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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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minnochu · 4 years

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Wonderwall (pt. 7)

Yoongi x f!Reader

Cursed | Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated Wonderwall. Mostly because I’ve hit a wall in the storyline and where I want to take this story. I know it was kind of a big WTF AUTHOR when I made Cursed a figment of Reader’s coma-induced dream, but yknow... I love angst like a mf ;’).

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The meeting with the solo artist goes without a hitch. You take the instructions from the general manager seriously, doing your best to learn and memorize as much as you can so you don’t hinder Yoongi. It keeps you busy at work, and that gives you a sense of purpose and confidence. A feeling you were missing before the incident, and now you feel invigorated and motivated to meet Yoongi’s expectations as his assistant.

Everything seemed great, nothing could knock you down.

Beyond work hours however, this has to be the fourth time now that Namjoon can’t make dinner at home with you. The following morning of the first absence, he stumbles into the kitchen when he wakes up with your side of the bed empty. His hair is an absolute mess, eyes distraught and groggy as he looks around in a state of panic to find you at the stove. You had heard his loud shuffling from the bedroom, doors whining from being ripped open and closed. Arms had wrapped around you from behind, his nose buried into your hair with a relieved sigh.

It had momentarily relieved you to feel him close to you. Almost making you forget of his prior absence.

“I thought I lost you again,” his baritone voice, laced with the remnants of sleep, whispered into your neck that morning, his hands quivering at your waist. You almost hated yourself for even having any minuscule ounce of contempt for him leaving you to have dinner by yourself. The poor man was probably scarred by your attempt at your life, waking up with you gone must have been terrifying.

It had only made you feel worse about your growing interest in Min Yoongi, like you were taking Namjoon’s love and throwing it on the floor, stamping all over it with your feet. All for what? A coma-induced dream? A man who you knew nothing about, only from the made up persona your mind had made up of him.

Nights like these, however? You didn’t feel remorse. Your phone feels like it’s burning into your thigh, weighing down and tucked into the pocket of your dress pants. Declining Hoseok’s offer to walk you home once again, you find yourself perusing the local market for a beer and maybe some quick meal you can fix up for yourself. After the first two times the dancer had walked you home, you felt like you were only becoming a bother to have him take you home constantly.

You assume Namjoon has dinner before he returns home in the ass crack of two in the morning, your dinner for two usually sitting nicely in the fridge - untouched - when you wake up the morning after. Perhaps, you can spare yourself the pity party in the morning with a fulfilling meal for just yourself, some alcohol, and a cringy romance movie on Netflix - one your teenage self would have cried and gushed over.

“What are you doing?”

You blink, torn from your thoughts to find yourself staring rather harshly at a pack of raw chicken wings. Looking up, you darn yourself for looking like a fool when Yoongi is standing there - in all his stupidly handsome glory - with a sooty eyebrow cocked. Glancing between the meat in your hands and your boss, you blink multiple times before your face goes nearly beet red. It was starting to get weird when he was expecting a response, and you were most definitely gawking at him like an owl.

“Uh, just wondering what I should eat for dinner tonight.”

He eyes the four pack of beer in your shopping basket, then the chicken wings in your hand before snorting. “Someone kick your puppy? Looks like you’re about to cry yourself to sleep with a terrible romcom movie.”

Ouch. Right on the dot, you wince, and he notices this with a frown.

“Where’s Joon?”

“Meeting with a client probably, he’ll probably be coming home late again,” you say flippantly, tossing the wings into your basket and moving on to look for ingredients for the sauce, “What about Jinri?”

You don’t mean to put a distasteful emphasis on the word “again”, but it leaves your mouth and your boss catches it easily with a cocked brow. If he did or didn’t, you didn’t know as he doesn’t show any reaction.

“She’s got a job out of the city for overnight, thought I’d kick back with a drink tonight,” he muses, glancing down at the identical pack of beer in his hands, “She usually cooks, so I’m kind of useless in the kitchen.”

