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pov, you’re me blasting the Life is Strange OST in my headphones while in my art class at my art school pretending i’m besties with Chloe, Rachel, and Sean.

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the smut. the fluff. the angst. hello??? amazing fic, 10/10

cry baby

bucky barnes x fem reader

words: 7.3k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smüt, ed*ging, overstimulation, crying during s*ex, mentions of flushed cheeks, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, lapslock.

a/n: this is arguably one of my absolute fave fics i've ever written. she is near and dear to my heart :') i've provided the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there! it's originally posted in two parts but i've combined them here. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

“the boys are running late,” natasha informs you when you make your way to the table she’s conquered in the busy cafe. “sam texted a couple minutes ago and said he and bucky got stuck in traffic.”

it’s the second tuesday of the month, which means it’s brunch day. it’s a running tradition that’s stood for the four of you since your college days. the time and place has changed over the years, but everyone does their absolute best to attend every time. these tuesdays are your favorite, naturally.

you plop into an empty chair across from her with a heavy sigh. “good, that means i have time to bitch about how fucking horny i am before they get here.”

she snorts, taking a delicate sip of her latte. “what’s new?” she wonders sarcastically.

“you don’t understand,” you begin, leaning into the table, gripping the edge tightly. “it’s been months, and not like, a few, i mean it’s coming up on a year.”

natasha’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “a year? what about that guy you went on a few dates with a while back? didn’t anything happen with him?”

“no,” you grumble, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms. you huff. “and even if something had happened, i doubt it would have been satisfying. i can probably count on one hand the amount of times sex has been even kinda pleasurable for me.”

“sounds like you’re picking shitty partners.”

you scowl. “i know that, but it’s not my fault. all these stupid men keep promising they’re gonna fuck me ten ways to sunday and not a single one of them can even get me to wednesday.”

natasha laughs. “you poor thing.”

“you’re really not helping me here,” you whine with a pitiful pout on your lips. “you are getting routine dickings, you have sam! i am not so lucky here.” you notice her attention flicks to somewhere behind you, but you’re not finished with your rant. “nat, i’m serious. all of my sex encounters are the equivalent of asking someone to scratch my back and then they scratch literally anywhere but the spot that itches. i want to be fucked so good that i cry, just—completely reduced to tears. is that too much to ask?”

nat is hiding her smile behind her hand, amusement painted across her sharp features. someone clears their throat behind you and you pinch the bridge of your nose. sam and bucky occupy the empty seats, sam next to natasha and bucky next to you. they’re both sporting wide grins, looking far too pleased about stumbling into this conversation.

sam opens his mouth, no doubt to make a smartass comment, but you cut him off before he can get a good inhale in.

“not a fucking word,” you grouse with a finger pointed in his direction.

he presses a hand to his chest, expression offended. “i would never make a joke about your truly tragic excuse of a sex life.”

bucky snickers quietly, but turns into a cough at your glare.

“i’ll murder you,” you promise.

“leave her alone, boys,” natasha says, rolling her eyes, though she’s visibly biting back her own laughter.

you huff, digging your wallet out of your purse. “i hate all of you,” you announce before getting up and going to stand in line to order.

bucky follows a moment later, coming to stand at your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“that bad, huh?” he asks.

you don’t have to look at his face to know he’s probably smirking right now.

“fuck off,” you retort, not bothering to push his arm away since you know he’d only put it right back.

“aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he jests, “you know we just like to poke a little fun.”

you roll your eyes, throwing him an exasperated look. “yeah, but that was something only nat was supposed to hear. i hate talking about sex with you and sam because you two wouldn’t understand.”

“that’s not true,” bucky insists, which makes you roll your eyes again. “it’s not!”

“first of all, sam’s got natasha, so we both know they’re more than satisfied.” bucky tilts his head in acquiescence. “and you don’t have to worry about if you’re gonna have an orgasm when you hook up with somebody. men have it so easy.”

it’s probably not the best thing to talk about in line of a busy cafe (especially since you haven’t decided between a blueberry muffin or the ham and cheese croissant, and there’s only one person ahead of you now and you’d really rather not be discussing your lack of sex in front of an innocent barista) but it sort of feels good to get this off your chest, even if it’s to bucky.

“okay, definitely not true,” he replies with a frown. “i’m not always guaranteed an orgasm.”

you give him a skeptical glance. “i find that hard to believe.”

this time, it’s bucky who rolls his eyes. “whatever, whether or not i come when i have sex with someone isn’t what i was gonna talk about when i came over here.”

the person in front of you finishes their order and then you’re stepping up for your turn.

“hi, what can i get you today?” the young barista asks with a smile.

“a large mocha iced coffee with sweet cream and a blueberry muffin, please.” you pause, contemplating, then add, “and a ham and cheese croissant.”

if you can’t get fucked within an inch of your life then food will become your lover, you reason.

“just a black coffee for me, please,” bucky tells the girl, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and handing over his card to pay before you can stop him.

“i could’ve paid for mine,” you mumble.

“you also could just say thank you,” he replies with a short laugh as he ushers you to the side to wait for your order.

you pinch his hip, pouting. “thank you.”

“why does your gratitude come with violence?” he asks, rubbing the sore spot.

“you know how i am when people do nice things for me.”

“you should be used to it by now,” he points out.

“well, i’m not,” you huff. “anyway, what did you come over here to talk about then?”

bucky reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, uncharacteristically shy all the sudden. “uh, well. i dunno, i just thought… you know, since you’re not—i mean, not that you couldn’t be, just—you haven’t been, so maybe… fuck.”

“spit it out,” you say with a giggle, wondering what in the world’s got him so tongue-tied.

“why don’t you let me?” he blurts, averting his gaze immediately after.

you tilt your head in confusion. “let you what?”

he sighs heavily, working his jaw in frustration. “you know…” he begins, digging his thumbnail into a knick on the countertop in front of you. “let me fuck you until you cry.”

“what?”

just then, your order is called. bucky quickly grabs it and turns to make his way back to the table, but you grab his arm to stop him.

“i don’t think so, you come back here right now and explain yourself,” you demand.

his eyes lift heavenward. “it’s just an idea, okay?”

“bucky, you’re talking about crossing a huge line. you can’t just throw that out all willy nilly!”

“i know,” he replies earnestly. “and it’s not—“ he grimaces at the phrasing, “willy nilly. you’re one of my best friends. i wouldn’t jeopardize that for anything, and i wouldn’t offer this if i thought that it could. this is something that’s obviously affecting you negatively in your life and i’m willing to help. i trust you, and i’m pretty sure you trust me, yeah?”

“of course i trust you,” you say, frowning.

he shrugs. “so, then it’s just… a friend helping another friend.”

“you make it sound so simple,” you muse in wonder.

“think about it?” he implores.

you swallow roughly, biting the inside of your cheek. “fine. i’ll think about it.”

he nods and walks back over to the table where sam and natasha are waiting. you hesitate for only a split second before following.

needless to say, you’re distracted for the rest of brunch.

