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sarawritestories · 11 months

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The Nightmare

Nash Wells x Fem Reader

His Nightmare Part 1

His Nightmare Part 2

His Nightmare Part 3

Summary: Y/N has a nightmare about crisis, a reoccurring event that has happened since the massive event. So Nash does his best to bring some comfort for the woman he had grown so fond of

Word count: 1014 words

Content warning ⚠️: nightmares, brief talk of grief and so much fluff!

Tags: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007

Holding Harry close Y/N had tears streaming down her face, “Harry, I can’t lose you.” Red lightning flashed facing the storm.

Harry grasped her chin and pressed his forehead to hers against hers. “Princess, Allen is going to need your help with this. We only have time for one of us to go through the breach. You have to go.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks and pressed a kiss to her lips, “I love you, and because you made me a better man.” She tried stifling the sob from escaping but failed she hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I love you too, Harrison Wells,” There was a shake in the ground, and Harry pulled her away, “I’m going to miss you.” She breached as she saw part of S.T.A.R Labs getting destroyed. “Y/N,” Harry’s voice carried over the explosions, “Y/N, Y/N!”

“Y/N!” Y/N jolted awake drenched in sweat, Nash leaning over her as her vision began to clear. The last memory she had with her best friend was full of pain and fueled her nightmares. Y/N had started staying in S.T.A.R. Labs her house feeling empty and cold, reminders of when Harry was here plaguing the space. It did mean she had to share a room with Nash, but she figured their were worst roommates to have. She looked at the adventurer as his brows were furrowed in worry, “You okay, Angel? You were screaming.. again”

She rubbed her face as she sat up, “Sorry, Nash, I’m fine.” She took a moment to look at Nash and noticed that He was without a shirt, his lean body displayed by the moonlight. She bit her the inside of her lip and gave him a small smile, “I’m really sorry for waking you up. Again.”

He turned, pausing briefly staring intently at the wall. He signed, grabbing his signature white tank putting it on. Her gaze locked on his biceps and how nice they looked. She looked up and saw Nash staring at her with his piercing blue eyes as she quickly averted her gaze. He held out his hand and cleared his throat so she would have to look back at him, “Come on, you need a drink.”

She grabbed his hand as she took the covers over her and he led her to the lounge. His hand was warm against hers and brought her some comfort. As the two reached the lounge, the moon illuminating the room, he released her hand and held out a chair for her as she took a seat and he scooted the chair in. He rounded the bar and pulled two glasses and a bottle of emerald green liquid. Pouring a hefty amount for the two of them he slid a glass in her direction. She took it in her hands and took a sip the liquid causing a wave of warmth filled her body. “So, Angel, same dream?”

She nodded as he sipped out of his glass, “I knew crisis was coming before anyone else, I lost the love of my life and my best friend. But on top of that I lost the whole council too.” Nash lowered the glass from his lips and stared at the liquid, she reached out and placed her hand on top of his, “It was no one’s fault, Nash, and I’ll be honest, I’m happy we have you. I know you don’t believe it or don’t want to believe it but you are a wonderful addition to our team. I just really miss H.R, Sherloque, and especially Harry.” He smiled briefly before staring behind her and frowning again. “Nash?”

Nash focused went from the wall back to Y/N. “Sorry, I promise I’m listening. Come on, lets step outside.” The two walked outside as Nash grabbed a blanket laying on the couch. As they walked up Y/N fought off a chill. Nash wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

Y/N smiled, “Thank you, I want you to know I appreciate everything you have done for me.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I know you didn’t sign up for it and I know I’m not your favorite person, but your friendship has been a comfort and not because you share a face with my late husband.”

Nash chuckled as a comfortable silence fell between them. Y/N stared out and look out at the city pulling the blanket closer to her. Nash took a looked at her ignoring the Council that was standing beside him giving him their unwanted opinions. In the moonlight she was gorgeous and he understood why his fellow Wells were drawn to her. She was kind and non judgmental no matter how dark a person’s past was or how cruel a person was to her. “You are my favorite person.”

Her head snapped to him, “I am?”

He nodded, “You are kind, and any of the Wells that has come in contact with you just felt like they could start fresh, be better men. Myself included,” he smiled, “You treat everyone with compassion and put others before you.” He placed a hand on her cheek, “So taking care of you after a nightmare is the least I can do.”

Y/N smiled and scooted closer to the adventurer, reaching up and kissing his cheek before she could pull away he placed a gentle kiss to her lips. When he pulled away he wrapped his arms around her as they continued to talk, bouncing from subjects.

~Later~

“Look at how sweet!” H.R’s voice flooded the lounge as he stared at Nash on the couch with Y/N in his arms fast asleep.

Sherloque appeared next to him and nodded his hands in his pockets, “It is nice to see her finally get some sleep wouldn’t you agree, Harry?”

Harry knelt by the couple, grazing his phantom hand over her cheek. A small smile as she was sleeping soundly something he knew she struggled with, especially after crisis. “Yes it is,” he looked to his doppelganger also in a deep sleep, “I know you’ll take good care of her, Nash.”

#harrison wells #the flash cw #nash wells x reader #nash wells #harrison wells x reader #the flash

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eonash · 1 year

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Lovable Idiot

Nash Wells x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “You’re an idiot.” : “But you love me.”

Warnings: Angst, alcohol addictions, negative thoughts, fluff ending

Word Count: 572

A/N: just to cheer nash up and tell him that he isn’t the blame of crisis is all i want-

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Y/N walked through the halls of STAR Labs hoping to finally get some peace and quiet, everyone had gone home for the night.. or so she thought. She stumbled upon a door opened with light shining from it. She rolled her eyes thinking someone must have left the light on in the room. Once Y/N stepped in, she noticed that the light was on, but the room was also occupied by another. Someone no other than her geological mythbuster boyfriend.

“Nash? Why are you still here?” Y/N questioned, walking up to him. When she got close enough she realized that he held a bottle of alcohol and a glass cup. “What are you doing?”

“Y-Y/N!” Nash quickly got up from his seat trying to hide the clearly already seen substance behind him. “..What now?”

Y/N looked at him confused. “I already saw it, Nash. I told you to stop drinking that stuff.” She went over and grabbed the bottle and cup with only a bit of the substance in it and took it over to the other side of the counter.

“I was drinking that..”

“And I took it.” After the drink was far away from him, she turned around. “What’s going on? Why are you drinking so late?”

He sighed. “It’s not important.”

“Nash.. you can tell me.” She walked over to him. He held his head low, not looking at her. Y/N could tell something was off.

“It’s.. just me..” He paused for a moment and then continued. “Messing everything up.” Nash looked at her now. She could see his eyes were a little bit watery. Y/N shook her head at him. Grabbing his hands with hers, squeezing them a bit.

“You didn’t mess anything up.” She pulled him into a hug. “I promise.” Her own eyes began to water at this action.

“Y/N, I am to blame for Crisis.” She dug her face deeper into his shirt, her hold on him tightening.

“I don’t blame you for anything. You are too sweet to ever commit such an act of violence on purpose.” Y/N looked up to him. He looked down at her and smiled.

He knew she was serious about her statement. “Thank you, princess.” He said finally. He hugged her back. The two of them stood in that position for a while, until Y/N pulled away.

“How could you ever think that?” She asked as she playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

He flinched at her action and then shrugged. “I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes, again.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me.” He was right. Y/N loved him. He leaned against the counter. She couldn’t help, but look like an idiot herself, smiling big at his comment.

“Yeah, I do love you.” She came close to him again kissing him on the cheek. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much as well, Y/N.” She turned away from him pulling at his jacket for him to follow her.

“Let’s go home now.” Y/N let go of his jacket and looked up at him.

“In a second, love. I still have some tech I am working on.”

“Then I will stay with you for the time being.” She said stubbornly. Y/N didn’t want to leave him, not here alone.

He gave her a warm smile. “I would love that.”

#the flash #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #nash wells #harrison wells x reader #nash wells x reader

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mcbenson25 · 1 year

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Can you feel it too? (Nash Wells X Empath!Reader)

Request for @i-dont-care-lol: Can you make a fic in which both of them are stargazing and bantering (ofc it's a wells so yeah) and then just comes to the topic of "hey ever had a crush on anyone" and Nash is like" no I don't do crushes" and the reader just doubts him too much when he tries to ignore that feeling (oops forgot to mention that reader is an empath) so and then he is all like "ok you wanna know then " and then kiss her, and just kind of relieved that her one sided crush isn't a one sided one?

A/N: I'm a terrible person. I got this request a while ago and I meant to write it as soon as I got it but *life* and *school* and *mental health* didn't let me. I'm super sorry. On another note I have never written reader being an empath so apologies in advance for my poor attempt on it. :)

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"Woooo hoooooo! I win!"

"What no! You cheated!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

You rolled your eyes. You and Nash had borrowed Cisco's switch to play a good ole game of Mario Karts.

Or so you thought. Nash had taken a shortcut in the last race, taking first place from you.

"Shortcuts are not cheats they're just advantage points if you know how to use them," Nash said with a grin on his face.

"Cheater," you pouted with your arms crossed.

He chuckled as he leaned in, "You're just mad you lost."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Okay kids! Uncle Cisco here wants his game back," came an amused voice from behind you.