Say it. You bite your lip. Say it.

No. Don’t say it. That’s inappropriate.

“Did you want to join me? F-for dinner, I mean… Just beer and some hot wings… and a movie…”

Fuck, why did you say it?

“That’s a little inappropriate, (Y/n),” Yoongi cracks a sly smirk and you immediately start backtracking with your cheeks burning brightly in embarrassment. Shame and humility hitting you square in the face at the obvious reaction as your stomach flips with dread at the consequence of your stupid mouth.

I mean, what else were you expecting him to say? Oh yes (Y/n), I would love to, not that I, a taken man - who also happens to be your boss - finds anything wrong with having dinner with a taken woman such as yourself. It’s totally appropriate with the way you’ve been constantly thinking about him either.

“N-no, well, you’re right, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound that way… I just meant it as a friendly offer and thanks for giving me this job and you know…”

You’re stammering, tripping over words and barely breathing to the point that your face has gone pink in its entirety and Yoongi finds that cute.

Wait. What?

“I’ll accept your invite, free food amirite?” He shrugs, his lips twitching into a slight smile at your explosion. His eyes glance elsewhere, chewing the inside of his cheek at the thought.

Damn him, you sigh in exasperation, although relieved. Relieved that he didn’t clown you for inviting him, or that he was willing to eat dinner and drink you with you, you weren’t sure.

As you prepare the chicken, leaving the wings to marinade in the spicy sauce you made, you faintly hear Yoongi in the living room put on a movie.

“I hope you don’t mind, I put on Inception,” He says, walking into the kitchen area to watch over your cooking prep. Although you shoo him back to the living room, more than slightly self conscious to have Yoongi watching you cook for the two of you.

That and you didn’t want the possible torture your heart might go through, thinking about just how slightly domestic it felt cooking for the two of you. Such thoughts were dangerous. And right now, growing fond of or anywhere near more than your obvious attraction was not good for your heart or your relationship with Namjoon. Even if he barely had time to spend with you.

Inception. It was a good movie. You move in and out of the kitchen to catch glimpses of the beginning sequences to work on the chicken and some simple side dishes before you can finally bring out the finished products when the movie has reached a little passed the half way point. You almost feel bad for having to tear his eyes away from the screen when he looks so invested in the happenings of the film.

“Smells good,” he comments as you set the dishes on the coffee table, he helps out in popping off the caps of two beers, offering one to you, “Have you watched before?”

And it goes on like this. Casually eating and small talk about the movie until the credits roll and you pick out the next movie since he had picked the first one. So, without further ado, you go with your original pick, with or without Yoongi being there.

A romcom.

His face goes from relaxed and content to sour with distaste real quick. It’s adorable, you quietly note despite yourself.

“Explain to me… why we’re watching this cringey piece of shit?” Yoongi groans ten minutes into the romance movie you put on.

“Listen, I was originally planning on drowning myself in terrible romance movies and beer before you joined in, deal with it.”

“You’re the one who invited me.”

“How do you even handle that amount of second hand embarrassment?!” He later whines, showing more emotion than you’ve ever seen from him in the last few weeks you’ve known the man. It must’ve been the alcohol loosening him up, which was weird when you thought he’d have more of a better tolerance than you did.

His complaining stops eventually and he no longer makes a snort of indignation at extra cliche scenes and you wonder if he had fallen asleep... And fall asleep he had.

You glance over and have to suck in a breath when you catch the way his head happens to fall off his palm and onto the back of the couch cushions. His dark lashes have fallen over his pale cheeks, his pink lips left ajar as his chest rises and falls steadily.

This was most definitely a bad idea to invite him over. You have to will yourself to ignore the very sexy man sleeping on the other side of couch. Pressing your cheek to your fist, you can’t help but sigh as you look on at the male sleeping beside you. It just wasn’t even possible. How were you able to replicate his physical details in your dream, without even knowing the man?

Don’t let him get to you, you think with a frown, there’s absolutely no reason you should be pining over him.