***

you: what even makes you think you could fuck me until i cry anyway?

it’s been nearly a week, and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re actually considering taking bucky’s offer. it’s all you can think about since he brought it up. you can’t lie, you’ve always thought bucky was attractive, but ever since you were gently but firmly placed in the friend category back in university, you never allowed yourself to think of there ever being more between the two of you. he’s a wonderful friend to have and you’d have been an idiot to pass it up. bucky is kind and generous and just enough of an asshole to keep things interesting without it being a problem.

but this… this has left you reeling. why would he make such an offer after only ever keeping things strictly friendly and platonic in your relationship? and more importantly, where does he get the confidence to think he could follow through?

bucky: experience?

you make a face at your phone, furiously typing your reply.

you: ew. do you realize how douchey that sounds?

bucky: well, it’s not douchey if it’s true.

you: says you

bucky: and a few other people :)

bucky: you’d know it too if you’d let me fuck you

you exhale harshly through your nose, tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, carefully thinking of what you should say next.

you: it’s apparently a tall request, and thus far, nobody’s been able to deliver. you can understand my skepticism…

bucky: if i don’t leave you shivering and twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, in a mess of sweat and come, and tears stained on your cheeks, then i will have failed you.

your thighs squeeze together at the mental image that brings you. jesus christ, if he’s half as good at fucking as he is dirty talking then he just might do as he’s promising.

bucky: so? what do you say? wanna give it a try?

biting your lip, you give yourself a moment to weigh the pros and cons in your mind one last time.

it doesn’t take you very long to make your decision.

you: okay. we’ll try.

***

it’s a slightly overcast sunday when bucky comes over with the direct intention to fuck you. it should be weird, but strangely, all you feel is anticipation. maybe it’s because you know him so well and know that, no matter what, he’d take care of you.

(or, maybe it’s because those repressed college-aged feelings are doing their best to resurface, even though you steadfastly continue to ignore them.)

you’d taken a thorough shower earlier to ease the little bit of nerves you had when you’d woken up. cleaning up the small mess your apartment gathered over the last couple weeks helped, as well, and soon you found yourself standing in front of your lingerie drawer with your lips pursed.

you weren’t sure if you should even bother with it, but it felt you wouldn’t be putting in any effort into this encounter if you didn’t at least pick out nice underwear. so, with a pleased nod, you settle on some simple black lace panties and a matching bralette. not too much, but enough to satisfy yourself, and hopefully bucky. you pick out a simple sundress to put on over it, since you won’t be wearing much of anything once bucky gets here. that thought has you flushing, but you ignore it to put on some makeup, just to freshen up your face.

by the time he knocks on your door, you’ve already finished a glass of wine and are pouring yourself a second.

he smiles when open the door, a bit boyishly, greeting you with a quiet, “hi.”

“hi,” you return, just as soft. you open the door wider. “come in.”

he walks passed you, stopping to toe his shoes off and hang his jacket on one of the hooks.

“do you want a glass of wine?” you ask as you head to the kitchen to retrieve your own from the counter.

bucky follows, stopping in the entryway with his hands in his pockets. “no, thank you.”

you nod, taking a sip from your glass, trying to figure out what to say. the air feels a little awkward and you’re not sure how to fix it.

“nervous?” he wonders curiously.

you shake your head. “not really.”

he quirks a brow. “then what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know,” you murmur. “i guess i’m just worried we’re making a mistake.”

he hums. you take a larger sip of your wine.

with cautious steps, he comes closer to you. “what if i promise that things won’t be weird after?”

“you can’t really promise that, though.”

“sure i can,” he says, smiling. “it’s me and you. we’ve been friends for so long. plenty of people have sex and stay friends after.”

you’re not just ‘people’ to me, you think.

you sigh, frustrated with yourself. you can’t deny how badly you want this. it’s all you’ve been able to think about since that day in the cafe. but the thought of losing bucky is heartbreaking, and you don’t want your stupid horniness to be the reason that you ruin a friendship, even if he was the one to offer sex.

“why don’t we go make out on the couch for a little while first?” he suggests after a moment’s pause.

you snort, in spite of your thoughts. “like a couple of teenagers?”

his eyes crinkle on the sides when he grins. “yeah. we’ll just see how we feel about that, and if it leads to more, then…” he trails off, shrugging.

“that’s not a bad idea,” you concede.

“great! finish your wine.”

you laugh and do as you’re told, downing the little remaining wine in one go, sitting the glass down on the counter resolutely as you swallow.

“let’s do this,” you say, determined.

bucky huffs a laugh, grabbing your wrist and tugging you behind him as he makes his way to the couch. he settles slightly facing you as you tuck your legs under you beside him.

“do you wanna talk, or do you want to jump straight into it?”

“if we talk anymore i’m gonna change my mind. just kiss me already, bucky.”

“yes ma’am,” he sasses before doing exactly that.

he cups your cheek with one hand as the other is placed on your knee. he guides your face to his and kisses you chastely. you’re not sure where to put your hands at first, but you tell yourself to quit being a goober about it and place them on either side of his neck, your thumbs brushing under his jaw.

it’s an okay kiss, you have to admit, but it’s not really doing anything for you yet. he has soft lips, softer than you thought they’d be. you’re beginning to wonder if maybe this confirms you shouldn’t go any further when he tilts his head, and… hm.

he parts his lips, taking your bottom one between his, kissing it, then nipping it. you wouldn’t say the sound you make is a gasp, necessarily, but it’s close. his tongue lightly caresses the seam of your mouth and you don’t even think before you open up for him, letting his tongue sweep in, flicking against yours. you hum, scooting a tiny bit closer to him, chasing the feeling. his kisses turn insistent then, teeth biting at your bottom lip and tugging, soothing the ache with his tongue. he kisses you like a man quenching his thirst, like you’re the best goddamn thing he’s ever tasted, and it’s leaving you dizzy. you sway more into his space and he pulls away from your mouth.

“c’mere,” he whispers, gripping behind one of your knees to drag it over his hips so you’re straddling him. “much better.”

you don’t have a chance to process anything about the moment, his mouth back on yours in a blink. your fingers wind themselves into his hair, getting a good grip on it as you lick into his mouth. he lets out a soft noise at that and you try your damnedest to pry it out of him again, pressing your chest to his so there’s not even a sliver of space left between you.

his hands travel, down the sides of your torso to your thighs, back up to your hips where he holds on tight. it doesn’t take long after that before you find yourself grinding into him. you both moan at the same time, breaking the kiss to pant for breath.

you swallow roughly. “okay,” you murmur, “i think it’s safe to say this could work.”

bucky laughs quietly. “yeah? wanna move to your bed then?”

your squeeze your thighs around him, shifting minutely on his lap and feeling the beginnings of his erection beneath you. “yes,” you breathe.

quickly, you rise from your position and step back, allowing bucky to stand, then grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom. once you’re standing beside your bed, you turn to face him. he meets your halfway, pulling you into another, filthier kiss. you reach for his belt buckle, unfastening it and sliding it through the loops, tossing it to your floor. next are the button and zip of his jeans, shoved down his legs until he steps out of them and kicks them and his socks aside. he obediently lifts his arms when you slide your hands under his shirt and begin pushing it up, breaking the kiss to nearly yank it off, making bucky huff in amusement. once it’s tossed with the rest of his clothes, bucky grabs fistfuls of your dress and pulls you into him.

