#no cause it’s the way that i’d melt if i saw this look in person

[prescottsgirl]

“you have to stop falling in love with people who don’t even know you exist.” okay but also have you seen this neve campbell look?

#no cause it’s the way that i’d melt if i saw this look in person #i’m barely keeping myself together through a phone #neve campbell #wlw #scream #wild things #sidney prescott #lesbian #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #the craft #suzie toller #bonnie harper

[changbinsboiledegg]

Hii Can u so idol ENHYPEN reaction to giving there idol s/o a hickey? Love your world btw!!!

Heyoo thank you so much!!! 🥹 And thank you for your request! 🫶🫶

Idol! Reader X Enhypen Hyung line

MDNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Hickeys, making out, petname usage? Fluff if you squint I think.

Note: Me personally, I’d go on hiatus. No but the way my search history is 'how to hide a hickey' mf, apparently they last 2 days-2 weeks?? Definitely going on hiatus LMAO. Anyways, if no one told you today, ily 🫶

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Heeseung

You were panicking as soon as you saw the fresh hickey— courtesy of Heeseung— on the side of your neck.

“Damnit…” you tried to think if ways to hide it. There was always makeup, but that had the tendency to wash off or smear if you weren’t careful enough.

You called the culprit, demanding he help with what he caused. Heeseung answered your call on the first ring.

“Back for more?” You could hear the smirk in his tired voice.

“No! You left a mark on me!” You looked at the door to the bathroom, hoping no one heard.

“Yeah?” Heeseung yawned. You groaned, “I have to MC today!”

“I’m on my way.” He sounded as if he were in a hurry now and hung up. You ran to your room and looked for something, anything.

You found a choker, thick enough to hide Heeseung’s mark left on you.

Jay

He knew what he was doing when he gave you the hickeys trailing down your chest, some on your stomach and even some on your thighs.

You were too lost in the heat of the moment to care where he left any hickeys, but man, were you grateful when you saw that he left the in places that were easily covered up by your outfits the stylist gave you for your groups comeback.

“I was scared I would have to explain to the stylist that my boyfriend left a bunch of marks on my body.” You murmured against Jay’s lips the moment filming and recording was done.

Jay smirked against yours, “I told you you wouldn’t need to worry.”

“Hm, I don’t remember that.” You kissed him again, melting further into his arms. Jay chuckled, “because you were busy saying my name over and over again.”

Jake

“I don’t think smearing it is going to hide it from the cameras.” You tried your best to stay still as Jake helped you cover the marks he left on your neck and collarbones.

Jake tried to add more concealer to cover the hickeys, but to no avail. He huffed, setting down the bottle on the bathroom counter.

“Do you really need to hide them?” Jake asked, making eye contact with you. You nodded, slowly at first, then quickly.

“Yes! I have a comeback to film for in a few hours.”

Jake took your hands in his and placed kissed on both of your palms, “I don’t know. I kinda like the idea of everyone knowing that you’re mine.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to form a thought for a moment before recollecting yourself, “Not like this.”

Sunghoon

You didn’t realize you have a hickey on your neck, not even paying attention to yourself in the mirror as you were getting ready for the day.

Even as you earned questionable looks, you didn’t see anything wrong. You were used to the way people looked at you, good or bad.

You walked up to Sunghoon, acting as if his lips weren’t attached to your neck the night before.

At first, he gave you a smile before quickly standing up and pulling you somewhere discreet, pretending he needed to ask you something important.

“What’s up—“

“Your neck.” He whispered, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You felt around your neck before stopping over a particularly sore spot, realizing what it was.

“You did not…”

Sunghoon just raised his eyebrows, adjusting the collar and hood to cover your neck. “Sorry, baby.”

#enhypen suggestive #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #enha imagines

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

WARNING to all underage peeps: DNI with this part! It is NOT essential to the story and you WILL NOT miss anything!

For those of you who do read: please be nice!! This is my first (published) attempt at smut and any mean comments WILL be deleted 😚

Part 1 | . . . | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47

Steve leads Eddie down the hall to a guest bedroom, then stops in front of the door. “If… I don’t want you here because it looks like I need it. If you’d rather-”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupts softly, grabbing his other hand, “I want to be here. Okay? I want to be here with you. Don’t try and let me out of it now that I know what I want.”

Steve looks at him, wide-eyed. “What do you want?”

Eddie drops his hands to cup his cheeks. “Maybe this’ll explain,” he murmurs, before pulling Steve into a soft, sweet kiss.

Steve melts into it, letting his eyes shut as his hands find purchase on Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer to wrap his arms all the way around Eddie’s waist in a hug.

After a minute Eddie pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other, and Steve smiles when he opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “So let’s go to bed, okay? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Once they’re settled under the covers, facing each other, Steve sighs. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Eddie hums. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna jump between me and a bullet.”

Steve widens his eyes. “Eddie-”

“No. Stevie, I’m serious. I know why you came back in time, okay? And I know you’re hoping to save me this time around, but I won’t let it be at your expense.” His eyes are shiny. “Okay? I need you to promise me that you’ll make it out, too.”

Steve looks at him, then. Looks at his eyes, one blink away from tears, yet sure in what he’s saying. The slight scrunch of his nose. The barely-there tremble in his lips. His uneven breathing. “Okay,” he says, and surges forward, connecting their lips again.

Eddie hums against his mouth, and he crowds forward, pushing their bodies flush together. “Is-” he pulls away to pant. “Is this okay?”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie groans, gripping his hips. “Is this okay, he says, like I haven’t been dreaming of it since I first saw you.” He rolls his hips up and they both hiss at the friction. “Are you- the scratches, it’s not- we’re not-”

“You’re fine,” Steve promises him. “More than fine, Eddie, c’mon, please-”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathes, rolling them over so he’s on top. “This okay?”

“Jesus,” Steve chuckles, “y’gotta stop asking and just start doing, man, or d’you want me to be the first person to ever die of blue balls?”

“Hey,” Eddie mutters, pressing his hips down, “patience is a virtue or whatever the fuck.”

“Fuck your virtues,” Steve says nonsensically, which causes Eddie to freeze and stare at him with narrowed eyes.

Finally, he responds with a shit-eating grin. “Actually, I’d rather fuck your virtues.”

“Shut the actual fuck up,” Steve mutters, gasping when Eddie thrusts particularly hard. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, Eddie, please-”

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, letting his eyes flutter shut when Eddie ducks his head to mouth down his neck. “Nothing that shows,” he murmurs, even as he tilts his head to allow Eddie better access.

“Y’want?” Eddie asks, not disconnecting from Steve’s collarbone.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, rolling his hips up just as Eddie rolls his down. He chokes on an inhale. “Eddie-”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs, sucking a mark into his shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Just—oh, Jesus—your hand, Eds, c’mon, please, please-”

“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmurs, “I’ve got you.” He works his hand down between their bodies until it reaches the elastic of Steve’s sleep shorts. “Need your help here,” he murmurs, tugging in example.

Steve grunts and lifts his hips just long enough to get his shorts down. “You too,” he murmurs, kissing across Eddie’s chest, nipping at his collarbone.

Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “‘M not gonna last,” he manages.

“God,” Steve laughs breathily, “Me neither, c’mon, get your hand-”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, placing his palm under Steve’s chin. “‘S too dry,” he whispers. “Spit?”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up, searching for friction. He gathers enough saliva to let it pool over his tongue, onto Eddie’s hand, before he brings it down and around both of their cocks.

The first slide up is heaven.

The second is fire, coursing through his veins, burning him up until all he can feel is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He twists his wrist at the end, flicking his thumb over the head of Steve’s cock, and Steve thinks he sees the face of God.

Suddenly the fire is back, all-consuming, burning everything in its wake, and Steve chokes on an inhale. “Gon’- gonna, Eddie, gonna come,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back, trying to find purchase before he shakes apart.

Eddie lets out a sharp breath. “Me too,” he says, and then they’re not saying anything as their lips meet.

It’s not a kiss; it’s too hot and wet and dirty for that. It’s nothing more than them panting into the other’s mouth, sharing breath, reassuring the other that they’re still there, that they’re not moving away.

The fire burns brighter, the flames lick higher, and suddenly there’s a supernova inside Steve, burning brighter and hotter and brighter until it explodes and everything fades to black.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Could you request Nanbaka x Reader? (Platonic/Romantic)

Fem Reader who's like Kanae Kocho, from Demon Slayer, but in modern era. With Kanae's personality and abilities.

Reader as Hajime and Hitoshi Sugoroku's cousin (You can add this if you want; Reader works at the Nanbaka with her Sister)

-The inmates of Cell 13 of Building 13 of Nanba Prison had managed to escape, again, and were currently rushing through the building, a plan in mind to go and have some fun while Hajime was giving chase, charging down the hallway like a speeding train.

-The members of Cell 13 were having a blast, laughing loudly as Uno called back over his shoulder, “Give it up Hajime- you won’t catch us!”

-Rock skidded to a halt, causing Uno, Jyugo, and Nico to crash into him, making Jyugo yell up at him, “Why the hell did you- holy…” his eyes went wide as they all looked to see what made Rock stop, seeing a very beautiful woman, wearing a prison guard’s uniform, with a pair of butterfly clips on the side of her hats.

-You smiled beautifully, looking so gentle and elegant, “Oh my- I found you! Now let’s get you back to your cell, you naughty boys.” Instantly they melted, becoming completely obedient to you as Nico took one of your hands while the other three fought via rock-paper-scissors on who would get to hold your other hand all the way back to their cell.

-Hajime was exasperated, seeing them being so well behaved for you, a tick-mark on his cheek as you smiled sweetly at them, “Now stay in your cell. Shall we continue with the tour, Hajime?” as you turned to him.

-Instantly the four gremlins surrounded Hajime, furious that he didn’t tell them that they were getting a new guard, and one so cute!! Hajime looked exasperated as Uno, trying to flirt, came over to you, “So how does an angel like you know a gorilla like Hajime?”

-You just laughed into your hand, looking amused, “Oh- Hajime is my cousin. He’s the one who told me about this place and both my little sister and I applied.”

-The four turned white, hearing that you had a sister, before Hajime grabbed Uno, throwing him off you before leading you out, shouting at them to stay in their cell.

-This made things worse however, as Cell 13 broke out even more, just to see you, something you thought was cute, but you were worried about Hajime’s stomach, something Hitoshi asked you to keep an eye out on.

-However, it was much easier for you to wrangle Cell 13, as they would willing following you, just to spend time with you, making it a bit easier on Hajime and Seitaro, while you got along easily with Yamato, sometimes the two of you were very similar it was almost scary.

-Your little sister worked in the hospital sector, working under Dr. Otogi, both of them, so you got to see her quite often, especially when you would bring Nico, and the other three members of his cell, to his checkup.

-They were a little more scared of Shinobu, as she was a bit crass, but her treatments were always gentle, something ratted her out on which made her flush and made you coo on how cute was being.

-Many other inmates adored you as well, as you were always so kind and gentle, something they enjoyed, but Cell 13 was quite territorial over you, while Hajime didn’t want you to be around any of them at all, as he considered putting you on desk duty for a while but realized that might cause more issues.

-Rock was curious, as you didn’t look like a fighter, like Hajime, as he had seen the sword strapped to your side, something he had never seen you use yet, but you just giggled when he asked, “Oh I’d like to think I’m strong. Hajime and I used to play all the time!”

-You showed your strength during one of the trips to the clinic, after some other inmates escaped, wanting to cause havoc and when they saw you, they tried to attack, as you were the first woman they had seen in a long while.

-You just smiled softly before sliding a leg back as you drew your sword. A swarm of flower petals surrounded you as you easily took the six attackers out, not seriously injuring them, just knocking them out.

-When you turned back to Cell 13, they were all hugging each other, looking scared, seeing that you were just as strong as Hajime, knowing that the sweet smile you wore didn’t match- you were scary just like Hajime.

-However, when you smiled sweetly, flowers and bubbles surrounding you, they melted, smiling goofily as you herded them towards the clinic as other guards arrived to handle those who tried to break out.

-Nobody broke out of Nanba, either being unable to or they chose not to, like Cell 13, because they didn’t want to be apart from you.

#nanbaka #kanae reader #nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka uno #nanbaka rock #nanbaka nico #nanbaka hajime

[gnwkiss]

﹒⪩ LONG TALKS AND STRAWBERRY SHAKES ⪨﹒

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

IN WHICH, date night with our lovelicky

GENRE, fluff

WARNINGS, mild language

requested by anon!

note, i hope you all enjoy this! and thank you so much for all the support recently!

It was a Friday night, which meant study time for you since finals were coming up and you were very stressed, to say the least. You were just finishing up a practice problem when you heard your front door open, pausing your music, you got up. You quietly began to open your door when a bleach-blonde boy beat you to it. You let out a big breath, that you didn't even know you were holding once you saw him. You jokingly pushed him, “Ricky seriously? I thought you were coming to kill me.” His face lit up in a smile and brought you close.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have your door unlocked next time.” He gave you a look, you swore you locked it when you came home but who knows? He sighed, “I missed you.” And gave you his heart-melting smile and loving eyes. He finally brought you in for a kiss, it was slow, both of you trying to make up for all the time you’ve been apart, but not trying to rush it cause there was no need to. You both broke apart and there was a small smile on your face, one on his too. “Wow, 2 years together and I still make you blush that easy?” You covered up your face embarrassed, because it truly was, he shouldn’t be able to make you feel this way with something so simple. He began to protest and after much struggle, got your hands off your face and kissed you again, and again, all over.

You finally got free of this menace once you pushed him onto your bed, “Now you leave me alone, I have to finish studying then I’m all yours, promise.” He got up quickly and finally remembered why he was there.

“Oh no you’re not, why do you think I’d be here so late? I’m forcing you to take a break, and we also haven’t been on a date in a while and I personally think it’s the perfect night for strawberry milkshakes?” You couldn’t resist him with the way he was looking at you, you just couldn’t. He looked at you like you were all the stars in the universe and he was mesmerized by you, which he truly was, he’s never loved someone as much as he does you. It was a new thing for Ricky, but he’d give you the world, or the whole solar system if you truly asked for it. 

“Fine, let me change real quick, you’ll be fine for like 4 minutes right?” His face lit up, he didn’t think you’d actually agree. He shook his head excitedly and practically ran out of your room, to give you privacy. 

You found Rick on the couch looking at his phone when you were done, he was shaking his leg like he was nervous. “What’s got you so worked up?” You sat next to him and faced him. He jumped at your presence.

“Hm? Oh! Nothing…” You looked at him worried and took his hand in yours. 

“Baby, seriously what it is?” His face changed to a sad one.

“It’s just… the milkshake shop is closed tonight, I’m sorry I didn’t know.” His face looked like the sad face emoji, quite literally ☹️. You laughed at how cute your boyfriend was. 

“That’s what's got you so down?” He shook his head. “Ricky, sweetie, you know there’s another one like 5 minutes from ours, right?” He was dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe he just acted like that over a milkshake shop when there was another one.

“Oh, well then what are we waiting on, let's go!” He got up quickly and took your hands and practically dragged you to his car, almost forgetting to lock your door. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence on the drive to the shop. Soft music playing, you had your window rolled down and was laying on the door watching the scenery pass by. Ricky wanted to watch you and how pretty you looked with the city lights shining on your face and the slight wind blowing through your hair, he thought you looked gorgeous.

 You were both pulled out of your tranced when Ricky pulled up to the bright and colorful shop. He got our first and quickly went to open your door before you could even unbuckle. You slightly laughed at his romantic antics and reached for the hand he held out for you. He pulled you in close as it was a little chilly, and he doesn’t want you to be cold. When you stepped into the store a worker greeted you and you greeted them back. Ricky wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you both looked at what milkshakes they had and when your eyes both landed on strawberry, you smiled at each other, perfect. “Go sit, I’ll get the drinks, okay?” You nodded and went to go find a booth somewhere in a corner. Surprisingly this place was busy for it being night time. Once you found a good one, you sat down but were taken aback by how cold the vinyl was and it caused you to shiver. Ricky saw that, shaking his head, he took off his grey jacket and handed it to you. You took it with mild protest and thanked him. He scooted next to you and quickly took your hand, which was ice cold. “Y/n, your hands are freezing, are you sick?” He began feeling your entire body and placing his hand on your forehead. Shaking your head you removed his hands from you and held them, “Ricky, we’re in an ice cream parlor… it’s freezing in here.” 

