#boston lobster x reader

[cevansbrat0007]

Cool for the Summer

Summary: What you have with Andy is so much more than just a run-of-the-mill summer fling. And you won't let it be damaged by little things like flies, or a casual dash of outdated ignorance. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Light Sexual Themes, Fluff, Cuteness, Light Angst, Protective Andy, Discussions of Race, Racial Ignorance, Racism, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This one might be a little tough for some, so please heed the warnings. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated. All mistakes are my own.

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“Here we go!” You chirp as you weave your way through several already occupied park tables. “There’s the perfect spot just down there, honey. You see it?”

“Uh, yep. Lead the way, baby girl.” Comes the soft rumble of your man’s voice from behind.

“You sure you don’t need help?” The man had insisted on carrying everything himself. “At least let me hold the drinks or something.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Stubborn man. Of course he wouldn’t. You go to adjust the strap of your white, floral sundress as you make your way over to the table.

“Does my bow still look okay?” You ask, trying to feel whether or not the damn thing was still hanging evenly. You’d already asked him to readjust it twice for you. Not that he had minded, since Andrew Barber was committed to using every excuse in the book to get and keep his hands on you.

“Mmhm.” He replies without missing a beat.

“I can feel you looking at my butt, Big Man.”

“Yep.” He grunts, barely avoiding an accidental collision with another random park goer as he gets lost in the mesmerizing sway of your ass.

“You’re hopeless.” You grumble, not bothering to hide your smile even as you feel your cheeks heat.

“Only when it comes to you.”  

Likewise, handsome.

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Only when you reach the spot you picked out does Andy finally allow you to help him. Together, you work to get everything settled before taking your seats. He then begins pulling items out of the big, white paper bag.

You stare down at your food as you unwrap it, suspicion clearly written all over your face. After all, just because it looked yummy didn’t mean the damn thing would actually taste good. 

“I can’t believe you’ve lived in Boston all this time without ever actually trying a lobster roll.” Your boyfriend remarks as he removes the wrapper from his lunch, which just so happens to be the same as your own.

“Hush.” You mumble, shooting him a playful glare. Holding the roll up to the light you take a moment to examine the famed New England cuisine. “I already told you. I’ve just got this thing about…mayo.”  

“But you like eggs, don’t you?” Andy leans back, casually lacing his fingers through yours. 

“Of course I do! Or did you forget that I made us eggs Benedict this morning?” You hear him chuckle when you pick up a chunk of lobster with your free hand. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re trying your damnedest not to bring it to your nose and sniff it.

Because that would be rude. Especially since you weren’t alone. Or at home. 

“Oh, I remember, baby girl. I remember you complaining about having to reheat everything after you jumped me in the kitchen.” He shrugs, his beautiful blue eyes dancing with mischief. 

“You are such a freaking liar!” You exclaim, momentarily forgetting to keep your voice down. “You were the one who attacked me while I was trying to whisk together the hollandaise and –”

“I mean, that’s not how I remember it. But in my defense, little love, have you ever seen the way your hips move when you whisk?” He presses a kiss to your joined hands. “Especially when you’re wearing just my shirt and nothing else? Shit should be illegal.” Another kiss, this time with an added nip of teeth.

“Whatever. I told you it wouldn’t reheat well.” You point an accusing finger at him. “You didn’t believe me. And to top it off, now you’ve got me trying this…thing. ” You screw your face up at him, trying to ignore the fact that he finds you amusing.

“Aw, Y/N.” Andy coos. “You’re so cute when you crinkle your little nose like that. Look, if you don’t like the roll, I’ll go back and get you something else. I promise.” And you know he means it. Your man wouldn’t bat an eyelash if you asked him to throw everything away and take you to your favorite Asian bistro right this second. 

Not that you’d ever ask him to do that. It was just nice knowing that you were dating the type of man who wanted you to be comfortable at all times. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You tell him, shrugging dismissively. “I’m sure it’s fine. And if it’s not, I’ll just eat my fries.” 

“Shh, Y/N.” Andy murmurs, his thumb tenderly stroking your knuckles. “Just try it. If you don’t like it, I will go back over to that little seafood shack and get you something else.” His gentle tone brooks no room for argument. “Okay, sweetheart?”

So bossy.

“Okay.” You breathe as a warm breeze ruffles through your curls. Summer would be over soon, which is part of the reason you’d chosen to have your date at this particular park. You wanted to enjoy this beautiful weather while you still had the chance.

“Take a bite for me, baby girl. I'm curious to see what you think.” He encourages, letting go of your hand. It then occurs to you that you were probably going to need them both if you really did plan to eat this thing. 

“It’s just so…big.” You muse as you hold it up, poised to take a bite. “All this meat. I’m not sure if it’s all gonna fit in my mouth.”

“Could’ve sworn you said the same thing about me the first time you – ow!” He hisses before reaching down to grasp at his shin. “Shit!”

“Keep it up and I’ll kick you again, sir.” You tell him as you hold up your small foot, loving the way the sparkly polish catches the sunlight. “Please don’t make me mess up my pedicure. It was expensive.” 

And that wasn’t a lie. You’d decided to treat yourself this month, which meant this shit had to last!

“Keep forgetting just how violent my pretty lady can be sometimes.” Andy mutters, absentmindedly rubbing his abused leg. “Kind of turns me on.” And then he delicately grabs hold of your ankle and safely lowers it back to the ground.  “Should I be concerned about that?” He nibbles on a french fry, dunking it in ketchup.

“Probably.” 

And then you do it. Closing your eyes, you lean down and take a massive bite of your lobster roll. 

Go big or go home.

“Oh. My. God.” You moan before diving in once more, making your man chuckle. 

“Is it good, baby?” You look up at him, noticing the way his engaging blue eyes seem to sparkle back at you. “Eh, you got a little somethin’��” 

Ever the doting lover, he picks up a napkin so that he can sweetly wipe away a small smear of sauce left behind on your cheek. 

“There we go, sweet girl. Much better.” 

He has no idea just how much the gesture makes you melt inside. You honestly weren’t sure what you did to deserve this man.

“Thank you.” You whisper, suddenly feeling shy. “It’s - this is really good, Big Man. I was a little worried but…this shit is delicious.” You keep eating, scooping bits and pieces of sweet lobster meat with your fingers when they occasionally fall out of the buttered roll and onto the wrapper below.

“Aren’t you gonna eat too?” You ask, licking at your thumb. 

Jesus, this stuff was good, but it was also super messy.

“I will.” Andrew is quiet for a moment as a french fry dangles loosely from his fingers. “You have no idea just how beautiful you are, do you?” 

Now that takes you by surprise. Not because you were unaccustomed to hearing him say it, in fact it was just the opposite. Your boyfriend was always dropping sweet compliments like that. But what always seemed to strike you the most time and time again was the fact that he…

He actually meant it. Like, it wasn’t just some line he was committed to using to keep you in his bed.

There’s a soft, warm grin on his lips as he cocks his head to the side – his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Andy…” You break away from his gaze to stare down at your meal. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“I’m being serious.” He continues, popping a perfectly fried piece of potato in his mouth. And then he picks up another.

“I know.” You tell him, taking a cooling sip of your drink. “It’s – you’re nice.”

“I’m going to keep saying it.” Your man tells you, using two thick fingers to lift your chin. “Until you start to believe me.” 

“I do.” You murmur, suddenly feeling like you and Andy are the only two people in the entire park. One of your small hands reaches up to wrap itself around his wrist, your thumb resting over his pulse point. 

“Good. Doesn’t mean I plan on stopping any time soon though.” He winks at you then, before finally taking a bite of his food. “Damn if this isn’t delicious.” He takes one more before getting up to excuse himself to the restroom. 

“Be back in a minute, baby girl. If you finish yours while I’m gone then please feel free to help yourself to mine too. Just don’t go wandering off on me, okay?” You can tell that he’s joking. 

Mostly. 

You could tell that he was still dealing with a little PTSD from that time you ditched him when you'd been out on your first date. While it had certainly been a few months since then, your poor Andy Bear still hadn’t fully recovered.

“You got it, handsome. Promise I won’t move from this spot.”

“Thank you.” He breathes a sigh of relief before striding off in the other direction. 

As you sit there alone, you take a moment to dig into your french fries, alternating between dipping them in ketchup and tarter sauce. Maybe you could convince Andy to share a basket of fried clams with you as well. Ooh! And the crab cakes. 

Not that he would ever let you pay for any of it. The last time you’d tried he’d actually snatched your card and kept it in his wallet for the rest of the night. You knew would get your way eventually, but until then, you would have to keep patiently biding your time. 

“Excuse me. Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of someone’s voice breaks you out of your precious reverie. Turning your head, you spy an elderly woman and someone you assume to be her husband waving at you from a neighboring table. 

“Are you talking to me?” You point at yourself. “Oh, um..hi!”

“Hello, honey.” She smiles, waving politely. “Sorry to bother you.”

“No, you’re not, Eva.” Her companion grunts, keeping his attention focused on the crossword he’s apparently working on. 

“Quiet, Alan. Was that –” She struggles to shift her chair a little closer to your own. “Was that young man your boyfriend? I’m talking about the tall, handsome one who just walked that way.”

“Sure is.” You tell her, feeling unable to control the smile dancing across your face. Not that you would want to anyhow. “He is pretty cute, huh?”

“Oh, he is.” The two of you share a conspiratorial giggle. “How long have you two been together?”

“A few months.”

“So it’s new, then?”

“Very.” You nod, swirling your drink around before taking a gulp.

“Oh, Alan. Alan – it’s new. Aren’t they just so cute?” She snaps her fingers at him a couple of times, trying to get his attention. “Alan!”

“No.” He grunts again, which kind of takes you by surprise. 

“Alan!” His wife gasps, looking almost offended as you feel. “Be nice to the poor girl.”

This man, or Alan as it were, finally turns to you then. His cool, gray eyes boring into your own.  

“Look, sweetheart.” Alan lets out a resigned sigh as he neatly folds up his paper crossword and tucks away his pen. “You’re a very pretty girl. You don’t need someone like me to tell you that. And that guy, your boyfriend? He’s a very good looking guy. You don’t need me to tell you that either.” He pauses for a moment as he coughs into his handkerchief. 

Your chest constricts slightly as what feels like a lead weight slowly sinks to the pit of your stomach. 

“And what you two have may be cool for the summer, or whatever it is you young people say these days, but that’ll be it.”

“And why would that be exactly?” The thing is, you had sneaking suspicion that you already knew where this was heading. But you weren’t quite sure.  

“You’re too different. I haven’t even known you for five minutes, but it’s blatantly obvious that you come from different worlds. And despite what the movies and the media tell you, it never works. Because it’s not meant to.”

