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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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Part 2 to the Dads Best Friend! Cillian 🥺🥺

anon is referencing this fic but this can be read without reading that first!!

warnings: semi-public/car sex, secret relationship, fluffy smut, l-bombs, age gap, dad's best friend trope

(gif credit @nofckingfighting)

"God, I hate this," he laughed thinly, and you raised an eyebrow as you stopped moving.

"Er, jeez, not exactly what a girl wants to hear when she's riding her boyfriend," you mumbled, and he pulled you a little closer before sweetly holding your face.

"You know I don't mean that," he sighed, "I mean this-- fucking in my car."

"Really?" you smirked. "I think it's kinda hot."

"It's literally hot," he laughed, "see how you're fogging up the windows?"

"Oh, so it's my fault, then!" you noticed with a grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Only 'cause you're making me do all the work," you accused.

"Making? No, no," he shook his head, "as I recall, you were the one who said you couldn't wait anymore, and told me to pull over somewhere so you could ride me."

"Oh, did I say that?" you feigned innocence as you flushed a bit from the memory.

"You said exactly that," he purred as he moved in to kiss your neck, "don't think I'll ever forget it." His hands found your hips and guided you to start moving again, whispering encouraging little praises into the crook of your neck: that's it, good girl, there you go...

You gasped as you picked up the pace slightly, a chill running up your back even with the aforementioned heat. "What's it you hate so much about fucking in the car, then, afraid to get caught?"

He smiled against your skin, holding you tighter. "No, fuck, that turns me on," he admitted, "I just hate it 'cause you deserve so much more, darling..."

You whimpered and held him tighter, rocking your hips faster. "Fuck," you whispered.

"You deserve a big, soft bed," he continued, "no cars or motels--"

"Or my parents' wine cellar," you reminded him.

"That was a terrible idea," he laughed softly, but it turned to a groan as he held you tighter and your walls clenched on him. "But fuck, darling, you deserve everything... no secrets, no hiding..."

You whined and arched your back. "Cill, c'mon, we can't..."

"I know," he sighed, "I know, but fuck, it's what I want. I want everyone to know. I want you in my bed every night. I want a ring on your finger--"

"Fuck!" you yelped, pushing yourself up against his shoulders. "You can't... you can't just say things like that..."

"I'm not just saying it," he insisted, grabbing your arms to keep you from moving too far away. "I told you from the beginning: if we do this, it's not just fun. You're mine."

Your face tried to muster some resistance to that, but the way you fluttered inside was obvious. He grinned and pulled you into him, hugging you tight and bucking his hips up into you until you moaned loudly.

"Fuck, I want you," he panted, "all of you. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks-- I need you."

"Cill," you whimpered as you hid your face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he continued, and you looked at him again, staring right into his eyes to try to find any proof he was lying. "I love you," he said again, softer, and you bit your lip. How were you supposed to think while he was fucking you like this?!

"I love you too," you blurted out, and you realized that was the idea: he didn't want you to think so you'd have to be honest.

He kissed you, hungry yet sweet, and you whimpered as you realized how close you were.

"Gonna come," you warned with a gasp, "fuck-- Cill, god, I--"

"Say it again," he pleaded, barely breaking away from the kiss but still opening his eyes to look at you this close.

"I love you," you moaned out again, "fuck, I love you-- yes!"

You started to shake all over, and he held you close as he fucked you through it. "So beautiful," he praised as he watched you fall apart, desperate moans getting louder than ever as your head tilted back limply.

He pulled you closer and dropped his forehead onto your chest, groaning as he came with you-- even through the tingly numbness inside you, you could feel his cock pulsing against your walls.

You both took a long time to catch your breath, maybe both realizing the conversation that was waiting for you once you returned to reality.

"Did you really mean--?" you started to ask, but he pulled you into another kiss-- less energetic than the last, you were both drained and sweaty and glowing.

When he pulled back and held your face, you didn't need to ask the question again: he meant it, you knew he did. But that just opened up a new issue.

"What are we gonna tell my parents?" you laughed breathlessly, and he smiled back at you.

"I don't know," he admitted as he kissed your cheek, "but we'll figure it out. I just can't hide you anymore."

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy rpf

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rockstvrdotcom · 10 months

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Hey cutie!!! Can i request a s/o who has a cold looks, she has experience vibes, a cruel mouth with sharp words. But in bedroom, she's innocent and curious about everything as shit, that makes her partner super surprised and they want that naive just do for them.

I wish it for EJ, Toby plssssssss. 🥺🥺🥺 (With NSFW kinda yummy yummy 😋)

Oh anyway, I love your writing alooooooot, it's really gooood just took my heart away at the first line!!!! Kiss kiss kiss 💋💋💋💋

I'm your 💅 lovely anon. Nice to meet you!!!

oh em gee HIII NICE TO MEET U TOO MWAH MWAH THANK U FOR THE SWEET WORDS <33

while i was writing ej i was gonna say "he rolled his eyes" but then i remembered he has no eyes..

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AGSJDHSJS </333 FORGIVE ME NONNIE

tw/cw: praise, oral sex, unexperienced reader, fem reader, also just regular sex, slight spanking

EYELESS JACK ☤

out of the bedroom, the words that come of your mouth are completely different from in the bedroom.

"shut up, jack" you spoke sharply, rolling your eyes. he tch'd in response. you were both watching a movie on the couch, his arm around your shoulder; and your arms crossed.

you acted like you hated the affection he gave you, but really— you adored him. that's why when a sex scene in the movie came on and you felt ej's hard on, you asked if he needed help.

"don't think of it as anything special, i'm just bored. that's all" you spoke, giving him a cold stare, your back facing him. you turned around, your cheeks flushed with a light pink color.

"yeah yeah, whatever" ej said, biting the inside of his cheek. he looked at your face, eyes admiring you. he cupped your cheek with his hand, and leaned in for a kiss. you kissed back, hands around his neck to deepen the kiss.

he then took you by the waist, sitting back down on the couch and straddling your hips onto his; the bulge in his pants rubbing against your crotch and his lips still connected with yours.

you pulled back from the kiss, looking at him with a slight hint of worry. "i.. tell me if i'm doing something wrong. i've never done anything like this before." you said, looking at him with innocent eyes. his eyebrows raised in suprise, then he gently nodded.

"you're doing great." he smiled slightly, his fangs slightly poking out. you bit your lip hard to hide your smile, trying to look grumpy at his compliment. suddenly, it was like the outbursts of rage, the scratches, and the hard glares were from a completely different person. your mean and cold facade was cracking— and ej wanted to get through to you completely.

you got on your knees on the floor, patting his legs as a signal to spread them; and he did. you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them both down just about enough so his cock could spring out.

you looked at his size, your mouth slightly agape. you contemplated if you could actually take him or not— he looked down at you with a cocky smirk on his face, causing you to scoff.

you got back to work, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly jerking him off. you noticed his breathing became heavy, making you feel more confident as you picked up the pace of your hand.

you hand came to an abrupt stop; he looked down at you confused. "what happened?" he asked, resisting the urge to buck his hips up for more friction.

"c-.. can i lick it? like suck it i mean— you know what. nevermind." you tried to ask, but just turned your head away in embarrassment. you puffed out your cheeks in humiliation and narrowed your eyes. you were about to start jerking him off again, until he grabbed your wrist.

you turn your head to look at him. "you can do it." he said, encouraging you and twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. he grabbed you by the hair, bringing your face inches from his dick.

you cleared your throat, trying not to stare at his dick— that was literally right infront of you. you straightened your posture and placed your hands comfortably on his thighs.

you started off with little kitten licks— which jack thought was adorable by the way; then slowly progressed. and finally, your lips were wrapped around his dick, your head bobbing up and down and your fist jerking off whatever part you couldn't take into your mouth.

"mm.. fuck, you look so cute right now.." he purred, biting his lip as he smirked. you looked up and glared at him, only to have him tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

he thrusted his hips up into your mouth, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. he did it again, and again— something about the way your throat clenched around him made his dick throb with need.

"fuck, baby— 'm cumming" he grunted, doing one last thrust into your mouth before releasing with his dick deep in your throat. you hummed around his dick, then sliding off with a 'pop' when he gave you the sign it was ok to.

"suprised you've never done this before, you're a natural." he joked, playfully punching you in the shoulder. you pushed his hand away, scoffing.

"oh shush." you said, gritting your teeth. he laughed. he pulled you up, making you stand on your feet. he swiftly turned you around then sat you down on his lap.

"so she's back to her old self huh? you remind me of the grinch." he poked at your puffed out cheeks. you slapped his hand away, cursing at him.

TICCI TOBY ✽

he watched in amusement as you curiously roamed your hands over his bare stomach. "don't look at me like that." you demanded, and he scoffed. your eyes averted back to his torso, admiring his toned abs that were literred with all different types of scars.