“Right… yeah totally. I mean I’m not cold, but okay.” Just as you were gonna complain about his antic, a waiter brought your milkshakes out.

“Two strawberry milkshakes with rainbow sprinkles.” He smiled at you two and left after thanking him. Ricky began to ask about school once you both got comfortable.

“It’s okay, I guess, just stressful.” You said carefully drinking your shake, even talking about school made you stressed and Ricky caught on.

“So there’s a new Spiderman Movie coming out, Gyu and Yujin want us to go since they know you like Spiderman.” The thought of Ricky’s friends knowing that about you and you didn’t even tell them made you smile to yourself. I mean it’s not like you thought Ricky never talked about you, but actually getting confirmation made you feel all giddy. 

“Oh yeah? And how would they know that, Hm?” He almost choked on his drink once you said that. His reaction was enough to perfectly confirm it.

“I mean everyone likes Spiderman, so just a guess, I guess.” He tried to play it off cool, but very much failed, by how much his voice wavered. 

You both sat there talking about whatever for about an hour or so. Just as you were finishing up your drink, you yawned. “Are you tired, Love? We can leave?” No sleepily shook your head, “No, no, I’m fine Ricky. What were you saying about the new choreo?” He sighed annoyingly but continued anyways.  

Another 30 minutes pass and you can barely keep your eyes open, “Okay, yeah, Y/n I’m taking you home. Come on.” You nod and get up lazily and walk to the car. In a matter of seconds of you laying your head down, you were out. Ricky laughed at how pretty you managed to look while sleeping. He brushed the hair out of your eyes before taking off back to your dorm. 

Ricky softly shook you awake once you arrived, “Love, hey, we’re home.” You got out of the car and he walked you up to your door. When you unlocked it and looked back at him, he looked like he was saying goodnight, but you stopped him.

“Stay the night?” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, which caused you to smile. He followed you like a puppy as you went into your room and started searching for clothes he’s left here countless other times. Once you were both changed into more comfy clothes you laid down and laid on his chest. He kissed your head.

“Goodnight y/n, I love you.” He held you close, almost like you were gonna disappear by morning. He was waiting for a response, but your soft snoring said enough.

#ricky x reader #shen ricky #kpop smau #zb1 ricky #zb1 x reader #smau #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 12

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues

word count: 2.3k+

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You stood there with the cool breeze moving between the two of you, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Eddie stood before you with his back still facing you. Eddie felt like his heart was in his throat as the silence between you two thickened more and more with each passing second.

“You thought me not coming with you to LA meant I didn’t love you?” You spoke, your voice so soft it was barely over a whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I think that?” Eddie looked over his shoulder at you. His large dark eyes held a sadness that made your chest tighten and ache. “The one person I wanted to come with us the most didn’t. I…Maybe I’d made up everything in my head and you didn’t love me. Instead, you were ok to leave me…like everyone else.”

The ache in your chest changed into complete anguish as you heard his words. You hesitated momentarily before moving across the small space of the roof and wrapping your arms around him. Eddie’s body went stiff for a moment before he relaxed and wrapped one of his arms across your shoulders. You pressed your face into his chest and quickly you were surrounded by his scent. Cigarettes, leather with a hint of mint, and body wash.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie.” You spoke, your voice muffled slightly. “That never even…fuck.”

Eddie bent down, pressed his lips into your hair, and stood there momentarily. Both of you were unmoving, and you stepped back away from him after a long moment. Eddie tucked his head out, but you saw the glisten of unshed tears.

“I’m not mad you didn’t say anything,” You spoke, “I mean…why would you after what I did.”

“The nights I wanted to pick up the phone and just call you, sweetheart, and hear your voice. But I could never bring myself to do it for some reason. It was like any moment it came to dialing your number…I froze.”

You nodded your head, “It was the same with me. It works both ways, Eds, I could’ve called too.”

Eddie nodded his head and took a deep breath “Let’s not dwell on the past too much.”

“The past is why we are here,” You frowned.

Eddie looked back over the barren land that spanned out and seemed to melt in with the dark sky. “Well, we can move forward, right? Cause I have really missed my best friend, I don’t know about you.”

You nodded your head. “I’ve missed him too.”

Eddie looked at you with a smirk, “So I’m forgiven? We’re good?”

You sighed heavily and nodded your head before moving to stand beside him. For the first time in a while, you felt like a little of the pressure that was weighing you down was lifted. But you couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your head telling you to run. That you could possibly be stepping into a much worse danger than you ever have before.

“You’re forgiven,” You spoke, before moving to lean into him slightly, and resting your head on his shoulder. “So weird, still doesn’t feel real that…this is happening. That this is real.”

“I know, I’ve been feeling the same to be honest.” Eddie chuckled softly. Finishing off his cigarette before flicking it over the edge of the roof. “But when we get back to the camp, maybe we can take things slow. Learn to be friends again before anything else?”

“I would really, really like that.”

There was a long pause before Eddie spoke again, “Would it be weird to ask to kiss you again?”

You didn’t have to look up at him to hear the smirk that was across his lips.

“Oh my god, Munson.” You giggled lightly, before soon you felt the callous of Eddie’s hand against your cheek as he pulled you close. His lips press tightly against yours in a soft kiss, before Eddie pulled back.

“Mmm, yeah,” Eddie smiled, “Much better than I imagined.”

You rolled your eyes slightly before pulling back away from him. “Might be the only one you get for a while. Cause we’re taking this slow, slow…we have to build our friendship up first.”

“I agree, sweetheart, I agree,” Eddie spoke with a small nod of his head.

The next couple of hours passed quickly - and soon enough Steve and Robin came and switched out with you and Eddie. Your body was so heavy with fatigue, you barely remembered much after that. Instead, you woke up with a heaviness to your body from sleeping on the uncomfortable, dirty floor. Everyone packed up quickly before slowly leaving out of the station. The day was already heavy and hot with the sun above in the sky.

“Alright, let’s get to our destination today so we can get back to camp. I’m sure we all are ready to be back and safe.” Steve spoke to the entire group.

There was a wave of murmurs of agreement as the group of you started down the road toward Redding. The travels were, thankfully, uneventful. A few straggling Flayed along the road but nothing that anyone could handle within the group. You just were thankful not to run into any more packs. The city limit sign of Redding came into view after a few hours of travel.

Redding was a town that was slightly larger than Hawkins. But as the few of you walked through the abandoned streets of downtown, you saw that it looked to have been hit worse. Windows were broken in storefronts. Holes were blown into the side of the building from what you could only imagine was some sort of bomb.

It was something you never got used to seeing.

Your eyes scanned over the town, not snapping back till you heard your name called.

“…Buckley and Munson, why don’t you hit the two pharmacies. One is here downtown along with another about four blocks over.” Steve spoke while holding a map in his grasp. “I’m going to hit the Urgent Care with the others and then we meet at the hospital.” Everyone nodded their head as he spoke, “Be safe and be vigilant. Don’t want others to be hurt.”

Everyone split up into their respective groups, with you trailing behind Eddie and Robin as they led toward the first pharmacy. The building seemed to be crumbling from the outside in, with bricks falling away from the structure and littering the ground beneath. As the earth began to reclaim it with foliage growing over it.

Eddie approached first and held his arm out, signaling for you and Robin to stop. You paused with her on the street, as Eddie slowly approached the front. His gun was aimed forward as he approached. You and Robin scoped out for anything that would be considered a threat. The sound of the metal door creaking loudly caused you to look back toward Eddie, watching as he disappeared inside.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath till he appeared back in the doorway after a while, giving a slight wave to signal it was all clear. A large puff of air passed through your lips as you headed toward the front entrance, your weapon tight in your grasp with Robin following close beside you.

“Building is clear, but the building seems to be falling apart, so step carefully,” Eddie spoke, pulling his bandana back over his mouth and nose.

You grimaced at the smell of mold and dust that was heavy in the air as you walked inside. The floor beneath you creaked loudly with the weight of the three of you, it was enough to make your heart jump slightly with each groan.

“I’ll sweep behind the counter if the two of you want to head into the actual pharmacy part. Seems there might be some bottles still on those shelves.”

“What else are we looking for?” You spoke as you slipped your gun back into its holster and grabbed your flashlight, walking toward the back area.

“Anything that would seem to be good for the medics. Antibiotics, gauze, sutures – you know that kind of stuff.” Eddie spoke, his voice sounding farther and farther away the more you walked away.

“You ever have that uneasy feeling that seems to sit in the pit of your stomach like a lead ball,” Robin spoke as she searched through shelves, reading labels of scattered bottles. “Been feeling it ever since we left that fucking house in the woods.”

“That’s not exactly something I want to be hearing right now,” You spoke with a small chuckle. “For sure don’t wanna be hearing that we’re standing in a building that is obviously falling apart.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve always been an anxious person.” Robin spoke with a nervous chuckle, a weary look on her face as you looked at her.

“Let’s just be quick, ok?” You spoke, moving through to the next aisle of the pharmacy, grabbing nearly any bottle that sounded useful.

You and Robin moved through quickly before leaving back toward the front. Your eyes scanned over the front of the shop looking for Eddie, seeing the dark curls as they seemed to search through the drawers of a counter.

“Found some aspirins and some other prescriptions with words I can’t make out,” You spoke, with Robin following behind you tossing your finds into her bag. “What have you got Munson?”

“Eh, not much really. Found a first aid kit half used.” He shrugged.

“Let’s get out of here, this place is making me feel like we’re gonna fall through the floor any second,” Robin spoke with a rush, before heading out the front door.

Eddie let out a small laugh as he watched her rush out, before quickly moving to hop over the counter, “Buckley’s always been a bit…anxious about things.”

“I am quickly learning that” You spoke, “But she’s right this building is a death trap, let’s go.”

The two of you stepped out and almost instantly you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise s you stepped back into the sunlight. Robin was standing barely outside of the doorway, frozen, with her back facing the two of you.

“Buckley, you…” Eddie began to speak, but Robin’s hand rose up quickly with her palm out, and Eddie fell silent almost instantly.

Quickly you knew that something was wrong.

Your eyes scooped and looked around trying to find what had spooked her.

“Robin, you’re really freaking me the fuck out,” You whispered with your gaze returning to her. Seeing the look on her face, her face fell pale like a ghost.

“Listen…” Robin spoke.

You and Eddie stood there looking at each other as silence came down around the three of you.

And within a few seconds, you heard it. It was faint and honestly, you were impressed that Robin was able to hear it.

Voices, unfamiliar voices.

You might not have spent a lot of time with Steve and the others. But you were confident about whether or not you’d be able to tell his voice from others. And the voices you were hearing were ones you’d never heard before.

“Where the fuck are those coming from,” Eddie spoke with a harsh whisper.

“North, from the distance and echo, I would say roughly four to six blocks,” Robin spoke, turning to look over her shoulder toward Eddie.

“How in the hell…” You began to question but shook your head. “How were you able to hear them?”

“Just good hearing,” Robin shrugged “I think we can make it to the hospital if we move through the back alleys.”

You knew it was wiser to avoid groups whenever possible.

“Too much of a risk, we don’t know how many people are within the group.” You spoke. “As much as you hate it, Robin, we should just go back inside.”

“We should warn Steve and the others,” Robin spoke as the three of you backed back into the pharmacy.

Eddie shuffled through his bag and grabbed the walkie-talkie, turning the volume up quickly before pressing the button. “Harrington, do you copy? Harrington.”

Eddie released the button causing the static of the line to come through. As the three of you sat there, the sound of the voices became louder – meaning they were closer. You all sat against and behind the counter that Eddie had been rifling through only moments ago.

“Harrington, goddamn it,” Eddie whispered screaming into the walkie again.

This time it was only a few seconds before an answer came back through.

“Munson? What’s wrong?” Steve’s voice came through, slightly distorted due to the distance between the groups.

“We have trespassers, not sure how many,” Eddie answered back. “We’re hiding out in the pharmacy.”

“Stay put, we’re gonna get a vantage point, wait for an update. Only engage if needed.”

“Copy,”

Eddie turned the volume back down before moving toward the window at the other side of the counter. The window was dirty with mud caked across most of it, but there were small spots where one could try and look out. Eddie’s eyes scanned through the streets looking for any sign of those they heard.

“Do you see anything?” Robin whispered.

“No.” He spoke with frustration in his voice.

But as he spoke, the loud familiar pop echoed through the streets before a window cracked and broke. Eddie ducked back down and pressed his back against the wall, both you and Robin jumping at the sound. There was a pause, a silence before everything erupted. You next felt Eddie pressing his body down on top of yours and Robins.

This chapter was more minor than others but was mostly a filler. The new conflict will be coming and readers past will be coming back up again. Also...Eddie and Reader made up! The angst will mostly come from zombies, bad guys, and people dying or having near-death experiences. Consider that a warning now hahaha

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[crimsonspectre]

Ginger and honey

Summary: Max's catching up with his best friend

MF X fem!OC

You can find this on AO3 too.

“I don’t understand why you have to freeze to death,” I said, looking at her rather revealing outfit in the cold Austrian weather. 

“Said the guy driving a coffin on wheels at 300 km/H every weekend.”

I chuckle, she’d always been insufferable. 

“You know what? I’ll keep my advice to myself next time,” I answered theatrically. 

“Aw, Maxie,” she pouted “If I needed advice on styling, I’d ask anyone but you.”

I looked at her, trying to maintain the bothered facade. 

“Cut it with the ‘Maxie’ thing, I’m not five years old.”

“Sorry, though you were the pet-name lover kinda guy.” 

I rolled my eyes, laughing, “Let’s just walk in silence, okay?” 

She answered by holding my arm with her left hand in silence. A couple of minutes later, we were standing at my front door. 

“Make yourself at home.”

She’d been home to me for years, so it only made sense. I traced her movements while she took her high heels off and sat on the couch, folding her legs closer to her body. 

“I’ll bring you some tea, Ms. ‘My outfit’s too nice to ruin with a coat’” 

She flashed a smile, the first honest one today. Hopefully not the only one. 

“I’d be waiting, Mr. ‘Don’t call me Maxie’” 

I couldn’t help but look at her while waiting for the kettle to boil. She was far away, her gaze trying to open a hole in the living room floor. She was not the one I knew, the cheerful friend of my childhood, the supportive system, the love of my life. Not that she knew that last part, a burden I’ve endured alone for years. 

When I left the cup in front of her, making a little extra purposeful noise, she turned to look at me. 

“Oh, thanks, Max. Sorry, I was spacing off.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Are you okay?” I asked, sitting next to her. Even if my body asked me to come closer, to obey the magnetic force that commanded me to her, I managed to take some distance. 

She sighed, looking at me in the eye. 

“Chase and I split up,” she whispered. 

“You… what?” I couldn’t hold my surprise. They spent years together, looking happy. But I guess she’s been hiding things from me. 

Her eyes finally met mine, something there twitching for coming out  “Let’s say we failed to understand each other lately.”

I scanned her face for something, but all I saw was avoidance. 

“Why are you talking to me like I’m a judge on the Supreme Court? I’m your best friend.”

Her eyes seemed to melt for a second, and she pouted a specific way she does when trying not to cry. Seen it a thousand times. 

“Sorry, I’m just… The reason makes me embarrassed.”

I felt like I was floating in the sea, miles away from her, the waves keeping me at a safe distance. Suddenly, the beating of her aching heart made them change direction, pushing me closer so smoothly I almost didn’t notice. And equally unnoticed, I was putting my arm around her, inviting her head to rest on my shoulder, and she accepted. 