You don’t know him. You certainly weren’t even single, nor was he.

Carefully, you pull a fleece blanket over his body, one that you keep folded neatly on one of the armrests for nights like these. Settling back into your space, you yawn, glancing at him before you drag your eyes back to the front to watch the movie. As it drags on, you find your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Yoongi wakes up suddenly when the credits start rolling, end song blaring in an upbeat tune. His eyes groggily roam the dimly lit living room, squinting at the bright light coming from the television screen. He makes out the shapes of the empty dishes stacked on the coffee table, along with the bottles of beer the both of you had finished. Shifting slightly, he notices the light blanket that’s been settled over his body. You must’ve draped it over him when he’d fallen asleep during the movie.

Speaking of you, he turns his head slightly to gaze over your slumbering form curled against the other side of the couch. You hug a pillow close to your middle, breathing steadily as he shifts to get a better look at you.

Reaching out to wake you, he grimaces and stops himself. He only allows himself to watch as you shift in your sleep, body unconsciously moving into a more comfortable position. Staring down at his hand apprehensively.

Clicking his tongue, he pulls the blanket over your form before making work at putting away the dishes as carefully and quietly as he could into the sink and arrange the bottles in the bin designated for recycling.

He’s stayed far longer than he thought he would. Carefully closing the front door behind him, Yoongi turns to leave when he’s startled by Namjoon standing there with his keys in hand. The latter stares back in disbelief and confusion, blinking multiple times as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi decided enough was enough with the awkward gawking, “What a surprise running into you Joon-ah.”

“It would seem so, since this is my apartment, if I’m not mistaken, hyung,” the younger answers back, restoring his composure, “Might I ask… why were you in my apartment?”

“No harm in asking why you’re out late, neglecting your girlfriend then?” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, catching the way his co-worker winces at that, “Don’t even bother giving me that client bullcrap either. She’s not dumb, it may fool her for now, but it doesn’t faze me.”

“I don’t see why you need to concern yourself with someone else’s girlfriend, speaking of which, where’s yours?”

“Out of town with an actual reason than your half-assed excuse,” the elder grunts, “(Y/n) was about to drown herself in beer and terrible romance movies, would you like to explain?”

Namjoon flinches at the word drown, and Yoongi notices, only ever knowing the gist of what had happened a few months ago.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

It was better to leave it at that. The elder shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets before stepping aside to leave.

“Make sure you move her from the couch, she might get a cold,” He calls back just as the click of the door signals that it’s been closed behind the other male. Suddenly, he feels empty.

No no no. He shook his head. That had nothing to do with him. He faltered mid-step. The more he thought about it, he thought about how sad and lonely you had appeared at the store. The more he thought about it, he felt angry for you, and the way Namjoon was treating you. He hadn’t known you for long, but you were a nice girl, a handy assistant so far, a good cook from what he could tell, and damn well gorgeous.

Okay.

That last one was a bit…

That was besides the point. You didn’t deserve to be stood up by Namjoon, but it wasn’t his place to meddle with your problems or with you in the first place. The two of you were strictly professional.

With a heavy sigh, he leaves reluctantly.

Come morning, you have to hear all about the night before from a fuming Namjoon. You wake up before him like usual, dressed for work and doing away in the kitchen. You’d like to delude yourself into thinking that Yoongi was a real gentleman and carried you to your bedroom when you had most definitely fallen asleep watching teenage romance flicks with him. The way your boyfriend’s eyebrows knit together and the imminent scowl on his handsome face when he came out of the bedroom had begged to differ.

“What the fuck was that last night?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Good morning to you too.”

He’s not entirely taking it, his expression not letting up. “Was what Joon?” You finally sigh as you finish setting the table, but he doesn’t look like he’s sitting down to eat any time soon.

“Don’t act dumb (Y/n), why was Yoongi leaving here last night?”

And there it was. What was the coincidence that Namjoon had caught Yoongi leaving your apartment last night?

