#JOOF1000challenge

[gotnofucks]

His Responsibility

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: When you’re pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not.

Words: 3.4k

Warning: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy, age gap (reader is in 20s), 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my slightly late entry for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ 1000 followers challenge. Congratulations Lucy, you beautiful, absolutely breathtaking soul. I love you so much! The prompt has been bolded.

The crook of your elbow still throbbed as you drove away from the labs, having just given a blood sample. Jacob was supposed to be with you but like every other time, he had bailed out. Seeing no other option, you changed your path and turned towards the Barber house, hoping to find answers there.

You hesitated a moment before getting out and ringing the bell, nervously twisting the hem of your t-shirt. Sweat and tears were threatening to spill over and you hastily blinked while wiping at your hairline, ringing the bell again. You straighten once the door was swung open, coming face to face with Andy Barber.

His mouth opened in surprise, eyes taking in your bothered appearance. Softly saying your name in question, he moved aside to let you in, frowning at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to start bawling. Everything about your life was spiraling out of your control and you needed to talk before things went worse. Before you could speak however, you heard footsteps behind you and saw Jacob come down the stairs, looking outraged at seeing you in his house.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He rudely snapped and your eyes narrowed. What had ever possessed you to date this bastard?

“Jacob!” Andy scolded, “that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend.”

You scoffed as Jacob rolled his eyes. You’d broken up nearly a month ago, and while he’d been desperate to have you back at first, now he only went about telling anyone who’d listen what a sanctimonious bitch you were.

“We broke up dad.” Jacob said. “What are you doing here? You didn’t really think I’ll take you back, did you?”

Your fingers curled into a fist, a sneer curling on your lips as you glared at him. You wouldn’t touch this piece of shit with a ten feet pole.

“Take me back? I broke up with you, asswipe.” You snapped. “And anyway, I am not here for you. I need to speak with Mr. Barber.”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed suspiciously while Andy’s frown deepened, his gaze questioningly fixed on you.

“What about?” Jacob asked, crossing his arms across his chest. You noted with wry amusement how pathetic he looked next to his father who was watching your interaction with displeasure. Andy and you and had always gotten along well, and even before you broke up, you often wondered how such a man raised a dick like Jacob.

“None of your fucking business. Mr. Barber, can we please talk?” You asked, addressing Andy. He motioned you towards the direction of his study and you made your way there, trying not to pay attention to Jacob’s protests as he and Andy argued. You sat in Andy’s study, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants. You were scared, angry and humiliated but Andy was your last hope.

He came in a couple minutes later, shutting the door after him and taking the seat across from you. Andy looked at you kindly, giving you a small smile that reminded you of how often he had sided with you over his son in previous arguments. You could talk to him. He would understand.

“Please, don’t judge me.” You pleaded and saw him roll his eyes. After everything that you knew happened to their family, Andy Barber is the last person who’d ever judge anyone.

“Don’t insult me by saying that.” He chided. “You can talk to me freely.”

You took a deep breath before reaching inside your bag and pulling out the pregnancy test. Two pink lines glared back at you, and once you passed it on to Andy, his eyes widened. He looked from the small stick to you, twice, blinking in surprise.

“Jacob?” He asked and you nodded.

You’d told him you missed your period last week and got a positive result but he neither answered your texts nor call you back. After three days of silence, you’d finally managed to get him to agree to accompany you for a blood test, but he had been a no show today as well.

“I don’t know what to do.” You admitted, shoulders slumping down in defeat. A baby didn’t fit any of your current plans and you were shit scared of how your parents would react. It didn’t help that the father of the baby didn’t look like someone who would help you shoulder the responsibility.

“Does he know?” Andy asked, rolling the stick in his hands. His voice had gone hard, but you knew it was mostly directed at his careless son than you.

“I told him. He was supposed to come with me to the hospital today. I waited for over an hour.” You said. You jumped when Andy’s hand slammed against the table suddenly, body leaned forward as he fixed you with a terribly furious gaze.

“Hospital?” He questioned, gaze accusing and you reeled back, raising your hand. You understood what he was implying, and though he didn’t have any say in it, you didn’t comment on his reaction.

“I went for a formal blood test. Sometimes these tests can be faulty.” You explained and watched Andy slump back in his chair, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. There was silence until he sighed deeply, folding his hands and leaning his elbows on the table.

“I am sorry.” He apologized. “About myself and my son. He’s a nasty piece of shit.”

You cracked a small smile, sharing an amused look with Andy until you started chuckling. That chuckle turned to a laugh, and your body vibrated as you lost all control. You laughed, you laughed until it turned into a sob and then a wail, helpless cries leaving your mouth with seemingly no end. Tears made their way down your eyes and into your open mouth, coating your tongue in bitter saltiness and you were suddenly in Andy’s arm, cradled to his chest where he held you tight.

He rocked your sobbing body slowly, patting your back and head as you wet his shirt with your snot and tears. Your helplessness and fear about what the future held had you snapping, and you let out your sorrows in the arms of the man who sired the reason for all your problems.

You may have cried for a few minutes or hours, you didn’t know. But Andy didn’t push you away, holding you until the last of your sniffles disappeared and you were able to breath normally. Mortified, your cheeks burning with heat and humiliation you raised your head from his chest to meet his eyes, watery gaze meeting a kind and concerned one.

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, embarrassed at having lost control like this.

A rough hand wiped at the wet tear tracks on your face, gentle and soft as he finally turned your chin up again.

“Don’t be. You deserve a breakdown.” Andy said, smiling softly at you. He slowly moved away and took his own seat, passing you a glass of water and not speaking until you’d taken a few sips. “Who else knows?”

“Just you for now. My parents…they aren’t exactly going to be supportive about this.” You answered, looking down. Your conservative family will either have you disowned or in an arranged marriage within a week.

When Andy spoke your name, you saw him conflicted. The lines in his forehead were deepened, unsure as to what to say to you.

“Do you want me to talk to Jacob? Because I assure you, he’ll take the responsibility. I’ll make him do it.” He promised you.

“At this point, I think my life would be better off without him. I am just here to discuss options with you.” You said and Andy frowned again.

“You wanna get rid of it?” He gruffly questioned, jaw clenched. You held in your frustration, allowing him to have his own opinions.

“No” You said, “I just wanna know my rights. I want to know that my position at the university and work will not be compromised. I want to know about child support and the laws that protect me. I need advice Mr. Barber. If I will bring a life into this world, I want to be prepared for it. I may have made a lot of bad decisions, but I refuse to be a bad mother.”

Andy looked at you as if looking at you for the first time. You saw him process your words until he slowly nodded, not looking away from you.

“I’ll help you. Give me a few days, I’ll compile all that you need.”

