your shared bedroom. You both sprinted to the elevator and ran down the hall, bursting through the door, unsure of what was going on. 

“What is it Buck- oh my god” 

“What the hell...” Steve blinked, slowly backing away while you cocked your head to the side, observing a very naked Bucky looking at the mirror. 

“He nakeyyyy” Bucky whispered, staring at himself in the mirror wide eyed, cupping his own cheeks in utter shock. “Y/n, there's a naked man in our room” 

“uh huh” You snorted, carefully walking over to him while he looked back at the mirror again, nearly yelping. 

“HE NAKEY” This time he grabbed your face instead, staring into your soul, hoping you understood the utter severity of the situation. 

“Yes bub, it would appear so” You tried to bite back a laugh while he looked around the room, dragging you towards the door. 

“Hide” He tugged your wrist, ready to run out of the room. 

“Jesus Buck” Steve ran a hand over his face, before grabbing him so he wouldn’t end up sauntering around the living room in his birthday suit. “Oh fuck” Steve shoved Bucky back into the room when he heard the elevator ding, but it had already opened before he could wrestle his friend back into some shorts. 

“What’s going on” Tony came through the elevator doors with Sam and Peter in tow, worried about the commotion they’d heard from down in the lab. “We heard screaming-OH” The three of them paused, seeing Bucky staring back at them with a dazed look on his face. 

“Good God” Steve managed to drag Bucky inside while he shrieked.

“HE’S GONNA EAT ME” Bucky clung onto the edge of the doorway, while you were in tears in the corridor, absolutely no help at all while Steve managed to stick Bucky back into his briefs. 

“Can one of you explain why terminator has his gun and bullets out?” Tony had an amused look on his face while you wheezed, hearing further commotion from inside your room. 

“Bucky put down the soap”

“STEVE THERE’S RAINBOWS IN THE BUBBLES LOOK”

“Bucky put down y/n’s blanket”

“But it smells soooo gooooood”

“Bucky, put down y/n’s bag”

“OH MORE SPICY BROWNIES!”

“BUCKY NO”

“BUCKY YES”

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES”

“I think he had the brownies I got from the market. One of those brownies. Looks like he had more than one” 

Bucky wasn’t willing to wear anything else other than his briefs, his body running warmer than usual and the effects of his spicy snack lasting longer than anticipated. You sat with him in the living room, unable to take your eyes off your adorable goofball of a boyfriend. 

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the large golden lab Nat had been babysitting, the large dog brushing by his leg as he happily went around for pets. 

“Peter” Bucky grabbed Peter’s face, the hairs on his neck standing up when he felt a paw pat him. “The horse is here” 

Peter nearly choked on his water, watching Bucky pet the pup’s head, not making eye contact with him, while still looking off into the distance. 

“Mr. Barnes, you watch family guy?” 

Buck had already moved on, getting up and making his way over to the kitchen, ripping open a box of pop tarts, stuffing one in his mouth. 

“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts” Bucky hummed to himself, swinging his hips side to side, snickering as he felt his coconuts sway side to side with him. 

“Is he...is he talking about his...” 

“For the love of God, don’t ask” 

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[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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My Love, the Wolf

Pairing: werewolf!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: your werewolf boyfriend acting like a puppy

*In this, Bucky can transform into a wolf anytime he wants, but during days where it’s a full moon, he cannot choose and he is automatically a wolf for the day, he can still understand human languages but can’t speak them as a wolf.*

You woke up and leaned over to kiss your boyfriend, being met with a furry friend curled up on his pillow instead. This was not an unusual occurrence, you just didn’t expect it this morning. “Did we miss a full moon Buck?” You pulled out your phone and googled it, seeing that it was a full moon that night. “Alrighty, come here pup,” you say up and patted your lap, knowing he would want to come and cuddle with you. The wolf moved to your lap and gave your cheek a lick, “love you too Buck,” you have his head some pets.

The team was pretty used to Bucky’s transformations, they enjoyed having him around, he was more energetic in his wolf form. You and Bucky had the conversation at the beginning of your relationship. Bucky had told you that when he turned he would sort of act like a puppy would; and that the things dogs typically liked made him happy in his wolf form. You agreed to what he was saying with the exception that you were not going to feed him dog food, human food wouldn’t hurt him in that form so you weren’t feeding him dog food.

There was a knock on the door that made Bucky perk up, from the knock you could tell it was probably Steve. “Come on in Steve,” you called out and Steve walked through the door. “Hey Y/N, hey there Buck,” Steve smiled and gave Bucky’s wolf form some pets. These mornings, Steve often took his best friend with him on his morning runs to help get some of the wolf’s energy out. “Wanna go on a…walk? Huh, yeah, you do.” Bucky was getting excited at the thought of a walk. He looked over to you and tilted his head, as if asking if you needed him or wanted him to stay. “Go ahead love, have fun, don’t forget to stay hydrated okay?” Bucky nuzzled his head into you, a saying of ‘I love you.’ You kissed his head and the werewolf followed Steve out of the room.

While Bucky and Steve were gone you got ready for the day, getting a shower and a comfy outfit on, having no plans for the day, it was your day off of training and you were going to relax until tonight’s gala. Right when you were about to get breakfast ready your boyfriend and his best friend got in from their run. You looked to the wolf and saw him carrying a bag from your favorite bakery in his mouth. “He stood in front of the bakery and wouldn’t move until I went in and got you a pastry,” Steve explained. “Aww, thanks Steve,” you crouched down so you could hug your boyfriend, “and thank you my love.” You took the bag from Bucky as you pulled away.

Steve left to go get a shower so it was just you and Bucky. You sat on the couch and Bucky tried to jump up and curl in your lap, “unh uh, nope, smelly dogs do not get cuddles, we gotta give you a bath first love.” Bucky sulked to the floor as you started to eat your pastry. The sight made you sad so you sighed and patted the seat next to you, “oh fine, come on Buck, I’ll just get another shower. Darn you and your cute puppy dog eyes.” Bucky’s face lit up and he hopped up next to you and laid down, his head resting in your lap. You pulled up the show you were both watching and put an episode on while you ate breakfast, feeding Bucky a piece here and there.

Bath time with wolf Bucky was a trip. He would only be calm if you were in the tub with him, and even then he didn’t like the water touching his ears. After many protests from your boyfriend, he was bathed and dried off, coat as fluffy as ever. “There’s my beautiful boy,” you cooed, as Bucky excitedly accepted your pets. “Do you wanna….go for a ride?” Bucky’s ears perked up as he licked your face, “come on, let’s go love! Come on!” You led him to the car and he jumped into the passenger seat.

You first went to the dog store to get Bucky an outfit for the gala tonight. You found a cute dog suit that when you tried to put it in the cart Bucky jumped up, grabbed it and set it back. You laughed and promised you wouldn’t make him wear it. You bargained with him on a bow tie collar to make him at least a little dressed up. You thought he looked very dapper in it, and with all the compliments you gave him he was ready to wear it everywhere as a wolf.

Next up was the few errands Tony needed you to run to get stuff for the night, like a few tablecloths, confirming the catering and flowers etc. After everything was done you surprised Bucky with a little treat. “Hey Buck, you wanna go get a….pup cup?” His head tilted as he heard the words pup cup. Even thought he ate human food and could understand all you were saying….he loved pup cups from Starbucks. You ruffled the fur on the top of his head and drove to the nearby coffee shop. You picked up (your fav drink), a Strawberry refresher for Nat, an Americano for Steve and finally the pup cup for your loving werewolf boyfriend.

Bucky twirled around in a circle as you held out your hand holding the pup cup, he licked it right up, being careless of getting it on the car seats. “James, come on, now we gotta clean these ! Tony’s gonna be pissed!” Bucky smiled, you knew he was just playing dumb. He licked your hand and nuzzled into your neck as an apology. “Oh, how could I stay mad at you?” You kissed the top of his head and drove home.

That night at the gala you walked in, dress flowing, with a wolf next to you who went up to your waist. “Hey, lookin good Y/N,” Nat complemented, “you too Bucky, nice bow tie.” Bucky’s face lit up at the compliment. “Doesn’t he look so handsome,” you cooed. Nat chuckled and walked towards the bar.

The night went swimmingly, and that night you got a shower, and climbed into bed, tired from the day, with your big fluffy cuddle bug awaiting you. You knew in the morning he would be back to his normal, adorable self, but for now you would enjoy his soft fluffy fur. You laid down, head resting on your boyfriend’s chest, his head curled around you. “Night, love you baby.” He grunted softly in agreement.

You could hear Bucky’s soft snores as you woke up, looking over to see his chest rising and falling in time with the noise. You leaned over and kissed his forehead, “morning love,” he awakened just enough to mumble a good morning to you and grumble about not getting cuddles. He went back to sleep as you wrapped yourself around him. You knew it would be another good day.

[bunnyyamor]

ζ  THE WEDDING GUEST ζ - KOSHI SUGAWARA +    PART 1 - this is a weird question, but can you be my wedding date?

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+    PLOT - today is the first day of 2nd grade for your son. let's just say parenting isn't easy at all, especially when you're single. this could be like every school year, except it isn't. this time your son has a teacher that is the most handsome man you ever met. he is sophisticated and makes you want to try dating life again. you are super busy being a mother and a doctor. and now, your ex has some news he wants to tell you and your son. what else could your hectic life bring?

“hmmmm, c’mon babe. you can’t do that to me?” you giggled, nose scrunching types of moments as your husband gave a big smile, laughing. 

“what can i say? you make me a rebel,” your husband wiggled his eyebrows. 

“oh my god, stop babe.” you playfully pushed him.

“mommy.” “hmmm,” you chuckled. 

“mom.”

“mom!”

“mother!!!!”

“huh,” you quickly rose awake, feeling drool down your cheek. “what the hell?”