You rolled you eyes and huffed in annoyance as you went to leave.

"Where are you going?" Nash called called out to you as he handed Cisco the game.

"Out," came your short reply.

Nash sighed as he ran after you.

"Are you upset just because of that?"

"I'm not upset," you answered is a frustrated tone.

Nash had caught up to you.

"Well it sure seems like it."

You let out a frustrated huff as you kept walking.

The truth was you didn't know why you felt upset. The entire day you had felt frustrated. You couldn't understand why if you had spent the entire day with the man who made your heart flutter.

"Where are we even going?" Nash asked as you started up the stairs of STAR Labs.

"To the roof."

"Why?" Came Nash's confused voice as you continued going up the long staircase, "And why couldn't we just have used the elevator?"

You gave a light giggle. "You'll see."

Nash couldn't help by smile at hearing you giggle. He had offered to have you tag along with him today because you were bored of being stuck in the lab all the time and not because he may or may not enjoy being around you. He glanced up at you as you reached the top of stairs, waiting for him. He smiled softly as he shook his head and followed behind you.

As you stepped out onto the roof, you looked up at the sky. The stars were out and shining bright. You let out a content sigh as you walked towards the edge of the roof, sitting down with your legs dangling over the edge. Nash sat down next to you, taking in the sparking Central City.

"This is nice," he commented as he looked up at the sky.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed with a smile.

There was a comfortable silence between you two for a few minutes as you both enjoyed the peacefulness of the night sky.

As Nash sat there beside you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Being with you always had a way of calming him down and making him feel at ease, even when he was feeling nervous or uncertain. He glanced over at you, taking in the way your face was illuminated by the starlight, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

You were watching the many bright stars along the sky, lost in thought. A sense of peace and calm washed over you.You felt safe, content, at ease.

You also felt...

Loved?

Your eyes widen in surprise. It couldn't be...

Could it?

No.

It must be your feelings that you're sensing. It couldn't possibly be his.

But yet-

"Hey, (Y/N)," Nash suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" you turned to look at him, trying to hide the nervousness you felt.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?" he asked, his voice casual, as if asking what you had had for lunch.

You were completely taken back by his question.

"That definitely not random," you say trying to alleviate the sudden lump that had formed in your throat. Was it getting hotter?

Nash noticed the way your face had paled slightly and the way you nervously shifted on the spot. He realized his question may have come across as too forward and he mentally cursed himself for not being more subtle.

He tried to backtrack, "I mean, it's okay if you don't want to answer. I was just curious."

You let out a small sigh of relief and gave him a small smile, "No, it's okay. It's just that your question caught me off guard. And to answer your question, yes, I have had a crush on someone before. Why do you ask?" As soon as you said that you felt something bothering you, a prickling emotion that made you frown. Jealously.

You shook you head lightly. What was happening?

"What about you? Have you ever had a crush on anyone?" You asked, with a hint of defensiveness trickling in your voice. You were startled by it, about to apologize when Nash turned to look at you. "No, I don't do crushes," he answered nonchalantly, but his eyes said something else as you felt a wave of bottled emotion wash over you.

You're lying.

"What?"

You realized you had said that out loud as you met Nash's bewildered eyes.

You should apologize. You should leave it be. But you were convinced that what you had been feeling wasn't just your feelings.

Screw it.

"You're lying," you repeated, more confidently this time. "I can sense it. There's something you're not saying" Nash's eyes widened in surprise, and he shifted uncomfortably beside you. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, you do," you insisted, turning to face him fully. "I don't know why you're hiding it, but I can feel that there's something more there. I've been feeling it all night. There's something you're afraid to admit."

Nash's eyes widened in shock, his body language betraying him. You could tell he was caught off guard by your accusation, but you weren't going to let him off the hook that easily. You needed answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice slightly strained, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides.

But you weren't buying it. You could feel it in your gut that there was more to this story than he was letting on. You took a step closer to him, your eyes locked onto his, and you spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Yes, you do," you insisted, your tone unwavering.

The atmosphere between you and Nash had changed. The easygoing vibe you both had been feeling was now replaced with something more tense and awkward. You looked at Nash, who was now avoiding your gaze. You let out a sigh, not knowing what to say. Maybe you had been wrong in confronting him like that. Maybe he really didn't have feelings for you, and you had just misinterpreted everything.

"I'm sorry," you said, breaking the silence. "I shouldn't have said that. It's not my place to push you to say anything you don't want to.

Another beat of silence.

You were overcome by a feeling of rejection and embarrassment.

"I'll go-"

"You're not wrong. There is something I'm hiding."

You continued to look at Nash, waiting for him to say something. Nash let out a sigh and turned to look at you.

"Okay, fine. You caught me," he said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension. "I have had a crush on someone before."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he talking about you? You tried to remain calm as you asked, "Who was it?"

Nash looked down at his hands and fidgeted with his fingers. "It doesn't matter now. It was a long time ago, and nothing ever came of it."

You felt a twinge of disappointment at his words, but you tried not to let it show. "Oh," you said, trying to keep your voice light.

Nash looked up at you, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. "But, there is someone else I have feelings for," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He couldn't possibly be talking about-

"It's you."

You looked at Nash, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you. "Nash, I..." you started, but he interrupted you.

"I know, I know," Nash said, looking down. "You don't feel the same way. I get it."

"Nash, that's not what I was going to say," you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

"It's okay-wait what?"

You smiled softly, scooting closer to him.

"I've had feelings for you for a long time now, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship by telling you. I always felt lots of different emotions and at first I thought I was going crazy but now I get why," you said shyly.

He looked at you, searching your eyes for anything that would betray your words, but all he found was warmth and adoration.

"I would very much like to kiss you." It was his turn to be shy.

You smiled as you inched closer to him. "Well by all means please do."

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed your lips against his. As you deepened the kiss, Nash's hands found their way to your face, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly grew more passionate, fueled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between you two for so long. As you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against Nash's, both of you breathing heavily.

He grinned as he pressed another light kiss on your lips, contentment and love filling him, as he looked at you.

"Do you feel it too?"

You smiled and nodded.

"More than you know."

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Hellooooo I'm back from the dead haha. I wanted to just let you guys know that its just been really hard to find motivation to write for a while and I was pretty depressed but Im doing stuff for me and moving out and going to classes so I feel much better. Hoped you guys enjoyed and im so sorry for taking so long.

Taglist: @khayrrilrainxwells @kirareaper13 @i-dont-care-lol @cursedfaechild @lovepeaceorelse @apsychopathiclllama @samandcolbyfan

#the flash cw #the flash #nash wells #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #xreader #nash wells x reader #nashwellsxreader #fanfiction #fanfic #dc universe #dc fanfic #harrison wells x reader #empath!reader #empath #love confessions #boy crush

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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The Flash Masterlist

🐝 Barry Allen

🐝 Eobard Thawne

🐝 EoWells

🐝 Harry Wells

🐝 HR Wells

🐝 Hunter Zolomon

🐝 Malcolm Merlyn

🐝 Nash Wells

🐝 Savitar

#the flash #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne x y/n #Eowells #eowells x reader #harry wells x reader #hr wells x reader #hunter zoloman #malcolm merlyn #nash wells #nash wells x reader #savitar #barry allen #barry allen x reader

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hiya-itsamber · 7 months

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✩°｡⋆⸜ — pov: you're in love with nash hawthorne + a playlist!

all photos from pinterest <3

#this one is kinda shitty but oh well 😭#nash hawthorne #inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #nash hawthorne x you #nash hawthorne x reader #amber edits #my moodboards

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austarus · 2 years

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News and Updates

Hey, sorry to bother everyone, just wanted to say that today’s my birthday. Yay...

Sorry I’ve been on hiatus for a while, things just haven’t been too well on my end on the road to life. If anything, things have gotten even more complicated. Its gotten so busy that I don’t have the brainpower or the time to write, but I want to get back into it again one day. I’ve been bouncing off ideas and dialogue exchanges with friends. I haven’t forgotten about my Flash fics and the boys. If anything, my partner wanted to start watching The Flash so I’m watching it with him and I’ve just been going to bed with newer and newer ideas and scenarios.

I still have to write the last chapter installment to the Wells-Thawne Series... Even if this fandom dies out, I don’t think I’ll stop rewatching or trying to write fics. I just love the show and the characters in general? I mean I haven’t really watched S7-8 because of... everything going on with the story, but it’s whatever. I’m ok in my little bubble where things are ok. But yes, one day I will return. That’s a promise. Wish me luck and hopefully I don’t end up disappearing forever.

Fin~

#birthday #the flash #the flash cw #harrison wells x reader #eobard thawne x reader #harrison wells #eobard thawne #harry wells x reader #harry wells #hr wells #Sherloque Wells #nash wells #flash fics

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lokiswifeduh · 1 month

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Long Night

Pairings - Roommate!tfatws!Bucky x Fem!Roommate!Reader

Summary - You've been stood up twice in a row now. Bucky is tired of seeing you disappointed. So he takes you on a date.