You were just about to sleep when you heard the knocking. Putting a robe over your t-shirt and shorts you went to answer the door, surprised when it was Andy. It had been three days since your talk, and you were to pick your blood reports the following morning.

“Mr. Barber” You greeted, letting him in. Why was he here so late?

“We need to talk.” Andy said, taking a seat on your couch. You bit your lip as you sat near him, wondering what had him looking so serious.

“I spoke to Jacob. He refused to take any responsibility. I am sorry I raised a jackass who won’t step in.” Andy said and you pursed your lips, not in the least bit surprised. You’d already gathered that Jacob was a fucking jerk, and you’d rather your kid have no dad than a deadbeat one.

“You don’t need to apologize Mr. Barber, it is not your fault.” You assured Andy.

“Please, call me Andy. I want you to know that if Jake won’t step in, I will. I will take care of you.” Andy promised and you blinked before shaking your head.

“I – Andy, that’s really sweet of you. But outside of legal advice I don’t need any help. I am a strong woman. I can take care of myself and my kid. Also, no offense, but I don’t want my kid too close to his father’s side and then have them wonder why dad doesn’t love them.” You said.

Andy regarded you slowly, a hand rubbing his beard before he rested back against the couch.

“No.” He said firmly.

“No?” You asked, confused. What did he mean no?

“Don’t ever say anything like that ever again. That child, they are a Barber. You’re not taking them away from me.” Andy said, fixing you with his deep blue eyes. You mouth parted in shock, a hazy sort of disbelief clouding your vision.

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, looking at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“That child will not grow up without a father. If Jake won’t claim them, I will. They have my blood in their veins too.” Andy said.

He was speaking, but he made no sense. You looked at him, not taking in a word he said. The only thing you focused on was how Andy had inched closer to you, sitting right next to you until your thighs touched. You blinked before quickly getting up to move away when Andy grabbed your hand and pulled you down beside him again.

“Andy! Let me go!” You cried, hitting against his shoulder. He didn’t move away, instead, he placed his other hand on your tummy, gently feeling.

“This is my kid inside you now. No one will know it’s Jake’s. I am your baby daddy.” Andy announced and before you knew it, his lips had enveloped yours, kissing you deep and hard. You struggled in his hold, panic making you trash as tears ran down your face. You pushed until Andy pulled away, holding you tight by your waist.

“Please, let me go.” You sobbed, uncomprehending of how things had gotten so out of hand.

“No. We will make sure this kid is mine. After tonight, no one will doubt their parentage.” He said and stood up, pulling your resisting body with him towards your bedroom. He more or less dragged you inside, locking the door and throwing you on your bed.

You crawled away from him, clutching your robe tight in fear as he came closer. His blue eyes had gotten darker, and you couldn’t look away as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Please, don’t do this. Why are you doing this?” You begged, body trembling as he came closer. You shifted away but Andy dragged you back by your ankle, holding your body down with his weight as his hands came to remove your clothes.

“I’m making our relationship legit. I am giving myself a new chance at family with a perfect mother who will raise a good kid with me.” He said, kissing you again. Your robe slipped away, and Andy’s hands went under your t-shirt, racing up to cup your tits. He groaned in your mouth, tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.

“No. You can’t do this.” You said, crying harder when his lips went from your jaw to your neck, kissing sweetly. His beard scratched against your skin, hands pinned underneath his massive body as he vowed to claim you and your kid.

“I can. I can do this, and you can’t stop me.” He whispered hotly in your ear, fighting your t-shirt off your wiggling body. Your bare chest met cold air, and soon enough your nipples were enveloped with the warmth of Andy’s mouth. He suckled gently, then harder, biting then soothing the sting with his tongue.

“These tits now belong to me.” He said, moving over to lavish is attention to the other breast before dipping lower to pepper kisses over your stomach. “Don’t worry little one, daddy is here. You’ll always have a father in me.”

You grew tired as your limbs hurt, your pathetic hits doing nothing to Andy. He seemed not to notice your cries or pleas, his nose nudging against your covered mound. You made one last effort to fight, kicking out your legs to push him away but Andy caught them, turning you on your side and delivering a sharp slap to your backside that had you gasping in pain and shock.

“Don’t be a fucking brat. You have to be a good mother to our child. You need to learn obedience to teach obedience.” He scolded you, pulling down your shorts and panties in a quick move. You sagged helplessly, not fighting anymore as Andy stripped off his own clothes. Any other day you would have appreciated how good he looked for a man his age, but now all you registered was how huge and strong he was, how easily he could overpower you.

He pulled your legs apart, baring your pussy to his hungry eyes. To your mortification, your folds were wet with slick, the curls on your mound glistening with the evidence of your arousal. You hid your face in embarrassment, unable to watch as Andy placed a kiss on the hood of your clit.

“Beautiful” He said breathlessly. “Absolutely gorgeous. Jacob never deserved you. He wouldn’t know how to handle a girl like you.”

With the first contact of his tongue, you bit your lip to stifle your moans. No man had eaten you with such passion before, as if you were a feast prepared for a man starved for years. Andy took his time exploring your pussy, opening you up like a flower before nudging his tongue in every fold, every crevice of you. He slurped and sucked, using his lips and tongue and teeth with such precision that you didn’t realize you were howling openly in the air now.

He eased one finger inside your entrance, lips pulling at your hard nub in a way that shot tingles up your spine. You fisted the bedsheet, twisting this way and that, unknowingly thrusting your pelvis in Andy’s face who could feel you were close.

“Let go darling,” He urged, “let go for me. Cum!”

You snapped, your back arching as you spilled around his finger that was clamped tightly in your velvet heat, his mouth greedily collecting all the moisture with relish. Pleasure left you lethargic and you didn’t react as Andy crawled up your body, kissing you while he coated his huge tool in your juices.

“Andy” You softly whispered, falling into a daze as he entered you slowly. Your still pulsing channel was snug against his cock, the hair at his base rubbing deliciously against your clit. He was way larger than his son and you felt full in a way you had never before.

“Your pussy belongs to me. You belong to me from now.” He promised, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He made your feel every ridge of his cock that rubbed against your spongy walls, he had you giving a high pitch screech every time he hit bottom. The mattress under you bounced with the movements of your body and your hands found themselves around Andy’s neck.

“I just want to be a good mother. I didn’t ask you for this.” You said, unable to keep your moans inside as he went faster.

“You need a strong man who will give you a family. Our kid will grow in a house of love. I will love you both and so will you.”

You tensed as he teased your clit, twiddling it with his thumb as he hit harder and deeper. His eyes were fixed at your entrance, watching enthralled as he went in and out of your body. The sounds of slapping skin and squelching fluid that dribbled down from your cunt to the bedsheet echoed around the room, and soon, you were falling again. You came with Andy’s name on your lips, both a curse and a prayer as you felt him groan and twitch inside you.

