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divine-knight-hand · 10 months

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Worshiping the Masterpiece

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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki’s lover finally gains the courage to ask him about his Jotun form. When he lets her see it, she takes the moment as an opportunity to help him do a little confidence building… by kissing… and touching… and praising…

Content Warnings: Sub!Loki (but hints of him being a switch), Soft Dom!Reader, themes of insecurity, [heavy appreciation of] Loki in his Jotun form, handjob in front of a mirror, lots of praise, no oral (but just a little taste of cum!), and explicit consent

Notes: (Prepare for lengthy notes with mushy sentiments! Hehehe!)

Happy birthday, @sarahscribbles!!! I’m still pretty new-ish to this whole tumblr-fanfic-writer thing, and I ended up gravitating to her as one of the blogs I look up to the most (specifically in terms of Loki content). So, happy, happy, happy birthday, Sarah! Remember that your community loves you very much. May you get lots of presents, cake, and Loki love~

This piece was written as a contribution to her Birthday Celebration. I originally started writing using some of the prompts from the original post, but I soon lost motivation, only to remember that I had this idea on repeat in my mind sooooo long ago, and it resurfaced just in time for me to finally put it to paper. So, I didn’t end up using any of the prompts, after all. Maybe someday I’ll finish what I originally started for this challenge and post it anyways. Maybe…

All in all, it was kind of refreshing to be able to write a fic about Loki. I don't really write about him as much as I would like to, so this writing event gave me the perfect motivation to just jump right in. So, without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3,547

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Absolutely not.” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed at my daring request. “I refuse to burden you with that monstrous visage.”

Loki’s response to me asking to view his Jotun form again was that of pure terror. He sat next to me on our shared bed, eyes frantically avoiding mine. He seemed a lot more timid than his usual confident disposition allowed. His hands were folded over his lap, fidgeting out of obvious discomfort at the idea of me seeing him resemble a frost giant.

The first time I saw Loki in his Jotun form, it was an accident. He was taking me on a tour of the castle vault, and all was well until I was left to my own devices. I wandered around the vault, admiring the architecture, as well as the artifacts, when I found myself walking backwards into the stand that held the Casket of Ancient Winters atop it. Loki happened to be in perfect range to step in and catch it as I knocked it off its pedestal, at the cost of revealing his birth form.

Amidst the chaos his panic created, he didn’t notice me watching the way his skin changed, or admiring the raised marks that accompanied its cerulean hue. I knew Loki was born on Jotunheim–and I knew of all the trials and tribulations this fact created throughout his childhood–but I’d never even heard Loki so much as mention the possibility of having another form connected to his Jotun roots. This was new to me. He replaced the Casket and rushed out of the vault before I could even form the words to tell him how beautiful he looked. How odd…

Since that day, I was determined to see him change again. It was like an obsession to me, the way it was constantly on my mind. I had to see Loki’s Jotun form again. I just had to. Now that I’d seen it once, I knew there was a part of him that I wasn’t experiencing all this time. I felt that I was missing out on sharing something important with my lover, and that didn’t sit well with me.

There were times I tried to hint at it subtly, only to get confused and alarmed looks from him in return. I should have expected him to catch on. Nothing flies over the head of the God of Mischief. There wasn’t any point to beating around the bush anymore. I decided to finally outright ask him to change forms, and this was the exact reaction I feared.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I asserted. “Nothing about you is monstrous. Nothing. Do you honestly think that I could love a monster?” Before he even had the chance to sarcastically respond to my rhetorical question, I beat him to it. “No, because I don’t.” I reached over and grabbed his hands in mine. “I love you, and I want to experience every part of you. Every single one. Because, I want to be able to love every single part of you.”

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began to consider the idea. “I don’t believe you understand the true nature of my birth form.”

“Then show me.” I insisted. “Teach me everything I don’t know about you. Please… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

“You will regret this, love.” With a defeated sigh, Loki conceded.

He made sure to remove my hands from his before the familiar green flash of his seidr marked his transformation. My breath hitched at the sight of all the changes to his appearance.

His skin turned an icy blue, and his face sported markings in the form of raised lines. His eyes, formerly a similar blue, now watched me intently with a ruby red, awaiting my response.

“Loki,” I breathed, my heart swelling with the joy of finally being able to see him like this again. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He quickly looked away, ashamed. “As sweet as your lies sing to me, please don’t.”

“I would never lie to you.” I leaned in and slowly reached out my hand.

He flinched at first, but allowed me to cup his face, the chill of his skin cooling my hand. “How do you not hate this?”

“I’ve said, already,” I smirked at him. “I love you, and if this is you—which I know it is—then I love this, too.”

“But, I’m a monster…” Loki’s eyes began to glass over with tears, but none dared to spill over his cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” I leaned in until I could feel the chill radiating off of his face against my own. “You were only told that for far too long.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” He sadly confessed.

My heart shattered for him. It wasn’t fair that he had to face horrible treatment just because of where he came from. Growing up, he was constantly dehumanized by his own father. Politics didn’t exactly allow Asgardians to empathize with Jotuns. Loki didn’t have a clue as to why he was treated so poorly his whole life until his adult years. No wonder he hid himself for so long. He didn’t deserve to live like that. Not at all. I was determined to make sure he would never experience that kind of pain again.

“That’s awful.” I frowned. “I promise you that I’ll make you feel loved, no matter what you look like.” I leaned in and pecked the tip of his nose. “I guarantee it.”

I brought my other hand up to cup the other side of his face before pulling him into a kiss. I felt him tense up for a moment, but a sudden chill on my back accompanied the motion of him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

When he deepened the kiss, it was colder than I expected it to be. Every point of contact I had with him sent a chill into my body, but I wasn’t cold. It was a comfortable chill. It was authentically Loki, and I wanted to explore this as far as I could go.

He pulled me onto him in a straddling position, our bodies crashing together as my hands wandered along the leather covering his back. I wanted to feel all of him. Since he swapped forms, it was like I fell in love all over again, and I was once again kissing him for the first time.

I was ravenous, wanting to touch as much of Loki as I could get my hands on, but I was also careful, fearing what could make him uncomfortable. My worries were put to rest when I felt a light twitch underneath me, and my own ache to have him began to build within me.

As we pulled apart, I left my hands cupped around his face, slowly tracing his markings with my thumbs. He’s just so beautiful~

“My desire for you could drive me to madness, darling.” He breathed, a smile ghosting his lips. “I do hope you’re aware.”

“I am.” I softly giggled.

“That being said, I have to have you, my dear.” His voice deepened to a growl. “Just give me a moment to return to my usual appearance.”

“Wait!” I interjected. “Why can’t I take you like this?”

“Are you off your rocker?!” Loki fired back, terror creeping back into his eyes.

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “But I know that I want you like this, and you can’t change my mind on that.”

He just stared at me in utter shock, unmoving and unspeaking.

As the silence hung between us, an idea slowly crept into my mind. “There’s actually something I’d like to try, if you don’t mind.”

Loki let out a deep sigh, the shock in his expression lessening.“If you’re absolutely sure you want this, then I’ll be at your mercy. But, the moment something happens to you-”

“It won’t.” I cut in. “Because I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Loki frowned in disbelief, muttering, “Your optimism is dangerous.”

I stood up off of the bed, beckoning for him to follow me. “First, I want to see all of you. Would you mind stripping?”

“As you wish.” Loki lowered his head, his seidr removing his clothes with a flash.

I let out a soft gasp out of awe at the view. The icy hue continued from his head to his toes, as did the raised markings in his skin. They decorated his shoulders, chest, legs, and even his-

I felt arousal begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of his ornate length. “Loki…”

He looked back up at me, clearly anxious for my response. “Is this what you wanted?”

I quickly approached him and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again. “It’s everything and more.” Loki’s cheeks blushed a light purple as I took him by the hand and led him across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything I have, just as I’ve always done.” He responded, and I just knew he was being genuine. I could almost feel it emanating from his words.

“Kneel, my love.” I softly commanded.

Loki knelt in front me, exactly where I placed him. I smiled warmly down at him, stroking his cheek before moving to sit right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the mirror.

I looked over his reflection, my eyes lingering at how he instinctively spread his thighs as he sat on his heels, allowing his semi-erect cock to hang in the middle of the sinful display. He was almost ready, and fully accessible to me. I felt my ache for him thrumming between my thighs, but I quickly refocused on my mission when I noticed that he refused to meet his reflection’s gaze, instead looking away from me and the mirror entirely.

“Look, Loki.” I lightly coaxed his face back towards the mirror by his chin. “Look at how beautiful you really are.” I dropped my other hand near his inner thigh. “May I?”

“Please,” I could see eagerness flash in his eyes as he glanced at my reflection before looking back at his own.

I began to lightly rub along his thigh, my heart fluttering at his resulting shiver. “I want you to see how perfect you are as you’re overcome with pleasure.” His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered again, and I paused my motions. “Watch.” I reminded him.

His eyes flew open at my command. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, what?” I felt a proud smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Yes, mistress.” He corrected himself.

“There’s my sweet prince.” I sighed my praise as I resumed my motion on his thigh, noticing the twitch of his cock at my words. I began kissing him messily along his neck as my hand continued to tease him. When I brought my free hand up to trace the marks on his chest, I noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“M- Mistress, please…” He let out a low moan. “Please, I need more…” A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his fully grown erection, which now began to shine with a deep blush of purple, similar to that of his cheeks.

I moved from his neck to whisper in his ear, “If you want it, then you’ll have it.” I stroked his face with my free hand. “A work of art like you deserves to be worshiped and praised.” I lightly nipped his ear. “And I’ve been blessed with the privilege to make sure that you are. Now, sit tight, my prince.”

I rose to my feet and moved, swift as the wind, to our dresser for lubricant to cover my hand with before returning to my original place with Loki in front of the mirror. “Tonight, I plan on fucking you with my hand, leaving your whole body on display for the both of us. I want you to see that you are no monster. You’re a masterpiece, and deserve to be treated as such.” I gave his shoulder a light squeeze with my free hand. “If you wish to stop at any time, you can always use our safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”

“I do.” His words were just above a whisper.

“Very good.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Then let’s begin.” I started to slowly stroke his cock with my lubricated hand, earning another shudder, accompanied by a contented sigh, from him. “I just have one rule for you…” Loki turned his head to look at me with curiosity before I softly turned it back to the mirror with my free hand. “You have to watch the whole time.”

“Ah- Mmm…” He let out a clipped moan before responding. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good.” I slowly stroked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip before swirling my thumb in small circles on the head and stroking back to the base. Each time I teased the head, a small growl emanated from the back of his throat, only to crescendo into another moan when I stroked back down to the base.

I felt each of his markings against my hand with every stroke, and I wondered for a moment how they would feel against my inner walls. I felt arousal thrumming between my thighs again. Focus, damnit!

But, focusing was difficult. No matter how I looked at Loki, my eyes always returned to his elaborately decorated cock. It was as if I walked into an opulent dining room, only to end up staring at the shiny centerpiece all throughout dinner. It was the center of attention in an already artistic scene. I struggled to find the perfect words to convey these thoughts, so I kept my praise simple.

“You have such a pretty cock~” My words were a sultry whisper against his skin, accompanied by the kisses that I peppered along his jaw. “I can’t wait to pleasure it in every way I know how. Would you like that, my prince?”

“Y- Mmm… Yes, mistress.” Loki struggled to respond between moans.

“I would like that, too.” I peeked up at the mirror to make sure that he was still looking. He was. How obedient~

Not only was I filled with the pride of seeing him willing to do as he was told, but I also noticed the way his chest moved with each heavy breath he took, which it typically did when I dominated him. His breathing would grow labored as I teased him before he finally found the words—or word fragments—to beg me for more.

His hair also didn’t change. It tumbled down his angular face in its usual raven locks, the smallest of curls lying slick against his forehead as a sheen of sweat glued them there.

And just under it were his eyes. Though they shone a bright red, his pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving a sliver of red around the edges. Save for their usual blue color, his eyes looked exactly the same as they usually did. It was comforting to see that even though he changed, there were familiar parts of him to remind me that he was still my Loki.

Although, change is nice~ I thought as I allowed my free hand to roam his chest again, tracing the markings until I approached his hips. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, still keeping pace on his cock with my lubricated hand. His eyes were lidded as he quickly neared an ecstasy-born stupor. He used one of his hands to steady himself on the ground as the other wound into his hair, ruffling it with each pass he made with his fingers.

“Yes, I would love to please you.” I continued my earlier thought. “To worship you like the god you are. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone willing to offer you their service. Even as your mistress, I wish to satisfy you.” I sped up the pace of my hand on his cock, and a whimper escaped his throat. “You look so regal, my love. Do you see it? Do you see how, even as you sit bare in front of me, you still look elegant enough to sit upon the Asgardian throne?”

“N- no, mistress…” Loki’s voice cracked as he let out another moan.

“Hm. That’s unfortunate.” I mused. “Maybe someday I should suck you off as you’re seated upon it. I’m sure that would help you see what I see.”

Loki bucked his hips into my hand. “M- mistress…” His voice curled into a light sound that almost resembled a whimper. “Feels good… Feels so- Mmm… good…”

“It’s about time you felt something other than pain while showing this part of who you are.” I trailed kissed back up his neck to his ear before whispering, “You’re still watching?” I glanced at the mirror to see him still looking, just as I’d asked him to. “That’s my sweet prince. I’m so glad you’re heeding my directions tonight. This is all for you, after all.”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before they shot back open as he remembered my command. “M- Mistress…?”

“Yes, my love?” I felt a small surge of concern rush through me. “Is something wrong?”

The soft whine he let out clued me in to what was happening before he even responded. “I- I’m close… Mmm- May I cum? …Please?” His last plea was no more than a breathy whisper. He needed this. Desperately. And who would I be to deprive him of it?

“Cum for me, my prince.” I purred. “You’ve been so good tonight. You deserve to. Come on, show me how your pretty cock looks when it’s dripping with cum.”

“Ohhh, mistress… Ah-” Loki practically screamed my name as his eyes rolled back, ropes of cum painting his thigh in a milky white.

I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched in my hand, spilling his seed. Every time I thought he’d finished, he’d release what seemed to be another load with a roaring moan and a full-body shiver. I just kept stroking his cock while softly kissing along his neck and praising him until the last of it slowly dripped out over my fingers and he was left panting.

“That’s it, my prince.” I sighed against his neck. “You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” I finally let go of his cock and brought my hand to my mouth to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so good~”

“Mmm, darling,” Loki’s voice wavered as he took on a cautionary tone. “If you carry on like that, I just might grow hard again.”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take care of you again.” I playfully walked my now clean fingers up his shoulder. “And again… and again… and again…”

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled softly as our eyes moved back to the mirror in front of us.

I looked him over again, my eyes lingering over each part of him, almost as if my brain could take a snapshot his beauty. His hair was thoroughly ruffled, sweat shone on each curve of his skin, and his cock hung limply between his thighs once again, having spent its cum onto one of them. I watched as it began to slide down his thigh, following the raised markings before nearing the floor.

“You truly admire this, don’t you?” Loki’s question interrupted my thoughts.

“I do.” I answered without hesitation. “And I won’t be satisfied until you do, too.”

“You stubborn woman.” Loki lightly chuckled. “I will say, if this is the treatment my Jotun form entitles me to, then maybe it’s a sight I could get used to.”

I couldn’t keep back the cheesy grin my mouth curved into. “I’ll take it.” I crawled around him to sit between him and the mirror, holding my hands out to him.

He smirked and took my hands in his. “I feel compelled to thank you.”

I cocked my head in curiosity. “Hm? What for?”

He leaned closer to me, and I leaned in to meet him in the middle, electricity crackling in the air between us. “For loving the ugliest parts of me, and cherishing the things that I’ve only ever frowned upon.”

“Oh, Loki,” I squeezed his hand. “You take yourself too seriously. As soon as you stop criticizing yourself, I know you’ll lead a happier life.” I brought the same hand up to my lips to brush a soft kiss onto it. “Now, come on. You must be tired. Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle for the rest of the night.”

“Of course.” Loki’s eyes conveyed a sweet sense of innocence… It was too sweet. He must have had other plans.

My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered. “Though, I believe I still have some dues to pay before we carry on with our night. Don’t you?”

I felt my ache for him quickly returning all at once. “Oh, you-”

Before I could finish my teasing remark, Loki had me trapped in another kiss.

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honeyedmiller · 10 months

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Fate, After All | Joel Miller — Part Four

warnings: no-outbreak!Joel, Joel is a softie (again—I just love soft and loving Joel lol), tooth-rotting fluff, reader and Sarah have a cute mom / daughter dynamic moment, sorta shy Joel, slight jealousy from reader, super brief smut (fingering), some cursing, no use of y/n. sorry this is so long and probably so filler-like lmaooo this is honestly not my best work. hope you enjoy regardless :’). 18+, minors dni.

word count: 4.5k

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You wake up to the sound of your phone blaring in your ear, making you groan loudly. One of your eyes shot open, looking at the alarm clock on your bedside. You groan again when the red numbers read 8:03 a.m.

You answer your phone without looking at the caller ID, pressing it up against your ear lazily.

"Hello?" Your voice is groggy and evidently full of sleep. The deep chuckle on the other line let you know exactly who was on the phone: Joel.

"Good morning, honey." He greets, and you whine softly.

"Joel, it's eight in the morning. Why are you up so early?" Your words were muffled due to half of your face being pressed into a pillow, seeing as you were laying on your stomach.

"Did'ya forget it's the Fourth 'a July? The party Tommy and I throw every year requires a lot of setting up." Joel laughs, and the sound simply brings a smile to your lips.

"Mm, so I'm guessing you're calling me to recruit me for help?" You twist your body so you're laying flat on your back now, eyes slowly peeling open to stare up at your bedroom ceiling.