“mommy!”

“heck, i said heck!” you rubbed your eyes in a hurry. “i’m up, i’m up, i’m up!” you scrambled to stand up. you yawned as you cracked your back. “what’s my little man want for breakfast, hmm? eggs, waffles,” you gasped, “monster truck chili dogs!”

“mom!” your son, chikao, said again. 

“what baby?”

he pulled your robe that you were currently putting on. “we’re late.”

you opened your eyes fully this time. your mouth went even more dry. “oh fuck.”

“mom!”

“fudge. fudge! fudge! we’re late, we’re late!” 

“that’s kinda what i said,” chikao scratched the back of his head. “i was supposed to be at school 15 minutes ago.”  

you looked at your son and he was just so adorable. he had on his buttoned down royal blue jacket with a red and blue tie. you recall you ironed his shirt the beginning of the week that he wore, it was a button down shirt. then he wore khaki shorts. you had bought him new shoes from his favorite anime he loved recently. 

“oh my god,” you looked at the clock on your nightstand. what the fuck was the thing good for anyways! “i’m so sorry baby. mommy will get dressed real quick.”

“daddy called the house phone, he’s already there mommy and he sounds mad.”

“shit,” you muttered. as you dived into your closet. you were preparing for this thing for weeks. you were the main parent, the top dog, the one your son depended on, not…him. of course, his father got the win. you knew better. and worse you were dreaming about him, your ex husband! 

as you rummaged through your clothes you saw your ring. you and your ex husband have been divorced for a year and a half after being married for 8 years and it always felt strange waking up alone. sometimes chikao would lay with you, helping you get over that hurtful man and instead think about the most important person in your world. 

you quickly put on a white blouse, a matching blazer and skirt that was a lavender plaid pattern. the skirt was tight and form fitting.  

you did not want to go to the school looking like a slob, you had a reputation being that you are a doctor. 

“okay little man,” you shoved your feet in a pair of mute purple heels. you grabbed your star wars mug and made a keurig coffee for yourself. “did you have breakfast?”

chikao shook his head.

“mcdonalds it is.”

“let me see your face,” you and chikao were hand in hand, speeding down the halls. you with a coffee mug in your hand and him with egg mcmuffin stuck to his cheeks. you licked your thumb and against your son's protest wiped the food off his cheeks. 

“mom ewww.”

you patted your son on the head, “oh stop. look your father’s over there. run to him.”

“daddy!” chikao ran to your ex husband. he had open arms and that moment was painful but also a bit of happiness. you never imagined or wanted to raise your son alone and you're glad you didn’t have to in a sense. his father was always there for him and always really loved him, just not for you. you weren’t enough as a wife. but what mattered was your son. he deserved both parents' love and respect so you pasted that fake smile on your face as you embraced the change.

you saw chikao’s father every week but to actually talk and converse and be close to each other has probably been a month when you invited him over for chikao’s birthday party. 

you waved your hand as kota, your ex husband made eye contact with you. whereas you were all smiles for your son’s big day you could tell big papa was already mad. 

“hey son why don’t you go on inside. thankfully your teacher was kind enough to hold up class in order to meet your mama.” kota glared at you. 

“mommy?”

“yeah baby, go inside. meet everyone i’ll be right in.”

“you brought the gift card right.” chikao pulled your blazer. 

you winked at him, “i got you bro.” you fist bumped him. 

he winked too, “i got you bro.” as he went inside you heard kato sigh, annoyed. 

“c’mon y/n. you texted me you would be here early. i was almost worried you wouldn’t show up!” 

“alright, well now i’m here.”

kato gave you a stern face. “y/n.”

“what?”

“this is irresponsible. chikao needs more stability in his life.”

“excuse me?”

“y/n, you know what i mean.” kato rubbed his temple. “no, please, enlighten me because what it is sounding like is you’re about to tell me that i’m a bad parent and a bad thing for my fuckin son.”

kato rolled his eyes, “see this is why we didn’t work out.” he said under his breath.

you stomped your heel shoe on the floor, “i know you did not just say what i think you said. because you know very well why we didn’t work.” your eyes went to his keychain. kato snatched it closer to him and went the opposite of you and leaned against the wall.

“i met him. his new teacher. he seems really nice.”

“good.” you bit the inside of your cheek. “thank you by the way for buying chikao his lunch box and back pack.”

“yeah well i thought since you bought his sneakers, supplies and the teacher’s gift i wanted to get him something.”

“well, thank you.” you checked your apple watch and saw the time. “my shift almost starts, i gotta run. let me say hi to his teacher and i’ll be out.”

kato nodded and it took everything out of you not to punch that fuckin guy’s nuts. 

you opened the door and noticed you were the only parent in there. all the other parents were gone. 

there were a good amount of kids, probably around 20. some were on the rug reading books and some at their desk. 

where’s chikao? you thought as you looked around. then that's when you saw your son talking to him. his teacher!

his teacher was a man with light gray hair and a mole under his eye. he was a taller man. he wore a white buttoned up shirt with the first few buttons not together. he wore black slacks and some black shoes. the moment you two made eye contact you felt yourself unable to breathe. it’s as if he had sucked the air away from you. he was definitely handsome and this was an odd feeling. you hadn’t felt this way about a man at first glance other than your husband. the teacher’s eyes were widened and mouth a bit open. it’s as if he too had trouble breathing. 

“oh my god,” you thought you heard him say. “mrs. tachibana-”

“no, i’m divorced.” you said, hand held out. wow, the air got awkward. why did you have to say all of that? you could have said, no, just l/n, but you had to go and say you’re divorced. did you want him to know?

“oh, my apologies,” he said, not really sounding that sad however. “i guess the paper’s had it wrong-”

“it’s an honest mistake. really.” you shook your head. “no worries. i guess cause it’s still fresh they haven’t updated their system. my name is y/n l/n.” your hand met his in a handshake. 

“ms. l/n, welcome to my class. i am very excited to work with your son. he already has told me all about what he looks forward to in this class.”

“yeah, he loves school. it’s really nice to meet you mr. sugawara.” you read his name plate on the table. it read koshi sugawara. “ also, my apologies for coming here late. i’ve just been all over the place.”

sugawara leaned his body against his desk. he chuckled as he shook his head, “it’s alright. i understand everyone has their lives.”

you peered around his classroom and realized his theme was honey and bees. “i love the way you did this room. it’s very bright and happy.”

“yeah, the faculty here calls me mr.sunshine. i’m known as the really happy teacher.”

you smiled big, feeling good to leave your son. 

“mommy, you gotta give him the present.” chikao tapped your leg. “we got something for you mr. sugawara.”

sugawara bent down to be eye to eye with your son. that melted your heart. 

“yes we do,” you rummaged through your purse. finally, in your wallet you pulled out the gift card. “here you go, mr.sugawara.-”

“no, mommy, i wanna give it to him.”

rolling your eyes, you bent and gave your son the card. the kid tapped you again, gave you back the card to give the teacher. sugawara just stared, not wanting to intervene in this mother/son relationship. 

“wow, thank you so much chikao. this means so much to me. i will use this up and eat fully. thank you and your beautiful mother for thinking of me. let me put this in my wallet.” sugawara grinned happily as he looked into your eyes, standing up and making his way to the back of the room.

you were frozen with your wallet out and purse dangling on your arm. 

“mom. mother!” chikao tried snapping his fingers. 

did your son’s teacher just call you beautiful?

“mother!”

“huh,” you snapped out of it.

“you did that this morning. hey you know you talk in your sleep?”

you chuckled, “i do not baby.”

“yes you do mommy and you said dad’s name.”

you bit your lip. yes, having this attention and another man calling you beautiful meant a lot to you but you also felt icky. you felt this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. the vows said for better or worse until the end of time. he didn’t go with his vows. “it’s okay little man. i’ll be okay. right now i want you to worry about being 7. now go make mama proud.” you bent down, grabbed him in a hug and you didn’t realize but you had tears in your eyes. you always hated the first days of school because you were so used to having your son with you all the time. you two were so close. “mommy wants you to be kind, make the best decisions and to listen to mr. sugawara, okay baby.”

chikao patted your back, kissed your cheek and nodded, “i love you mommy. and you’re going to be okay. have a good day at work and save some people. i got you bro.”

you sniffled, “i got you bro.” you both fist bumped and you waved heading to the hospital to do work.

“i have 2 kings, what do you have?” mrs. daisuke had a glimmer in her eyes as she slapped her cards down on the table, showing her entourage. “what do you got?”

you walked in, smiling as you saw all the older ones gathering together for a play of cards. it warmed your heart up. “well hello there everybody.”

“hello dr. l/n!” most greeted you in unison. 

“it’s nice to see you all here. mrs. daisuke, did you take your medicine already?” you raised your brow, sometimes feeling these patients were like little kids. having to be scolded and reprimanded, to be reminded and held so fragile. 

she rolled her eyes, “hey, why don’t you lay back doctor. take a day off, go to the beach, get a pina colada and soak up the sun.”

“as wonderful as that sounds, i can’t leave my work. now, before you try to distract me from the question. did you take your meds today?”

mrs. daisuke didn’t say anything, only grumbled.

“i’m gonna take that as a no. c’mon, let’s take you to your room.” you unlocked her wheelchair and wheeled her down the hallway to her room. 

“you know i would have won that game but you interrupted me.”

“mrs. daisuke. you win almost every game. you’re really good. just take it as a win.” you checked her vitals, reading her chart. 

mrs. daisuke smacked the table, “oh wait! how was the little fellow's first day of 2nd grade?”

you pout your lips, “don’t remind me. i already miss him so much,” you pulled your phone out and examined the wallpaper. it was you and him hugging. “it feels like i am missing a piece of me.”

“honey, you better get used to that feeling real quick.”

you sat down beside her in a chair, “what do you mean?”