"you're the one who has their hands all over me." he retorted. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"just shut up, toby" you said, tracing his abs with your fingers. he chuckled at your actions. after a while, he took ahold of your hands so you couldn't touch him anymore

"hey, pretty, why dont 'cha just hop on my dick and ride me already? pleasee?" he begged. he noticed the change of expression in your face, you looked more flustered and serious.

"what's wrong?" he asked, his playful tone now replaced with a more stern one. he took a piece of your hair and played with it as he awaited your answer.

you avoided eye contact. "i- uh... i'm a virgin." you spoke, barely a whisper. you scratched your head in awkwardness, awaiting his response. you were still looking away

"what'd you say? i don't think i heard you correctly." toby asked, genuinely. you silently cursed him.

"i'm a virgin.." you spoke a little louder. you finally looked up at him to see him confused. then his expression brightened up, a confused laugh escaping his throat.

"why the hell are you laughing, asshole?!" you yelled, your embarrassment obvious on your face as you bit your cheek. he held his hand up to his mouth, trying to stop himself from laughing.

"nonono- i'm not making fun of you. i just didn't expect it! that's all. you seem like somebody who's experienced. no wonder why your so curious.." he reasoned, holding your chin with his hand. you muttered a 'whatever'. secretly, the thought of him being your first time made him throb.

"don't worry, sweetheart. i'll guide you." he spoke, and you weren't able to tell if he was mocking you or if he was being genuine. you sat up straight, starting to take off your clothes, one by one. now you were left in your matching lacy red bra and panties.

"shut up. i know what i'm doing, i'll do it myself." you voiced coldly. you roughly undid his belt, then his zipper. you looked up at him, and he nodded. you pulled his pants down, eyes roaming around; coming to a halt when you saw his happy trail peeking out of the waistband of his boxers.

your eyes drifted lower down, looking at the huge bulge in his boxers. you felt your wetness pooling in your panties, your pussy clenching around nothing and wishing it was toby. your clit ached to be touched, a whine almost escaping your throat.

"what? too big?" he said, making you look up. a cocky smirk was plastered on his face. you tch'd and palmed him slowly through his boxers, watching him automatically shut up and his face turn a little red.

you hooked your fingers under the elastic waistband of toby's boxers, pulling it down. you watched in awe as his cock sprung free; now you were really questioning if it was too big.

you were already wet, so you figured it'd be fine- and he fingered you before this. you climbed ontop of him, feeling his eyes watch your every move.

your palms were sweaty as you moved your panties to the side, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. you winced and bit your lip before lowering yourself onto him.

"fuck.." you heard him groan as your walls enveloped his cock. you looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and cheeks lit up with pink.

"a- am i doing this right?" you asked, your voice shaky as you slowly rode him. he nodded.

"the only thing your doing wrong is not going fast enough." he complained, tempted to grab you roughly by the hips and bounce you up and down on his cock until you can't say anything but his name. and if you didn't pick up the pace, he was sure his temptation would take control.

you nodded profusely, leaning forward. you trapped his head inbetween your two hands, praying that whatever you do next will please him and not embarass you.

your chest was now against his and your lips were interlocked as you rode his dick, sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

he groaned, deepening the kiss. his hands gently held your waist, not guiding you but basically telling you that you were doing all the right things.

you felt his hand move up to your breast, then taking it into his hand and rolling your nipple inbetween his fingers. you moaned, but not once removing yourself from his lips. you clenched around him and felt him throb inside of you, making you whimper. he leaned back, breaking the kiss.

"you're doing so good— fuck you're so hot." he panted, leaning into the crook of your neck then leaving soft kisses along your jaw.

the room began to feel hotter than before— if even possible. short breaths escaped your mouth, your orgasm getting nearer and nearer.

you watched his jaw tighten, his groans coming to a stop; now only silent pants. his brows furrowed, seemingly frustrated.

before you could even say anything, his hands gripped your hips— hard enough that you knew it would leave a bruise.

next thing you were sliding up and down on his dick roughly, toby leaving no time for you to even catch a break as he knew he was close and so were you.

silent moans escaped your lips; sounds of your pleasure caught in your throat. he thrusted up deeper into you, his thrusts erratic and desperate.

he grabbed you by the back of your neck and made you lean down close enough to him that you could feel him breathing on your neck. he bit down hard as he let out a loud groan.

you cried out in pain and pleasure as you felt him release inside of you a few seconds after he bit you. your orgasm washed over you, tears blurring your vision as you moaned out his name in a whisper.

he thrusted up into you, the both of your riding out your orgasms. once you two became tired, you collapsed on him, your legs sore.

you felt a hand on your thigh, but your eyes were struggling to open. you felt soft kisses litter your temple and forehead, and toby's fingers pushing any cum that leaked out back into your aching cunt.

"goodnight, pretty."

#smut #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #tobias rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby smut #eyeless jack #ej creepypasta #eyeless jack smut #eyeless jack x reader

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ghostedcas · 10 months

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Can you do William and Afab!Reader snugglefucking?

snugglefucking 🥺🫶

i hope this is to your tastes sweet nonnie <3

MINORS DNI !!

william afton x afab!reader

word count: 450

warnings: soft smut, snugglefuck, very very light dubcon/somnophilia (reader is like half asleep and consent is not direclty given but is implied/refrenced consent has been arranged beforehand), 18+, probably ooc william afton bc it's soft (they're both sleepy)

a/n: i'm a virgin and that's probably gonna be very obvious from how i write smut, my only experience with sex is the fact that i've been reading fanfics since i was 10 so literally 10, almost 11 years💀 that said, please bear with me >.< as always, reader is afab and referred to with some "fem" petnames, but identifying gender is not specified.

a/n 2.0: also i wrote this at my grandparents' house while tipsy💅

a/n 3.0: soooooo all the stuff i wrote while drunk at my grandparents' house got deleted because tumblr is a lil BITCH and ngl i forgot most of what i wrote so i hope this version is okay. i may come back and rewrite this again and make it a little longer just because i feel awful about taking so long to get this out

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your eyes were still blurry with sleep in the early morning as you felt your husband slipping your underwear down your legs as he laid behind you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he slid the obstructing fabric off your body.

you glanced over to check the time, 04:46. you supposed william had woken for work and was feeling rather needy, taking advantage of your previously established arrangement. one both of you took advantage of often.

"mornin' darling, didn't mean to wake you." a lie.

"morning will.. 's okay."

"just relax for me, sweet."

and with his voice so sweet and husky, hoarse with the grogginess of having just woken minutes before you, how could you not relax? his touch moving slowly up your thigh, teasing you just so, before he places a calloused finger to your clit, rubbing slow and teasing circles.

a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips at his sensual touch, spurring the brit on more. his finger slipping down to slip inside you, curling the digit against the spongy spot deep inside you.

"that's it sweetheart, takin' it so well..." william muttered into your ear lowly as he pressed kisses and nibbles to your neck, slipping a second finger into your throbbing cunt.

william relished in the sounds of your sleepy moans, hips bucking into his hands slightly as he drove his fingers into you at a languid pace. the lewd sounds of your slick against his palm filling both your ears.

feeling his long fingers slip out of you, you let out a broken whine at the loss, only to be met with the feeling of his tip pressing to your core.

"shh, don't complain angel. quit your whining, i'll give you what you want."

"will, please..." you gasped out, begging him so sweetly for something he wasn't even denying you.

william lifts one of your legs gently, moving it back just so to place it back on his thigh as he pushed himself up into you from behind, making sure to go slow as he pushed in, wanting both to be careful with you as well as torture you with his sluggish pace.

soft, broken moans leave both your lips as he slowly pushes in, taking his sweet time bottoming out. once he does he starts a slow, torturous drag, in and out, in and... out.

"fuck, doll. feels good, nice and tight for me, yeah?" william grunts into your ear, his right hand coming down and sliding across your front, making it's way down your stomach to meet your clit once more.

you could never tire of waking up like this, and perhaps you'd have to return the favour tomorrow.

#william afton x reader #william afton x reader smut #william afton smut #ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 9 months

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Hi, Can i request Evan Buckley x reader, Bucky was planning this amazing first date but something ruins it, he gets all sad about it but ending with a small and better date?

I don't know if I explain myself🥺

Evan Buckley x Reader

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Evan had planned every detail to a tee. He was going to take you to the new sushi place. He knew you had been wanting to try it so he thought it was a great place for a first date.

He has asked everyone who you two worked with for advice. Places they knew you liked, your favorite flower, and then the two hour facetime with Maddie as he picked out what to wear.

Everything was going to be perfect. He had made sure to get a reservation so you two wouldn't spend half the night waiting if it was busy.