"Y'know me too well, darlin'. And I need your help at the grocery store, 'specially to get stuff your parents like." Nervousness took over Joel's voice in the last part of his sentence. Today was the day he was going to see your parents again for the first time in years, so he wanted to make a good impression.

You've reassured him multiple times that they loved him when you two were in high school, but he was worried nonetheless. He wanted to be noted as worthy to be your man.

"Up 'n at 'em, baby. I'll give you an hour to get ready and then I'm swingin' by your place to pick you up." Joel mildly negotiated, and you huffed.

"Fine, only cus I—" You cut your sentence short, the 'L' word nearly rolling off your tongue. You wanted to say it to him, desperately. You just didn't know how he'd react to it, or if he even felt the same way.

"Honey? You there?" Joel asks.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. I'll be ready in an hour." Your voice held promise, so you needed to get up now if you were going to be ready in time.

"See you in an hour, darlin'."

You took a quick shower, shaving your legs as fast as you could without nicking them. You dolled up as much as possible with the time allotted, slipping on a maxi dress that showed off your curves in all the right places. It was a red dress, so it was sort of on theme for the day. Just as you were finished touching up your mascara, a couple of sharp knocks against your front door were heard.

“Coming!” You shout, grabbing your purse and your denim jacket. You peeked through the peephole and smiled when you saw it was Joel. You open the door with that same grin never fading, and his facial expression softens when he lays his eyes on you.

He whistles, giving you a once–or a thrice– over. “Damn, baby. You look absolutely stunnin’.” Joel praises, wrapping his arms around you. Your free hand travels up his broad chest, moving to the back of his neck.

“Mm, such a sweet talker you are.” You laugh as you pull him in for a sweet kiss.

He taps your ass twice before pulling apart, humming at your observation. You slip your white Converse on and step outside with Joel, locking everything up before you two head to his truck. He opens the passenger door for you and you climb in, kissing him one more time before he softly shuts the door. You admire him for a quick second as he rounds the front of the truck, taking in his beautiful features and dark unruly hair.

It warmed your heart still that you got so lucky to cross paths with such an amazing man again. He’s been nothing but wonderful to you and has treated you like a princess the few months you’ve been seeing him. Joel is so genuine. Everything he does, he does with purpose.

You couldn’t help but let your curious mind wander to what marriage would look like with Joel. How loving of a husband he’d be, coming home to him every night, spending the rest of your life with him. You truly believed he was your soulmate, and god, you really hoped he felt the same exact way. You had to tell him how you really felt soon, because it was eating away at you inside.

“Hey,” Joel waves his hand in front of your face. “Watcha thinkin’ ‘bout pretty lady?”

“Just what to get my parents at the store.” You play it off, and Joel nods.

“Once they get a taste of my famous burgers they’ll for sure give their approval for me datin’ their daughter.” Joel sates matter-of-factly with a chuckle.

“My mom already gushes about you when we have our weekly catch-up phone calls,” You laugh, looking out of the window as you pass your residential neighborhood. “My dad will be the tough nut to crack. He’s just overprotective, but I told him to be on his best behavior.” You look at Joel, who chuckles and glances at you as he drives to the store closer to his house.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you noticed Joel's lingering gaze on you from time to time. You turned your head to him an raised an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look.

"You look real good in that dress, darlin'." Joel sighs, gaze meeting yours once he reaches another red light.

"Yeah? Maybe I'll let you take it off of me later." You say nonchalantly, throwing the most saccharine smile his way. He groans, tossing his head back against the headrest.

"Fuck, baby, don't tease me like that." He pouts, but decides to return the favor by sliding his hand slowly onto your left thigh, dipping under the soft cotton of the dress before he moves upward. You're already wet from just how fucking good he looks and smells, and you two haven't been able to be intimate recently so the mutual want from both of you was peaked.

His fingertips brush over your skimpy thong you'd put on, whimpering softly at the contact of his warm fingers.

"Oh, would you look at that. My poor baby is already wet n' I've barely even touched her. What are we gonna do about that, hm?" Joel throws a shit-eating grin your way, focusing back on the road as the light turns green. He kept casually rubbing you over the fabric of your underwear, noticing from his peripheral that you were starting to squirm.

"Fuck, Joel, please." You beg.

"What'dya want from me baby? Use your words." He coaxes, moving your underwear to the side but pausing his movements so he can hear you ask for him.

"Your fingers, please, fuck, I- I want you to use your fingers." You pant softly.

"What my baby wants, she gets." Joel smirks, running his middle and ring finger knuckles over your slick folds before pulling them out from under your dress to bring both fingers to his mouth. He closed his eyes for a split second to relish the taste of you before moving his hand back down. He slowly eased his middle finger into you while softly swiping his thumb over your clit.

You gasp at the contact, slowly grinding your hips against his hand to create more friction. A deep chuckle arose from his throat at your neediness, which only prompted him to insert a second finger.

You moaned, resting your head against the headrest as you shut your eyes.

"That's it honey. Doing so good f'me." Joel groaned as you clenched around his fingers deliciously. He moved his skillful fingers at a languid pace, and you knew your orgasm was coming much sooner rather than later. You've been holding off on even touching your own self because Joel genuinely just did it so much fucking better.

He knew your body extremely well and made sure to take care of you every single time. He wouldn't accept it if there was a time you didn't cum—he made absolutely sure you always came, even if he didn't.

You gripped the door handle tightly and clawed at the seat beneath you, feeling that hot sensation in the pit of your core. Joel felt it too with the way you were simply fluttering around his thick fingers. You bit your lip to silence your moan, but Joel wasn’t having any of that.

“Uh uh, baby doll. Let it out. Be as loud as you wanna be.” He coaxed, and that was enough for you to let out a whine which turned into a moan.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m close.” Your words are strained to a near whisper, and you can’t hold back any longer. Your hips started to buck against his hand, that hot sensation unraveling in your core and down your legs.

“That’s it baby, give it t’me.”

You moaned loudly at Joel’s words, knuckles turning white as you now had a death grip on the door handle.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You whined as you rode through your orgasm. You were panting heavily as Joel smirked to himself in a self-victory, withdrawing his fingers from you. He sticks his middle finger in his mouth to clean you off of it, but moves his ring finger over to your mouth.

“Open.” Was all he said, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at that. You opened your mouth as he stuck his finger in, and you gingerly sucked on it as you cleaned yourself off of him. You were thankful his windows were tinted and no one could really see what’d just happened, because shit, your face was beet red.

You were so dazed from your orgasm that you hadn’t even noticed Joel had turned in to the HEB parking lot.

“C’mon darlin’, let’s beat the crowds.” Joel leans over to kiss your temple after he unbuckles himself, then reaches down to undo your buckle as well. He hopped out of the truck and jogged to your side, opening your door for you. Ever the gentleman. He held his hand out for you to take to easily exit the truck, but your legs betrayed you as they felt like jello when your feet planted on the concrete.

“Woah.” You said, leaning against Joel for support. You wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin he still had on his face right off, but his strong hold only made you want to melt further.

“Careful there, darlin’.” Joel easily displayed amusement in his Southern drawl, and you scowled up at him playfully before finally regaining your balance and standing upright.

“C’mon cowboy, we have a party to throw.”

A few hours passed and Joel assigned you and Sarah to decorate the place with red white and blue streamers. You were currently hanging a twist of all three on the patio outside, the summer sun relentless on you.

You wiped your sweaty brow after you finished, satisfied with your work. Tommy was working on firing up the grill and getting it going, while Joel was seasoning the food and preparing it to be grilled. You made your way back into the kitchen where Sarah was sipping on some lemonade while she sat at the island counter, and Joel was chopping some onions.

“Hotter than the devil’s ass out there.” You huffed, moving to the counter where Sarah sat. She snickered at your remark, and Joel shook his head with a grin.

“Need any help honey?” You ask, tilting your head at Joel.

“I’m just about done, darlin’. Do you think your parents will like this?” The nervousness in his tone returns, and you move so you stood yourself behind him. You hooked both of your arms under his so your palms were pressing against the front of his shoulders, and you kissed between his shoulder blades lovingly.

“They’ll love it, Joel, and they’ll love you.” His heart jumped at the word, almost thinking you were going to say it yourself. He’d planned to tell you very soon, but he just hadn’t found the right moment yet.

“Hope so.” Was all he said, finishing with the onion.

Sarah called your name and you turned to her, a smile in on your face. “Will you help me with something? Upstairs?” She asked timidly, and you let go of Joel to fully face her.

“Of course, sweetheart. Lead the way.” You grinned, offering your hand to her. She took it as she led you upstairs, leading you into her room.

“Okay, so, I didn’t want dad to hear, but the whole neighborhood is coming as you know,” She started, rocking on her heels in a nervous manner. “There’s this really cute boy who lives down the street and I kinda want to impress him a little. Do you think you could, I dunno, doll me up a bit? And help me with an outfit?”

Your heart clenched with warmth at her words, loving that she trusted you enough with this stuff. Over the course of the months you’d been with Joel, you made it a point to always spend time with Sarah—girls days here and there, taking her out shopping, to eat, nails done, anything—to bond with her. You and her had grown very close within that allotted time, and although she never said it aloud (yet), she was starting to see you as a mother figure.

“Of course I’d love to help, sweetheart. You’re very naturally beautiful as it is, but if you want to wear makeup, then let’s use it just to enhance your gorgeous features. Does your dad let you wear any?” You ask, because the last thing you want is to go over his head, especially if it’s something that has to do with his daughter.

“Yeah, he lets me wear mascara and natural colored lipstick. He let me buy eyeliner too, but I don’t really know how to put it on.” She goes to open a drawer in her dresser, pulling out the previously stated items.

“Let me bring my makeup bag in here and see what else we can do.” You smile at her, making your way into Joel’s bedroom so you can grab your small bag of makeup you kept here. You returned to Sarah’s room, pulling out your eyelash curler and some very natural blush.

You sat her down on her bed as you started with her eyelashes, bringing the curler to each to lift them just slightly. You coated her lashes with the mascara, really only touching the ends that’d been curled up. Instead of the black eyeliner that she had, you opted for the brown one you had in your bag as you smoked it out very subtly on the outside corners of her eyelids.

You then dabbed the lipstick onto her lips, making her purse her lips every so often so the product could blend evenly. You applied clear gloss over her lips as the final coat. You then used the tiniest amount of blush on the apples of her cheeks, to which it looked like someone just pinched them in adoration.

“I’m all done.” You announce, holding up the mirror set on her dresser so she could see herself.

She gasped softly, the biggest smile on her face as she studied her now slightly enhanced features.

“I love it! You have to teach me how do this.” She gushed, getting up swiftly to give you a hug. You giggle and hug her back, giving her a small squeeze.

“I’d love to. Now for the outfit.” You move to her closet after letting her go, sorting through her clothes while weighing the options.

“How about this pretty blue dress?” You unhooked the hanger from its rightful place, holding the dress up. It wasn’t too short, wasn’t too long, had spaghetti straps and was perfect for summertime. The baby blue color would really make her features pop more.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot I even had that dress. This with my white shoes. Thank you so much for your help.” She grins.

“Of course. I’ll leave you to it to get changed.” You close her door after you exit her room, and within a couple of minutes, she opens her door again.

She looked so beautiful, and you could tell she really felt it too.

“You look gorgeous, Sarah.” You grab her hand and lift it up so she does a twirl, and she laughs loudly. She twirls a few more times before stumbling into you, hugging you tightly.

“Hey people are–” You hear Joel start, pausing when he sees you two hugging each other laughing. His heart just melts at the sight of his favorite girls having a fun time together. You both pause and look up at him, and Joel’s eyes scan Sarah’s features.

He was surprised to see she was wearing makeup, but he also knew she was a teenager and it was part of growing up. He was starting to realize his little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

“So, what do you think?” Sarah spins around for him, an unwavering bright smile on her face.

“You look beautiful babydoll.” He grins softly at her, leaning against the doorframe.

“Thanks dad.” She smiles, moving toward him to give him a hug before rushing down the stairs. You chuckle at her eagerness, remembering what it was like when you were a teenager giddy for a boy—Joel, to be more specific.

“They grow up so fast.” You tease, and he groans.

“Thank you for helpin’ her with, you know, the makeup n’ stuff. I know it means a great deal to her, even if she doesn’t show it right away,” Joel smiles as he pulls you into him, kissing the top of your head. “Now c’mon. Guests are starting to arrive and I wanna introduce you.” He pats your butt softly before trailing after you downstairs, keeping you close to him as you met the neighbors and friends of the Millers.

An hour and a half later, the party was in full swing. Country music was playing over a loud speaker, kids were playing Marco Polo in the pool, burgers were being grilled, and beers were being chugged. Your mom had called to say they were almost at the Miller residence, to which you got a Michelada ready for your dad (they were his favorite), and you were currently working on a Cosmo for your mom. The doorbell rang and you wiped your hands on a hand towel before making your way to the front door.

Joel comes rushing into the house, his red shirt starting to get a small sweat stain around the collar. He thought it’d be ‘cute’ to match with you today, hence him opting for a red shirt instead of his usual gray or black.

“I got it honey, I think it’s my parents,” You tell him, and he gives you a worried look. “I promise you have nothing to worry about.” You reassure him, patting his chest before giving him a quick peck on the lips. You open the door with Joel right behind you, and you beam at your parents standing there.

“Mom, dad, c’mon in.” You smile, moving so they can get into the house. You notice your mom carrying a tin pan of what you assume to be her famous pasta salad, so you led them both into the kitchen. You took the pasta salad from your mom and set it down on the counter, bending to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You hugged your dad next, and Joel stood there with a sheepish smile on his lips.

“Mom, dad, you remember Joel Miller, right?” You ask them, and your mom is beaming. She may have set you up on all those terrible blind dates, but technically, if it weren’t for her, there was a slim to none chance you would’ve rekindled with Joel.

“Of course! Joel, dear, how are you?” Your mom pulls him in for a hug, to which he gladly accepts. He chuckles as she holds him at arms length, inspecting him.

You almost protest your mom’s actions before Joel flashes his charming, megawatt smile at her. “I’ve been good ma’am, it’s so good to see you again.” He’s polite and his Southern drawl just makes you melt.

“My my, you sure have grown into a handsome man. You picked a good one, sweetheart.” Your mom looks over at you, and you groan.

“Ma.” You huff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Actually, I’m the lucky one here.” Joel confesses, and you and your mom look at him.

“Well ain’t that the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” Your mom is absolutely head over heels gushing for Joel, and it almost makes you want to laugh.

“You remember my husband, right?” Your mom asks, and Joel sticks his hand out to shake your dad’s.

“Of course. Very nice to see you again, sir.” Joel nods, and your dad raises a brow at him.

“You treatin’ my baby girl right?” Your dad asks, and you cut in immediately.

“Dad, for Christ sake. If he wasn’t I wouldn’t be with him,” You roll your eyes. “Be nice.” You warn, shoving his Michelada into his hand so he can have something to drink instead of running his mouth.

“He’s just looking out for you, baby, I understand.” Joel chuckles smoothly, pulling you into his side. He wraps his arm around your waist securely, and you rest a palm over his beating heart.

“That’s right, babydoll. He knows what he’s talkin’ ‘bout.” Your dad nods, and you roll your eyes and look to your mom.

“Men.” You both say simultaneously, laughing at the ridiculousness. You hand your mom her Cosmo, while Joel and your dad trail off into a conversation which seems to be about football. At least they can bond over that.

“So,” Your mom starts, sipping her drink. “How’s he really treatin’ you, sweetheart?” Your mom whispers, and you grin.

“Really, really good mom. I’m head over heels for him.” You answer honestly, nudging her softly with your hip. She chuckled and nods, staring down at her drink.

“You in love with him?” She says a little louder, but still not to the point where Joel and your dad can hear you—or so you think. You know your dad’s hearing is shot to hell from his old profession, but Joel’s sure isn’t.

“Yeah, I really am. I really think he’s the one, Ma.” You confess, a rosy blush covering your cheeks. Joel nearly rushes to your side to give you the biggest, most heartfelt kiss, but he plays it off like he never heard you. He just casually continues his conversation about training season and their picks for their fantasy football league.

Tommy eventually coaxes everyone outside with more food being ready. Sarah comes up to you almost instantly and tugs you to the side, a bright smile on her face.

“He gave me his number!” She whisper shouts, and your eyes go wide.

“That’s amazing, Sarah!” You hug her, rocking her back and forth gleefully.

“I’m gonna go hang out some more, but I’ll keep you updated!” She tries to play it cool by walking slow over to her crush. It was so cute seeing your favorite teen gush over her crush like that.

The party went on some more and many people were getting buzzed, including Joel. You had a light buzz going yourself, but nothing too serious. You were in fact sober enough to catch Joel’s neighbor, Sheila, making eyes at him.

“You know darlin’, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you in this little number you’re wearin.’ Makes me wanna finish what I started earlier in my truck.” Joel murmurs lowly in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe we should do it in front of Sheila so she’ll stop undressing you with her eyes.” You retort, rolling your eyes. His hands rest on your hips as he rubs soft circles into them, purposefully kissing your neck tenderly while she looked.

“Is my girl jealous?” Joel teases.

“No.”

“Mm, good, ‘cause you ain’t got a single thing to worry about, baby. I’m all yours.”

Dusk had rolled around faster than anticipated, but the firework show was amazing. Joel and Tommy apparently had a bunch saved up, so they put on a show for the whole neighborhood and then some. The kids were waving sparklers in front of themselves and drawing their names on the asphalt, enjoying the different colors they emitted.

Your eyes shifted to Sarah who was by the boy—who’s name turned out to be Christian—getting snuggly and close as he draped his arm around her shoulder, which was clad with a jacket that definitely wasn’t hers. You smile at her and shift your eyes again, landing on Joel.