“my turn,” he says against your lips.

carefully, bucky helps you out of your dress, eyes raking over every bit of new skin shown to him. he bites his lip when he sees your lacy underthings.

“you got all dolled up for me?” he asks.

shifting under his stare, you nod. “wanted to look nice,” you admit.

he hums. “beautiful.”

he kisses you again, a little softer than before, but no less passionate. the urgency returns as he backs you up until your thighs hit the mattress. gently, he guides you onto your back, never breaking the kiss as he follows you down and settles over you.

you soon find yourself in need of air and pull away with a gasp. bucky is undeterred and instead presses his kisses down your jaw, to your neck where he decides to bite and suck until he’s left a mark you’ll have to reprimand him for later. he licks his way up to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, drawing a whine out of you.

“bucky,” you whisper, hands gripping his sides as you squirm below him.

“hm?”

you close your eyes tightly when he makes his way back down to your collarbones.

“please,” you whimper.

“please what, sweetheart?” he asks, pushing himself up to look you in the eye.

“t-touch me,” you beg, cheeks flushing.

his lips quirk into a smile. “i am touching you.”

“bucky,” you whine.

“where do you want me to touch you, hm?” he wonders. one of his hands trails across your shoulder and down the center of your chest. “here? or… here?”

when his fingers glide, barely there, over your pebbled nipples, you push into the touch eagerly.

“or…” he continues, his feather light touch making a path down your stomach. your breath quickens in anticipation. “here?” he murmurs as his fingertips stop on your pantyline.

“yes, there, anywhere,” you agree hastily, “just —please. please, bucky, don’t tease me.”

he kisses you again, deep, full of promise. “you beg so prettily for me.”

he rearranges your positions until he’s between your spread thighs, sweeping his hands across the inside of them. he nods to your panties.

“may i?”

“yes, please,” you reply, lifting your hips to help him take them off.

he doesn’t give you a chance to close your legs in shyness, firmly grasping your knees in each of his hands and spreading them once again. the way he’s looking at you makes you feel unbelievably desirable, has excitement crawling up your spine.

“don’t forget,” you remind him, making his eyes flick up to yours in question, “you better make me cry.”

a slow, dangerous smile graces his lips. your stomach swoops eagerly.

~

a whine, high pitched and drawn out, escapes your lips. after you unwittingly challenged him, bucky took it upon himself to torture you—with sex. so far, he’s only used his fingers on you, in you, thrusting them steadily but never enough to bring you to climax. he’s taking his time and being a smug prick about it. you go to complain, again, hoping if you beg enough he’ll let you come, but before you can do more than open your mouth he’s quickening his pace.

“oh!” you gasp, clutching the sheets in your hands.

bucky slides his hand down your thigh, bringing his thumb inward to swipe around where his other fingers are buried inside you to gather your wetness and using it to rub circles on your clit. your back arches, head thrown back against your pillows as you feel your orgasm build. it’s not tears, but damn, it feels good enough.

just as you start to clench around his fingers, legs spasming, he stops.

your eyes open in a hurry, brows furrowing in confusion. “no, please, don’t stop,” you plead.

bucky smiles. “i gotta get the right build up.”

you groan in frustration. he laughs quietly and lets the inferno burning within you simmer down to embers, then starts inching his way down until he’s lying on his stomach, mouth poised above your pussy. the feel of his warm breath makes you shiver, and with no warning whatsoever, he leans in and sucks your clit into his mouth.

“fuckin’—oh my— bucky!”

you’re pretty sure you black out for the next several minutes, the only thing you’re aware of is the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears and the feel of bucky’s mouth on you. you’re lost in a mindless haze of pleasure, unable to think or feel anything else. you feel your orgasm cresting for the second time, and just as before, bucky pulls away before you can succumb to it.

“why,” you hiccup on a moan, wanting nothing more than to just come already, but he’s not letting you.

he shushes you, softly kisses your knee. sitting up to take his underwear off, bucky keeps his eyes on you, expression hungry.

“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he promises. “just a bit more. you’re being so good for me, yeah?”

“please,” you whimper, feeling completely pathetic.

he makes quick work of putting a condom on and then settles between your thighs. you sigh in relief when he wastes no time and pushes in, being careful not to go too fast. once he’s fully inside you, he pauses, wanting to give you time to adjust, but you’re back to whining.

“bucky, please, please just—fuck me,” you beg, squirming beneath him.

he takes mercy on you, finally, and sets a hard pace. your hands fly up to push against the headboard, moaning and gasping from his harsh thrusts, loving the stretch of him inside you. his thumb is back on your clit and you cry out, clenching hard around him, but his thrusts don’t falter. all too soon, you can feel yourself getting close. you hear your own voice chanting please, please, please, mixed in with bucky’s grunts and the sound of him fucking you.

you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as your climax hits the point of no return, crashing over you in waves. you think you might scream, but it’s hard to pay attention to anything other than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. part of you thinks this’ll be it, bucky will come now and then you’ll have had one of the best orgasms of your life and he’ll be on his merry way home. but no, that’s not what happens.

instead, bucky keeps thrusting relentlessly into you, dragging out your pleasure to the point of oversensitivity.

“s’too much,” you breathe, gasping for air.

bucky shakes his head, face contorted in concentration. “one more,” he tells you, voice gruff and deep.

unbelievably, you feel tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes. bucky’s still rubbing your clit, still keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, and fuck, he’s so beautiful. you watch him fucking you, wondering how the fuck you got to this moment, how you got lucky enough to bear witness to the sight of bucky fucking, let alone be the one he fucks. his body is ridiculous, looking like it’s carved from marble. you know how much strength it holds, as well, know that if he really wanted to, he could probably fuck you against a wall.

it’s with that thought, with the added bonus of the way bucky touches you, looks at you, like you’re something treasured and gorgeous, giving you such intense pleasure, that the tears threatening to spill over finally fall from your lashes.

bucky notices, because of course he does, and he thrusts into you just a little faster, a little harder, and your body seizes up and then you’re falling into another orgasm. it spreads through your veins, slow like honey, making sure this one settles deep into your bones. bucky groans as he, too, reaches climax, hips twitching into you in aftershocks until he stops moving altogether.

you both pant for breath, sweat gathered in every crevice on your bodies. you think you won’t be able to move for the rest of the weekend.

“need to pull out,” bucky says softly, breaking the moment.

you nod and he carefully pulls his hips back, grunting. you poorly suppress a whimper and close your legs, already hating the empty feeling.

“well,” he starts, plopping himself on his back next to you, “i think i deserve some kind of reward.”

when you turn to face him with an exasperated look, he’s got his arms crossed behind his head, a smug smile across his lips.

“how about i don’t kick you in the balls? how’s that for a reward?”

“i literally just did the impossible.”

“what, made me come twice? i can do that all on my own. you’re not special,” you retort with a huff.

he scoffs. “i fucked you so good you cried.”

“you can’t prove it,” you say to the ceiling.

“keep up this attitude and i won’t do it again,” he threatens, poking you in your side.

you wiggle away from the ticklish touch while trying to tamp down on the hope bubbling in your chest.

“oh, we’re doing this again, are we?” you say as casually as possible.

he rolls his eyes. “of course we are. now,” he sits up in your bed, stretching his arms as he stands and picks up his underwear, “i’m starving. wanna order takeout?”

well, you guess if you’d been worried about any kind of awkwardness before, you shouldn’t have. this is bucky, your best friend. he’d never let things change between you.