Warnings - angst, being stood up, angry/annoyed bucky

Notes - I'm horrible at summaries, I know!! This happened to me a couple days ago, wishing I had a Bucky to take me on a date in Brooklyn right about now! Not proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes! Thank you for reading loves!!

WC - 1,750

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"Whatcha gettin' ready for, doll?" Bucky leaned on your bedroom doorframe, watching you straighten your hair in the mirror on top of your dresser.

"I have a date." You smiled, not noticing the slight drop in Bucky's smile.

"Oh, with anyone I know?"

You shook your head. "His name's Nash. Someone Sam set me up with," You explained. "He's supposed to pick me up in twenty minutes."

Bucky internally rolled his eyes. The guys Sam hung around with were nice, yes. However, he never got the guts to take you out on the date you deserved. A date with him.

"Are you sure you want him picking you up?" Bucky asked, making you look back in confusion. "I mean you don't know him that well... You could meet him there or uh, I'll drop you off." You let out a small laugh, "Yeah Buck, I'll just have my male roommate drop me off at a date, that'll go over well."

Bucky shrugged. He walked away from your bedroom to grab a beer from the fridge before sitting on the couch. He turned on whatever channel didn't require him to use the remote too much before slouching into the cushions.

Twenty minutes passed by when you slipped out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

"Wow, doll. You.." Bucky's eyes widened slightly, "You look great."

You grinned, looking down at your outfit. It was basic but it was the most comfortable yet fashionable outfit you had. Black flared leggings with a sage green sweater and some white sneakers. It was simple yet appropriate for a late-night-diner date.

And to top it all off your makeup had cooperated for once. Both eyebrows looked like twins and not sisters. Your highlight was perfect, shimmering, but not too much. And you had the perfect lipgloss that made your lips look sunkissed. Perfect.

"He should be here any minute!" You sprayed some perfume, your favorite vanilla scent, and went to sit in the armchair across from the couch.

Bucky hummed, keeping his eyes on the Tv, taking another sip of beer.

However, twenty more minutes went by and Nash hadn't texted you, hadn't called, and hadn't shown up. Bucky was starting to feel bad and you could tell by the pity looks he kept throwing your way.

"He uhm," Bucky cleared his throat, "Maybe he hit traffic. You know, with it being New York and everything." You nodded, trying to hold onto at least a small bit of hope. "Yeah, traffic." But then another forty minutes went by and he still hadn't even texted.

And then another hour.

And another hour.

By the time Bucky finally turned off the Tv it was three and a half hours since the time Nash was supposed to come pick you up.

You were still sitting in the armchair, having dozed off with a couple tears streaked down your face. Ruining your once-perfect makeup.

Bucky sighed, silently cursing Sam even though he knew it wasn't his fault.

"Alright, doll," Bucky whispered, placing his metal arm behind your back, and lifting your legs with his right. You groaned awake, holding your phone in your palm as you wiped your cheek. "What time is it?" Your eyes shoot open, "Did he show up?" Bucky placed you in your bed, handing you one of his t-shirts you had stolen a while ago. "No, doll. I'm sorry." You stripped your shirt off to change as Bucky went into your bathroom, grabbing a couple of makeup wipes.

"Here." He softly spoke, hating your distraught and disappointed expression.

You wiped your makeup off, shedding a couple more tears in the process. The tears dripped from your cheek to the grey henley Bucky had given you. "It's okay. Maybe he was just busy." Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell you that any respectful man, any gentleman wouldn't have done what Nash did to you. But he kept his mouth shut, opting to hum in your favor, and threw the makeup wipes in the trash when your face was completely bare.

"Goodnight, Doll." He placed a kiss on the crown of your head as you hummed in response. "Goodnight, Buck."

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A couple days later, you finally got a text back from Nash.

"Bucky I was right!!" You came sliding into the kitchen, your socks making it easy to ice-skate on the smooth wood floor.

Bucky chuckled at your ability to skid so gracefully without falling. He had tried it once but vowed to never do it again after he slid into the dining room table. You would never let him live it down.

"Right about what, doll?" Bucky flipped the pancake, adding some vanilla to the dough.

"About Nash! He actually was busy!" Bucky quirked an eyebrow. Wondering why he had waited this long to text you back. Six days to be exact. "Did he say with what?" Bucky turned back to making breakfast.

"He said he got busy with work, and that something at work pissed him off so he didn't wanna see me while he was upset." You explained what Nash had told you.

Bucky had never wanted to hit someone in the face so hard.

Well, actually that wasn't true. But he did want to sock Nash in the face for standing you up and giving you a half-ass excuse days later.

"I mean that explains things, yeah..." Your brows furrowed at Bucky's flat tone. "Do you not believe it?" Bucky sighed, pulling the milk and eggs from the fridge as you sat on the countertop. "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it kinda seems like he forgot and or didn't wanna see you so he made up an excuse a little less than a week later to not seem like a dick." You nodded, taking in the information. Bucky couldn't sense your reaction quite yet, seeing how you were just staring at the ground with your hands in your lap, swinging your legs in the air.

"I mean, I'm seeing him tonight. If everything goes well after then I'll know it really was true."

"You're seeing him again?" You nod, "But this time I'm meeting him at the fourth corner Bakery. And I'm meeting him earlier this time, around noon."

Bucky looked over at the clock, seeing it was already 10:45. "Well you better go get ready," He said almost reluctantly, "Breakfast will be done before you need to leave."

You smiled, hopping off the countertop as you gave Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Buck. You're the best!"

He smiled, but then remembered he's only making you breakfast before you go on a date with a guy who's already stood you up once. Rolling his eyes, he scrambled the eyes, listening to your music in the other room.

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You had already left for your date three hours ago when Bucky decided to go over to see Sam. His excuse was wanting to discuss the next mission they were due to go on in a week. But he just didn't want to sit at home all day, thinking about how you were on a date with another guy.

However, before he could reach Sam's he had to pass by the bakery where you were meeting Nash.

Yet when he looked through the window, there you were, sitting all alone at a table for two, eating a piece of cheesecake. No Nash in sight.

An internal war started in Bucky's mind. Should he go in and see if you were okay? Or should he believe Nash was in the bathroom and you were just sitting by yourself for a minute or two?

But then he noticed the solemn look on your face. The way your fork poked at the half-eaten cake. And that was your favorite kind. Bucky mumbled a soft curse, opening the door to the bakery and making his way over to you.

Without words, he sat down, his gloved hand resting on the table in front of your plate. You kept your head down, not quite looking at Bucky but knowing he was there.

"He didn't show, again." You mumbled. If Bucky didn't have super soldier hearing he doubted he could've heard what you had said.

"I know, doll. I'm sorry." You finally looked up, tears in your eyes which made Bucky's heart clench. "Why me, Buck? Why am I the one who's alone?" Bucky stayed silent, knowing you needed to vent.

"Am I unlovable? Is that what it is? Why does every single one of my friends get to find the one? Get to fall in love, get married, and have kids and I'm the one without someone?!" Your outburst made some other customers look over in concern.

You groaned, resting your head on your hand and hiding your face from the rest of the bakery. "I- uh, I'm not sure, doll. But I know one thing.. you're not unlovable. You just haven't found the one who wants to take the effort to show you how effortless you are to love."

You looked up at Bucky, fresh tears gleaming in your eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. He usually grumped his way through emotions. But not with you, not anymore.

He gave you a sad smile, clearing his throat before he stood, "Y'know what, doll. Let's go." He held out his hand. You looked around, "Where are we going?" Bucky took your palm in his gloved hand, "It's a surprise." You laughed, before standing and throwing the rest of your soggy cheesecake away. "You know how I feel about surprises." "Okay, I'll give you a hint." Bucky opened the door for you, making sure to walk on the side of the road with the bustling cars and traffic. Bucky called a taxi, opening the door for you. "You're about to have the best date of your life." You stared at him in awe before laughing and climbing in the taxi. Bucky's knees barely fit as he scooted in next to you. The driver asked where to go as Bucky licked his lips, "Brooklyn, please." You smiled, "Brooklyn?"

Bucky nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "I may be old but I still know some good spots to take my best girl on a date." A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked over to him. "Your best girl?" Bucky nodded, picking up your hand with his metal one before leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Always and forever, doll."

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moonit3 · 29 days

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How about a Yandere! Monster Mimic, where falling in love with a human reader...

(The mimic is a shapeshifting monster that can transform into an object or anyone it has seen, of course it can revert to its true amorphous form if it wants to.)

another non-human of for my blog? yes, please.

MY NON-HUMAN HUSBAND IS PERFECT!

➽ context warnings: male! yandere but he can shapeshift, fluffy content, gn! reader, mentioned cheating but nothing happening, also there isn’t much warning in this one.

➽ word count: 1.8k

➽ synopsis: your monster husband is the best thing to ever happen to you and there is no way you could forget him for that.

➽ yandere! mimic monster x gn! reader

➽ a/n: so you know when shows/anime have small segments inside the same episode (like saiki kusuo and the way of a househusband)? if the answer is yes, then i can tell you that i have write this since i watch them recently and got in the mood for something different compared to my past works. also, shot out to me if there is any mistaken down here!

tv show!

a soup opera is at the tv and smash can’t take his eyes off the screen, not even hearing you calling him to eat. instead, he just keep changing his appearance every time a new actor show up at the scene.