Alright. Got it. Coded message received.

“It’s just not natural, the two of you mixing like this. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be. Trust me.” He shakes his finger at you, almost as if he’s playing the part of a dutiful father warning an errant child.

“Well, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to respectfully disagree with you, Alan.” As flustered as you were inside, and despite the anger coursing through you, you refused to let him see just how affected you were. “It was nice chatting with you, Eva. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going back to my lunch.”

“Oh!” Eva worried eyes flit between you and her husband. “Now see what you’ve gone and done, Alan? You’ve just upset that nice girl.”  

She was right. But you were more than upset. Underneath it all, you were hurt. 

“Eh, she’s young, she’s smart. She’ll be fine.” He waves away his fussing wife’s words as he stands up, obviously preparing to leave.

And of course, as luck would have it, Andy also picks that exact moment to rejoin you at your little table. 

“Hey, sweet girl. Over here making new friends, I see.” He goes to sit down and then pauses, extending his hand to the older man. “The name’s Andrew.”

“And we were just leaving.” Alan informs him, pointedly ignoring your boyfriend’s polite greeting. “C’mon, Eva.”

You shake your head, desperately hating the fact you were allowing one person’s misguided outlook to ruin such a wonderful day out with an equally wonderful man. But sometimes that was all it took, you know?

“Huh?” Andy pulls back, turning his attention toward you. “Did I miss something or..?” He trails off once he finally gets a good look at your crestfallen face.  

“Baby, what’s wrong?” And with that shift, you know he’s forgotten all about the man standing not even five feet away. 

His focus now is you. You are all that he sees as he moves to crouch down beside you.

“Alan, apolgize!” Eva implores him. At least she actually had the decency to look somewhat distraught about the whole situation. “Please. What you’re doing is – it isn’t very kind. This is a new generation. Maybe things might be different –”

But her husband simply isn’t in the mood to hear it. From her, you'd wager, or anyone else for that matter. 

“Son.” He turns to address the concerned man at your side. “I didn’t mean to upset your pretty friend here, not really. You’re a couple of good looking kids. Didn’t I say that to you before, sweetheart?”

Alan waits briefly pauses long enough for you to respond, but you don’t. Instead you choose to cup Andy’s cheek, trying to concentrate on the soft fullness of his neatly cropped beard.  

“You two are having a summer fling. I get it. I don’t support it, but –”

“Why the hell would either one of us give a fuck about what you do or do not support?” Andy snarls, his hackles raised. 

“I’m just trying to warn you because I’ve been where you are.” Surprised by the younger man’s harsh tone, he returns his attention to you. “Look, your Andrew here is lost in the newness of all of this. You’re beautiful, you’re exotic. He’s enjoying a small taste of the forbidden – I know you know what I’m saying.” Alan uses his folded puzzle to fan himself. “Everyone is always so quick to call things racist these days, but what the hell happened to being honest?”

“Hey, my guy. Unless you missed it, I’m a grown ass man who’s quite capable of making his own fucking decisions.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw as he cracks his neck. “And I’ve decided that I want to spend my day, my time – hell, pretty much my every fucking waking hour if she’ll have me – with this gorgeous woman right here.”

Andy closes the distance between them then, their faces so close that their noses are practically touching. ”So, I’m gonna do you a kindness by letting you know up front that I am definitely the kinda guy who won’t hesitate to hit an old man, especially if you say one more disrespectful thing about my girl.” 

There’s no hiding the fact that he’s seething, but you can also see that what he’s experiencing runs deeper. You suspect that he’s feeling helpless in a way that he never has before. 

“Ask your people, young lady. And I bet they’ll tell you the same -that’s assuming your folks haven’t done so already.” He goes to reach for his wife’s hand. But she’s clearly had enough of the spectacle, so she simply turns and walks away. “I guess that’s one thing the races have in common, wanting to spare our kids any unnecessary pain.” 

“But the thing is, Alan, nobody asked for your fucking opinion in the first place.” You hiss, finding your voice again. “About me or my man.” Your hands are shaking, so you keep them hidden under the table. “So I’m not quite sure why you chose to give it.”  

“I was just –”

“Go chase after your wife, buddy, before I fuck around and lose my shit.” Old man or not, you can tell that Andy is struggling to rein in his temper. 

Finally, Alan does the smartest thing he’s probably done all day. He turns and follows the same path his wife took, calling her name as he does. She doesn’t appear to acknowledge him, not that you felt overly compelled to care anyway. 

Now, you were left to pick of the pieces what remained of your date. But at this point, you weren’t even sure if it was salvageable. Maybe you would just ask him to drop you back home. After you made sure he was okay, of course. He would probably need you to reassure him that everything was okay, and that incidents like this would be few and far between, and –

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Andy asks, his heated blue eyes never leaving the older man’s slowly disappearing form. “He say anything else while I was gone?”

But then again, Andrew Barber also wasn’t like most other guys...

“Y/N...what else did he say when I was gone?” His voice hard as he repeats his question.

“Just…more of the same.” You shrug, picking at the remaining half your lobster roll. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.” He responds, his deep voice coming out a little more hoarse than it had only moments before. “I would hope you'd know that by now.”

“I do.” You tell him, wishing you could make yourself get up and go to him. Because you knew you were right. Comfort was the way to go here. Except you were finding it hard to do what you thought might make someone else feel better when you, yourself, were also having a rough time.

“Then why are sitting over there like you don’t?” 

“Why are you standing over there like you don’t need me to hug you?” You counter, standing on unsteady feet. “My jelly legs don’t work so good right now.” 

“I can come to you.” 

“Then come here.” You open your arms to him. Seconds later they’re wrapped securely around his middle, and his are around you too.

“What you and I have – this thing we’re building here – is so much more than some goddamned summer fling, baby girl. You gotta know that.”

“I do.” Because you did. Sometimes things really were that simple. 

“Say something else. Something more.” His voice wavers just a touch, almost as if he’s close to begging.

A small sigh escapes as you try to form the right words. And then decide to go with honesty, the usual best policy.

“I don’t just know it, Andy. It - it’s more than that. I feel it. Right fucking here, honey.” Taking his hand, you place it over his heart. “Right here.” You rasp. “Where it counts.”

“Okay.” Your man clings to you even tighter. “Okay, good.” 

You two stand like that for a moment, both of you holding on to the comfort you were each attempting to give the other.

“I love you.” Andy whispers into your curls as his hand smooths its way up and down your back. “So much. And I hope you know that man is an idiot who–”

“Shh.” You interrupt, pressing a finger to his soft lips. “I love you too. And also, there’s a fly enjoying your lobster roll.”

“What?” He chokes on a surprised laugh. 

“Yep and – ope! Now there’s two.” You confirm, spinning him around so that he can see for himself. “Guess this date’s ruined, huh?” 

You bite your lip before brushing your fingers over his furrowed brow, smoothing out the small wrinkles. 

“Ruined. Right.” Your man sniffs. “On account of the flies. And not the casual cup of racist bullshit we just had tossed in our laps like it was nothing.” 

“Nope." You shrug. “It was definitely the flies, because ignorant assholes like that don’t get to fuck up our days.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmhm. Although, I have to tell you, I’m still a little hungry.” You shoo the flies away before picking up your unwanted food and tossing it in the trash. Have at it bugs. And then go to link an arm through his, gently leading him out of the park. 

“You are?” 

You weren’t, at least not really. But you didn’t want things to end this way. Neither one of you deserved that.

“Uh huh. Know any place where we could get a nice, juicy cheeseburger and maybe a couple slices of pie?” You bat your lashes up at him, wanting him to go along with it.

“I do. As long as we can get it to-go that I can hold you while we eat.” You allow Andy to adjust your positions so that you can snuggle deeper into his side.

While you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t be today, you knew you both would eventually be okay. And you could always try lobster rolls again some other time. Either at this park, or at a different one. The place didn't matter.

But your company...now that did.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, honey.”

END

[ff-imagines]

,,,,, hey I'm so sorry if I'm bothering u but how about Lobster with innocent MA. 👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻

Plssss. He’s having the worst day of his life.

Also in my mind innocent MA means they’re hopelessly clueless ab romance but still affectionate bc hey, they’re just a cutie like that.

• mister Dommy McDommerson who lives on Dommerson lane is NOT having a good time for one simple reason

• most people recognize that he is not to be fucked with, and he is not someone who lets people order him around.

• enter: some random human without a thought in their head coming to pamper him bc they just find him so cute

• ????????? Bruh he’s killed ppl????? Who cares new skrunky just dropped

• now, this is the worst possible time line- however, flirting with you is equally funny and frustrating

• funny for other people that is. Spicy gluten is mostly who “other people” refers to.

Boston curls his lip into a smirk as he corners you into the restaurant, letting your eyes flicker to the inhumanly sharp canines he swipes his tongue over before he lets a huff of amusement leave his chest.

“Do you smell that?” He raises an arm to the side of your head and leans down to reach your height, chuckling again before continuing, “this intoxicating fragrance is my secret weapon of seduction.” He lets his voice lower and he knows you can feel the way the air buzzes between the two of you. He’s never met a human he couldn’t sway to give him his way, he wasn’t intending to let that streak end now. As his eyes met yours, looking between your widened eyes and parted lips, he knew he’d fina-

“I dont smell anything but my damn bread burning. Now move, you overgrown sea spider!”

Slipping under his arm, you raced across the restaurant to reach the kitchen before the now sleeping pancake could leave the abandoned loaf to start a fire… again. Boston, still in his original position, recovered slowly with widened eyes- eyes that snapped to find the source of the muffled laughter to his side. There he finds Spicy Gluten, hand covering her mouth as she desperately tries to conceal her laughter. Boston straightens up to his full height, turns from her and opens his mouth to bark an insult at her, but in his embarrassment he can only give a weak “you saw absolutely nothing, Gluten.”

He leaves the room just as Spicy Gluten breaks into a fit of laughter.

• if anyone adores you for having this clueless quality, its Spicy Gluten and Green Curry. As much as they adore and admire Boston, its a rare treat that anyone leaves him completely speechless.

[daydreaming-away-reality]

Festivities

Boston Lobster x Reader | ☁️ | 1k

Walking down the street, the brightly dressed food soul ignored the sight of the cowering townsfolk everywhere he went. Tugging at his already opened collar that revealed his collarbones and upper chest, he let out a quiet grumble about the heat he was experiencing. Flames flickered behind him, right next to his large pincers. The cool spring air was hardly enough to bring his temperature down.

Keeping an eye on the particular girl he was following, he made sure she was still within a safe distance from him. The last thing he wanted was to lose her in the crowds.

Or lose her at all.