“I’m not gonna force it out of you,” I said softly. “But you can trust me.”

“I know I can trust you, Max. You’re the person I trust the most.”

I caressed her shoulder, the night silence only interrupted by the soft whimpers of her crying. I knew better than to point out the obvious. 

After a couple of minutes, she whispered, “I love you.”

I heard her, even if my mind filled with white noise immediately after. I needed to see my doctor for an audiometry, maybe the years in the paddock were finally catching up on me. 

“Max…”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I looked at her, confused. 

Her face was red, part embarrassment, part crying. She pouted before speaking again, “I said I love you. That’s why Chase broke up with me. Cause I’m in love with you.”

I felt the heat on my face growing from my stomach, scorching my heart. The only thing that forced my mouth was the uncertainty growing in her expression. And heaven knows my mouth didn’t have time to lose on words, not when I've dreamed of what kissing her would be like for... too many years now. So I did. Just a small one, to test if her heart waves will choose to push me away or pull me over. And she pulled me over for another kiss. A deep one, rooted in something feral hidden behind restless nights and nostalgic days. 

Without warning, she was sitting on top of me, our hands all over each other, and thank god she chose the freezing-to-death outfit, allowing me to touch the skin I’ve longed for forever. 

After some time, I pulled apart trying to catch my breath, and I held her face in my hands. It was the most beautiful sight. Flushed, aroused, almost begging. 

I brushed my lips against hers, holding her in place, denying her the chance to kiss me back.

She pouted, “You’re mean, Maxie.” 

“You've got no idea how mean I can be,” I whispered, my voice raspier, making her body tremble. I let her face go, but she didn’t move an inch. I traced her jawline, then her neck, and reached for her necklace, a gift I made her years ago - a golden ‘M’ for her initial - pulling the chain slightly.

“Now it stands for Max.” 

- - - - - - 

The next morning was particularly cold, and she was snuggling against me. I caressed her hair. 

“Even more naked than last night! I see you insist on freezing to death.”

She laughed, and kissed my neck before answering, “I’ll have you as my heater now.”

“I’ll make you ginger and honey tea every day. It’s like you, spicy, sweet. Sometimes hard to swallow.” 

She poked my ribs laughing, and I laughed too. 

I turned to take a good look at her, “I love you too. I didn’t say it last night.”

“I know, Maxie.”

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[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Damage Control - Theo Ruiz x Firefighter!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

{Requested}

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Theo Ruiz x Reader, Vic Hudges, Travis Montgomery

Summary: Hi can you write an imagine with theo ruiz, where the reader and theo have a secret relationship and have to hide it from everyone but when they make out in the lockers, they get caught by travis and vic and the whole team finds out (smut/fluff?)

Trigger warning: 18+ content

Word count: 946

A/N: I loved this request so much, I hope the person that requested this enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤️

As you headed to the kitchen, you questioned your sanity. The clock read ten minutes after four in the morning, yet you were on your way to make another coffee. It had been the fifth since the beginning of your shift that night.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Theo’s voice broke the dead silence, making your blood freeze. It took a moment before you saw him emerging from the shadows, since the only source of light in the room was the moon shining through the window. “What are you doing? You scared the living hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Theo said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, “I just can’t seem to fall asleep tonight.”

Theo gave you a soft smile. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he murmured, “don’t you think your caffeine overdose has something to do with it, though?”

You chuckled, and Theo took a moment to take in your beautiful, yet tired features. Even in the dim light, he could see the exchaustion on your face. “You’ve been wired the last two shifts. What’s going on with you?”

You sighed, feeling a lump forming in your throat. “It’s just been a rough week, I guess,” you said, “we had a few intense calls- it’s been hard to shake them off.”

Despite your emotional state, you tried to force a smile. However, after dating your for a little over six months, Theo could tell the difference between you being composed and appearing composed.

“I get it,” he said softly as he stepped closer to you. “It’s not easy dealing with this kind of stuff. But you know you can always confide in me, right?”

The sincerity in Theo’s voice made your heart melt. You gave him a subtle nod, a tear escaping your eye as you looked up at him. “I know,” you whispered, “I just didn’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“It’s not a burden,” he corrected firmly. “We’re in this together, remember?”

He wrapped his arms around you protectively, and you felt the tension in you body ease some. Your lips softly pressed against his in a comforting kiss. “Thank you,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The passion between you grew and you lost yourself in the moment, not realizing that you had wandered into the locker room.

Your hands found their way to Theo’s hair as he pulled you closer to himself. He tugged at the fabric of your shirt, and without thinking twice about it you lifted your hands above your head. Theo removed the piece of clothing slowly, leaving you in only sweatpants and a bralette.

The cool air of the locker room hit your bare skin, and you shivered with anticipation. “God, you’re breathtaking,” Theo whispered while his hands roamed all over your body, sending jolts of electricity through your veins.

His fingers hooked around the edge of your bralette, pulling it down to expose your breasts. He leaned in, took one nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue until he felt it harden. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through your body, causing you to pull on Theo’s hair harsly as you tried to supress your moans.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, urging him to remove it. Theo complied without hesitation. You felt the heat radiating off his body as your hands traced the defined muscles of his abs and chest, until they finally travelled at the waistband of his pants.

You slipped it off with ease, and moments later you were both naked.

Theo pushed you against the lockers. You felt his erection against your thigh, and you knew he was just as aroused as you were. With a sense of urgency, you pushed him down onto one of the benches, straddling him as you continued to kiss him.

His hands met your hips, guiding you as you rocked against him. “How does this feel?” he asked in between shakey beaths, and you could only moan in response.

“Shh, try to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

The moment those words left his lips, the sound of a door opening caught your attention. You broke apart in an instant, both breathless and disoriented, only to find Vic and Travis standing in front of you.

Theo wrapped his hands tightly around you in an attempt to cover your exposed body. You burried your head in his chest, deeply ashamed and horrified of the fact that your secret relationship with the Fire Captain wasn’t a secret anymore.

“We’re together,” Theo spoke before anyone got the chance to say anything. Travis’s eyes widened in surprise, while Vic’s expression remained neutral. She cleared her throat before speaking up. “And I’m guessing you don’t want anyone to find out?” she asked.

Theo gave her a slight nod. “Can we trust you guys on keeping it between us?”

Travis and Vic exchanged a puzzled glance, but nodded in agreement. “Of course,” Travis replied, “we won’t say anything.”

You and Theo sighed in relief. He smiled gracefully, before thanking the two of them.

As Travis turned around to exit the locker rooms, however, he made a statement that make your heart skip a beat.

“Although, there’s a high chance the others already know. You weren’t so quiet as you thought.”

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[satuguro]

Omg after reading part v and Xavier’s promise offer to patch y/n up quietly whenever she needs —and all its deeper meaning—I’d love your head cannons on Xavier having a bad mental health day (per Xavier’s mention in the show that he struggles with his mental health and his dad wants him to keep it secret) and !valkyrie reader making a similar offer. 💜

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH HEAD CANNONS

[ INTERLUDE II: FOR HIS BAD DAYS ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#CONTAINS— fluff, angst

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm writing pt. 6 of tongues and teeth rn, but this request is so dear to my heart cause i struggle with mental health almost every day. thank you sm for requesting this xx

— both you and xavier have had a history of neglect and trauma regarding your parents, so that means that bad mental health days happen.

— you don’t get to help him on his bad mental health days prior to the relationship, and vice versa. it takes a lot of trust for you both to fully let people see those sides of you.

— that doesn’t mean that you or xavier don’t see when the other is struggling with their emotions. like that one scene i wrote where xavier says, “take your time,” is an example of the subtle ways he’d help.

— but that shared hardship with emotions also means that both of you can read each other like a book; you both notice the slight changes in mood or when each other’s social battery decreases. it’s something that takes a lot of work from the both of you, but you make it work.

you moved your head to the other side of the pillow, groggy eyes adjusting to the soft light that was emitted from the side table.

xavier’s lips were in a permanent frown as he drew on his sketchbook, his knees pulled up to allow him to prop his art on it. his pencil moved on the paper, the soft scratches dragging you further away from your exhaustion.

“you’re awake,” you said, seeking his close presence as you moved to lay close to him. the sleepiness in your eyes melted when you saw the turmoil in his green eyes. the lack of response only furthered your worry for him. “xavier,” you said softly, sitting up and holding his arm gently, pausing his drawing.

xavier said nothing as he put his pencil down reluctantly. he looked at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly at your pleading eyes. he knew he should talk to you when he had moments like this. moments where he felt as though nothing was going right, as though what he was doing could never be good enough for anyone.

but then he felt you squeeze his arm three times for those three words you’ve said to him over and over, and he found himself spilling his thoughts out to you. and you were so happy to soak everything up.

— you're really cautious about giving him advice during his bad mental health days. you know more than anyone that having someone to listen and comfort you can help just as much as solutions.

— but that doesn’t mean that you both won’t give each other advice when the other asks.

— it took a while for the two of you to work out how to help each other out during bad mental health days. both of your were so used to dealing it on your own that it was hard to actually address it with the other person.

— but it was you that made an indirect promise to him when he finally spoke to you.

the sound of his father's party was merely a muffle as you brought xavier to the balcony. you could feel the quickening of his pulse under your fingertips and how his skin was clammy; he was hyperventilating, the words of his father circulating in his head like a mantra.

how could someone be so degrading about their own son purely for the laughter of others? to speak so lowly of someone they were supposed to care for and raise?

"hey." you looked at him, your hand being the only form of physical contact with him as your worried face studied his.

xavier wasn't having a panic attack, you knew that. but you knew that he couldn't be in that environment for any longer than he was, for as you looked at his misty eyes and frowning brows, his quivering lip and how he sucked it between his teeth to try and keep it in, you wanted to cry with him.

"breathe with me, okay?" you placed his hand on your chest as you breathed rhythmically, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs and exit slowly. xavier could only follow you, his eyes still threatening to spill over with tears as every exhale he let out shook with his emotions.

if he wasn't xavier's father, you would have burned him to the ground. xavier could see the anger you hid behind your worry, how he knew you would have easily demanded an apology from his father if you didn't know any better.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly as his breathing slowed, your hands cupping his face. your thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over his cheeks so gently, as though you were afraid that you would break him.

xavier could only shake his head. the possibility of being interrupted by his father was far too high for his liking; if he ever saw xavier like this, he would be forced to return to the party almost immediately. he'd have to get himself together. "'m sorry you have the burden of seeing me like this." he almost winced at how much of his father's words he heard in his sentence.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he sniffled, your head moving down to press your foreheads together. you took his hands into yours and thumb ran along his knuckles. "it's never a burden— not if it's you. never, if it's you."

— sometimes xavier does have to stop you from starting a fight with his father. it's a given, considering you're so fiercely protective of him and so accustomed to violence. but xavier kind of likes it because he's always been the one that was overprotective of others, not the other way around.

— xavier also has a really bad sleeping schedule; it gets worse during bad mental health days. you like staying up with him; not to talk to him all the time, but because you don't want him to feel like he's alone in his father's house again, dealing with his emotions without the presence of another.

— but you know how to get him back to bed when it's way too late in the night for him to be awake.

you heard him tap his paintbrush against his jar of turpentine three times quick. the rain rolled outside his dorm room, the droplets hitting the window violently. but while the night was violent and harsh, your lover's brush strokes were soft as he worked on his painting.

he had been quiet for most of the day. there was no particular reason for it— he didn't need a reason for it. sometimes that was just how he felt, and you understood that. he didn't feel like there was anything to talk about, only murmuring that he was simply feeling down and that talking felt too exhausting.

but as the clock flashed 3:32, you knew it was time to drag him to bed.

you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stood up. your feet made small sounds on the floor as you approached him with the blanket dragging on the floor behind you. gently, you laid your forehead on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. his chest vibrated as he hummed in acknowledgement.

xavier turned to look behind him, the shadow of sadness on his face lightening up at the feeling of your touch. "hi," he managed to say, his voice quiet as he gave you a small smile that took up a majority of his energy. he was exhausted— mentally and physically —from everything, but couldn't bring himself to be under the covers just yet. he felt guilty for being so down all day without reason; he felt bad that you had to deal with him.

"it's 3:32."

"i can see that," xavier responded, turning back to his work. the shuffling of the blanket was followed by your blanketed arms wrapping around his middle. his gaze softened, his arm falling down to put his paintbrush away.

“come to bed with me, xavier.” the request come out softly, your words nothing short of hopeful and worried. you were reaching out to him, calling for him and expecting him to answer. for him to take your hand or answer your call with his own.

in the end, he always returned to you. he always gave in, not because he was tired or because he was annoyed, but because it was you. he always gave in if it was for you.

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[lizzie-is-here]

just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

#marvel #avengers #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #mcu namor #nakia #t’challa #shuri udaku #chadwick boseman #rip chadwick boseman #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #wakanda forever spoilers

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Young American - Part 20**

GUYS I LOVE THIS PART! I'm really happy with it and I hope you guys like it too!

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: Detailed description of medical procedure, mentions of blood, birthing, slight pain kink, breeding kink, breeding, daddy/babygirl dynamic, p in v, unprotected sex

WC: 9K

… JUNE …

When Harry and Y/N announced to their co-workers that they were engaged everyone was absolutely overjoyed for them. Yes, things had moved quite fast, but when you’re with the right person getting to the point that you both want is far greater than the worries and fears. They hadn’t shared with anyone their intent to move to England yet, but they were hoping to have relocated by January of the next year. Auree had organized a little engagement party for them, it was more like a dinner actually, but it had been so nice so far. Celebrating with friends was always nice.

“So when are you guys getting married?” Rosa asked with an eager smile.

“Ummm, maybe next year in the spring?” Y/N looked to Harry who nodded in confirmation.

“Oh! You’re moving it along quickly.” Rosa said and they both nodded.

“Yeah…” Harry said with a smile, “We haven’t put a date on it just yet, it really depends on how quickly we finish settling down in London, but we’re aiming for March or April of next year.” he said and then his eyes widened when he saw Rosa’s smile falter a bit at the information he had just shared unintentionally.

“You guys are leaving?” She asked and that had caused everyone else’s conversations to halt as their attention turned to Harry and Y/N.

“Ummm…yeah, that’s the plan.” Y/N responded before biting down on her bottom lip nervously.

“Why? What’s the rush?” G asked with a small frown and Harry glanced to her and she smiled softly at him before he responded.

“Well, given the situation with Y/N’s family, we ummm, we want to have as much family support as possible for when we start trying for a baby. We’re kind of eager to get started.” He explained and everyone’s expressions of concern melted into pouts of endearment.

“Oh my god!” Vy finally said and Y/N shrugged with a happy smile.

“Well we’re gonna miss you, but we’re extremely happy for you guys.” G said and Auree and Rosa nodded along in agreement.

“Well, to Harry and Y/N!” Rosa said and everyone raised their glasses to them in a toast.

… SEPTEMBER ….

“Are you sure about this?” Harry whispered to Y/N as they sat in the waiting area and she nodded with an encouraging smile.

“I’m so sure.” She responded with a smile and he nodded.They were about to meet up with Dr. Ramirez to do an ultrasound of Y/N’s reproductive system, just to check in on everything to see how everything was. “Also, it makes me nervous to do this stuff alone so I’m glad you could come.”

“Well of course I’d come!” He replied and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

They both felt like time was moving too quickly. After really solidifying their plans they talked to Eddie about the plan to move to England and he was really understanding and assured them both that he’d try and find a way to make something work. Both Harry and Y/N were completely booked out at the LA shop until the holidays though - they were finishing up as many clients as they could and well, they were busy all the damn time. In their free time they were preparing for their move to England, things were getting sent over a bit at a time and were being kept at Anne and Hillary’s. Since this would be their last Christmas in California they decided that they needed to spend the holidays here. Anne and Hillary were actually joining them in a few weeks for Thanksgiving and through the New Year and they would help take some things back to England when they headed off.