You admired the way he looked when he interacted with people. He was so genuine and caring, and though he was more introverted, he could easily work and charm a crowd. His smile beamed at the multiple neighbors who complimented the barbecue, as it had been yet another huge success this year.

Joel’s eyes met yours, and as if you couldn’t fall even harder, the look that was in his eyes proved you so wrong.

Tommy was about to light the grand finale of the fireworks, and Joel made his way back to you. He and Tommy sobered up in time to light all of the fireworks responsibly, which you were grateful for.

“Hey baby.” He said softly, pulling you into his side gently.

“Hi handsome.” You respond, leaning your head on his shoulder. Tommy ran back toward the crowd of people as the fireworks were ready to shoot off, and within seconds, the first one shot into the air with a loud boom. Then came the second, and the third, but by the fourth, you were completely enamored in the man that is Joel Miller.

You heard the crowd “ooh” and “aah”, and while you could see the fireworks from your peripheral, your focus was solely on the man in front of you.

“I’m in love with you, Joel.” You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. Your eyes never wavered from him as you wrapped both arms around him. His head snaps down as his eyes find your gaze, and you can see the beautiful hues of purple and gold of one of the fireworks reflecting in the beautiful brown eyes of your lover.

“Darlin’,” Joel breathed, his eyes soft and face displaying pure adoration. “I’m in love with you too. I love you. So much.” He cups your face with both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones.

“I love you, Joel.” You semi-whispered, but he still heard. He didn’t waste time in pressing his lips against yours, holding your face in his hands like his life depended on it.

There was absolutely nowhere else in the universe that you felt safer in than in Joel’s arms—

the arms of someone who cherishes you, adores you, and loves you with his whole being.

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xtom-darling-x17 · 1 year

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My Christmas List

19th December - Smut

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary - You and JJ bicker all the time but what you didn’t expect.. him wanting you.

Word count - 1527

Tw - Smut (unprotected sex, praise kink, oral sex)

“Guys!” Kiara looked between you two, Sarah and John B sitting on the couch cuddled up, “Can you stop fighting for once,”

“Tell that to Y/N, she moved my slippers,” JJ whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yh because guess what?” You scoff, pointing at him, “You don’t put your shoes up, expecting people to trip over them,”

“Yh, she does have a point J,” John B tenses, pulling a face as he Stretches out his body.

“Oh, why is everyone taking her side now!” JJ scoffs, throwing his hands up.

“We aren’t, JJ,” Kie established, “We are telling facts,”

“Maybe if you was a bit more tidy, JJ,” You make your point, “Then we wouldn’t be arguing,”

“I’ve had enough of this, not like you don’t throw your clothes around the room either,” JJ walks out to his claimed room, slamming the door.

You sigh and sit down, another fight between you and JJ breaks you further. You don't mean to be mean to the boy but he fuels your fire so much, you can’t help yourself.

“Y/N, just let him cool down..” John B sighs, “He will come around,” he pats your leg, “Mean time you want to come with Me, Sarah and Kie to Pope’s?.. we are just going for a drive,”

“No, I’m good,” You sigh, feeling lost without JJ by your side at the moment. You feel awful how angry or annoyed he gets at you, when you just try to help him.

“Are you sure?” Kiara asks, “We don’t want you to get hurt by being with JJ by himself, we know you like him,”

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine. As John B said, I’m sure he and I will eventually, sort out our differences,”

“Mm, ok,” Sarah nodded, “If you need anything then ring us up, we are here for you,” she gives you a hug.

“I know, guys,” You smile, Kiara joining in with John B.

“Right see you later, alligator,”

“Yh, see ya,” You see them get into the Twinkie and drive off, leaving you all alone with JJ. You wonder what he is doing, most likely trying to collect himself and cool off.

You lay your head down on the couch closing your eyes to all of a sudden feel a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You mumble, shifting your body around, looking at JJ confused.

“Get up.. I want to show you something,” With No explanation you let yourself follow him into his room, feeling intrigued.

“What is it JJ?” You ask again.

You couldn’t see JJ anywhere until you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist and a set of fluffy, blonde locks nozzling you into your neck.

“Is this why?” You turn around into his hold, raising an eyebrow.

“Not exactly.. but yes,” JJ clears his throat, “I’ve never hated you, I’ve always admired you,” he fiddles with his fingers behind your back.

You make a bold move and place his hands on your hips, letting his hands squeeze them.

“What changed?” You curiously asked not wanting to push him but so.. Desperately wanting to know.

“I heard that you like me back,” JJ pulls you closer to his lips but not touching them. After, you feel your cheeks blush brighter and his fingers making shapes on your hips.

You have welcomed the warmth of JJ with grace a long time ago. You know this because when you get near him, it automatically turns into a blushing mess.

“That I do,” You nod, confirming his words.

As you said those words, rough yet soft lips press onto yours passionately. You pull away with your breath hitting a really funny sound.

“Y/N, if you don’t want me..” JJ rushes his words, you cut him off by kissing him.

“I want you too, J,” You look at him into his beautiful blue, icy eyes.

“I know this is a random question but since it is the season,” You moan into JJ’s lips, “Just say it, baby,” JJ smiles.

“What is the one thing you would want for Christmas?”

“You,” JJ blurts out with no mercy, breathless looking at your beauty carved out just for him as he goes down to take your panties off.

“Me?” Your eyes go wide.

“Why are you looking so shocked, princess?” JJ lifts you onto his bed and then spreads your legs apart.

“JJ,” you moan, feeling a finger being shoved into your wet, tight pussy.

“Yes you!” JJ growls, “I want you, All of you.. you are on my Christmas list,” he confirms, “God you're so tight!”

“Fingers or tongue baby?” JJ asks, wanting to know how to prep you.

“Both..”

“Such a Greedy little princess,” JJ sticks his tongue into your pussy, “Mm, I like it,” he moans as he is giving you exactly what you want. Loving the taste of you on his tongue, he proceeds to push two fingers into you.

“I didn’t think you would want me at all,” You confessed your harsh inner feelings of doubt.

JJ pulls his fingers out making you whimper, “Listen to me,” he comes close to you, “I know we are always somehow arguing but if I didn’t want you.. I must be delusional, Y/N,” he reassures you, “It’s always been you and it always.. will be you,”

“JJ,” You began but got cut off by him.

“Shh, let me show you my princess.. just why you are on my Christmas list!”

JJ lays you back down onto the bed, he strips his shirt off himself.

“Yes, JJ,” You giggle as you feel his tongue slip back inside of you, making you smile.

“God you taste sweeter than I’ve ever thought,” JJ groans, his hot, wet tongue going into your tight, wet pussy deeper. You whimper, clenching your thighs around his face.

JJ chuckles expecting your reaction, pumping two of his fingers deeper into your core.. his tongue teases your clit.

“You feel that baby?”

“Yes,” You breathless sigh.

“How does it feel?”

“Good.. so good,” You whine letting out a moan of his name as he hums, speeding up his actions.

“Mm, I can tell you are close..” JJ groans, Impatiently wanting to feel you cum on his tongue, “Cum for me, princess..”

“JJ,” you gasp, for two reasons your mind blowing high your having now.. and how the fuck? Did he know you were so close?

“Good girl,” JJ grins, kissing your forehead.

You kiss his lips tasting yourself, he slips a tongue into your mouth, taking your jaw to pull you closer into his lips.

“Mm, I want your cock,” You boldly said, giving him a twinkle in your eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” JJ smirks, unbuckling his trousers, “Lay back down, princess,”

You obeyed waiting for him, “Oh.. my, you're still so wet for me,” JJ winks, making you blush harder.

“It’s ok, I’m going to take good care of you!” JJ promises, hands go onto your hips as he bottoms out his large length into you.

“Feel good?” JJ checks, he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Mm,” You nod, JJ uses his initiative for once and starts moving. You hold onto his shoulders keeping yourself as close as possible to him.

“Fuck,” JJ groans, “Such a good girl for me.. wanted to feel you for so long,” he litters kisses all over your face, neck, collarbone and shoulders.

“JJ,” You moan loudly, his name feels so good off of your lips.

“Please go deeper!” As soon as you expressed your words, JJ engaged to move his hips harder, deeper into you. Colliding his large cock into your cervix, you couldn’t get anymore cock drunk except from him.

“I love your pussy princess, it’s milking my cock so good!” JJ groans, throwing his head slightly back as he buckled his hips to make his thrusts even deeper.

JJ is determined to kiss your cervix with his cock.

“Yh, baby?” JJ almost teases you with his words, “you like when I go deeper?” He whispers into your ear, getting closer to your chest.

“Is my baby going to cum?” JJ groans, wanting so badly to come inside you.

“Yes, JJ.. please let me come,” You scream, “JJ,”

“Cum for me,” As soon as his words hit your ears, you release all over his cock. Him following you, emptying his hot, thick load into your cunt.

You lay on JJ’s chest all snuggled up, sleeping together with the covers over you.. you went for another two rounds plus a quick round for a shower.

No wonder why you both are so tired..

The pogues came back to the chateau with Pope included. They all smile as they hear peace and quiet, peeking through the door to see you both in his bed cuddled up under the sheets.

“Told you guys,” John B grins, “They needed some time alone together,”

As they all shuffle back to the living room what they didn’t see is.. just moments later..

JJ shuffling, peeking an eye open as his strong, toned arm brings you closer to him. He smiles at you, his sleeping beauty.

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obxone · 9 months

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Seven)

Edited-ish. ~2.1k words

Tag list: @fishingirl12 @gillybear17 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gills-lounge @emmafitzzz @redfieldfx @baby19sthings

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“What about this one?” You step out of your bathroom, pulling your hair over your shoulder, and you spin once. The skirt flares out slightly before settling back around your legs.

“It is perfect.”

“You said that about the last one,” you mutter with a frown while pushing your hand down the skirt of the sundress. “Mav, I want to look great for your parents. I really want them to like me!”

“And they will.”

You roll your eyes before reaching for your sandals. “It will have to do. I should’ve asked Sarah or Kie to borrow something.”

He is sneakily quiet before his arms snake around your waist to pull you back against his chest once your shoes are on. “You look beautiful. But there is something else I need to ask you before we go...”

“And that is?” You ask, tipping your head back to look up at him.

He leans down, his lips brushing your lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your mouth drops open, and he grins, enjoying the shock he has triggered in you. “Wow.” You cling to his hand that is pressing against your abdomen. He smiles, his lips finding your cheek after. “Yes, Mav, I would love to be your girlfriend.”

He grins, spinning you to face him. He kisses you quickly.

“Now, take me to meet the parents,” you giggle against his lips at how ridiculous it is to be meeting his parents after only being official for a few seconds.

He agrees, and you lead him out of the house and to the car. He opens the door, helping you in before jogging around to his side. The drive is quiet, a low-volume song filling the car as he squeezes your hand in your lap. Your breath hitches in your throat when he turns onto a paved driveway. Many cars line the drive, and all are luxury cars screaming that it is a full-on kook party.

“Relax, they’ll love you.”

Your eyes narrow at him. “Do you not remember what I told you at The Wreck?”

“I do, but I don’t believe it.”

You huff. “You’ll see… Boyfriend.”

He grins, liking the label, while he gets out and jogs around to help you from the car. You cling to his hand, the warmth of his arm pressed to your side while he leads you through the house. You try not to gawk at the grandeur of it or the glimpses of hired party staff scurrying around. They are likely all from your side of the island, The Cut. The feeling of being out of place begins to set in, especially when you catch sight of Mav's mother.

“Mom!” He calls when you both step onto the back deck. “We’re here!”

“Mav, honey!” A platinum blonde woman rushes forward with a mixed drink in her perfectly manicured hand. She is gorgeous and perfect down to the smallest detail. “Your father just asked about you!"

“I’ll go say hi then,” he smiles before gesturing to you. “Meet y/n. The girl I’ve been telling you about.”

“The stunningly beautiful and lovely girlfriend, yes,” she beams before she hugs you tightly for a moment. “I’m Blair.”

You blush, looking at him in slight surprise that she already knows when he had only asked you moments before. He leans down and pecks your lips before disappearing without a word. The mischievous glint in his eye tells you that you are the newest person to learn about the title.

“Let’s get you some lemonade and mingle!” Blair hooks her arm through yours. “I will dish all the housewife drama for you.”

You laugh and go with her, hoping to stay in her good graces despite your track record with other parents.

The party grows over the next hour, and you stay beside Blair while Mav mingles with his father’s business partners. You do not miss the seersucker, Polo, and Calvin Klein outfit choices that are shared amongst them all. All replicas of the host, who is on his second Old Fashion since your arrival.

“You have a plethora of admirers,” Blair murmurs as she comes to a stop beside you. Her cocktail glass is still full despite all her mingling, and that bright smile is still painted on her face.

You blush, looking for a Mav in the crowd. “My son is one of them. And I am proud he has found someone who looks at him the same way.”

You smile, cheeks warming again.

“But then I see the way Rafe Cameron is looking at you, and I’m concerned…” She turns to you, and that perfect smile falters for a millisecond. “I'm told you grew up here. So, that means you know the Cameron boy?”

You falter, your gaze finding Rafe in the crowd of guests. Those haunted dark blue eyes are staring back at you, sending an uneasy fire down your spine. He had been watching you for a while now.

“I used to. A long time ago.”

The moment is interrupted before she can elaborate on how dangerous the darkness in him is as Mav's arms snake around you, and you lean back against him, grateful for the reprieve.

“Hey, Beautiful! Having fun?”

“She’s learning all the dirty Figure 8 secrets,” his mom teases. “Of course, she is having fun with me.”

“Reese, Ben, and Kelce are here. They are asking for you.”

"Me?"

He grins. "Yeah... my girlfriend."

You blush but give him a nod, nervous about interacting with them. Especially if Rafe and Topper are both here. Reese and Ben are more tied to Mav, but Kelce is in thick with Topper and Rafe from what you have heard and seen. You know Rafe is here, but you are not sure about Topper yet.

“Fine, fine,” Blair relents and grins at you before Mav leads you back onto the perfectly manicured grass and to the group you are already familiar with.

“There she is!” Reese grins, giving you a side hug before gesturing to a pretty brunette close by. “Y/n meet Natalie, my girlfriend.”

“Hi!” She grins at you before giving you a warm hug. “Nice to finally meet the girl that has Mav and Reese gossiping nonstop.” Before Mav or Reese can protest her words, she continues. “Oh! And this is Ben.”

"They've met Nat," Reese speaks up quickly.

You smile brightly, bumping fists with Ben after he raises his closed hand for you. "Yes, hi again, Ben.”

“Hey.” He grins. "And you met Kelce at the clubhouse too, right?"

"Correct."

"Hey," he lifts his glass tumbler in greeting, and you smile at him before glancing over your shoulder when his attention shifts in that direction, a frown on his face where a smile had been seconds ago.

You spy Rafe heading towards your group, and your grip on Mav’s hand tightens. He turns to see what you see. You do not catch the frown on his face at the sight of one of your least favorite people getting closer.

You want to throw something at Rafe. A chair. A wine glass. Anything to make him disappear and not be here. Especially under the watchful gaze of Mav's parents.

"Rafe, glad you could make it." Mav's voice is strained as he greets him. You are missing something. And you become keenly aware of it when Reese and Natalie move closer to Mav and you.

"My pleasure," Rafe grins over the rim of his glass. "Especially with getting to see Kildare's finest ladies all dolled up."

His eyes cut to you, and no one misses it. It is painfully obvious, and you swallow down the bile that threatens to rise in your throat. Normally, you would have blushed and spit a witty remark at him, but Blair's words bounce around in your head.

The cool press of Natalie's fingers on the inside of your arm snags your attention. And you exhale a breath you do not realize you have been holding. "Y/n, please come with me to freshen up. I need a girl's opinion on my lipstick choice."

"Of course," you murmur and peck Mav's cheek, glancing briefly at Reese and Kelce in a silent plea to keep Rafe in check before following her inside.

She is quiet until you get to the bathroom with a shut and locked door. You stay silent even then as you watch her fish out a Dior lipstick while explaining she already has her color and applies it to her lips.

"Rafe said something, didn't he?" Your voice cuts through the dreadful feeling that is cloaking the confined space.

She glances at you in the mirror before frowning. "Yeah."

"When?"

"Two nights ago, at a poker night." She caps the lipstick and tosses it back into her bag before lifting herself onto the counter. "Reese said Mav didn't say much, but he knew Rafe had hit a spot."

"Mav did not say anything when I saw him today... or Reese."

She shrugs. "Maybe that is because Mav knows that you are his girlfriend and Rafe isn't an issue."

You frown, looking down at your hands. "You all think I'm a terrible person, huh?"

"Please," she snorts. "The guys don't care as long as they don't embarrass their families. And you are no embrassement. Not in the slightest."

"And you?" You lift your chin to look at her.

She shrugs. "I was Ben's girlfriend last fall. I have no room to think or say anything." She can tell that you do not buy it and huffs before smoothing her hand over her dress. "Mav really likes you, and I can tell you feel the same about him. Screw Rafe Cameron. And screw your past."

You smile, then exhale. "Thank you for suggesting an escape. Rafe likes to be a prick and will bait anyone to get a response."

She grins and hops down before patting your hip. "It's what friends are for. Now, let's go find my parents. My mom is dying to meet the girl that took Mav off the market."

You blush but follow her out of the bathroom and back outside.

After the party is over and Blair and Benedict have gone upstairs for the night, you find yourself curled up against Mav’s side. The lush grass is a welcome feeling after standing and mingling for so long.

“Everyone liked you today,” Mav murmurs, his lips moving against the crown of your head.

“I liked them.”

You want to talk about Rafe and ask what he said at poker night, but you are not sure if he wants to touch the topic or if you should even let him know you are aware of it.

“Nat really likes you.”

You smile, dragging your hand over his forearm, tracing a faintly visible vein. “Yeah… we have a spa day in the works.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

You tip your head back to look up at him. “What’s on your mind, Boyfriend?”