***

except, things kinda change between the two of you.

it’s not very noticeable at first, changes so subtle you miss them, until one day he showed up at your apartment and greeted you with a kiss. you stood frozen in your doorway as he rambled about how stressful his day had been as he kicked his shoes off. it was only when you heard him calling out from the kitchen that he was gonna eat your leftovers that you snapped out of it, yelling back that you’d kick his ass if he even touched your dumplings.

another day, he facetimes you and asks if you want to go to see that new movie you’ve been talking about.

“oh,” you’d said. “are nat and sam coming, too?”

he’d given you a funny look, replied, “no, i thought it would just be us two.”

“oh,” you said again. “okay.”

so you’d gone to the movies, let him buy you buttery popcorn and peanut m&m’s and a soda bigger than your head. he shared with you, despite your protests, and halfway through the film you felt his hand settle on your thigh. you blinked and stared at it for a beat, turning to him in question. he only smiled at you briefly before focusing back on the movie.

in between all of this, you continued calling him over for sex. honestly, how could you not? as much as you didn’t want to admit it to him, he was the best you’ve ever had. and if he’s so willing, why shouldn’t you take advantage while you can?

a week ago, though, you’d texted him and asked him to come over, replying to his question of what time and then started getting ready. you’d purchased a new piece of lingerie, a periwinkle babydoll nightie, that left very little to the imagination. it had a matching pair of panties and felt soft and luxurious on your skin. you’d taken extra time to do your hair and makeup, wanting to look like sex on legs, and you’re pretty sure you succeeded.

but when he got there and you answered the door in your sexy outfit, he didn’t see it right away. in one hand he held his phone, typing something on it, and in the other hand he held a grocery bag that you eyed curiously.

“i brought stuff to make spaghetti—“

when he did finally look up, his eyes widened and traveled the length of your body several times. you bit your lip, trying and failing to hold back your smile.

“how about we skip dinner?” you’d said, fisting his nice button-up shirt and dragging him inside your apartment. you grabbed the grocery bag from his hand and sat it on the floor, absently noting he was wearing his date jeans.

whoops, you’d thought, hope i didn’t pull him away from someone important.

you hadn’t let yourself dwell on it, standing up on your tippy toes and kissing him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. he’d returned the kiss, licking into your mouth, drawing your tongue out so he could suck on it and made you moan embarrassingly loud.

“wait,” he’d murmured, “we should eat first.”

“or, you could eat me,” you’d retorted with a giggle.

he groaned like it pained him to say no, gripped your hips hard and put a tiny bit of distance between you. the look in his eyes had made you want to find the nearest flat surface and bend over.

“why don’t you be a good girl for me, hm? let me cook dinner for us and after we eat i’ll fuck you however you want me to. okay, sweetheart?”

you whined, but ultimately agreed, knowing he’d make it worth it.

and then there’s tonight, where he came over unannounced, armed with groceries again and promising to cook you the best meal you’ve ever had. to say you were confused would be an understatement, but you also didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

it’s just… well, bucky’s not really acting like a friend with benefits. sure, you hung out alone with him all the time before, but he never once cooked you dinner, and he certainly never helped wash dishes after. you guess the hello kisses could be explained away as part of the new aspect of your relationship, but something about that didn’t sit quite right with you.

after a truly delicious dinner, you find yourself on the couch with bucky as he scrolls through netflix to find a movie to put on.

“what do you want to watch?” he asks.

“mm,” you mumble, shifting closer to start kissing his neck, “don’t care.”

as he narrows down his decision and finally picks one, you make your way up to his jaw, sucking a small mark into the skin there.

“baby,” he protests softly, “let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

you pull back, confused. first at the pet name, then at his words. he’s never denied you before, which isn’t to say that he can’t, it’s just that he’s always seemed on board. and, you know, you thought that was kind of the whole point of this thing.

“okay,” you reply after a moment.

he gives you a smile and a sweet kiss, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side to cuddle. you can’t help but frown, feeling like you’re missing something, but not knowing what it could be.

it doesn’t take long for drowsiness to creep up on you. before he showed up, you had planned on probably ordering out for dinner and going to bed early since you’d had a pretty rough day. in fact, you remember texting bucky about it just that afternoon. your eyelids get heavier and heavier, finding it harder to keep them open as the seconds pass. your head droops and in the next blink, you’ve fallen asleep.

you’re not sure how much time has passed when bucky wakes you, but you groan, pouting and burrowing into his shoulder more.

he huffs a laugh. “c’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.”

“don’ wanna move,” you mumble tiredly.

“i’ll carry you,” he offers. “up you go, baby.”

you half heartedly argue about being jostled, but let him carry you to your bed where he carefully places you, helping you out of your sweatpants and pulling your blankets up around you. you sigh in content, feeling yourself already drifting back into sleep. you hear bucky shuffling, but think nothing of it until the bed dips beside you, then feel his warm body slide in underneath the covers and press in close.

“goodnight, darlin’,” he murmurs.

you’d ask him what in the word he’s doing, but sleep is just far too enticing to ignore. you fall into slumber with bucky’s warmth along your back, his arm draped over you.

the next morning, you wake to the feeling of his fingers playing with the tiny bow on the front of your panties and his lips placing gentle kisses on your shoulder. you hum, eyes still closed, in the back of your mind thinking this is a nice way to wake up. at the sound of you, his touches get firmer, more insistent.

“good morning,” he rasps, breath tickling your ear.

you don’t really get a chance to reply. he dips his fingers into your panties, making you inhale sharply, moaning as you buck into his hand. he fingers you for a while, kissing along the column of your throat, biting and sucking marks into the skin there. when you’re begging him for more, he relents, eases your panties off and lifts your leg to slide in from behind. the angle is so nice it has you gasping.

you clutch the sheets weakly, burying your face in your pillow and muffle your whines and moans. bucky keeps a slow, lazy rhythm, acting as if he’s got all the time in the world to draw this out. it’s good, so good, and you can’t hold back your whimper when he kicks up the pace a little, tells you to touch yourself. you come seconds before he does, shuddering through it and humming happily.

as you both lie there and catch your breath, awareness trickles into your mind. you swallow roughly, staring blankly at the wall as you realize your feelings have grown far too much for this to be only casual anymore.

bucky kisses your shoulder again. “i’m gonna go make breakfast, okay? i’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“okay,” you whisper, blinking rapidly to keep tears from forming.

hearing bucky bustle around your kitchen makes your heart clench with want; want for something you can’t have.

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bucky: dinner tonight?

you bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at the text. you know you need to cut things off with him before you get anymore hurt than you already are. it’s not fair to either of you if you continue with this arrangement when you’ve caught real feelings for him. you have to tell him, and soon. with that thought in mind, you type out a reply.

you: sure. what time?

bucky: reservations are at 8pm, i’ll pick you up by 7:45.

reservations? where was he taking you? you get another text before you can ask.

bucky: dress nice ;)

with a sigh, you text back an affirmative and try to start mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you dreaded having. you could only hope and pray that he agrees to still be your friend after.

by the time there’s a knock on your door that night, you’ve worked yourself up into an anxious mess. you open the door to see bucky standing there with a single peach colored rose and a bashful grin.