His warm cum painted your walls, marking you as his. He stayed in for sometime, holding you possessively close to his sweaty body until you were sure you smelt like him. He pulled out, appreciating how him cum flowed out of your abused hole and he smiled. Softly kissing your forehead, he gathered you in his arms and pulled a sheet over your slightly trembling frame, soothing you with gentle caresses.

“I knew it the moment he brought you home to meet me for the first time. You were too good for him. He never loved you right, never treated you like the princess you were. But now I’ve got you. You’ll wake up to coffee and breakfast and lazy kisses in bed, you’ll come home to a comfortable house and a dick that will give you a show of heaven. I’ll love you like you deserve to be loved. With reverence and devotion.”

He left you, coming back to clean the mess between your legs gently. He fed you himself, wiping every tear with a kiss until you stopped crying all together. Looking at him, the man who had violated your trust and body with equal parts of force and love, you wondered for a moment how drastically your life would change now.

You did not want him to accompany you inside, but he did. He snatched your report from your hand, keeping a hold over your waist until you went back to the car. Sitting beside you on the driver’s side, he tore open the envelope and pulled out your blood report, falling backward with a long sigh.

“What? What is it?” You asked, quickly taking it from his hands and reading. The paper crinkled as your fingers dug in it, tears of pain building in your eyes.

Negative

Not pregnant

It had all been for nothing. You didn’t have the Barber’s heir inside you and last night Andy had taken you by force for nothing. You crushed the report, wiping at your eyes and found his gaze on you.

“You fucked me for nothing.” You spat acidly, frustration and pain clawing at your heart. “I am not pregnant. And I am going.”

Before you had ever turned to open the door, Andy was pulling you roughly to himself, hauling your struggling body over his lap.

“You’re not going anywhere darling. You’re mine now. I’m not pathetic like my son. Unlike him, I will put a baby in you.” He growled in your ear, kissing a hot trail against your neck. You shook your head, looking at him in disbelief.

“But – but I’m not pregnant.” You said again, hoping he’ll understand.

“I know baby” He cooed, “but soon enough, you will be. Let’s go home and make it happen.”

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[stardustedangel]

Take The Compliment Before I Make You

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pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count || 1k

summary || you’d taken a liking to bucky the moment you met him and after a case of word vomit you took every moment you were with him to show him how amazing you thought he was

warnings || fluff...just fluff hehe

author’s note || this is my fic for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl’s 1000 followers challenge!! prompts: “you have to stop doing this.” “i meant that as a compliment so deal with it.” muah!! love you lucy and congrats again!! ; do not repost my work

*gif does not belong to me*

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How did you do it? How did you manage to turn and twist something that Bucky hated so much into something that made his cheeks warm up with each sweet thought you told him. It never failed to amaze him and anyone else around that you could make Bucky flustered with such sweet comments that pulled on his heartstrings. Sweet comments about his arm.

It was no secret that Bucky wasn’t fond of his arm and even the feeling of hate would float through his mind at the mention of his arm and what he’s done with it. But for some reason, anytime you talked about it he could only send you shy smiles with playful shoves telling you to stop. He didn’t always react that way though. In fact, it took him a little bit before he could fully appreciate the compliments that you threw his way.

Bucky could remember the first time you spoke about his arm. It was a normal morning in the compound when the two of you were in the kitchen. You’ve been on the team for only a few months and that being said, had only had a few conversations with Bucky one on one. You’ve been looking for excuses to make conversation with Bucky and today you did. He’d been making the both of you coffee while you exchanged few words about the previous mission that you both had been on. When the coffee was finally finished and he passed you your mug his fingers lingered a little on yours. You gasped a little and looked up to Bucky with bright, curious eyes.

“Your hands are so cold,” you said with a lift to your voice. The cold metal felt so nice on your skin and at that moment all you wanted to do was hold Bucky’s hand.

Bucky on the other hand was taken aback. When you had called his hand cold he looked too deeply into it—feeling as though ‘cold’ was your way of discussing your distaste for his arm passively.

When you finally studied Bucky’s face at the moment yours dropped when you could see the slight sadness behind his eyes. You’d known he was slightly sensitive about his arm, and you being a borderline stranger clearly didn’t help, and mentally slapped yourself upside the head at your word vomit. You made quick work to fix what you had done.

“Not like that! I meant the metal! It’s cold and felt nice when I felt it. I didn’t mean anything bad. I’m sorry Bucky.”

You saw Bucky’s face soften drastically, but he made no moves to talk to you. After a few seconds too long, you turned to leave the kitchen but didn’t make it a step away before you felt the encasing of metal close around your wrist. The same chills you felt before you felt again and you looked at Bucky with slightly furrowed brows. He looked to the ground for a split second before meeting your eyes again.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.”

Bucky offered you a small smile before his grasp left your wrist and he walked away with his mug in hand. You watched as he walked away and felt the butterflies in your stomach settle. At that moment you made it your mission to compliment Bucky at any time you could, especially about his arm, so he could see how special and amazing he truly was.

That’s how things went on for the next couple of months as the two of you grew closer. Whenever it was just you and Bucky you would throw borderline flirtatious comments towards Bucky about small things that you loved about him—his hair, how good he was during training, his smile that you told him lit up a room, and his arm. You made that a big point when you complimented him. Always telling him over and over again every single thing that you loved about his arm.

“I love it, Buck! It’s just strong and pretty and it feels so nice!” You brought Bucky’s hand that you were previously flailing around to rest on your cheek as you sighed dramatically at the cool feeling. You could tell Bucky was going to deny your claim so you quickly spoke out, “Take the compliment before I make you take it.”

All while you were doing this Bucky was looking at you playfully, smiling at your dramatics, but if anyone looked closer they could see the adoring look that his eyes held when they looked at you. Bucky’s eyes softened whenever he looked at you and at this moment there was no difference.

“You have to stop doing this,” Bucky said as he still allowed you to hold his hand against your face.

You looked at Bucky and pouted at him as you moved closer to him to encase his entire arm against you, “What do you mean?”

“You keep talking about my arm, angel. I’ve heard it all,” Bucky chuckled a little as he teasingly swiped his thumb across your cheek from where you were holding his hand. You glared at him slightly before dropping his hand.

“Heard it all, huh? Well, I bet it would hold my well, too. Good support, you know? Have you heard that?”

Before Bucky could even think to open his mouth to speak you spoke again. “I meant that as a compliment so deal with it.”

You then started to walk away from Bucky with your arms crossed across your chest and a playful pep in your step that made Bucky laugh at you. You tried to keep the grin threatening its way onto your face away, but that was no use as Bucky made his way to your side. He started to walk with you and slipped his hand into yours, his smile getting bigger when he felt the way your hand squeezed his.

“I always thought my hand would be great holding yours.”