Harry and Y/N had also talked to Julie about their plans and what started out as a joke about Julie moving across the world with them soon became a very serious thing and she had gotten in touch with immigration late in the spring. Apart from her friends and her house, Julie didn’t have much left in LA. Her only family around was Y/N and with her gone she’d feel so alone, so she did some thinking and decided that she too would make the move out to England.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” The nurse called out from the clinic entrance and she stood up beside Harry before they made their way in. It was a bit nerve-racking when they had her lay down and they put the gel and all that shit on her. Dr. Ramirez was talking to her and Harry and she was responding to her questions, but she had no idea what she was even saying. She was so in her head about all of this, she hoped that everything was good…it had to be. 

“Alright, let’s see….that’s your uterus, looking good. I don’t see any abnormalities or  causes for concern.” She shared as she pointed to the splotch on the screen. Both Harry and Y/N wondered how doctors could even tell what the hell was being projected from the ultrasound, it looked like nothing but grainy footage to their untrained eyes. “OK, here’s your right ovary.” She said and well Y/N could faintly see the structure of it as the imaging on the screen zoomed in, “These black spots are the follicles.” She said pointing to one of them and both Y/N and Harry nodded in awe, “So here you’ve got…” she paused as she counted them quietly, “I see 10 here, which is really good and normal for your age. They look to be a good size also which means the egg there is maturing well and that increases your chances of conception by just a bit more.” She explained and both Harry and Y/N nodded. “Now let’s take a look at the left side…” Dr. Ramirez said as she moved the camera over to the other side, “OK, left ovary I see…9, all of them look good as well.” She said to them with a smile. “I’d say you’ve got excellent chances of getting pregnant quickly once your implant is out.” Dr. Ramirez shared with her and Harry. Y/N felt Harry squeeze her hand at this news and she smiled up at him.

“That’s great news.” Y/N responded cheerfully.

“And if she wants the implant out, how long is that procedure?” Harry asked.

“It’s a very quick out-patient procedure. Shouldn’t take more then 10 minutes total to position it and get it out.” She shared and Harry nodded.

“So baby, what do you wanna do?” He asked her and she smiled at him.

“I think we can make an appointment to get it out.” She said to him and his smiled widened even more.

“You sure?” He asked again and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve never been more sure about anything.” She smiled at him and then her doctor. It was nice that he kept checking in to ensure that he wasn’t pushing her for more than she was ready for because Harry was eager to just get started. And while he knew Y/N wanted all of this with him too he wasn’t sure just how eager she was for this as well. “I mean, I think I should at least get on the pill while we settle in and stuff,” she said to Harry and he nodded.

“Yeah, don’t want any surprises.” He assured her with a chuckle.

“Perfect.” Dr. Ramirez said, “Well, I can fit you in for that in about two weeks?” She asked Y/N and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She agreed and Dr. Ramirez’s nurse wrote that down, “Preferably on a Monday though, its the slowest tattooing day.” She explained and she and her nurse chuckled in agreement.

“It’s gonna be sad that you’re going but I’m really happy for you two, you seem like a wonderful couple.” Dr. Ramirez assured.

“Thank you, doctor.” Y/N smiled. Soon enough she was bidding them farewell and Y/N was left to get fully dressed again. Harry felt even more excited than he did before, they were both excited about starting a family together. And of course they could do all of this once they were in England but it was important to Harry that Y/N take care of this with a medical team she knew well and trusted and Dr. Ramirez was the doctor she’d been seeing since she had moved in with Julie. 

Two weeks later they had returned during their lunch hour to get the implant out of Y/N’s arm. She knew it was a pretty easy procedure, but she was a bit nervous about it because they’d still be cutting into her arm and she tended to be a bit squeamish about all that. 

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Harry comforted her from his spot beside her.

“I know, I know…I just can’t see the blood.” She explained through a nervous exhale and he looked at her with confusion.

“But…you’re a girl.”

“So?”

“Don’t you deal with blood regularly?” He asked you through a chuckle.

“Yeah, but that’s different. Like the consistency is even different! This is like…really thick and like…coming out of an open wound. Even when we tattoo it’s not like this.” She explained as she swallowed thickly. Just thinking about it made her start to feel clammy and for her stomach to turn unpleasantly. She’d learned to toughen up a bit with helping Julie out, but that was mostly throw up or phlegm, not blood. 

“Right. Well just, squeeze my hand if you start to get dizzy.” He smiled and she nodded. When Y/N got this put in she’d asked Dr. Ramirez if she could wear her headphones and close her eyes, she had been kind enough to allow it. She felt better about it with Harry here and he apparently had no issues with the blood and gore, which was great because she knew that when they’d have a baby they’d probably have to see it all and having a partner who could deal with the things she didn’t have the stomach for was always a win.

“Hello you two!” Dr. Ramirez greeted them as she came into the room.

“Hi doctor.”, “Hello, Doctor!” Y/N and Harry chimed in together.

“I know you struggle with this bit so I’ll be as fast as I can.” She assured Y/N who nodded. The nurse had been in earlier to set up the tools she needed to get this done. Dr. Ramirez washed her hands well before she got some gloves on. Y/N was breathing deep and looking into Harry’s eyes to help keep her nerves at bay.

“It’s alright, baby. Just keep looking right at me.” Harry assured her with an encouraging smile and Y/N nodded.

“Alright, let’s get the little bugger up front.” Dr. Ramirez said and then felt around for the implant in her left arm. Once she located it, it took a few attempts to get it up to an easily accessible part of her arm. “Perfect, gonna sanitize the area next.” Dr. Ramirez shared and Y/N already looked away and squeezed her eyes closed preemptively. Harry had an excellent view of the area that the doctor was cleaning off. Once she had put the swab with the disinfectant mixture down, she turned her attention to the needle inside of the sterile baggy. She carefully opened it up before dipping it into the anesthetic, “And just a little prick coming up.” She warned and Y/N exhaled as the needle sunk in and the anesthetic was delivered, “You made it.” She encouraged, “It’ll be just a few moments for it to kick in.” She informed and Y/N nodded. There was a knock at the door, “Come in!” Dr. Ramirez said and the nurse walked in with a smile. “Just in time!” She said and the woman proceeded to wash her hands before also getting some gloves on. “How’s that?” Dr. Ramirez asked as she poked hard at the spot she had numbed on Y/N’s arm.

“How’s what?” She asked without looking away from Harry and he chuckled as he looked to the doctor.

“Perfect.” She chuckled, “Alright, scalpel please.” She requested and the nurse opened up the sterile packaging and handed it over, “Thank you.”. Harry watched with wide eyes as Dr. Ramirez sunk the blade into Y/N’s arm quite hard and deep, it surprised him actually. And then she pulled away once the incision was made and instantly her blood started coming up to the surface and his mouth went dry. It was so dark and thick and well, Y/N was right it was a lot. At least a lot more than he expected there to be. Then, Dr. Ramirez pressed down against the incision and he saw the little bit of the implant protrude from it and that’s when he started to see spots as his body suddenly ran cold. He let go of Y/N’s hand as he started backing up to the wall behind him and Y/N was looking at him with concern. He could see her mouth moving as his back collided with the wall and he slowly sank down it as his legs started to weaken and he blinked slowly a few times before everything went black.

“Oh my god! Doctor!” Y/N gasped and turned towards Dr. Ramirez who was just as shocked but then Y/N saw the blood seeping through the gauze that Dr. Ramirez had now pressed to her open wound and she started to see spots and her ears rang for a few seconds before everything went black for her as well.

When Y/N regained consciousness she blinked a couple of times at the bright lights in above her. She then recalled what had happened and looked around the room for Harry. She relaxed when she saw him still passed out on a cot off to the side. Y/N shook her head as she smiled to herself in complete disbelief. She started to sit up and just then the nurse was coming into the room.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, sorry about this. What a mess…” she chuckled and shook her head in embarrassment and the woman smiled.

“It’s alright, it happens!” She assured, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, just fine.” She assured.

“Alright, let’s help you down and I’ll bring some cool water for you and your boyfriend.” She said and Y/N thanked her as the woman helped her down to the floor.

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a second.” She assured and then hurried out. Y/N headed over to the cot where Harry was breathing slowly and she pushed his leg a bit to sit beside him.

“Baby.” She called to him as she ran her fingers through the front of his hair. He huffed and moaned softly, as he often did when he was about to wake up, “Haaarryyyy…” she sang as she patted his cheek now and he pouted as his eyebrows creased together.

“Not yet.” He muttered under his breath and she giggled.

“Baby, we’re at the doctor’s office still. You can’t stay here.” She sniggered and after she bugged him a bit more he slowly blinked his eyes open.

“Wait? Where are we?” He asked softly and with some confusion as he looked up at Y/N. The bright lights behind her were making him squint.

“The doctor’s! You passed out from seeing the procedure.” She explained with an amused grin and he frowned.

“Tha’s only ‘cause I skipped breakfast.” He mumbled.

“We came straight here after we ate lunch.” She reminded him with a smirk.

“Oh, come off it…” he said as he started to sit up and she helped him.

“I’m not laughing at you, I passed out too because I saw all the blood-”

“Just don’t…I don’t want to think about what I saw…” he said and she chuckled.

“Told you it was pretty gross.” She said and he shook his head.

“That’s an understatement. Lucky for us we don’t have to do this for a living.” He said and she giggled and the sighed.

“Baby, now I’m concerned though.” She said and he looked perplexed.

“About what?”

“About what’s gonna happen to you when I’m having our baby! I mean…there’s bound to be even more blood and lots of pain…and probably other…stuff.” She cringed at the thought, “Like…it’ll be a mess if we both can’t hang!” She said and he shook his head.

“No, no that’ll be different. Vastly different.” He assured her, “Like I’d probably be up there with you encouraging you. I’m not jumping at the opportunity to like seethe mechanics of it either, specially if you don’t want me to.” He assured her.

“Well even from up there you’ll see our bloody and soggy ass baby when it…comes out and-”

“And I will be fine!” He cut her off and she chuckled. “You were right though, there was a lot more blood than I expected for this procedure, but it was the little implant sticking out that…ugh, can’t even think about it or I will puke.” He said with an icky look on his face as he shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m giving you a hard time, baby. Thank you for coming with me for this though, feel bad now though.” She said with a soft and grateful smile and he just grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. The door to the room swung open and in came the nurse with the water she had promised Y/N.

“Sleeping beauty is back with us!” She teased with a chuckle and Y/N saw how Harry flushed a bit in embarrassment. She didn’t want him to feel bad about this any more than he already did and it was one thing for her to tease him and another thing for it to be a stranger.

“I should’ve just listened to him and we should’ve had lunch before we came here…” Y/N said and the nurse shook her head as she handed the water bottles to them.

“Rookie move, hon.” She said to Y/N.

“I know, but I just figured if I did puke for any reason it would be less messy if I didn’t eat…and Harry even missed breakfast so he had legitimate reasons to pass out, unlike me.” She sniggered and she saw Harry smile at her as she covered for him so that the nurse wouldn’t tease him anymore.

“You’re an angel for not rubbing the fact that you were right in her face.” The nurse said to Harry and he smiled as he continued running his thumb over her knuckles.

“You know, we don’t really like to do that to each other.” He said as he continued smiling right at Y/N.

“That’s definitely the right man to have babies with.” The woman said to Y/N and they all chuckled softly as she agreed with her that he was the very best. After receiving confirmation of her birth control pills being sent to her pharmacy, Dr. Ramirez did a quick check up to ensure that their vitals were normal so that they were able to head out safely. Their car ride was quiet for a bit before he turned to her at the stop light.

“Baby, thank you for…stepping in when the nurse was gonna tease me about passing out.” He said and she smiled.

“Of course, H. Only I get to joke around with you like that. Well, even anyone close to you really, not a stranger. And truly, I’m sure they were at least prepared for me to pass out, I have before when I’ve had to get a shot or blood work done.” She confessed and he pouted, “Yeah… How the hell am I supposed to watch them do that to our baby?” She questioned.

“I can do doctor duty, love. Don’t worry.” He assured.

“OK, prefect.” Y/N agreed happily. 

She liked when they talked this way with each other, so certain of what their future had in store for them. And it was nice to know that these were things they’d both wanted so badly as individuals, but coming together, knowing that your partner wanted the same things as you and valued family the same…it just made them both feel even more connected to each other. Later that evening they recounted their experience to Julie who could not stop cracking up 

“Ah…” she exclaimed as her laughing fit died down, “I love you kids, my life would be so dull without the two of you around.” Julie confessed with crinkly eyes and a big smile, “I’m glad you’re alright though.”

“Yeah, me too! At least Harry didn’t concuss himself. You like, passed out in slow motion!” Y/N explained as she laughed and Harry laughed along with her as he shook his head in slight embarrassment.

“So…does this mean that you’re thinking of having a baby soon?” Julie asked with a grin and Harry smiled.

“Ummm, yeah. Ideally this’ll happen once we’ve moved though.”

“I got the pill for now. I just wanted to have the procedure done with a doctor I knew and was comfortable with.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Julie nodded, “Well for what it’s worth, I think the two of you will be absolutely incredible parents.” She said and Harry and Y/N smiled at each other happily.

… OCTOBER …

It was the middle of the night when Y/N felt Harry pull her in towards his body. The action wasn’t all that subtle so it did stir her awake. They had only been in asleep for about 3 hours according to the clock on her bedside table. They’d gone to Oogie Boogie Bash at Disneyland with everyone from the shop and their significant others and had quite a long day. But still Harry was awake for some reason and he huffed like he did when he was upset and she frowned a bit.

“You OK?” Y/N asked softly and he hummed before kissing the side of her head before he shuffled a bit closer to her.

“Mhmm. I was just having a dream that the baby was in the bed with us and I couldn’t hold you like this anymore.” He mumbled lowly, she didn’t have to see his face to know he was pouting a bit as he told her this.

“Oh baby, you don’t have to worry about that. Co-sleeping is not an option.” She said quietly, “Like I don’t mean we can’t ever have a cuddle or anything like that with the baby in bed, but they should sleep in their own space.” Y/N assured and he smiled.

“Good.” He hummed, “Doesn’t seem safe anyway.”

“I mean, it can be done safely. But I just don’t think the benefits outweigh the problems it can bring and I’m not even including the potential hazards.” She said, now even more awake as she considered this and what she knew of the topic. It was a rather big topic for 4am so now her brain was starting to spark up.

“Are you awake awake now?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Definitely.” She confirmed and he sighed.

“Sorry, m’love.” He apologized before kissing her shoulder.

“S’alright. They’re good things to think about.” She assured him and he mumbled his agreement, “I like how we talk about this like the baby was already real or like already here.” She whispered and he smiled.

“Manifestation 101.” Harry whispered back and she smiled, “I think the more real we make them in our mind the more prepared we’ll be for them. They’ll feel that from the very start they were just wanted and loved so much, you know?” He asked her.

“Yeah.” She responded with a smile.

“I do have one condition about us having a baby though.” He said and Y/N decided to just turn around to face him despite the darkness.

“What’s the condition?”

“Well given the holiday coming up in a few weeks I realized that I want to choose the Halloween outfits for our baby until they can form their own opinions.” He said and Y/N chuckled.

“No way. No!”

“What? Why not?”

“Because! What if I have a great idea for one?”

“Well you can suggest it and I can decide if it’s good enough or not. I won’t be closed to suggestions, I just want to be the one to decide.” He explained.

“Well knowing you, you’ll have the baby dressed as like a meatball or something else equally stupid!”

“Oh my god, it’s not stupid! We have to take advantage while the baby is chubby! And it doesn’t have to be a meatball, though that was one of the options…what about a sprout? Like a Brussel spout?” He defended his idea and she cackled because she had guessed right on what kind of things he’d put the baby in if he had his way.

“Noooo! They’ll look like a lump of shit or a booger, Harry! What if we have a little girl and she looks back at her halloween costumes and she see’s herself as a meatball? Like no…she’d never forgive you and I wouldn’t either.” She expressed her concern and he sighed.