“i mean one day they're gonna have a girlfriend, drive alone, get a job, gather all their items, leave the nest and bam! all alone. while they go off to practice literature in Harvard and get a golden doodle while drinking most fridays.”

you put a hand on her shoulder, “is that what happened to you?”

“all i’m saying is, let the kid breathe. look kato is back from his summer cruise so now it's back to having him pick him up tuesdays, thursdays and fridays. you gotta get used to not having your son as much.” mrs. daisuke realized how sad you had gotten just from the conversation. “oh cheer up doll. he’s only 7.”

you tried to stifle a laugh, “yeah, it’s just he’s all i got.”

“well, nevermind all this. tell me. how was his first day?”

you wiped your subtle tears away, “it was good. he really loves his teacher.” then the vision of mr. sugawara flashed in your mind. he was so handsome and so sweet to your son. you could tell he had a good heart. 

“what’s with the smile?”

“huh?” you didn’t realize it but she was right. you had on the dumb grin on your face. you were practically glowing. 

“wait a second. is this a lover? was it chikao’s teacher?” mrs. daisuke sat up in her bed, eagerness written all over her face. 

“shhh, quiet down…but yes! he is just wow, so dreamy.”

“ugh, i’ve remembered those.”

“mrs. daisuke, he has beautiful silver hair and his eyes are kind. he’s tall and fit and so passionate about teaching. he’s so handsome and he smells like, mmmm,” you groaned, hugging yourself. “like sex!”

“damn, sex! i want me a piece of that.”

“when i saw him i couldn’t breathe. it’s like he took my breath away. i don’t know how to explain it like my heart went so fast and it was as if this was meant to be. i don’t know, am i crazy?”

“nah,” mrs. daisuke waved you off, “you’re just needy.”

“needy?” you were almost insulted. 

“honey, when’s the last time you had sex, hmm? the last time a man hugged you or touched you let alone kissed you?”

you sheepishly scratched your arm, “yeah, you have a point. so should i pursue this?”

“why the hell not?”

“cause for one he’s my son’s teacher and second he’s my son’s teacher!”

“baby, why don’t you just try it out and see? test the waters. you never gonna know till you try it. give it a go.”

you thought about what mrs. daisuke said. would it be insane to go after this? would it be too much or awkward? were you in over your head. there were so many questions and what ifs. what if this was wrong?

the longer you thought about asking sugawara out to dinner, the more you got nervous. “i need to get back in the game, damn.” you thought about how you were acting and chuckled. you were getting ahead of yourself, what if he declined. nothing was for sure. 

“c’mon y/n it’s just a question. that’s it. would you like to have dinner? yes or no?”

you entered the classroom of your son’s and that was when you saw it. your heart deflated and you felt almost a sting. of course this wasn’t meant to happen. 

there in the distance stood sugawara leaning against his desk with what seemed to be another teacher, a girl teacher, kissing his lips. she had long blonde hair and literally looked like perfection. while you just got off your shift, smelling like hospital. great. 

the woman was interlocking her fingers in his beautiful hair. you almost groaned. i guess this was your life. a single mother, forever and ever. 

“mommy!” chikao shouted, a gleam in his eyes and some stain on his shirt. “i missed you so much today.” he hugged you tightly. maybe this wasn’t so bad, dying alone but to have this kid by your side meant everything to you.

“hey baby, how was school?”

“come here, ask mr.sugawara!” chikao led you to koshi. 

you really tried to resist but your son was too strong. “no, no it’s okay honey, it’s okay.” you finally stood in front of koshi, wishing you were invisible. 

“hi,” you waved sheepishly. “chikao tells me he did really well in school today?”

koshi’s smile deepened seeing you, he moved aside from his girlfriend and placed his arm on your shoulder. “hello mom, yes he did amazing today. one of my best students.”

you saw his girlfriend roll her eyes. you tuck your hand out to not be rude. “hi there, i see your also a teacher?”

the girlfriend flicked her hair back, “why yes i am, i am the physical education teacher.”

“lovely. well i enjoyed talking with all of you.” you felt even worse. she was probably great with kids, she had koshi and now she was fit! she was the whole package while you were probably gonna bust open a can of cookie dough and eat the whole thing while watching housewives. two very different people. 

“let me lead you out,” koshi touched the small of your back. 

as he led you and your son out he caught your attention. “if you ever need anything y/n, please don’t hesitate to ask. anything at all.”

anything at all? how bout be my boyfriend? 

“thank you. tell your girlfriend i said goodbye.”

“oh she’s not really, well it’s more like it’s complicated.”

“don’t i know that.” just then you received a text from kato. 

‘meet me at italian cuisine. let’s have dinner and talk.’

“got to go. see you tomorrow,” you let your frown slip into a smile. it was horrible how koshi could do that to you. 

“what’s this about? i brought chikao.” you and your son stuffed yourselves in the booth. 

kato shook his head, “it’s not like that. and why do you look like that?”

you shrugged, stuffing your face with bread, “like what? like i just came out of work cause i just did.”

he sighed, “my point exactly. couldn't you have dressed up at least a little?”

you gave a fake smile and threw your napkin on the table, “but of course! anything for the king. baby, keep your low intelligence brain of a dad occupied while i freshen up.”

you grumbled all the way to the bathroom. you washed your face and added mascara and lipgloss to your look. to say you were exhausted was an understatement. you were going to just decide on takeout and be done for the day but you did this for kato. for shared custody. 

“wow youre beautiful,” a woman younger than you said as she was using the sink next to you. 

“th-thank you?”

“might want to work on your eye bags however, that can ruin a woman’s image and beauty.”

you closed your eyes irked and ready to box this girl in the face, “ok, i’ll look into that.”

the girl left and you took a moment to breathe. was it bully y/n day today? 

you went back to the table to see, her! the girl from the bathroom sitting next to your ex, cuddling with him and kissing. 

“kato?” you almost screamed as you ran to the table and gripped your hands into fists. “who is this?”

“that’s what i wanted to bring you two here. this is, well this is my fiance.”

“fiance? wait hold up,” you put your hand out. “this is,” you inched closer to kato, “is this the girl you cheated on me with?”

kato was silent then he chuckled, “yes?”

“that’s it we're leaving.” you grabbed your son's hand.

“but mom, dad wanted to ask me something.”

“please y/n,” kato grabbed your wrist, “please stay.” 

it was all too difficult, seeing the man you had still loved with another woman. it made you feel an abundance of pain and unworthiness. 

“ok.” was all you uttered.

“so everyone, meet karin. i asked her to marry me yesterday.”

karin leaped and chuckled like a dumb blonde. you rolled your eyes as she showed you and chikao the ring. 

“nice,” you said. he had never bought something like that for you ever. 

“look, i know you might not like me but i love kato. i love him so much and i am excited to be a part of this family and chikao’s life.”

“but um-”

“so the wedding is in 4 months. we already have the venue and everything, just little details like her dress and suits and that sort of thing.”

“what do you want, my blessing?” this guy was a work! you felt so shitty.

“i want chikao as my best man,” kato asked in all seriousness. your eyes widened and you finally realized that any hope of you two coming back together died in that moment for you.

you looked at chikao and he jumped up with joy. “of course dad. i love you!”

“wait, he knew about karin and you?”

“sorta, well, he met her at my job.”

chikao hugged his dad.

“aww isn’t this the cutest. now i can be like mom 2.” karin clapped. 

“the fuck she just said,” you stormed up. kato had to bring you down slowly and coax you to calm down. 

“mom!” your son shouted.

“sorryyyy.”

“with that being said, i am inviting you to my wedding y/n, if you want to cme.”

“please mom,” you son pleaded. “we can dance together mom.”

you bit your lip, “fine i guess.”

“but it’s mandatory to bring a guest. you must have men lining up to be with you so take one of them. but you need a guest,” karin smirked all knowingly. she knew you didn’t have time for dating or men. she wanted to shove it in your face that she had someone, someone that used to be yours. she wanted to bask in hearing you admit that you had no date. 

“chikao is my guest.”

karin shook her head, “no he’s part of the wedding. don’t worry, i know you will think of something.”

you wanted to just get eaten by a hole. you whined as a headache was coming on. 

you felt bad and a little jealous you had to admit. your son chikao was excited. he was happy for his father and thrilled to be a part of something big. it made you feel down, wanting at least a tiny piece of that completeness. 

“mom, can i stay with dad tonight? he can drop me off at school.” your son pulled your sleeves as you all finished dinner. 

you had to gulp down your pride and accept that it was good and alright that chikao loved his father. “oh, my love, you don’t need to ask me. of course you can.” you patted his head. “he has clothes for you at his house. just ask him.”

“i already did, he said yes.”

you said goodbye to everyone and entered into your car. you hated feeling this way. it felt like the bad people, the villains of the story always got what they wanted. here kato cheated on you and now he was going to get married and no one cared. he never had consequences. he still had his son’s love and respect and a mate, a person to live life with. 

your visions got cloudy as raindrops pattered against your windshield. the drops were falling down on the earth, similar to how your tears were splattering against your skin. 

“why!” you cried, hitting your steering wheel. “why me? it was supposed to be me and kato forever and ever. we were supposed to be one big happy family!” you wiped your tears as your forehead rested against the wheel. “and now i need to find a date. where the hell am i gonna find one?”

the thought flashed in your mind. 

it was mr.sugawara, chikao’s teacher in a black and white suit. tight, and sophisticated. shiny, black, new dressy shoes. cologne drifted all over his clothes. his smile inching his eyes closed. the hand on your back like always. 

maybe just maybe this could work. maybe you could ask him. 

your feet clashed against the wet concrete. it was already late and many of the teachers had left from school, but maybe he was still here. 

you opened up the door to school, quietly thanking God that it was opened. the cool air made you shiver from your wet form. you were a dripping mess. 