You looked at him and were met with his gorgeous grin as you both walked side to side by each other. Your eyes shined up at him and you let out a small sigh of relief.

“I thought so, too.”

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[oopsitsstella]

Post Mission Exhaustion

Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: The MCU

This is my entry to @just-one-ordinary-fangirl 1000 followers challenge! Congratulations on the milestone again, Lucy, and I hope you like this!

Y/N let out a deep sigh, closing the front door behind her and dropping her duffle bag to the floor. Her movements were sluggish and slow as she took off her shoes and jacket, and a yawn escaped through her lips.

“Hey.”

Y/N turned her head to the sound, and a smile stretched across her face upon seeing Steve leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked towards her, and Y/N eagerly welcomed his arms wrapping around her.

“Welcome home.” He said, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“Thank you.” Y/N responded quietly, leaning her head against his chest and closing her eyes, relishing in the comfort of Steve’s embrace.

Something bumping against her leg made Y/N move her head from Steve’s chest to look down, and her smile grew seeing their large Bernese Mountain dog Misty looking up at them, wagging her tail. When Y/N crouched down to greet her properly, she was almost tackled by Misty, who was very enthusiastic in welcoming her back home. That was always the case when Y/N or Steve had been away on missions. Misty was a very affectionate dog, and always missed her parents whenever they were away.

“Hi sweet girl.” Y/N chuckled, scratching Misty behind her ears. “Hi, yes, I missed you too.”

A few more moments passed of Y/N petting Misty,but before long, Y/N couldn’t ignore her hunger anymore.

“Okay, that’s enough honey.” said, standing back up. “Mama’s hungry, she needs some food.”

“I would suggest ordering in for dinner tonight, because we don’t have a lot of food in the house. Unless you feel like going to the grocery store.” Steve said, leading Y/N to the living room.

“Yeah, no.” Y/N practically collapsed onto the couch, and Steve sat down next to her. “I don’t want to leave this apartment for at least 12 hours.” She continued, leaning her head against Steve’s shoulder.

“Then what do we want for dinner, my darling? I’ll order anything you want.” Steve said, wrapping one arm around Y/N, and grabbing his phone with the other.

Y/N looked up at the ceiling and sighed, partly in thought and partly from exhaustion, before turning her head to look at Steve. “Pizza?”

“I mean it’s up to you, but I won’t say no to pizza.” Steve said, looking back at her.

“Yeah, pizza.” She decided.

Once the food had been ordered and Steve had put his phone down, Y/N turned in his arms and buried herself further into his side.

“You feeling okay doll?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“I’m okay. Tired, and a little sore, but I’ll be fine.” She assured him.

It was at this moment that Misty hopped onto the couch, laying her head in Y/N’s lap.

“I have the best cuddle buddies in the universe.” Y/N said, making Steve laugh.

“I don’t doubt that.” He said, giving Misty a scratch behind her ear. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

About an hour later, Y/N and Steve were still sitting on the couch, and Misty's head was still laying in Y/N’s lap, but now there were empty food containers on the coffee table, and Robin Hood was playing on the TV.

Just as the movie was coming to an end, Y/N let out a large yawn, making Steve smile down at her.

“I think it’s high time for you to go to bed.” He said, turning off the TV.

“But I’m comfy.” Y/N whined, tightening her arms around Steve’s waist.

“We can be comfy in bed too. Dare I say it’ll be more comfy in bed.” He reasoned, and Y/N sighed out a ‘fine’, and let Steve pull her off the couch.

After both changing into their pajamas, they crawled under the covers, and Y/N turned off the bedside lamp, catching a glimpse of Misty curling up in her bed before the room went dark.

“I want to stay in bed until at least 9:30 tomorrow.” Y/N mumbled, her face buried in the crook of Steve’s neck. “Ideally longer, though.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea, doll.” Steve murmured, not wanting to disturb the peace in the room. “We’ll see how long Misty let’s us sleep before she wants to go for a walk.”

“Well, if there’s one thing that could get me out of bed early tomorrow, it would definitely be spending time with the two of you.”

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[mspufflehuff]

It’s Too Late For That

Pairings:  Steve Rogers x plus size!reader (past relationship), Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader 

Prompt: “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, hm?” This prompt is from @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ 1000 follower challenge. 

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: Implied smut, cheating, lots of angst (for the most part)

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Author’s Note: This is for my entry in @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ challenge. I hope this turned out good as this is my first time writing angst. It has a happy ending for a few people in this fanfic and you can probably guess who for. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it and checks out my other fanfics that aren’t this angsty. Love y’all!! 

"Dearest, didn't you say this was going to be a Christmas party with everyone?" You asked your husband as you picked up some steaks from the front of the deli counter. "I did, doll. Why? Do you think something is wrong?" Your husband asked you, coming up from behind you and setting a hand on your waist. "No. No. I just wasn't sure if we should get steaks or we should bring a dessert for everyone." You thought to yourself, giggling as you felt stubble rub against your cheek. 

"Bucky, that tickles. You need to start using that beard conditioner I got you from my trip to Italy." You kissed his stubbly cheek, smiling happily at him. "Whatever my beautiful wife says." He purred softly and kissed the crown of your head. "Well, if you think we should bring a dessert, you can make that delicious carrot cake you make for me for my birthday," Bucky tells you as he walks over to the shopping cart, a babbling toddler sitting inside the cart. "Ba ba ba!!" The little girl cooed at Bucky as he got closer. "I know, sweetheart!" He leaned down and kissed her nose, agreeing with her babbling. 

"She's a charmer just like her father." You teased Bucky, putting the steaks back on their counter you picked them up from. "Well, let's go get more carrots since I'm gonna make that carrot cake. You have to promise me, Barnes, that you won't eat it before the party." You pointed your finger out to him, giving him a teasing look. "That's gonna be hard, doll. You know how much I love your baking." Bucky smiled, following you with the cart over to the produce section of the store. 

Like you and Bucky, a man in a hoodie, jeans, and sunglasses made his way over to the produce section. You soon reached the carrots and started picking out the larger of the carrots you could find. As you were pulling away to look at the other produce, you heard a soft raspy voice. "Y/N?" You lifted your head up and looked towards the voice. It was the man with the sunglasses you didn't see earlier. "Yes? Is there something I can help you with?" You asked in a questioning tone. The man pulled off his sunglasses and moved the hood off his head. It was Steve. Steve Rogers. Your ex-boyfriend. 

You blinked a few times and looked at him. "Oh… hi Steve. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, hm?" You asked him, tightening your hand around the bag of carrots you held. "Uh… yeah, I guess it has. It's been a few years, right? How have you been? Are you still working with kids?" He asked nervously, watching your face in desperation. "It has. I think about 5 or 6 years. I am still working with kids. I'm actually gonna be moving after Christmas. I got an offer in France to teach children." You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I actually have a kid of my own. Her name is Winnifred. She is turning one before New Year's." 