“OK, not a meatball or a sprout then…something else. What about a tennis ball?”

“What is this obsession you have with round things? Nothing round!” Y/N sighed in exasperation and he sighed.

“Baby, tennis balls are small-round, so cute! And they’re fuzzy and a cool color.” He pleaded his case and Y/N shook her head in disapproval.

“Just…go to sleep, Harry.” Y/N mumbled through a giggle.

“Baby…” he whined lowly as his big, warm hand rubbed up her hip and then down to her thigh, slow and tender.

“You can’t be serious, H.”

“I am so serious that it’s not even funny.” He spoke with such zeal into the darkness and Y/N sighed.

“One round costume. Just one.” 

“Two?” He bargained and Y/N sighed.

“Fine…but they can’t be ugly colors or food. Make it like a sun or like a little chick hatching, just something cute. Definitely not a meatball, please.” She requested. In moments she felt Harry’s lips press against her own gently.

“Fine, not a meatball.” He responded against her lips and she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He said back softly. 

Harry was fun. He could be really serious and intimidating but once you got to know him he was a total softy. He was silly, quirky, annoying (in an amusing way) and most of all, extremely lovable. So even when he said ridiculous things like wanting to dress up their future baby in a meatball costume Y/N couldn’t get upset at him. In a way, these things about him made her love him just a little bit more and she wouldn’t waste a single opportunity to let him know. So now she was the one surging forward and connecting their lips together in a kiss, though it caught him by surprise when he slightly parted his lips to say something she gently rolled her tongue inside and swiped it along his own. He pulled back from her, surely grinning from ear to ear.

“Whoa…where did that come from?” he asked her quietly with a big grin.

“I just love you and your nonsense a lot.” She responded softly.

“Oh.” He hummed happily, “So-”

“No, that doesn’t mean I’ve changed my stance on the meatball or brussel sprout costumes ideas.” She said and he chuckled.

“You know me way too well. S’like you live in my brain and read my thoughts.” He said quietly and Y/N smiled.

“I mean, I would hope I live in your brain!” She giggled, “You live in mine. Rent free, might I add.” She said softly and he shuffled a bit and then kissed her forehead.

“Harry’s house.” He mumbled before he settled back into his spot beside her.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“You know I find myself wishing we’d met before, but when I just see how we are I’m glad we didn’t cross paths until now. Like we found each other at the perfect time, you know? And as much as I would’ve loved to have you in my life from the very beginning, I think the reason we work so well now is because of the people we are now, you know?”

“Yeah. I think so too. But hey, we’ve got the rest of our lives left to learn more about each other and to love each other…to build a life together that we’re both happy with and proud of.” She whispered, “Well, actually I think we’ve already started that bit.”

“Yeah, we definitely have.” He said huskily before he scooted over and kissed her again. Her hand reached up and held his well-defined, masculine jaw with the utmost tenderness as their kiss deepened. She felt relief as his body weight pressed down over her, he was like the best weighted blanket, everything about him oozed comfort to her. His scent, his warmth, the softness of his skin…she ground up to his hips and he smiled into their kiss. “I’ll get to that, baby. Be patient for me.” He spoke lowly and it made a chill roll down her spine.

“Yes, daddy.” She responded without even giving it any thought and Harry groaned and completely gave in to his carnal needs. His cock immediately started to harden up as the blood in his body rushed to his groin.

“Fuck, spread your legs f’me.” He spoke against her lips and she parted her legs wider so that he could grind against her center better.

The friction against their most sensitive parts was making them both even more aroused. It was just a few moments before she was raising her hips to get her bottoms down and Harry was doing the same, clumsily trying to get his briefs off. Finally he was hovering between her legs again, his thick and sensitive tip was rubbing and prodding at the crease of her entrance. He was slicking his cock up and she anticipated his next move and shivered as he guided it up to her clit. He rubbed himself against it, exhaling shakily at the feeling it was giving him, but knowing that it felt good for her also got him off. Y/N moaned quietly as her clit started to tingle harder and to throb as the delicious feelings grew with each swipe and rub of his cock on her clit. Harry bit his lip to hold back his groan at the sounds of her labored breathing and very soft squeaks of pleasure. He was aching to be sheathed in her tight, cushy, and saturated pussy. 

“Daddy, please get inside.” Y/N supplicated softly. Her tone of voice was light and feathery, it made her skin rise with goosebumps. It made him shiver as he ran his cock back down her drippy slit and he sighed in relief as he pressed at her little hole, with his increasingly added pressure his cock started to sink deeper and deeper into her canal.

“Fuck, babygirl…” he exhaled. He had fucked plenty of people, but no one felt like her. She was so hot and squishy inside. Not to mention just how wet she was, it made it so easy for him to sink every inch of his cock into her tiny cunt. Every bump and ridge of hers stimulated the perfect spots on his cock. And he loved that his length reached right at her cervix right now. He knew she was due for her period soon because it was usually low like this when she was getting close to it. He put more weight over her and she hissed as his cock poked against the smooth and firm structure. “Oh fuuuuck…fuck.” He drawled out a deep moan as his sensitive head glided and prodded at her cervix. 

Y/N was tense beneath him, the feeling was a bit uncomfortable but there were enough peaks of pleasure that she didn’t stop him, it was obviously feeling really good for him. He’d never stayed this deep for that long, but it seemed that he was entranced at the moment and was only making her wetter hearing his sexy sounds. She slipped her hand between their bodies and started to rub her clit in swift circles, her actions nearly effortless from how drenched she was on Harry’s cock. 

“Good girl, play with your pussy for me.” He encouraged her and hummed in approval, “Gonna kneel t’get deeper.” He said and she bit her lip and let him reposition her just a bit before he was sinking back into her with far less resistance than at the start. She held her breath as he then pushed a bit harder. But he somehow thrust up and she gasped in shock as he impaled right into her g-spot. He gave a few testing thrusts and her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly, the sound muffled up as he placed his hand over her mouth. He’d reached there with his fingers but his cock was bigger and it felt better. 

Her abs were already tensing as he ground into her for a few seconds and then he went back to thrusting. The rapid changes in his technique were not letting her orgasm build as fast as she wanted. The pleasure was dragging on and on, he was so great at edging her. She could feel her body start to wind up and right before she could get into that sweet spot he’d transition to the next pattern. This went on for a bit of time, she could tell that he was also struggling with this, but he wasn’t going to let up just yet. There was always a part of him that loved torturing himself like this and if she was a willing participant even better. But she was getting to the edge of it all, she was having to tense her curl her toes to attempt to hang on just a bit more.

“Mmmm daddy, I need t’come! Please, I need t’come!” Y/N whimpered into his palm.

“Just hang on a little longer, my love. Be good and wait for daddy.” He grunted with each thrust and she exhaled shakily and squeezed her eyes shut, “Can you be good for me and stay quiet?” She nodded and he removed his hand from over her mouth. “Rub your clit f’me.” He instructed, “Rub it f’me like you do when you’re alone and thinking about me.” He said lowly and she pressed her lips together and moaned softly, “Fuck, now that we got that thing out of your arm we can try for a baby.” He panted, “M’gonna have to be this deep so that it’ll catch, babygirl.”

“Fuck, please daddy! Make it catch!” She whispered breathily and Harry moaned lowly as his abs tensed as he started nearing his orgasm.

“I will, babygirl. Fuck, m’so fucking full and swollen for you.” He panted, “Gonna drain my balls in your tasty, little pussy. Gonna put a baby in you, babygirl.” He grunted as his thrusts started to slow in speed but increase in force.  She gasped at the feeling, she was getting so close to coming, her legs were starting to shake around his hips.

“Yes, daddy, yes! Let’smakeababy.” She slurred as her walls started to tighten up around Harry.

“Fuck yeah…gonna make you give me so many babies.” He whispered as he started to rut against her, “You’re so good letting me use your body like this. Letting me use you to make my babies. Shit…so fucking breedable…” he moaned. The repeated prodding at her g-spot combined with her fingers zooming around her clit had started to make her wither. Her breath was hitching and her moans slipped past her lips involuntarily, “Shhh, shhhh…” Harry urged her as he tried to stay on rhythm. She started to submit to it all, to feelings of excitement and pleasure and love for Harry, it was just too much.

“Oh fuck, keep going just like that, daddy! That’s such a good spot, it feels so good right there!” She keened. Harry focused on making sure to keep going until she was pulsing around him and he fervidly continued thrusting his hips towards her, “I’m gonna come! I’m-I’m…” her voice cracked as her back arched. Harry exhaled hard through his nose as Y/N came undone. It felt so fucking good she swore her brain melted as the pleasure crawled through her veins, the butterflies in her stomach mimicked the feeling one got from dropping from a tall rollercoaster. Her eyes rolled back and she started to trembled as he kept going, overstimulating her in the process of him chasing his own orgasm. Harry’s balls were starting to throb as they pumped his sperm up the thick shaft of his cock, loading it up so that he could drown her pussy with his sperm and get her pregnant. Fuck, he wanted to get her pregnant so badly, he was desperate to give her a baby soon. His rhythm faltered as he reached his limit.

“Fuck babygirl, ready f’me?” He asked lowly, “I’m coming…fuck, I’m coming!” He moaned softly as he started to shoot thick, milky white streams of his sperm into her generously. With each thrust he’d spill in just a bit more of his cum. The wet, squelching sounds of him driving his cum deep into her pussy were making him dizzy along with her soft whimpers and praises for giving her so much of his seed. It made his orgasm feeling like it went on for ages as he just shivered and vibrated from the pleasure. 

“Shit.” Harry panted tiredly as he finally stopped moving. He leaned down and kissed her passionately for a few moments before he pulled out of her and Y/N’s walls tightened around nothing at the loss of his warmth. “Gonna get something to clean you up.” He said and she just hummed. He quickly put on his briefs and quietly rushed into her bathroom across the hall from her bedroom. The floorboards just faintly creaked beneath his weight when he entered her room again. She was spent and she felt so spacey, seemingly having gone under just a bit. She frowned and draped her arm over her face when her bedside lamp came on.

“Sorry, my love. Could’t see.” He said quietly and then gently dabbed the toilet paper at her entrance to soak up any excess cum. His mouth watered a bit when he saw the big creampie he’d given her, she was loaded up completely. He knew she was on the pill, but he just wanted to treat this like a time when he was actually trying to get her pregnant. It had all been so hot and primal and real…he couldn’t end the fantasy now. So he just reached for her shorts and helped get them on. “Alright, be right back!” He said and rushed back to the bathroom to go pee and toss the soiled toilet paper. When he returned he smiled when he saw her curled up and peering up to the door waiting for him.

“Hurry, I think m’under a bit.” She whispered and he quickly shut the door and hopped into bed. He reached back to get the light off as she melted against his body. “You played so well, my love. Felt like we were doing it for real.” He muttered against her ear.

“Yeah, it did.” She whispered and smiled when he kissed her head. “Was so good.”

“Yeah, it was…but it’s always so fucking good with you. You’re so fucking good f’me, my love. So fucking pretty and pliant.” He praised her as he rubbed her tummy with his hand, “Thank you for being so good f’me.”

“Course, daddy. Love you.” She whispered happily. 

“I love you too, baby.” Harry whispered. And after expelling all that energy and living in a beautiful fantasy they soon fell back asleep. 

… NOVEMBER …

Y/N and Julie were busy making a nice little dinner for Anne and Hillary’s arrival. Harry had called about half an hour prior to inform them that his mom and grandma’s flight had to do an emergency landing in New York for fuel so their arrival was delayed for about an hour, give or take. She and Julie were not bothered by this information because This delay also gave them time to do some extra tidying up around the house. Y/N had just finished tidying up the entrance of the house when Julie opened up the front door.

“Phone’s ringing!” She informed handing it over to her.

“Oh no, that’s my alarm for my birth control.” Y/N said when she recognized the tune she had set for that, “Be right back!” She said grabbing her phone from Julie and proceeded to rush over to her bedroom to get her pills from her purse. 

She dug around for the little sleeve they were encased in and finally found them and pulled them out. She absentmindedly popped it out and tossed the little pill in her mouth before reaching for the water bottle on her nightstand and drinking some down to help it pass faster. When she attempted to slip the little packet of pills back into the sleeve she was struggling and realized that it was catching and just turned it face up and then she just stared at it for a few moments when she realized that she was on the second pill of three pills that were supposedly supposed to be the “period pills” - meaning she was supposed to be on her period now. She set them down and tried to do some mental math about when she’d gotten her last period. As she pondered this a memory resurfaced.

She was supposed to start her period the day before Halloween…had it already been a month? She set the little packet of pills down and furrowed her eyebrows as she just tried her best to make sure that it hadn’t come late…but she remembers that she was quite stressed that week because it was her mom’s birthday and she had also been spamming her with pics of her nieces and nephew’s “spirit week” outfits during those days. Her dad had texted her a scolding for her not calling her mom on her birthday… her period was very flaky under stress, it always had been so she didn’t think much of it at the time and clearly she’d forgotten all about it. There was no way she was pregnant… but then when she thought further back she recalled that she’d been really inconsistent with the birth control pills the first couple weeks because she kept forgetting to take them…that’s when she decided she’d set an alarm for them… and then her eyes widened even more when she recalled that it was during those weeks that she and Harry had literally had the hottest sex of their relationship in this very room, just a few steps away on her bed. She was still processing when she walked over to the kitchen to find Julie. When she walked in she stood there for a few seconds silently as she pieced together how she would even break this news to her aunt.

“What? You’re creeping me out!” Julie chuckled as she spared Y/N a glance. She swallowed thickly her tongue felt so heavy, almost as if it were unwilling to help her form the words. “You’re scaring me.” Julie said with a slight frown now as she set down the knife in her hands.

“Ummm…I…I think we need to get a pregnancy test.” She finally got out softly and with so much anxiety laced in her voice. Julie’s frown slowly turned up into a smile as she brought her hands up to hold her face.

“Are you serious right now?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“So fucking serious.” She managed to breathe out and Julie nodded and rushed over to the burner to shut it off and move the food to the cool one behind it. 

“OK! OK! Let me get my bag and my keys and we’ll go.” She said and rushed out of the kitchen only to peek back in seconds later, “I need you to chug like 2 water bottles.” She said and then hurried away again.

After 20 minutes they were back at the house with a few pregnancy tests. Y/N knew she didn’t need that many but she wanted to at least take 2 just to be sure and well, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few on hand in case this was just a little glitch in her system. She did need to pee and Julie provided her with a disposable cup to pee in to get an actual clean sample on both tests. Eventually another 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was still distracting herself in the kitchen. Julie’s exasperated sigh called her attention.

“We need to check.”

“I’m scared.” Y/N confessed.

“Of what?” Her aunt asked with compassion.

“What if I end up exactly like my parents and I? Like what if I’m not ready? Or what if Harry’s not ready yet? Like…what if he doesn’t take it well? Or his mom and grandma! Oh my god… oh my god!!!!” She started to spiral.

“Relax, they’re not like our family, remember?” Julie reminded her with gentle hands on her shoulders. “And if you are, Harry will be thrilled. You know it!” Julie assured her with a smile and Y/N exhaled slowly.

“Yeah. He wants this with me.”

“He really does. Wants to marry you and everything.” Julie threw in a wink and Y/N smiled at her aunt, “And the more I see you two together, planning your lives, the more I’m confident that you two were destined to do this and just… do life together.” She said with so much love for her in her eyes. Y/N just hugged around her tightly and Julie smiled and groaned as she squeezed Y/N back just a little tighter. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” Y/N whispered with welled up eyes. Moments later Julie was following Y/N to the bathroom.

“Well?” Julie asked as Y/N hesitated to step in far enough to get a glimpse, “Am I a grandma or not?” Julie asked impatiently and Y/N groaned as she just reached for the tests and looked over them.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!” She literally shrieked at the top of her lungs as she jumped up and down excitedly with the biggest smile as tears rolled down her face. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Julie shouted as Y/N hurried over and hugged her tight. She kissed her head a few times before they both started screaming excitedly again through their tears.