“take a left here,” you whispered as you sped your way down the hallways. he was right there. almost.

you flung the door open to his classroom and there he was, sitting peacefully at his desk. grading what looked like papers of the subject math. 

“k-koshi?” you finally spoke. 

his head snapped up with a concerned look. he quickly stood up and tried to make his way to you but you beat him to it.

“y/n? i-i mean ms. l/n, what are you doing here?”

“that’s not important. i need to ask you a question. it’s means a lot to me.” you panted, wet, tired but hopeful. 

“of course. please go ahead.” he touched your arm, leaning against the desk. koshi noticed that you were shivering and got his jacket, draping it over your form. 

you quickly sucked up the air and held still. your shivering stopped but your heart was beating even faster. it smelled so good, just like him. it was warm and comfy. you looked up at him and he smiled big. 

oh no, you thought. what was your heart doing? what was happening to you?

“sorry, i noticed you were shivering, you poor thing all out in the rain. are you alright? is your son alright?”

“yes, yes, sorry for making you worried. so do you remember what you said to me today?”

koshi thought then nodded, “that you can come to me whenever you need something?”

“yes! wow you have a good memory but yes! and now i need a favor from you.”

sugawara crossed his arms and winked at you. “anything.”

you played with your fingers and started messing with a cuticle on your thumb. the nerves getting the best of you. “alright, i know this is gonna sound weird, considering you are my son’s teacher but can you be my date for my ex husband’s wedding happening in 4 months?”

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[little-fics]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Request summary: you are not happy about your daddies new way of keeping track of you, but maybe you could warm up to the idea of it

Warnings: Age regression; pacifier mention; sort of leashes but its like a baby leash connected to a backpack; baby has hurt feelings; I could have missed something so please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I really hope you like it nonnie, I really enjoyed writing it. love you buggy boos <3

You wanted to look at everything not matter where you went with your daddies. At the park it was every dog, every leaf. At the store it was every fluffy thing you could find, every piece of candy or toy. If you saw something you wanted to look at, you were gone. Steve and Bucky had discussed their options after the fifth time you'd run off from them. It wasn't that they didn't want you to look, but you're their baby and you needed one of your daddies to go with you. The problem with that? You forgot in your excitement; a lot.

That's how you've found yourself in this predicament.

You were ready to go to the zoo, tattered thigh jean shorts and a pretty tie-dye shirt with SpongeBob's crew with cute purple shoes. You were bouncing on your heels at the door, waiting impatiently on your daddies. You know better than to go out the door and wait for them by the car, so you're whining, rushing your daddies.

"Papaaaa, it's time to go! We not gonna get to see eb'ryfin'!" Steve came rounding the corner, Bucky trailing right behind him with a lavender backpack in his hand that seemed a little full. Steve picked you up, balancing you on his hip, "We're almost ready little one," he wiggled his finger on your tummy, "we just want to show you something before we go." Bucky held the backpack up, smiling innocently.

It was so cute, it was a shade lighter than your shoes to match perfectly. It was plain, other than the pins and small keychain fidget toys your daddies had surely put on. He opened it up and it had a coloring book, a pack of colored pencils, your favorite pacifier and Lincoln the Ram, the oldest stuffie you had. You reached for the ram, and when you'd pulled him out you saw a bag of candy. Bucky laughed when your eyes lit up, "No baby, that's for today, you can have some later." You jutted your lip out and he shook his head, "Nice try, but puppy dog eyes only work on papa."

When you accepted that, Steve spoke up, "This is a special backpack sweetness." Your brows furrowed as you looked at it, not seeing anything about it. Bucky pulled out a stretchy cord that ended in a scrunchy like bracelet. "When you put this backpack on, daddy or papa will put this on." He slid it on his wrist and tugged at the cord close to his wrist, "So you can't go wondering off like you always do." You whined loudly, "Won' run off!" Your face in Steve's neck, letting out another loud whine.

“Oh silly baby,” Steve kissed your hair, “it’s okay, you’re not in trouble for being curious, we’re just trying to protect our kitty.” You let out a heavy groan, “No, don’ wanna wear it.” You clutched to Lincoln, your chin wobbling on edge of tears. “Dollie,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards to rub your back, “it’s dangerous when you run away from us, you forget in the pretty head to tell your daddies where you’re going and we can’t find you.” You let out a long groan in protest and stayed in the crook of Steve’s neck, Bucky’s hand still on your back, “We can stay home instead of going and seeing all the animals, would you like that better?” Your head rose and you shook your head at him, “No daddy, I’ll wear it.” Bucky felt a strain on his heart when he saw the way your pout still rested on your face. “You won’t hardly notice it baby,” he kissed your nose, “not with all the pretty animals we’re gonna see.”

When you got to the zoo, Bucky unbuckled you in the back. You always sat in the middle because that’s where you were most protected, so he had to drag you out of the car a bit. “Okay baby,” he held the backpack up, “put ‘em in there.” You just stared at him a minute, “What if I pinky p’omise to be good?” He shakes his head, “Baby, you already are good. You agreed to wear it to be safe, we can’t go in if you’re not going to be safe.”

You huffed and put your arms in it, the band already around Bucky’s wrist. “Good girl, now listen to me baby, you gotta keep your backpack on, it can’t come off or it defeats the whole purpose.” You nodded deftly, body now trained on bouncing towards the gate. As you got around more people, Steve grabbed your shoulder and bent down to your face. “Did you hear daddy baby? That backpack doesn’t come off until we are back in this parking lot or you're in one of our arms, understood?” You nodded and Steve raises his eyebrows, “Yes papa, I understand.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb before giving you a quick kiss, standing back up.

It had worked remarkably well, you’d gotten distracted by all the animals as suspected. You were pulling Bucky around everywhere, and of course with Bucky came Steve. You pulled them to the lions rather quickly, jumping up and down, changing positions all over the outside of the enclosure to see them. “Daddy!” You ran to near the end of the enclosure, stopped dead in your tracks by the leash.

Bucky chuckled, but to you it was no laughing matter. “Wha’ you doin?” You pulled on him, shaking your bag roughly, “Baby, slow down okay, we’ve got plenty of time to look at the lions.” You made an angry face at him and continued to pull at the leash, “Come on! Wanna walk wif it!” You stomped your feet until he finally caught up with you. “Dis’ is why I always look wifout you, you too slow.” Bucky ignores your comment, mainly because you grab his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, shaking his arm and pointing at the big cat, “Take it home wif us?” Steve, who stood behind you, laughed in shock, “That’s a no from me bug, come on, let’s go see what’s next.”

With his recommendation you remember that there are so many more animals at the zoo. You squeak out a high pitched okay and take off skipping. Your long legged daddies had no problem keeping up throughout the next few hours, but then you had to potty. Truth be told, you were tired of looking at the giraffes anyway.

You glanced up to your daddy, who's whispering something in Steve's ear and laughing. You tug on him, and he turns toward you, "Gotta go potty." He smiled, nodding his head, "Of course bug, thank you for telling us without trying to run off." You grumbled and started walking to the bathroom, keeping the leash taught the entire time. You started to shrug off your backpack, irritation creeping up your spine before stopping.

You turned around to Steve and Bucky, a frown plastered on your face. You waited until they were dead in front of you, you slid off the backpack and pushed it roughly into their chest, stomping away to the bathroom. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, Steve commenting lowly, "Awfully grumpy." Bucky's mind swirled, you're not one to be outrageously bratty, so when you came back out, he knelt down and grabbed your hand.

"What's going on my buggy boo? Is something bothering you? You not feeling good?" You shrugged, pulling your hand back and taking the backpack with a wobbling lip. He made a clicking noise, smiling and took the backpack from you. "How about papa wears the backpack and I'll carry you, it's about time for lunch anyway, right?" You seem to instantly relax and let Bucky balance you on his hip, kissing your cheeks.

Steve slipped on the backpack, an odd and tight fit on his body but with the straps completely loosened, it had a millimeter of wiggle room. He starts to lead the way and Bucky whistles sharply at him. Steve turns around with raised eyebrows, but Bucky is looking at you with a 'can-you-believe-him' look.

Bucky turns to Steve, grabbing the bracelet part of the backpack and sliding it on your wrist, "You can't go running off either," Bucky looks down to you, giggling into his shoulder, "isn't that right sweetness?" You nod, looking up to Steve, shaking your wrist, "Papa we gots tuh know you safe!" Steve immediately catches on to what Bucky's doing, and smacks his forehead playfully, "How silly of me, huh dovey?" You pointedly nod, a smug look on your face, "Uh-huh, now nommies please!"

You're in a much better mood being carried by your daddy, shaking the leash playfully at Steve when you sit down at the table. He slid the backpack off of his back, laying it down on the table. "I thought maybe you'd like a dum dum while we wait on Daddy to come back?" Steve was bouncing you on his knee, already popping the sucker into your mouth. You laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed while enjoying the sweet lemon in your mouth, too asleep to notice it disappearing from your mouth.

Bucky sits down with Steve, smiling at your tired form, "I told you she'd tucker herself out and we wouldn't be able to get through the whole zoo today." Steve scoffed, "You act as if she's going to be willing to leave." Bucky kissed Steve softly before planting kisses all over your face, rousing you from sleep.

As much as you don't want to be grumpy, you can't help but frowning at Bucky. He just kisses your nose and tilts his head towards the food at the table. Your eyes land on the chicken strips first and your whole body bounces at sight of the large slushy on the table. "I-Buh-'S mine?" Bucky laughs at your apprehension to breaking the rules, don't have too much sugar. "Of course baby, we thought you'd like something sweet, like yourself."