He laughs and falls back into the grass, pulling you with him. The sun had set thirty or so minutes ago. Stars twinkle down at you, and you snuggle into his warmth, enjoying the moment.

“You dated Rafe.”

It is not a question, and you do not intend to respond like it is.

“When I was 15.”

The silence extends out, and you want to look at him to see what he is feeling or thinking, but you are too scared to let yourself do it.

“What happened?”

“I realized I was being used, and that I would never fit in with his lifestyle, so I broke up with him.”

He is quiet, his fingertip skating over your shoulder. “And you started dating that guy from the beach?”

“I did.”

He is quiet for a moment again before he shifts, his body practically covering yours as he hovers over you. “They hurt you, didn’t they?”

You nod, unable to answer him because of the emotions sticking in your throat. Tears sting your eyes as they threaten to escape at the raw feeling that is surfacing from his words.

“Just like your dad.”

You nod again before you exhale and look away as a tear slips down the side of your face and into your hair. Mav is silent after that, staring at you as all your scars are put on display for him. The realization that he noticed every little thing since meeting you sinks in because he chose to pursue you despite it all.

His touch is gentle when he eventually grips your chin between his thumb and index finger to guide you to look at him. “You deserve so much better.” He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “I promise to do better than they did.”

(Chapter Eight)

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The man that I am

Part 3

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Pre outbreak Joel and Tommy, move to a small town in Canada. After Joel's daughter Sarah dies from a tragic accident. Joel meets the reader and falls in love. She helps him move on from his grief. And he starts a new life with the reader.

Notes

◇ There is an age gap between the reader and Joel, the reader is 19, and Joel is 35.

◇ There will be an outbreak in this story, but first, I'll start pre-outbreak. Tess will also come in later in the story.

◇ HI, this is my first Joel fanfic. I feel like this will be bad, but I'm going to try to write this anyway. I had a dream about it, so I kinda want to make it true, lol. I'm also Canadian, so that's why they are in Canada, lol. But they will make their way back to the USA.

Y/N led Joel to a hill that overlooked the vast farmland, surrounded by trees that provided a cool shade from the sun. They rode up the hill, which was steep and bumpy, until they reached a clearing where a big tree stood, casting its shadow over the surrounding grass. Y/N and Joel got off their horse and tied it to the tree, and she pulled out a colorful blanket from her bag.

She spread the blanket on the grass, and they both sat down, admiring the view. The sky was clear, and the sun was starting to set, casting a warm, orange glow over the landscape. Y/N turned to Joel and smiled. "My dad used to bring me and my siblings out here all the time to look at the stars at night," she said, her voice filled with nostalgia.

Joel nodded, taking in the beauty of the place. "It's a beautiful place," he replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The breeze was gentle and cool, and the sound of the nearby stream added to the serene atmosphere. For a moment, they both sat in silence, taking in the peacefulness. Their hands were inches from each other. Y/N couldn't help but let her hand touch his.

Joel was taken aback by Y/N's boldness. He had always seen her as sweet and innocent, but now he was seeing a different side of her. She seemed determined to get to know him better, even if he wasn't willing to let her in.

"Why does it feel like you planned this?" he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

Y/N let out a playful giggle, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have. "What if I have?" she dared to ask.

Joel cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I don't think you understand what type of man I am, girl," he warned her.

But Y/N didn't seem deterred. She turned to face him and said, "Joel, I wish you saw what I see in you. I think you're a great man, and I don't think you can change my mind about that."

Joel was surprised by her words. He didn't think anyone saw him that way anymore. He had made mistakes in the past, and he was still paying for them.

"You don't even know me," he replied, his voice more rough than she had ever heard from him. "You just know what I've allowed you to see so far in our small talks here and there."

Y/N didn't back down. She looked at him with unwavering eyes and said, "Then let me get to know you. Let me see the man behind the walls you've put up. I promise you won't regret it."

"I don't think you understand what your asking for kid," Joel answers, shaking his head slightly. Y/N turns to him, almost looking offended by his words. "I'm not a kid," she replies, crossing her arms. Joel can't help but smile at her, finding her tenacity and determination endearing.

"I know you're not a kid in the literal sense, but compared to me, you are," he says gently, trying to make her understand the gravity of the situation. "I'm sixteen years older than you, Y/N. And while you might be acting bold right now, we both know you're an innocent family girl. I think you need to find a nice, wholesome guy around your age, someone who can relate to your experiences and share your values."

Y/N's face falls at his words, and Joel can see the hurt in her eyes. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he knows he needs to be honest with her. He can't let her think that there's any chance of a relationship between them, not when he knows how wrong it would be.

"I'm sorry if that hurts, Y/N," he says, placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort. "But I have to be realistic here. We come from different worlds, and I don't think it would be fair to either of us to pursue anything more."

Joel feels a pang of sympathy for her, wishing he could take away her disappointment. But he knows he can't change the truth of the situation.

Without warning, the sky darkens, and heavy raindrops begin to fall. Y/N quickly stands up, feeling panicked. Joel stands up too, noticing how flustered she seems. He takes off his jacket and holds it over her head to shield her from the rain. "We should get back," he says, looking at her worriedly.

As they walk towards the horses, Y/N's foot slips and she starts to fall. Joel quickly moves to catch her before she hits the ground, but in doing so, he loses his balance and they both tumble down together. Y/N lands on top of Joel, but he's more concerned about her well-being than anything else. "Are you okay?" he asks, looking up at her and checking to see if she's hurt.

She assures him that she's fine, but they both stay there for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes. The rain is falling harder now, but they don't seem to mind. They both feel a strong connection between them and without saying a word, they lean in and kiss.

It's a soft, tender kiss at first, but it quickly becomes more passionate. Joel can't believe how good it feels to kiss her, and Y/N feels like she's been waiting for this moment for a long time. They both let themselves get lost in the moment, forgetting about everything else around them. The rain is the only thing that can be heard, creating a romantic backdrop for their first kiss.

Y/N quickly regains her composure she pulls herself off of Joel and mounts her horse. Even though this is all she's been thinking about this happening since she met Joel. She remembers the promise she made to herself and the values she holds.

She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, but her mind keeps wandering back to the kiss. It was a mistake. She can't shake off the feeling that she's crossed a line.

Joel, on the other hand, is equally perplexed by the sudden turn of events. He had thought that he was being clear with her, that he didn't want to lead her on or give her false hope. But then, in a moment of weakness, he had given in to his own desires and kissed her. He's not sure what to make of it, whether it was a mistake or a sign of something more.

As they ride back to the ranch, the rain starts to let up, and the sun peeks through the clouds. Y/N keeps her distance from Joel, lost in thought and unsure of what to say. Joel, too, is lost in his own thoughts, replaying the kiss in his mind and wondering how to make sense of it all.

When they finally reach the ranch, Joel dismounts, and Y/N looks down at him. He looks at her with a mix of regret and confusion, and Y/N can see the turmoil in his eyes. "We need to talk," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

Y/N feels a sense of panic rise within her. She's afraid of what Joel might say, afraid that he might not feel the same way she does. "I have to get home, my parents will be worried wondering where I am," she says, cutting him off, and quickly rides off, leaving Joel standing there looking stunned.

After that day, every time they ran into each other, it was awkward. Joel tried to speak with her, but Y/N always made an excuse to avoid the conversation. Joel felt confused and frustrated, not knowing what to do or say to make things right between them.

Meanwhile, Y/N felt scared and unsure of what to do. She wanted to be near Joel and tell him how she felt, but she was afraid of scaring him off. She knew she was completely in love with him, but she also had a strong desire to wait until marriage to do anything intimate. When they kissed, she felt guilty for compromising her values. Y/N was also afraid of Joel turning her down, especially after he had already rejected her before they kissed. They had created a complicated situation, and neither of them knew how to move forward.

Joel has been struggling with his feelings for Y/N for some time now. But he finally decides that he needs to put an end to this confusion and asks Maria for Y/N's number.

After a few deep breaths, Joel calls Y/N, and she picks up the phone, sounding anxious. Joel tries to sound firm and gentle as he apologizes for what happened between them. He tells her that he knows he shouldn't have let the kiss happen and that he's sorry for putting her in that situation. He also reminds her of their age difference and tells her that she deserves better than him.

Before Y/N can even say anything, Joel hangs up, leaving her feeling devastated. She can feel tears streaming down her face, and that night, she cries herself to sleep, unable to stop thinking about Joel and their unrequited feelings for each other.

Part 4

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Her name is Sarah 15(Bucky Barnes )

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York’s street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 15 (Part 14)

"Don't worry… I'll bring it for you" Bucky declared, before turning to go to his room.

However, a sweet voice made him roll his body to face the gorgeous woman once again who had just addressed him in the most respectful manner.

"Sergeant Barnes" the nameless lady spoke.

"Yes…" Buck managed to reply, caught up in the bliss of this newly felt anticipation.

"Please... could you bring me the baby's blanket too?" The lady asked, truly taking Bucky's breath away with her kind request.

"Sure" he assured, before finally disappearing to fetch those things from his room.

And in no more than a couple of short minutes he was back with the things , which he kept on the coffee table and left to make the nameless woman and himself a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee.

After the woman made sure that this stranger wasn't able to see her, she exposed one of her breasts and helped her baby to latch on her nipple to feed him. And immediately covered her breast and the baby with the blanket she had told the Sergeant to bring, in order to give her son some privacy while he is being fed in case the blue-eyed stranger came in front of them.

Shortly after, Bucky was back with the cup of caffeine and decided to keep it on the same coffee table in front of the breastfeeding woman. The truth being told, the man was dead shy for coming in front of a lactating woman. To an extent that he couldn't even meet his eyes properly with hers . He took a seat across from her on the single couch and kept his cup of caffeine opposite hers. The situation was made emotionally worse for the Army veteran when he realized that the lady had asked for a blanket because she wanted to cover her breast… and some of her deep wounds from his gaze. He still couldn't meet her ambers ... It was as simple as that for him.

However, he tried defeating his fear, by lifting up his nervous gaze… but poor soul... his attempt came to a halt abruptly when during one of his humble darings, the blanket slipped off letting the woman's irritated nipple to his gaze as the baby was fully satiated.

It was exactly that moment when the blanket slid down and the beautifully enlarged wet nipple sprung out of her child's mouth, exposing her full breast to his Siberian eyes... that he couldn't help but admire for a solid two seconds, before the beauty of this woman was shadowed by the painful scars she carried on the same bosom...caging this image in Bucky's head for a lifetime, perhaps. He lowered his eyes but that image never dropped from his mind… Those two relaxed seconds were enough for him to see the cigarette burns right above her dark pink areola… How the sharp knife cuts stained the fullness of her breast, all these scars kept his mind busy and his head down low in a silence that indicated grief.

"I am sorry...I… I shouldn't have asked you to feed him here… maybe he didn't eat as much as he would with you alone…" Bucky spoke, seeing that the baby had fallen asleep on her mother's beautifully enlarged pink nipple after she helped him to burp.

He felt so lucky, being perfectly able to see the enchanting view of this heart melting scene.

" No... it's fine… don't feel bad about it …" the woman assured, and continued admiring her baby, unaware that she had her bosom exposed , " he likes being with me… he always falls asleep on my chest" She added, staring at her child dreamily.

"Nothing compares to a mother's skin, to her warmth, to your warmth…"Bucky spoke, letting his tongue slip at the end of his words, disclosing his deepest thoughts, making him bite his tongue silently . Because… the poor man was so lost in this moment, that he truly wanted to feel the woman’s warmth. There was this new burning sensation in his heart … the desire to feel this woman’s tender skin. Oh ! How he cursed himself for thinking such a way for this woman …who most probably would hate any sort of male touch after what she has gone through.

To his luck, the lady did not mind the comment in the way Bucky meant .She still thought that he was referring to the motherly affection that her son enjoyed. So carefully, she adjusted her bra and her dress buttons and looked at the warm beverage right in front of her.

"Is this coffee?" The lady asked, bringing the man out of his thoughts to meet her merry gaze.

"Yeah…" he replied, drawing a compassionate smile on his countenance.

Bucky's smile was reciprocated by the woman's lips and she began thinking of where to keep her baby so she can have the drink.

"Wait a second…" Bucky said, before disappearing to come back with the newborn's pram that Natasha had bought for the lady and parked it in front of the large sofa where the woman was currently sitting.

" Allow me... "the blue-eyed man softly requested the woman to let him hold the baby.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, staring at this new and weird object for her, she passed her bundle of sleeping joy in Bucky's protective arms, that he carefully placed in the pram.

" On these occasions, the pram comes very handy… well... more actually... it will be quite helpful for you when we go out... you can carry your child with you everywhere you go…" Bucky spoke, after taking his seat back across her on his single couch.

"Go out?"

"Yeah" Bucky insisted, intensifying his gaze on her.

"Will I ... ever go out of this house?"

" Yes …of course… there's a beautiful world outside of these four walls…that I am sure you will be thrilled to see and explore…" The man spoke, with honesty absorbing every word that came out of his mouth.

"But …what if he finds me…?" She said, with fear masking her prior sudden hopefulness.

"Great than! I will get the opportunity to break his bones if he tries to come near you!" He remarked, smiling, deliberately wanting to lighten the still nameless woman's mood, " Trust me… I won't let anyone harm you… and if this monster comes in my sight … I swear… I will make him regret every single scar he gave you… I won't hold back" Even after giving his assurances, Bucky couldn't shush the sadness away from the gorgeous set of amber eyes.Yet ,the woman flashed him a sad smile familiarly at the man sitting across her.

" Try the coffee... otherwise it will get cold " Buck,reminded the woman, in an attempt to bring her out of the worry.

" You are right," the lady whispered, and tried what would immediately become her favorite drink, a warm cup of cafe au lait .

The joyful excitement that shone on her face after the initial sip was what made Bucky go into another exchange of words with the young lady.

"You like it?"

"I do… it's so... comforting... and it smells so good…" the woman described the taste, in between sips while the amber of her eyes became a mirror of her heart's happiness.

During this moment, his memory kicked in and he took out a small plastic jar from his pocket and kept it on the table, attracting the lady’s gaze towards it. “What is this?” She asked, making Bucky's mind numb.

Notes:

hi guys!!!! thanks a lot for your love and support to this story ! I hope you like the new chapter of this story , as Sarah is learning more about her surroundings and her bond with Bucky is getting stronger. I trully hope you liked the awkward scene that eventually took place in bucky's living room.

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If It’s Wrong, I Don’t Want to be Right Part 4 - Inside the Mind of Joel Miller

Summary: This part is written in third person to get Joel’s thoughts and perspective on the events so far.

Word count: 786

Joel pretty much knew he was fucked from the get go.

He had tried so hard to avoid the pretty girl he and Tommy had helped on their way back from hunting. He tried to pretend his heart hadn’t flipped the first time he saw her. The way she handled herself had reminded him of Tess.

Tommy had been onto him pretty much from the get go. You don’t grow up next to someone without learning a thing or two about them. He saw the brief look of admiration on Joel’s face when they rode up on her taking on two clickers by herself. In Tommy’s opinion, Joel had been trying just a little too hard to ignore her. He hadn’t even bothered to learn her name until Tommy made it a point to introduce them. Joel didn’t know what Tommy was playing at - he was not a people person.

He ignored her when she flashed her pretty smile at him. Boy, that pissed her off. She was not one to be disrespected. Admittedly, it caught him off guard that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. People mostly walked on eggshells around Joel, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his perpetual bad mood.

Although he felt bad for giving her so much shit, he secretly liked watching her get fired up. Joel always did like strong women; there’s just something hot about a woman that can handle herself. It didn’t help his situation that she paraded around town in little cutoff shorts that she looked oh-so good in. He fantasized about their encounters ending up with him buried inside her.

No one was more surprised than Joel when he ended up in her bed. He regretted not doing it sooner. It was incredible, better than he could’ve even imagined. They were fucking as often as possible like horny teenagers. If he wasn’t screwed before, he was now.

He thought about her often when they weren’t together. He found himself wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking. He knew she liked to read because he saw her sitting on her porch with a book a lot. Sometimes he would catch her laughing at the story and it would make him smile involuntarily.

He nearly passed out when he saw the explicit photo she slipped under his door. The little brat knew he had work that morning and would be unable to do anything about the instant erection the photo gave him. He had very much planned on denying her any orgasms as punishment, but watching her fall apart for him was as close to heaven as he knew he would ever get. How could he say no when she was begging him so beautifully to let her cum?

He loved making her cum. He loved the look of relief and pleasure on her face when he finally touched her where she needed it most. He’d never heard anything more beautiful than the sounds of pleasure she made while he was making her feel good. He especially loved it when her orgasm gushed out of her like a fountain, knowing he’s been the only man that could illicit that response from her.

He felt a pang of guilt when she seemed surprised he called her pretty. To him, it was obvious, but he couldn’t believe he’d let so much time pass without actually vocalizing that fact to her. She was under the impression that he was only attracted to her when she was naked. Once he said it out loud, he didn’t want to stop. He was going to tell her how god damn beautiful she was every day.

He wanted to say so much more to her, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to admit he had actual feelings for her. He was afraid he would fall for her and she would realize he was just a broken old man - or worse, he would lose her like he lost Sarah and Tess. He was relieved when she didn’t push him for more. She seemed to understand without him having to say anything.

They were both content in that moment. He didn’t want her to leave that night. He wanted to know what it felt like to hold her all night and wake up to her face in the morning. He asked her to stay and she happily accepted. He held her and she fell asleep quickly. Even sleeping, she was so beautiful. He watched her for a little while, lightly rubbing circles on her arm. He kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes, letting the first restful sleep he’s had in a while wash over him.