He had spent hours deciding on what bouquet before settling in the perfect one. It was a flower you had mentioned once before: Peonies.

The bouquet of Peonies sat in his passenger seat as he drove to pick you up. He couldn't wait. He had quite literally been waiting for this moment since the day he met you.

He was incredibly anxious. What if something happened? But he pushed those thoughts out of his head as he got closer and closer to your apartment.

As he was driving his phone rang, he answered it and out it on speaker phone.

"I'm sorry Buck, I know you had that date with Yn but there's been a mass casualty event at the hotel on the corner of North Croft and Melrose. I need you there, same with Yn," Bobby Said into the phone.

Evan sighed before exchanging a few words with and hanging up. He called you and informed you if what Bobby had told him as he parked to drive you to the scene.

You rushed down to meet him, the dress you had picked out for tonight discarded on your bedroom floor as you had thrown on cargo pants and a LAFD t shirt.

"Sorry about the date," Evan said. He looked far more disappointed than you had been hoping.

"It's fine, it's not like you lit the hotel on fire," you said before buckling your seat belt.

you both drive in silence as Evan started mentally planning your second first date. Tonight didn't count. So your first date

"I know it's not what you had planned, but since you're my ride we could grab takeout on the way home? Have a movie night?" You asked, hoping to help boost his mood.

"Yeah, but I'm still going to take you out on a proper date, soon, very soon," he said and you smiled. God he was so sweet.

"That sounds nice," you replied.

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"God, I love Chinese," you said as you took a bite of an egg roll. After having your first date with Evan screwed with by a hotel with faulty wiring, you two had planned a new date for next Friday night

"Yeah, but again, sorry about our date being messed up," he said. You had both been looking forward to going out tonight.

"it doesn't matter what we do, I just like spending time with you," you said and Evan blushed. He looked away and took another bite of his chicken.

The two of you had chosen a cheesy horror film older you. It wasn't bad, it was perfect as you two munched on Chinese and recapped what had happened during the fire.

#evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley x you #evan buckley x female reader #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley fanfic #evan buckley imagine #christopher diaz

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley…..

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun.

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself.

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n: “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?” You folded your arms and sat back against the couch.

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment.

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again.

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him.

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now.

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him.

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes.

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously.

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you.

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication.

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit.

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared.

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?”

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -”

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?”

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty.

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited.

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone.

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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sibylsleaves · 20 days

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Eddie is so down bad for that man he really saw him embarrassing himself acting like a 14-year-old girl and said, im so sorry baby i didn't mean to hurt your feelings 🥺💔

when literally buck's own sister was like. grow up lmao

#911 spoilers

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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hi friend!! i love ur work so muuuuch, you have no idea!! i literally check everyday if you post something 😭 i think i'm obsessed with you atp 😭 but it's my birthday today! and i was wondering what baby or the daddies are like during baby's birthday and how they celebrate!! 🎂 it's probably so cute and chaotic and baby doesn't shut up about it for days or maybe daddies get too excited and go waaaay overboard with the planning and decors bc they want the best for baby 🥺 ilysm and i hope you know you truly make my day 🤍

Hi back Nonnie Friend!! Happiest of birthdays, my darling!! Thank you so much for your kind words, they helped me immensely today, they were such a gift. Okay, I'm breaking my own rule here and skipping up in the line as I wanted to get this out on your birthday to give you a gift right back! (To all my other asks, please know you are ALL literally WIPs right now!!) Happy Birthday, Nonnie!!! <3 <3 <3

The Birthday Baby

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!birthday baby

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader's birthday, daddies going nuts (in the best way possible), super hyper excited baby, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"I'm telling you, it's dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs was LAST week. THIS week it's My Little Pony."

"Okay, yeah, I'll give you My Little Pony this week, but she likes the Disney princesses better than the Ponies."

"Anyone can do Disney princesses at any time, we need to go with what she likes right now. And I'm telling you, it's My Little Pony."

"That's just a phase."

"Well, so were the dinosaurs!"

"She plays with them in the tub constantly, she's always stomping around the place roaring..."

"Oh, is that what she's doing when she does that? I thought that was Lion King."

"Wait...it might be dragons then..."

"No, she wears the dragon wings and the mask when she's a dragon. So I guess you're right. Wait- none of the My Little Ponies roar, do they?"

Bucky flopped back down on their bed with a groan. He couldn't keep up any more. He and Steve had been at it for what felt like hours, trying to figure out the theme for your upcoming birthday party. The trouble was, you bounced so quickly from favorite thing to favorite thing, they couldn't figure out what would make you happiest. They had tried asking you. It had gone about as well as the conversation was currently going. No one was able to make up their minds about anything.

"Buck, it's gotta be perfect," Steve said, running his hands up and down his thighs nervously. It was the only thing keeping him from bolting off the edge of the bed where he was sitting and pacing around the room. "It's the first time she's spending her birthday with us- we need it to be special and exactly what she wants."

Bucky sat up, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. "Okay, Stevie, maybe we're going at this the wrong way. This may be nuts, but go with me. What if...."

And then he laid out a weird but potentially brilliant solution. And they both breathed a sigh of relief. Then got to work.

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The day before your birthday arrived, and you were running around like crazy, so excited for your party the next day. Papa and Daddy would only tell you that you were going to like everything at the party- they wouldn't give you any more details than that. Which drove you batty in the best way. You were constantly running from room to room, looking for clues, asking them questions, and spinning in circles in pure excitement.

"All my friends gonna be there, right?" you asked Steve for the umpteenth time. He smiled patiently and nodded.

"Everyone's coming, sweetness."

"Even Nicky?"

"Yes, even Director Fury," Bucky jumped in. "And I wouldn't call him Nicky, baby."

"It's my BIRFDAY, Daddy, I get to make da rules!" you said impishly, giggling at the idea of calling the tall, cool guy 'Nicky'. Bucky gave you a devilish smile back before scooping you up and tickling you.

"Yeah, that's not how that works at all," he teased while you screamed with laughter. Finally, when you seemed to wear out slightly, he set you down with a gentle pat on the butt. "Now go play. Papa and I have work to do."

"For my birfday??"

"Can't tell you, it's a surprise," Papa grinned at you. You just squealed in delight, knowing that was code for 'yes', and tore out of the room, cheering.

Steve sighed happily. "Well, she's gonna sleep well tonight," he joked as he listened to you running down the hallway to the playroom. His phone pinged. He pulled it out, then gave a short cheer at the message. "Last thing just arrived," he said triumphantly. "Sam's hauling it to the rec room, and he's going to help us set up after she's gone to bed."

Bucky rubbed his hands together gleefully. "We did it, Stevie, we got it all. Nothing more to get, it's all here. We did it." They both paused in their cheering when they heard your footsteps come pitter-pattering down the hallway again. You peeked in to see if they were still in there, and then gleefully jumped into the room, holding out a piece of paper.

"Lookit, Papa, lookit Daddy!" you said, holding up your artwork. "Lookit what the new crayons that Aunt Shuri sent me do!! The purples are SPARKLY!!" you squealed with joy, shaking the hastily drawn flower picture at them. "They SPARKLE!! Purple sparklies are my new favorite EVER!! I'm gonna go draw more flowers!" you shrieked in one excited breath before hopping out of the room like a bunny.

Steve and Bucky just looked at each other in panic. Steve recovered first, going back to his phone. It only took two minutes, then he sighed in relief again.

"Okay," he said, a touch of weariness in his tone. "Purple sparklies on the way."

Bucky shook his head in wonder. "Wow," he said, hushed, looking at the phone in Steve's hand. "This internet thing...so great," he mused. "I still can't believe it."

"SO helpful, right??" Steve said, nodding vigorously along with his husband's wonder and appreciation of modern technology.

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The next day was one that you would remember forever.

You had excitedly but nervously held onto both your daddies' hands as they took you down to the big Avengers room where you all had your inside parties and holidays and stuff. They were watching you with big (and nervous) smiles on their faces as you entered the room, just the three of you. You stopped in awe at the sight that awaited you.

The room looked like it FAO Schwartz had exploded. There was a little bit of absolutely everything you loved, tucked into every nook and cranny of the room. There was a pin-the-tail-on-the-My-Little-Pony game, an inflatable dragon perfect for someone to bounce on, a dinosaur pinata, a coloring station, a lego station, a Disney princess dress-up costume rack- the list went on and on. Along with pops of colorful streamers and bunches of balloons with lights in them. It was a joyous cacophony of color and imagination. You walked around slowly and softly, your eyes wider than they'd ever seen them before, touching everything reverently as you took it all in. After a lap around the room and seeing a bit of everything that you loved, you turned to them.

"IT'S PERFECT!!!" you screamed joyously, before hurtling yourself into their arms.

The rest of the day was a brilliant blur.