Having experienced that once was more than enough for the fiery food soul.

There was a lot of things he didn’t like but only a few things he feared - losing his current travel companion being one.

Making eye contact with one of the villagers, he noticed the fear in their eyes as they hurriedly turned away.

‘Foolish humans,’ he thought, a scowl appeared on his face. ‘Scared of everything.’

“Boston Lobster!”

The sound of his name caught his attention as he turned back to the girl he was with. Bright (E/C) eyes and a warm smile greeted him as she waved for him to join her. Her (H/C0 hair was being gently blown by the breeze. Some soft pink petals had fallen from the trees and landed on her had without her noticing.

She looked absolutely beautiful in his eyes.

(Y/N) (L/N) - a young chef aspiring to travel the world while experiencing the culinary arts.

His master attendant.

Boston Lobster walked over, villagers all darting out of his path immediately as if they would somehow get burned by being close to this red attired visitor. Paying them no mind, he moved to stand next to her. The merchant who had just been assisting her seemed to have frozen with his presence. (Y/N) didn’t notice this though, her attention on the item in her hands.

“Look how pretty this carving is!” she exclaimed, holding up a wooden handcrafted art piece. The carving had been made to look like one of the many flowers that were in bloom there in Flowerwood Village. “Do you think it’ll look good in the restaurant?”

She watched as Boston Lobster eyed the wooden item with a frown on his face, the look of indifference clear.

"You know I don't care about things like that," he pointed out bluntly. His eyes shifted over to meet hers. "You have a better taste in things like this than I do, (Y/N)."

His gentle words brought a smile to her face as she looked at the object in her hands considerately.

"If you want, take it, for free," the merchant spoke up after seeing how the girl admired his work. "Think of it like a souvenir, since you are visiting Flowerwood Village for Flower Day."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"Thank you so much!"

As the merchant bagged the wooden sculpture up, (Y/N) turned to Boston Lobster.

"Is there anything you want to see or do, Boston?" she asked. "I know this trip was a bit spontaneous, but I'm glad you're here with me and I want to make sure you're enjoying your time too."

It had only been a week since the decision to visit Flowerwood Village had been made. Having heard about the Flower Day festivities from a customer, the young master attendant had made her mind up - she wanted to go. And wherever (Y/N) went, so did Boston Lobster.

Since being summoned by her, Boston Lobster was almost always close by her side. Especially since he was her only food soul. As much as he didn't like humans, there was something about (Y/N) that made her an exception. While she was capable, she also gave off vibes of someone that needed protecting - at least in Boston Lobster's eyes. Not once did she ever show any signs of fear around him, rather, it was quite the opposite. Although the summoning contract stated that he was her food soul and she was his master attendant, she never pushed her authority onto him. Boston Lobster was welcomed to experience freedom if he chose it since the beginning of their contract. She made this very clear to him straight away. She cared the fiery red food soul dearly, and over time, when he finally accepted her kindness, he returned the gesture in his own way.

When they arrived in Flowerwood Village, they managed to find a nice older couple that had a spare room for them to stay in. Although sharing a room could elicit certain thoughts, (Y/N) and Boston Lobster were accustomed to sharing their space with one another - as there were times where they would end up fast asleep cuddling with each other.

Before Boston Lobster could respond, the merchant handed the bag over to her and she quickly thanked him once more before turning back to the food soul.

Met with his hand ruffling her hair and cheeks a bit red, his response was, "I am. I'll let you know if anything comes to my mind."

Taking his hand with her free one, (Y/N) beamed at the white haired male.

"Let's see what else this village has to offer then," she said.

He wordlessly let her drag him off to anywhere she pleased.

Caught between the different lines of relationships, Boston Lobster stared at the back of her head as he made a choice. With Flower Day marking the beginning of another new year in the Light Kingdom, perhaps it would be a good opportunity to clarify what relationship this was, because the feelings shared were beyond the typical food soul and master attendant contract.

"Attendant," he softly murmured as (Y/N) admired some flowers. Despite his quiet tone, she had heard him and hummed on acknowledgment. "Let's talk about us sometime, okay?"

(Y/N) turned around to look him in the eye, the light tint of pink on her cheeks.

“Sure. But I hope that you know as long as you’re happy with me, it’ll be you and me forever.”

[yandere-daydreams]

OOOOH OPEN REQUESTS! Yandere Boston Lobster Headcanons maybe??

I always did have a special place in my heart for boys with white hair.

~There’s no good way to say this. Falling for you was like falling down a flight of stairs, unexpected and probably accidental. Hell, there wasn’t even a hint of affection before Boston was head-over-heels. And believe me, the change is noticeable.

~You were kind, and that was something Boston could respect. You would check on him frequently, never letting any of your other Souls fight themselves to the point of exhaustion and making sure they were never overworked or unhappy. This definitely made a good impression, but he only really started to… not hate you after seeing you make a personal effort to get to know him. You were this cute, breakable, oblivious little thing who didn’t know what they were getting into, and he loved you for it.

~Surprisingly, he’s more protective than anything. Other Souls and humans won’t be able to get close to you, not without his approval. He might go behind your back to do this, intimidating his team or insisting on ‘standing guard’, but it’s all out of love. If you don’t say anything or ignore these habits of his, things will only get worse. Soon he’ll be your personal guard dog, barely letting you leave his side. If he even lets you walk anywhere, be grateful. Boston isn’t tactful about this, either. Force is the only method of persuasion he knows, so don’t be shocked when he takes a more aggressive approach.

~Not that he would ever hurt you, though. His paranoia over you getting injured is high enough without considering himself a threat to your safety. No, any frustration that you cause him will be taken out on some poor, undeserving person. Your safety is his highest priority, even if he does occasionally graphically threaten you.

~That being said, he can make an exception for two particular situations. The first would be when you inevitably try to distance yourself from him. Boston still doesn’t blame you, not as much as he blames the others in your life. He doesn’t hesitate to take you, stealing you away to a cabin on the most secluded part a mountain. The first week is brutal. You have to be taught that being compliant is easier than being free, and Boston does this by stripping you of every human comfort. Food, privacy, sleep… you’ll be begging for mercy by the end. The second exception would come when you try to run away. He might be lenient the first time, but if you make a habit out of it, then your legs will be broken. Those claws aren’t just for show.

~His arrogant traits shine through, too. Boston gets a kick out of making you uncomfortable, especially if you happen to be more confident. He’s been with you for long enough to know what gets under your skin, so it’s not very difficult. His favorite way to accomplish this would definitely be forcing you to serve him. Having you do wait on him, whether it’s by making you brush his hair or dress him, is the perfect way to humiliate you and get the whole ‘you’re mine’ thing across.

~Boston does honestly value physical affection, despite how it may seem. He spent years in seclusion, so saying he’s touch starved would be an understatement. Most of your downtime will be spent either in his lap or way too close for comfort. It’s sweet, in a clingy sort of way.

~Boston might be harsh in the way he portrays it, but he does just want to protect you. He’s had to sacrifice people he cared about, and he isn’t going to let you get hurt. Not if he can prevent it.

[soul-embers]

a/n:  boston lobster was requested. sorry for the delay in getting this o ut. i’ve been busy with the event trying to get turkey and irl stuff. i hope that this is okay, i had some difficulty trying to write for boston cause ooof. 

1. — summoned 

Boston was not in the least bit happy to have been summoned. It was too hot from the Soul Embers used to summon him and how the warmth had sunk deep into his skin. He was even less happy when he noticed the shocked expression of a human he’d fought before, how the fates liked to pull him around by making this worm become his Master Attendant. 

“You're in the way, get out of here!” 

Too hot from the summoning, from his anger Boston pushed his way past you, ignoring the startled noise you made (and the pull of the Contract to turn around and help you) and sought somewhere to cool down. 

2. — stained(hands)

A weapon is all he was from day one even now he still is a weapon. The blood of Food Souls, Fallen and humans have stained his hands. A wonderful world for Food Souls would be nothing but lies from humans, but from him, with these blood stained hands he could carve out the perfect world for them. 

Yet here he is, playing babysitter to his Master Attendant, a human all the same no matter what anyone says about them. Bound by the terms of the Contract he has no choice, but when you, the annoying human whom he despises calls out his name and pushes him to the side a scream clawing it’s way past your lips, eyes shocked, hands trembling, body shaking while Spectra’s knife is protruding from your abdomen. All Boston feels at that moment is a cold sinking dread and he hates it. 

“Ah, more than enough energy now.” your voice sounds wet (a sick and finalized wet tone that Boston associated with humans dying) while a gentle warmth falls over him as you fall forward. Hands now becoming stained with your blood. His body felt hot again, gritting his teeth he cast the Spectra a single glance before putting the Fallen out of its misery. 

Death isn’t the end for a Food Soul, but for a human, the Master Attendant it is final. 

3. — worried 

Boston stood at the counter, tapping his foot and glancing at the entrance every couple of seconds. Earning a few giggles from a few female humans at the counter and from the Food Souls working alongside Boston. 

“Be calm Boston. The Masters Guild meeting probably went on for much longer than even they expected it to.” Chocolate was bold to speak, that usual smirk rested on his lips while he served a drink to a customer. 

“Cease the tapping of feet Boston. The Master Attendant didn’t go alone, Steak is with them and that meathead won’t let anything happen to them.” Red Wine spoke up while walking back towards the kitchen. 

Vodka chimed in, but only with that amused little laugh of her’s while she poured herself a glass of liquor to drink. Everyone here was telling him not to worry and for some reason it made him feel as relaxed as it made him feel anxious. So Boston just kept looking at the door and cleaning glasses.

The Master didn’t return until well after the restaurant had closed. Looking a little bit beat up, tired and carrying bags in their hands. Steak looked as beat up as Master and carrying bigger bags in his hands. The Master’s face lit up when they noticed him, smiling. 

“I’m back Boston.” 

“Why are you back so late? Didn't I tell you not to run around all over the place?!“ Despite his harsh sounding words, Boston felt at ease to see them. 

Even though he was a bit ruthless in pinching their cheeks, ending up in a fist fight with Steak over it, but the Master Attendant was laughing while trying to break them up, a fist fight over pinched cheeks is so silly. 

4. —  pledged

The sky was the clearest it’s been in a while, Boston had caught the Master Attendant staring at the sky more than once while cleaning up the kitchen after closing the restaurant. After the dishes were done, and the Master Attendant headed to bed, Boston was quick to grab your wrist and drag them towards the back door. 

“How can we waste such a good night? I've found a place that is perfect for watching the stars.” Boston’s voice didn’t betray how fast his heart was beating, how hot his body felt while he pretty much dragged you towards his favorite spot to watch the sky. 