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 10

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: Terminal illness (brief but there)

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: As Long As You Love Me Beautiful Soul

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23

Rooster

Maverick continued to push them all to the brink of their limits and sanity. Rooster, in particular, found himself more and more aggravated. It didn't help to overhear Hangman on the phone with Juliette briefly. Rooster couldn't determine what they were talking about, but then again, he probably didn't want to. The two of them seemed drawn to each other. Even after his and Hangman's near-fight in the bar, Juliette still gave Jake a second chance after what seemed like a heated discussion at the bar. It'd even ended up with Hangman giving her a kiss goodbye. Rooster had had to push down the bile rising in his throat at the sight.

At the end of training, Rooster had full intentions of heading to the Hard Deck with the others until he received a text from the last person he ever expected.

Admiral Kazansky.

That's how he ended up on the front porch of the old, familiar household where he used to spend so much time, some of which the adults never knew about. Rooster remembered Juliette, after he would get into a fight, sneaking him up into her room via the oak tree that still stood strong and steady next to his ex's childhood bedroom window. It was during one of those nights that they'd finally confessed their feelings for each other, and the rest was history until the day he walked out on her in a state of rage and damaged pride.

Taking a deep breath, Rooster knocked politely on the door. Sarah Kazansky opened it a few moments later, her eyes lighting up with joy at the sight of him. "Bradley! It's so good to see you, honey!"

She pulled him into a hug, and Bradley forgot how much he missed her. Sarah had become like a second mother to him, especially when his own passed away. He never said goodbye to her, just like he'd never said goodbye to any of the Kazanskys when he and Juliette broke up. He cut them out of his life like they were nothing after they'd treated him like one of their own, and he couldn't fathom how they could let him back into their life after that with grace and smiles. Then again, they were the Kazanskys. They were the epitome of class, strength, and family. No matter what happened, they were always there for each other and those they considered family. Rooster once found himself included in that group, but he'd forfeited his rights when he abandoned them.

"It's good to see you too, ma'am," Rooster managed to reply, swallowing his rising guilt.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah inquired, moving aside so he could enter the house. "If you're looking for Juliette, she's still at work, but she should be home shortly."

"I'm actually here to see Admiral Kazansky. He messaged me earlier."

Sarah nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

She led Rooster down the familiar hallway. Not much had changed other than a few more photos being added to the wall of memory lane, including one of Juliette at her graduation. She looked stunning in a dark blue and white dress, the nautical style no doubt a nod to her father's profession. Still, he could see through her bright smile the exhaustion in her eyes, easily missed by those who didn't know her. Next to her, Admiral Kazansky smiled alongside her, appearing equally tired and much skinnier than Rooster remembered, almost like he was sick.

"Honey, Rooster is here to see you," Sarah announced. No response came from inside the office other than a gravelly cough, but she moved aside and motioned for the young aviator to enter. Rooster obeyed, and the moment he stepped inside the highly-decorated Admiral's office, his heart dropped to his stomach. Rooster had been right about Iceman looking sick in the photos. The sight reminded him too much of his mother's illness and rapid decline. A knot of grief and terror that hadn't made its presence known in years reared its ugly head at the idea of the untouchable Iceman being afflicted by an illness. Other than wondering what could be wrong with the Admiral, Rooster wondered how Juliette was handling the diagnosis, whatever it was.

Iceman sat in his desk chair, flanked by two German Shepherds. They lifted their heads at the sight of Rooster but, judging him not to be a threat, lay back down.

Iceman stood up with effort, and Bradley moved to assist. The Admiral let him, holding onto Rooster with weak hands. However, the smile that graced his face told Bradley that Iceman still had spirit left in him, that whatever sickness he had hadn't taken all of him yet. The men sat down, and all Bradley could think of to ask was, "Sir, what happened?"

Iceman turned to the computer and typed out an answer. Throat cancer.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, letting the words sink in. Nothing he could say seemed to suffice for the gravity of the situation. An assault of memories flooded Bradley's mind of his mom's cancer, and suddenly, he felt like he was eighteen years old again being given the horrible news. Rooster thought he sounded like a child when he asked, "H-how bad is it, sir? Do you still have it?"

Ice nodded solemnly and typed another answer on the computer. It's terminal. There is nothing else doctors can do.

"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?"

Allow me to apologize.

"Apologize for what?"

For pulling your papers. It was at the request of a dear friend and brother.

Rooster sank into his chair. Deep down, he always assumed Iceman had some part in what happened. After all, Maverick would've needed help pulling Rooster's papers from the academy, and no other person in the Navy would've helped him do that except for Iceman, considering how many superiors Maverick had pissed off in his career. Rooster had let the idea fade because he was with Juliette, and he'd already lost his dad, mom, and Maverick by that point. He couldn't leave Juliette because of something her dad may or may not have done and lose her in the process too. Of course, he'd lost her anyway…

"How many favors did he call in to have my papers pulled?" Rooster asked, the question suddenly nagging at them.

All of them.

The answer gave Rooster mixed feelings. He understood Maverick had been terrified to lose him and would've done anything to prevent losing Rooster like he had Goose. Calling in all the favors, he had proved as such. On the other hand, Maverick's decision set Rooster back four years in his dreams. That was hard to forgive. Still, although Bradley wanted to be angry and upset, he was emotionally drained from his frustrations with Maverick and his useless pining for Juliette. He couldn't argue with Ice too, nor did he want to, especially with him being ill. "You were helping a friend, sir, and you apologizing is more than Maverick ever did. I appreciate it."

Thank you. I know you have not forgiven Maverick for what he did, but listen and learn from him. Accept what he has to teach you. It will mean the difference between life and death on this mission.

Rooster nodded, unwilling to accept Iceman's words, even though he wholeheartedly knew them to be true. Like Juliette, seeing Maverick after all this time hurt. As much as Rooster hated him for pulling his papers, he missed the man who had filled his father's footsteps. He'd been there for as many major milestones as possible, no matter how far the job took him. Rooster dreamed of being like Maverick since he was a kid, and he still wanted to be, a truth he couldn't voice aloud. Not yet.

Iceman patted Rooster's leg affectionately as if he could hear precisely the thoughts running through the aviator's mind. He then turned to his computer and typed out: One more thing. How are you and Jules?

"It's been tense," Rooster admitted, his heart tightening with the memories of the past couple of days. "It's hard when she hangs out with the same people I call my friends, not to mention she's kind of seeing Hangman, I guess, but I can tell she wants space from me, so I keep my distance from her."

I know you're upset with her, but-

"I'm not. Not anymore. Honestly, I forgave her not long after we broke up. What happened wasn't her fault, and there was nothing she could've done to stop Maverick even if she wanted to."

Does she know this?

Rooster shook his head. "No, sir, and I don't think it'd make a difference now even if she did."

You won't know unless you tell her.

"She would have to be willing to listen to me, and-"

A knock interrupted them, and Sarah poked her head in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rooster, what would you like to drink for dinner?"

"Oh, I'm not-"

"Honey, you didn't think Ice would invite you over at dinner time without having you stay for it, did you? Now, what would you like to drink."

Rooster smiled gratefully, although his nerves were going haywire. Juliette would undoubtedly be eating with them, and he didn't deserve to be treated like family when he'd left them hanging out to dry like Hangman did to his wingmen. "A beer, ma'am. Any kind is fine."

Sarah nodded and left the two men. Iceman pushed himself up, and Rooster stood with him. Keeping a watchful eye on the Admiral, afraid he might fall or need assistance in his frail state, Rooster escorted him to the kitchen. There, he discovered it wasn't just the three of them. Juliette wasn't home yet, but her older brother, Jack, and his wife, Lillian, moved around the kitchen helping Sarah.

"Well, I'll be damned," Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. "Rooster!"

"Hey, Whiteout," Bradley replied, shaking the man's hand and giving Lillian a hug. "Long time no see."

"It's been ages, brother. How've you been?"

"Good. Yourself?"

"Good, good. Have a surprise for you, by the way. Hey! Tommy and Liam, get in here!"

Two identical little kids, no older than five or six, barreled into the kitchen at full speed and into their father's arms. With ease, he scooped them up and said, "Rooster, meet my twin sons, Tommy and Liam. Boys, this is Bradley Bradshaw, a.k.a. Rooster, a.k.a. Brad-squared. Say hi!"

"Hey, there boys," Rooster greeted, holding his hands for them to high-five. They gave him a gentle slap, but he pretended to be knocked backward by the strength. "Oh my God, look how strong you two are! Your parents are going to have their hands full with you!"

The boys giggled, but their eyes lit up at the sight of something behind the aviator. At the top of their lungs, they screeched, "Jules!" Jack barely managed to kneel down before the twins leaped out of his arms and into Juliette's. She wore a sleeveless Navy blue business dress and white peep-toe stilettos. She looked stunning, but all compliments lodged themselves in Rooster's throat. He doubted he could say any of them without sounding like a love-struck, love-sick puppy.

"There's my favorite nephews!" she exclaimed, enveloping them in a hug. Like her brother, she scooped them up with practiced ease, holding them as if they weighed nothing. "You two want to take Raptor and Lightning out for me?"

"Yeah!" The boys exclaimed, struggling to be set down. They called for the two Germans to follow them, and Rooster watched them bolt out the back door. Sarah and Iceman watched them from the kitchen window, the latter resting his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"Hey, Jules?" Whiteout called over his shoulder while he pulled the roast chicken from the oven. "Could you go grab the remaining groceries from my car? You might need to make two trips."

"I'll help," Rooster offered, knowing Juliette wouldn't refuse the assistance in front of everyone. He needed to inform her that he hadn't intended to stay, to be here when she got home. Juliette desired distance between them, and Bradley wanted to respect her wishes. He followed her outside to Whiteout's Tahoe, and, as Juliette opened the trunk, he said softly, "I didn't know I'd be staying for dinner. Your dad asked me to come over and-"

"I know," Juliette interrupted, sliding a couple of grocery bags over her arms. She straightened and looked up at him. "Mom texted me before I got home that you'd be joining us."

"I'm sorry. I know you want me to keep my distance from you. I'll leave as soon as I can without seeming rude."

Juliette's brow furrowed. "Bradley, that's not- when I said I'd keep my distance, I didn't mean I wanted you to-"

"Jules!" Tommy (or was it Liam?) announced loudly as he sprinted over to them with the two German Shepherds on his heels. "They peed and pooped!"

Juliette raised her eyebrow at them. "And did you two pick it up like you're supposed to?"

"Liam did! He's washing it off his hands now!"

"Oh, God…" Juliette briefly squeezed her eyes shut in grim acceptance. "You did use bags, right?"

"Yeah, but the bag broke, and we didn't have another one, so we-"

"Okay, rule number seventy-eight with the dogs: if the poop bag breaks, we don't pick it up with our hands. We go tell the closest adult so they can get you another one, okay?"

Tommy nodded, but Rooster somehow doubted this would be the last time it happened as he watched the kid sprint back inside the house.

"Believe it or not, they're the tame ones," Juliette remarked, closing the trunk. "Their older brother, Mitchell, has grown into an absolute menace. He's either going to be a spy or a criminal, and there will be no in between."

Rooster chuckled, taking two of the bags from her. "I remember him being a terror. Are there any more groceries?"

"Not that I could see. I don't know why my brother thought this would be two trips."

"Hey, uh, what were you about to say earlier? Before we were interrupted by poop hands?" Rooster asked, trying to throw a little humor into the question to lessen any potential awkwardness that came along with it.

"I think my answer will cause a much longer discussion than what we have time for before dinner," Juliette replied, shifting the bags in her hand. "We can finish the conversation later, though, if you want? If it's not too late when we finish dinner?"

"Yeah, just let me know when you're ready." Rooster looked over at the old oak outside Juliette's old bedroom. "At least you don't have to sneak me in and out anymore when we want to have a conversation at night."

A sly, reminiscent smile flickered on her face, and for a few brief moments, the past disappeared between them. Rooster saw the old adoration in her eyes when Juliette stared up at him, the look he'd been dying for her to give him since their surprise reunion a couple of days ago at the Hard Deck, the look he'd only seen her give Hangman so far. Maybe, just maybe, Rooster still had a chance with her, as slim as it may be.

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cyberexo · 1 year

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FAR, FAR AWAY | Kim Minseok x Fem Reader

"his eyes sparkled as though god had taken a constellation of stars and placed them within his beautiful orbs"

you can also find this fan-fiction on wattpad under the username @mrkswrld

word count: 528

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You settled your bags by the front door, taking a step back to admire the shabby exterior of your new home that you just bought. The previous owner had just given you a quick tour and let you know of any immediate fixes you needed to get done so the house was liveable. He was suspicious of you at first, claiming that you seemed "Too young to live on your own, especially out here, smack in the middle of nowhere," and while he was right, you weren't going to fumble your peace so you simply lied.

"I'm older than I look," you fibbed through a tight smile, internally cringing at yourself. Your new home was surrounded by acres of green fields that probably went on for miles, the feeling of the cold breeze running through your hair combined with a beautiful clear sky, and warmth of the sun was enough to make you cry.

Finally, after so long, a soft smile made its way to your normally stoic expression. You were content.

The man who sold you your new home was long gone now, it was just you & Sarah, she is the one who took the day off to drive you all the way out here. The drive here was longer than your cab ride to the motel. The nearest location of civilisation was miles away, none you could easily reach, but that's what you wanted.

You heard her hop through the long grass to get next to you, her eyes studied your expression, making her smile. With a kind hand on your shoulder she asked, "So this is it huh?" there was a faint hint of sadness in her voice.

Even though you both haven't known each other that long, you both grew fond of each other quite quickly, she wasn't that much older than you, you told yourself you wouldn't share your heart with anyone else ever again, but the time you shared with Sarah broke that self-made promise. "Before I left the city, I left a really long note for my mom" you started, confiding in her one last time, "And in it I said that my number one fantasy is to go somewhere random and just disappear forever, no one from my old life would see me ever again... and now it's no longer a fantasy, for once, I'm getting what I wanted for a really long time. Although, it does pain me to leave you," your voice got quiet, tears threatening to spill, you didn't need to say another word for Sarah to pull you into a tight, loving, and warm embrace.

You both pulled away, arms hanging loosely around one another, "I'll write to you," you choked out, earning a laugh, "It's not the 1600s anymore, call me." She dug into her pocket for a piece of paper, it her was number, shoving it into your hands, "Well, I guess this is a good enough reason to not rip out the landline." You giggled out. There was another moment of silence between the two of you before you pulled one another into one final embrace.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N."

chapter 11

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Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him.

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.” You shrugged.

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was.

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Grammy Winner Husband - Harry Styles

a/n: okay, yall know im a suckr for dad content and i just needed to write this little fluffy thing. also MY BABY IS A GRAMMY WINNER IM SO PROUD OF HIM and also, Sarah and Mitch are gonna be parents???? my heart can’t take all this *sigh*

pairing: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Pregnant!Reader

word count: 1.3k

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“Congratulations once again, Harry. This Grammy looks great on you,” the interviewer compliments the grinning man who still very much feels like he is in a dream and his phone could start ringing anytime, ending this ethereal feeling of becoming what was only a dream when he was just a boy.

“Thank you,” he cracks a humbled smile.

“How are you gonna celebrate? Popping all the champagnes?”

“Honestly?” he sighs. “I just really want to kiss my wife, that’s gonna be my celebration,” he chuckles shyly, making every woman close to him swoon at his sweetness.

He accepts all the congratulations, the little shiny golden award weighing in his hands, not letting it out of his sight as he makes his way to the back to change his outfit back to something casual instead of the bold statements he has been making all night with his boas.

“Good night, Harry. Tell Y/N I said hi!” Sarah runs a hand down his back, grabbing his attention immediately. She’s gotten rid of her leather bodysuit as well, wearing just jeans and an oversized t-shirt, but her bump is making an appearance in it regardless. Mitch is holding his girlfriend’s other hand, their bags occupying his other as he smiles back at Harry with proud, shining eyes.

“Good night, you guys. Drive safe and thank you for tonight.” Harry pulls her into yet another hug, careful not to hold her too tight.

“Good night, see you soon,” him and Mitch share a quick hug as well, patting each other on the back before stepping back. Sarah’s hand runs down her belly, an instinctive motion Harry has seen quite often lately and not just from her and it reminds him how badly he just wants to get home to you finally.

While most performers and winners are probably out for some celebrations, champagnes must flow all directions, Harry quickly loads his things in his car and heads home to the one person he would ever want to celebrate with. It’s late, way past midnight by the time he arrives home and he has a guess where to find you.

Being the angel that you are, you left the lights on for him so he doesn’t have to blindly make his way to the bedroom. He kicks off his boots, drops his bag to the couch in the living room, placing the award on the dining table before padding down the hallway, the muffled sound of the TV and the strobbing lights of the screen still on in there, illuminating the doorway. He pushes the door that’s ajar open more, his smile immediately widening as he sees you curled up under the sheets, the TV remote still in your hands, your phone lying on the pillow next to your head while you’re fast asleep.

You swore you wouldn’t have problem staying up this late, but Harry knew it was not gonna happen, especially because ever since you’ve reached your third trimester bedtime was moved to seven o’clock, no exceptions.

Harry takes a second to adorn the beauty he has the luck to call his wife, before he quietly tiptoes into the bathroom connected to the bedroom to quickly wash up and get ready to his way of celebration: holding his pregnant wife in bed, falling asleep smelling your shampoo and maybe feeling a few tiny kicks under his palms.

Following a speedy shower he brushes his teeth, washing away the taste of that one glass of champagne he allowed for himself, he has been very restricted when it comes to alcohol ever since you found out you’re pregnant. Partially because he wants to take solidarity with you, having to say no to a good wine whenever you’re out for dinner, or a beer you occasionally drank with him while watching a movie. But he also feels like alcohol would just take away memories from his brain he wants to cherish forever.

Lifting the covers he tries to slip into bed next to you as gently and quietly as possible so you don’t wake up, but the moment the mattress sinks in under his weight, your eyes flutter open, blinking up at him sleepily as you register what’s really happening.