Sam was the first one to arrive, and scooped you up in the biggest hug possible, whispering in your ear that you two would go flying the next time that he babysat and giving you a big kiss on the cheek. Bruce and Natasha arrived next, losing Wanda and Pietro instantly as you grabbed the other littles' hands and pulled them into your Wonderland. Natasha just laughed, seeing how entranced and excited you were.

"You two did it, you nailed it," she praised, playfully slugging Steve on the shoulder. "Although I will say you may have gone just the teensiest bit overboard," she said, an eyebrow arched playfully.

Bucky shrugged as Steve blushed. "I seem to recall a certain couple hiring and flying out Sokovian acrobats to put on a show for the twins' last birthday," Bucky tossed back playfully at her. Bruce chuckled low, putting his arm around his wife.

"He's got us there, love," he said, grinning at her.

Tony, Pepper, and Peter arrived soon after, causing all you littles to shriek with joy and pull Peter into the melee, which he joined happily.

"Wow," Pepper said simply, smiling and trying to contain her giggles at the craziness surrounding her. "You guys really outdid yourselves!" she said heartily. Tony looked around, then sidled right up to her.

"You DO realize that I am going to throw this in your face absolutely every time you accuse ME of going overboard for Pete," he said in his nonchalant tone, gesturing to the fantastical play land. Pepper just rolled her eyes and smiled.

The whole gang was quick to arrive after that. Nick, Maria, Rhodey, Thor and Jane, Darcy, Scott and Hope, Loki, Sylvie, and Prince Loki, Clint, Laura and all their kids, including Kate. Laura came and found you right away, giving you a huge hug- she always gave the best hugs ever.

"Happy Birthday, angel!" she said, squeezing you tight.

"Tank you, Aunt Laura!!" you said, giggling. You latched onto her hand, pulling her to the refreshment table. "Lookit, Papa and Daddy got me a COOKIE CAKE!!"

"Oh wow, that is so great! And so YOU!" she said, teasing and tickling you. You squealed in laughter before the gang called you back to play, and you took off running. Laura looked at the table. The paper dessert plates seemed to be a mix of Frozen, Phineas and Ferb, and purple sparkly ones. She tilted her head and looked up quizzically at Steve and Bucky.

"Internet," they both said, looking very proud of themselves.

"Ah," Laura said simply, nodding with a polite smile.

After a loud and raucous time, after the cookie cake was devoured and all the presents opened and all the games played, everyone went home. Steve and Bucky had gotten clearance to clean up the next day so they could spend this entire day focused on you. As they were getting you ready for bed, they got grateful texts from every caregiver in the Tower- all the littles were worn out from all the fun and had gone down easily.

You were the same- happy but exhausted from all the excitement and activity. "Best birfday ever," you murmured before your "I love you"s, a final squeeze to each of them, and falling asleep, tucked in between the two people who wanted to give you the world- and delivered today.

#daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy steve #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader

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Reactions/Spoilers for 144!

Release my Indescribable, Nikignik. He did nothing wrong.

If my partner ran a prank channel and pretended to be dead for a millenia, I'd kill them too.

Froglins in society! Froglin copycat Instrumentalist theory lives on.

Not a plush Night Gaunt 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I want Hallowoods toys

So Liberty city is not necessarily Fort Freedom? But it's in the same vein. And last we saw of Rick Rounds, he was with Crain/Crane and Tulip just outside of New York, right? 👀

OH RIGHT Brooklyn was pregnant!

Wait a second how is Hope only 12?

Well capitalism has returned

What in the 1800s/1930s mash up 😅😅😅😅

Crack theory: The Count is living his best Dracula/The Demeter life as captain of this not-cruise ship

Chewing on the bars of my cage to know what happened to Buck's leg or if it's an exacerbation of his previous injury

"Don't forget me," said Hope, and hid her plush toy behind her back, tried to look very serious. "Pleasure to meet you." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THOUGHTS OF DANIELLE FROM TIME TO TIME??????? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

Adopted is a strong word. You kind of stole the beagle

Okay I don't think beagles survive bear traps 😬😬😬 but I'm glad this one did

Oh, so their parents weren't victims of the Instrumentalist. There is literally another serial killer that no one considered??? It's butcher themed?!?!?! Hello, Virgil???? You useless old man

Leave clowns alone 😭

It could still be a froglin :/

Yeah, Nik deserves to kill Marolmar

HYSTERICAL???? Oh Nik, I hope whatever you did hurt

(Yeah yeah I'm not convinced he's actually dead/Nik is the one who killed him, but now I'm hoping it's true)

#hello from the hallowoods #hfth #hfth spoilers #hfth s4

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Okay buttttt more flyboy Jake thots. Tried to be cute and fluffy and ended with a smidge of very cute daddy and breeding kink, literally couldn’t help myself

We know Jake (and you) both like the hard hot and heavy sex, but I think he secretly loves how intimate it is when you guys have sex on the couch if you’re trying to watch a movie or unwind.

Like there’s something so tender and good, and also the build up of the way you slowly trace your fingers over his chest and stomach, running them up and down, tracing little patterns and maybe brushing over the front of his pants and down his thighs but never really touching him. And the way it seems to just slowly get you fired up. He’s probably never really had that kinda intimacy or patience with anyone but you and he loves it. You’d start kissing his neck and chest and shoulders and before you know he’s got you pinned to the couch and you’re kissing all deep, you’re both panting and scrambling to touch everything. He’s grinding his hips into you and it’s just all of this tension and time that he couldn’t have you, and the intimacy of getting to take his time with you and have these quiet moments and it just does something to him! Like he needs to be inside you and feel himself all of the way inside you

And I feel like you’d both be scrambling to take your clothes off, movie forgotten. But then you’d both be laughing at the awkwardness of the couch itself and rubbing noses, him kissing your forehead and holding your hands, loving the way your breasts press against his chest and going deep and slow- savoring how tight you are and wet for him. He lasts a couple of thrusts slow before his hips start finding the pace on their own and he’s kissing you the whole time. 🥺 just something so sweet about it and being able to be silly and laugh but also dear lord can that man fuck you just right. And I think he loves the closeness of it, that you’re all his and that he can have you anytime he wants like this. Sweetly whispering you can’t wait to make him a daddy and holding his hand, looking him in the eyes when you said it would have him cumming so hard and deep in you. He’d be so serious when he asked after if you meant it and he’d cradle your cheek and tell you he’s absolutely ready whenever you are, you can throw your birth control out tomorrow baby. How proud he’d be of you and any kiddos you had. And maybe even sneaking in an I love you so much or you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

Just a t h o t, from a local thot .and some fluff and sweetness to rot your teeth on Sorry 😂❤️

Context: Flyboy (but readable without)

Oooooh thank you for this anon!!! NSFW - minors DNI

Jake has had slow sex with his previous girlfriends / hook ups / flings / friends with benefits before, but never something this intimate before you - never had the patience for it. You could say it is because all his patience, his whole life, has been spent on you - just waiting for you to be his, waiting for nature to take it’s course and the puzzle pieces to fall into place.

Jake likes all types of sex with you - sensual and slow, hot and steamy, hard and fast, or intimate and patience. He would even be happy just making out with you on the couch, like a couple of teenagers, hands touching everywhere, clothes hips bucking into yours as you grind down on him. Jake honestly does not need to have sex to be entirely satisfied with you; and if he does, well honestly - he doesn’t even need to cum to be satisfied with you (surprising, but true; but with you, it never takes him very long). He just needs to feel you around him, just needs to know you feel good.

But taking you on the couch - my god, yes; it would start off innocently enough, but then suddenly he is pining you to the couch, lips crashing over yours, teeth clinking, hands everywhere touching you like how you are touching him. Hips grinding into you and yours bucking into him - better on the days you are wearing a dress or skirt which he can hike up easily, and you can feel the growing clothed bulge in him rubbing against your damp underwear.

Jake would be such a tease during these times where you are just making out on the couch with a movie playing, because it kinda reminds him of all those times during high school or college where you were both so so close, and you were sooo near but so far; and all he wanted was to take you right then and then, because he felt so much for you, but he could not. So this is Jake making up for time lost, getting back all those couch romps he wish he could have had.

At some point - yes, you both would bs scrambling to take your clothes up, because all that build up and kissing, and touching, it gets to a point where you just need Jake inside of you now, and he - needs to feel you around his cock, now.

There would be giggling and laughter - and always talk of “we need to get a bigger couch”, because Jake is tall and broad, and it is sometimes tough to navigate your bodies on the couch. But he always manages, and you both never get a bigger couch, because it would put you both too far apart when lounging on it together.

But yessss, he would be holding your hands in his above your head, eyes looking into yours, watching as your face contorts with pleasure, as he thrusts into you, slowly, taking his time, enjoying the feeling of you all wet, slick, warm around him, and the way your breasts are pressed up against his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin.