“Well maybe because we’re friends and coworkers who decided to have dinner and drinks?” You shrugged, opting to make yourself a cup of coffee because, surely, this conversation was going to suck the life out of you for the day. You were gonna need it. “Why does me getting along with Yoongi concern you? Doesn’t seem like you bother to come home and have dinner with me anyways.”

He scoffs. The sound igniting irritation that you hoped wouldn’t show itself.

“I’m working (Y/n), I thought you knew that.”

“And I’m merely having dinner with a friend, would you have the same reaction if I was having Hobi over for dinner and drinks?” You bite back a little too harshly.

“You know it’s different.”

“And you should know that I have you, and Yoongi has Jinri.” A frown settles on your face, suddenly having no appetite for the breakfast you slaved over and the coffee you were in the middle of brewing.

The exhale that comes out of Namjoon is rough and full of frustration. His fingers ruffle his tousled beige locks.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s whatever I guess.”

He shakes his head, inhaling deeply and exhaling with an exaggerated rise and fall of his shoulders as he turns to head back to your shared room. He doesn’t look back and frankly, you don’t really know what to say to mend the situation.

Ah… He’s mad. You think as you glance at your phone for any new messages from Namjoon.

None.

You sit in the lounge, glaring down at your lunch. Or well, much of your untouched breakfast this morning after Namjoon’s confrontation.

Was it really your fault for inviting Yoongi over? The more you thought about it, it did seem like a bad idea to invite your very attractive boss for dinner and drinks. Perhaps the absence of your boyfriend had really gotten to you and made you desperate. Maybe you should have asked Hoseok to join you after all. You and Namjoon would still have been on speaking terms and everything would be okay.

The chilled surface of a can shocks you out of your daze. Your body flinching away from the sudden coldness. Squinting up at the offending item, your eyes followed the can of iced coffee to it’s owner to see Yoongi staring down at you. The ghost of that damned smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you sure you don’t have a dog? Someone must’ve kicked it real hard.”

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Oh, Baby: Chapter Two

A/N: So I was so excited about the reaction and feedback I got on the first chapter, I hope you guys enjoy this one too!

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: None really- brief mentions of smut and of course cursing like a mf

Summary: After a drunken night, Y/N finds herself having to face the biggest decision of her life; is she ready for motherhood? And a better question, is Bucky Barnes, her long time friend and womanizer extraordinaire, ready for fatherhood? They’ll just have to go along for the ride and find out together. A Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader Story

Chapter 2/6: And a Cherry On Top

Once you decide that you want this baby- that you’re keeping, things become alot clearer in your mind.

All those lists you made? The bullet pointed steps, numbered processes that you need to accomplish zero in, your brain finally able to sort them, at least a little bit. More then you’d been able to last night, or even this morning.

You’re keeping this baby, it’s cemented in your stubborn brain now and even though that brings a whole new round of terror, it becomes a front and center though. A focal point, so to say.

And when you’re focused- you’ve been told you can be a little ruthless.

“Look, Dr. Cho, I like you so far, I really do, but I’m going to be blunt here: I’ve read some horror stories about plus size pregnancies, and how miserable it is to have a doctor who is fatphobic- so I just want to check base and make sure that you’re...okay with having me as a patient, and will treat me with the same respect that I plan to treat you with”

She doesn't look shocked and you don't know whether that's just her training or if her face always has that sage quality to it, but you can't really read it.

“I really admire you bringing up your concerns, and I can assure you that they’re very presidented, but that’s not something you’re going to have to worry about with me if you choose to continue on with me as your practitioner for this pregnancy.

I’ve been an OB for the last fifteen years and have worked with lots of very different women: big and small and everything in between and that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that we find a plan that works for you and your little one and keeps you both healthy as we get you to term. Does that sound okay to you?”

You chuckle, delightedly shocked at her words. At how straight forward and sincere she had been. At the support you could feel from her and how relieving that felt to know that your doctor was going to be on your side, for you, with you.