"Wow… you have a kid… You always talked about having one." Steve smiled softly at the memories of talking about having children together. "What are you doing nowadays?" You asked, tilting your head softly. "I'm drawing and doing art commissions when I'm not on missions." He rubbed the back of his neck, watching your eyes move across his face. "Oh, that's good. I'm glad you got back into drawing-" "Hey doll, I grabbed the powdered sugar since I know you ran out-" Bucky stopped when he saw Steve. "Hey, Steve… long time no see, huh?" Steve looked at Bucky, then you, then at your daughter, who was babbling and reaching for Bucky. 

"Yeah, Buck. So, you two got together?" Steve asked, a little color draining from his face. He couldn't believe his best friend and his ex-girlfriend had gotten together after you two broke up. He talked with Bucky every so often, but Bucky never mentioned who his wife was. It was making sense to Steve now. You were married to Bucky. That's why he slowly stopped going on missions and eventually left the Avengers. "Yeah. We met about a year after we broke up." You told Steve, picking up Winnifred and bouncing her on your hip. "After we hit it off on our first date, we started seeing each other a lot. After about 3 years of dating, he asked me to marry him. I said yes, and then after a year, I found out I was pregnant. Then I had this little angel." You explained to Steve, kissing Winni's nose. 

Bucky came up behind you and rubbed your back. Bucky knew it was hard to talk with Steve after your breakup. "But enough about me. Are you with Janice? Do you have someone waiting for you at home?" You asked, tearing stinging eyes as you looked at Steve. 

*6 years ago* 

"Answer me, Steve!!" You cried out to Steve, tears falling down your face. "Was it worth it? Was she worth it?" You asked softly, falling to your knees on the floor of your shared apartment with Steve. Steve said nothing. He stood there, looking at you. Steve watched you, regretting everything he did to hurt you. He hurt you by sleeping with one of your best friends. You had been gone on a business trip, and while you were gone, your now ex-best friend came over to your house and slept with Steve. You found out after finding clothes and lingerie that was definitely not yours in your closet. 

This was a week after coming back from your business trip. You then asked your best friend, at the time, if she had left some of her underwear at your apartment. She then spilled everything to you over the phone while Steve was gone on a mission. You cried after finding out. You were upset, pissed, confused, and obviously hurt at Steve's actions. So when Steve got back, you let him walk into your shared apartment before you showed him the lingerie. After getting no answer from Steve, you packed all of your stuff and left the apartment, leaving your key with him. You stayed with your mom until you got back on your feet. 

*Now* 

"Uh… no... I don't have anyone waiting for me. I didn't talk to Janice after what we did. After you left, I stopped talking to her. I couldn't see her again after hurting you." He told you, keeping strong so he wouldn't break into tears in front of you. "Ah… well… I hope you find someone, Steve. Well, we need to be going. I have to get dinner cooked and give Winni a bath. It was good seeing you, Steve. Have a nice life." You gave him a tiny smile, putting the carrots you had in your hand in the cart. Bucky told Steve a bye and good seeing him before following you to the checkout counters. 

Steve stood there while you, Bucky, and Winnifred checked out and left the grocery store. He couldn't hold his tears in after you left. You, on the other hand, felt calm and free. You had been trying to find the words to tell Steve for years. So seeing Steve in the store, having the life you've always dreamed of, you were happy. You loved Bucky and Winnifred and thanked whatever god could hear you for giving you this amazing life you had been blessed with. 

You thank Steve for cheating on you. If he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have gotten the life you had now. Even if it took a heartbreak and some healing, you found your true love and had a beautiful angel as your child. 

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makeup running down feelings all around

Makeup running down feelings all around

Paring: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: swearing, yelling, mean Andy for a bit, I think that’s it please let me know if I missed anything <3

Prompt: “because I love you! I love you, okay? There. You got me to say it. Happy?”

a/n: so, this is for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ congratulations on 1000 followers!!!!

You have been Andy Barbers assistant for the past 3 years. You helped him through Jacobs trials and his and Laurie’s divorce. Both of you have been working for the past 3 days only stopping to eat small meals. Its around 9 am when you decide both of you need a decent meal, so you save your file and go to Andy’s office.

“hey Andy, I was about to go get some food, you should probably eat what do you want?”

“no just fucking get out y/n you bother me enough I don’t need you telling me when to eat” he says in a raised voice not yet yelling but almost.

“okay, sorry I’ll- I’ll just go” you say quickly. You go back to your desk and continue working after you order food for yourself. Over the next few hours, you see clients and coworkers walk in and out of Andy’s office, so you decide 12 hours is enough time for him to have calmed down. Or not. You knock softly on the door to his office to offer him more food. You hear a faint “come in” from inside.

You open the door, and he scoffs when he sees you “what do you want?”

“I came to see if you wanted food since you haven’t eaten since yesterday, I just thought.”

“you just thought? You don’t come to me unless I call you okay? Just get out.”

“okay sir, I’m sorry it won’t happen again” you say quietly and go to step out of the room.

“fuck y/n stop wait just stop DAMN IT Y/N will you just stop…please” Andy says or well yells too. “why do you still work here?  You could work anywhere. I give you long hours and don’t treat you like I should. Hell, you could be a lawyer yourself at this point so why do you still work for me?” he practically begs.

“I don’t know what you want me to say Andy.”

“just answer the damn question! Why?”

“because I love you! I love you, okay? There. You got me to say it. Happy?” you run out of his office and down to your car before he could answer.

“y/n wait fuck. Why? He asks quietly “why? Why? Why? I’m fuck I’m not good for you” but he knows your already gone. After sitting in silence for a minute Andy gets out of his chair, his knees screaming in protest from not being used in so long and grabs his keys and goes to the flower shop he knows you like.

When you get home, you walk past you dog instead of giving him the usual energetic greeting and curl up on the couch. Your dog Oreo, realizing you need comfort cuddles up to you looking like a giant speckled cloud.

After about 30 minutes you are lightly sleeping when you hear a knock on your door. Tiredly you unlock your door and see Andy standing in front of you with your favorite flowers. Peonies. “those are expensive flowers” you point out.

“its worth it if they can help you forgive me for being such an asshole.”

Just as you were about to respond you both look down at the sound of a small bark to see Oreo sitting as tall as he could for a short 3-pound puppy.

“I think your dog’s mad at me.”

“well, he’s quite protective.”

You take the flowers from Andy and go to put them in a vase while Andy bends down to try and make friends with the dog “what’s his name?”

“Oreo”

“why Oreo? He does kind of look like one.”