“Oh shit, you’re back! I really wanted to be awake when you arrive!” you pout at him as his arms curl around you, pulling you to him gently, his smiling lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s alright, baby. I know how tired you always are.”

“Yeah, but my man won a fucking Grammy! I wanted to jump at you the moment you walk in,” you giggle, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Congrats!”

“Thank you,” he smirks blushing softly. He is still not used to the title he has earned today.

“You looked so hot on stage, that leather suit was awesome,” you grin, cupping his face, turning it towards you so you can see his bright, shining eyes.

“Yeah? You liked it?” he shyly asks, his finger grazing on your belly, tickling you a little in hopes the little one inside is still up, or went to sleep just like his mommy. “Mm, loved it,” you grin, pulling him down for a sweet kiss, one he was waiting all night to finally get. “And I love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” he hums against your lips, his palm coming to connect with your bump. “How are you feeling?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against yours.

He knows how this third trimester has been on you, the swelling and back pains killing you but you never complained as much as he knew you could have. He admired your strength all through this pregnancy, from the way you handled morning sickness, all the mood swings and changes in your body to the point where you are now carrying a literal watermelon at this point, having left only three more weeks until the baby arrives.

“I’m good, a little hungry maybe, but what’s new,” you chuckle.

“You want me to make you something?” he asks right away, ready to get out of bed to make you a sandwich or bake you cookies even if that’s what you wanted. But you push him down back shaking your head at him.

“It’s fine, I can wait until the morning. I just want to kiss my Grammy winner husband stupid right now,” you grin before leaving a sloppy kiss on his chest, chin, nose and finally, his lips. Pecking your lips a few times he makes you lie on your back as he slides down and pushing your shirt up, his adorning eyes fall to your belly, hands coming to gently cup it.

“Hey there, little one,” he murmurs as he leans closer and kisses your stretched out skin just above your belly button.

“He hasn’t moved in a while, think he’s asleep,” you smile, fingers running through his curls as you watch him pepper your belly with more feather-like kisses. Harry has been ecstatic since you found out you’re having a boy, though he would have been just the same if it was a girl.

“S’alright, I’m just gonna wish him goodnight,” he smiles, pressing his cheek against your bump before he kisses it one last time, pulling the shirt back down over it. Climbing up he pulls you back into his arms, knowing how much you like being held normally, but since you’ve fallen pregnant, you’ve become especially cuddly, which he doesn’t mind a bit.

“I love you, H. So proud of you,” you huff, feeling your eyes closing. Harry grabs the remote and turns the TV off, placing it to his nightstand along with your phone before kissing the top of your head.

“Love you too. Thank you for being here for me,” he huffs, the smile never leaving his lips. He has never felt happier and more complete ever in his life.

“Always,” you whisper before drifting back to sleep.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Obvious

Summary | It’s so obvious, isn’t it? Maybe not to Bucky. But you’re going to make his first Father’s Day something to remember.

Pairing | Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Warnings | slight language, pregnant!reader, references to sex

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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At first you were positive you’d eaten something off and were suffering from a mild case of food poisoning. With your luck, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But then it lasted for more than a few days...and then some more after that. After a couple of weeks of denying that it could be anything but a mild stomach bug, you came to the earth stopping conclusion that it was something different entirely.

The signs were all there, and it wasn’t that you had been ignoring them but...you had been ignoring them. The idea that it could have possibly been anything but a stomach bug was terrifying. But there was only so much hiding you could do from Bucky before he came extremely concerned at the sight of you repeatedly hunched over the toilet. He insisted you go to the doctor and knowing him, if you didn’t comply, he’d throw you over his shoulder and take you himself.

After a little white lie of saying you’d go right away, you’d sneaked off to the corner drug store in search of those dreaded pregnancy tests. Bucky was off doing whatever the hell it was he and Sam did half the time, so you had a few hours to yourself. You felt like a criminal as you bundled up in a hoodie of Bucky’s and looked around furtively as you grabbed one of each of the tests and took them to the counter to pay before practically running home.

You felt so silly, so dumb as you had the six tests on the counter, while your phone slowly ticked down the time. All the signs were there - how could you have ignored them? The missed period - wait, was it two? You’d been so bad about tracking them, you honestly didn’t even know. The morning sickness, apparently not food poisoning, the extra sensitive breasts, the fatigue. It all seemed so obvious now.

You sighed as your timer went off and looked at the various tests.

They only confirmed what you had already accepted. Pregnant.

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You felt like you were floating on air as you walked out of the doctor’s office with some of the grainiest photos you had ever seen. But the only thing that mattered was the small little bean that you could clearly make out in the middle of them. Your little bean - yours and Bucky’s. Your baby.

It’d been a week since you’d taken the tests and made your little discovery. After that it had become a little game of hiding it all from Bucky - you wanted to tell him and soon, but you wanted to surprise him at the perfect time. You knew he’d be over the moon about it all. You’d talked about children, and it had been decided, especially since you’d been together for a few years now, that if it happened it happened when it would happen. But you just knew he wanted this - and honestly, so did you. Despite the extreme nerves it had set upon you.

So, you decided to play a little game with Bucky to see if and when he finally realized you were pregnant. Hopefully it’d be before you were showing - he wasn’t that blind after all. But you were going to have fun with this.

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“Hey Buck,” you were sprawled on the couch, resting your head in his lap as the two of you watched a movie on Netflix. It had been a long day and there was nothing you wanted more than a quiet evening in - this was nothing short of pure bliss. He made a small sound of acknowledgment as he gently played with your hair, silently telling you to go on, “what do you think you’d want to name our baby? Boy or girl?”

Sure, it was anything but subtle, but the way you had been resting your hand on your belly wasn’t either. And he hadn’t caught onto that either.

“Hmm, I’ve never really thought that much about it,” he mused as he looked down at you and offered you a soft smile. You grinned back at him as you grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “I like...and don’t laugh at me - the idea of naming a son Steve. Maybe a daughter Rebecca or Sarah.”

“Bucky,” you could see that despite his seemingly disinterested attitude, he had actually given this a lot of thought. You knew they were so much more than just names,”those are lovely names. I think any one of those would be a lovely name for our baby.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost timidly as you reached up and touched his cheek, running your fingers over his stubble as you nodded. He practically keened into your warm, gentle touch as his eyes closed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, bub,” you whispered as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, “let’s get to bed, huh? It’s getting late and I’ve just been so incredibly tired lately.”

“Come on,” he slowly ushered you up and off his lap before standing and stretching. You couldn’t help but admire him as a rush of love overwhelmed you. You really loved him more than anything - well him and your small bean now. Bucky effortlessly leaned over and scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he walked towards the bedroom, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Sarge,” you grinned as you rested your head against his shoulder, “but I almost feel like I’ve just got this...glow lately ya know?”

“You always do,” he promised with a kiss to the top of your head as you almost burst out laughing. So many not-so-subtle-hints and he still didn’t catch on.

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“Bub? You in the kitchen?” you called from the bedroom, knowing damn well he was there, finishing up a big weekend breakfast for the two of you. You tip-toed out of the bedroom, pulling on your - his - shirt to indulge in a lazy Sunday.

“I’m in here, sweetheart,” he looked up and smiled softly as soon as you came into view. He still looked at you as though you had personally hung the stars and moon, like he was still in the process of falling in love with you every single day, “hi.”

“Hi,” you walked over to him and motioned behind, “can you do me a huge favor and get me a glass of water and my vitamins? I left them on the counter.”

“So demanding,” you both were aware of the fact that he’d never say no to you. You took a seat at the bar, hopping onto your stool as you swung your legs back and forth and waited for him to either realize what was going on, or make some sort of joke. But instead he hummed some tune under his breath as he set a glass of water in front of you and grabbed your vitamins.

The man, this silly, lovely man, picked up the bottle of prenatal vitamins, opened them, and handed two of them to you before following up with your other supplements. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him in awe - you’d literally put it all in front of his nose and he still didn’t catch on.

Goodness Gracious.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he leaned over and kissed you gently before turning back to the stove. You watched him with a dumbfounded expression but slowly grabbed your water and vitamins and downed them, “anything you want do today?”

Alright. You were willing to push a little further and see if he finally caught on.

“There’s a new store that opened up downtown,” you said noncommittally, “they umm...have a lot of baby and kid stuff and I wanted to go ahead and check it out.”

“Sure thing,” nope. Apparently you were going to have to hit over the head with a two by four, “sounds good. We’ll go after breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, shaking your head in amusement, “sounds good to me too, bub.”

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It had been almost a month of dropping hint after hint, and they had been becoming increasingly less subtle. You were pretty sure that you could have just straight up told him you were pregnant at this point and he still wouldn’t have gotten it.

But you had one last little idea - Father’s Day had come around and you were going to make sure his first father’s day was special. Maybe it was silly to celebrate when the baby wasn’t even born yet, but you didn’t care - you just wanted to finally tell him.

The evening before Father’s Day, you’d let Bucky go to bed first, telling him you were just going to be a little longer, needing to finish up some work. He believed it hook, line, and sinker, and told you to join him soon. Once he was snoring soundly, asleep on his back with the gold and black vibranium arm splayed over your side of bed, you pulled out all the supplies you’d gotten.

You made quick - and quiet - work of blowing up multicolored balloons and throwing some confetti around. You’d regret it later but the surprise would be worth it. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed the newest sonograms you’d gotten at the doctor the day before and tucked them into the envelope along with the card you’d picked out. After writing on the card, you sealed the envelope and on the front side simply wrote Happy Father’s Day.

On the back, knowing how Bucky was, you scrolled one more little note. You left it all on the counter, along with the box of cupcakes you’d snagged from his favorite bakery, ready for him to discover in the morning. He’d be up before, and he’d have the little surprise to wake up to.

Hopefully this time the message was loud and clear.

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Bucky stifled a yawn as he slowly crawled out of the bed, stretching his stiff limbs. You were still all bundled up and lightly snoring with a little smile on your face. He reached down and gently brushed a lock of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly making his way down the hall, a confused expression crossed his features as he noticed the glittering confetti on the floor. How strange.

But as he walked into the living room and saw the ballrooms all over the place he was visibly confused. What on earth was going on? He picked one that was close to his foot up and played with it for a moment before lightly smacking it across the room. He perked up when he saw the colorful box on the counter, a clear giveaway that it was from his favorite place.

Shuffling across the room, he was ready to throw open the box and indulge in an early morning sweet treat when he was stopped by the card on top. He picked it up and instantly recognized your handwriting. Happy Father’s Day!

It must have been for your father...maybe this all was for him and your parents were coming over and he’d somehow managed to forget about it all. He would definitely hear about that later on from you. Shit.

No...he surely would have remembered that. He was old but his memory was still sharp. He felt the envelope beneath his fingers, noting that it was slightly thicker than a normal card. Curious. He flipped it over and his heart almost stopped when he saw what you had written on the flap.

Yes. This is really for you, James.

James. That’s how you knew you were being serious.

His heart felt like it was almost bursting out of his chest as he slowly slid a vibranium finger underneath the seal, careful to prevent any rips or tears. After what seemed like a millennia, he opened the thing and pulled out the card, along with the sheet of photos.

Bucky’s mouth fell open and formed a small o as he looked as he read over your sweet message in the card. Once he studied the grainy photos and realized that holy shit, this was your baby - his baby. You were having a baby! He inhaled - a shaky broken little thing as he fought back a few tears. After all this time, he was getting something he thought would only be a dream.

“Surprise,” you whispered so you wouldn’t completely scare him. You’d woken up a few moments after him, already missing his body and warmth as soon as he had left. You had tip-toed after him and watched him finally realize what you had been dropping hints about for almost a month. His reaction had been everything, priceless.

“Sweetheart…” he looked between you and grainy photos in his hand, his blue eyes gentle and glossy as you walked over to him, “we’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, bub, we are,” you promised, feeling tears well up in your own eyes as you carded a hand through his soft hair, “I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. But you, sir, do not pick up on anything. Baby names? Prenatals...the baby store? The continued morning sickness. For a moment I thought I’d have to have the baby before you realized what was going on. I wasn’t being subtle anymore.”

“Oh...oh,” he said as a dark pink blush crept into his cheeks, “okay now it all seems so clear. I guess I...man, I’m blind.”

“Yeah, old man,” you teased softly, “turns out that food poisoning was never food poisoning at all. It was morning sickness.”

“Shit,” he was incredulous, “a baby. I can’t believe it...how far along are you?”

“Almost twelve weeks at this point,” you laughed, “I was wondering if you’d realize before I started to show.”

His hands found your hips as he played with the hem of your sweater before slowly pushing it up. A warm, gentle touch found your belly as he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, offering you the sweetest kiss, “thank you.”

“For what?” you eagerly accepted his kiss and offered him a few more. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his body and holding you close to him. Soon it would be a very different type of closeness.

“For you,” he whispered, “for this...us - our family. I...it’s just that I never thought I would be good enough for all of this.”

“Of course you are, Bucky,” you promised softly, reaching up and touching his cheek, “you are a good man. You are. I love you so much, more than anything in this world. You are worthy of this, you have always been worthy. I will gladly spend every day of my life showing you that if I have to.”

“I love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I still can’t believe this is real.”

“I love you too,” you beamed, “now, how about you eat a cupcake and I’ll start breakfast. Then we can start telling everyone that you knocked me up!”

“It sounds so dirty when you put it like that - I like it. I’m sure we had fun doing it too,” he snorted as he opened the box of cupcakes, grinning when he saw that they too proclaimed Happy Father’s Day.

“What makes you think that, old man?” you bumped his hips with yours as you opened the fridge to get the ingredients for some omelets.

“Because we always have fun.”

“Cheeky!”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a lie,” He grabbed one and took a bite before offering you a taste, but you shook your head, “no?”

“It’s not me,” you insisted, pointing at the tiny swell that was slowly becoming evident, “the bean doesn’t seem to like sweets very much. At least not right now.”

“More for me,” he grinned as he pumped his fist in victory, causing you to dramatically roll your eyes before laughing, “hopefully the bean will be nice soon and let you partake. Oh…”

“Oh?”

“We have so much to do,” reality suddenly hit as his eyes widened and you laughed, “we’ll have to set up the spare room as the nursery. Your doctor’s visits - I want to come of course, and then all the stuff we’ll need when the they come-”

“James,” you put a finger to his lips as you quietly shushed him, “relax, bub. Breathe - we have plenty of time. There’s no reason to panic...today we’ll be lazy and relax, tomorrow we can figure everything out. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he visibly calmed down as you grounded him - just like you always did, “we’ll figure it out. We can do this.”

“Yeah, we can,” you agreed softly as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before kissing it. Gods, you really loved him more than anything, “Happy Father’s Day, Bucky.”

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obxone · 1 year

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For Me (Part 2)

Edited-ish -- ~1.5k words. (@roseshopper I hope you like the second part!)

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It was MidSummers and you were excited to go and enjoy a night dancing with your friends. “Honey?” Your mom called before stepping just inside your room. “These would be beautiful on you tonight.”

You turn away from the mirror and look at what she holds out in her palm. A satin cloth that held a pair of emerald drop earrings rested there. You gasp and gently run your finger over the stones. They were worn in one of the family portraits downstairs.

“They belonged to Grandma Cecile and she’d be pleased to see you wear them tonight.”

“Thank you!” You gently pluck one from the cloth to slip it in and secure it before doing the next one.

“Now let me see you,” she says, holding you at arm's length. “Beautiful. You look so much like your Aunt Poppy.”

“Are my beautiful girls ready to go dance the night away?” Your father asks from the hallway. Your mom shifts to stand beside you and he steps into the room. “Wow, you look so beautiful Sweetheart.”

You smile, looking down at the deep green satin gown. You had fallen in love with instantly when you tried it on at the dress store in town. It was a-line, backless with thin straps going over your shoulders to crisscross over your back, a slit up your thigh, and a subtle sweetheart neckline. Your hair was half up/half down with loose curls and now your earrings tied it all together.

“Let's not forget this,” Your dad approaches placing a delicate crown of small soft pink flowers and baby’s breath on your head.

“It’s beautiful!”

“Rose Cameron helped me pick it out when she ordered Sarah's,” your mom says fixing it to sit just right. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” you smile grabbing your clutch and following them down the stairs and out to the waiting car.

Once you get to the party true to their usual fashion your parents set off to mingle and you set off to find your group of friends first. “Sarah!” You smile grasping her hand and admiring her white dress. “You look so pretty!”

“You are gorgeous. I hope Rafe eats his heart out tonight.”

You blush before clasping her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. You quickly find your other friends on the dance floor, wine glasses already in their hands.

“Here!” Anna offers, and you take it giving her a wink. You swallow a generous sip before passing it to Sarah who laughs and does the same while ducking from her parents. You sway a little with the music before taking another sip and glancing to see Kelce, Rafe, and Topper standing not far away. Your gaze locks on Rafe’s and he drags his hand over his mouth. His eyes never leaving you. You bite your lip and turn in a small circle showing him your entire outfit. You smile at him and he shakes his head with a smirk knowing exactly what you are doing. After that day at the clubhouse, you had steered clear, not trusting that what he promised wasn’t just a promise to keep you both at that moment on the beach. But tonight, your confidence was at a max, the wine was delicious, and you may already have a slight buzz.

“Kelce,” you call and he looks at you, tipping his head as he drags his gaze down the length of you. “Come dance with me!”

He shrugs handing Topper his drink before coming to you. You grasp his hand while the other falls to your waist. You dance together and the other girls cat-call making you laugh. He dips his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I know you are doing this to rile up my boy, but I’ll play along.”

You bite your lip, blushing at being called out.

"Besides looking like you do in this dress, you deserve to be danced with." He flashes a bright smile before dipping you dramatically making you giggle.