Being overweight, you’d had prejudice thrown at you left and right thought your life, sadly also by medical professionals, and to know she wasn't going to do that to you?

“Yeah” You nod, with a grateful smile “That sounds more than okay”

The appointment goes smoothly for the next hour and a half or so after that. You’re happy you’d Googled like crazy and had come prepared with a small list of key medical facts: any allergies, past surgeries talks of mental health and medications. She gives you a pelvic exam/Pap and its uncomfortable as they always are, even with her gentle, nimble fingers. Legs in stirrups, biting at the inside of your cheek.

The magic happens when she lays you down and slathers your tummy with a jelly like substance and your heart goes fluttery against your chest as she uses a little wand, probes and moves it gently against the jelly. Looking, searching…

Thump,

Found.

On the screen of the ultrasound machine that she’d pulled up. Dr. Cho had warned you that it was very early, and that there was a good chance that she wouldn't be able to find much of anything at this point and yet there it was.

A tiny little blur in the blob like painting of your insides that we’re up for display on the US machine. A heart beat, the sound it made would be imprinted in your mind forever.

“There’s your baby, it’s about the size of a cherry right now and I has no really defined shape, but as you can hear, it has a very strong heart beat”

Like in movies, you thought you’d cry, and yeah, maybe your close, but really it lights a fire in you. Sets your heart ablaze and makes you feel lightheaded.

There’s your baby, and it’s real. So real. With a little heart inside you, beating along with your own…

You leave the office with two copies of the ultrasound pictures, one for you to keep, and one to give to Bucky.

Now you only had to tell him.

Later that night, as you and Wanda lounge on your living room couch, you text him, clutching a furry pillow in your lap.

You need to get this done and over with, you have to tell him.

Hey, long time no talk. You think we could get together for lunch sometime this week?

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Bucky finds himself sitting at a corner table, it’s half past three and you’re still not there yet. You we’re supposed to be meeting him for a late lunch...ten minutes ago? Fuck, why were you always late?

It drove him crazy, was on that long list of things about you that made his eyes cross with annoyance. On that list was also the fact that he could never guess what you we’re going to do- which yeah, that one still stood, too.

When you’d texted him, asking him to meet you for lunch last Friday, Bucky had gaped at his phone for a few minutes. Hadn't you spent the last couple months avoiding him like the plague? He couldn't help himself, though, and had only given you a tiny bit of shit before agreeing to meet you that next Wednesday at you guys’ favorite spot.

And so here he sat, at HandCraft, waiting for you. Trying not too feel excited, hopeful. That usual feeling that settled in his gut whenever you we’re around(even with just the promise of your presence) had been thrown into effect.

He orders himself a Corona, extra lime, but considers something stronger to quell the weird nerves, and orders you a Long Island Peach Tea.

He knew your obsession with everything peach, so when he saw it he couldn't help but order it for you.

He’s a couple drinks into his beer when you walk in. Bucky could zero in on you in a crowd of hundreds, a skill he’d developed pretty quick after meeting you. His weird 20/20 Y/N radar doesn't fail him and his eyes snap to you as you walk in, and he waves you over. You boop through the crowd, and Bucky knows he has a stupid little smile on his face as he watches.

You’re cute, always. It’s infuriating, and intoxicating and damn, will he ever get over this shit? It’s been eight years for fucks sake.

It’d been rainy and humid in the city this May, and the beige long sleeved, off the shoulder top and high waisted ripped jeans you wear are breezy enough. You always dressed nice, most always put together and he’d always taken the time to appreciate your style, the way you hed yourself and adorned your curvy body.

The big bun that sits atop your head is messy and has started to frizz from the time you’d spent in the sprinkling rain, your loose baby hairs wispy and starting to curl as you sit down in the chair on the opposite him.

“Hi” You greet, shifting in the chair. You’re awkward around him now, and it sucks. It really does.

He thinks about that night in early March, and he cant bring himself to regret it, and he tries to ignore the twinge from how apparently you seem to.