There wasn’t a speck of doubt in Y/N’s body as soon as she saw the 2 positive tests. Julie was right, she and Harry were destined to be in each other’s lives. Theirs was such a special type of love, everyone could see it. She had the best person on the planet to start a family with. He would make the very best dad, she could already envision it. And envision his reaction when she’d tell him. He’d probably be happier than her, if that were even possible. Being swallowed up in their bubble of ecstasy, Y/N and Julie didn’t hear the front door open.

*******

Harry came in already laughing since he heard Y/N & Julie screaming through the front door. His mum and gran were chuckling along with him as he made some joke about how excited they were to see them. But when he got the door open he saw Julie and Y/N down the hall, outside of the bathroom. They were screaming and jumping up and down in a circle. He laughed along as they seemed to not even realize they had arrived. His mum and gran were giggling at the commotion.

“What on earth is going on here?” Harry asked with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was a bit scary how perfectly in sync Y/N and Julie had shut up and turned in his direction. They then looked at each other and Julie just nodded reassuringly with an easy smile, it made Harry’s heart start to race. And Y/N reached into the bathroom before she turned back and held out what looked to be a pregnancy test to him. He walked over to her and looked down at it and his heart immediately started racing and his body started to buzz from the inside out. His vision started to blur as his lips started to turn up as the two pink lines before him were burned into his memory. He looked up into her joyfully glossy eyes and then looked down at the breathtakingly meek smile on her lips then back to her eyes. It made him fall in love with her all over again. He was smiling so wide now, her smile matching his. Her tears inevitably catalyzing his own crying. He inhaled sharply and just stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms as his body shook with some sort of sobbing-laughing thing that somehow felt like the only acceptable reaction to this news.

“Oh, my love….” He whispered as he swayed them from side to side a few times as she cried in his arms. His eyes glanced to Julie only to see her hiding her smile with her hands. She was crying too, but she stepped forward and grabbed the test from his hand and hurried over to his mum and grandmother. Julie presumably showed it to them because he faintly heard his own family shrieking excitedly and shouting praises and congratulations. He squeezed her just a bit harder and relished in the feeling of her in his arms; he’d never felt more close to her than he did in that very moment.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” She said through her tears and he nodded and dipped down to finally kiss her lips. It was tender but heavy with passion. He grabbed her face gently and pecked her lips over and over again. His kisses moved down her jaw, neck, chest, and finally to her stomach. He kissed her three times before pressing himself back up from his kneeling position and pulling her into his arms again.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, “Thank you so much, my love.” He whispered again.

And just for a few moments they felt like they were alone in the universe and having this moment together. Julie, his mum, and gran all blubbering just a few feet behind him were the thing that made him touch back down to reality. He looked down to his lover, his life partner, and best friend with a look of gratitude before he pulled apart and allowed his mum and gran to come hug Y/N. Julie came over and squeezed Harry in a warm hug.

“Congrats, H.” She said softly, “You guy’ll be amazing.”

“Thank you.” He said softly as he pulled back to smile at her before they turned to see his mum releasing Y/N to allow his gran to hug her as well. She offered some assurances and congratulations as she held her close for a few moments before she let her go and Y/N turned back to him and he suddenly had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “AND SCENE!” He shouted as seriously as possible and his mum and gran looked to each other in a disillusioned manner and Julie tutted and back handed his chest.

“You little shit.” She scolded him before his lips turned up into a toothy grin as he sniggered and his mum and gran shook their heads in disapproval of his innovative, yet ill-timed humor.

“She’s right, you are a little shit.” His gran said and Y/N burst into laughter and leaned into his mum. 

Harry couldn’t stop staring at her for the rest of the night or take his hands off of her. He just yearned to be as near as possible. He knew he loved her before, but he had no idea that he was capable of loving even more. It almost hurt, how much love he felt for her. Having this together was something that tethered them to each other in such a special way for the rest of their lives. Literally, this little sea monkey looking thing, fighting for life inside of her was tangible evidence of their love and devotion to each other. He felt like he was in a trance of sheer joy for the rest of the night. And when they were back at his place he wandered into the bathroom as she applied her moisturizer with a soft smile on her face. His hand slid down from her waist and to her tummy. She was so soft to the touch and he just splayed his palm out over her and he smiled at her through the mirror as he just sent all of his good vibes and good intentions to the little clump of cells and genetic chaos that would become their perfect baby in a few months.

“Thank you.” He expressed his gratitude to her once again. This is something he’d always wanted and there wasn’t a better person for him to share this with. 

“Thank you.” She insisted and he chuckled.

“Is it too early to start talking names?” He asked and she sniggered and shook her head.

“No, it’s never too early! Tell me your ideas.” She assured and he kissed her cheek sloppily before dragging her into bed and sharing ideas until they both dozed off.

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Sweeter Than Honey • 2

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader

WC: 5.4k

Summary: It all started with a failed attempt to buy your boss a new phone, and then suddenly you're in the middle of nowhere Ireland crying your eyes out in front of a handsome mechanic who would do just about anything to make you smile again...

Note: No warnings for this one except I'm pretty sure I've lost my damn mind LOL

Series Masterlist

Once the event had ended, Sarah brought her two sons over to meet Tony, and the light in their eyes as they met their favorite author caused you to completely melt.

Seeing the look on Bucky’s face witnessing their joy was the only thing that could top it.

As the group was still mingling, you handed the new phone over to Tony, and his mouth hung open for a second before he gave you an impressed look.

“I’ll be damned, Y/n,” he said, opening up the box and taking out the phone, “You managed to do the impossible.” He checked his watch and smiled. “I bet if I set this up as soon as we get back to the hotel I can call Pepper and Morgan in the next hour or so.” He looked up at you again. “Thank you. You really outdid yourself with this.”

You beamed. “Thanks, boss, but I gotta say, Bucky was the one to really pull through with this.” You looked over to the tall Irishman at your side and your smile grew. “I wouldn’t have been able to survive this day without him.”

Bucky gave you a side smile and a quick wink, the two of you completely forgetting that you were surrounded by others for a few seconds. 

But then you looked back at Tony whose eyes were now narrow, gaze flickering between the two of you and you felt heat rise to your face. Looking over at Bucky, you saw that he was blushing.

“Right…” Tony said, nodding his head slowly. “Well Bucky,” he held out his hand and Bucky shook it, “Thank you for all of your help today. You and Y/n sure make a great team.” He paused for a second, then said, “You know, we’re hosting a big fundraiser dinner tomorrow night. Great food, expensive drinks, stupidly rich people to mildly poke fun at. I’d love for you to attend as one of my guests as a thank you for getting us through today.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up and he cleared his throat, looking over at you for approval. 

You bit your lip, giving him a sure, why not look. Of course, you would love to have him go for a multitude of reasons. The only other person you would know at this event besides Tony was Quentin, and there was no way you were going to get stuck with his grumpy ass for the night. 

It was more than that, though. You really wanted any excuse to spend more time with Bucky before you had to go back home. And the idea of seeing him in a suit? Yes..yes, he could come.

So with that, Bucky looked back to Tony and shrugged. “I mean, if it’s no trouble….and for a good cause-”

“Great!” Tony said, clapping his hands together. “It’s settled. I’m sure Y/n can fill you in on the details and arrange a seat next to her at our table. Sound good?”

You bobbed your head up and down. “Great.”

Just like that, you had two upcoming dates with Bucky in the books.

Now, it was time to get the first one in motion. You and Tony drove back to the hotel in the newly-repaired rental. Bucky said he would pick you up in an hour or so to give both of you time to freshen up.

You ran to the shower as soon as you got to your room, washing off the sweat from running around Dublin and beyond all day.

Bucky said that the pub was a casual spot filled with regulars, so you figured you didn’t need to dress to the nines like you would for tomorrow evening. Instead, you went with jeans, an army-green crop top tee and black leather jacket. The shirt left a bit of your midsection exposed, something that you hardly ever felt comfortable allowing.

But hell, you were in Europe going on a date with a man you’d probably never see again, so if he for some reason was repulsed by your stomach, it wouldn't really matter in the end. Why not further put yourself out of your comfort zone and have a little bit of fun?

Plus, in the short time you knew Bucky, you had a strong feeling that this was the farthest thing from an issue.  

Said dashing Irishman was waiting at the entrance of the hotel as soon as you stepped out onto the cobblestone sidewalk, leaning against the door of his truck with both of his hands in his pockets, smiling at you sheepishly. His smile grew tenfold as he looked you up and down, taking in your outfit and you felt heat coursing through your body from his gaze.

You also felt a sense of jealousy that he had something to lean on as you took in his appearance. No longer in the henley, Bucky had thrown on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black knit sweater that clung to his body in all the right places. His baseball hat was gone, allowing his wavy chestnut locks freedom to flow around his smiling face, and all you wanted to do was rake your fingers through them.

After standing there a few moments too long, both ogling one another, Bucky stood straight and walked toward you. You figured he was just going to just escort you to his car, which is why you let out a surprised gasp when he enveloped you into his arms and hugged you.

His sweater was so soft, so warm, and he smelled faintly of sandalwood. It worked out with your height difference that your cheek rested perfectly against his chest, and his chin landed right on the crown of your head.

He held onto you, not too tightly to make you feel like you were suffocating, but with enough strength to bring a sense of safety, as if nothing could touch you while you were in his arms.

When he pulled back, you gave him a wide-eyed grin.

“Three hugs in one night, Buck? People are gonna start talking…” you joked, feigning nonchalance as if your heart weren’t beating out of your chest.

He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. “Look, love, ye started it with the first one earlier. And I gotta admit, it was so grand, I don’t know if I can ever get enough.”

You bit your bottom lip, rolling your eyes at the level of charm. “Oh really now?”

He chuckled. “Yes. Really.” His arm reached out and you grabbed his hand as he led you to the passenger side, opening the door and closing it once you were settled.

The Golden Elixir Tavern basically fit every bar sitcom stereotype you had ever seen on television. The tiny establishment was completely packed, and yet it seemed like everyone there was each other’s best friend.

As soon as you and Bucky walked in, everyone turned and erupted into cheers, beer glasses sloshing around in the air.

They - for obvious reasons - spotted the massive man that had walked in first, but when they saw your shorter form following behind, hand in his, the place went eerily quiet, and suddenly there was a sea of confused, inquisitive faces before you.

You could have sworn you heard a cricket chirp somewhere in the building.

Bucky turned his head to you with an apologetic expression and huffed before turning back to the crowd and shouting, “Aye! Fuck off ye nosy lot!”

And just like that, the silence ended as everyone else yelled profanities back at him, and returned their attention back to one another.

He squeezed your hand and gave you a wink. “Come on, let’s get ye a drink.”

The two women running the bar had to be the most gorgeous people you had ever laid eyes on (aside from Bucky, obviously). They both had their own uniquely fierce, fiery red hair that glistened under the soft glow of the bar, and though they were smaller than most, you could tell by the way they carried themselves that they were not to be messed with.

One of them walked up to the end of the wooden bar as the two of you approached, looking at you up and down and then giving Bucky a narrow-eyed smile.

“Barnes,” she said, her voice smooth as butter, causing your immediate girl crush to increase tenfold. Her accent was American, you noted.

Bucky nodded. “Romanoff.” He looked down at you and smiled. “What’ll ye have?”

You pursed your lips, contemplating. “Whiskey?”

His brows shot up, but then he let out a small laugh before turning back to the redhead. “Ye heard the lady. Two.”

Romanoff grinned, moving her gaze to you with an impressed look. “Coming right up.”

Your eyes swept the pub as she poured the amber liquid. The walls were lined with high top tables and massive wooden barrels to sit on, with various random art pieces, signets, and photos covering every square inch above. In one corner, a small stage was set up with a few mic stands, piano, and an acoustic guitar.

“Do they have live performances?” you asked Bucky.

He shrugged, clearing his throat. “Every once in a while. Ye like music?”

“I mean, I’m not a stellar performer, but I was a music and theatre geek in high school. That’s one thing I love about New York. They have live music practically everywhere. It’s great when it’s intimate like this.”

Bucky was about to speak when the redhead returned. “You’re from New York?” You nodded and she looked to Bucky. “Barnes, that’s-”

“Thank you, Natasha,” Bucky interrupted, grabbing the glasses and handing one to you. Before you would wonder what had just happened, he was giving you another dazzling, boyish smile, tilting his whiskey toward yours. “Cheers, love.”

You gently tapped your glass to his. “Cheers, Buck.”

With a wink, he knocked his glass back in one gulp, no trace of a wince on his beautiful face as he swallowed it down.

Alright, tough guy, you thought. Two can play this game.

You sent a silent thanks to your grandma in the U.S. for introducing you to scotch and whiskey the moment you turned 21, then mimicked Bucky’s movement as you downed the glass in one go.

When you brought your eyes from the ceiling back to his ocean irises, his mouth hung open in shock.

You winked back.

“I like her,” you both turned your head to Natasha, who was giving you a side smile as she wiped off a glass. Then she extended a hand to you for a formal introduction. “I’m Nat.”

You shook it. “Y/n. Sorry if this is, like, super rude to ask, but are you American?”

Her grin widened and she cocked her head to the side, eyes flickering up to the ceiling for a second before returning to you. “Technically I’m Russian. My family and I moved around a lot, and I spent a lot of time in D.C.” Suddenly, she switched to an Irish brogue out of nowhere as she said, “I can basically speak in any accent. I guess it would be easier to talk like this while I live here, especially with the hair and everything making it so easy to fit in.” She switched to American again. “But I just love keeping people on their toes.”

You shook your head in awe. “I think I’m in love with you.”

She blew you a kiss before sliding over two newly filled glasses in front of you. When had she even refilled those? “Most people are.”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky groaned out, hooking an arm around your waist to guide you to the other end of the bar. “Let’s go meet the much less flirtatious Wanda.”

Nat smirked as you were whisked off. “Let me know if you need anything,” she joked, shaking her head in amusement as Bucky’s feigned annoyance.

Wanda was the other redhead behind the bar, who was surprisingly also Eastern European, her accent more pronounced than Nat’s. One smile from her made you feel like she was the type of person who was really good at hugging and listening to others. Like you could unload all of your problems on her and she would happily take them with open arms.

The next person you met was Steve, the one you recalled Bucky speaking on the phone to earlier that day when you were dealing with the flat tire - had that really only been today? Feels like it was weeks ago, you thought.

Up until now, you were positive that there was no one on this earth larger than Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers was the exception, and you took a step back as the giant blond man barreled into the bar, wrapping Bucky’s neck into a headlock that seemed to be an affectionate greeting between the two.

“Alright, ye blimey bastard,” Steve said, blue eyes glistening, “I was promised all the pints in the world, so let’s get goin’.” His eyes shot over to you and then he grinned. “And who’s this?”

Bucky groaned, removing himself from Steve’s hold and moving to your side. “Steve, this is Y/n. Y/n, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes bounced between the two of you, grin widening. Then, he extended out his hand, which you took thinking he was just going to shake it. But then, he was leaning down, bringing your hand up until his lips softly pressed against your skin.

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/n,” he said smoothly, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or roll your eyes.

“Jesus, Steve,” Bucky muttered, taking your hand out of his best friend’s hold and bringing it to his side. He didn’t let go, just interlaced his fingers with yours. “Can ye not be an arse for like, five seconds?”

“Perhaps if I had a pint in my hand, I could consider it,” Steve said, and you giggled.

Bucky just shook his head, looking over at Wanda. “Wan, can ye please help me out?”

“On it,” she responded with a smile, giving you a knowing look as she grabbed a glass and worked on getting Steve a drink.

More people followed in after that, all of them dying to meet the person Bucky refused to stay more than a few inches away from. 