“My turn with Sarah!” Topper approaches once Kelce has you righted back on your feet and Sarah blushes. He pulls her close and they dance away deeper into the crowd.

“Kelce, go spin Anna around on the dance floor. I need water,” you whisper and let him go. He shimmies to her making you all giggle. You pluck a glass of water from a passing server and step off the edge of the dance floor to watch your friends as they laugh and spin around each other.

Rafe’s hand brushes the skin of your back and you glance. He stands next to you, his fingertips skimming over your back. “You are stunning in that dress."

“Thanks!” You smile placing the now half-empty glass on the table behind you.“You look handsome in your suit.”

He watches you as you turn to adjust his bowtie, straightening it. His breath fans over your face and you look up meeting his gaze. You stare at one another for a moment, nothing said. His trademark charming smirk on his face. His hands slide on your arms, his touch warm and sending tingles through your body. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip and you shiver. Your body almost betraying your mind as the temptation to move closer floods you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You glance away over his shoulder, your cheeks warming at him noticing your absence. You try to maintain your composure while he touches your face, his touch gentle, tempting. “I told you what I needed.” You smile at him weakly before you lean up, hands on his chest, to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His hands move to your back, pulling you closer. But you step back only slightly and he stares into your eyes. His fingertips press into the skin of your back wanting to pull you back into him. “I hope you can be the man I know you are Rafe, I really do, because I would do anything for that man. But this new kook bro, I can’t stand to be around.”

You slip away from him then and start up the steps to go inside. You needed a second to gather yourself as your heart raced. You slip into the ladies' locker room and exhale bracing your hands on the sink. After kissing him that day on the beach you had thought of nothing else. He had been Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince, your whole life, but after that he was Rafe Cameron, the man who made your heart race and your mind spiral.

“Sweetheart?” Your mom enters right behind you. Her hands are on your hair and shoulder. “What is it?”

“I got too hot,” you murmur, closing your eyes. “I just need a moment in the air conditioning."

“Should I get someone to take you home?”

You shake your head, meeting her gaze through the mirror. “No, but thank you.”

“Okay,” she presses a kiss to your temple before going. You exhale and turn to lean back against the counter and shake your hands out. The stall opens and Kie emerges. You smile at her.

“Hi Kie, how are you?”

“I’m good,” she shrugs. “Would rather be anywhere else though.”

“Fair,” you smile at her. “I love the dress.”

“Yours too. Did you find it in town?”

You nod as she washes her hands before turning to you as she dries them.

“Thank you for a couple of weeks ago. Helping JJ keep his job.”

“Of course,” you smile, glancing as an older woman comes into the locker room. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

She grins at you. “See you around.”

You watch her go before you take one last look in the mirror before going back outside. On the exterior you looked perfect. You enter the hallway, but an arm hooks around your waist to pull you into an empty billiards room. Your back meets the wall and Rafe stares down at you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” Your hands are on his chest. You stare up at him and offer a small smile. “Rafe, I’m okay.”

He exhales, the tip of his tongue dragging across his bottom lip before he moves quickly. His hands cup your face, forehead pressed to yours as he leans into you, and you inhale sharply surprised.

“Be with me tonight?” He asks. “Please.”

“Rafe…”

“Tonight only, give me a chance tonight to show you.” His eyes search yours. “Please, Baby.”

Your lips part in shock at him begging you to give him a chance.

“Why do you want me Rafe?”

He presses closer, his lips ghosting yours. You shiver and tip your face up for more. “That’s why.”

Your eyes close and you inhale his cologne wanting nothing more to say yes. You open your eyes and stare at him a second longer before pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back briefly before stepping away and giving you space.

“Be with me tonight?” He asks again.

“Yes,” you respond, your voice breathy and goosebumps appear on your arms and back as you give in. “Tonight I will be with you and give you a chance.”

He smiles and it makes your heart race to see him truly happy at you simply saying yes.

“Can we go dance please?”

He grins before grasping your hand. “Yes.”

Part III

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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all this devotion is rushing out of me

summary // Bucky Barnes is beautiful. No ifs, ands or buts. But there was something exceptionally beautiful about him that you were desperate to see. (bucky x fem!reader)

or; bucky barnes blushing is reader’s kryptonite and all she wants is to see it.

words // 2.0K

warnings // (hi there is a brief brief allusion to a breeding kink in this but i don’t write smut so it’s nothing graphic) mentions of pregnancy & sex

notes // my second b.b fic also originally posted on my ao3 happy reading! i have more in the works!

Bucky Barnes is beautiful. There’s no doubt about that in your mind.

From his newly cropped hair to the smile lines forming around his eyes. Down to the stunning metal arm and god his thighs.

Bucky Barnes is beautiful.

But your favorite part, the thing of his that you find most beautiful, are his flushed cheeks and embarrassed smiles.

The way he turns red from the tip of his ears to the apple of his cheeks and turns his eyes away with a small, embarrassed smile always makes your stomach flutter. It was so beautiful and rare that when it did happen, you just wanted to bring it back.

So while visiting Sam and Sarah, Mission Blushing Barnes, was born in your mind. You didn’t really want to embarrass him, far from it, so you knew you didn’t want to do anything in front of Sam or any of Sam’s family. But, fuck, watching him play with the boys and make himself at home with the Wilson’s had something growing in your chest.

And you wanted to see him blush. If only to end the day on a high note. So you waited and waited. Until finally, it was you and him sitting on the edge of the dock talking about nothing.

“Louisiana’s nice, isn’t it?” He asks quietly as he watches the sun set. You nod but don’t respond, too busy admiring his side profile.

The slope of his nose and outline of his lips has your mind jumping for joy that he’s yours. That he’s the man you get to wake up to and comfort. You smile when he turns to look at you, bemused by your silence. “What’s up, doll?”

You reach out to place a hand on his cheek. “Just admiring you. So pretty.” You keep your eyes focused on his face, expecting a blush at the term pretty instead of handsome. All that comes though is a snort. You drop your hand with a frown.

Bucky rests a hand on your waist and drags you closer to him. “Gotta do better than that, doll. You’ve been calling me pretty for months now. I’m used to it.”

You open your mouth in faux shock. “I have no idea what you mean.” You say in a pitched voice as you rest your head against his shoulder.

Bucky shakes with laughter. “I know you like making me blush. Gives you some sick power high.” He mumbles the words into your hair as he gives you a kiss.

You smile. You know there’s no menace behind his words. You can tell from his relaxed body language and quiet tone of voice your little mission doesn’t bother him all that much.

“Is that a challenge, Sergeant Barnes?” You glance up and Bucky looks down at you exasperated. For a moment, you think the red will appear and you’ll have won a bet before it’s even begun. But…

A smirk slides onto his face, something cocky and bright, that makes your stomach clench excitedly. “Calling me sergeant outside the bedroom isn’t gonna make me blush, sweetheart.”

You laugh softly and Bucky presses another kiss to your hair. “What do I win if you can’t make me blush by the end of the night?” He asks after a moment of silence.

You purse your lips and think for a moment. “What do you want?” You ask when nothing comes to mind. “Because I know when I win, you’ll be worshipping me.”

“I do that anyways.” He says immediately, making you laugh.

“I mean… I’ll be in charge.” You clarify with a raised eyebrow. Bucky bites down his lip to stop a smile and you hope that the blush appears just from the mention of you taking over for the night.

He shakes his head. “And if I win, you wear that suit Sam made you.” You watch as his eyes flicker over you body, definitely imagining the skin tight suit Sam had made as a joke after your complaints of how fictional heroes dressed. You had laughed and Sam had given you the real suit moments later, the skin tight suit had been stuffed into your closet and all but completely forgotten.

“Sounds like a bet to me.” You pull back from his shoulder and hold your pinky out. “How about it, Barnes?”

Bucky leans down so his forehead rests against yours and with a wide smile he interlocks your pinky with his. “You’re on, sweetheart.”

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, until Sam’s voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Hey, weirdos! Come on, Sarah’s pulling out dessert!”

You scrunch your nose before hopping up. You don’t bother to pull Bucky with you, knowing his strength alone would probably end up sending you into the water. “Come on, baby, maybe we can steal some whip cream.” You wink as you walk backwards.

Bucky only laughs loudly and follows you. He reaches a hand out to stop you from walking off the dock and forces you spin around. “Strike one.” He whispers into your ear before running ahead of you to meet Sam.

You roll your eyes. Strikes weren’t a part of the bet and he knew it. He just wanted to psych you out. But you knew you could get that man to blush, you just had to find new material.

And you tried.

Leaning over when Sarah handed the ice cream and whispering as quietly as possible so only he could hear. “Forget the whip cream, ice cream might be a better bet.” Bucky looked down and shook his head before taking a bite of your chocolate.

Running your hand down his metal arm as you walked back to the Wilson’s. “Wonder what this arm could do to me.” Bucky had just looked down at you disappointedly. “You already know.” He hadn’t turned red, but you felt a little hotter.

You had even brought up the idea of sneaking in some adult time after the house was asleep. That had just gotten you a shocked stare as he pointed out the kids who slept upstairs.

It was getting late and you were getting desperate. It’s not that you really cared if you won or not, you know if there was something you truly wanted to try that Bucky wanted to as well, you would. You didn’t even mind the idea of wearing the suit for Bucky. The thought of wearing it even if you won had crossed your mind. You really just wanted to see his pretty face all red.

Then, the perfect thing happened. The kids were excited to mess around with Sam and Bucky. Both men were equally as excited to show off the shield and metal arm.

You hadn’t even started watching to find something to make Bucky blush, his bright smile and excited laughter as he and Sam pretended to fall to the boys power is what made you think.

Bucky wanted his own family. You knew for awhile Steve had been part of his family and when he come out of HYDRA, Steve was all that was left of it. He had you and he had the Wilson’s. But the two of you had spoken at length about your future and plans for your own family together. He was going on less and less missions and you had a steady job, so starting a family now made sense.

And you knew how you could bring it up and make him blush. It was an obvious win-win situation.

“Buck!” You call out. His attention is immediately turned on you as he stands up straight and finds your eyes. You wave him over and laugh as the boys tease him about being in trouble.

You’re standing on the back stairs and end up being a step above him when he comes to a stop in front of you. His hands come to rest on your waist naturally as he looks up at you.

“What’s up, doll? Not in trouble, right?” He smirks and takes a step closer.

This time, you match his smirk with your own. You rest a hand on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck. “Not at all, Buck. Just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughs gently. “You panicking? Cause I’m gonna win this bet?”

You hum in response and bend so you’re at eye level with him. “Was just thinking of how good you look with kids. I think you’ll make a great dad one day.”

The cockiness is wiped from Bucky’s face and replaced with a look much softer. “You think?” He asks quietly.

You nod excitedly. “Of course. I think you’ll make an amazing dad. I can’t wait to start a family with you.” You take a step down, so now you have to look up at Bucky. His eyes follow you happily. “In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You pause and Bucky furrows his eyebrows. You can tell he’s a little confused on where you’re going and that now he’s not even thinking about your silly little bet. Then you smile. “All I’ve been thinking about all day is you putting a baby in me, Bucky Barnes. I want it so bad.” You say the words softly as you flutter your lashes and smile alluringly.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he takes a shocked step back before looking down at you. Then you see it, starting from the tips of his ears and spreading over his cheeks. Bucky Barnes turns redder than you’ve ever seen.

“You…” He stutters as he looks around, like he wants to make sure that nobody heard the words that have just come out of your mouth. “Evil woman.”

You take a step forward to press a kiss to his lips. You can tell by his embarrassed smile that he can feel the flush on his cheeks. “Guess I get to be in charge when we get home.” You take a step back and turn to head back inside.

You feel a hand grip your own and look back at him. “Are you serious? About wanting a baby?” He asks almost shyly, like he’s worried the answer might be no.

You can’t even allow him to entertain possibility. You nod quickly and excitedly. “Of course I was, my love. I wouldn’t pull that out just to win some silly bet.” He lets go of your hand and an excited smile spreads across both your faces.

“Yeah? Gonna let me put a baby in you?” He asks, this time more excitement than embarrassment seeping into his tone and taking over his face. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist and you do the same.

“Yeah. I just might.” You scrunch your nose up at him and he does the same in return. “Might even wear the suit for you anyways, since you’ll be doing me such a favor.” You wink and Bucky laughs again. The two of you have gotten the attention of Sam and his nephews, but you’re sure they can't hear anything you’re saying.

“Think it’s you doing the favor.” Bucky leans in close and lowers his voice. “Having my baby. I know you’ll look beautiful. Fuck. I’m about to get us a flight home tomorrow.”

You feel heat on the back of your neck and butterflies in your stomach as you process Bucky’s words. “Gonna build our own little family, Barnes. Better get ready.” You laugh giddily as you lean forward to rest your forehead against his.

Bucky closes the small gap between you with a hard kiss. You press your body against his as he holds you tighter. The two of you are completely unaware of Sam’s shocked face or his hands rushing to cover the two children’s eyes.

“Gross!” He yells out and the two of you spring apart with embarrassed smiles. Bucky’s cheeks turn red again and that only makes you want to kiss him more. “That’s gross. There are kids here. And me. Nobody wants to see that.”

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away entirely. “I’ll see you later?” He asks as you begin to head back inside.

You nod with a mischievous smile. “I’m gonna go look at flights. I’m ready to be home with you, Sergeant Barnes.”

You laugh when a light blush graces his face again before he spins around and rushes back over to Sam and the boys. Sam punches him on shoulder and you can see the beginnings of a lecture, so you turn and rush up the stairs and head inside.

You rest a hand on your stomach. You’re unsure if it’s to quell the excited butterflies or because of your new plan to have a baby, but either way it makes you smile as you think.

Bucky Barnes was pretty when he blushed. Even prettier when it was the thought of having a baby with you that made him do it.

You would have fun with this.

notes // try and tell me the idea of only u being able to make bucky blush doesn’t make u warm inside u CAN’T!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes #buck barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #reader insert

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 5)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: swearing, violence, mild smut

Part Summary: You and Topper make amends. You two attend the end of the summer bonfire at the Boneyard. When JJ sees you guys together, things take a turn for the worst.

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Somehow, after hours of crying, you finally fell asleep on your bed. You're not quite sure when it happened. Your covers tucked nicely under you, wet from your tears. When you first got home, you immediately snuck up to your room, far from your parents. You ripped off your Labor Day dress, having already hated it, but you also took your aggression out on it. You changed in one of Topper's T-shirts that you stole sometime last summer... when you were hooking up. You had never been so close. Morning, noon, and night you were together. You were practically dating but without the titles. Actually, it was far deeper than that. You spent almost every hour together, you co-existing. You were acting married even though you were only teenagers. You guys just loved each other that much. If someone had told you then that a year from now you two wouldn't be talking, you would've thought they were crazy.

“Y/N!" You hear Topper in your dreams. "Y/N!" He repeats, then you process it's real.

"What the-" You rise from your laid position and spot the boy climbing in from your window in the dark. "Topper?"

"Hey! Sorry to scare you," he apologizes as he rises to his feet from a crawling position on your floor.

"Did you climb through the window?" You question, this wouldn't be the first time, but it nevertheless is mind-boggling to you how he can climb up the side of your house.

"Yeah, can you tell your mom to not have the gardeners cut the vines so short?" He complains with a chuckle, brushing down his Patagonia shirt.

"What are you doing here?" You yawn. Considering what he said to you just hours before, you can't help but wonder why the fuck he's here.

"I... I need to apologize," he stammers, taking a seat on the edge of your bed just by your legs. "Y/N, I'm so sorry! I was such a jerk to you earlier. I shouldn't have-"

Before he can even finish, you leap at him, pulling him into a pleading hug. "Jesus, I'm so happy you're here," you whisper against his shoulder.

Topper instantly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you. He releases a deep breath, not having realized until this moment that he couldn't breathe the entire time you weren't talking. "I've missed you!" He pulls back and brushes his hand across your cheek, bringing your hair back. "I missed you the moment you left!" He wears a smile of relief as his eyes glisten with tears threatening to fall.

"Never let me go again," you mutter, almost as a beg.

"I could never. I didn't," Topper explains in a rushed whisper, gripping your waist. "As soon as you left I was a mess, ask the boys! They had to talk me off a cliff. I came by earlier but your parents said you were still at Kiara's... which I'm guessing you were with JJ and the other Pogues..." His face falters and he avoids your gaze at the mention of JJ.

You bring your hand up and tuck your fingers under his chin, guiding him to look at you. His eyes meet you with defeat and it nearly breaks your heart. "JJ drove me back to John B's, but I had Sarah drive me home almost as soon as we got there."

"So you and JJ..." He can't bring himself to ask.

"We..." Your brows scrunch together as you realize you never really discussed it. "You know what, I didn't even know." Enough about JJ, you're just happy that Topper is here! You felt so empty all day, in a constant state of panic. Now, you can exist again. "I'm just relieved you're here, Top. I've felt sick to my stomach all day," you release a breathless laugh of relief.

"No, yeah you're right, no one else matters," he shakes his head, reaching for your hand on his cheek and taking it in his hands. "As long as we're good then everything else will be okay." He lifts your hand to his lips and gives them a needy kiss.

"Stay with me?" You ask softly as he does.

You see him swallow hard, pausing with your hand his lips. His eyes flicker up to yours with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "I was hoping you'd ask." A faint grin appearing on the edge of his lips.