The nightlife around was singing, the grass already becoming moist from the drop in temperature, but that didn’t stop you from you from leaning back to fall onto the wet grass, bringing Boston with you while he yelled, arms resting on either side of your head to avoid crushing you underneath his body weight. You laughed, a smile on your face while you looked at him. 

“The stars are so nice tonight... I do have to say that I’m fond of this star riiiight here.” your hands cupped his face and Boston could only look at you. What silly fools both of you are. 

“Hey, Pledge with me,” Boston couldn’t even recognize his own voice, it sounded too raw, too filled with everything he wants, but shouldn’t have. Yet he just kept talking. “In the future, your only responsibility is to be happy. Do not concern yourself with others.” 

“I do.” 

Your words have Boston just staring at you, marveling at how his thoughts of you changed from his summoning until now. Because if anyone had told him in the past that he would fall in love with a human, the very thing he hates he would have most likely ended them right then and there. 

“You are mine. Promise me that you won't run off, okay Master Attendant?” He felt warm, but for the first time, he didn’t mind it. This sort of warmth feels nice, familiar and it’s always when he’s with you. 

[braised-lamb-blog]

PART 1/2 | Boston Lobster x Master Attendant #1 - Helping MA through a rough-patch

I’m gonna have to break this into two parts because these both got kind of long. But...

I do love me some bad boys, I'll tell you what. But that's another story for another day.

Things were rocky when you first summoned him and you're still not sure if that's come to pass yet. He's the last person you'd want to talk to about this.

You give some of your other food souls a vague idea of what's going on, and they all do their best to remind you that they're there for you, but for some reason, it's not enough to comfort you.

There are a few days where you've closed the restaurant early, even to the dismay of some customers. Why are you doing this? You're never like this.

Boston has been trying to give you your space, but he's fed up with seeing you like this. (Of course, it’s not because he secretly cares about you or anything, baka). So that night he comes to your room and demands to know what's going on. 

He tries to sound calm but he's not. God, you really don't want to talk to him.

When he won't go away you raise your voice and eventually yell out exactly what caused all this.

He's a bit taken aback at your outburst, but believe me, he's been in the same position before. But he thinks he knows what to say:

"Well, are you just going to let that stop you? You can't just stop living your life because of this. We all have to keep moving forward."

Honestly, the tough-love approach is the best-case scenario for what could have happened just then. But if his words didn't hit you like a truck.

Deep down that was the kick you needed to start getting back on track, and it was the first words you've heard since what happened that genuinely made you feel better, but you couldn't help but start tearing up a bit. 

You felt like a helpless kid, and you can't help but give him a hug and a meek "thank you" through your blubbering.

After a few moments, he wraps his arms around you. "It's ok. We're gonna make it through this."

[imaginedreamwrite]

I’m so excited about actor!Ransom x pregnant!reader!!!!

So imagine Ransom has to film something local and he’s going to leave early and as he’s walking out the door the reader holds out a brown paper bag and he’s confused and reader just goes “I made you lunch.”

And he finds it so endearing that he doesn’t have the heart to tell her they provide food and no one has every worried about him having lunch or whatever so every day that he’s filming she makes him lunch and he takes it happily!!!

The news broke that he was filming locally in Boston, the casting call had went out for extras and many of his fans had appeared. But with the news that he was filming locally, had also come the speculation and rumours that instead of staying close to the heart of Boston in a hotel like his publicist had suggested, he would be returning home. And by returning home, he would be returning to you.

Like a little live-in family, one of his fans commented under his Instagram post when he made the announcement and it was speculated that he denied the hotel.

Domesticity at its finest, another commented with a few emojis, the comments he usually ignored seemed bolder now. It was harder to ignore the draw of being local, of being able to stay close to home and returning to his own bed.

God knows how hard Ransom got when he came home after a meeting with the director to see you standing in the kitchen cooking. The blood rush to his cock, the way his entire body became attuned to you being barefoot and pregnant…

He could’ve fucked you on the countertop right next to your dinner.

“Hey! Before you go…” here you were again, skidding toward him while barefoot with a bag in your hands. “I made you something.”

Ransom stared at the bag in your hand, his lips pursed and his eyebrows knitted together. He already had the door open, he was getting ready to leave when you stopped him to hand him a plain paper bag.

“What is it?” He took it when you handed it to him, feeling some weight in its contents.

“In case you get hungry. You get grumpy when you get hungry.” It was a point of fact, it was nothing substantial or really any great act and yet…Ransom felt his blood pumping again.

You cared, you gave a damn.

You cared enough to make him a bagged fucking lunch, and he should’ve told you that the cast and crew was provided food. He should’ve told you that he could have had anything he wanted, anyone he wanted.

He couldn’t crush your spirits. He couldn’t dare tell you that he would already have coffee wishing for him the moment he got on set, that he could order lobster if he wanted and he could have it.

“Thanks.” He mumbles and pulls the door open a few more inches, but still can’t leave. “For this…”

“Its not poison, Ransom. Its food, and its your favourite.” You smile small, tenderly. “Just…I’ll see you later.”

Ransom steps out and closes the door behind him, still staring that bag down in his hand.

[rydeszegras]

get lost in wonderland - m.boldy

hey guys !! this is the first fic of my wonder series, im not sure if its gonna be any good as im still new to this whole writing thing and im not that good at it yet. (feel leave me some tips if you dont mind !!) but i hope you enjoy !

boldy x reader

inspo: intro - shawn mendes

wc: 1,088

warnings: nothing bad, just a whole lotta fluff :))

—

it was a chilly saturday morning in boston and you were cuddled up on your couch drinking your coffee and watching your favorite christmas movie when you recieved a text from your best friend, matt. matt had been your best friend since as long as you can remember, you both grew up together in millis and were inseparable since the day you met. it was tough for you guys to go to separate schools for the first time in your life, but bu and bc were only 10 mins apart so it was easy to make do with.

at around 10:30 you had just gotten out of the shower and were drying your hair when you recieved a text from your best friend

-

matthew boldy:)

10:32am - hey im picking you up at 11:15 be ready

you

10:32am - where are we going?

matthew boldy:)

10:34am - you’ll see, just be ready to go and make sure to dress warm;)

-

okay, you thought, so its gonna be outside, so you prepared yourself to get ready for the day. you slipped on your favorite pair of lulus, some fuzzy socks, and then threw on the bc hoodie that matt had given you the last time you hung out. nobody knew this, at least you thought, but you had been in love with matt for as long as you could remember but knew he could never feel the same way. you werent the skinniest and you werent blonde which you were okay with, but you knew wasnt the type of girl that matt liked.

eventually 11:15 rolled around and matt showed up right on time knocking at your door, you threw on your patagonia parka and slipped on your ccm hat before letting matt in. as you opened the door, you saw matt standing there with the biggest bouquet of yellow roses you had ever seen wearing the biggest smile in the world, one youve never ever seen before

“hey beautiful are you ready to go?” matt says while handing you the bouquet of flowers. you nod your head with a smile as you grabbed the bouquet and placed them in the vase sitting on the counter. it wasnt abnormal for him to call you beautiful, it was something he said to you that you figured meant nothing and you brushed it off as usual. the only difference was the flowers he gave you, matt wasnt really one for sappy stuff, but you assumed he was just being nice as he knew you had a rough week.

matt had told you he had four special spots for you that day and it was a quick 5 minute drive to spot number one, caffè nero, which was your favorite coffee shop. “you can order whatever you want gorgeous, im paying.”

gorgeous? did he just call me gorgeous? you thought to yourself, beautiful was one thing, but gorgeous? you hadnt heard that one before, but you brushed it off as always and headed to the counter to place your order.

“hi can i get a y/f/d and a y/f/f please?” the cashier nods their head and you go to pick a table a few minutes before your order was ready. when they called your name matt quickly beat you up to go get your food.

when matt returned to he table you knew you had to ask him some questions. “so matt what is all this about, this isnt like you.” you said. “well i feel like youve been down lately so i thought you deserved to have a special day with some of your favorite things” matt replied while you responded with a soft smile before sipping your drink.

after you finished your food you headed out to the car and drove another 12 minutes to the boston harborwalk, the harborwalk was your favorite place in the winter, especially when it was snowing. matt knew this and it was his favorite place in the world too because he loved seeing your smile everytime you watched the snow fall, or when you saw the puppies run by, and even when you smiled the 500x matt almost slipped, walking a little bit further you reached stop number 3.

yankee lobster. an unnecessarily expensive amazing food place, and once again matt wouldnt let you pay. you spent at least three hours there discussing everything about your lives and eating your all you can eat lobster plates and it was incredible, you sat against the window and watched the snow fall while you just stared at his gorgeous blue eyes paying little attention to anything he was actually saying.

eventually you both finished your food and were off to the next location. now this location wasn’t necessarily your favorite location in the world, but it was matts and he was destined to make it your favorite place too. matt didnt know how this was gonna go, in all honesty this stop made him more nervous than he had ever been. you were slightly confused as you pulled into the parking lot of the conte forum, but matt didnt let you ask any questions as he grabbed your hand as you approached the entrance of the arena looking back at you and smiling.

you approached an awkward set of stairs that lead you up to the rafters. “this isnt the prettiest place in the world but its definitely my favorite place, being able to look over at the rink and see every little aspect of it is amazing and i needed to share it with my favorite girl in the world” he said, and you smiled in response not knowing where he was going with this. “y/n i know you dont feel the same but i cant keep going without you knowing the truth. ive been in love with you since as long as i can remember and i cant keep holding it in any longer.”

wow. did he just say that. hes really. there is no way

“are you serious?” you asked as matt responded,“more than anything ive ever been serious about before.” you hesitated at first, but knew he was serious and there was nothing standing in your way. “i love you too matthew boldy, more than anything in the world,” and it took absolutely no time for matt to pull you into the most hearfelt kiss you had ever recieved.

“this is my wonderland y/n” matt said pulling back slightly with a smile, “and theres nobody id rather get lost in it with.”

[yandere-deredere]

yandere food fantasy: coffee

a/n: i realised what i love so much abt coffee lmao. it’s his voice and his lines... *dreamy sigh* warning: unhealthy relationship, implied drugging, implied kidnapping word count: pairing: yandere! coffee x gender neutral! summoner! reader summary: Coffee loved you and he would be damned if he lost you like he lost the only other person he loved this much

Coffee liked to think that he was immune to humanity and it’s harsh nature. He didn’t care what others thought and what others’ motivations were. He was his own person and, for better or worse, he would turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to other people.

What was the point in caring about other people anyway when other people only seemed to hate for no reason? Why should he have to do things for them when they clearly only cared about their own selfish motivations?