“yeah, but other than that they were my moms favorite treat. I was really close with her.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“its okay she passed almost 12 years ago” you look over and see Oreo asleep in Andy’s arms. “I guess he likes you.”

“good thing because I like you.”

“Andy please don’t say that just because of what I said.”

“I’m not I do truly like you a lot I just didn’t realize it till you said it too.” Andy says standing up.

“so why don’t I take you on a date to make it all up to you?” he asks taking your hands.

“deal but only if Oreo can come” you both look over to the sleeping dog.

Andy chuckles “oh 100% deal”

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[brooklyn-1918]

On A Farm

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: On a farm in Western Pennsylvania, You and Steve grew up. When his mother passed, he took off for Brooklyn. When he returns, you both have some patching up to do. 

Warnings: Some mild swearing (like one word, I think), uuuuh, Steve is a bit of a dumb ass? There’s not much to this story. 

A/N: I know I said I was going to work on the next part of Desert Rose, but I got sidetracked. What a surprise. So this is for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ ‘s 1000 follower challenge. The farm that I used for inspiration is here. Prompts are in bold. 

At five years old, Steve’s mother brought him to Pennsylvania, where she settled them on a run down old farm. The paint peeled, the windows rattled. It was scorchingly hot in the summer, and bitterly cold in the winter.

He desperately missed the streets of Brooklyn where he was born, however little he might remember it. He missed the cobble streets as he walked down the long dirt drive, he missed the tattered walls as he helped his mother scrape paint. 

The only thing that helped him keep his head straight was you. Little you, who would run back and forth with him in the fields… That is, until he had to stop and sit to catch his breath. You, who would climb the tall pines that grew around the old barn with him. You, who would hide in the woods and jump out to scare him. 

The years progressed, you both grew. When you were both 17, you planted a kiss to his cheek, pushing yourself up on your toes to reach him, as you had both grown exponentially from when you first met. 

Then, that winter, his mother was struck with tuberculosis. 

You tried to console him, to lure him away from his mother’s side, to eat something and get some rest. But to your dismay, nothing you said or did made him move. 

After she was gone, he packed his bag with a weak apology and left back for Brooklyn. 

You stood in the middle of the dirt road, a tear rolling down your cheek as he climbed into the back of a truck, bag slung over his shoulder. He looked up just enough to see you, but dropped his head quickly. 

The truck started and you stared after him as he got smaller and smaller. And all you could do was stand there, broken hearted, as he left. 

__________

It had been close to a decade by the time you saw him again. The depression was over, and a war had been fought and won. 

The sun broke through the branches of the pine trees leading up the drive to the Rogers farm, the dirt and gravel crunching under your feet as you progressed forward. Toolbox swinging from your hand, you stopped under the windowsill to the large bay window in the living room. 

Dropping the metal container to the grass, you gripped the wooden shutter with both hands and gave it a twist, positioning it back into its original spot. 

You had noticed the broken shutter from your own window. It had been blown sideways in the windstorm the week prior. Nodding to yourself, you grabbed your tools and moved to the front door. 

For nine and a half years, you had taken care of this farm. Fixing it in just the way that Sarah Rogers would have, once upon a time. There was no evidence that Steve had ever decided to sell it, and certainly no one had shown up to claim it. 

So you took it upon yourself to keep the place in order. 

Climbing the stairs, you stopped in the upstairs hall, carpet sending up puffs of dust with each step you took. Grabbing the broom that you left there, you jabbed once at the ceiling, and knocked open the panel that concealed the ladder to the attic. 

“Alright, let’s see the damage,” You murmur to yourself, before clamping the handle of your toolbox between your teeth, and climbing the rickety old ladder. It shook violently with your weight, but held as you hoisted yourself into the musty space. 

“Ah, there you are!” You exclaim, moving over to the drip of water coming from the hole in the ceiling, about the size of a baseball. 

It took an hour to fix, sweat dripping down the nape of your neck, staining your shirt collar. When you were done, you slid down the ladder, shut the trap door, and descended the stairs, swinging left as you stepped off the last stair into the kitchen. 

The tap squeaked as you turned on the water, as did the floorboards behind you, but you didn’t notice. You set down your box on the counter, the metal clatter covering the clicks behind you. 

“Hands up, and turn around,” A voice commanded behind you, deep and gruff. Startled, you let out a yelp, and threw your hands up. A shudder ran through your spine, and you turned slowly on your heel to face down the barrel of a rifle, pointed directly at your nose. 

Your sight shifted to the man holding the gun. His face set into a scowl, blond hair dirty and falling into his eyes. His jaw was set with stubble, muscle twitching as he ground his teeth together. 

He wore a military uniform. Not a dress uniform, but nothing casual. A duffel bag was laying on the floor by the side door, a rank insignia stitched onto the side. 

“Who are you, and why the hell are you in my house?” He growled, refusing to drop the rifle. You blinked once, twice, then three times. “Your house? Who are you?” You fire back. Your question seemed silly as you continued to examine him. It seemed silly as you looked into the eyes of the boy that you spent your childhood with. 

“I--”

“Steve?” You interrupted. The man faltered, lifting his head and letting the muzzle of the gun drop down. His jaw hung open, and he watched you for a moment. 

“Y/N? Steve dropped the gun fully, and with a few quick hand motions, rendered it ineffective. Before he had a chance to set it on the worn table, you rushed him, pushing yourself up onto your toes to wrap your arms tightly around his neck. 

You laughed brightly as he leaned back, lifting you off the floor. His chest vibrated warmly as he laughed as well, then settled you back on the floor. “What are you doing here?” He asked, stepping away from you. Placing his hands, warm and calloused, over your shoulders, he pushed himself back so he could examine you for a fleeting moment. 

“I was going to ask you the same thing!” You exclaim, running your fingers over the top of your head in astonishment. He flicked his gaze to the duffle, but turned back swiftly to you. 

“Well, I-- It’s hard to explain,” He started, “But really, what are you doing in my house?” 

You froze, momentarily bashful as you glanced at the dirty floor. You were gonna clean that today, too. Looking back up to him, you gave a wobbly smile and a shrug. 

“You’ve been gone for a while. And someone needed to take care of this place,” You remark. Now it was Steve’s turn to flush. That Irish blush that worked its way from the tips of his ears, tinting down his neck, and disappearing below the collar of his shirt. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, huh?” He noted, nodding his head and slipping a hand to rest at the back of his neck. You bobbed your head in agreement, glancing down again. 

Silence settles between the two of you. A strained tension filled the room, settling deep in your bones. You hated the feeling. It made you want to run. You could be out of the kitchen, and through the creaky screen door in seconds. Out of the house, and away from him. 

Because god damn it he broke your heart when he left all those years ago. And you never wanted to feel that pain again. 

You didn’t want to run. But that’s exactly what you did. 