“hi,” he greets, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek. “this is for you.”

he hands you the rose and you feel your heart crack in your chest. you muster a small smile.

“thank you. let me go put this in a vase and we can head out.”

he nods and waits patiently at the door. as you fill a vase with a little water, you take a deep breath, giving yourself a mental pep talk.

this was going to suck.

the drive to the restaurant doesn’t take too long, and when you see where he’s taken you, your eyebrows shoot up. this is one of the nicer places in the city, definitely not on the affordable side. he helps you out of the car, leading you inside with his hand on the small of your back. you’re led to a small booth in a far corner with overhead lighting that feels too intimate. maybe you’d have to wait until you left to tell him…

conversation is light, a bit surface level, and you get the feeling that bucky is a little nervous. you wonder if maybe he’s gonna let you down gently first, hoping that he doesn’t, because you’d rather not cry in such a fancy restaurant.

after the waiter takes your drink orders, bucky sighs.

“okay, let me just… get this off my chest.”

oh fuck, here it goes.

“i know i’ve never really come across at the most romantic guy, especially since i’ve never felt the need to be.” he runs a nervous hand through his hair. “you’ve always been so important to me, and this last month has been so, so wonderful.”

“bucky…” you trail off, attempting to somehow stop him, but he powers through.

“i just—i never thought i’d find somebody, you know?” he says, earnest, gaze locked on yours. another crack in your heart. “especially not somebody who was my friend first, that i already had a solid foundation with. the attraction had always been there, but the friendship meant more to me, and finally allowing that to blossom into this amazing, new, fun relationship has got to be the best decision i’ve ever made.”

did he start dating someone and not tell you? oh god, has he been sleeping with someone else? at the same time? your stomach turns, eyes burning, hating yourself more and more as he speaks.

“so, i guess what i’m trying to say is,” he says, rolling his eyes at himself and smiling, “happy one month anniversary, sweetheart.”

you blink, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “what?” you croak, beyond confused.

bucky, however, looks concerned. “baby, why are you crying?”

“i…” you blink some more, eyes flitting around the room as if you’ll get some kind of clarity that way to the situation currently happening. “what?” you repeat.

“did i come on too strong?” he asks, looking embarrassed now. “i wasn’t sure if you’d even want to celebrate, but i’ve just been so happy with you—i’m sorry, baby, i should’ve asked.”

“bucky, what are you talking about?” you finally manage, unable to keep the bewilderment out of your tone. “anniversary?”

bucky frowns. “i didn’t get the date wrong, did i?”

“no, i—this isn’t—i’m not talking about—ugh, i mean, when did we even start having an anniversary to celebrate?”

bucky’s face goes blank, sitting back in his chair. your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, so fucking confused, so fucking hopeful.

“we… we’re dating,” he says, slow, unsure. “aren’t we?”

“since when?” you ask probably too loudly, cheeks flushing.

he opens and closes his mouth a couple times. “when i asked you out?”

“bucky, oh my god, you’re gonna have to be more specific before i lose my goddamn mind. when did you ask me out?”

he huffs, his own cheeks flushing. “at the cafe! a month ago, at brunch with natasha and sam.”

your eyes widen in disbelief. “when you asked if you could fuck me until i cried?” you hiss, ignoring the scandalized look on the waiter’s face as he brings your drinks over.

smiling apologetically, you thank him and wait until he’s gone before sending a glare bucky’s way.

“that’s not how you ask a person out,” you seethe.

“i asked if you wanted to give this a try and you said yes!” he replies desperately. “i’ve taken you on dates!”

you pinch the bridge of your nose, thinking of all the times you thought he was being too romantic, more-than-friends type of behavior. you’re a fucking idiot, but god, so was he.

“at no point did you say anything even remotely close about us starting a relationship. i thought we were just fucking, bucky, i didn’t realize it was more than that!”

“you don’t—“ he starts, then stops, looking down at the plate in front of him. “you don’t want to be with me?”

“i didn’t know it was an option,” you say carefully.

“well, it is.” he meets your gaze, cautious. “i just spilled my guts to you. you know how i feel now. how do you feel? about me?”

you lick your lips. “bucky, i… i was planning to end things with you tonight.” his expression drops, even though he tries to mask it, so you’re quick to explain. “not because i don’t like you, but because i do like you and i thought you wouldn’t want anything more than just sex with me.”

“it’s never been and never could have been just sex with you,” he replies, quiet and relieved. he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. “i meant it when i said you’re the best decision i’ve ever made. i want this—the sex, the dinners, dates, all the gross and sappy shit i never wanted before… i want it all with you, if you’ll have me.”

you can’t fight the smile spreading across your lips. “of course i’ll have you, bucky.”

he smiles in return, a laugh bubbling out of him, which makes you giggle, until you’re both laughing so hard and loud that patrons from other tables are sending dirty looks your way, which only makes you laugh more.

“do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, laughter dying down. “there’s pizza and sex calling our names, i think.”

bucky moans dramatically. “i knew i liked you for a reason.”

he leaves money on the table and then the two of you quickly make your way through the restaurant, giggling and holding hands the whole way, even in the car.

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Cedric Diggory | NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: SMUT, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral fem receiving.

A/N: plz excuse me i don’t really write smut and i’m trying to get more comfortable 😭😭

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s so attentive, he cleans you up, and makes sure you’re okay. Then he’ll just hold you until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his mouth and how it pleases you. He takes such pride in how you basically beg him to go down on you. As for you, he loves hands, they way they tug on his hair makes him feral.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He definitely prefers to cum inside, but on the off chance that you guys aren’t aiming to procreate, he won’t pass up the opportunity to cum on your tits.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to be more experimental. It’s not like sex is boring, but that’s not saying there isn’t room for improvement. Especially a more dom/sub aspect. Though he’s too nervous to say anything because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say he’s pretty experienced. It’s Cedric fucking Diggory, you know he has girls just begging for him to even look in his direction.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Honestly I think good ol’ missionary. He loves the intimacy of being face to face with you, you moaning in his ear, face buried in your neck, leaving a fresh hickey for you to cover up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it really depends on the day. Sometimes he’s focused on you and making you feel good, other days may be more clumsy and cause a laugh or two, causing the vibe to shift, allowing a more relaxed air take over.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say he keeps it pretty neat down there, but sometimes he may get a lil lazy and let it grow out a bit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so intimate, completely focused on the two of you. The things he whispers in your ears when you’re both close.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly he feels like he doesn’t really have a reason to, unless you guys aren’t around each other for longer than a few days for some ungodly reason. But if push comes to shove you know he has a stash of your underwear he hides in his drawer. Don’t worry, he’s not panty thief, he always asks before hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slight choking kink, he’s loves the way his hand looks wrapped around your throat while he fucks you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom is probably the best place for the two of you, but a second favorite is the shower. He’ll have you pinned agains the shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist, letting out the prettiest moans, it drives him insane.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When your clothes hug your body a little too well, it’s a sure way to get him distracted without even trying. Once you walked into potions not realizing your brightly colored bra could be seen through your white button up. Not to mention those shirts were already snug on you. Cedric won’t be able to tell you what the lesson was on that day because all he could think about was stripping you from that godforsaken shirt, and fucking you right there on the potions table.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. You’re his. End of discussion.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving rather than receiving. He loves the way your body jolts and squirms at the feeling of his mouth on your pussy. He’s like a man eating his final meal on death row. As previously mentioned he loves the way you tug on his hair, it just spurs him on.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Things can go fast, slow, rough, you name it but you can always count on it being intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They don’t happen often, he prefers to take his time with you. But they may occur on occasion if you absolutely need to in between classes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. As long as you’re also okay with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This boy is the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and Seeker. He’s got stamina. Once on your birthday, you wanted to “celebrate” that night, and didn’t stop til you heard birds chirping.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A few, not many because, honestly he has no need for them.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He had to beg you to sit on his face, still kind of does. You’re convinced you’re gonna kill him but all he said to that was “Love, if I die with my face buried in your pussy, I’ll have no need for heaven, because I’ve already been.” Long story short he just really loves eating you out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not humongous. but by no means is he small. No idea ab length but he is not lacking in girth i’ll tell you that much.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say average. Like he can go a while without it. But he’s prefer if he didn’t have to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until he knows that you’re okay and asleep.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #smut #harry potter #goblet of fire #nsfw alphabet