“nash!” you called him, but falling to gain his attention when he doesn’t even bet an eye at you. “it’s time for dinner, remember?”

no answer, he keep watching the tv on his own as the show continues to show the leads going to a wedding between another characters. the humanoid creature returned to his original form when seeing the groom and the bride kissing each other at the altar, afterwards he turn to see you and it was easy to understand what he wants to learn about the scene.

“to make the marriage officially end, the groom and the bride have to kiss each other after promising to spend their lifes together.” you replied. “but something they don’t work together and split up after. it’s common to happen, just like it happened to my uncle and aunt.”

he nodded, taking your words to consideration before going back to watch the soup opera, but this time with a bowl of rice that he began devouring without hesitation. nash always acts like he hasn’t eaten in days, when in fact, he had breakfast and lunch not long ago.

decided that you won’t dry the dishes for now, you took a place next to nash on the couch, watching the tv with him in silence. without taking his many pairs of eyes of the screen, he pulls you closer by his crawl, making you rest your head at his arm.

a smile grown on your lips when he does that, not only that makes you feel safer, but also relaxes your mind. it’s a sweet reminder that nash cares about you, even though he never spoken a word to you and the fact of him being whatever he is doesn’t change how much you care about him.

the cat

it already the third time that nash ended with his face full of cuts and bruises after another failed attempt of petting the stray cat that comes around home. you would be laughing if the whole event wasn’t sad, well at least, to his eyes.

“don’t cry, baby.” the sniff coming from the creature has become a common scene since the first time the stray cat has visited you and the cat always left after making nash’s face their newest canvas. “i’m sure that one day, the stray will become more docile and let you pet their fur. maybe even entering our house to sleep with us.”

he continues to sob regardless of yours words, but he remains still under your care when applying another band aid to his face. it’s a unique scene to have a two meter creature full of colorful band aids on his face, like he has been a victim of children’s drawing.

after you finished taking care of him, nash move away from your touch and made his way out towards outside the cabin, where he began sunbathing and stare out into the sky. to make sure he won’t get in trouble, you took a seat at the couch from the front porch, watching nash resting the sun and not giving much thought to the the wild animals that live around the cabin.

the breeze hitting your body makes you drowsy and your eyes can’t hold much longer, not after working hours and hours to fix the roof before the winter comes around. a yawn escapes your lips before you start feeling tired and your mind begging you to fall asleep after working long hours, but another side of you is forcing your mind to stay awake to spend more time with nash. and speaking of him, the monster approaches you with something in his arms.

“what it is, nash? another worm or grasshopper?” you asked, but seeing his smile reaching both of his ears confirms that it’s something even better. “show me.”

and he does. in his arms rests the stray cat that has been visiting the cabin for the past few weeks, but today it seems friendly, showing no signs of aggression towards nash as it usually does. because of that, he looks happier with the cat peacefully sleeping in his arms like a baby.

the scene itself is an adorable one, something that could easily come out from a kids’ shows and you could smile at nash for finally befriending the cat. your husband look so happy when snuggling the small animal, almost like he wasn’t crying just moments ago from being rejected from said animal.

the smile on your face grown more on your lips when you patted the stray cat, seeing the tiny animal enjoying being on nash’s laps only made you relaxed more, specially when he sat next to you to let you pat the cat even more.

“do you want to keep it?” he nodded, enthusiastic about the idea. “then, we should get a few things for the little one tomorrow when going to the town. got it?” he nodded again.

another yawn came out of your lips, making nash ware of your tiredness and he adjusted your head to be the one laying on his shoulder. even with your eyes closing, you can feel his form shape into a soft fur that makes you wonder if he knows that you love when he does that.

“im going to take a nap, wake me up in a hour or so…” and with that, you began dreaming on nash’s shoulder and he couldn’t be happier to have you by one side and the cat in the other side of his arm. the two most important things to him in the same place.

the old lady and the store

“i know your secret, young blood.”

your eyes widen open when the old lady’s words reached your ears, it’s only seven in the morning and there is already a problem that you need to solve...did nash got in another trouble with the town people? you hope not.

“my secret?” you played like you didn’t know what she is talking about, pretending to be a fool is an easy job for you. “i think you are mistaken, lady. i am nothing, but a mere normal hunter that lives in the woods.”

she didn’t buy your words, not when a grin suddenly emerged at her thin lips, you could already guess the many words that she would say about nash and you can imagine how the townspeople will hunt down nash. however, you stood quiet in front of the balcony, pretending to be a normal hunter while the old lady just stared at you.

“don’t play the idiot, kid.” she got up from her seat, even being shorter than you, the lady knows how to make her presence known and scary. “i know that young hunters like you always have your dirty secrets inside those wooden cabin.”

you only stared at her, not saying any words as she walked closer to you to take a better look at how shaken you have gotten with her intimidation. it’s hilarious that a hunter would be a the mercy of an old widow lady like her, one that barely hits your shoulder, the others would laugh at this scene.

“tell me, young blood.” her voice is now like a thunder stomping inside your head. there is no other clients at the store, so she didn’t need to low her voice at you. “how many people are you sleeping with?”

…

….

“excuse me? i-i am not sleeping around!”

the old lady laughed at your reaction, not caring if her loudness would reach outside the market, everyone of the town knows better than spying at her. it’s clear to those who could hear outside that you have become her newest victim to her attention and curiosity.

“please, kid.” she patted your shoulder when returning to her seat behind the balcony, this time with the biggest smile you ever saw at her lips. “i know everything about everyone at this small place and i know that you have been *hanging out* around with different people by every week that you comes to the town to sell your goods.”

“you are mistaken, lady!” you tried to make her rethink about the subject, but you quickly realized that she won’t hear you, not when she already looks absolutely certain about your ‘affairs’.

“don’t worry, kid. i won’t tell your husband about it.” she winked, giving you an even big smile when referring about your so called ‘partner’. “after all, i was just like you during my young days. full of beauty and grace, ready to make anyone fall to my feet and trust me, i was good at it~”

her rambling gains an extra awkwardness when you remember that nash did took many humans forms when coming to the town for the past months with you. he would often take different appearances when accompanying you, sometimes he would resemble a bombshell girl from those old magazines or maybe a good looking man from those old spies movies that you often caught him watching instead of sleeping.

well, at the bright side of this situation. the old lady believes you are sleeping around, not that you share the house with someone not human…so things are going good for you, right?

“that’s nice to hear, lady.” your lips curves into an nervous smile when she hands the products and that you quickly put inside your bag, wanting to leave fast as possible. “but i got to go, you know, to meet one of my ‘contacts’.”

she stares at you, again with her classic smile that reaches both of her eyes, “don’t forget to tell me about it when you come back to shop!” and with that, you finally leave the market with your bag full of stuff for the incoming winter.

the path back home was a peaceful one, no wild animals has tried to approach you and the rain didn’t start yet, so nothing has happened during your walk. once you have arrived at the cabin, nash welcomed you with open arms and brought you to a hug and began acting so happy, like you haven’t seen him in years.

nash brings you inside the cabin to show that he didn’t mess with anything during your absence nor has the cat destroyed the interior like you would expected, the small feline is still asleep in the same place you saw before going to the town. showing that he did succeed with his goals, nash helped you organize the things you’ve brought around the house.

it’s always a nice view seeing him becoming taller than you to organize the higher shelves of the kitchen and the storage room. thanks to him, you don’t need to bring the ladder from the basement. and with his assistance, the two of you arranged the foods rapidly and efficiently, leaving time to the two of you relax for the rest of the day.

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urprinceoflove · 8 months

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Part I: Introduction to the Death Clock

Pairing: Nash Wells x GN!Reader, and mentions of EoWells x GN!Reader

Summary: You have eight days to live. You have settled on spending those eight days with your favorite people in the process of trying to redeem yourself and your actions. But will it be enough?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, a cocky reader, Nash being bullied

Word Count: 1,403

A/N: here we go, part one finallyyy. i hope to get this series going as i already have the ideas and whatever its called im blanking. YES.

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You were on your evening walk through the streets of Central City. You hadn’t told anyone on the team that you would be out, which you weren’t quite sure if it was a good or bad idea. You didn’t care either way.

At least, that was until you ran into a metahuman.

“Y/N L/N, I have been looking all over Central City for you.” The voice rang throughout the alleyway that you were cutting through to try to head back towards S.T.A.R. Labs. Obviously, you will not be going back anytime soon. “I don’t know where you have been hiding all of this time, but I suppose tonight is the night for you to repent.”

“Repent?” You asked. “For what?”

“For your crimes! The sins you have committed upon this city.”

“Look,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “To be honest, you sound a lot like the Green Arrow. To which, I don’t mind, of course, but I don’t think he would be too happy knowing that someone is going around pretending to be him…”

“Silence!” The voice called. The person from above the alleyway dropped down in front of you. You weren’t very surprised at their invincibility. The being uplifted a hood that appeared to be over their face. More Green Arrow references. Although, the figure happened to be a woman.

Your eyes widened. “Wow, I honestly didn't expect you to be a woman. Not in a sexist way… women could be vigilantes and Green Arrow wannabe’s as well.”