When you are done eating lunch, Bucky tries to help you put your backpack on, but you run away from him, around the table. "Nuh-uh," you cross your arms over your chest and look to Steve with puppy eyes. "Baby," he starts, coming over to you, sitting on the metal seat, "what's going on? Don't you like your new backpack?" Your bottom lip wiggles again, tears in your eyes, "'S ugly." Steve looks shocked, "Honey, you love purple, what's really going on?"

That's when the damn broke, tears falling from your face and broken sobs coming out. Steve's holding his arms around you, and Bucky's found his way to rub your back. "Shhh, dove, tell papa what's got your head going so fast." You're hiccuping, letting out broken coughs with small gags, unable to form coherent words. Bucky grabs your chin, holding your straw to your lips, "Here baby, take a drink of your slushy." Somehow you listen to him, sugar is always a good bribe for you.

"Dollie," Bucky pulls you onto his lap, "what's wrong?" His eyebrows are raised, forehead against yours, noses almost touching. He's waiting for you to regain a normal breath to press harder. He doesn't get the chance, because you start talking before he can ask again. "J-jus- 'nother reason tuh ignore me."

Bucky's heart breaks, Steve's expression matching the hurt Bucky feels deep inside him. "What on earth are you talking about honey?" Your eyes start to tear up again and Bucky scolds you gently, "No, no more of that you hear me?" You nod and let Bucky wipe away one of your stray tears. "Honey, we bought the backpack because we were so worried, not so we could ignore you. You run around and poke at everything, you forget to tell your daddies what you're doing and it scares us. You understand baby?" You shrugged and Bucky sighed, kissing your cheek. He's about to say something else when Steve picks you up from Bucky's lap.

"Bucky, put the backpack on, let's go," he's gentle about it, but you're still upset. "No! Wanna see more pets!" Steve tries to lightheartedly chuckle, but it comes out dry, "Oh dove, we're not leaving the zoo, we're just moving on." When Bucky has the backpack on he puts the leash on your wrist, just as it was when Steve wore it.

Steve catches you shaking the band around your arm, and a lightbulb goes off in his head. "You see baby?" Steve starts, and you're confused, so he continues, "You're constantly playing with it, that means your eyes are on daddy at all times." You furrow your brows, a pout still resting on your face. "Go on Bucky," Steve nods in an opposite direction, and Bucky starts walking. When the leash reaches the end of its rope, your arm is pulled until Bucky turns around to face you.

You're hesitant, eyes flickering between Steve and Bucky, "No forgettin' me?" You're looking up into Steve's eyes, swimming with love, "Dove, you're everything on our mind every second of every day. We got it so if anything happened, anyone tried talking to me or Bucky, or we argued over dark or milk chocolate, we'd never be too distracted for you." You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling closely to him.

You can feel the leash pulling on you, and it takes your attention away from Steve. Steve doesn't move his feet though, Bucky playfully moving side to side to pull at the cord around your wrist. "Papa, daddy's tryin' to run off!" You could hear Bucky laugh as Steve caught up to you. "Whatdya say we get some of that ice cream you love so much Dollie, before we go see the rest of the animals?"

You beam at Bucky, a genuine smile crossing your face that lights up your eyes. "Dippin' Dots!" You shake and dance in Steve's arms, "Lemmee down, lemme down! Dippin' Dots! Dippin' Dots! Dippin Dots!" Steve lets your feet hit the ground, and you pout a little, glancing to the backpack. Steve seems to pick up on your hesitation, "How about daddy wears the backpack, you wear the bracelet and hold my hand? That way everyone is kept together and safe?"

You happily take his hand, all wariness thrown to the wind when you started skipping. "Dollie," Bucky stops, making you and Steve stop in place. He looks stern for a minute, but then breaks into a laughing fit, pointing to the righthand turn at the intersection. "You were so excited," he kept laughing, moving you to see the stand with many balloons and a sign that says 'Dippin' Dots', "that you ran right by it!"

You take off running, Bucky and Steve quick to follow. They didn't bother trying to gently reprimand you, they didn't care if you were excited and couldn't contain yourself. In fact, they loved it, as much as they needed a way to keep track of you with the leash, they wanted a way to make sure they never miss your bubbling excitement.

When you've made it to the stand, you are tugging on Steve. He looks down to you, watching your eyes flicker to the balloons. He smiles at you, adding your favorite color balloon to the order. Once you'd all sat on a bench, he starts to tie the balloon around your free wrist but you jerk away. "Daddy," you turn to Bucky, "we switch." You starting pulling the backpack off Bucky without waiting for a response, causing him to struggle to shuffle around his dippin' dots while laughing at you.

You've safely switched who holds what, now chowing on your dippin' dots in your hand and a y/f/c balloon on your wrist. You're starting to think the backpack isn't so bad, maybe you can convince them to buy you more of the things you want if they see you so excited over them.

Or you could always pout about the backpack and get what you wanted any ways.

[sacredsorceress]

The Long Run || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x doctor!reader

summary: after discovering that you’re bucky’s secret girlfriend, sam invites you on a mission with them. when bucky gets injured and you save his life, you give him news that will change the both of your lives for the better and bucky has a very important question to ask you.

a/n: this is technically a part two to Who’s She?, but can be read w/o the first; reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 4.9k

warnings: blood, bucky getting shot, mentions of bucky nearly dying, mentions of pregnancy, some swearing, angst, fluff

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“Absolutely not.” Bucky told Sam. “No way. We have to find someone else to do it.”

“I’m sorry- do you have any other secret girlfriends lined up?” Sam asked, crossing his arms. “Because from what I understand we’re supposed to be doing this all under the radar and you and I don’t exactly have a lot of friends right now.”

Bucky stood his ground, staring down the man in front of him. “I’m not bringing her into this.”

“You brought her into this as soon as you decided to date her and she knows that.”

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes before shoving his finger into Sam’s chest.

“You know- I knew I should have never brought you back to my house.” Bucky said. “I knew I should have let Romanoff have you instead of bringing Y/n into this.”

Sam sighed, stepping away from Bucky, understanding that he was putting him in a difficult situation. Not even a month ago when Sam was shot during a mission, Bucky had brought him and Natasha Romanoff back to your shared home so you could patch him up. Until then, you had remained a secret to them- Bucky being sure to never even mention your name. He kept your relationship a secret from not only the world, but the team to ensure your safety. The last thing he could ever bare despite everything he had been through was for you to get hurt- especially if it was because of him.

Sam could understand. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of the people around him getting hurt because of his choices. A part of him was envious of Bucky for being able to keep you such a secret, ensuring your safety. He understood that Bucky risked his only sense of normalcy to save him and that you- a stranger to him until that night- risked your safety to help him.

He knew he could only ask so much, but he also knew that you were the best choice.

“I get it, Buck.” Sam told him finally, placing his hand on his shoulder. “I know why you’re worried, but she’ll be fine. If I thought there was any way she could get hurt, I wouldn’t even suggest it, but she’ll be so far away-”

Bucky shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I’m not calling her. Find someone else.” Bucky told him finally, seating himself in a flimsy folding chair across the room.

“Fine.” Sam threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “I guess I’ll just find someone else to be our getaway driver.”

With that, Sam left the room, making a phone call through the door.

A half an hour filled with silence later, Sam and Bucky heard a car pull up outside the small abandoned building. Quickly glancing at each other, they both stood up, making their way out of the room and towards the entrance of the building. Without opening the door they heard knocking coming from the other side. Just as Bucky’s hand went to pull on the door handle, Sam’s hand stopped him, holding his wrist.

“Before-”

Glancing from Sam’s hand on his wrist to his eyes, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Who did you call?”

“Look, b-before you get mad-” Sam attempted to reason.

That was enough for Bucky to pull Sam’s hand off of his wrist and yank open the door. On the other side he was immediately met with your face staring back at him.

Before you could even open your mouth to greet him, Bucky spun around to face Sam.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Bucky asked, raising his voice. “I told you not to do one thing and you just go ahead and call my girlfriend.”

“There was no other choice-”

“How did you even call her?” He asked, voice still raised, cutting Sam off.

Finally Sam loosened up at the question, turning to look between you and Bucky. “Listen, that’s your own fault. Who doesn’t have a phone password?”

At that, Bucky threw his hands up in the air, turning to face you instead. You smiled, shrugging.

“I told you to put a passcode, baby.”

Looking at your smiling face, Bucky softened up, lowering his voice. He could hardly ever be mad at you.

“Doll, you shouldn’t have come.” He sighed. “You should go back home. Go enjoy your day off. We can handle this on our own.”

You had known your boyfriend long enough to know that he was only speaking out of love for you. The kind of love that drove him to keep you a secret for so long from even his own friends in order to protect you. Although you understood how he wanted to protect you, you also understood that Sam wouldn’t have called you if there were other choices on the table.

“Buck, it’s okay.” You assured him, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. “Sam said that I’d be fine. Let me help.”

Glancing at your face and looking into what one could only call your “puppy dog eyes” he cursed to himself, knowing he couldn’t resist giving in for you.

“Okay. Fine.” He sighed. “But only if you stay in the car.”

Smiling you tugged on his jacket once more, pulling him down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Buck.”

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”

And he did.

When he, Sam and an injured Natasha Romanoff were running out of an exploding building while agents continued to chase after them still shooting, he was truly regretting ever letting you come on this mission- even though you were only there to serve as their getaway driver and first aid kit for Agent Romanoff.

When you felt the rumble of the explosion shake your car and heard the gunshots going off you jumped in your seat, firmly grasping the wheel. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Sam and Natasha running in your direction and you hovered your foot over the gas, shifting the car into drive.

“Go!” Sam shouted as soon as he got one foot in the door after pushing Natasha inside.

The second your boyfriend slid into the passenger seat you hit the gas at full speed, but before you could speed far enough away you heard one last gunshot sound off before you heard Bucky shout from his seat, swinging the door shut.