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Cedric Diggory | SFW Alphabet

Warnings: too much fluff??? like even i’m kinda gagging

A/N: THE SONG ONE???? lmk if u wanna fic bc damn i wanna so bad

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the you?)

He really loves your body language. How you’re so shy around him, or how you fiddle with your hands or the hem of your shirt. He thinks you’re adorable.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

100% yes. I would say it’s his ultimate goal in life. To settle down, and have a couple kiddos with the person he loves most. A total family man. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his dad, but he put a lot of pressure on his son, though he meant well, so Cedric wants to be a dad his own way.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Sucker for spooning. I think he prefers to be the big spoon but definitely lets you take that role on special occasions. He also loves it when you lay on top of him so he can play with your hair.

D= Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Prince fucking Charming. Sets up cute picnics near The Black Lake and in the astronomy tower. Takes you out for butter beers and even buys you your favorite candies from Honeydukes. And we can forget the secret ronuevuez he takes you on after hours. Destinations are usually the kitchens (a Hufflepuff luxury bc the common room is so close) and the room of requirement to get so well deserved alone time.

E= Edible (What food that reminds them of you?)

Kiwis!!! The outside is completely misleading to the inside. Let me explain! You’re super shy on the outside, but once someone gets to know you, you’re full of flavor!!

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

I think he always knew you were special somehow. He always got this feeling when you were with him but he chopped it up to nerves. But after your 3rd class trip to Hogsmead he saw you with Hermione and Luna at Zonkos and you were so caught up in the moment laughing wholeheartedly with your friends. He just couldn’t help but admire you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s so gentle for you. When ever he touches you he treats you like porcelain. His feather like touches always leave you leaning into him. Him delicately tucking hair behind your ear. Him lovingly cupping your cheek and wiping away some crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He’s one of those guys who do the hover hand when wrapping his arm around a girl for a picture. Though his hugs? How can he not squeeze the shit out of you? You’re so adorable!

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

There’s just something about walking around Hogsmead or even the castle with you hanging off his arm. He loves that you wanna be close to him. Studying with him is nice, he loves holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against the back of it. He also likes holding pinkies but he won’t ever admit it.

I = Impression (What was their first impression of you?)

The first time he ever saw you was his 2nd year, and your 1st year. The sorting hat was so indecisive. But eventually with a few sighs of relief, you were placed in Hufflepuff. He was lucky enough for you to sit next to him. He introduced himself nervously. You were the first girl he thought was genuinely pretty. You were kind and shy and he wondered how the hat had such a hard time placing you. Because to him you were a Hufflepuff through and through. Which he admired (he has pride in his house what can i say). He didn’t really interact or think much of you anymore as you didn’t really fall into the same friend groups until his 5th year, when Snape paired you as potion partners. When you walked over, suddenly he was that 12 year old kid who didn’t know what to say. Luckily for him, you were just as nervous.

J= Jewelry (Do they buy you any, is it expensive, how often? Do they let you wear theirs, etc.)

He wants to spoil you endlessly, but unfortunately you told him no. BUT! He did buy you guys those cute mating chains with each other’s initials. He never takes it off, and he fiddles with it when he’s nervous. It makes him feel better when you’re not around. He dawns a couple rings, and you love playing with them, sometimes he likes to place them on your fingers and mock how small your hands are.

L= Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

He does. I think it was definitely just a spur of the moment type thing. Maybe you’re on a date and it’s just pure bliss, sharing laughs and kisses. He’s just so happy he lets it slip. Obviously you say it back, and smothers you with kisses and probably picks you up and twirls you around like the disney princess you are.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Remember how I said y’all didn’t interact much until his 5th year? Yeah, well that comes with one exception. In his 4th year he once forgot his telescope for astronomy class and had to share, you offered and he accepted. You had always had a fascination with the stars and he noticed that that night. As you gazed lovingly up at the night sky explaining all sorts of things. He doesn’t remember though. He wasn’t listening. He just remembers the look in your eyes. Full of wonder and love, with the stars shine staring right back at you. He doesn’t know if you remember that night. But either way he never mentions it. It’s a moment he wants to keep to himself.

N= Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Like I said. He wants to give you the world and all the stars around it. You’re usually so strict about him not buying you anything but sometimes, if he’s really really lucky, he’ll get his way and get to spoil you with whatever you want.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow. It has so many meanings. For Hufflepuff. That one Coldplay song. and also you’re the sun to his solar system. (that was rlly cheesy) you’re his everything.

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Love, Dove, Darling, the occasional babe. Those are his favorites. But we must hold the crown for Pretty girl.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Man is obsessed with record players. Don’t ask me why. He just, loves them.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days consist of cuddles either in bed or by the fireplace. He’ll put on some records and dance with you. He’s such a sap.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When he’s sad, he just wants you near him. You don’t even have to say anything. Your presence is enough. When you’re sad, he immediately comforts you but gives you space unless you say otherwise. Part of him gets protective and wants to interrogate you on what happened but he can wait until he knows you’re okay. Will do anything to make sure you’re safe.

T= Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves those conversations that just move from topic to topic, you can talk about everything and nothing at the same time with this man and it’s seriously dangerous when it comes to studying because time flies faster than a damn snitch.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Just knowing that you’re okay.

V= Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You. Kidding!! Not. But seriously one of his accomplishments that he’s actually proud of is his Quidditch performance. And it makes him so happy to see you in the stands screaming for him. He also has massive pride in his house as we all know. He brags about it all the time.

W= Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

During his 7th year, he told you his plans of marrying you after you both finish school, it was a heartfelt conversation with laughs and kisses and many happy tears. After you’ve both finished and have been able to settle into a home with good careers, he pops the question!! It’s nothing special and honestly that made it all the better. Just a simple day out in town, leading back home, cloud gazing in your backyard and then BOOM smiles!! tears!! just so much sweetness.

X= Xylophone (What's their song?)