During that time, they opened the stage to performers, and various members took their turns singing, reciting poetry, playing piano, guitar, everything. Some songs were jovial tunes, others more somber, all of it was beautiful, and there were moments that you found yourself lost in the performance. Then you’d come to and see Bucky smiling at your dreamlike expression.

Eventually, two of them were introduced to you as Sam and Becca. Becca, as in Bucky’s sister.

You lept forward and pulled the short woman with unruly brown curls in for a tight hug and she let out a small laugh.

“Well hello to ye too, darlin’,” she said, returning the hug.

You pulled away, hands on her shoulders and staring into the blue eyes that almost matched her brother’s to a T. “You saved my ass today,” you said. “Both you and Bucky. Thank you.”

She smiled. “Of course. I’m glad things went…” she looked and Bucky, “...so well.”

“Apparently she’s namin’ her first child after ye,” he grumbled. “Even though I was the one to actually rescue her from BHOD.”

You nudged his stomach with your elbow. “Second kid. I’ll name my second kid after you, okay?”

He let out a huff in response and Becca cackled. “God, yer so dramatic, brother.”

Bucky opened his mouth, ready with some sassy retort when Natasha called out to him, “Oy! Barnes!” He turned to the redhead and she pointed to one corner of the bar. “You’re up, buddy.”

He turned to your confused expression and blushed, giving you a small grin. “I’ll be back, love.” Before leaving, he placed a hand at the small of your back and leaned forward until his lips brushed along your cheek for a soft kiss. You clenched your jaw to prevent a noise from escaping you, and then next thing you knew your blue-eyed mechanic was heading over to the microphone.

You turned to Becca, gaping.

She raised her brows in a just you wait expression, nodding her head to Bucky and you watched him grab the guitar by the wall and a stool. He sat down, positioning himself so that the guitar rested on his leg and he raised the mic stand to reach his tall form. The whole room started whooping and hollering as he got himself settled and he blushed.

“Um,” he said in a deep, low voice, tuning the guitar. He cleared his throat. “Haven’t played this one yet. But it seems like a grand enough night to do so.” His eyes met yours and he gave you a small smile before his fingers started strumming.

You knew it before he even started singing, and it brought an unfamiliar ache to your chest. 

“I had a thought, dear

However scary

About that night

The bugs and the dirt”

His voice was, of course, perfect. Sweet like sugar with just a bit of a grizzly bite to it. Hozier usually sang the song in a higher key, but you could tell that Bucky transposed it to fit within the range of his grizzly baritone voice.

“I will not as you where you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you.”

His eyes locked on yours once again.

“Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do.”

You chugged the rest of your whiskey, placing the empty glass on the bar and Wanda refilled it.

Suddenly, you felt a large presence behind you. You turned to see Steve smiling down at you. 

“He sure is somethin’, isn’t he?” he asked, eyebrows wiggling up and down.

You bit back a smile, shaking your head. “Is this his move? He rescues people from a ditch in the road and then brings them to a pub to sweep them off their feet with his ridiculous charm?”

Steve sighs, shaking his head. “Nope. He’s never brought anyone here. Ever.”

Your eyes narrow, the ache in your chest growing. “Ever?”

“Ever. He knows if he did everyone here would give him so much shite for it and rag on him for bein’ sweet on someone.” He lifted his glass to his lips and murmured, “Guess he thought ye were worth it.”

You turned back to Bucky, noticing that his focus was still on you as he sang.

There was absolutely no fucking way that this was actually your life. It had to be a dream. The best damn dream of your life.

Your eyes looked down at his fingers, moving effortlessly across the strings. Then, to his hair, how the dark brown color seemed to glow underneath the lights. His eyes once more, trained on you and sparkling, as if looking into your very soul.

“I will not ask you where you came from”

Little did he know, he was claiming it for himself with each word he sang.

“I will not ask you, neither should you.”

As stupid as that was for you to do. To allow your heart to drift its way over to this man who you would never see after tomorrow. His life was here, and yours was in America.

“Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips”

It was going to hurt like a motherfucker. But you had officially decided that until then…

“We should just kiss like real people do”

You were going to spend whatever time you had enjoying every single moment of it to the fullest.

Everyone began cheering again as Bucky played the final note, and he nodded at them in thanks. You took another large swig of whiskey while he put the guitar away, allowing the warmth of the liquid to give you courage as he walked toward you.

He only had a second to narrow his eyes in confusion before your hands cupped his face, pulling him down until his lips met yours.

If he was caught off guard at all, he didn’t show it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body flush to his, completely enveloping you within his form. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in and as soon as he got a taste of you, Bucky let out a low, guttural moan.

Meanwhile, you were going feral, hands moving up to take hold of his hair, which was even more soft than you imagined. Everything about Bucky was better than you could have imagined. The way his scruff lightly scratched your skin, the sweetness of his lips, his large hands desperate to touch every part of you.

Sure, there were probably dozens of eyes on you, and you could hear the whistles and cheers and a way to go, Buck from Steve, but you didn’t give a damn. None of them mattered in this moment. Only Bucky.

You were the first to pull away, only because you were on the verge of passing out. The two of you were breathless, his eyes were scanning your face, licking his lips as if trying to hold onto the taste of you.

“Hope I didn’t read the situation wrong,” you joked, one hand moving a strand of hair out of his face. “I mean, it seemed like you were practically begging for it with that song.”

His face broke out into a wide grin and he let out a low chuckle. “Believe me, love, if ye weren’t gonna kiss me in the next hour I was actually goin’ to start beggin’.”

Your left eyebrow shot up. “Now that is something I’d like to see.”

He chuckled again and then pulled you in for another kiss, less hungry but still intense enough for you to have to lean on him for support because your legs were about to buckle.

“Okay,” Steve groaned, “Will you two get a room already?”

Bucky moved back and glared at his best friend. But there was a lightness in his crystalline irises as he looked back at you. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded. “Absolutely-”

“Wait! Ye can’t leave yet!” Becca exclaimed. You turned to see her staring, arms crossed over her. “Y/n still hasn’t performed.”

Bucky shook his head. “Becs, she doesn’t need to-”

“Um, yes she does,” his sister cuts off. “Them’s the Elixir’s rules. Newbies have to get up there and do somethin’.”

You gave a panicked look to Bucky and he shook his head again. “Ye don’t have to…”

“Sorry Barnes,” Natasha called out. “If Y/n ever wants to come back, she’s gotta pay her dues.”

If she ever wants to come back.

Back to Ireland, back to the Golden Elixir, back to Bucky.

You sighed, then wiggled your way out of Bucky’s strong hold and downed your whiskey. Natasha filled it one last time and then you were walking slowly to the mic.

You bit your bottom lip, eyes scanning the pub until they landed on a very anxious looking Bucky. He looked as if he thought you would never want to talk to him again after going through with this.

Obviously you were going to talk to him, and nothing was going to stop you from kissing his pretty face when you were done. So you gave him a reassuring smile and a wink, which seemed to relax his shoulders.

“Hello everyone,” you started, “I’m Y/n…”

“Hi Y/n,” everyone said in unison and you laughed.

“It’s been great meeting you all and drinking your whiskey. I gotta say, it tastes a lot better than most of the shit I drink back home in the states.” That was met with loud cheering, even from Bucky. “I do know part of a song that I feel y’all will know, and I have to admit I found it on TikTok being performed by the beloved Hozier.” Bucky’s brows shot up and his smile widened. “Hopefully I don’t butcher it too much, but if I do, I just ask that you’ll help me out.”

More cheers. And then you cleared your throat.

“Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipe and fiddle,”

The whole pub erupted, and Bucky was whooping and clapping his hands.

“What’s hotter than mustard and milder than cream?

What best wets your whistle, what’s clearer than crystal,

Sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?”

You lifted up your whiskey glass and took a sip as everyone kept cheering. As you continued with the song, everyone sang along with you, until the entirety of the Golden Elixir was swaying side to side, waving their glasses in the air as they belted out the classic and well-beloved tune. Even Natasha was smiling, singing her heart out.

Bucky sang along as well, the entire time looking at you like you were the damn sun and he was all of the planets orbiting around you. He was enraptured, smitten, completely lost in everything that made up you.

“And, boys, I’d half wonder if lighting and thunder

Was made from the plunder of whiskey, me boys.” 

With the last words sung, you downed the rest of your glass, raising it all the way up as you giggled at the riot happening before you. Swarms of people ran up to hug you and pat you on the back, calling you a true Irish lass and telling you that you were welcome any time you wanted.

Eventually, a path cleared for Bucky to get through to you, and now it was his turn to cage your face in his hands and kiss you senseless, and everything around you seemed to go quiet as you lost yourself in his lips.

When he pulled away, he whispered into your lips, “Ready for another adventure, love?”

You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose with his. “Lead the way, Buck.”

It was a 30 minute drive to your destination, most of it surrounded by fields. It was too dark to really make out anything, but you were more than content with looking out the window at the stars.

The stars and, well, Bucky’s smiling face. 

His hand remained on your leg the entire trip.

After a few miles, he veered off the main road and onto the grass, driving a little bit further until you were a couple hundred feet from the main road.

“Stay here, love,” he said as turned the ignition off.

“Is this the moment you tell me that you are actually a serial killer and you’re about to murder me in the middle of nowhere, Ireland?” you remarked, unable to fight back a smile.

Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, moving to get out of the truck. “Nah,” he said, grabbing a lantern from the back seat. “I mean, that was the original plan, but now I like yer voice too much. Can’t get enough of it, really.”

Your breath hitched as you watched him close the door of the back seat and move to the bed of the truck.

A few minutes later, he was opening your door, taking your hand to help you out to lead you to the back of the truck.

A small gasp escaped you as you took in the display. Bucky had lain out a blanket with a few pillows and had unknowingly created your literal dream date.

“I come out here every once in a while when the sky is clear,” he said, jumping up onto the bed and turning to help you. “Ye said yer from New York, and I feel like ye don’t get to see the stars like ye can here in a big city like that.”

You nodded slowly, looking up at the infinite number of stars above you in awe.

It only took seconds for the two of you to entangle yourselves together on the blanket, your head resting on Bucky’s chest, arm wrapped around his abdomen while his held you close to him, fingers running along the side of your body. A chorus of crickets was the only sound aside from the heartbeat against your cheek.

“Have you been to New York before?” you asked, eyes still looking up at the glowing constellations. 

You felt him nod. “Me mum was from there. Met my da when she was travelin’ and then the rest was history. We’ve gone a couple of times to see family.”

“Do you still go?” You tried to remove any sense of hope in your voice.

His hand stopped moving along your side for a fraction of a second, and then continued traveling down to your waist. “Not as often, but yes.” He let out a long sigh. “Not gonna have much time to travel soon with school and all.”

You looked up at him. “You’re going to school? For what?”

“Engineering, hopefully,” his lips curved upward in excitement and you felt your heart almost burst. “Wasn’t able to go to uni when I turned 18 cause we couldn’t afford it. Started workin’ at the shop instead, but I’ve been savin’ and studyin’.”

“That’s amazing, Buck. Do you know where you’re going?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again and said, “Not sure. Still waitin’ to hear back from a few places for the fall.”

You cupped his cheek and turned it to face you. “Any place would be lucky enough to have you.”

He beamed then, eyes drifting down to your lips as he moved forward to kiss you. It was slow, lazy, more intoxicating than any of the whiskey you had consumed that evening. It was as if you were both taking the time to memorize the feel of one another, desperately trying to permanently etch the feeling of each other’s lips in your minds.

Suddenly, you were giggling into his lips, and Bucky pulled away, eyes narrowed in confusion though he was still smiling.

“Sorry,” you said, still laughing. “It’s just…I can’t believe that this is my life right now.” Your pointer finger traced his brow bone. “I mean, I’m making out with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, who casually lifts cars and can sing, but also makes me laugh and is genuinely so sweet and kind….and I get to KISS him? Like, how is any of this even real-”

Your words were cut off by Bucky’s lips crashing into yours. Gone was the slow, lazy movements. This time was harder, desperate, dizzying as he crushed your body to his.

You weren’t laughing this time when he pulled away, both of you panting. 

“Does it feel real yet, love?” He stroked a finger along your hairline.

Still unable to speak from the lack of air in your lungs, you simply nodded. 

“Good, because I don’t ever want ye to ever think ye can’t exist in a world where I wouldn’t want an angel with a smile brighter than the stars above to kiss me ‘til I’m blue in the face, ye hear? These lips are yers for as long as ye’ll have them.”

Yours.

It amazed you that in just the few hours you had known Bucky, your heart had managed to swell to sizes you didn’t think possible.

Yet here you were, a pulsing ache in your chest that threatened to crush you or transform you. 

Bucky was yours….whether that was just for a few more hours or something beyond the time you had left here.

“I’d have them forever, if you let me,” you breathed out. 

It was a bold statement, intense, binding, but as Bucky’s smile threatened to split his face in two, you knew he felt the same.

He shifted his body then, gently guiding you until your back was on the bed of the truck and he was leaning on his elbows on top of you, caging you in. His thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“Sounds like a plan, love,” he murmured before his lips found their way to yours once more.

Chapter 3

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#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #sweeter than honey #Bucky Barnes

[the-masked-ram]

Apple Cinnamon Tea- Sero x Reader Love Letter Comm

A/N: This is a love letter comm for the wonderful @potionpeddlerpatchy who sent me a little bit of help in my time of need CW: first pov (from Sero's perspective), fem reader, reader prefers tea, otherwise just pure sweet fluff --- To the one who will always hold my heart,

When I first saw you, my gaze skipped right by. I thought nothing more than you were another beautiful girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day. That I would watch as you were wooed over by one of the others even as I tried to put myself out there.

It was easy to say I wouldn’t try. It wasn’t so easy controlling myself. Especially that first time you showed me a smile, so honest and easy and I had no ability to do anything but smile right back. It was like you pulled it from my very soul. Something I so naturally do anyway, but you made it brighter, made it bigger, and made it even more natural. I knew then I had no hope of keeping my distance.

I found myself seeking you out in every crowd. Searching for the brightness you brought to others around. Every time you laughed my ears would hone in on the sound, like I had a quirk specifically made just for you. It wasn’t until I saw you with Bakugou at the gala, though, that I realized I’d never be okay just giving up. I had to at least try.

I should never have been so nervous. I knew how to flirt, how to date, I’d done it before, both unsuccessfully and successfully. Yet, with you, I felt like a newborn fawn who couldn’t get their legs under them. It was frustrating because I couldn’t take that first step. All I could do was greet you, smile, and bask in that little giggle you’d give me as you turned back to the task at hand.

It was easy to find reasons to go to the hero company you worked with. It was harder to find a reason to stop by your desk. You weren’t anyone big, anyone ‘important’ in the eyes of the public. But that didn’t matter to me. So, the first day I managed to work up the nerve to stop by with two cups, one with coffee for me and the other with the apple cinnamon tea I’d seen you drink occasionally, in my hand; that surprised smile you gifted me with was enough to cause my heart to spasm. It was like having the breath punched out of me.

Damn, you were beautiful. You smiled and tilted your head in innocent curiosity. You didn’t want to assume, or perhaps it really was you didn’t realize how much I liked you. Your smile only brightened, to near blinding levels, when I placed the tea on your desk.

I asked you if you’d like to get a drink. You laughed, fully, deeply, from somewhere within your chest that flowed out from your body and into the surrounding room. The sound warmed my skin.

“Didn’t you just bring me some?” you asked, that laugh still making your words light and easy.

That softness you spoke with melted into the way you looked at me too. It burned away the nerves that were twisting my stomach, instead I just grinned widely, I went with it. I found my feet under me, and I wondered why I’d been so anxious all along.

“Yeah, I did,” I remembered saying, I recalled raising my cup to hide the flush burning across my cheeks. “But that’s just insurance. You can’t say no to stepping into the break room for a few minutes to share a cup, right?”