Still speeding away at the fastest speed you had ever gone in your life, you turned to face your boyfriend, feeling your heart race in your chest.

“Buck-” You started but before his full name could even slip out of your mouth you could see blood begin to soak the bottom of his shirt. “Oh my god!” You shouted.

“It’s fine-” He attempted to calm you down, groaning while holding his abdomen.

Hearing the commotion, Sam gripped Bucky’s seat, pulling himself up from the back seat to look at Bucky’s wound.

“Shit!” Sam swore.

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Bucky swatted him away.

“You’re not helping, Sam!” He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

“Oh my God. Is it bad?” You asked shakily, meeting Sam’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s bad isn’t it, Sam?”

All you saw was Sam’s eyes wide, staring right back at you in the mirror. Glancing between your gaze in the mirror and Bucky looking over his shoulder glaring at him, Sam shook his head.

“Uh-” He started.

Feeling your hands begin to tremble on the wheel, you glanced back at Sam.

“Sam just tell me-”

“Sam you better shut the hell up!” Bucky shouted.

Realizing that you had driven for long and far enough that the men that were chasing you were no longer still following you, you slammed on the brakes. You heard the grunts of Sam and a incoherent Natasha in the backseat and the muffled shout of pain from your boyfriend besides you. As soon as the car came to a stop, you threw your door open, climbing out of the car and stomping to the passenger side door, swinging it open.

When your eyes met Bucky’s he just shook his head, eyes wide. He knew that no matter how many things you saw in your time as a doctor that it would inevitably hit you differently to see him so badly wounded and he couldn’t bare to see you so upset.

“Bucky,” You said, laying your hands on top of his bloodied ones. “Let me see it.”

He shook his head again.

“Doll-”

“James.” You stated more firmly, gripping his hands. “Take your hands off.”

Knowing that this argument couldn’t go on for much longer without him caving in, he lifted his hands from his wound and when you laid your eyes on the bloodied section of his abdomen you couldn’t help but gasp knowing your boyfriend was injured this badly.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, groaning again.

You had seen plenty of injuries this bad, but you had been in a hospital and they hadn’t been on your boyfriend- the man you swore was the love of your life. Pulling your hands away from the wound, you could feel them begin to tremble as the horror of what was happening washed over your body, gluing you to your spot. When you looked up, rather than looking at Bucky, your eyes met Sam’s who was still sat in the back seat.

Seeing your eyes wide and your hands shaking Sam immediately made his way out of the vehicle to stand by your side. Your boyfriend’s eyes were still squeezed shut in pain and as you stoood watching him you felt Sam’s hands land on your shoulders to turn you to face him instead.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, trying to get you to focus your attention on him. “Y/n you need to breathe.”

You shook your head, staring at him with your eyes wide. You could barely choke the words out. “I-”

“Y/n listen to me.” He said, gently shaking your shoulders. “You need to calm down so you can fix this-”

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, you could feel your heart racing in your chest. How could he expect you to do this?

“No, no Sam I can’t-” You told him.

Resilient as ever Sam nodded his head. “Yes you can.” He said. “You have to. The next hospital isn’t for another thirty miles- it’s you or nothing. You can do this, Y/n. You fixed me and you came for Natasha-”

“That’s different.” You sighed.

“I know that, but there’s no other way.”

You rung your trembling hands, looking between Sam and your boyfriend still groaning in the passenger seat of the vehicle.

As you looked at him all you could think about was how you couldn’t lose him- especially not now. You needed him. You didn’t know what you would do without him. You knew Sam was right too- that if it weren’t for you doing something, he wouldn’t survive. You couldn’t allow that to happen. 

Taking a long, deep breath you looked up at Sam.

“Okay.” You nodded.

Sam released you from his grip. “Okay?” He asked, making sure you were willing to help his friend and when you nodded once more he smiled. “Okay. What can I do to help?”

You instructed Sam to go fetch the supplies that you had brought and stored in the trunk when he asked you to come in the case that Natasha would need medical aid after being held hostage by the organization they had just saved her from. Although she was barely coherent on the backseat, you knew that she would be okay compared to your partner who was currently bleeding out in the front seat.

While Sam fetched your supplies, you tugged on the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt, trying to ease it over his head.

“C’mon baby.” You cooed. “The shirt needs to come off.”

In too much pain to speak, he lifted his arms slightly, just enough for you to pull his shirt off of his torso and over his head. When you did, however his dog tags came off with it, slipping into his lap. Just when you were about to turn around to take the kit from Sam, you felt the familiar touch of cool metal grasp your wrist.

When you turned around you first met Bucky’s eyes before following his gaze down to his hand that was balled into a fist, the chain of his dog tag slipping through his fingers.

“What-”

“Take them.” He told you, sighing from the pain. “I want you to take them, Y/n.”

Staring at his dog tags and the solemn look on his face, you could feel your heart practically stop beating in your chest. Bucky had lived a long, complicated life- longer than most, but stolen from him at the same time. He had been given these same dog tags when he was sent to fight in World War II. Although a part of him had died during the war, he had survived to live decades more, the dog tags staying with him.

As he attempted to hand them to you, you realized that although he didn’t admit it- he was sure he was going to die in that moment. He had survived for over a century and because of this one bullet that he could’ve escaped from if he was just an inch to the right he thought he was living through his final moments. The dog tags had survived along with him all this time and you couldn’t bare the thought that he decided that now was the time to give them away.

“Buck, no.” You shook your head. “I can’t take those. You’re going to be okay-”

“Doll.” He said. “Just take them.”

You took his vibranium wrist in your hand and pulled it away from your arm.

“You’re not dying on my watch, okay?” You said finally, turning around to take the kit from Sam. “Now... there’s no easy way to say this... this is going to hurt.”

Bucky couldn’t help but throw you a lopsided smile at your resilience.

“How bad can it be?”

It was bad.

Due to you performing all of this on the field, you hadn’t been able to numb Bucky’s pain at all. Even though he had been through what he thought until now was the most horrible pain a human could ever experience, he could barely sit still throughout the entire thing. As soon as the first shout escaped from his mouth, you had stopped in the middle of what you were doing, glancing over your shoulder at Sam. Without even a word coming out of your mouth you and Bucky watched as Sam undid the belt from around his waist.

“Woah, wait-” Bucky began but before he could even finish, Sam was holding his belt in his hand, offering it to Bucky.

“Here.” Sam told him.

“What- I’m not putting this in my mouth.” Bucky said.

“Man, just put it in your mouth-”

“I am not putting this thing in my mouth, Sam. There has to be something else I can bite down on-”

You shook your head, sighing to yourself as you snatched the belt from Sam’s hand, slipping it into your boyfriend’s mouth. Eyes wide and not in a position to argue, he bit down silently.

“There.”

As soon as you placed the belt in his mouth, you went back to work on his abdomen. As you performed the procedure, removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled shouting. You couldn’t help but cringe and feel hurt knowing how much pain he was in, but you also knew that there was no other way and you had to put him through this so he could come out the other side.

The pain was so bad at one point, however, that after a particularly nasty yell, followed by his legs jolting you looked up to see Bucky swing out his free hand to Sam which Sam took wordlessly. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help but laugh when while you were still working on stitching up the wound you heard Sam shout.

“Y- you’re crushing my hand! Stop... squeezing.. so hard.”

When you finally finished, pulling your hands away from the freshly stitched wound, you glanced up at Bucky. You could tell immediately that he looked exhausted, slipping his hand out of Sam’s and opening his mouth to let the belt drop onto his lap.

“You can rest now, baby.” You told him, standing up from your kneeling position, wiping your bloodied hands on the cloth that Sam handed you. “Rest.”

As soon as you told him too, Bucky couldn’t help but allow himself to fall into a deep sleep.

When he woke again, he immediately realized that he was laying in a hospital bed and was hyper aware of the needles sticking out of his flesh arm.

His eyes immediately landed on your figure, standing on the other side of a glass wall speaking with a doctor. Suddenly the memories came flooding back into his memory of him getting shot and you saving him with the supplies you had on hand on the side of some abandoned, dirt road. Along with the memories flowing back into his mind, he could feel his chest become full, remembering how you had just saved his life- that you fought against your own fears of hurting him to save him. He had always known that you gave his life meaning, but as he sat there in his bed he realized that he was alive because of you.

Snapping him out of his own thoughts, Bucky heard a voice speak up beside him.

“How are you feeling-”

Before Sam could even finish his sentence, however, Bucky cut him off.

“I need you to do something for me.” Bucky told him, sitting up in his bed with a grunt, still sore.

When Sam heard the urgency in his friend’s tone of voice, he leaned over in his seat, pulling his chair closer to the side of Bucky’s bed.

“What is it?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

Bucky knew that he couldn’t wait any longer and he didn’t want to either.

“I need you to go to my apartment.” Bucky told him, giving him instructions. “In the bedroom there’s a safe. The code’s my birthday and I need you to get-”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam shook his head. “Slow down. What do you need from a safe right now? Incase you forgot you were just shot.”

This situation was probably the last one Bucky thought he would find himself in when he had first planned the event seven months ago, but he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting any longer. He could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth as he told Sam.

“The ring.”

Upon the two words that Bucky had just said, Sam’s eyebrows creased even more, attempting to understand the words Bucky had just told him. When it finally clicked, Sam leaned back in his seat throwing his hands up in the air.

“A what? Wait.” Sam said and Bucky was almost beginning to regret his decision as a smile began to play on his partner’s face. “You... you have a ring?”

Glancing at where you were still standing to make sure you didn’t hear what the two men were discussing, Bucky turned to face Sam nodding.

“Yeah, a ring.” He said.

Sam shook his head. “You’re going to propose?” He asked, then looked around the room. “Right now?”