“Hey there- I ordered some drinks so I didn’t die or dehydration while I was waiting for you”

You can’t help but giggle- you and Bucky’s dry humors had always lined up. It was a part of the reason why the two of you had always got on so well, the two of you were always throwing off hand, rude to anyone else, jokes at each other.

“It’s three, you’re going to need to check that alcoholism or yours someday” you rebuff and he shrugs, taking another swig if his beer with a cheeky smile-

“It’s five o’clock somewhere...and it’s actually 3:30, which makes you- he checks his watch playfully, asshole, fifteen minutes late”

“I had a meeting with my boss. Give me a fucking break” You snipe back, and yeah maybe you sound a little sharp.

Shit. No, that’s not how you wanted the atmosphere of this conversation to go. But this week had been...a lot.

You’d told your little sister MJ about the big B news and she had advised you to talk to your boss about bumping up your healthcare, about maternity leave and all that other jazz as early as possible- and that had lead to you having to sit for over an hour with the one-eyed owner of the radio station.

Nick Fury was cool enough, really he is, but still. Explaining an unexpected pregnancy to him was...really awkward. Especially when he had asked about the father and you had to pretty much shrug and say “Bitch, I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out later today”

But you definitely didn’t call your boss a bitch.

“A meeting? Is everything okay?” Bucky actually sounds concerned and you purse your lips and spin the straw in the dark drink you hadn’t touched yet because you were preeeeetty sure it had liquor in it and that was a no go for you now.

“Um, yeah...it is now. I just had some serious stuff to talk to him about”

“Serious? That doesn’t sound great” Bucky didn’t mean to pry, but he knows how much you loved your job. How hard you’d worked for it.

He’s always rooted for you, knowing that like many things, the radio waves were dominated by male hosts. He listened to your podcasts, and your new show, religiously.

Every Wednesday night at 7- he diligently listens to your melodic voice, actually for the last couple months it’s the only way he could feel close to you.

Sucker. He knows.

“Um, yeah. Kinda serious? More just things I needed to get sorted out with Fury. A little planning for my future, ya know?” Our future, the life inside me, you don’t say. Yet.

“Okay, well as long as everything’s still going smoothly there, that’s good, right?”

“Yeah, right. Everything’s going smoothly…” fuck.

“Just say it and get it over with. Like pulling off a band-aid” Wanda had pep talked you about this- but god, how could anybody know it was going to be this hard.

Your heartbeat had gone hummingbird and your stomach was in knots as the minutes ticked on. You order an ice water and watermelon salad and Bucky frowns.

Because that’s not your usual...you always get the Nacho Tots. He offers them as an appetizer for the two of you to share and you shake your head with a forced smile, complaining of a stomach ache.

You don’t touch the peach tea, he points that it too and you shake your head telling him you weren’t in the mood to drink which, what? You were always down to day drink. Always.

Half way through his chimichurri steak, Bucky can’t take the weird tension anymore. You’re trying...to hard. And yet he can clearly see that you’re more uncomfortable, more uneasy then he’s ever seen you.

He can only bite his tongue for so long. Months of tension were bound to come to a head eventually.

He couldn’t bare talking about the weather and other trivial bullshit subjects anymore.

“Y/N...if you didn’t want to hang out, why did you make plans with me?” Bucky questions, bluntly. Takes you off guard a bit.

“What?” Is your bright reply and he just frowns and leans back in his chair. His body language is all wrong- and it makes you even more anxious then you already were.

“I just- fuck. Fuck, it’s been so weird between us since March and I thought having lunch today was supposed to be us remedying said weirdness but it just feels worse” Bucky’s tone is slightly frustrated and dejected

You can feel your face drop. None of this was going how you’d planned- and you’d imagined this going 1,000 different ways in the last few days.

“I just want everything to go back to the way it was” Bucky speaks, interrupting your silence and it feels like there’s fucking needles in your stomach.