“Gosh, do you ever stopped talking?” She asked.

“Not really.”

She groaned. “Let me just finish my speech at least…”

“Go ahead.”

“I know of your villainous ways and the crimes you committed are too many times for me to count. The most important to me was you robbing the bank that my father worked at. He was severely injured in that interaction. I will never forgive you for what you did as he has been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”

“Is your father Dr. Wells?”

“What?” The woman stared.

“Harrison Wells, I mean. He was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Actually, I didn’t commit that action the particle accelerator did—”

She cut you off. “That’s besides the point! There is no talking to you…”

“Sometimes.” You admitted. “But I will have you know that I have changed my ways and I am no longer the criminal I used to be. That’s what I have been told anyway…” You trailed off.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I didn’t hear any sincerely in your voice nor did you take this whole interaction seriously.” She sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you left me with no choice.”

A battle? In this alleyway? It was bold, but you were sure that this woman standing before you was a normal civilian. Well, besides her dropping down from a high building and not feeling any pain in her legs. Okay, maybe not a normal civilian so much.

“Okay,” You weren’t a metahuman yourself, but you had some training from your past criminal life as well as Nash as a way to defend yourself. Although you were against fighting, it seems that now was the only time you will allow yourself to. “Bring it on, I guess.” You mumbled.

Though, it was not a battle you expected.

Instead of fighting, the woman’s figure almost seemed to teleport from side to side. You felt her coming up behind you, so you swiftly turned around only to be met with the woman’s hand on your chest.

The world around you had gone dizzy almost as if Rosa Dillon, also known as Top, hit you with her vertigo inducement. Above all, a clock with red numbers making out the time showed.

You woke up in the medical bay in S.T.A.R. Labs.

The heart monitor beeped loudly as you sat up from the hospital bed you were laying on. Nash ran into the room first, making his way to your side.

“Hey, hey,” He set a hand on your chest. “You need to calm down, we are trying to figure everything out.”

His hand on your chest gave you anxiety. You pushed him away from you. Nash stared at you, confused. Caitlin came in shortly after.

“Glad to see you are awake.” Was all she could mutter as she walked over to the heart monitor, disregarding Nash’s existence for now. “We found you in the alley way close to S.T.A.R. Labs. Well, Nash did. Somehow.”

“I was busy with excavation work.”

“You always say that.” Cisco mentioned as he walked into the medbay. “But yeah, he found you.”

“What about the metahuman?” You inquired.

“What metahuman?” Cisco asked, almost failing to hide his excitement.

“I don’t really know who they were. She was wearing a hood and she could teleport. She touched my chest and then I saw a timer in red.” You explained.

Cisco ran out of the medbay to grab his metahuman binder before returning immediately. He flipped through the cards.

“Ah-ha!” Cisco pulled out one of the cards from the binder. “Lifespan, also known as Theresa Vences. She uses her powers to set a death timer on her victims.”

“A what?” Nash stared at Cisco.

“A death timer.” Cisco repeated. “What did the time say when you saw it?”

You shook your head. “192 hours?”

“That’s eight days.” Caitlin confirmed.

“Wait, I only have eight days to live?” You asked. Your heart monitor started to beep faster.

Nash came forward to calm you. “I know that we will find a cure for this. Don’t worry about it, Y/N…”

“Don’t worry about it? How would you feel if you were on a timer, Nash!” You snapped.

The mythbuster took a step back. You were pissed off at your shortened lifespan, sure, but he felt there was no need for you to get mad at him as he was not the one who planted the timer on you.

“Nash is right. There’s no need to start a ruckus.” Caitlin chimed in.

“Oh, whatever.” You muttered under your breath. You removed the heart monitor off your finger as the beeping noises became almost obnoxious for you. You removed yourself from the room and walked down the hallway away from the medbay and most importantly the cortex. Nobody had said a word to you as you were leaving. There was no point. The only person who followed you down the hallway was, of course, Nash.

You had a hand on your head as you stopped in front of the Time Vault.

“What do you want, Nash?”

“I just want to help you out. I know the stuff that you are going through right now is difficult.”

“I am sure you do.” You mocked, not bothering to turn around to see the man. You put a hand on the Time Vault, opening the secret door.

Nash opened his mouth to speak, but shut it immediately. There was no point.

The Time Vault door shut in Nash’s face as you were already comfortable in the room.

Day one began.

“Going down this path will bring great darkness into your soul.” Eobard warned. “The negative speed force may entice you now, but I am a prisoner in this cell.” He put his hands on your shoulders. “Please promise me that you won’t make the same mistake I did.”

“I can’t promise something I know I won’t keep.” You admitted.

“At least you are honest.” Eobard removed his hands off your shoulders and took a few steps away. He sighed. “Won’t you just run away with me instead, Y/N? We could both run away from this villainous path, for all I want is to be with you.”

You were silent. You loved the man, but you couldn’t help but just walk away from your life. The life that you wanted to live. You loved the thrill and adventure of the crimes that you committed. Giving all of this up for him just seemed absurd to you. Yes, love may make you do crazy things, but in this case it seemed love was only affecting the mind of Eobard Thawne; not you.

Eobard stared into your eyes for a short moment. And in that moment he realized; he lost you.

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sarawritestories · 8 months

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His Nightmare Part 3

Nash Wells X Female Reader

Her Nightmare

Part 1, Part 2

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A/N: This story absolutely has a mind of its own now I was hoping this would be a 3 part max and turns out our Adventurer would like some more screen time and if the ideas keep flowing I'm going to keep writing them. I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: Nash and Y/N are reunited and have a date under the stars. Everything is going well, almost too well only to find out it was only just a dream.

Content Warning: Angst, a nightmare, light at the end of the tunnel but they are not out of the woods yet, Close to happily ever after, but not yet. Teasing of a happily ever after.

Tags: @eonash @twilightlover2007 @yetanotherwells @achromaticerebus

Nash woke up in the Dorm of S.T.A.R Labs, hands-free, with nothing in between his teeth to prevent him from speaking. He looked out the window to see that the sun was setting with hues of red and pink. He looked over to the other bed to find it empty and made. He stands up and puts on his T-shirt and heads to the cortex. As he approaches the cortex he runs into Cisco. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice to see you awake.” He leans in closer as Nash is trying to orient himself and the dream, about being Thawne’s captive. “There is a beautiful woman in the cortex who is going to be thrilled to see you awake.”

Nash smiled and pressed a hand on his shoulder, “Thank you, Ramon, how long was I out for?”

Cisco shrugged, “You were out for about 2 days. We were worried about you man especially, Y/N.”

He nodded and entered the cortex. The waft of Y/N’s perfume permeated Nash’s nose and a sense of comfort washed over him. He smiled and placed a hand on his chest taking in the woman who was chatting with Barry, A Pink checkered dress accentuated her curves. “I heard someone missed me while I was asleep.” Barry and Y/N’s head snapped up, her grin warming his heart, missing how she could light up a room just by being in it compared to the darkness he’d been in before. In a blink she had jumped into his arms as he grabbed her head, bringing her closer to his chest, laying his head on top of her own.

“I’m glad you’re awake, Indiana.” She whispered. She pulled away enough to look at him, cupping her hand to his cheek. “How are you, Handsome?”

“Feeling good ready to take on the day.” He smiled as she got bashful as an idea formed in the adventurer’s head. “Hey, Angel, meet me at Jitter’s at sundown? I got a surprise for you.” He released her as she nodded, “Perfect, I’ll see you then.” He looked up at Barry and gave him a curt nod as he exited the cortex.

~Later that evening~

Nash was waiting outside the coffee shop as Y/N approached and he smiled and a blanket and bag of Big Belly Burger in his other hand, her favorite order in his possession. She furrowed her brow slightly. “What’s all this?”

Nash shrugged, “A date under the stars. I wanted to apologize for pushing you away.” Y/N pressed her hand against her chest.

“Nash, I don’t know what to say, truly, there was no apology to be had.” She gripped his arm, her eyes glistening in the golden hour sun. “Though I appreciate the sentiment. I will never say no to the offer of Big Belly Burger.”

He offered up his arm for her to take, and she slipped her arm through his as he led her to the public park. Leading her up to the top of one of the hills, he laid the blanket down at the hilltop. Sitting down he patted the spot next to him dangling the greasy fast-food bag.

She laughed and sat next to him as the two began to eat their food and bask in the presence of each other. They talked about various topics and watched as the sun made its descent and the moon lit up the park in a faint white glow. Nash took this moment to lay back and stare up at the stars. Y/N followed suit and lay next to him, as they enjoyed the comfortable silence they had fallen into. Nash could feel Y/N’s eyes on him and met her gaze. She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around herself, snuggled closer to him.

Y/N smiled kindly to the adventurer; her hand splayed on his chest as they lay on the blanket, he set out for them. The evening was quiet, the only sound was the crickets singing their soundtrack of a summer night. The air was warm with a crisp breeze that caused the couple to huddle close together. Nash had a protective arm around Y/N’s waist, rubbing circles with his thumb against the material of her pink and white checkered dress. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” Y/N whispered as she placed her head on his chest, replacing her hand.