Coffee had found happiness once upon a time, with a Master Attendant that had such a big heart that it killed him. Or, more accurately, that Master Attendant cared so much about food souls and their rights that other people killed him.

He could still see it, sometimes. The way the fire blazed as his home, the one place he believed he could be happy, burnt down until it was nothing but dust. He could still remember how it felt, how hot it was against his skin despite the fact that he stood a ways away. He could still remember how Milk trembled, desperate and distraught.

Losing people he deemed important to him made him distant and he didn’t think he could ever change, not anymore, not after him. All his charismatic personality could ever be was a mask. 

Then, of course, you came in. You summoned him and he thought you’d just be another Master Attendant, someone who would use him however you wanted. He thought there was no way he could ever love anyone as much as he loved that Master Attendant.

It seemed you lived to prove him wrong.

“Coffee, what’s the matter?” You asked and your head tilted to the side in that cute way you always did whenever you were thinking or asking questions. Your eyes were so wide, so innocent, as they stared into his.

He didn’t understand how you could be so caring. You reminded him of that Master Attendant in that way, in fact. Both you and he cared about Coffee and tried your best not to burden him with favors. When everyone else treated food souls like servants, both of you treated them like close friends, like happy family members. 

A lot about you reminded him of that Master Attendant. 

You had the same motivations; you wanted to see to the acceptance of food souls and to the success of your restaurant. You just wanted every single one of them to be happy, from Coffee to Boston Lobster, from food souls you had a covenant with to food souls you’ve yet summoned.

That was what worried him.

You had a whole bustling restaurant that served dish after delicious dish. They were all different but your restaurant gave them that tasty twist that kept people coming back. However, your restaurant was staffed by food soul after food soul, so many of them wanting to help even just a little bit as if to repay you for the happiness and safety you brought them.

It was scary. If that Master Attendant was killed for having two food souls, what would happen to you? If that Master Attendant was hated for his coffee shop where neither Coffee nor Milk really truly helped, how would people feel about you?

“It’s nothing.” He finally answered your question after such a long pause. 

You opened your mouth to obviously tell him you didn’t quite buy his response but, before you could, he raised his hand to pat you on the head, ruffling your hair like a master would a puppy.

It obviously took you by surprise for one second before you were pushing his hand away, pouting with those irresistible lips of yours, your eyes narrowed at him. He chuckled.

His days seemed to be an endless barrage of moments like this, moments with you that he would cherish forever, moments where he found himself immeasurably happy. You always seemed to be by his side nowadays that he couldn’t even imagine what life would be like without you.

There was no way he could risk it. It was terrifying to even imagine. He would rather the world set ablaze than this restaurant, he would rather everyone else turned to dust before he would let your body burn. The realization settled in his chest like lead.

He loved you, didn’t he? Just like that Master Attendant. Your affection for him, how you cared for him and your determination to see to your dreams; all of it had him falling head over heels in love all over again.

He had thought his heart had burned with that damned coffee shop but, to his surprise, his heart was with you.

He had to protect you. That was it, wasn’t it? He had to protect you, take you far away from this place, isolate you so that nobody could ever hurt you. Nobody could set you on fire if nobody could find you, right?

The cogs in his head kept turning as he stared at you.

You’d never let him. You were so determined to see your dreams come true that you’d never let anyone else manage anything. Everything had to be done by your hand or not at all. So, if he had to take you away, he would have to do it by force.

It would’ve been easy enough. You trusted him so wholeheartedly that, if he told you that you could fly, you’d probably jump off the nearest cliff. It was another one of the things about you that just made him love you more.

He could put you to sleep, carry you away in the middle of the night, make sure nobody could follow the both of you as he took you to safety. 

You’d never forgive him but that was the thing, wasn’t it? It didn’t matter if you loved him as much as he loved you (as impossible as that sounded) or if you thought he was the dirt underneath your shoes. All that mattered was that you were safe.

With that in mind, he smiled at you, the same charming alluring smile that always had you drop your guard. He took your hands into his, fingers intertwining as the warmth of his palm seeped onto yours. “Sweetheart, I made a cup of coffee. Do you want to try it?”

[storybookstalker]

To - Do List

As Of June 28, 2019

If you have a question about an item on this list or just questions about the list in general, please don’t hesitate to ask them!!! I don’t want to cause anyone confusion or any negative emotions!!!!!!

Fics 

Yandere L x reader

(yandere? maybe ? Kinda???) Jonathan Crane x Becky Albright 

CatBat Daughter!Reader x Batman Villains (Yandere virus type thing)

Yandere!Scarecrow x Escaped Vigilante!Reader

Yandere Kingpin x reader

Platonic Yandere!Mr. Freeze x reader

[Debating] Yandere Mad Hatter x cursed!reader

[Debating] Yandere Scarecrow x Psych Professor!reader

Platonic Yandere!Oracle x techieMent.!reader x Yandere Riddler

Yandere!ArkhamCity! X reader - Yandere virus (type thing) {If this one ends up being well-liked, I might make it a running fic like I’ve seen a few other blogs do}

[Debating] Yandere Riddler x hero!reader

[vaguely debating] Yandere Kaname x Amnesiatic! Reader x Yandere! Aido

[vaugely debating] Arkham VR Ridder! X reader

[Debating] Yandere! Riddler x elusive thief! Reader

Small fic / imagines 

Yandere! Jonathan Crane x Escaped!Reader

[Debating] Yandere Arkhamverse! Joker x reader

[Debating] Yandere! Bakugou + Kirishima x reader

[Debating] Yandere! Penguin x Lead. Owl! Reader 

[Debating] Yandere! Jonathan/Scarecrow x Ark. Patient! Reader

[Debating] Yandere {DC Rouge}! X Ark. Guard! Reader

[vaugely debating] Yandere! Darkweb guy x Mirror - Shy! reader

Headcanons

Yandere! Jean Grey SFW + NSFW

[Separate] Yandere! Boston Lobster, Yandere! Brownie, and Yandere! Pudding - Jealousy

[Separate request from the fic mentioned above] Platonic Yandere! Mr. Freeze x reader

Yandere! Punisher (Frank Castle) x reader

Yandere! Riddler x Sly!Reader 

Yandere! OceanMaster x reader 

Yandere! Batman x Reck. Vigilante! Reader

My Opinion(or something-) + Smol/notsosmol imagine

[Debating] Yandere! Kain Akatsuki

Darling/Obsession! Izuku Midoriya 

Darling/Obsession! Hanabusa Aido

Darling/Obsession! Zero (also to the person who requested, use whatever term for the “darling/obsession/victim” you would like, I’ll understand what you mean :3!)

[imagine-food-souls]

Hey-hey 😊 make some Boston Lobster x reader headcanons, please;;

Here you go!

He’s someone who doesn’t fall in love easily, and tends to have physical relationships for entertainment.

He’s acutely aware of the fact that he’ll live much longer than you will. Due to his past, he has an instinctual mistrust of humans and their nature to use Food Souls. It takes him a long time to warm up to humans.

He hates when his body gets too hot, and has a habit of just tearing his clothes off if he overheats. This can be a good or bad thing, depending on what kind of person you are ;)

He can be a little easily irritated. If you breathe too loud or tap too much, he’ll probably tell you off.

Ironically, when he got close to you, one of his favorite hobbies is finding out how to push your buttons.

He’s not that great at expressing his emotions with words. The best he tends to do is just providing a quiet shoulder to lean on, and someone to silently share beautiful scenery with.

You’re going to have pull him away from fighting every little old lady and rowdy teen, bless you.

Your hugs are the first warm thing he finds himself enjoying.

[ff-imagines]

General headcanons: Boston lobster

Ugh... he’s so pretty.... I’m gonna cry....

• Phew ok

• Getting this asshole to like you isn’t actually that complicated

• He’s not really ever gotten praise, care, or positive attention.

• He’s mainly had to be either a tool, or he’s had to be a leader.

• His brothers and sisters see him as invincible, but you know better.

• So you treat him better.

• At first he’s very hostile towards you, your kindness makes him more so because he genuinely believes you’re just trying to get his guard down so you can hurt him.

• Ofc he’s wrong. The fact that you’re persistent about being nice to him proves that much.

• Seeing how you treat others with the same kindness is what really gets his attention though.

• That surprisingly includes how you treat other humans, not just food souls.

• He might not like humans but he knows how you treat others attests greatly to you as a person.

• You prove to be respectful when it’s required, as well as when it’s not.

• He hates that he admires you for that.

• I think that Boston would really start to catch feelings really hard once he’s seen you at your lowest.

• They say you never truly know someone till you’ve seen them at their worst

• It’s also a chance to return the support that you’ve given him

• He doesn’t like humans, but he also doesn’t like feeling indebted

• He’s actually really good at giving advice, he’s seen and experienced just about every kind of pain anyone can endure, chances are that he knows your struggle intimately.

• He speaks softly, and lowers himself, trying to make you feel less intimidated by the big scary lobster man who normally wants to break your kneecaps

• It will most likely be you who makes a move first because falling in love with a human is already hurting his pride, admitting it? Unprompted?? Lmao, no.

• Dates with him are away from people.

• Doesn’t always mean you’re stuck at home, he loves stargazing!

• But…. takeout and Netflix are always very solid plans.

• Look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t enjoy soap operas, I dare you.

• You turn one on and he bickers about it being stupid and then it’s an hour later and hes on the edge of his seat worried about whether Samantha will accept rich guy Rodgers marriage proposal or will she run off with her true love joseph

• He also loves…

• Gardening!

• He’s actually got a surprising amount of skill!

• He’d die before he told anyone but he loves growing flowers the most

• He loves daffodils, red roses, and dahlias!

• Hes drawn to moonflowers as well, theres something ethereal about watching them open in the moonlight.

• Tried to grow a lotus outside once, almost gave up after one of the pads started wilting but then he noticed something

• A little frog chillin out on one of the pads

• He felt he needed to at least try to keep the plant alive because he didn’t want to get rid of this frogs new house so

• He gave it his all and now the frog has a very nice looking home!

• He hasn’t named it yet but he does call him “hoppy” with a level of affection in his voice

• You once caught him talking to the frog after you heard his deep threatening voice say “so, hoppy, how does the water feel today?”

• Made you swear on your fucking life not to tell anyone

• He’d really love to grow something with you, honestly.

• It’s a very peaceful hobby and he feels a great amount of pride in watching the plants flourish.

• Will 100% throw dirt at you while gardening

• Boston is very very pleasant to cuddle with during winter!