INXS - NEVER TEAR US APART!!!!! ehem… sorry. but omg i can just imagine him putting on this record and him “forcing you” into dramatically dancing with him to this song. OMG i love this so much. But we all know, that deep down inside, y’all’s song is I See The Light for Major Motion Picture Tangled.

Y=Yearning (Are they clingy/needy?)

Mans is touched starved. Loves cuddling you and loves it when you basically hang off of him. Just loves knowing you’re there.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t know why, maybe Newt has incline, but I can really see this man just really wanting a Niffler.

#cedric diggory x reader #harry potter #cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagines #fluff #sfw alphabet #goblet of fire #gagging

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Rodrick Heffley SFW ABC’s

Request- Rodrick Fluff?

I’m assuming you meant Rodrick Heffley, I really hope so. He’s so fine yall. Ouu. Anywho enjoy some fluff.

Warnings- Yk typical Rodrick stuff, cursing?, fluff

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) Your eyes, he’s always been such a fool for your eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Yeah, and he wants boys, brothers so they can have the relationship he had with Greg and he wants to start a band with his sons.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) He loves to lie between your legs with his on your chest while you play with his hair. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) He tries his hardest, he’s just not a romantic. He likes to take you on dates in the van, grabbing food and going to abandoned buildings or watching the sunset from cute little places he found. 

E = Edible (food that reminds them of you) Mangos, the fruit he says you smell like.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) The third time you watched his band rehearse. The way he felt watching you get so excited over any tricks he’d do with his sticks, he knew he was absolutely in love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) He’s super gentle, always holding your hand and tying your shoes and he carries you practically everywhere, either on his back or shoulders, he acts as if your fragile. 

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) He likes when you wrap your smaller hand around his index, or interlaced, he’s always picking at how much smaller than his your hands are.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) He thought you were dorky at first, he wasn’t super interested but he came around.

J = Jewelry (Do they buy you any, is it expensive, how often? Do they let you wear theirs, etc.) He makes you cuffs, to match his, and he loves letting you wear all of his jewelry, chains, rings, necklaces, etc.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) He initiated the first kiss, and he loves to give you soft kisses with his hand on the side of your face

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) You said it, he wasn’t sure if you’d say it back so he never did

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) When you two snuck into a Green Day concert.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) He loves buying you little snacks and small things with the money he makes on gigs and steals from his parents.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Red, like the streaks you had in your hair when he met you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) Baby, love, pretty girl

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) He loves old punk records

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) Sleep, he loves taking naps with you while his records play in the background

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?) When he’s sad he likes to talk to you, especially about his music and when you’re sad he likes playing music for you

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Everything, anything, just as long as he’s talking to you

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Sleeping and listening to music or playing

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) He loves showing off his band, van, music, and cool tricks he can do with his drumsticks.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) During a Falling In Reverse concert, five years after you two started dating, during The Drug In Me Is You, he dropped to one knee and asked.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) The Drug In Me Is You because it was playing when he proposed.

Y =Yearning (Are they clingy/needy?) Oh he’s SUPER clingy.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) He’d 100% own a lizard.

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can u post more sean pls n thanks

Hi!! so currently i’m not taking requests for sean! just a general rule for anyone who wants to request, please look through my Who and What I Write For post before you request!! Thank you💕💕

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#life is strange #lis #requests #writing

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HEYYY bully fandom!! js gonna drop my only fanart for this beloved game 🏃‍♀️💨

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Hello everyone!

This post is regarding my series Just a Project. I know I have been gone for a while and I’m so sorry for not updating even though I said I would. But it all just comes down to my hyperfixation for LIS ended. Personally my hyperfixations come and go really quickly. They usually last a week or two, sometimes just a couple days. So it’s safe to say that JAP is on hold for right now. Again I’m so sorry for the people who stood by waiting for me to post but hopefully whenever I have another LIS fixation I’ll update it again. But in the meantime, please feel free to request anything that I write for! Here’s the link to that post :))) (i just made it :p)

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine #life is strange imagine #lis

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Who and What I Write For!!!

If a Fandom/Character is Bolded, that means requests for them are Open. If it is not bolded, they are closed. Thank you!

Movies

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin (Marauders Era)

James Potter (Marauders Era)

Sirius Black (Marauders Era)

Regulus Black (Marauders Era)

Lily Evans (Marauders Era)

Marlene McKinnon (Marauders Era)

Mary MacDonald (Marauders Era)

Fear Street

Simon Kalivoda

Kate Schmidt

Tommy Slater

Nightwing Killer

Ziggy Berman

Nick Goode

Solomon Goode

Mad Thomas

IT

Richie Tozier (young and old)

Bill Denbrough (young and old)

Stanley Uris (young and old)

Ben Hanscom (young and old)

Eddie Kaspbrak (young)

Beverly Marsh (young)

Mike Hanlon (young)

Marvel

Peter Parker (MCU)

Peter Parker (TASM)

^ frat!peter… iykyk

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Bruce Banner

Tony Stark

Scott Lang

Scream

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Dewey Riley

Tatum Riley

Derek Feldman

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Kirby Reed

Charlie Walker

Tara Carpenter

Wes Hicks

Chad Martin-Meeks

Mindy Martin-Meeks

Richie Kirsch

Amber Freeman

Anika Kayoko

Ethan Landry

Back to the Future

Marty McFly

George Mcfly

The Breakfast Club

Andrew Clark

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Claire Standish

Allison Reynolds

Stand By Me

Teddy Duchamp

Chris Chambers

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Gerard Pitts

Richard Cameron

Chris Noel

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Bill Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Billy The Kid

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Cato

Marvel

TV Shows

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

Glenn Rhee

Alden

Negan Smith

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Ginny and Georgia

Marcus Baker

Abby Littman

Hunter Chen

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin

V

Svetlana

Jimmy

Video Games

Bully

Jimmy Hopkins

Gary Smith

Petey Kowalski

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

Jesse

Dina

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Durch van der Linde (1899)

Jack Marston (1911 and 1914)

Sean Macguire

Karen Jones

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Markus

Simon/Daniel/PL600

Rupert/WB200

Life Is Strange

Chloe Price (specifically BTS)

Nathan Prescott

Warren Graham

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz (older obvi)

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Gareth Weasley

Leander Prewett

TellTale’s The Walking Dead

Kenny

Clementine

Luke

Javier

Gabe

Mitch

Louis

Marlon

James

Other

Miscellaneous 80s Characters

Edgar Frog

Allen Frog

Sam Emerson

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy Curtis

Sodapop Curtis

Dally Winston

Ferris Bueller

Egon Spengler

Peter Venkman

Alex P. Keaton

Miscellaneous Non-80s Characters

Harley Quinn

Peter Kavinsky

Donnie Darko

Detective David Loki

Homer Hickam

Beck Oliver

Jade West

Rodrick Heffley

#request #imagines #x reader #life is strange #80s movies #stranger things #it #the walking dead #twdg #red dead redemption #detroit become human #the breakfast club #ferris bueller #the last of us #ginny and georgia #shameless #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #ghostbusters #bully #the hunger games #bill and ted #back to the future #dead poets society #stand by me #scream #marvel #fear street #rodrick heffley #bucky barnes x reader

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

you disappeared a little, hope you're doing well 😊

Yes!! I am doing well, i am so sorry i haven’t been posting but i have had a lack of motivation recently. but also i just got back from an overnight trip and i am wiped yall. thank you though for your constant support. i will try to get the next part up when i’m feeling better :)

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

hey guys!! so sorry about not uploading yesterday. i just wasn’t able to, but i did. today, sorry it’s only 474 words, this chapter was originally longer but i didn’t have it all typed out but i didn’t wanna go another day without posting. so i hope you enjoy it anyways :)

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #lis #life is strange imagine #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Just A Project | X

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: nothing much

Words: 474

A short yet deadly drive later, we pull into a parking lot in front of the beach and beside a forest with a hill. “The beach?” I ask once he turns the truck off. “No, not the beach. Just come on.” He gets out of the truck and I follow. He locks the doors and starts making his way up the grassy hill. The breeze feels so nice against my skin.