Bucky knew that the hospital room he was in wasn’t exactly the ideal situation and when he bought the ring months ago he had ran through all the ideas in the book from a restaurant to a vacation, but he could never decide. In this moment, though, he knew that now was the time to ask.

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.

Sam just smiled standing up from his seat. “Okay, okay.” He said, patting down his pockets. “I’m gonna go get it- God! I can’t believe this is happening, man!”

Hearing the door to the room open, Bucky glared at his friend, halting himself from having more words slip out of his mouth. Sam nodded, giving his friend a thumbs up before running out of the room.

When your boyfriend’s eyes landed on you and noticed you glancing between Sam and him while laughing, he rolled his eyes.

“What was that about?” You laughed, gesturing towards his friend running out the door.

Keeping his cool as always, Bucky shrugged. “It’s Sam.”

You smiled making your way over to the side of the bed and when you did, Bucky reached his arms out for you. When you sat yourself on the side of the bed next to him, you felt his hands rest on your waist while you played with the dog tags that were once again lying on his chest.

“I was so scared you were going to die, Buck.” You said in a hushed voice.

Seeing the downcast look exhibited on your features, he felt his heart break knowing that you almost lost each other.

“I thought I was.” He said. “The feeling was worse than... worse than when I fell.”

You sighed at his confession, taking one of his hands off of your waist- instead lacing your fingers with his.

“I- I can’t do this without you.” You told him, your eyes not yet meeting his, just staring at your fingers interlaced. “I couldn’t let you die, Buck. I need you here.”

“I know, doll-”

“No.” You cut him off, looking up to allow your eyes to meet his blue ones- the same ones you always got so lost in. “You don’t know. There’s... there’s something I need to tell you.”

Bucky’s mind began racing from the best case scenarios to the worst case scenarios. Were you dying? Did you not love him anymore? Did you find out about the ring? Oh God, maybe you did and he would have to tell you now even if he was still waiting on Sam to bring him the ring.

“I have something to tell you too.” He said, squeezing your hand.

You, however, shook your head. “No, Buck, let me go first. I have to get this off my chest. You almost died and the thought of you never finding out almost killed me.”

Instead of cutting in again, Bucky just nodded his head, seeing how serious you were.

He watched as you took a deep breath and a smile began to make its way onto your face.

“I’m pregnant.”

Bucky could of sworn to God that his heart stopped in that moment and it was confirmed by the beeping of the heart monitor beside him. His eyes went wide and he was praying that his mouth didn’t drop as he tried to process the information you had just told him.

You were pregnant. He was going to be a father. He was going to share a child with you- the best thing to have ever happened to him.

Going with his gut and leading with his heart, before his brain could stop him he finally asked.

“Marry me.”

Unlike your boyfriend, you didn’t need a heart monitor to tell you that your heart skipped a beat before racing immediately after.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying Bucky so often it almost felt like a memory. To hear the words finally slip out of his mouth, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening to you.

Until you realized what situation the two of you were in.

He didn’t ask you out of love- he asked you out of commitment- or that was at least what you thought.

The light drained from your face as you scoffed pushing yourself off of his bed.

“Really, James?” You asked.

Confused by your reaction, Bucky stiffened in his seat on the bed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked.

You couldn’t help, but laugh at his naivety.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed once again. “You know- I thought you had moved past all this old-fashioned stuff. It’s not the 40′s anymore, Buck. You don’t have to marry me because you think you ‘knocked me up’ or whatever. Don’t let little old me hold you down.”

“Woah- what the fuck?” Bucky asked in a raised voice, genuinely shocked.

“-Because I don’t want you marrying me because you feel like you have to.” You continued. “I’d want you to marry me for me.”

“Do you think I want to marry you because you’re pregnant?” He asked.

Cooling down and wringing your hands, you nodded. “Yeah.”

You could tell just by looking at him that he was hurt not just by his gunshot wound that was still healing, but by your words.

He found it hard to believe that you could possibly think that he would only want to marry you out of circumstance and not because he had an undying love for you or because he couldn’t see himself living life without you by his side. You were the first thing he thought about every moment when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to bed every night. You practically made the world spin round so how could you possibly believe that he wouldn’t want to marry you out of pure love and devotion to you?

Before he had the chance to say any of that though, the door to the hospital room behind you swung open and Sam stood in the doorway. Sensing the tension in the room he eyed the two of you.

“Did I... miss something?” He asked, focusing his attention on Bucky.

You shook your head, wrapping yourself in your arms. Just when you were about to excuse yourself from the room, you saw Sam holding his hand suspiciously behind his back.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing at him.

Sam decided that the wall behind you was very interesting in that moment as he avoided looking at you. “Nothing.”

You eyed him warily and watched as his gaze fell on Bucky still sat in the hospital bed.

“Sam...” You said.

“What?” He replied. “There’s nothing behind my back. I just... like... putting my hand... there.”

You watched your boyfriend sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Glancing between the two men, you reached behind Sam’s back and stole the box from his hands. As soon as your eyes met the small, black velvet box you felt all the air escape your body. You looked at your boyfriend before opening the box.

Inside sat a beautiful diamond ring.

“... Buck?” You asked, slowly stepping towards him.

He gave you a soft smile. “If you don’t like it you can tell me. I picked it out with Steve-”

“You picked it out with Steve?” You asked, smiling. “That means...”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Picked it out seven months ago... before...”

You knew what he meant- before his best friend decided to leave the modern age to go back to the forties, leaving Bucky here. Although you knew is was a hard topic to discuss, knowing the truth lifted a weight off of your chest. He didn’t propose to you in the heat of the moment because you were pregnant- he had been planning on proposing to you for over half a year. Not only was he planning on proposing for that long, but before you told him you were pregnant he must of asked Sam to pick up the ring.

You felt guilty for yelling at him earlier and for believing that he didn’t have your best intentions in mind, but overall you were just so overjoyed to know that you were going to spend the rest of your life with the man in front of you.

“I love you.” You told him in a hushed voice, sitting yourself back down on the side of his bed.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, gently taking the box out of your hand.

You couldn't help but smile.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Although Bucky Barnes was known for his infamous glare, he couldn’t help but smile in that moment, the pieces in his life finally falling into place after all this time. He couldn’t possibly be happier.

When he finally tore his eyes away from your smiling face that he swore would rival any goddess’, he shakily took the ring out of the box, took your left hand in his vibranium one and slipped the diamond engagement ring over your ring finger.

Before you could let him say another word, you leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands and kissed him. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss, so filled with love and joy that you could barely contain it.

When you finally pulled away, you still couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, so wide it almost hurt your cheeks.

As the smile fell from your boyfriend’s face you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is it?” You asked him, fiddling with engagement ring on your finger.

“Did....” He began glancing between a still silent Sam and you. “Did you agree to go on a mission when you knew you were pregnant?”

Instead of meeting your boyfriend- no- fiancé’s eyes, you decided to admire your ring. “Uh...”

Bucky didn’t have a chance to press you further on the topic when the other man standing beside you’s voice rang through the room.

“Wait! You’re pregnant?”

[writing-good-vibes]

water park for your fave sinclair

bug my love !! 💗 thank you for sending something through !! as much as i love all of the boys, bo is always has always had the tightest grip on my heart,, but as this is me and i'm so deeply loathe to part the terrible twins, vince will make an appearance too💗 WARNING for very lightly implied smut (i'm sorry there isn't more !!)

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

bo sinclair (water park)

Behind the Sinclair house was a long, sloping stretch of scrub. It petered down to the woodland that surrounded Ambrose and no matter how much Bo tried, it always seemed to dry out in the summer. Instead of a picturesque green lawn (like something out of those stupid house and garden magazines you bought sometimes), it was parched and brown, the dirt beneath sending dust clouds up as you trudged across it beneath the blazing Louisiana sun.

You didn't mind though, you could lay a towel down and you were content for the day. Usually. Especially when Bo would stop by periodically, between his meddlings and fixings of the town.

Perhaps you were in a nostalgic mood, but as you lay beneath the midday sun, you thought back to the summers of your youth. Trips to the shore and fingers sticky with popsicles. Sunburnt noses and water parks.

You sit up, looking down the vast and parched slope.

***

"Do you have a spare tarp I can borrow?"

Bo's legs twitch in surprise, but he doesn't make a sound. He rolls out from under the car he was working on, squinting at the sudden onslaught of sun in his eyes.

"What was that, darl'?"

"Do you have a spare tarp?"

"Tarp?" he asks, wiping his hands off on a rag but not yet standing up. "Probably, what for? Has Vince sent you fetchin'-carryin'?"

"No, not Vince. I've not seen him this morning. No, it's for me --" you cut yourself off, narrowing your eyes at Bo. "You gotta promise not to laugh."

He chuckles in response, "Now darl', you know I can't promise nothin' like that."

You sneer back. "Fine. I was thinking about years ago, I went to this water park. Call it nostalgia, but I was gonna put a tarp down on the scrub, get a hose running on it."

Bo raises an eyebrow, finally standing up and walking across the forecourt, towards the garage. "Water park, huh? And where we getting all this water from?"

"Aw, c'mon Bo, please! It's boiling hot, and Jonesy will love it." Jonesy is a sure-fire way to get any of the brothers to agree to most anything.

"Darlin', we --," Bo starts, but when he turns back to check you're following him into the garage, he see's that puppy dog look in your eyes. "Darlin'," it's half scolding and half pleading with you to stop looking at him like that.

"Please?"

Bo shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath. "Fine."

***

He helps you carry two tolls of tarp up behind the house, helps roll them flat on the scrub and pin them down with tent pegs. He helps you fit the hose to the outside tap and dowse the plastic with water. Pokes holes in a spare length of hose and rigs it to keep a constant flow down the incline.