“It can’t go back” You utter, fidget in place, staring at the busy street outside the window for a moment. Not able to meet his eyes yet.

“Really? Cause I kinda think that’s bullshit. So we slept together? It was consensual and we’re adults, I don’t get why it has to be a friendship ending thing-“ Bucky’s feelings are hurt, and it’s apparent in his tone. Confused, slightly pleading.

Band-aid, Wanda’s words ring in your head as you muster up your courage and look back at Bucky.

Jesus, you could drown in his foggy eyes. Could be melted down to nothing by the molten silver of his gaze.

“I have something to tell you, it’s why I asked you to lunch today. I wanted to talk to you face to face because...this is pretty fucking huge and I- I” you stutter and stumble over your words and Bucky knows it’s something major because words are usually your weapon. You vernacular your sword and armor.

He doesn’t know why he knows, or why it clicked together in his head- call it some kind of weird intuition. Maybe from the fact that he grew up with all sisters and that he remembers his older sister Charlie and her face when she’d told his parents, at the age of sixteen, that she was-

And Oh, ohhhh, you hadn’t drank. Or touched your food-

“You’re pregnant” it doesn’t feel real to him as he says it, as his lips gram the words he can’t really feel himself speak them.

You gasp softly- your big eyes locked with his for a moment where everything goes still around the two of you, and then you nod.

It’s like he had peered straight into your soul anyway. Like he already knew.

“Yeah, I am. Nine weeks- well almost ten now, I guess”

“Oh...oh fuck” Bucky breathes out, a long exhale because he’d been holding his breath and oh shit- he hasn’t had a panic attack in years but this sure feels like what the start one.

“Bucky?”

“It’s mine?” He knows it’s an asshole question, but he grits it out anyway because he has to be sure of what he already knows.

“Yeah, it is. I haven’t been with anyone since we were together” It’s the truth, and he knows because you have a big fat unfiltered mouth that you hadn’t been with anyone for months before him.

“Five months?” You remember him breathing into your neck “Fuck, doll, how? No way”

“Mmhmm” you’d hummed as he’d kissed down your chest “I’m not a whore like you- I can go a few months without sex with out my genitals shriveling up and my brain short circuiting”

He’d laughed around a mouthful of breast.

And now you were pregnant. With his baby.

He gapes like a fucking fish as he tries to digest it all.

“I’m going to keep it, Bucky. And that doesn’t mean I expect you, or am going to force you to be in they’re life but I just...I don’t know I thought i should tell you? And not because I felt obligated to or anything...I mean kind of, but because you’re a good person and I wanted you to know” You’re rambling, yeah, but you’re saying your peace.

“You’re ten weeks?” Bucky questions, breaking you out of your ramblings and you nod, a little confused.

“Yeah, it’s the size of a Cherry right now...trippy, right?”

Bucky barks out a laugh, still in that headspace where he though he might wake up at any given moment.

“A cherry. Oh my god. Holy fuck- you’re pregnant” Bucky exasperates and then puts his hands on his face, trying to calm down. Trying to get a grip on himself.

He knows you. Knows that you’re not lying about it being his, why would you? And there’s a baby inside you, right this moment. One that he’d put there- that the two of you had created together.

“Yup. Super fucking pregnant- a doctor confirmed it and everything” You try to lighten the mood a little, just like you always do.

“Really?”

“Yeah...here, look” you dog through your handbag for a moment and then pull out a laminated picture and reach across the table to hand it to him.

When Bucky takes his first look at it, his heart squeezes and his breath gets stuck in his throat again.

It’s the ultrasound picture. Black and white, unidentifiable shapes- but his eyes zero in on the little blob in the darkness. The baby.

His baby.

His heart clenches again.

“There it is” you point out what he’s looking out with a manicured finger “that’s the baby. I know it all looks like an obscure Picasso painting or something but that’s it” you kind of hate calling your baby an it, but you don’t know what else to call...them, yet.

“A cherry” Bucky whispers, asks.