After a while, I see a small sign that says ‘Lighthouse ←’, then it clicks. “Ahh, so we’re going to the lighthouse.” I say with a smirk, trying to keep up with the boy. “Took you long enough.” He says bitterly, but there’s a smile on his face when he looks over at me.

We finally got to the lighthouse, and the view was beautiful. “Wow, it’s amazing.” I say. “Yeah, just wait ‘til we get to the top.” He points to the top of the lighthouse. Suddenly a strong breeze of cool air hits me, and a series of chills run all over my body. Which confuses me as yesterday’s weather was the complete opposite. I let out a ‘brr’ sound, unintentionally signaling to Nathan that I am cold.

He stills for a moment before shrugging off his jacket and handing it to me. At first I silently refused his offer, not taking it. “Just take it, nerd.” He rolls his eyes, and continues. “I don’t need you freezing out here.” He sounds irritated but I know he isn’t. I give in and take the jacket from him, and slip it on. It fits well for being a size or two too big. The arms come down to my fingertips, and the hem just below my hips.

He looked at me for a little bit, eyes lingering up and down my body. Speaking of lingering, his jacket smells like him. Burning embers and weed. I have to take a minute to take it in. It’s so intoxicating. I realize we’ve been standing in silence a little too long, making me feel awkward. He doesn't seem to mind as he smiles and says, “Looks good on you, nerd.” I fight the blush wanting to spread across my face. “Now come on. We gotta get to the top for the real view.” He starts walking, opening the door of the lighthouse, holding it open for me.

“Why thank you, sir.” I say in a faux posh London accent. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome or whatever.” He says, rolling his eyes with a small smile. I give him a mocking pout. “You’re no fun, Prescott.” My pout turns into a smile as a grin spreads across his face. “Yep, that’s me, No Fun Nathan.” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. I then gesture for him to lead the way to the seemingly infinite staircase.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #lis #life is strange imagine #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

last chapter was so nice ahh i love it sm :)

ahhh thank you sm!!! i’ll try to get next part up tomorrow!!! life’s been busy with spring break over and end of the year things. and thank you, and everyone, for all the support, it means a lot!

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Just A Project | IX

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: swearing, ooc nate i guess

Words: 903

I’d say these past couple of days have been a success. It’s crazy but it seems like Nathan is actually trying, which is… nice. It’s now Sunday afternoon, and I’m on my way to his dorm now, genuinely excited because believe it or not, Nathan Prescott really does have a heart. I wish more people knew that about him. God, Nathan, what are you doing to me?

Before I realize it, I find myself at Nathan’s door, and I knock. He opens it and lets me in. I enter and sit on the edge of his bed. “What’s up, nerd?” Nerd, he’s made a habit of calling me that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t somewhat enjoy it. He rumages through his bag in the corner. “The usual. What about you?” I look at him, always looking. He says nothing, standing up straight. He turned to look at me and sighed.

“You know, I really don’t wanna do any of this today.” He said tiredly. Oh, I was really looking forward to spending time with him. “Oh, okay, well I can go then.” I smiled slightly, starting to stand so I could make my exit. My fingertips barely touch the doorknob before his hand tugs my other wrist. I looked up at him confused, “I said I didn’t want to do the project. Not that I wanted you to leave, dumbass.” He rolls his eyes. “Oh.” That’s all that’s able to leave my lips. A warm blush spreads across my cheeks. My skin burns in his grasp.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asks with a new gentleness I’ve never heard from him before. “What movie?” He thinks for a moment before walking away, finally letting go of my wrist. He’s at his dresser and picks up two movies. He turns around and holds them up so I can see. Donnie Darko and The Prestige. Two very different films, both suit him somehow. “Which one?” He asked me. I think for a moment, “Hmm… Donnie Darko.” I say. It is a great movie. He hums and puts the movie in his computer that's connected to his fancy projector.

I sit back down on his bed, back against the wall facing the projector screen. Nathan walks to the bed and sits next to me, shoulder to shoulder. The movie starts and Nathan is silent. I turn to him, he's looking down at his lap. “You okay, Nate?” ‘Nate’? Y/N what the fuck. Never in my life have I ever called this boy ‘Nate’. He looks up at me and smiles, “Never been better.” He looks back to the movie, I let out a content hum, and watch the movie.

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I feel a bit of a jostle. I furrow my brows before I hear a voice. “Hey, movie’s over.” Nathan. I slowly open my eyes, and the credits of the movie are rolling. Then I realize my head is on Nathan’s shoulder. I sit up, entirely embarrassed. “Mornin’ sleepyhead.” He has a cute smirk on his face. “Oh, sorry Nathan, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” I can tell my face is red, hopefully he doesn’t notice?

“Nah, it’s okay. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” I smile at him, unsure how to continue the conversation. There’s a lingering tension between us. “I should take a picture of this moment.” He says suddenly, my eyebrows furrow, watching him closely. He reaches for his camera on his nightstand, and holds it up to take a selfie. He leans in and so do I. “Say ‘cheese’.” He says. I smile at the camera, and he snaps the photo.

He looks down at it and so do I. It’s definitely not perfect- “It’s perfect,” He interrupts my thoughts, “complete serenity.” I slightly gush at his comment, still unsure of what to say. He looks at me and my thoughts cease. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I smirk, raising a brow. “Sure, Prescott. Let’s go.” He grabs his keys, and slips on his infamous red jacket before opening the door and leading me to his truck in the parking lot.

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We approach his red pick up truck. He unlocks the doors, he gets in and I do as well. He starts the truck and some shitty pop song starts blasting over the radio. “Jesus, that’s loud!” I shout over the music. He says nothing, just laughs and turns it down a bit. He pulls out of the Blackwell parking lot, driving in the direction of an unknown location.

Suddenly, the truck picks up speed. I jolt forward a bit, gripping the handle bar for safety. “God, Nathan, are you trying to kill us?”I turn to him, he has a wicked grin on his face. He turns the truck, and it might as well have tipped over. I yelp and grip the handle bar tighter. Nathan laughs at me and says, “Calm down, nerd.” I glare at him.

My senses are spiraling. The loud shitty music, the roaring of the truck engine, the speed of the vehicle, and the presence of Nathan Prescott next to me. Whenever I’m with him, he floods my senses. “Okay, Prescott. Where are we going?” I speak over the music, somehow still sounding like a whisper. “Be patient, you’ll see.” He smiles and focuses back on the road.

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #lis #life is strange imagine #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott imagine