“Baby, how are you always so tight for me,” is what he always says each time, because how are you, as he kisses you, panting and groaning into your mouth about how good you feel around his cock. He knows how to fuck you good, and you would definitely not be shy about being vocal about it - moaning loudly, letting him know how good he feels and Jake would lap every single bit of it up.

Fuuuuck anon - imagine if you are sooo fucked out, you tell him to cum in you, because you can’t wait to make him a daddy (maybe, after one day of watching him with his nieces and nephews on a day you are feeling particularly soft), Jake would just go wide eyed, but would continue ploughing into you, his thrusts growing more intense, before he just reaches his climax, face sinking into your shoulder, his cum, wet, hot, painting your insides.

Even if he doesn’t ask you if you mean it, he would totally be peppering your face in kisses while coming down from his high, his cock still throbbing inside of you, telling you that he loves you, and he can’t wait for the day you have kids of your own with him, and “baby, say the word, if you are ready, i’ll throw your birth control out right now”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

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i watched all 15 seasons of criminal minds in 29 days. these were my thoughts

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Garcia being normal Garcia: 🤪

Hotch, quietly: remind me to have her drug tested

Reid: Kevin and Penelope sitting in a tree? JJ, that's just dangerous, do you know the statistics on-

"yeah I'm fine, he wrote me a letter explaining why he left, just like my father did when he left my mother and I" REID LMAO

Gideon and Hotch giggling happily over charlie chaplin films <3<3 work dads

man with multiple personalities: do I *look* like personality no.2??

Reid [staring directly into the camera]: 👁️👁️

Reid making mini rockets and Hotch being a grumpy proud dad about it fhevfhhevdhsgdvsh THEM

"If I weren't a lesbian, I would absolutely jump your bones" [aimed at Gideon]

psychopath who only wants to talk to Reid: 😚

Reid: why don't i ever get any normal fans :(

Random detective [about Reid]: where did you find this kid?

Rossi, whispering: He was left in a basket on the steps of the FBI

Hotch: we do not have jurisdiction over this very personal set of cases

The Team: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hotch: ......okay just be quIET ABOUT IT

Rossi: My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic

Hotch: Which one?

Rossi: ...all of them 😀

Morgan, Reid, Emily, Garcia [staring Hotch down]: we love and care for you

Hotch: im gonna kms

Rossi, interrogating a suspect: I fucked your wife (real not fake)

Hotch: Son, you're taking over the business

Morgan: Oh! A promotion!?

Hotch [dumping paperwork in front of him]

Morgan: Oh no! A promotion!!

[during Hotch's review after The Reaper incident]

Strauss, to the team: 😡😡 Hotch 😡😡

Strauss, to Hotch: 😔😔 Hotch 😔😔

Hotch: any word on Prentiss?

JJ: she's arguing with the doctors

Hotch, nodding: Good

Hotch: There are lots of ways sons defeat their fathers

Reid, cheerfully: I just keep getting PhD's!

[about budget cuts]

Rossi: Let's just hope they don't take the coffee

Reid, very seriously: I'd quit

Rossi: well yeah, that'd save them about 50 bucks a week

[looking at a machine gun]

Reid: I don't think I have the qualifications to use that

Hotch & Morgan, in unison: You don't.

[the most suspicious man alive, saying something extremely suspicious]

Emily Prentiss: yes sir I will follow you to this dark secluded secondary location

Every member of the BAU: ily

Prentiss, with an arsenal of guns: BACK! BACK, STRANGE CREATURES!

Strauss holding back the entire BAU by the scruffs of their necks like feral cats: I Wish I Had Dogs

Morgan, sending all the press to Reid: 😀

Reid: No more FBI I'm becoming a criminal just to kill you

Strauss: Please hire someone normal

Hotch: Here's Doctor Reid, a child who has never passed a field test

Strauss: I'm literally begging you

Victim: what are you doing????

Unsub: well this is a *gun*, and inside of it are what we call *bullets*

"a member of the team is in jeopardy"

me: is it Reid? I really hope it's Reid.

Garcia: altruism is sexy

Hotch, very seriously: yes it is

The BAU team's nosiness

Reid's secrecy over a girl

- FIGHT -

Random teen: Get fucked old man

Rossi: Gamer on gamer violence. This is so sad.

Blake: I don't have any children...except Reid

Reid: I'm not your child though?

Blake: EXCEPT REID

Anyone: I love you

Reid, just not like other girls: ....Thomas Merton?

Blake: People just need to say what they mean

Reid: Life would be so much easier without chit-chat

[A Tale as Old as Time - Autism Bros™]

Reid: I don't like technology

Garcia: Technology doesn't like you, genius

Rossi: All of my marriages have failed, I'm not exactly what you would call a family man

Hotch: We literally have 5 kids together

[on first meeting]

Hotch: I'm offering you a job hunting psychopaths

Garcia, caught trying to stop animal testing: I *am* a psychopath

Rossi, joining the BAU: I have gotten a first husband, fourth wife, and multiple children just by entering this office. I'm the real family speedrunner

Reid: My dad leaves and suddenly I've got new contenders lining up like it's the bachelor

Hotch: You're not even that great a son

Reid: You were literally first in line

Bomb Squad: You called??

Morgan: Early bird gets the explosive worm, bitch

Hotch: How long do you need to do this impossibly long task that no one else could complete?

Reid: Like 30 minutes

Hotch: Awesome. Do it faster

Reid: I'm arresting you for murder

Cat: ...are we about to kiss?

Cat: You have mommy issues

Reid: L + Ratio. You have daddy issues *worse*

Morgan: It's my turn to be kidnapped and tortured

Reid and JJ: nnOOO MY BRAAAANDD

Alvez: Why won't you be nice to me

Garcia: I'm always nice. Look, this is my nice face 😒

Prentiss: This guy is probably a loner, definitely has commitment issues...

Alvez, just made a full-course meal for his dog: 😤

UnSub: I NEED A DOCTOR

Tara, cocking a gun: I'm not taking appointments

Reid: I need to take some time off to look after my mom

[is arrested for drug posession and murder in Mexico]

Reid: ........so how's my mom?

The Team: We're so worried about Spencer in prison

Reid: I made friend :]

Prentiss: Luke is snarky. You are snarky. Please just try to get along

Garcia: You don't understand. We cancel each other out

Reid, entering prison: I am going to make So Many enemies

Mr Scratch, doing anything: 😏

The Team: It's a trap. Let's go!

Alvez: I can tell, you're a cat person

Prentiss: Got the nine lives to go with it, bitch

Cat: I'm pregnant. It's yours

Reid, shocked: You mean you're not a virgin?!

Cat:

Cat: I wish I killed you the first time round coME HERE-

Prentiss: I need a person I love and trust to relax with

Reid: ....are you gaslighting me into resting?

Prentiss: Yes. And it'll fuckin work.

Barnes: Don't you want to be unit chief? Don't you have....ambitions?

JJ: I'm ambitious about killing you. Wanna see?

Garcia: I hate newbie. He's terrible and stupid and has a dumb face and dumb thoughts-

Alvez: We literally just took a selfie together

Alvez:

Tara: ur mom

Alvez: I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?

JJ, married with 2 kids: I'm a little bit in love with you

Reid, who took her on one date 15 years ago: 😯

Rossi: You can't ground me! I'm your dad!!

Prentiss: AND I'M YOUR FUCKING BOSS. GROUNDED!

[Luke and Matt go missing]

Prentiss: The boys! They took our boys!!

Reid: I'm.....right here?