Nash kissed the crown of her head, “Me too. Nothing to worry about except maybe the bugs crawling up your leg.” And begins moving his fingers simulating a spider crawling up her causing Y/N to thrash in his arms her laughter consuming the air. Nash found himself smiling and moved himself to straddle Y/N and begin his assault tickling both of her sides. Her laughter grew and Nash paused, letting her catch her breath. He presses his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and taking in this woman in his arms. “You are amazing, Angel.” He opened his eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, placing a light kiss on her nose eliciting a giggle. His heart warmed at the sweet sound.

“So why did you leave me?” He furrowed his brown as Y/N scowled at him. “You abandoned me, Nash, when I needed you most.”

Nash pushed himself off the young meta and backed away as she sat up her eyes morphing from her beautiful eye color to being consumed by red as she crawled toward him. “You abandoned me, as you did with Alegra, you hurt everyone you come in contact with Nash,” her voice becoming distorted. “Nash, Nash! Wake up, Nash!”

Nash awoke with a jolt, back in the dark confines of his mind, familiar pair of eyes met his own, “Wake up, Nash,” Y/N smiled her face a little dirty, but she gave him a warm smile, “Hi, Indiana.” She pulls the gag out of his mouth, Nash’s tongue and throat dry making it hard for him to do anything other than cough as Y/N untied his hands. Wasting no time, he wrapped the woman in his arms and gripped her close. “Nash...” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

In a cracked voice of his own, he murmured in her ear, “I never thought I would see you again, Angel.” He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands wiping away the tears that streaked through the dirt on her face. A scream caused the pair to look over to see Thawne yelling at Barry who is holding him off.

“Nash, listen you need to take back control of your body,” Nash’s gaze met back to hers. She gripped his hands which were still cupping her face. “You must confront your biggest fear. Nash, it’s the only way to beat Thawne, Barry and I can’t interfere.” She grips his hands, pulls them from her face, and rises to her feet helping him stand as well. They look toward the cave that is emulating a white piercing light. The pair walk toward the mouth of the cave.

“Angel, I don’t know if I can do this.” He squeezes her hand gazing at her.

“Nash, I know you can handle whatever is on the other side.” She meets his kind blue eyes. “Then you can come home to me.”

Nash brashly brought her closer and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. “Just a little bit longer, Angel. I promise to come home and kiss you again.” He walked toward the cave slowly releasing Y/N’s hand until it fell into her side and made his way into the cave alone.

To be continued...

#the flash cw #harrison wells #nash wells #nash wells x reader #the flash fanfiction #notsohappyending #councilofwells

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eonash · 2 years

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Headcannon or scenario with the Wells boys getting a handmade crocheted blanket as a gift. 💞 Something I love doing for others

i took it one step further and may have.. possibly made it so that all the wells recieve different crocheted gifts. i hope that is okay, enjoy! 😄 ALSO THANKS TO @yetanotherwells FOR THE TITLE IDEA

Hooked on Love (Headcanon)

All!Wells (EoWells, Harry, HR, Sherloque, Nash, Timeless/OG) x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff (and bad humour from, I)

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EoWells

• You would see Eobard sitting in his famous wheelchair by the fireplace. You would tiptoe over, holding your gift close to you, smiling to yourself. As you neared the man, he would turn his head a bit at you. You both would greet each other. Then, you would excitedly place a wrapped gift in Eobard’s lap. The man would raise an eyebrow at you, and you could roll your eyes, telling the man to just open the gift.

• Eobard would oblige, slowly taking apart the wrapping paper that protected the gift.

• As he began to unravel it, he noticed a sort of knitted hat? Taking it out and looking more clearly now, a dark blue crochet beanie was seen. Eobard held it in his hands soothing it over.

• He would tell you how beautiful it was and how much he loved it already. Of course, the man would definitely wear this cute beanie all winter long.

Harry

• Harry would be situated in his own lab, writing something on his whiteboard. You would knock on the door frame, causing the man to hold the marker over his head, getting ready to throw it. As he spun around, he would notice you instead and his eyes would soften.

• You would end up asking the man what was with such a violent gesture as he replies that he simply thought you were Cisco. You would nod in understanding, while holding back a laugh. As you step forward towards him, the gift in your arms would become obviously noticeable.

• You would tell Harry that it is just a gift for him and hand it to him. The man would look down at the gift and back at you before taking it into his hands. He would unwrap the present with ease. When he took out the gift, he turned it around and looked it up and down awkwardly.

• He finally figured out that they were indeed crochet fingerless gloves! He would smile down at them and tell you what amazing work you have done with them. This would make you feel warm in the face.

• You would find HR at Jitters (of all places), he would be enjoying a nice cup of coffee and peek his head up more over to the door here and there. Expecting you. You caught his eyes and the man instantly stood from his spot, waving you down (a very embarrassing gesture).

• You would walk over to the man anyways, holding your gift behind your back. HR would grow suspicious, trying to look around you to see what you had. Though, you would not let him.

• You sat the man down at the Jitters table, moving his many coffee cups to the side. You set down the gift and allowed him to go on ahead to open it up.

• HR, being the excited man he is, would not wait a millisecond time to not try and open the gift immediately.

• You would smile at the man as he took the gift out of its wrapping. A black crocheted sweater would be revealed to him. Without waiting another second, HR flung the sweater onto himself. He would hold it to himself tightly before looking over to you. He would thank you, pulling you into a hug.

• You would smile at the energetic man.

Sherloque

• Sherloque was standing behind the lounge bar. He was rummaging through the cabinets, refrigerator, and what-not. You walked towards the seating by the bar and set down your gift. The Frenchman would then turn around, holding all the ingredients in his hands. He would greet you loudly, setting down all the items he would use later (even when he had already made enough tea as seen by the MANY cups of tea scattered around).

• You wouldn’t mention the cups and instead divert Sherloque’s attention to the gift you had for him. The Frenchman would seem intrigued at first and take the gift from you. When he had the gift unwrapped, he was surprised to see a crochet scarf. The man would smile at you, thanking you for the gift and mentioning that he would cherish it forever.

• He then offered you a cup of tea, but (remembering from beforehand) you kindly declined the gesture. Sherloque would shrug and continue to sip his tea anyways.

Nash

• As you walked into the cortex looking for the geological mythbuster, you would hear a sort of slight banging sound from in front of you. Looking forwards, you noticed that the closet (where The Flash’s suit would be), held a silhouette that seemed to be banding on the door.

• You slowly approached the button to open said closet. Nash, about to fall over, caught himself and straightened up. He noticed you in the room and greeted you, waving his hand at you. You giggled softly and said hello.

• Nash noticed you had something in your hands and asked what it was for, you would nod and go on to give Nash your gift. The man would tear open the gift immediately.

• Your gift would reveal a cute crochet raccoon beanie.

• Nash would stare at the beanie for a few moments and look back up at you. You could tell the man was wondering something. You would shrug, walking over to the man. You would take the beanie out of Nash’s hands and gesture for it to be set on his head.

• Nash would slowly put the beanie over his head. Once if it was situated, you would smile at him and call him the cutest trash panda ever.

Timeless/OG

• You would walk into the speedlab looking to find a certain someone. There he was, the original Harrison Wells working on some project for the time being.

• You would approach the man to give him a gift of his own. A neatly wrapped blanket with a lovely ribbon holding it all together (a fluffy bow placed on top). As you neared him, Harrison would turn to you, first nodding his head in greeting and then noticing the blanket in your hands.

• You would tell the man that it was a gift from you to him. He would get excited, coming closer to you now and taking the blanket out of your hands.

• He knew this was the perfect present for his own wife!

#the flash #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #eobard thawne #eowells #harry wells #hr wells #sherloque wells #nash wells #timeless wells #harrison wells x reader #eowells x reader #harry wells x reader #hr wells x reader #sherloque wells x reader #nash wells x reader #timeless wells x reader

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urwifebabes · 1 month

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*casually treats this like getting a BigMac from McDonald's /j*

can I get uhhhhhh.hh..... a DogDay smut fic with.. F!Reader.. an uh... Dogday has an abombinal breeding..kink?????

“Have my fuckin’ pups, please?”

what I listened to writing this ‼️

Relationship(s): Dogday x Bat!reader

Warning(s): smutt, breeding ur lil cunnie

The kids had finally went to sleep and you and Dogday had smiled at eachother, high-fiving. you guys had cleaned up the mess the kids had made. you bending over to pick things up, Dogday couldn’t help the tent in his fur. he quickly finished his side and wished you a goodnight, heading to his home. that was very unlike him. he usually walked you home, no matter how tired he was.