“Well, I should leave you to get settled,” You said softly, turning on your heel to grab your tools. 

You could hear shifting behind you, and as you faced him once more, he was standing straight, stiff. “Right. It’s good to see you again, Y/N. Really good.” He smiled, a twinge of sadness criss crossing his features. You force a smile, and walk past him, pausing briefly to gently squeeze his shoulder. 

You continued to the door, but stopped next to the green duffle. Nudging it with the toe of your boot, you could see the insignia better. Captain. 

“If you enlisted, you just proved yourself to be the reckless idiot that I always said you were,” You chuckle, slipping into the old banter that you both had, so long ago. It seemed strangely familiar, a long dormant part of you that suddenly was awake. 

Steve laughed behind you, softly. 

“Well, I proved it,” He confirmed. You looked up to him, and pursed your lips in a frown. He gave you a tired grin, and you shook your head in exasperation. 

Another moment of silence, and you turned and left.

__________

You aren't sure what woke you. But you were decidedly awake at a time when you really didn’t want to be. You dropped your head back to your pillow with a groan when it happened again. This is what you were sure had woken you up. 

A shout, muffled by walls and a few hundred feet, drifted through the window you had left popped open. You sat bolt upright, the blankets falling down around your hips, and turned your body so you could see Steve’s house. A light blinked on across the way, cutting through the darkness, and you swung your legs out of your warm spot. 

Grabbing your slippers, and flashlight, you bounded out your front door, and across the dirt road. 

“Steve!” You called as you made it to the screen door you had left out of only a few hours ago. You could see the yellow glow of the kitchen light through the glass panels of the side door, so you quickly transgressed the screened in porch to open it. 

“Steve,” You tried again, softly this time. The only acknowledgement that he gave was the slight inclination of his head, which dipped down towards the table as he sat there. 

Shirtless.

In the freezing kitchen. 

Because of course that made sense. You inched forward, hand hovering over his back. You sucked in a breath, and placed your fingers down, rubbing in soft circles. 

A sheen of sweat coated him, the roots of his hair darkened with it. He shook, just a small tremor, but it was there. 

Pulling a chair over, you noticed the pair of dog tags laying in the middle of the table, framed by the flaking green paint. His own, and another set of an unfamiliar man. 

“James B Barnes,” You mouth to yourself. Dropping into the creaking chair, you swing around so your knees point to him, and lean toward him. “Steve, what’s going on?” You wait a moment without him speaking. “Steve, c’mon, you’re scaring me. Please talk to me?” 

He still doesn't speak, so you take your fingers, and place them under his chin, his stubble prickleing at them. You maneuvered Steve’s jaw so he looked at you. 

His eyes were watery and so insanely blue. It almost made you gasp, if you weren't so concerned. 

Dread gripped your belly, an iron grasp that refused to let go. 

So neither did you. You stroked your thumb over the prickles, and leaned forward to wrap your arm around his broad shoulders. Closing your eyes, forehead leaning against the bare bulk of his shoulder, you nearly jumped when you felt his warm hand wrap around yours. Another shudder ran through him, jostling you, prompting you to pick your head back up. 

“Steve, I need you to tell me what's wrong.”

He remained silent. With a sigh, you stand, then pause momentarily, watching as his head falls back down. Once again scooping the flashlight up, you turned to go. 

A gasp ripped its way from your throat as Steve locked his hand around your wrist again. He still hasn't picked up his head, but his arm, stronger than the last time you saw him, was reached out to you. Your gaze drops to his fingers, decorated in scars, then up to his face, where you can see tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

You dropped back into the seat. 

__________

For weeks, the two of you did a sort of dance. He would say nothing of the nine years that he was gone. You tiptoed your way around your heart. 

It just wasn’t the same as how it had been for so long. You had both changed. A sigh, probably the thousandth that week, escaped you. Steve looked over to you, brow raised. With one final shove, he pushed the new board into place, patching the hole in the side of the dilapidated barn. 

“I think I’ve heard you sigh more than I’ve heard you actually speak. What’s goin’ on?” He questions. You turn your head, then push yourself off of the barn wall, clutching the toolbox tightly. 

“Nothing,” You lie. A clap of thunder in the distance sounds, and it seems as though mother nature is calling you out on your lie. Steve stands to his full height, a doubtful look on his face. 

“Really?” He chuckles. Another crash of thunder sounds. Closer. Followed by a flash of lightning. 

“Yes, really. I’m fine,” You reinforce. 

He nods, takes the box of tools from you, and places his hand over your shoulder to guide you gently back to the house, just as the rain begins to fall. 

“It took me a long time to figure out when you lie,” Steve raises his voice to be heard over the near downpour. “And right now, you’re doing a real bad job of trying to fool me.” 

You huff, and cover your head with your arms to keep the cold drops from landing in your eyes. Failing at your makeshift umbrella, you huff and drop your arms as you both splash through the mud puddles. 

“Well, Steve, that was a long time ago,” You say, somewhat harshly. Behind you, you can hear his steps falter slightly, to your slight satisfaction. “Right,” He mutters, just as you both reach the screen porch door. You yank it open, harder than you hoped. It squeals in protest, nearly coming off its hinges. 

Dropping into one of the kitchen chairs, you peel your boots off, then move to the sink to strip your jacket off, sopping wet and clinging to you. You drop it in, and turn to face Steve. 

“What happened?” You ask, shaking your head and throwing your hands out to the side. 

Steve freezes, halfway between placing the tools down, and with a look of shocked confusion on his face. 

“What do you mean? Am I missing something?” He asks, a slight waiver in his voice. Slowly, he places the metal box down, and snags the dish towel. 

“Yes! I mean no! I don’t know! Maybe we're both missing something, because damn it Steve, something happened!” You burst out. Steve freezes, confusion washing over him in waves. 

You growl in frustration, and snatch your jacket back, twisting it to wring the water from it. It splashed down into the iron bowl, a crescendo of taps. 

Whipping it out, you glare at him. 

“You have been gone for almost ten years! And you come back like nothing has happened. Like no time has passed at all!” You march up to him, and jab a finger at his chest. He takes a step back, eyes wide and brow raised. 

“Y/N, I know that--”

“No, I don’t think you do! You come back, and you won't even tell me anything! You not only keep yourself up at night, but you keep me up! I’m sick with worry every time I hear you yell, and you won’t let me help!” You yell, hot tears pooling in your eyes. Steve falls silent, just staring at you, waiting to see what you would say next. 

You don’t continue, however, as you wait for his explanation. Or excuse. Or something. 

Nothing. 

You almost growl, and let the first of a cascade of tears race down your cheeks. 

“You left! You left me standing in the middle of the street! I was there and my heart was breaking. I realize that you had just lost your mother, but you could have stayed!” 

The man in front of you takes a step back. His features steel and he moves forward again. 