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds incorrect quotes

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bigkpopstan · 2 years

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enha’s reaction to getting thigh fucked

txt version here

18+ only content.

warnings; sub enha, amab reader🤩, marking (hand print/nail imprint implications), exhibition as always, consensual groping, doggy style makes jay feel slutty yet less shy so there’s that, oral fixation mention, shy enha🥺. as always tell me if their are any tags I missed:)

also finding pictures of hyung line is a struggle please stand next to each other more often

-> heeseung;

his moans are literally so fucking pretty. squeezes his thighs together very subconsciously but even if it weren’t i don’t think either of you would be able to tell the difference if it was for your pleasure or his own. if he’s laying on his back he loves to-no just in general he loves to grip ahold of you bc it can be so overwhelming for him. likes how desperate you both get</3. hold his thighs hard enough you leave marks…trust me just do it. or or !! exhibitionist hee!! fuck his thighs in public and make him keep quiet, an impossible (and unfavorable) task. he kind of likes when you tease, where you’re not fucking his thighs deep enough that he doesn’t get friction where he needs it most, he’ll lean his head back and groan or whine but he does enjoy to watch when that happens. especially cause he knows you’ll adjust soon anyway

-> jay;

the inspiration of this post with his pretty thighs-literally I am a heavy believer of shy/embarrassed sub jay so he’d literally try to hide his face every time you fuck his thighs bc he’s fully convinced he’s got a raging blush from how warm his cheeks are. also very much your resident ass person but he likes when your hands wander and grip his ass as well. surprisingly a big fan of being thigh fucked from the back bc it’s less embarrassing for him even tho outside of the moment he feels that’s more…how do I put this nicely…he feels like that’s a sluttier thing for him to do but it’s less of a self conscious position for him. but when you are facing him while you do it!! god does he love when you just rest you hand on his tummy:(

-> jake;

literally is always so fucking needy and this is no different. he’ll be licking his lips constantly, breathing heavy, biting his lip to the point where you think it’s going to crack, constantly swallowing, bucking his hips up causing his thighs to squeeze you every time, his knuckles would be white from gripping anything he can reach. or we know Jake and his oral fixation !! maybe he’s biting a pillow to keep his sounds down. literally anyone would think you’re railing him based on how loud he is when you fuck his thighs. likes when you spread them to drag a little lower as a tease before closing his legs again. does. not. stop. talking. always “oh yeah, there we go” and “mhm, just like that” you’d think he’s a pornstar.

-> sunghoon;

I love hoon, and I am openly shy hoon enthusiast but I also he doesn’t seem like the type to get very shy as a sub if he’s comfortable with a partner. yet the first time you fuck his thighs and place him on his back, kneeling over him with a clear view/stare down at him, his whole body warms up. like I swear his eyes would be so glossy filled with curiosity and…sensitivity? I feel like an act like this would get him real deep in sub space. hides his mouth while muffling his moans out of embarrassment:( takes a lot of reassurance, slow thrusts and gently rubbing your fingers into his skin to get him to relax fully. a lot of whining once he gets comfortable, like the…I’ve said this before I think for hoon that time too but the “ah” type moans, those as well as small choked out “mhm good” moans when you ask if it’s good/if it feels good. hoon swears he’s never been so hard in his life after the act and based on the way his cock was leaking the whole time you wouldn’t doubt it.

#sub enhypen #sub!enhypen #sub heeseung #sub!heeseung #sub jay #sub!jay #sub jake #sub!jake #sub sunghoon #sub!sunghoon #enhypen smut

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Lolol I saw that your post about Buck not being fully aware either and lemme tell you, from personal experience, you hit it on the head. I've had a very similar experience where I began realizing romantic feelings for my best friend and she took even longer to realize she wasn't maybe straight and we both weren't aware and I was a godmother to her kid. It took literal years to come to terms and actually be ready for anything. It is NEVER easy to move from a comfortable + intensely connected best friend situation to considering romance because the risk is H I G H. And the fact that he is coming into his first queer experience now, he's gonna be terrified to even openly consider the idea of Eddie and him. They are BOTH going to have to take the long route.

thank you for sharing your personal experience with me 🥺 and yes, everything that you've said, and i'd also like to point out that the very fact that buck, for the first time since season 3 has very clearly defined his relationship with eddie (best friend) twice, both right before and then on the heels of him discovering his sexuality, feels like it speaks volumes to the fact that he is not ready to look at his relationship with eddie in a romantic light, and in fact, if you ask me, he's gonna be actively resisting it. it's gonna be a very long and difficult road for him imo

#neethu answers #anon

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

summary: you give steve and bucky the letters, and receive something much better in return

wordcount: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, light angst, trauma, but yay fluff, brief mentions of racism and homophobia, me completely giving up on writing a realistic court scene

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 i’ve been busy af but i’m excited to get further into this. also if anyone sent me requests they’ve been mega screwed up so i’m so sorry if i haven’t responded, you can send them again if u want. they literally appear for like two seconds and then disappear and it’s very confusing. anyway as always hope u enjoy and love u all! 🤍🥺

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Dear Bucky,

You wouldn’t believe how much of a mess we are without you. I haven’t slept and it’s been three days since the train and I still can’t get the image of you falling out of my head. Steve looked away. A part of me wishes I had. I can’t close my eyes without seeing one of my best friends die a cold death.

I’ve tried to write, but my pen can never make it very far before I burn the paper. Hopefully, this one makes it past that stage.

The rest of the Commandos are grieving as well, but they’ve really been the driving force to keep the mission going. We’ve been interrogating Zola for information; I’m guessing he’ll cave any day.

Enough of avoiding the subject. I’ve loved you and Steve since the day I met you on the playground. And I never stopped. Not even now.

It scared me for a long time how far I would go for you two, but losing you scared me more. I would rather kill hundreds than see you slip away inches from my hand. You always said I wasn’t much of a killer, but in the past days… I’ll admit in this letter to you that I’ve dreamt of watching the life leave Arnim Zola’s eyes as I plant an arrow through his chest.

The news won’t mention that you were drafted, or that you had a family, or that you wanted to go into the sciences. I can’t go home to Rebecca and your ma when I can’t bring you with me.

But, God, I loved you. With every atom in my body and every second of my time. And it keeps me going when Steve and I want to break down. Because there’s something in me that says I’ll see you again. As foolish as that hope is, I’ll cling to it until it comes true.

———————————————————————

Dear Steve,

You’re a hero. Just like you wanted to be.

They’ve given you articles and a museum and National Honors, and they’ll remember you until the Sun explodes and glows half as bright as you did.

I hope you’re giving Bucky a hard time. For my sake as well as yours. At least you two are together. Just like I wrote to him, I have to tell you what I wish I’d said.

I’ve loved you two for forever. And now that you’re both gone I don’t know what I’m going to do. Because before I loved you like this, I loved you as my best friends. I could accept never getting married, and never holding your hands like I wanted to. As long as we stuck together.

But being alone is like a void has taken your place. I still wake up and have a moment where I get excited to see you and tell you about the strangest dream I had, and the second I realize you’re not there my world stills.

You were golden. And you always shone brighter than me and Buck. You were golden before you were Captain America and after and now. I wish we could’ve kept you a secret, but you were made to inspire. And I loved you for that and despite that.

I’m the only one left now. I guess, in a way, I’m the end of the line. But it’s coming to an end, and I can’t wait to see you.

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Bucky and Steve set the letters down as you stare at them expectantly. It’s late at night now, and you’re feeling much better than a few hours ago, but the nervousness is still creeping in as you watch their expressions.

“...So?” you ask quietly. This is the hard part. Not knowing if this is good or bad, but either way, it’ll change everything.

Bucky opens his mouth, but chokes back a sniffle before he can form the words. Similarly, Steve steps forward, and wordlessly pulls you into a hug from where you sit on the bed. You lean into him, almost holding your breath as you wait for them to respond.

The former sits next to you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I know we’re, what? Sixty, seventy years late? But any chance you still feel that way?” he asks. You nod.

Steve picks up from there. “And what would happen if we said we also feel the same way?”

Your breath hitches and you freeze entirely. When you meet their gazes with a questioning look in your eyes, they nod.

“Doll?” Bucky taps your back. “You alright?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” With some watery laughs, the three of you collapse on the bed, maneuvering into a pile of limbs and wings.

Propping yourself up on your stomach in between them, you flush bright red as Steve begins to lean in. He pauses, inches away as Bucky wraps an arm over you and onto him.

“Can I?” the blond asks. Instead of answering, you close the gap. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away and blushing. “I…” He takes a deep inhale. “I love you, too.”

“Wasn’t that your first kiss, Stevie?” Bucky teases. He rolls his eyes, shoving him lightly in the face. “Well, come here.”

The two stretch past you to kiss, and as forbidden as it would’ve been considered all that time ago, now, it just seems right. When they part, Bucky turns to you, pulling you in with a shaky exhale of “Love you”.

It feels like the stars aligned just for you three. They peek through the clouds as the moon casts a silvery glow on your skin.

“Where do we go from here?” Steve asks.

You hum, giddy beyond belief. “Does it matter? I don’t know, and I honestly don’t know if I care.” You all laugh, burrowing under the blankets and curling in closer than you’d ever dare before.

“As far as I’m concerned, we deserve whatever we want after all that shit,” Bucky mumbles, peppering kisses on the top of your head. Following suit, Steve takes your hand in his, rubbing small circles in your palm. The touch makes your eyes flutter shut, wings twitching as sleep becomes all the more alluring.

“I second that,” you manage, blinking hazily without a care in the world. “I think we’ve earned a break.” Even with everything that happened with HYDRA, all of the harm you caused, you were willing to lay down your troubles for one night of peace.

Steve huffs lightly. “Yeah, like we’re gonna get that. That deal Tony made today? With… Ross.” He says the name with burning contempt. “Was that you two got out in exchange for the trials starting this week.”