Dogday was wide awake in the middle of the fucking night. he was hard as a rock, thinking about the way, he could see your pretty little pussy’s indent everytime you had bent over to pick up pencils and crayons while you both were cleaning. he growled as he fucked his fist, squeezing it tightly. wishing it was your cunt. he whimpered as he thrusted his hips faster, cumming to the thought of you.

he had came in his hand twice, and his cock still stood at full attention. he whimpered knowing he needed you. now. he hurriedly got out of bed and zipped his dick up. he headed over to your place. he looked at the door. it was pitch black out, but he knew you’d be up. you were always up at night. don’t ask how he knew that.

he knocked softly. no answer. he knocked again. no answer. he sighed, thinking you might have went to bed tonight. he started to turn on his heels but the door had opened, a quiet creak being heard. you were standing in the door. he looked at you and his mouth physically drooled. you stood in all your glory. your nipples were hard through the T-shirt and your plush thighs were laced together with slick. he could only think that you were playing with yourself as well. he smirked, you didn’t have on your ‘other fur’ to hide your body from him? how slut like.

he quickly pushed you inside, groping at your body and your chest. you tried to talk him out of it. but why talk him out of it when you wanted him just as bad? “d—dogday wait- what happened?— ah, mm~” he had silenced you with another plush kiss. he couldn’t wait a moment more and unzipped his fur, letting his hot hard and lengthy cock hit his leg. he stopped kissing you as you looked down, your face hot. “t—that won’t fit!” “we’ll make it fit.” Dogday said as he used his free hand to lay you on your couch after pushing the pillows off of it. he had grabbed his length, stroking gently before he pushed the tip inside you, you had already been this wet? he wondered why. he knew it had to be him, noticing the dogday themed dildo on your counter.

Dogday growled as his hips slapped against yours. the sounds erotic and lewd. he sucked against your chest as you pulled on his fur. he looked up at you with his pretty love sick eyes as he whispered.

“have my fuckin’ pups, please.”

He whispered as you felt him dump his cum deep inside your womb. you moaned in pure pleasure as each thick rope of cum poured deep into you. that didn’t stop him though, his hips kept moving. “m—make me a mommy, Dogday~!” you didn’t have to tell him twice. his thrusts moved with purpose, only one purpose. to give you his babies. you were in for it and you knew it. you belonged to him and him alone.

A/N : loll, sorry this is so short. I hope this is what you were hoping for though.

TAGS: @2faced-fairy

#dogday x reader #smiling critters x reader #reader insert #reader x character #reader x crush #dogday x reader x catnap #smut #catnap #catnap x reader #dogday #dogday poppy playtime #breeding k1nk #submisive and breedable #sexy tease #sexy content #sexy beast #sexy beauty

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jgracie · 18 days

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HOW YOU GET THE CURL

masterlist | rules

❝ idk if you’d do percy but with curly blonde hair (like pjo series ver perce) but if you do, i’d love a fic where he teaches y/n how to maintain curly hair (she doesn’t have curly hair) cause he loves the idea of her taking care of him ❞ — anon

in which percy teaches you how to take care of curly hair

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings none

on the radio . . . romeo & juliet (peter mcpoland), san fransisco (be sure to wear some flowers in your hair) (scott mckenzie), sunflower, vol 6 (harry styles), slow dancing (aly & aj), our house (crosby, stills, nash & young)

an can someone pls tell me the titles sooo smart and funny 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

“Honey, I’m home!” As soon as you heard Percy yell those words from your front door, you left the comfort of the couch and ran into his arms. He immediately put his bags down and picked you up, twirling you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

Life in New Rome couldn’t be any better. After the two of you got into the same university, your parents bought you an apartment to share so you wouldn’t have to be separated in university dorms, knowing all too well how you were attached at the hip. You had cried at the gesture, and Percy held you in his arms as he, too, held back tears.

A wide grin on his face, he asked, “how’s my favourite girl?” As he unpacked everything he’d bought that day, you gave him a rundown of your day. It was pretty mundane - some reading, some studying - but he listened as if you were describing the plot to a sci-fi movie. Your eyes quickly took in everything laid out on the counter, mostly groceries, and landed on one bottle.

You picked it up and read the label while Percy explained what it was, happy you were amused, “that’s a new curl cream. The one I’ve been using’s a little too heavy for my hair, always weighing my curls down. I think I’m gonna try it today, do you wanna do the honours?”

“Honours of what?” You asked, confused. You didn’t have curly hair, so you didn’t know much about the effort that went into taking care of it, just that it required a lot of different products and was incredibly laborious, according to Percy. His curls were really cute though, so in your opinion, the labour was worth it.

Making his way over to you and wrapping his arms around you, Percy batted his eyelashes, “of trying it on me. I’ve been thinking, babe, you need to know how to do curly hair for when we have kids! Curly hair genes run strong in my family, so I wouldn’t be surprised if our kids inherit them.”

You felt your face heat up as you thought about having kids with Percy, then smiled fondly when you realised what he was doing. Percy’s always been incredibly shy about wanting to be cared for. No matter how many times you’d tell him you didn’t mind giving him a massage or going over his maths homework, he’d always try to conceal his true intentions with some other lame excuse, like now.

“Okay! Let’s go do it now,” you said, dragging him over to your bathroom. You grabbed a stool for him to sit on and stood between him and the bath, hand-held shower head in hand (I hope this setup makes sense LOL). Making sure the water was the perfect temperature, you began rinsing his hair, careful to make sure no water dripped down his body. While you did so, Percy told you about his day. You always loved his knack for storytelling, your boyfriend never failed to find a way to make anything sound interesting.

Next, you squirted some of his shampoo on your hand and began lathering it in his hair. You felt Percy relax and smiled, glad he was content, “it’s okay to want to be taken care of, Perce. I’ll do it gladly,” you mumbled absentmindedly, to which he simply hummed. As you conditioned his hair, he began to doze off, which made you reconsider using the cream. You didn’t trust yourself to use it without his guidance, but didn’t want to wake him up.

In the end, you decided on disrupting his sleep, since you knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he slept now, “how do I do this?”

Percy took your hand and squirted some of the cream into your open palm, “rub it into both hands, then scrunch it into my hair.” You did as you were told, your hands light as too little was better than too much, in case you did something wrong.

When Percy looked into the mirror, he turned to you and smiled, “hey, you’re a natural! You should do this all the time” He asked, his eyes bleary. You would do this a million times if it made him this happy every single one of them.

After the cream came the gel, which was a lot easier since it was the same scrunching motion as before. You were a little apprehensive when Percy told you to put it in, since you didn’t think crunchy curls were the outcome. However, it all made sense during the final stage: the hair oil.

“This, my love, is what stops them from being all crunchy. Just lightly pass it over my hair,” Percy explained, pouring the tiniest amount of oil into your palm. You recognised the scent - it smelled like home, like him.

You finished and admired your work. Percy was right, you were pretty good at taking care of curly hair. After running his fingers through his hair a couple times to loosen the curls up the way he liked, Percy gave you a hug, kissing your head thousands of times and saying a muffled, “thank you,” into your hair.

Nothing was more blissful than this. Well, until you smelt something burning.

Pulling away from you, Percy asked, “did you make something?” You wracked your brain for an answer then gasped, remembering what it was. Running to the kitchen with Percy behind you, you quickly pulled the cookies you were baking - once blue, now black - out of the oven.

“I wanted to surprise you with these!” You said, disappointed.

Fighting the urge to cough, Percy picked one up and bit into it, grimacing for a second before smiling and holding a thumbs up, “it’s really unique, I’ve never tasted anything like these. You definitely did surprise me!” He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice Rolling your eyes, you discarded the cookies and replied, “oh, shut up, Perce”

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson drabble #cynwrites

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Bobby Nash x reader - our own family

Heyyy, if you ever find the time could you please make a hurt/comfort bobby nash x platonic!reader who is a fighter based off of the prompt “ I’m not your dad” “I know…do you know that”. I’d love some more bobby as a parental figure material please and thank you. 😊 - @purplecrayola 💜

You had woken up in the hospital, you didn’t have much recollection on how you ended up there or why.

Everything was still really hazy, and but the pain you could feel radiating from your abdomen was definitely real, you could feel it.

It wasn’t bad, maybe the IV in your arm had something to do with that, you had no clue.

You laid there taking small breaths, just staring up at the ceiling, and you heard the door open.

“Hello…?” You asked softly.

You didn’t want to risk sitting up, so you waited for the nurse to come over, and she smiled warmly at you.

“Well hey you, you’re awake again.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“A..again…?”

“Yes, you woke up a week ago, not for long, only a few minutes. Can you sit up for me?”

You nodded, and the nurse helped you in slowly sitting up.

She checked your vitals, took some blood and checked your injury sight.

“Do you.. do you know what happened to me?”

“You came in about two weeks ago, you had major trauma to your abdomen. Do you not remember?”

You thought for a moment, forcing the memories to come to light.

You remembered the flames, you had been called out to a huge fire at a construction site, where a couple of people were said to still be inside the building.

You had gone in to try and find them, you were with Eddie and Hen.

You heard a loud creaking noise, and you barely had time to react when scaffolding fell, and then you remembered the pain.

People screaming your name.

Rain hitting your face.

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

Was it rain?

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your head to look at the nurse.

“Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

“No I uh.. I remember what happened…”

She nodded her head.

“We need to keep you in for another few days, but after that you can go home, would you have anybody you can stay with?”

“I uh.. my chief, Bobby Nash. Has he been here?”

“Oh yes, comes by every day after work.”

“Can you ask him if he can take me? I live closer to him so it’ll be easier.”

She smiled, nodding her head and you went back to think.

While you were thinking, you went back to the last thing you remembered.

You were sure it wasn’t rain, it wasn’t supposed to rain that night, maybe it was water from the trucks? But that didn’t make sense.