• You just… have to catch him first

• He will most likely be basking face first in snow without a shirt bc “He just got too hot”

• Getting him to cuddle is a task bc… you’re very warm and he’s already always sweating buckets

• He LOVES the cold but is sad because all his outdoor plants die :(

• (Yes he brought the lotus inside, hoppy stays on his lotus pads but sometimes you catch him chillin out on Boston’s nightstand)

• Will cuddle if you pout hard enough

• He’s pretty tall so it’s very easy to tangle yourself against his chest.

• He might grumble and complain for the first few minutes but honestly he adores the affection.

• After he’s done pretending to be mad he settles against you by keeping his legs tangled with yours and tucking your head under his chin, running his fingers through your hair.

• Doesn't like being little spoon. Even when he’s upset and needing comfort he likes being in control.

• Doesn't like when you’re out of sight, and he’s easily jealous.

• Whenever he feels the person you’re talking to is getting just a little too friendly he’ll straight up pick you up and walk away with you

• His little moments of jealousy are the only times you can take control, giving him affection in order to reassure him and remind him you love him too.

• Words aren’t easy for him. He appreciates someone he can be in a room with, and just bask in their company, not saying much, just relaxing in comfortable silence.

• He’s a man of action, affection actually comes surprisingly easy once he’s sure you’re serious about loving him and not gonna bite.

• If you touch his antennae his left shoulder twitches

• He also gets mad at u lmao

• If you ever “accidentally” pull them he lets out a loud squeak

• It doesn’t hurt him, feels like when you hit your funny bone

• He will chase you if you even try lmao

• His face is very expressive when he sleeps, you can tell quickly when he’s having a good dream and when he’s not

• He’s… normally not.

• Running your fingers along his collarbone is weirdly comforting to him, so if his face is scrunched up in his sleep you can lightly trace along his chest and ease him without waking him

• Sometimes Boston will have random moments where he seems distant.

• Not necessarily mean, but he’s very clearly distracted.

• Honestly just sitting nearby him, not pushing for conversation as much as just making him aware that you’re here for him, that’s what comforts him.

• He'll come to you in an hour or two. The longer you’re with him, the more he shares.

• Sometimes it’s worries about his brothers and sisters, sometimes it’s venting about memories from the past, sometimes he’s just not feeling as strong as usual.

• Sometimes it’s about you, how he worries about you more than anyone he’s ever met.

• Boston is a big scary mean old man. But he cares about you more than life itself.

• He hates to admit that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[justanotherloveaffair]

Just Say Yes - Chapter 6 (Chadwick x Reader)

A Collaboration Fic between @justanotherloveaffair/ @captainsordersfic

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Summary: The weekend comes to an end. 

Warnings: Just Fluff.

Word Count: 2,682

Chapter Author: Me

Author’s Note: None.

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It was morning, and you were sighing as Chadwick teased you with kisses down your neck and throat, smiling playfully as he went. You were naked in the sheets, still sweating from how he’d woken you that morning. He soon learned your love of being fucked while he was behind you, holding up and stroking your leg with his beard buried in your neck, breathing heavily in your ear while he pumped into you slowly. You’d practically melted in his arms.

You had barely finished recovering when he rolled you over and began the shower of kisses over your face and down your neck that you were currently trying to get his attention from.

“Chadwick… I have to get up,” your weak protests were ignored, and undermined by your hand on the back of his head gripping a bit tighter as he took your nipple gently between his teeth.

“Babe, I really have to go.” Your mind knew it was Sunday and there was a flight to catch, but your body was being slowly licked and sucked in a warm, comfortable bed and those two facts were like oil and water. His feather licks on your nipple, alternating with his teeth made you melt back into the pillows and pull on his curls. Stopping him seemed unconscionable.

He paused, releasing your skin from between his soft lips that were glistening and plump from using them on you and you had a hard time looking anywhere else as he spoke. “Where do you have to go so fast, hmm?”

You didn’t want to bring yourself to say the thing you’d both neglected to talk about while you’d spent every second together since Friday.

“I have to catch a flight… in three hours,” you whined.

Chadwick regarded you for a long moment, making intense eye contact as his gaze narrowed and then he shrugged. “Oh well, that’s a shame,” and bent back down to recapture your nipple in his warm mouth.

“Arghhhh…” You groaned in frustration and pleasure at the game he was playing with you.

Suddenly Chadwick stopped, and leaned away off of your body and the bed, until his long arms reached his phone. He pulled it to him, returning to the same spot, his face hovering over your breasts and began to scroll through his phone before holding it to his ear.

Your eyes narrowed, staring down at him. “Who are you calling?”

As you watched him waiting for the other person to pick up, his eyes flickered up towards the ceiling and in a wide circle around them, being obvious about avoiding your gaze as a small smile played on his lips.

“Oh hey Sherane, it’s Chadwick.. sorry to disturb if this is a bad time. No? OK, perfect.” As he spoke, you had to withhold a moan as Chadwick’s hand stealthily touched your body under the sheets, right on your thigh, his fingertips sliding towards your centre.

“Hey so, do you mind rescheduling a flight for me?” A pause, “Yeah it’s not actually my flight, it’s for someone else.”

Your eyes widened and you gripped the sheets as his long fingers settled against your mound, absentmindedly rubbing you. You knew it was to keep you distracted and it was working.

“Sure, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give you the details.” Chadwick maintained eye contact and his smile was devious as he pushed one fingerpad around your clit in slow circles.

“So the flight is for Y/N, and, uhhh hold on a sec,” he tapped your clit to get your attention and you covered your gasp, looking down at him with both indignation and awe.  “Hey, what’s the airline and destination? And flight time,” he asked, and resumed the slow rub between your legs, under the sheets.

Trying to think of the answer was even harder when Chadwick was doing everything he could to trip you up, but you managed to say, “United to San D… Diego, at… eleven… thirty.”

Chadwick repeated it and added, “If you could move her to a later flight, ideally the same time as mine this afternoon, that’d be great… work your magic Sherane. Thanks.”

His fingers had stopped torturing you long enough to hang up the phone and you squealed.

“Chadwick, what .… ”

“Now you can stay a few more hours,” he kissed your stomach, half expecting you to smack him but your attempt at an indignant expression was spoiled by a smile lifting the corners of your mouth, and he knew he was in the clear.

~ ~ ~

“What’s wrong?”

Chadwick had caught you staring off into space, frozen at the breakfast bar with your fork still between your lips.

All through your room service breakfast you had barely acknowledged the food you were eating, barely tasted it. Chadwick had been in your line of vision, wearing a black tank over his solid chest and boxer briefs and had been moving about the room packing while you watched, staring at his impressive arm muscles and shoulders flexing with movement.

Other from admiring the view, you had been hit with pangs of sadness that you would soon leave this room and into the great unknown.  The same room where he’d entered you for the first time. The same room where you’d stripped and touched yourselves for each other. You stared at white bedsheets that had been clutched in your fingers for many an orgasm and in a matter of hours, it would all be left behind for an uncertain future.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

A zipper sounded as Chadwick closed his bag and the finality of that noise cut through the air right into your heart. He looked up from his kneeling position next to the suitcase and, seeing your expression, rose to his feet and he started taking long, slow strides towards you.

His voice and expression were sceptical. “Nothing, huh? You’ve had that fork in your mouth for about five minutes.”

Embarrassed that he’d noticed, you slipped the metal out of your mouth and left it on a pile of uneaten eggs. By then, Chadwick had reached the breakfast bar and rested his crossed arms over the marble in front of you so you had nowhere to look but his face.

You tried to convey a cool, impenetrable look that clearly wasn’t convincing.

“Alright, so you’re gonna make me guess then. Hmm, let’s see…” A scraping sound as Chadwick swept your breakfast plate aside to make room to pull down one of your hands onto the marble. He began stroking the skin slowly with his fingertips and knuckles while he spoke. “You’re thinking abouuut…” he bit his lip and looked up, “how bad you are at basketball.”

You snorted, but shook your head no and a wide smile took over Chadwick’s face as you both relived the memory with a look.

“Okay,” He conceded. “You’re thinking about…. that lobster roll sandwich,” he finished, knowing perfectly well he was getting further from the truth but keeping a playful smile as you shook your head no again.

Both of his hands stroked your forearm as he appeared to go off deep in thought, nodding as he came back with, “You’re thinking about …. my James Brown moves on the dance floor and how impressed you were…. that’s it, right?” He set his mirth-filled eyes on you knowing perfectly well your response and when you shook your head no, he pretend-gasped. “Damn, I worked hard learning those moves.”

You laughed at his disappointed face and was inwardly melting at his attempts to read your mind.

“Last guess, then. You’re thinking about…. how… you don’t want this weekend to end.”

His eyes flickered to yours and in response to the look on your face that all but confirmed he had hit squarely on it, “Ding ding ding, we have a winner.”

Chadwick let go of your arm to circle around until he was standing close enough to lift you gently onto the marble countertop, so your face was level with his. Emotion rose up in your chest as you locked eyes, tightening your stomach in response. 

He cradled your face in his hands. “I’ve had… an… amazing time,” he kissed you softly, so you both heard and felt the sentiment, and then you parted so he could look at you again, “and you have to trust me when I tell you this is just the beginning.”

A long-held breath slowly expelled from your lips at his words that made you tingle with relief that this conversation was finally happening, and you finally had permission to share your fears.

“But how? You go back to LA, I go back to San Diego…” your voice was tight with nerves.

Chadwick made a face, squinting his eyes with a smile at your expense as he said, “You realize it’s a two-hour drive? We’re not talking about LA to New York here, girl.”

You slowly let yourself relax as Chadwick tightened his arms around you. “I said trust me,” he said into your ear. You squeezed back, wrapping your legs tight around his hips and you stayed like that for a while, as he brushed his lips against your ears and neck, dropping a kiss every few minutes until he was sure no tension was left in your body.

“What are you thinking now?” he asked after a while, directly into your ear.

This time you answered, leaving no hint at what was going on in your mind. “I’m thinking I want you to fuck me right here on this counter.”

Chadwick smiled.

~ ~ ~

Transitioning from a quiet hotel room to the busy Boston Logan airport forced you to steel yourself against the people and noise coming from all directions as you walked in with your luggage. The check-in area was packed for a Sunday afternoon. Chadwick’s attempt to go in stealthily seemed to make him even more conspicuous. He slipped off the glasses before you both reached security and you were hyper-aware of people’s whispers, seeing them stare and sneak photos in a way that Chadwick masterfully ignored as you walked through the fast-track line with your carry-on baggage dragging behind you.

As you shuffled through the motions of check in and security, whenever possible, his hands were on your body somewhere – on your lower back, or wrapped around your fingers, or pulling you into his side. You soaked up these last chances for contact before you separated to your own flights, then homes and everyday lives.