Bo watches, with a faint sense of amusement, as you take off running towards the makeshift slide and leap forward. You squeal in delight as you whizz off down the slope, water spraying and you skid to a stop at the bottom.

"C'mon," you call, hurrying back up to the top, the dry grass poking at the soles of your feet. "You gotta have a turn."

"Why?" Bo asks, though he starts to toe his worn shoes from his feet. "When I have such a nice view from right here?"

Readying yourself to go again, you cast a coy look over your bare shoulder.

Bo raises an eyebrow, and with that, you're off again.

It takes a while for Bo to loosen up, but slowly, slowly, his clothes come off. First his shoes, then his socks, then his shirt. He takes a break to lie back in the grass and watch you for a while, before his work pants come off and he is left in his boxers.

You think this might be the extent of his involvement, as he flexes and suns himself on the towel you'd long since discarded.

But then Vincent arrives, drawn up from the basement by your squeals. Jonesy is hot on his heels, hoping around excitedly.

As he rounds the side of the house, you're at the other side of the scrubland, having landed just at the edge of the tree line.

Jonesy makes a beeline for you, stopping only to snap at the water coming from the hose before sliding of down the tarp. With open arms, you catch her at the bottom. She yaps happily, running circles around you once you're both back on your feet.

Vincent wanders closer, watching the scene, before coming to a stop next to Bo.

Bo squints up at his twin, leaning back up on his elbows. Even Vincent can't stay strong through this heat, it seems. He's wearing a slightly ratty t-shirt and his work trousers, though he still has his hoodie with him, tied firmly around his waist.

"I thought you were working?" he asks, crouching down to Bo's eye level.

Bo chuckles, "I was, but how do you expect me to say no to my baby..." he starts off sweetly. The two of them watch you walking towards them, readjusting your bikini top. "Especially when she's dressed like that."

Vincent swats at Bo's shoulder half-playfully. There's a red hue spreading over his skin and the slap stings. "Keep it in your pants, would you?"

"What're you boys talkin' about?" you smile, laying down besides Bo. Jonesy circles the three of you before sidling up to Vincent, nosing his leg with her wet muzzle

"Nothing," the twins insist, though Bo's smirk gives you a pretty good idea.

"Right," you roll your eyes. Then, you poke Bo's arm softly, watch the redness turn white and then back again. "Anyway, s'your go."

Bo raises an eyebrow, "Oh, is it now?"

"I'd've thought you'd wanna show us how it's done, right?" You were baiting him. He knew you were baiting him. But, he supposed he could bite. For you.

He pretends to make a fuss of it, sighing as he stands up. He looks back over his shoulder as he crosses the grass to where the hose is still dousing the tarp.

Vincent twists on the balls of his feet and sits down with a thump, his forearms resting on his knees.

Bo looks back, one more time, winks at you and then leaps. He almost has a divers physique, agile and streamline as he slides down the tarp.

You let out a whoop from the side-lines, clapping as Bo reaches the bottom and, in a feat beyond your comprehension, manages to roll up into a standing position at the end of the tarp slide. He pushes his soaked hair back, the curls sticking flat to his temples.

Bo looks awfully pleased with himself as he jogs back to you and Vincent, "How was that?"

***

You while away the afternoon in this way, taking turns on the tarp slide and watching fondly as Jonesy makes the most of all of the excitement. She takes a few turns on the tarp, but is happy enough to play with the hose or to snooze, laying up against Vincent's leg.

Vincent himself declines all offers to have a go on the slide, content to watch Bo make a fool of himself every time he doesn't make a landing and ends up skidding off towards the trees.

At some point, when the heat is just starting to dissipate, Vincent leaves to make a start on dinner, taking Jonesy with him.

That leaves you and Bo, spread languidly on the scrubby grass.

"Thanks for helping set all this up today, it's been a real nice day," you say, rolling onto your stomach so you can watch Bo as he sunbathes.

Bo's eyes are closed, but he still replies, "That's alright darl', what kinda man would I be if I didn't keep you happy?" He lifts a hand, maybe to hold yours, maybe just to gesture.

You chose to lean into him, so his hand cups your cheek. "Bo Sinclair, you are a very good man."

He laughs, is low and dark, darker than you think he meant to. His eyes snap open, watching your expression. You don't move away from his hand.

"Am I?"

"Sometimes," you shrug. You tilt your head, pressing a kiss to his palm. "And sometimes," you push yourself up, throwing your leg over his hips to straddle him. His hands find their place on your sides, thumbs rubbing the exposed skin. "Sometimes you are a very bad man indeed."

[totiredtowrite]

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Meant To Be (Part Two) || Nick Goode

- Part One

Request- Can you write an imagine of Nick Goode from 1978 where y/n is a redhead and is the sister of Ziggy and Cindy. Her and Nick were dating before y/n left camp and Nick dumped her. After a year she comes back with her sisters and they meet again and y/n tries to talk to him but he doesn't want to. And there is a fight like Deena and Sam at the beginning of the movie because Nick was also mad at her because she was kissing a boy and he squeezed her ass and he knows she didn't feel comfortable with it just like Sam and Deena’s fight. And after the fight he ignores her, still loving her, and always thinking about her after years. And then after years they reconcile and stay together for years, until death do them part. (there is no curse in the imagine)

“No, no, no.” You groaned, looking in your rearview mirror as a pair of red and blue lights flashed behind you.

You pulled over and sighed, running a hand through your hair while mumbling out a few curses. Cindy was going to kill you.

You reluctantly rolled your window down as the officer approached your car and bent down, “Ma’am did you know- Y/N?”

Of course it would be Nick Goode, of all people, to have pulled you over.

It had been 7 years since that night at camp where the two of you had fought. After that you avoided him at all cost and only spoke to him when necessary.

As the years went by and you’d grown and matured your negative feelings toward Nick had disappeared. You no longer held any hatred for the man. He was simply an old fling to you now, a silly teenage relationship that didn’t work out.

That still didn’t make him pulling you over any less embarrassing.

“Um, hey Nick. Look I’m sorry if I was speeding, I didn’t even realize. I’m late for my nephews birthday party and if I’m any later my sister is going to literally kill me.” You ramble, reaching into your wallet for your license to give to him.

“You weren’t speeding Y/N. I pulled you over to ask if you knew you had a taillight out.” He reassures you awkwardly.

“Really? The left one? Damn I just replaced that one a few weeks ago.” You mutter, “I guess you have to give me a ticket now, huh? Alright, get it over with.”

“Well technically I don’t have to give you a ticket. I’ll settle for your number instead?” He answers smoothly causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Oh..uh-“

Nick cuts off your stuttering, “Look Y/N. I’m going to go out on a limb here and tell you the truth. These past few years I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About what it would be like if we’d stayed together. You were one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I was a dumbass and went and fucked it up and I’ve never been able to forgive myself for hurting you. Even if you don’t feel the same way please just give me the chance to properly apologize. The way we left things just doesn’t sit right with me.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You’d be lying if you hadn’t also caught yourself often thinking about what would’ve happened if you and Nick were together still. Would you be married and have kids of your own? Would you have that dog the two of you always talked about?

Yes the two of you had left off on bad terms but that was years ago. You were both older now, more mature. Maybe if you gave Nick another chance things would go different this time. Or maybe you’d get the chance to put the past behind you and be at least friends.

Finally you reached over into the passenger seat into your purse for the pen and notepad you kept inside.

You scribbled your phone number down and ripped the piece of paper off before handing it to Nick, “Call me tonight and we can talk.”

He nodded and smiled before thanking you and sending you on your way. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

And you didn’t.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your family and friends cheered and clapped their hands as Nick gently placed his hands on either side of your face and brought you in for a kiss.

“Ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Goode!”

You’d dreamed about this day that summer at camp when the two of you were together. After your breakup you’d thought bitterly about how this day would never happen. And now the day had arrived after all and it was even more perfect then your sixteen-year-old self could’ve ever imagined.

You were finally married to the love of your life. You were Nick Goode’s wife. All because of an out taillight two years ago.

5 Years Later

“Lunch is done!” You called out to your husband and children from the your back porch.

“Mommy come see our leaf pile!” Your daughter yells excitedly. You make your way down the steps and across the yard to where your husband, daughter, and twin sons are standing around a large pile of leaves.

“Wow that is a big leaf pile,” You tell her enthusiastically.

“Daddy was throwing us in it,” She beams happily.

“Guys I think Mommy wants to play in our leaf pile too, what do you think?” Nick asks mischievously.

“Yeah!” All three of your children reply excitedly.

“Let’s all tackle Mommy on the count of three,” Your husband tells them.

“You better not,” You fake warn them.

“1…2….3! Get her!” The four of them come running at you and tackle you down into the pile of leaves.

The five of you all fall into the leaf pile giggling and laughing.

“You little devils! I’ll get you for this!” You yell playfully, grabbing one of your sons and tickling him while he shrieks and tries to wiggle away.

Finally the little one escapes and the three kids jump up and run into the house to escape your playful vengeance.

You turn to your husband and grin, putting a hand on his chest, “We’d better go before those little monsters destroy the kitchen.”

You go to get up but Nick pulls you back down and you let out a surprised gasp as you fall back into his chest.

“Let’s just stay here for a minute,” He mumbles, before pulling your lips into his.

You gladly kiss him back, putting your hand on his chest as he has his on your face.

“EWW!” You hear a chorus of little voices, breaking your kiss as you turn and see all three of your kids on the porch staring at the two of you.

“Alright now you’re gonna get it,” Your husband jumps up and runs after the kids, who run into the house yelling and giggling as their father chases them.

You laugh to yourself and stand up, walking towards the house while yelling out, “Let’s go Maisie!”

The german shepherd stops sniffing the bush she was inspecting and chases after you into the house.

You’d finally gotten your happy ever after with Nick and you couldn’t be happier. The two of you truly were meant to be.