There was a flash of mischief in your eyes, something that fractured the sweetness you so often relied upon. It was a hint of something I would uncover later. Something I would learn about as I peeled back layers of your personality. I wanted to learn everything about you, I wanted to learn who you were, what made you like that, and what you loved. I wanted to learn every flaw and perfection you had. I thought maybe that was what love was. Did I love you?

I knew I cared about you, that I was interested in you, but did I love you? Seeing you take a sip of your tea, seeing you relish the warmth and spices, I decided it was the most likely outcome. That me… a clumsy man, a hero who didn’t even make the top ten, someone who had always been in the background, loved you, and hoped to catch your eye.

That smile never left your face but for a moment it seemed to deepen, something seemed to shine from within it. There was an expectation that waited beneath the surface.

Finally, you said, “Are you asking me on a date, Sero?”

My heart jumped, my blood rushed in my ears, and my breath caught in my chest. I tried so hard to be cool, to be relaxed and not let you see me flustered. It was a futile fight.

A laugh escaped my chest, one I couldn’t capture before it broke free. It slipped through my grasping fingers like sand through a strainer. It was airy, awkward, and hopeful. It matched my smile, the one that was often cocky and sneaky just as often as it was bright and confident, yet now it was nervous at the thought of being uncovered. Even though I knew this was what I came in for… that this was what I had planned to happen, I still wished I had the chance to back out without getting egg all over my face.

It wasn’t possible now, and though I was so often cool and confident in so many hard circumstances, you made me feel like a puddle of wobbling Jell-O. I rubbed an anxious hand across the back of my neck and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I am. What do you say?” I asked.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Because that was the first time you said yes to me, that was the first time I got what I wanted selfishly and didn’t step aside like had so many times before. And now… now it has turned to today, when I’m holding that velvet box in my pocket as I ask you out to dinner later. So, I can ask you a much bigger question under the glitter of the stars.

-Always yours,

Sero

#love letter #sero hanta #sero x fem reader #bnha #commission #one shot #fanfiction #mha #fluff

[mrsagathaharkness]

What Are We?

AGATHA HARKNESS x READER

SUMMARY: Wanting to be more than just ‘friends’.

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I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. This has been happening a lot lately and I really didn't know why, but the one thing that did help me wind down for the evening was reading a book, so I decided to sneak out of my house and head on over to the town library. I also decided to invite Agatha, my neighbor, to join me.

Within 5 minutes, I got a notification. I grab my phone out of my pocket and take a look.

Agatha <3: Sounds fun! Meet you there, hon, xoxo

I couldn’t help but smile. Her and I have only recently started seeing each other and it wasn't anything serious…though I wished otherwise. I couldn’t help it. From how attractive she is to her charming personality, it was next to impossible. You try having a woman as exquisite as her shamelessly flirting with you for weeks and try not to fall. You can’t.

Since I was one of the employees who worked at the library, I had a spare key. I unlock the back entrance, get in and close it behind me. Five minutes were spent browsing through the isles, until I eventually found a novel I’ve been meaning to start. I found my favorite spot in the whole building, which was a small corner at the very end of it, and snuggled into the couch.

All was at peace, before I heard footsteps.

I figured it was just my mind playing tricks on me, so I chose to ignore it...then I heard it again. I looked back at the entrance and saw no one coming in or going out. I turn back to see someone standing right in front of me, making me almost scream, when she covers my mouth,

"Shhh, it's just me", Agatha said chuckling,

"That was NOT funny!", I yell-whisper,

She sat down next to me, amused at my jumpiness. I take a moment, before scooting closer. She takes the opportunity to rest her head on my shoulder and all I could focus on was how sweet her hair smelled and how soft it was against my face.

“Which part are you on?”, she asked,

Her question brought me back to reality. I placed my finger on the 4 line. She hums and starts to read along. Her hand finds its way onto my thigh, halting my breath. All I felt in that moment was the biggest rush of butterflies in my stomach, all from just her hand on my leg. God, what is wrong with me. She notices how stiff I’d become and looks up at me.

“Are you alright, baby?”, concern present in her voice,

She didn’t not just call me baby, while I’m over here trying not melt into a puddle. Come on, it’s now or never. Just do it, coward.

"What are we?", the bluntness catching the older woman off guard,

"What do you mean?", she questioned,

Straightening her posture.

"Well, we've been hanging out more and more recently, so I was just...wondering", I explained,

The room went silent for a moments. You could cut the tension with a knife. Her sky blue orbs meet my own, as Agatha finally spoke. She gently reached over, cupping my cheek.

"We can be whatever you want…”, she assured,

Taking my hands into hers.

“All I ask is that you keep me around", she replied,

It was as if time stopped and everything else disappeared…all except…her. Was this real? Was this just a dream? Will I wake up and be faced with nothing but disappointment. All doubts melted away, the moment I felt her thumbs rubbing the back of my hands.

"Do you really mean it?", I asked,

Wanting reassurance. She simply chuckled to herself, before returning her attention back to me.

"Of course, whatever your comfortable with, I'm okay with, but to be honest, I really like you, (Y/N)", she admits,

Looking at me with the most loving gaze. I couldn’t help but smile at her words. She leans in.

“Every”

She kisses my cheek.

“Single”

Then kisses my other.

“Part”

Moves onto my forehead.

“Of”

Her lips meet the tip of my nose, causing a giggle to escape my lips.

“You”

Finally, her lips locked with mine and it was something better than I could ever have dreamed of.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness one shot #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness angst

[jahayla-parker]

Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 2

Part one (Freddy’s version) here

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

—Your Instagram Profile—

——SMAU Post One——

Liked by freddycarter1, calahan.skogman, lbardugo, and 816, 174 others

yourusername: Je t'aime 💋

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freddycarter1: 🌹

lbardugo: is the caption about your companion or Paris? ☺️

yourusername: Oui 😉

amitasuman _: getting some real Kaz vibes from some of these lol

yourusername: that’s cause he’s perfect for the role 🥰

lbardugo: agreed

——Fic 1——

“What’re you thinking of darling?” Freddy whispers, his head tilted slightly so he can keep his arms around his girlfriend but still see her face.

Y/n smiles as she keeps gazing into the distance, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of the Eiffel Tower from their hotel balcony.

“Just can’t believe it” y/n says quietly.

Freddy smiles and crooks his head down to kiss her neck innocently, “can’t believe what exactly?”

She breaks eye contact with the scenic view to look at her boyfriend, “that I’m here, in Paris, with you”.

He licks his bottom lip before sucking it in between his teeth as he smiles to himself contentedly.

——SMAU Post Two——

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yourusername: Traveling season ✈️

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amitasuman_: where all did you go this time?👀

yourusername: I’ll text ya 🤫

freddycarter1: I should be upset you’re doing better candids than me already, but I could never be upset with you 💗

yourusername: I’d thank the lighting but you’re striking in any lighting 😍

calahan.skogman: killing it my boy🔥

——Fic 2——

“Angel, get off your phone” Freddy teased, tossing a French fry at her softly.

Y/n laughed, tossing it back at him with a shake of her head, “I’m looking at something!”

Freddy scoffed jokingly, “should I be jealous? You look like you’re going to melt”.

She smirked and looked up at him before shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m really hoping it’s another puppy chewing on shoelaces again”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head, glancing down at the photo on her screen.

Freddy pouted, “looovvee, who is it? Is it a Jonas brother?“

She laughed loudly, “I’ve never looked at any of the Jonas brothers that way, Freddy! In fact I’ve only looked at this person like that”.

He puckered his lips and squinted at her playfully.

Y/n leaned over the table, kissing his puckered lips faintly before setting her phone before him and grabbing a fresh French fry from his plate.

In the daze of the kiss, Freddy almost didn’t see that she’d left him her phone.

He smiled at her before looking down, hoping to see a photo of some random animal misbehaving.

However his grin only widened until his cheeks hurt when he saw his own face on her screen.

It was a candid shot of him she evidently got when he was smiling earlier.

“The only one” she repeated, smiling at him.

——SMAU Post Three——

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kittheyounger: 1&6 are making me feel extra single today 🙄

freddycarter1: My Queen of Queens😘

tommyae: ❤️ you both

——Fic 3——

“Hey Freddy!” Y/n gleefully blurted, prompting him to look up from his phone at her.

She glared and pouted at him.

“Well that was a quick 180” Freddy laughed.

She gasped with a smile forming as she quickly lifted her phone making him even more confused.

“Ugh, Freeeedddyyy” she sighed and lowered her phone.

“What did I even do?” He laughed, grabbing her free hand.

“I somehow don’t have one photo this trip of you actually smiling your normal smile” she pouted.

Freddy ran his other hand over his face as he chuckled at her.

“Pleeeaaasseee baby?” She pleaded.

Freddy nodded with a smile but as she lifted her phone he switched to a smirk.

She rolled her eyes but took the photo.

“…Demjin…” she grumbled jokingly.

——SMAU Post Four——

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freddycarter1: My flower 💗

amitasuman _: stop girl these are so aesthetically pleasing 😍😍😍

archierenaux3: Freddy and the beach?! 😲

yourusername: the two most important things in life 🥰

——Fic 4——

“Wait, okay let’s try this” Freddy said, pouring some water from his water bottle onto y/n’s hands.

“Freddy?” she giggled, grinning up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “it’ll help the sand stick better for the shot”.

She nodded in understanding, putting her hands into the sand under her knees, “but… you know…”

Y/n bit her lip as she laughed and brought one hand out of the sand to point to the ocean beside them, “you didn’t need to use your filtered water, the ocean’s right there”.

Freddy blushed and hid his face behind his camera with a smile, “bring them up the same way as last time”.

Y/n smirked at him changing the subject but happily obeyed and posed the way he wanted for the photo he had in mind.

——SMAU Post Five——

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calahan.skogman: what a stud 🤤

yourusername: MY stud 👏💁‍♀️

calahan.skogman: about that… 😂 kidding, I accepted defeat a long time ago; you’re a worthy contender

freddycarter1: 😂❤️

amitasuman _: y/n you and I need to recreate #6 ☺️

freddycarter1: you might benefit from a lesson from Calahan 😏

freddycarter1: we could hibernate together🐻❤️

——Fic 5——

“No, no, no” y/n panicked with a loud chain of laughter, “Freddy! I’m going to fall on my butt”.

Freddy chuckles, slowly lowering y/n back to the ground, making sure the blades on her skates are balanced against the ice.

He holds her in place as he skates around to her front, “I wouldn’t let that happen”.

Her frozen cheeks warm slightly, “I think you forget how clumsy I am, sunshine”.

Freddy grins at the nickname, “oh, I’m well aware of how clumsy you are, dear. You nearly tripped putting the skates on”.

“Yet you’re lifting me in the air over ice” She scolds, the warmth on her cheeks spreading as she recalls Freddy having to stabilize her earlier so she didn’t face-plant into the ground.

“As long as you’re in my arms, you’re safe” he promised sincerely, grabbing her gloved hand and skating backwards do he could face her as he pulled her with him.

——SMAU Post Six——

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benbarnes: Fall is the best 🙌

yourusername: fall has always been my favorite season, but I love every season of life with him ❤️🍁

amitasuman _: get it girl 🔥

yourusername: Ily darling 😘

freddycarter1: ♾💗

——Fic 6——

“Don’t you dare Frederick” y/n warned lightheartedly.

Freddy smirked and jokingly lifted the sling shot up further, having no real intent to use it.

“Mr. Carter, I’m warning you” She laughed, shaking her head as she tried to get him back to letting her take his photo.

He grinned and winked at her, pulling the elastic band on the device towards himself.

Y/n silently snapped a candid photo as he laughed and held the band taught.

“You let go of that, and the acorn hits me, and you will get no kisses for a week” y/n threatened weakly; knowing she wouldn’t see it through.

Freddy knew it was unlikely as well but he wasn’t risking it, quickly lowering the device and pointing it behind him so the acorn plunked into the water instead.

Y/n laughed, pleased she won the ridiculous debate.

The end of his trench coat waived in the air as Freddy spun towards her, pulling her in for a delicate kiss.

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*phew* Okay.

It’s a real bummer to be talking about this with little to no audience cause i'd love to talk and explore these types of things. However, I’d like to write up a few concepts I have on Casper, his uncles, and other miscellaneous pieces while it’s still going through my head. Most of which are not too out of the box, but hey. I’m just trying to entertain myself with all of them here. Anyway, getting back on track:

-When they all were alive, it wasn’t odd for young Casper to be raised around the trio. As a matter of fact, most of the boys would use this to get the ladies. You’d be surprised at how many pretty faces went to converse with whoever brother had the little bundle. Though if you were to see it with your own eyes, you would notice that Stretch kinda had the motherly side to him that wasn’t seen with other men. Guess that soft natured stuff really hit home for a lot of people.

-Those brothers, even in life, stuck together like glue. They had the kind of bond that felt almost unbreakable. To which case, you’d be right! It was practically impossible to break the bond they had. Sure there’s going to be some butting heads, yet that’s typical to have. You’d be delusional if you think they’d live all a happy go lucky life with no arguments. You're dreaming, bud.

-Unsurprisingly, Casper looked more like his mother when he was alive. Their eyes and hair color were nearly identical. However, his facial expressions and personality would resemble more of his father than anything. Though by the time the trio saw young Casper, they would joke around about how his father’s genes were really fighting their all just to be present.

-If Casper were to have lived a longer life, he more than likely would’ve grown up to look like his father. What he would’ve done in his lifetime could’ve been anything. However, it seems that this family was dealt with misfortune that evidently ended in death for each person.

-Speaking of death, the only survivor of this misfortune was Casper’s father, who might as well turned mad at the discovery of his family members passing away. First, it was his wife, then his son, and now? His three elder brothers. And just to say with this telling, he was no scientist. But he soon pursued that career. One could even say that in starting this new career, he soon discovered that magic was indeed a reality. Among other horrors that he once thought to be fiction.

-The world of monsters and humans are so intertwined that it’s practically hiding in plain sight. So just imagine how scary or fascinating it would be to know that your friend could be… I don’t know? A ghoul. A werewolf?? A vampire!?! What a concept indeed.

-I’d like to say that with time, a spirit can slowly forget themselves. Which means that their physical presence also melts away from them, and a new form is created. An empty canvas if you will. Who they once were in life does transition into this newly ghostly form, yet one could argue that their presence is exaggerated. To a cartoonish degree, mind you. But I’m sure they can gain some resemblance of who they once were. Somehow.

-Heading back to the family demise, I’d say that the trio died in not the best fashions. It started out with Stinkie (not a nickname he used in life) getting ambushed by a group of men and dumping his dead body in the dumpster for his brothers to find. And then the two sought out a little payback for what happened. They got most of the men, but unfortunately we’re both shot down. However, they weren’t done yet. They still had one more person to seek.

And it seems like the trio in death reunited just to cause great terror to the man that took their lives away. You think they’re going to kill the man after all this? No. That’s not satisfying anymore. They made it their sole purpose to torment the man all the way till he died of fright as an old man. All alone in a home. No wife, no kid, no friends. Just the manic laughters of ghostly figures that only he could see. Just so it’s to no one’s surprise, that’s not their “unfinished business”. Because in doing this, they began having a new purpose. Scaring. Who would’ve thought that it would be so much fun?

-The shame in all this, however, is that all the good traits the trio had as humans were hidden away. Not to say it isn’t there, but with their last moments of living, all their emotions were negative and bitter. Slowly manifesting into the haunting spirits in the afterlife. But opposed to this would be Casper, who still had love left in his heart. As such, a good-natured spirit was created. Something to rival their wicked uncles.

-Unbeknownst to all these spirits, or just the trio in this case. They do care about Casper. But with forgetting about their past and all, they just can’t understand why that is. All they know is that this is their nephew. And as disgusting as it is to admit. They don’t want him to disappear. There are a bunch of complex emotions they each have. Too much that they just ens up disregarding it and settle for lightly tormenting the little guy instead of being soft and learning more about WHY they care.

DAMN! Okay, that was a bit much. I Didn’t realize till now. But these are just things that I couldn’t help but write down.

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