After security he brought you to a private door marked “Gold Lounge” where you were waved in as Chadwick’s plus one, and you saw a side of air travel that you didn’t even know existed. A large space with a private bar, free drinks, comfortable chairs and near total privacy gave you both a much-needed final hour of peace together. You accepted a flute of champagne with a smile, before nestling back into Chadwick’s arm around you and leaned your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, focusing on his warmth, his scent, his body, thinking of nothing else but him as you sipped at your champagne in silence.

An hour passed and you were dozing a little on him when he gently rubbed your arm. Your eyes opened.

“Hey, they’re calling your flight.”

You’d been so happy and relaxed and to hear these words, knowing it was time to leave pained you. With a sigh, you started to move away and before you could, he pulled you back tight against him and brought his hand to your face, holding you as your lips came together in a slow kiss. Knowing this was your goodbye, you savoured each breath, the slow slide of your tongues, the brush of his soft lips until finally you broke away and you pressed your foreheads together.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

His fingers brushed over the back of your neck, gripping it to bring your lips back to his one more time. “Call me when you get home, okay?”

You nodded and stood to gather your things as Chadwick rose with you, prolonging your goodbye to wrap his arms around you and you squeezed back tightly.

You left him a moment later without the heart to glance back.

~ ~ ~

By the time you walked in your door, it was just after 10 but with the east to west coast time change, your eyes were sore with exhaustion. Everything that could have gone wrong or delayed your trip home had conspired against you. A screaming kid in the row behind you for six hours. A long wait for your Uber, and then a chatty driver whose conversation you weren’t in the mood to reciprocate.

But despite how frayed your nerves were, walking in the door to your apartment made your anxiety disappear as you were welcomed by your clean, orderly place decorated with calming blues and greens.

Your orders were to let Chadwick know the moment you stepped in and you hurriedly toed off your shoes and sank down on the couch, while typing a quick text that you were home.

You didn’t have to wait long until your phone began buzzing and you quickly answered, already closing your eyes in anticipation to hear his voice again.

“Did I win?” You answered with a smile.

“Damn, you beat me ... I’m still in traffic on the 405.”

“Finally I beat you at something,” you retorted, looking up towards the ceiling.

A beat of quiet passed and then he said, “So.”

“So.”

Another beat, and then, “I miss you.”

You closed your eyes. “I miss you too.” Your tone was wistful but said through a smile with the pleasure of hearing him say it and admitting it back.

“So I thought we should make some plans… for our first date.”

You bit your lip to hold back the smile taking over your face as your body filled with light and joy at his words.

“Our first date? Jesus Chadwick, you’ve been inside me like ten times since Friday night.”

He ignored you and followed up, “What are you doing this Friday?”

You closed your eyes in concentration, then realizing your brain wasn’t working, so you asked him to hold a minute while you brought up your calendar.

“Shit, Friday I have a cocktail hour thing after a conference. It’s for work so I gotta go.”

After a pause, he asked, “Can you bring a date?”

Your instinct was to answer no, but it was only because you’d never had a date to bring before, and now as you searched for a reason against it, you couldn’t find one. Your stomach flipped imagining your colleagues seeing you walk in on his arm.

“Well, uh… yeah, I mean it might be a bit boring,” you fumbled, now struggling to think straight as you processed the exciting and nerve-wracking prospect of him stepping into your professional world.

“With the opportunity to embarrass you in front of everyone you work with? I doubt it,” he teased.

“Nooooo,” you laughed and heard him chuckling with you.

“Send me the details and I’ll block it off. And let me know what you’re wearing so I can coordinate.”

“Oh my god,” you couldn’t help yourself from saying, “are we gonna be that couple?”

“Yes.” He answered simply.

You stretched out fully on the couch, touching your hand to your forehead. “I can handle that I guess.”

“Good. I’m pulling up to my place now, I’m gonna let you go so you can get some sleep.”

You felt like you could have talked to him all night but recognized as you yawned that he was right. “Alright, goodnight then.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Don’t forget to send me the details. Goodniiight,” he sang and you shook your head and hung up.

[ihaveavengersbedsheets]

The Big Visit

Hey everyone! This is a really fluffy piece about meeting Chris’ parents. I decided to change perspective a little bit so it’s more ambiguous kinda reader x Chris. Please let me know if you prefer it rather than my OC’s because I might start doing more one-shots like this. If you’d like to be tagged let me know and happy reading!

Warnings: None, just fluff

You sat in the passenger seat, trying to keep your right leg from bouncing from your anxiety. It was the first time you’d been to Boston and it was about to be the first time you met Chris’ parents. He seemed to be buzzing from excitement, Dodger doing the same thing in the back but would nuzzle your ear every once in a while. You and Chris had been dating for over a year, but with your hectic schedules it was hard to find downtime to make the big visit.

“Hey, you haven’t said a whole lot since you got in yesterday. You okay, babe?” You looked over at him and put a smile on your face. It wasn’t like you were dreading it, but this was huge! You knew how close he was to his family and how important this was. If this didn’t go well…

“Everything’s fine, I’m just a little jet lagged still. You didn’t exactly let me get a whole lot of sleep last night.” You sassed and he chuckled, squeezing your thigh lovingly.

“I can tell you’re nervous. You’ve been brushing your hair behind your ear like crazy.” Goddamn that tic you had. “They’re gonna love you, I promise. Dodger loves you!” You sniffed in laughter before scratching the pup behind his ear.

“Did you just compare your family to a dog?”

“Don’t tell them.”

“But what if it gives me an edge?” You replied and he rolled his eyes. The car came to a stop and he smiled softly before leaning over and pointing.

“There she is!” You looked to your right to see the house from some of Chris’ childhood pictures he had around his place. It really hadn’t changed much over the years.  When you got out of the car and started walking towards the house, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him as he leaned against the car. Dodger barked, bouncing on him before running to the front step. He made your wrap your arms around his neck and grabbed you by your hips.

“Hey, I promise they’re gonna love you. You wanna know why?”

“Because Dodger loves me?”

“Because I love you, ya goof.” He leaned down and pecked your lips a couple of times before lingering a bit longer, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, and you sighed into it.

“Hey! Get a room!” A familiar voice called. You turned in Chris’ arms to see Scott scratching Dodger’s belly at the front door.

“Nice to see you too, Scott!” You called back and pulled Chris to the front door.  Scott gave you a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Fair warning: the kids are a little hyper right now.”

“Did you give them coffee again?” Chris sassed and Scott just shrugged.

“Coulda given them whiskey so they’d go to sleep.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, actually.” You replied and he laughed. You felt Chris’ hand at the small of your back as he led you into the house, giving you a quick peck to your temple.

“Ma! I’m home!” He yelled out and you jumped a little. The house smelled…warm. Almost too comforting for a house so foreign to you. “I smell lobster rolls!”

“You smell correctly!” A voice called from the kitchen.

“MA, CHRIS BROUGHT HOME A GIRL!” Scott announced and you winced with a small smile. Instead of seeing Lisa, Shanna and Carly came from the dining room and gasped when they saw you.

“Oh my goodness it’s so nice to meet you!” Shanna greeted and gave you a hug, Carly following suit.

“It’s to meet y’all too! I’ve heard so much from Chris.” “Where are the kids?” Chris asked and Carly gave a pointed look to her youngest brother.

“They’re running around in circles in the backyard with your dog.” You laughed lightly and saw another woman come up from behind them.

“There you are! Hey sweetie!” She gave Chris a hug and he kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner will be ready soon.” She turned to you and you couldn’t help but tense up a bit. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you!” She gave you a hug, a lot like the one she gave Chris, and pulled back to look at you with her hands on your shoulders. “You look just like you do in the movies!”

“Well, thank you!” You giggled. “You look amazing like in the pictures!”

“Oh flattery will get you everywhere!” She replied and pulled away. “Your dad should be here soon, he’s still at the practice but he said he’ll be here soon to meet this lovely lady.” She pulled away and you fidgeted a little.

“D-do you need any help in the kitchen?”

“No, honey, I’m fine! Chris, why don’t you give her tour?”

“I guess we can always start with my room.” He replied and sneakily pinched your bottom. You looked up at him with a panicked look and he threw his head back in laughter. He grabbed your hand yet again and led you up the stairs. You weren’t quite sure what to expect of his old room. Chris in himself was a walking contradiction of a dork and a frat boy in an adult’s body. But you really weren’t expecting puppy posters and an out of place surfer poster on the walls.

“This is where the magic didn’t happen!” He introduced and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my God you dweeb! What the hell are these posters?”

“Would you rather me have Playboy posters?”

“Actually, yeah!” You two were quiet for a little bit as you examined his bookshelf and some of the trophies he had.

“I told you they’d love you.” He replied and you turned to face him. “Only five minutes in and they love you.” “I think someone’s been talking me up because it seems I have an unfair advantage.” You joked, playing with his graduation tassel. His arm wrapped around your waist and you smiled. “Y’know, you’re getting awfully touchy-feely for us being in your parents’ house.”

“Well it might also have something to do with us being apart so long.” He explained. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“Oh on the contrary, Mr. Evans, I do.” I replied and leaned up to peck his lips.

“Wow, can’t leave you alone for two seconds can we?” You heard Scott behind Chris and laughed as Chris groaned.  “Dinner’s ready you horndogs.” Chris waved his brother away and fixed your hair behind your ear.

“Just stick with me and you’ll survive dinner.” Your jaw dropped and he laughed before kissing the tip of your nose.

“I thought you just said-“

“C’mon!” He pulled you back down the stairs and made sure you sat next to him at the table. It almost felt like Thanksgiving with the amount of chairs at the table. You felt a pair of eyes on you and looked to see three young children staring at you.

“UNCLE CHRIS!” They yelped and nearly tackled him out of the chair. They were all talking to him at the same time, asking him different questions but not waiting for an answer, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt a little.

“Guys, I want you to meet my girlfriend!” They turned to stare at you and you smiled warmly at them.

“Hi there.” You replied.

“Why do you have Sharpie on your eye?” You couldn’t help but laugh at who you presumed was Miles.

“Don’t be rude!” His sister chided him. “She’s pretty!”

“Well thank you! So are you!”

“Uncle Chris she thinks I’m pretty!” He laughed and hugged his niece.

“Because you are!”

“Alright everyone settle down!” Lisa called and you saw Chris’ dad enter the room as well. You stood up and smoothed out your shirt before holding out your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Dr. Evans.” You replied, trying to keep your hand form shaking. He gave you a warm smile before shaking your hand, gripping your shoulder with the other.