After a moment of consideration, Bucky moves on to running his hands through your feathers. “We’ll work through it. However we do it, we’ll do it together.”

A small smile, before you whisper that phrase.

“‘Til the end of the line.”

Two voices whisper it back.

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You wake up from the most restful sleep you’ve ever had as the sun peeks through the curtains.

Did last night actually happen? You glance up to where Steve’s slowly blinking awake. He lazily leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, and you chuckle lightly.

“You have the dumbest grin on your face right now,” he whispers. You only grin bigger.

“Wasn’t sure if I dreamt last night,” you say. “It was nice to get some confirmation.”

From the other side of you, Bucky mumbles. “I’d be glad to give you more confirmation.” Rolling your eyes, you oblige, kissing him as well before yanking the blankets up again.

“I don’t mean to jump the gun, but what do we tell the team?” the blond asks, scooting closer than should be possible.

You frown. “Well, is… this… seen as okay?” Queer relationships were more than unacceptable in the 40s, even more so polyamorous ones. Not to mention interracial relationships were condemned as well. This was breaking all of the rules in the book. Damn the book, for all you cared.

“Pretty much. There’s still assholes, but…” Steve trails off, before lighting up. “I forgot to tell you, shit.”

Bucky reaches over, taking his hand with a knowing grin. “Yeah?”

“They legalized gay marriage a little while back,” he hums. You let out a shaky sigh. Seventy years. It took seventy years, but you’ll take it.

You squint as the sun angles into your eyes. Instead of words, you tuck your head into his chest to hide from the light.

“How ‘bout we keep this our secret for now,” Bucky suggests. “We can tell them later, but… I won’t lie and say I’m not enjoying keeping you two to myself.”

You giggle, a light, unfamiliar sound from you, and eye the ex-Sergeant.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound a bit jealous, Barnes.” He shrugs. The sound of shuffling footsteps in the hallway reminds you that, eventually, you have to leave the safe space of Steve’s room.

The three of you begin to roll from the bed, and you extend your wings as you stretch in the morning light. When you turn around, Steve’s watching with a content look on his face. You raise a brow.

“What’re you looking at?” you quip. He doesn’t stop staring.

“Nothing. Just glad I can finally tell you how pretty you look.” You blush bright red and run a hand on the back of your neck.

“Feeling sappy?” you ask. He shrugs.

Tugging on a shirt, he throws you a charming smile. Damn him. “Only for you two, ange [angel].”

“I heard that,” Bucky’s voice calls from the bathroom.

“You’re not the only one who can pull the bilingual pet names, jerk,” Steve calls back. You laugh at the exchange, stepping into a low-back tank top.

“Alright, play nice,” you chide. “Let’s go downstairs before they start getting worried.”

Making your way to the kitchen ends up going far too fast, and you reluctantly part hands as you greet the team.

Nat and Wanda are the only ones who notice that something's up. They exchange a glance, but say nothing as the three of you cast lovesick stares at one another.

“Ah, the Three Musketeers finally got out of bed?” Tony asks. He grins, pointing to the counter. “Scott made waffles.”

“They’re surprisingly good,” Clint confirms, causing the Ant-Man to frown.

Tony pauses. “The trial starts today. This afternoon.”

You, Steve, and Bucky glance at each other.

“Isn’t that sooner than we expected?” the blond asks.

Stark sighs, massaging his temples. “Yes, but Ross isn’t wasting any time. We gotta go with the deal.”

You nod.

“My lawyers are the best in the country, but this isn’t gonna be easy.” The billionaire seems almost worried for you. “Just… you’re gonna have to talk about what happened.”

“In HYDRA.”

Your mind is more than happy to provide dozens of memories. Experiments and needles, cold cells, and even colder food. Agents grabbing at you and dragging you away from Bucky, or the Winter Soldier, to be more accurate.

The deaths you caused. The innocent civilians that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It didn’t matter to you who you killed. Just that you stayed an anonymous killer.

“(Y/N).” You hum, not really acknowledging the call of your name.

What would you have done if all of you had survived? You probably would’ve lived a happy life, eventually confessed to your boys, and died with the biggest secret of your lives buried where the historians would never find it.

But Steve wouldn’t have the permanent worry line etched between his brows, Bucky wouldn’t have the countless scars surrounding his metal arm, and you…

Your wings feel heavier than usual. So do your hands.

“(Y/N)!” When you snap back to the present, the lights are unusually bright.

“Shit,” you mumble, reeling in your powers before you explode a bulb. “Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your boys are next to you in a heartbeat. “You’re alright, we just need to ease into… thinking about it,” Bucky mutters. “It’ll provide the evidence we need, though.”

Steve nods. “This is our best chance to get the public back on our side after the whole deal in Germany, too.”

It was no secret that the public opinion on the Avengers had been tainted after their little “Civil War”, as the press called it. Some sided with Steve, others with Tony, and some just thought the whole mess was stupid.

The genius claps. “Well, let’s suit up.”

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Suiting up ended up meaning pulling on a custom-tailored dress shirt, blazer, and pants. When you questioned where the clothes came from, Steve confessed that he’d told Tony about your preference for pants.

Not that you were complaining. The suit fit perfectly, and the gold buttons were a nice touch. Bucky tugged on gloves, successfully concealing his metal arm. But there was nothing to hide your wings.

You frown in the mirror. They loom, like some dark reminder of what you’d done. They’d be the focus of the public. You know they will be.

Carefully running your hand along one wing, you pick at the tips of the feather.

Bucky steps into view in the mirror, turning you away from it and extending a hand, before jerking it back. You take his left hand anyway, giving it a light squeeze that he can’t really feel but means the world to him despite that.

“You ready?” he asks. You shrug.

“Not like we’ve got any other options.” He hums. “I’m done running.”

Steve finishes tying his tie and joins you two, checking his new watch with a heavy sigh. “We’ve got ten minutes until we go.” He takes your hands. “Will you guys be okay?”

You nod. You’ll make it through alright. Even if it sucks.

“I wish there was a way to hide my wings,” you whisper, reluctant to even admit it.

They both shake their heads, and Bucky leans into you. “They’re gorgeous, doll. Remind me of that one bird we saw downtown the other day.”

You pause, considering the statement. “James, did you just compare me to a pigeon?”

“A very pretty pigeon,” he adds, eyes closed contentedly.

Steve chuckles. “The prettiest.”

After a while, you part, hurrying down to the garage and stepping into the most high-tech bus you’ve ever seen. It’s spacious enough that your wings don’t hit anyone in the face as you climb in, and the tinted windows provide some privacy.

Everyone’s dressed to the nines, even Peter, who’s just going as a representative of his secret identity. Yet despite the pressed shirts and gold jewelry, no one’s very talkative.

It’s a quiet and nervous bus ride into Manhatten, but the silence is broken by Tony as the bus slows to a stop in front of the courthouse.

“Alright, folks. Remember: no talking to the press, no shit-talking. Let my team do their job and get us out of this mess with our heads,” he says, checking a screen projected from his watch. “Go break some eggs.”

You, Steve, and Bucky step out first, and the paparazzi roar to life. People push against the barrier gates and police holding them back, some screaming obscenities and others casting pitying looks as you pass.

But you keep your head level, taking Steve’s hand as Bucky does the same, and ascend the steps into the building.

A woman is waiting as the team filters in and guides you down winding hallways to a set of grand doors. The men guarding the entrance open them for you, revealing the largest courtroom you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She leads you to a bench at the front with the lower panel of the back taken out to accommodate your wings. There, you, Bucky, Steve, and Tony sit. The rest of the group sits behind you. The latter’s lawyers arrive soon after, taking their places and speaking in hushed tones.

They come over to you all, asking questions that they note down your answers to, comparing them to their files, and thanking you for your cooperation. They hurry away just as quickly when Ross and his ensemble arrive, taking their own seats.

Then follows the judge, jury, and dozens of men and women carrying cameras and notepads. Cameras flash and you can’t help but wonder what’s so interesting that they need 50 identical pictures of.

Once the judge announces the court to be in session, everything begins to fly by. They ask you to swear your honesty and you do, ignoring the clicks and flashes coming from behind you.

You don’t understand much of the terminology the lawyers toss around, or why Ross keeps insisting on calling people to the stand. Whoever they are, you’re really hoping they weren’t a previous target of HYDRA.

A part of you knows they won’t be any of your targets. You killed all of them without fail. No mistakes, no witnesses.

You sit patiently, trying your best not to look nervous as your heart sinks with every nod Ross receives. Eventually, a break comes, and Tony’s team gives you an overview of what’s happening now.

This was the first of a handful of trials. The next one, two days from now, will require for you and Bucky to testify separately about your time in HYDRA.

They say they need detail. And complete transparency.

Both of you agree. Even if it sends waves of nausea through your body.