Why would they keep you so close to the trucks if you had been hurt?

You shook your head, taking a sip of the water that was put next to you.

You shuffled back down, deciding to get some more sleep.

You spent a lot of the time sleeping, up until the point where Bobby came to take you home, and you still sat in your own head.

He helped you to your apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch.

“I’ve been given a strict list of what medications you’re supposed to take and when, how to look after your wound and signs of infection.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Right now you need some food that isn’t hospital food.” He smiled.

This made you laughed a little bit.

“Can we order Chinese?”

“Oh no, you’ve got to stay away from takeout right now. So, we’re going to do some simple chicken and rice and see how that goes.”

You grumbled a little bit but said nothing.

Bobby walked to your kitchen.

“I did some shopping before coming to get you.”

“I have food.”

“You have meals you throw in the microwave, we’ve been through this (Y/N) that’s not healthy.” He scoffed.

“But cooking is effort.”

“You live five minutes away from me, you could just come over you know.”

You shrugged a little bit, shuffling down so you could lay down and you placed a hand over your stomach.

You closed your eyes, the pain medicine taking hold, letting you fall asleep again.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but somebody was gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey kiddo, hey.., come on..” Bobby whispered.

You opened your eyes, and you stared at him.

“It was you…”

“What was?”

Bobby helped you sit up, placing your dinner in your lap.

“I.. I thought it was raining, but it was you, crying. I.. I said something but I can’t remember what. I’m trying to remember the accident.”

“Don’t rush yourself (Y/N), you went through a lot. Just let it come back naturally.”

Bobby sat down with his own dinner, and you looked at him.

“What did I say bobby?”

He sighed.

“You called me your dad.”

You glanced back down at your plate, that part of the accident rushing back to you.

You were begging and pleading about how you didn’t want to die, about how much it hurt, begging Bobby not to leave you.

You kept calling him dad.

Bobby cleared his throat, and you looked up at him.

“I’m not your dad”

You nodded your head a little.

“I know…do you know that?”

He looked at you confused.

“You’ve been sleeping in my hospital room, the nurse told me. That’s not something a chief does for his fighters.”

“You don’t like being alone. That’s why you’ve got a cat, who by the way will be returned in the morning by Chim.”

“That doesn’t change what I said…”

“We’re not talking about this.”

You nodded your head, setting your plate down, not having touched a single thing on it.

“I’m really tired…”

You pushed yourself up with a great deal of pain, hand over your stomach.

You slowly padded away, making your way to your room and you laid down on your back, placing an arm over your eyes.

You didn’t mean to get annoyed at him, but on the medication and the pain you weren’t thinking right now.

Bobby stayed in your living room, truth be told you were like a kid to him, but right now that was a conversation for later.

His main thought was making sure you got better

#911 fandom #911 imagine #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 x reader #911 x you #Bobby Nash #Bobby Nash x reader #Bobby Nash x you #Bobby Nash imagine

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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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Hi!, I hope you’re doing okay I know Finals can be stressful, but I hope everything going great :).

I saw that you were doing requests again so I was wondering if we can get a fluffy fic with Buck and Reader having their wedding and Reader also announce at the wedding that she’s pregnant!

Also can you make Bobby the father of Reader :)

la vie en rose - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x nash!reader

a/n: thank you for the request, you guys are wicked creative and i love reading them 🩶 were 1/7 finals done so we’re getting back in the groove 💪

y/n’s hair fell down in light curls on her shoulders, her face done in light makeup. a veil fell down her back and on her white, luscious dress. the time, the money, and love put into this day had finally come to a start. and y/n and buck couldn’t be more excited.

buck could jump up and down at the thought of her having his last name. his last name will on her license, her cards, their kids, next to hers. he could explode from excitement when he looks at the stupendous ring that he picked out. y/n looked at hers the same way, the silver band with minute gems on the middle screamed bucks name. she didn’t want to see it anywhere else but on his left hand.

marriage is a vast milestone in one’s life. the second buck, who proposed in an incredible buck way, got down on one knee, he knew he made the right choice. the rest of his life was meant to be with this woman. and he knew the rest of his life with her would be the best of his life.

standing in front of each other at the ceremony, being an emotional man who just can’t get enough love, bucks eyes welled up with tears the second he saw her flashing smile and radiant eyes. she looked absolutely heavenly, as always, but something was particularly different this time. the bewitching scenery around them and the aesthetic venue has perfectly made the night. watching y/n walk down the isle with her father, bobby, linked arm to arm with her made bucks already massive heart grow ten sizes.

bobby was always buck’s second father. he was there for him always, giving him proper guidance and acceptance that buck always needed growing up. when his own dad couldn’t do that for him, bobby picked up the pieces. bobby couldn’t be happier. his daughter was so happy with buck, and that’s all he wanted for the both of them. having bobby as a mentor made buck a better person, and bobby as a father made y/n the perfect daughter.

y/n’s own tears begin to rise into her eyes when she sees buck, dressed neatly in his black suit. eddie was standing next to him with christopher and a few of bucks good friends. maddie had stood in her alluring bridesmaids dress. y/n and maddie connected so well, and seeing buck perk up whenever she came into a room made maddies heart soar of happiness and delight.

they stood before the officiator, who was reading off things to buck that were almost nonsense. he had memorized everything, as he knew that her beauty would capture him and he couldn’t process anything else.

“i, evan buckley,” buck says. “take you, y/n y/l/n as my lawful wife.”

“to have and to hold, for better or for worse,” y/n speaks gently, locking eyes with her soon-to-be husband.

“in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish.”

“until death do us part,” they finish off their traditional vows and look to the guests. maddie is bawling her eyes out, trying not to make a peep. bobby is better at hiding his tears, hand in hand with athena as he sits in front row, watching his little girl become a wife. eddie and chimney have a smile wider than the horizon and hen and her wife watch in admiration of the couple. ravi, had been quietly cheering in the front row as well, cooling down his ‘life of the party’ personality until the end of the ceremony.

before the priest can finish his sentence about the first kiss, buck grabs the back of y/n’s neck and pulls her into a deep kiss, placing his other hand on her hip. they’ve kissed more times than they can count, but sparks will forever fly every time. this one is particularly special, for it commemorates the rest of their lives together.

the newlyweds step down and walk back down the isle while holding hands and sniffling shamelessly.

the after party was sick, open bars and decor with the live band. the first dance was magical, everyone feeling the love from buck and y/n radiate through the huge room. the circular tables were placed throughout the room, with the entire 118 at one table. they’d formed one table, and the buckleys had intentionally put all their friends name tags around one table. the caterers at the wedding had set up everywhere, and they couldn’t imagine a better night.

chimney came back with ravi and bobby, all of them hauling several drinks over, handing the biggest ones to y/n and buck. “for the husband and wife!” bobby says, placing the cocktails down in front of them. y/n stared at the drinks in front of her, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. she’s never been one to back out, which kind of alarmed the rest of the team.

y/n had been experiencing extreme fatigue for the past few weeks, and the concern of her health was so important to her. she wasn’t sure if her dad could take the loss of another child. she had been the only one to survive the fire, and the two of them were left to fend off of each other. her pregnancy was quite random, her and buck were getting married in just a few weeks. y/n didn’t know how she was going to hide it, but eventually, the anxiety was drowned out by excitement. they knew they wanted a family, it just happened sooner than they thought.

“oh, i’m alright, ravi,” she politely declines, causing confusion from her husband and her friends.

“c’mon, y/n! it’s your wedding day!” hen cheers on, pushing the drink back closer to her.

“yeah, you ok?” buck asks, quietly to not make his new wife overwhelmed.

“guys, really,” y/n smiles, looking down at her hands. “i’m fine, just not in a drinking mood.”

“you’re allowed to have a drink, y/n. you never get this day back,” bobby encourages her to have one to celebrate the new chapter in her life, but the new addition is more important.

“no, i’m not allowed to.”

everyone looks at her like she has ten heads, surprised that she’s not going all out on her wedding night.

“i cant because i’m pregnant,” she finishes, looking at buck first. his mouth was wide open, his chin on the floor.

“s-sorry, what?” she looks at bucks nervous face and nods. “oh! oh, my god?” he kisses her again, not knowing any other words to describe how he feels. hen let’s out a sharp squeal, before jumping up into y/n’s arms, almost knocking her out of the chair. maddie, who no one thought could cry so much, starts sobbing even more because her little brother became a husband and a parent in one day. y/n makes eye contact with her teary-eyed father, clutching hands with his own wife.

hen pulls away, and y/n says, “dad?”

“i, i don’t know what to say, y/n. other than i’m proud of you. and you’ve been the perfect daughter, and you’re going to be the perfect mom.”

“to your grandchild!” chimney pokes fun at bobby, who sips his club soda.

“don’t remind me, chim,” he says jokingly pointing out his age.

y/n and buck can’t peel their eyes away, and buck finds his hand migrating to her current no-bump stomach. “i love you so much, thank you, thank you!” buck says, over and over again.

“i love you to the moon, darling. i picked the best man, and i know you’ll be the best dad,” y/n grins, her cheeks becoming sore from the repeated smiles. “i still can’t believe you’re not a dream.”

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