“It’s so great to meet you, Chris has told us so much about you.” You sat back down in your seat, and Chris rested his hand on your knee. You raised your brow at him but he just kissed your forehead.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. No lie this time.” You explained and he smiled at you, but there was something different about him. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was there. One of the kids gagged at you and Carly quickly shushed them. It was nearly a scramble to fix all of your plates, not trying to seem too eager but also not too repulsed. You took a bite of your lobster roll and it took you every fiber of your being not to groan.

“So, tell us your first impressions of Chris!” Shanna urged when you had a mouthful of your dinner.

“We know he was smitten with you the first time he saw you, straight from the horse’s mouth.” Scott replied.

“Oh she was not too impressed with me.” Chris began and you shook your head.

“That’s what I wanted you to believe! You need to talk to Mackie about me more, he’ll tell you I was a nervous wreck whenever we were about to do scenes together. I just didn’t want you to think I was some dork so I guess I didn’t want you getting too big for your britches by showing you how nervous I was.” The family chuckled around you. “But I really was smitten with him the first time I saw him too. I just thought I had to play it cool so I would be able to play my character well.”

“Well, Chris just couldn’t stop talking about you.” Shanna added before taking a sip of her wine. “Seriously, every time I talked to him-“

“She’s got the point, guys, I had a crush on her.” Chris quelled.

“And he still does, it’s annoying.” You said, making the table laugh. Carly passed you a glass of wine and you thanked her. “But he kinda grew on me.” You squeezed the hand on your thigh and he smiled again. The rest of dinner went off without a hitch and you helped everyone clean up as best as you could. You all eventually graduated to hanging out on the patio and the kids were put to bed shortly after. They asked you about everything: Your family, your start in movies, who was the best Chris to work with (a question you had a lot of fun teasing Chris about), your future in film, your education, philanthropy, etc. You happily answered all of their questions and felt extremely comfortable around them, perhaps more comfortable than when you were with your own family.

“Want another beer, babe?” Chris asked but you declined, fearing what would happen if you both became tipsy. “Anyone else?” There were some murmurs from his family before he bounded back into the house, the men following him. You knew what was happening, it was time for them to chat about you and your time to hear from the women. Dodger came up to you, exhausted, and plopped down on your feet with a sigh.

“I know, big day huh?” You chuckled and scratched his belly.

“I have to say, I’m impressed.” You looked up to look at Lisa with wide eyes. “I think Chris nabbed a pretty remarkable woman.”

“Just between us, of course, I think you have our approval so you can stop being so jittery.” Shanna teased and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh and blush that rose out of you. Before you could say anything, the boys came back and Chris sat down on the bench and pulled you into his side.

“Now, I wanna start telling embarrassing stories about Chris! I can’t believe we waited this long!” Scott started and you laughed into your boyfriend’s chest.

“Well they’re gonna be here for a while, we don’t have to tell them tonight.” Dr. Evans replied but the kids waved him off and Scott started telling the story of when Chris tried, and failed, to sneak out of the house.

After another two hours of sharing family stories, Chris nearly slumped against you and you chuckled.

“I think you should go to bed.” You advised and he nuzzled into your hair.

“Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Saying goodnight to everyone, you both went upstairs and got ready for bed. You actually didn’t realize how tired you were until you started brushing your teeth. You tucked yourself under his arm in the small bed and sighed against him.

“Well, your mom and sisters say they approve of me.” You started and you could almost feel the excitement coming off of him.

“Dad approves of you too, said I shouldn’t let you get away.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” You promised and squeezed him tightly. You could hear his heartbeat speed up a bit and your brow furrowed. “You okay?” You sat back up and leaned over him to see his face.

“I just…I want to talk to you about something.” He pushed your hair behind your shoulder and you tilted your head at him. “Nothing bad! I promise!”

“Don’t scare me like that!” You breathed out and he leaned up with you. “What’s up?”

“So…you met my family, we’ve been dating for a while now…how would you feel if I proposed to you?” He asked and your eyes widened, your jaw dropping a little as well.

“Is this the-“

“No, I’m not proposing to you now! I don’t even have a ring yet!” He chuckled. “But how do you feel about maybe getting married to me someday? I’ve known for a while but tonight it really hit me that I want you to be part of my family, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” The tightening in your chest made it hard to speak. You never thought someone would say those things to you. He was being so honest with you, you needed to be honest with him back. You cupped his jaw and leaned forward to kiss him, his fingers digging into your back.

“Chris, I’d marry you tomorrow.” You whispered and saw the goofiest grin spread across his face.

“Well, as much as I’d like that, I do want to formally propose to you. So just be on the lookout for that in the near future.” You chuckled softly and shook your head. “Now I just gotta think of the best way to do this…”

“Maybe Dodger can help out?” You both lied back down and Dodger’s head popped up from the ground at the mention of his name.

“Hmmm maybe. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be sure to knock your socks off.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Tags: @misshyen @always-an-evans-addict @toc1985 @sinfully-lustful-darling @marriedtotheking @jeelicious78 @hallotom 

[avengers-fics]

Second Chances: CH 3

bucky barnes x reader

fic summary: Your life in DC quickly went to shit, so you took all of your money from your old husband and ran to live far far away from it all. One night, you hear a knock at the door and a certain soldier from your past needs a second chance at life. 

chapter summary: bucky gets to know your house a little more, and your routine. he's really a sweetheart 

chapter 4

Although he had been pretty beaten up when he first arrived at your farmhouse, Bucky had less of a limp in his step when he found himself walking around your house while you were getting dinner. There was a faint smile on his face while he looked around at all the knick knacks in your house. Some stuff you had found during your road trip up to your new house, like a ceramic donut ornament you got from driving through Boston, then the lobster magnet from the little gas station you first saw when you arrived in Maine. Picture frames specifically for the different holidays were all lined up on the table in the hallway, and Bucky studied the picture of you drunkenly smiling on Saint Paddy’s day. The bar looked awfully familiar to him, almost like a memory was on the tip of his tongue. After a few moments he felt as if a headache was coming on, so he set the picture down and continued walking around. 

Ruckus was following Bucky’s every step through your house, wagging his tail every few minutes when Bucky would lean down and scratch the top of his head. When Bucky was finally done inspecting the first floor, he plopped down on the couch and watched TV until you got back. He only had to wait a few more minutes before he heard your car pull up, and he peeked out the window just to confirm that it was just you. With the pizza boxes in your arms, you kicked the back door of your car shut and walked up the porch steps. Bucky had swung the door open for you, and you scurried to the kitchen to set everything down. 

Bucky had really cleaned himself up in the short amount of time since you had left, and it brought a smile to your face to see him comfortable in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The decal on the sweatshirt, however, was the college you and your husband had went to. He must’ve put on the cologne that was in the same box, and it threw you for a loop when the scent hit your nose. A wave of sadness came into your chest, but you pushed it down to take care of Bucky in the moment. 

“I hope you like pizza.” You popped open the box and got the styrofoam plates for the both of you to bring out to the living room. Watching Bucky eat was like feeding time at the zoo, although he managed to get all the food in his mouth and not make a mess.

Once he tore through two whole pizzas by himself, you finally had to tell him through your laughter that he should take it easy. Bucky made a mental note about the way your face scrunched up before you began laughing, he had first noticed it before you left to get the pizza too. Before he could even try to think about why his mind had conjured up the thought, he saw you abruptly get up to start cleaning to prepare for bedtime. He helped and cleaned up his own plate and within a few minutes the both of you were yawning, standing at the bottom of the staircase.

“You’re welcome to stay in the guest room next to mine,” You patted his shoulder, and began the walk up the stairs after you shut off all the downstairs lights. “I’m sure Ruckus will be checking on you in the middle of the night, too.” The stairs creaked under Bucky’s weight, and he found himself staring at the room from the threshold. You smiled from your own doorway and wished him a goodnight and with a grin of his own, he closed his door behind him.

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 The next morning’s sunrise was so beautiful you almost forgot to get all your veggies ready for the farmers market, luckily your alarm cut through your temporary daze. With some spare time left, you decided to get some cleaning done in your house as well. Your speaker was on full blast so you could dance around the kitchen until you had everything finished. It was a fun routine you worked up; put on loud music, arrange everything into baskets, play with the dog some, and then get going for the morning. Only when you heard the slight shuffling of someone coming down the stairs did you remember you had a house guest.

With your hands still in the sink water from washing dishes, Bucky stood next to you with a questionable look on his face, “How are you so wide awake right now?” He leaned on the counter awaiting your answer. Bucky had changed his clothes, and was now wearing some basketball shorts that accentuated his muscular legs and thick thighs. Plus, the tight tank top he was wearing just put the final knife in the attractive coffin.

With a little laugh to cover your staring, you explained, “I sell stuff at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, gotta be ready to go by eight.” You shut off the sink to let it drain, and dried your hands off, “You interested in coming with me?” Despite knowing that it might’ve been too many people there, you still asked since you knew it was worth a try with him.

Bucky was standing upright, and you could tell he was thinking about it from the way he scrunched his nose up in contemplation. You wondered when the last time he’d been in public and not actively running from someone was, but that was too much of a rhetorical question. Ruckus then came around the corner from the living room, and jumped on Bucky’s legs for attention. With that, he must’ve changed his mind, “Is it okay if I just stay here?” You were about to nod your head yes, but he quickly added, “I can, uh, clean or something.” Bucky seemed to be in a good mood, and your dog was only adding to it. It was nice having someone else around, you had forgotten what it was like to not be completely independent.

So, you gave Bucky a list of small things to do around the house, like clean the kitchen counters, wash Ruckus’ bowls, and sweep the patio off. Bucky smiled when he looked over the list, and also saw “clean your room” scribbled, which meant he should just move the clothes from the boxes into the drawers in the spare room that he was staying in. After showing him how to work the TV, you were off to the Market for the afternoon, and left Bucky alone in your house.

[soul-embers]

a/n: huuuuungh-- i did a goof and posted this via the queue, but i didn’t add any of the actual story so sorr for how wonky this looks. 

request is from this prompt list here

24. “i know it doesn’t seem like it, but i’m going to take care of you.” 

You card your fingers through Boston Lobster’s hair, loving how happy and content he looks with such a peaceful expression that has your heart melting at the sight of it. For such a rough around the edges Food Soul, you learned that he’s an absolute sweetheart with a heart of gold. The world has been cruel to him, unforgiving and his hatred for humans is understandable, so when you see him looking so peaceful it makes you happy. 

So happy that Boston on more than one occasion has pointed it out. Saying that your happiness and optimism is disgusting in the beginning, but now he only does that every so often. Mostly sighing, or just using his hand to cover up your face for a moment before his hand is gone and what looks to be a faint smile is vanishing before you could see if it was real or not. 

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you Boston.” your words are soft, barely above a whisper as you swear to protect him. To be there when he needs you and anything else you could think off.