“How would I have been able to stay here? Huh? How could I stay here when I failed her?” He asks, pain radiating from his voice. 

“Failed her?” You fire back. “Steve, she got tuberculosis, there was nothing you could have done and you know it!” 

He visibly deflates. More salty tears make their way down your cheeks and you poke his shoulder again. 

He shakes his head, his own eyes welling in sorrow. 

“You had people here that loved you. I loved you, Steve Rogers. And you walked away to a place where you had no one in your corner,” You finish your tirade, voice dropping lower and lower as you take a step back.

Waiting for a minute for his answer, you nod. Turning, you grab your shoes, and march out the door, and into the storm, not caring that your socks were now wet and mud stained. You cry openly. Sobs muffled by the crash of the thunder. 

Another crash, and it might be thunder, but it also might be the screen door, so you glance over your shoulder. You walk faster as you see Steve running through the rain towards you. His fingers brush against your elbow, and you jerk away. He tries again, and this time is able to twist you around. “I love you! I love you, okay? There, you got me to say it. Happy?” Steve shouts over the rain. You glare at him, but soften as you realize the sincerity in his words. You can see it written all across his face. In the way that he cries too. 

“No,” Your voice waivers. “I’m not.” 

“Then give me a chance to prove it to you.”

__________

Months crawl by. Fast, but still slow. 

All that built up trust and friendship, the hidden love, comes crawling back to the both of you. 

You sit under the pine tree that grows along the drive, the autumn sun shining down, fingers twined together. You rest your head on Steve’s shoulder, staring at one of the feral kittens that have come to inhabit his farm over the last few weeks. 

Soft breathing, in and out, jostling your head slightly. 

“Thank you.” You hear Steve, and pick your head up to look at him. You furrow your brow, and lift your hand to brush the hair from his eyes. 

“For what?” 

“For giving me a chance,” He replies. You smile at him, and drop a kiss onto his shoulder. He presses one to the top of your head. 

When you look up again, he grins. Wide and toothy, just like the ones he would show you as you climbed the pine tree you now both sat under some fifteen years ago. 

“What?” You laugh. “I really want to kiss you right now. May I?” 

“I’m going to be mad if you don’t.” With his own laugh, he moves to cup your cheek. With a glint in his eye, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Pulling back, he presses down another, and another. 

And as the light of dusk slips behind the far hills on the other side of the field of hay, turning the sky purple, you both remain curled together. Lips locked, hearts swollen with love. 

The sky darkens, and as the stars appear, everything is calm.

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Rain

Summary: You decided it was a good idea to start running again, what could go wrong? Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Prompt:  20. “It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not too sure" // 12. “Are you just going to stand out in the rain or do you want to come in?” Warnings: Best friends, friendship, swearing words Word Count: 955 This was written for the @just-one-ordinary-fangirl 1k Follower Challenge

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As someone who was always responsible for your obligations, trying to be healthy wasn’t one of them. You’ve made a lot of promises to yourself to do more exercise and be healthy again, but you’ve keep procrastinating since the beginning.  Not long ago, you remembered your running days back at high school and college, and how happy it made you while doing it. You wanted to start again, but due to your busy schedule, you’ve been postponing the beginning for the past month.

One day, you came back from work early and felt it was the right time to start, the weather was beautiful, it was neither too cold nor too hot, just perfect, you changed into your running clothing and got out. Everything was going perfectly, the music was good, your mood was good, everything. Nothing could go wrong. Well, you were wrong. There was a reason why you’d stop running in the first place. An old injury, way back into college time. You’d torn your ligaments, you got surgery to fix them, but you were never the same again. In the end, you quit the running team and focused on studying. You should have checked that out before starting training again, but you didn’t bother it because it was something because it happened a long time ago. You slowed down the running enjoying the music you were listening to, you were so into it that you hadn’t realized the weather had changed and all out of a sudden it started to pour. You didn’t know what to do, you were a few miles away from your house. You checked your surroundings and noticed some familiarity. And then you remembered, your best friend Andy lived there. You decided to give it a shot, go to his place and check if he could give you some assistance until the pouring rain stopped. You were carefully walking to his place, but it was pretty difficult to get a clear view of everything with this weather. You didn’t notice the missing tile on the floor, you stepped into twisting your knee in a bad way and almost falling. You stopped for a second and then kept walking.  You ignored the pain and went directly to Andy’s house. You saw his car was parked in the driveway, so he was at home. You knocked on his door and waited -Hi Andy — you smiled -Hi Y/N. I wasn’t expecting your visit — he mentioned You felt bad for interrupting his day. You couldn’t help but stare. He looked amazing, you couldn’t deny he was beautiful, and being his friend didn’t help either because you had a crush on the man since the moment you laid eyes on him -Uhm… Are you just going to stand out in the rain or do you want to come in?  — Andy asked you bringing you back to reality -Uh — you hesitated -You’re not bothering if that’s what you’re asking.  Come on or you’ll catch yourself a cold — Andy motioned you to enter.

You were too distracted looking at him, that you forgot he had a few steps in the front. You missed one and when you tried to avoid the fall, you moved your “injured” leg in a weird way making it snap -Crap -What the- Are you okay? — Andy said helping you -Wait! You’re getting soaked — you tried to warn him -I don’t care, come on — he said in his commanding voice He helped you to the bathroom and he gave you some of his clothes -Here, put this on so we can dry yours -Andy — you called and he turned around — Thank you — he smiled and left you alone

A few minutes later you got out of the bathroom wearing just his boxers and his t-shirt, it was big and long enough for you to use it as a dress. -I let my clothes in the bathtub, they are dripping — you said getting his attention Clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to wear just his t-shirt because he blushed when he saw you -Ok — he didn’t know how to form a sentence —  Coffee? -Please — you said limping to the kitchen. Andy noticed and went to help you -Why didn’t you tell me you were injured? — he asked you concerned -It’s nothing, seriously. I’ll be fine, it happens all the time — you dismissed it -Since when do you run? -Most of my life. I had to stop because of an injury -And it happens to be that leg, right? — you just nodded -I wanted to start again because it makes me feel good about myself -And starting today with this weather alert was a good idea? — he said smirking -It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m not too sure — you laughed -It’s swollen, does it hurt? — Andy was concerned -I just need to ice it for a little. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. This isn’t my first rodeo -In that case — he said approaching you — let’s get this knee up and let’s ice it on a better position — he explained taking you to his couch -Andy — you warned him -Come on, darling, you can’t leave with this storm going. You can stay here as long as you need

Later that night, you were cuddling with Andy on his couch, one of his hands was intertwined with yours, and the other was drawing patterns on your arm. You’ve never felt anything like that, you felt safe, loved, cared for, but Andy was your best friend. What was this supposed to mean for you two?

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