You and Topper get ready for bed as you used to every night when he snuck into your room a lot more. You've shared a bed since breaking off your... arrangement. There was the ski trip and Bermuda, but on random nights when he couldn't sleep or missed you, Topper would find himself in your bed. You pull back your blankets, knowing to get on the side closest to the window, away from the door. Topper didn't need to think twice to move to the opposite side because ever in the case of an emergency, he's the closest to the door. He's always thinking of how to keep you safe and satisfied. As you climb in, Topper begins to remove his t-shirt and shorts. You can't help but watch as his clothes become a pile on his side. It's months since you two have done anything, but that doesn't mean you haven't thought about it. There have been opportunities, but you always try to be responsible and remember why you stopped. Topper doesn't notice your staring and wondering what it would feel like to run your fingers down his chest. He climbs in next to you and immediately guides you into his side. Instantly, you feel secure and wanted, which is all anyone ever needs. He brushes his fingertips up and down your spine gently while you rest your cheek against his bare chest. It's not a new feeling to you, but it certainly never gets old.

"There's a bonfire tomorrow at the Boneyard, wanna go together?" The boy asks, glancing down at you.

"As long as Rafe doesn't go wild as he did," you snicker, but you mean what you say.

"Don't worry about him, we had a nice long chat once he sobered up this afternoon," he insinuates and you wish you would've seen Topper go off on him. Then, you comprehend that it might've only happened because Topper was mad at you and Rafe was getting the side effects.

"He doesn't deserve you, Top." You mutter, lifting your head off his chest to place a quick kiss on his chest.

"That's how I feel about myself with you," he confesses as he peers down at you. "You've always been there for me. When Sarah cheated, you were right there and pulled me through it. The way I spoke to you this morning. I-"

"No, no, don't say that," you shake your hand repeatedly as you cup his cheek as you did before. He leans into your touch and you find yourself wishing to be closer to him, as though that's even possible. "I love you, Top. You're my best friend. I'll always be there for you. You've helped me in more ways than you could ever realize."

"I love you too, Y/N," he smiles, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. "So much..." he whispers against your skin.

His eyes flicker down to your neck and you remember last night in the kitchen. You brush your hand across Topper's cheek, pulling his focus back to you. His eyes and features falter at the evidence of JJ on you.

"I'm here with you! Okay? It's you and me," you try to emphasize.

He nods slowly, still feeling an ache in his chest, but relieved to have you in his arms. You're it for Topper. He would do anything for you, drop anyone for you, nothing is too much. You alone are what drives him and are the reason he wakes up in the morning. He would never admit it aloud out of guilt, but when he was with Sarah, he always compared her to you. He doesn't fully know why he dated her, maybe because he felt you slipping away when you realized that you no longer wanted to hook up. He couldn't lose you so he tried to replace you, but he quickly realized that was impossible. No one could be you.

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Topper woke up before you and let you sleep, pondering having you in his arms. Your legs entangled in his, your arm across his chest along with your cheek. In the light, he finally notices you wearing his shirt. A faint smile forms on his lips at the sight. He has you here with him, not with JJ or Rafe or anyone else who's pining after you. You're his.

You've spent the entire day together on Topper's boat. It couldn't have been more perfect. The hours slipped by without either of you two noticing. Topper has been energized and enthusiastic about everything, all because he has you back. Around ten, you and Topper arrive at the Boneyard for the final bonfire of the summer. You wear distressed white short shorts over a black tank bodysuit with a matching black Chanel belt. All finished with the pearl earrings Topper gave you for Christmas last year.

Topper keeps you close, his arm around your waist as you walk toward the crowd of teenagers. "I'm so lucky."

You peer up at the boy with a giggle. "Why?"

"I have the most beautiful girl in the OBX at my side," he flirts.

You turn your attention ahead, struggling to hide your blushing. "You sound like Rafe."

Topper steps around to walk backward in front of you. He locks his fingers through the loops of your shorts and pulls you into his chest. "At least he and I agree on something." He grins, resting his hands on your hips.

You playfully roll your eyes but find it hard to hide your amusement. "You're such a cheese ball."

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," he announces before planting a quick peck to your temple.

You nod, stepping back toward the shore as Topper holds onto your hands until the last minute. "Okay, I'll find us a spot by the water."

"Be right there," he winks, offering you a mischievous smirk.

For a second, you watch Topper jog off to the stack of coolers by the cement wall. Is it possible to be too dependent on someone? You know that if you and Topper stopped talking completely that you wouldn't physically die, but emotionally it would destroy you. You smile, knowing that you two will grow closer because of your fight. It taught you a valuable lesson. It took losing Topper for you to fully comprehend how much you need him. Turning on your heels, you head toward a log facing the shore. It's far enough from the chaos to give you and Topper some privacy, but close enough to still be included in the festivities. You two are both social butterflies, but today has been about you two and you want to keep it that way. You sit down on the log, content watching the small waves crashing against the sand just a few feet away. The light of the moon shimmers on the water, making it looks like lines of crystal.

"Want a drink, Princess?" A familiar voice asks over your shoulder

You glance up to see a

"Wow, you look extra Kooky tonight," he remarks under his breath as he brings his cup to his mouth.

You glare at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Let's play a game!" He blurts out. "How many items that Y/N is wearing are designer?"

You roll your eyes, realizing how drunk he is because JJ isn't like this. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Just the right amount!" He answers swiftly before moving on. "My guess is all of them, but I can't be too sure. You'll have to take off your clothes so I can check what's underneath."

"You wanna sit for a second? Maybe cool down a bit?" You offer, gesturing to the space beside you.

His expression shifts from carefree to hurt. "Why do you care?"

"JJ..." You sigh, peering up at the boy with immense guilt.

"What?!" He tosses his arms up at his sides, losing some of his drink in the process. "You come here with Prince Charming, acting all coupley!"

"It's not like that-" You try to explain calmly.

"Not according to Sarah!" He counters in a shout. You nervously check over at the crowd, making sure no one heard him burst. "You two planning your next trip to Bermuda?!"

"What!" You whip your head back around toward JJ. "What did Sarah tell you?!" You fly up to your feet, stepping toward him defensively.

"Did you sleep with him?!" JJ yells again and you're sure others heard him this time.

"Excuse me?" You gasp at his audacity.

"After you left John B's, did you go and find him?!" He elaborates with a breathless laugh. He steps closer to you, getting in your face. He doesn't care if others listen or if he's making you uncomfortable. "After you kissed me and slept in my bed, did you go and sleep with Topper?!"

Abruptly, you feel a hand pressed to your back and see JJ being shoved backyard.

"Hey! Back off man!" Topper growls, suddenly at your side.

JJ catches himself from falling after a second of stumbling. "Oh and here he is now!" He laughs, tossing his cup to the side. "Your knight in shining armor!"

"I think you should go, man!" Topper warns between his teeth.

Topper's arm slips around you and grips your waist protectively. You watch JJ as he glares at Topper's arm around you.

"Don't "man" me, alright! Touch me again and you'll lose a hand!" JJ threatens.

"JJ!" John B calls for his friend as he runs toward you from down the beach. Kiara, Pope, and Sarah are close behind him. When JJ doesn't react. John B shouts again. JJ! Come on, let's go back over to the fire."

"No! Not until she answers me!" JJ screams, yanking his arm free.

Pope, Kiara, and Sarah watch in distress as JJ and Topper go back and forth. None of you are sure what to do.

"Answer what!" Topper barks, stepping toward JJ defensively. You grab his arm, keeping him back.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Is your name Y/N?" JJ laughs mockingly. "That Kook Academy doesn't do you guys any favors for your intelligence does it?"

Pope steps around to block off his friend. "Just cool down, buddy!"

"I knew you were Kook, Y/N, but I would've never marked you as slut," JJ shouts at you over Pope's shoulder.

Topper breaks free of your hold, charging at JJ. John B grabs Pope and yanks him out of Topper's way. Now block-less, JJ runs at Topper. His face is red with aggravation. You could've never imagined seeing JJ look so enraged. The person he was with you the other night was entirely different. He was kind, gentle, understanding. You don't recognize him. Topper shoves JJ hard enough to make the boy fall back onto the sand.

Topper tackles JJ into the ankle-deep water, immediately punching him in the jaw. The two grunt, struggling to get the upper hand. John B attempts to pull Topper off.

"Topper!" You yell desperately.

"JJ!" Kiara yells from the sidelines.

"Enough!" John B barks at the pair as Pope runs to assist.

The crowd by the bonfire starts to figure out what's going on a few yards away and rush over to watch. Pogues and Kooks each cheer for their fighter. Kelce and Rafe show up, pushing through the crowd to help out their friend.

"Topper! Get off of him!" You plead as your best friend continues to press JJ's head under the water.

JJ manages to punch Topper in the cheek, making the boy lose his balance for a second. Despite hating each other, Kelce and Rafe try to help out John B and Pope.

"Guys! Quit!" Kelce commands, pulling at Topper.

"Top, you'll kill him!" Sarah screams from beside Kiara.

You want to go stand with them, but at this moment you're not sure if they want anything to do with you. Sarah and Kiara are Pogues. You're not just Y/N right now, their friend. You're a Kook during this Kook vs. Pogue fight.

The boys manage to yank Topper off of JJ. The blonde Pogue flies up from beneath the surface, gasping for air. Topper falls back onto the sand in a seated position. Topper continues to fist JJ's collar and as he's shoved off, ripping JJ's shirt down the front. You notice the large purple and blue bruise on JJ's chest and freshly heeling cut down his neck to his collar bone. JJ frantically reaches behind himself, searching for something. Then, things take a turn for the worst when he whips out a gun. The crowd that watched the fight with amusement now scatters in a panic.

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Topper's eyes grow wide as he starts to scoot back, holding up a hand pleadingly.

Kelce and Rafe bolt away, John B and Pope rush out words, trying to calm JJ down.

"JJ!" John B yells at his friend. "What the hell?!"

"Oh my god!" Sarah's hands fly up to her mouth.

"That's right! Bet you didn't think I had that did ya?" JJ grins wickedly at Topper.

"Topper!" Kelce attempts to collect his friend but halts when JJ points the gun at him.

"Everyone back off!" JJ orders, rising to his feet, returning the gun's point toward Topper.

Without a second thought, you sprint across the sand. You slide in front of Topper, the waves splashing against you.

"Y/N! No!" Topper screams as soon as you land in JJ's path.

"Y/N!" Sarah and Kiara shout your name in unison.

JJ hesitates when his eyes land on you. You see him lower the gun a little and Kelce takes the opportunity to pull Topper from the scene.

"JJ please..." you beg of him.

Your heart is racing, but you're certain JJ won't hurt you. Despite his evident pain and anger toward you, he won't do it. You remember the boy from the other night, the one who spoke to you with such admiration. That boy wouldn't harm you. You know he's in there beneath this tough facade.

"Y/N! Come on!" Rafe wraps his fingers around your arm and drags you away.

While he's distracted by you, John B swiftly steals the gun from JJ's hand and begins ushers him away to their circle of friends. The Pogues swarm JJ, all talking over each other.

Rafe frantically cups your face, checking on you. "Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." You mutter, glancing over your shoulder, watching John B talk to JJ down the beach.

"No cuts? Scrapes?" Rafe panics.

"No..." You shake your head absent-mindedly as you’re too distracted by observing JJ.

"Are you okay?" Kiara checks on JJ worriedly as you watch from a distant.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" JJ rushes out, still agitated. "Fuck this man!" He swears, then his eyes land on yours with surprise. He hand’t expected you to be listening or even care.

You two stare each other from across the beach. Guilt consumes his features and sympathy breaks you apart as your vision lands on the wounds covering JJ’s torso. Rafe brings you over to Kelce who has Topper catching his breath against a tree.

"Dude's fucking nuts, man!" Kelce curses, all fidgety beside you.

As soon Topper sees you coming, he pushes himself off the tree and rushes to you. His arms engulf you as he presses you to his chest.

He squats down to be at your level, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re so stupid, Y/N! You just jumped in front of a gun! Why would you do that?!”

“Because it was pointed at you!” You justify desperately.

Topper's eyes soften. “You’d risk your life for me?! Are you crazy?!” A soft, breathless, laugh escapes him.

“Of course I would you idiot!” You remark with frustration. How could he possibly think you wouldn't? You'd do anything for the boy.

“God, I love you so much," he mutters, placing a hand on either side of your head and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?” You check his body in a panic.

“Yes, yes I’m okay!” He assures you. “Let’s get out of here before things get crazy again."

Your eyes grow wide. “Agreed!”

He looks over at you and Topper doting on each other. It makes him even more pissed off. "Great! Go baby him! Tend to your Kook Prince, you Princess!" He yells across the beach.

John B covers his friend's mouth. "Shut up, JJ!"

"Jesus JJ!" Pope huffs under his breath.

You and Topper snap your heads in JJ's direction. As a result, Topper pulls you into his side securely.

“We'll text you guys later!” Kelce calls out to you both as he and Rafe start backing toward their cars.

“Stay close to me,” Topper slips his into yours, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m never letting that psycho Pogue anywhere near you again!”

When you arrive at Topper's car, he opens your door for you. He keeps a sharp eye on the Pogues that remain on the beach. When John B or any of them glance our way, he glares daggers in their direction. Once you climb in, Topper reaches in and begins to buckle your seat belt as though you were a toddler in a car seat.

“Topper I think I can put on my own seat belt,” you

“I know, Sweetheart. I’m just..." he stops his action, kneeling beside you. "I guess I’m still a little scared. I was so afraid when that gun was pointed at you, I... I couldn’t breathe. I can never lose you, Y/N,” he rushes out, becoming emotional.

Your emotions become bottled up as a lump in your throat. You rub your fingers through Topper's hair and plant a kiss on his forehead. His hands glide around your waist to your back, hugging you needly. His head rests against your chest as you cradle it.

Abruptly, he breaks from you as a thought pops into his mind. “Promises me that if there’s any dangerous situation like that again, you run!" He instructs sternly. "You don’t do anything reckless for my sake!”

You shake your head frantically, already rejecting his words. “You would’ve done the same thing for me! You basically did!” You justify.

“I’m seriously Y/N!" Topper stands his ground. Eagerly, he takes removes your hands from his hair and squeezes them in his own. "I could never live with myself if something happened to you! Never again!”

You want to argue with him on it, claim that if he's going to be protective of you that he must understand that you'll be the same. Yet, nothing escapes you. Instead, you simply nod, not wanting to fight at this moment.

He nods, satisfied by your compliance. “I love you, you know that right?”

You nod. “I love you too, Topper."

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JJ fell into a dark abyss of self-deprecation and destruction after the bonfire. The Pogues all drove back to John B's, but as soon as they got there JJ disappeared as he did the day before. All they can do is wonder where he goes. If they knew that he was at the bar searching for his dad half drunk, they would be stopping a second fight for the day.

JJ can't help but feel responsible for it all. One minute he has you. You're right there. The next, you're gone, in the arms of Topper of all people. He wants to know if anything from the other night was real for you. Was he just a game to you? You're the Princess of the OBX, you can have anything you want, including JJ if you asked. Is that what happened? You wanted him for a night and then got bored and went back to your fellow Kook. He wishes he hadn't let you down. He wishes you were here. He wishes that he could hold you again and feel you in his arms. Waking up next to you was the best moment in his life and he fears he'll never feel that sort of peace again.

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You Topper spend the night at his house, too afraid to be apart. Late into the night, Topper struggles to fall asleep as he holds you. Your back is pressed to his chest as his hands rest against you underneath his shirt you're wearing. Every time he tries to close his eyes, he envisions what could've happened tonight. You could've been shot. Topper could never live with himself if anything happened to you. Moving slowly to not wake you, he rolls onto his back and reaches toward the nightstand for his phone. He begins to scroll through social media and text messages, responding in the group chat between you, Kelce, Rafe, and himself. You've all agreed to go to lunch tomorrow at the Club with some other Kooks from the bonfire.

You stir next to Topper, making the boy pause for a second. When you roll over still asleep and curl into him, a wave of relief rushes over Topper.

“Go back to sleep,” you yawn.

Topper jumps at the sudden sound of your voice. “Shit... sorry Beautiful, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I’ve been awake. I could feel you overthinking," you whisper, scooting closer into his side.

“You could feel me thinking?” He repeats with a hint of confusion.

You hum, as it makes perfect sense to you. You hear the sound of Topper pushing his phone back onto the side table. He rests his now free hand over your arm that lays across him. After a couple of minutes, you can still feel the tension radiating from him.

“I’m okay, Topper,” you tell him to ease his nerves.

“I know, I can’t just help but review the course of events in my head. What if he didn’t hesitate? What if his hand slipped? What if-“

“Enough!” You fly up to prop yourself up on your elbow. You stare down at the worried boy with sympathy. "You’re okay! I’m okay! What’s done is done and all we can do is be safe from now on. We’re safe!” You reach up and comb your fingers through the side of his hair. “Okay? It’s just you and me here.”

Impulsively, Topper extends his neck and slams his lips to yours. You sit stunned as the kiss rides out its course. You and Topper go months without anything intimate and within two days, he's kissed you twice, breaking every ruled you two have made. When you don't react, Topper breaks from you with a startled expression, as if he wasn't comprehending his actions.

“Y/N, I'm sorry! I-“

Before Topper can finish his sentence, you press your lips to his hungrily. You're not sure why, but you need him. Topper is your kryptonite, the bittersweet reality in your life. Forgetting his regret, Topper immediately sits up, resting against his headboard. You take the opportunity to straddle his torso and he keeps you steady with his hands on your hips. It's been ages since you've made out, but it's like riding a bike for you two. You know what each other likes and what gets the other going.

"I've missed you so much," Topper whispers against your jawline as he moves down to leave marks on your neck. He aggressively attacks your sensitive skin where evidence of JJ remains. Deep down in the back of your mind, you know Topper is parking his territory for JJ to see later. Your skin has become a battleground for the two. "I've missed this."

"Me too," you pant, silently wondering if you truly mean it in the same sense as him.

Though you chose to kiss Topper back and want to, you can’t understand why JJ’s face enters your mind the moment you do. As you deepen the kiss with Topper, you chase the sensation he’s giving you. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel, it's familiar and reminds you of a time when you were carefree. Yet, your thoughts remain fixated on JJ. You want Topper, but all you can think about is JJ.

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