After the break, the judge announces that the trial will proceed on the set date and dismisses you all. You pass Ross as the team leaves, and he casts a dirty look at you.

You say nothing, just move on.

The crowd has grown since you got here, and are now trying even harder to pass the barriers. One man with an American flag attempts to jump the gate, but is stopped before he can get too close.

Nonetheless, you flinch away as he screams and spits, wings twitching nervously. Your voice is caught in your throat. You couldn’t respond to the journalists even if you wanted to.

You squeeze back on the bus, ignoring the shouting that grows louder just outside. They all want answers to invasive, prying questions that you honestly can’t answer. You don’t know what kind of funding HYDRA received, or what economic declines you were responsible for.

All you know is who you hurt and how you did it. Nothing else mattered to you when you were like that.

Taking Bucky’s hand without anyone else noticing, you lean your head on Steve’s shoulder as you close your eyes. You don’t want to sleep, no. Just take a moment and block out everything else.

Your boys follow suit. Bucky leans against you and Steve rests his head on top of yours. Not the most comfortable position, but definitely the most comforting.

Meanwhile, Nat nudges Wanda. While, sure, your closeness could just be platonic, she knows better. The way your wings have finally relaxed and slumped over the low back of the seat, How Barnes is finally letting some of that tension out of his shoulders.

“Are you picking up anything?” She waves a finger at the three of you. The younger girl shakes her head.

“No,” she whispers, tilting her head. “But they seem more… content. Not dancing around each other.”

The redhead gives her signature “you’re not wrong” head nod before grinning. “You think they finally told each other?”

Wanda’s small grin tells it all. “The other night, their thoughts were all over the place.” No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t avoid hearing some louder thoughts. “Then they went calm, and it was just… happy,” she sighs wistfully.

“You know, if you just talk to Vision-” She cuts off the assassin, shushing her as the android remains oblivious.

You don’t notice the girls either, simply nodding off until the bus finally pulls into the compound. As the three of you emerge from the bus, you glance at the time. 7:26. Not nearly late enough to make poor excuses to run off to bed. AKA, you won’t be getting alone time soon enough.

Especially when Peter starts begging for a team movie night. And who are you to deny him? He seems so excited to organize it, sending certain groups to fetch pillows, make food, or pick some movie options.

Once sufficient snacks and blankets are acquired, you sprawl onto a loveseat stomach-first, tossing your feet and legs across Steve’s lap as Bucky takes the floor between you.

One of your wings droops, grazing the floor, while the other folds atop your back to avoid getting squished by the cushions.

Your boys begin to preen the stray feathers, careful not to pinch the skin as they work.

The movie starts, something that Peter calls Star Wars and immediately begins rambling about. You try to pay attention, you really do, but Bucky hits a specific spot on your wings and suddenly you’re zoning out and growing more tired by the second.

You figure the constant fatigue that follows you is a side effect of years of sleep followed by weeks of work. Not that you consider that now.

Your mind is basically putty as your boys work, the movie playing along in the background as you hum to approve or veto where they scratch.

Some high-pitched beeps come from the movie, and you try to focus on the small robot-thing that spins around. Your attention slips far too easily, though, right back to the way Steve’s moved on to scratching the spot in between your wings and is slowly working his way to the small of your back.

You hum, satisfied.

“Oh, so you let them mess with your wings?” Sam jokes, throwing popcorn at Bucky, who smacks it away mid-air.

He huffs. “You’d probably yank out a feather on accident, idiot.”

The man rolls his eyes with a smile. “I know they’re extra sensitive, but they look soft as hell.”

Sitting up a bit and stretching, you shrug. Extending one wing out, you gesture to it.

“You can feel it, just don’t make it a regular thing,” you smile. Sam grins, joking nature cooling as he achieves his goal. To push your comfort zone just the slightest. Sometimes you forget just how smart he is.

He still gawks when his hand makes contact with the downy feathers, flopping back on the couch in disbelief.

“Not fair,” he mutters. “You’ve got a goddamn portable blanket.”

Peter shushes him, groaning about how he’s gonna miss his favorite part of the movie. You all oblige, quieting down as you return to your spot.

Steve leans to whisper in your ear. “You did good.”

“What?”

“A month ago, you wouldn’t even have thought about letting anyone near your wings. Now?” He tilts his head pointedly. “Plus, Buck’s getting more comfortable not hiding his metal arm.” At the nickname, Bucky looks up to you two and joins you on the cramped loveseat.

“I’m just saying, I’m proud of you two.”

The praise melts you. And as the movie continues and popcorn gets thrown, you can’t help but be proud of yourself, too.

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #like the dawn #steve rogers x winged!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve x bucky x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x winged reader #bucky x winged!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 years

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But the bike accident though… that’s very creepy to see in comparison the the Buck Begins episode with him falling off of Daniels bike 🥺🥺🥺

There’s definitely an underlying theme that has to do with Buck and bicycles. I think it’s important to note that Buck has had two very specific instances where he was hurt because of a bicycle/motorcycle. And both times, brought significant changes in Buck’s life and how he viewed love.

Because in Buck Begins, we saw a younger Evan riding his brothers bicycle and then falling off of it. He scraped his knee and was worried about his parents being upset with him. Now if we remember his conversation with Maddie, he is worrying over his parents being mad at him. Maddie reassures him by saying, “Sometimes people do that when they care too much. They overreact and they feel bad about it later.”

That was then confirmed by their father when Phillip suggested they go get a new bike and ice cream. Evan was shocked and he told Maddie in disbelief, “Really not mad!” To which she responded with, “Told you, it’s just what happens when they worry.” His little “Yeah” was the beginning of him putting himself in dangerous situations that would end with him getting hurt. Because he understood that the only time his parents weren’t angry with him or showed any kind of concern/love, was when he was hurt. So that was the kickstart of his little daredevil ways. Which defined him tremendously and made him become who he was. He was constantly getting himself into those situations without regard to his well-being because he was craving that parental love he so lacked.

Then when he was a little bit older and he crashed his motorcycle, it was the beginning of another phase in Evan’s life. A motorcycle isn’t necessarily the same as a bicycle but it’s close. Once again, he purposefully crashed his motorcycle because he was overcome with all of those depressing emotions. He then ended up seeking comfort with his sister, the only source of love he has ever known. When he went back home, he had his mother yell at him, “You think you’re industructable, but you’re not.” He fled his childhood home and the parents who never really loved him because his sister saved him. She literally gave him her Jeep and some money and basically gave him his freedom. That was the beginning of the part of his life where he mainly spent years alone, searching for love in other places. He never got it at home, so instead of hurting himself in other places, he tried to attain it by sexual intimacy. He was still lost and still looking for a place to belong and all that was a result of his second bike crash.

Now here’s why I think this last one is very important. I don’t know whether or not him riding the bike in front of the car is fully intentional or not. It can be intentional in the sense where that’s what he’s used to. I mean he’s known for being reckless and selfless and down for dangerous stuff. But he’s also very loving and wouldn’t want any of his family members to be hurt. So I can see Buck subconsciously chasing the car with Chimney in it and sort of sacrificing himself in the hope that it saves Chim. But I say this because I don’t think he really goes into it thinking that he’s gonna get hit because better him than Chimney. I say this because of Eddie’s whole, “You think you’re expendable. But you’re wrong.” That is so different to what his mother said to him ages ago. And I like to think Eddie’s words somewhat resonated with him a bit. So I don’t think Buck would willingly put himself at severe risk like that on purpose. I think he ends up in a bad situation while trying to do his job.

Now why am I rambling this long? Because like I mentioned, after every crash he’s had with the bike, something has changed in his life. The first time he knew what he needed to do to gain his parents love. The second time he spent looking for love in any place he could find it. Now, if this third time is in fact a crash, I think it’s gonna eventually lead to Buck finding the one thing he’s been searching for his entire life, true love. I think this is going to be a significant event that changes things for Buck and Eddie’s relationship. Whether he gets hit or not, the mere idea of the situation is going to be a traumatic experience for Eddie. Especially since we know about his little conversation in the hospital during his will reveal. Now we don’t know exactly how Eddie will react, but I do know that something will change after this third bike incident. My hope is that if Buck is indeed hit, that it makes Eddie realize life is short and tomorrow really isn’t promised to anyone. So while he helps Buck recover and solidifies himself as his main support system, that it will eventually lead to them getting together. Same goes for Buck realizing that he shouldn’t be quick to throw himself into these kind of situations because he does have a family who loves him and want him to come home. And that maybe the love he’s been searching for his whole life has been in front of him for years now. He’s standing next to him and he loves him for who he is. He’s the one person who loves Buck unconditionally and has stayed by his side. He doesn’t need to put himself in any danger to get the love that Eddie gives him.

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