“Yeah, like-“ you make that annoying, internet famous, 6 shape, with your hand and put it up to your eye to look through it “this big”

Bucky chuckles. You’re so dumb. And so special, for being able to make such a tense situation feel...lighter.

“I’m going to want to be in this baby’s life, you know that, right?” Yeah, he doesn’t know how he feels about all of this yet. He still thinks this might be some kind of fever dream- that maybe he died from that flu he had last week, but he’d been raised right by his mom and pop.

Was he a bit slutty? Yeah, he guesses he’d own that(argue that he only acted on how he was pursued)

Could he be a little bit of an arrogant prick? You, and plenty of other people had told him that plenty in his life and yeah, he’d own that one too.

But he’d never, could never, leave you alone to raise this child. Not with how he felt about you- and shit, even if he wasn’t harboring these feelings could he ever just leave a woman who he’d gotten pregnant completely alone.

“Don’t make promises in the heat of the moment, I’m not expecting-“

“Me to want to be a father to my child” he doesn’t snap, per say, but he knows you can hear how offended he is. It makes you bite the inside of your lip.

“I don’t know. I just don’t...want you to feel like you have to say things you don’t mean because I’m sitting in front of you right now. Like? You might feel different later, you know?”

Bucky instantly feels bad for snapping at you. You’d been sitting on this, thinking you might have to do this alone…

Bucky looks back at the ultrasound picture and his stomach rolls at the idea of you doing this alone. Of him missing this first milestone of your pregnancy. Of his child’s life.

His child.

He’d woken up this morning, single, uncomplicated and now...he knew there was a baby that was half him inside of you.

He should have had that stronger drink.

“I’m going to be there for this baby, and for you. I don’t know what that looks like yet and I can’t promise I’ll be great at it, but I’m going to be here” his voice gets soft and passionate and fuck, the way he’s looking at you, vowing this to you…

It’s almost more than you can handle.

“Okay...I’m game” you say, and he snorts and nods.

He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, if he’ll be a good dad or not. There’s so many unknowns swirling around his head, clogging his brain-

But he knows he’s not going anywhere.

“We’re going to have a baby” He says it, and this time it feels a little more real as it comes out of his mouth. “Holy fuck I’m going to be a dad”

“Um, congratulations” The waiter chooses that time to come back to the table, and the kid who can’t be more then eighteen looks a little awkward at intruding “Do you want a celebratory piece of cake?”

“You know what? Yeah we do- and please, make sure there’s a cherry on top”

He grins too big when he asks for a cherry and you know he’s needs it as a visual comparison to the size of the baby inside you. Bucky is so obnoxious.

He’s also beautiful- in the restaurants low light. All teeth and bright blue eyes- his brows still pulled together and his expression a little overwhelmed, but not mad. Not disgusted or cold like you’d feared.

You can almost here both Wanda and MJ’s “told you so’s” now.

You can’t help but share in his contagious smile- the nerves that had players you aren’t completely gone, not by a long shot.

But...you and Bucky Barnes were going to have a baby.

You could only hope that the two of you didn’t fuck it up too bad.

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The taglist for this story is still OPEN. If you would like to be tagged, please be aware that I will be expecting feedback, and will not take the time to tag you again if you don’t give any- I will update with the next chapter once this chapter reaches 100 notes.

Okayyy, so here’s part two. It might be a little cheesy, but I really want this story to be more fluff then angst, okay?! Which let me say is not easy for me because lately I’ve been one angsty bitch.

So I decided that I wanted to play with more MCU characters then I normally do, do something different- and that’s how I came up with the idea that the readers little sister is MJ(Michelle Jones) from Spider-Man. I love Zendaya- and since I’m usually writing a mixed race reader- she fits as a sibling.

Just for heads up, a little spoiler for the next chapters, I will also be having the Van Dynes be in her family tree. Hope is her cousin.

I’m really just trying to have fun writing for Marvel again. Hope you guys are having fun reading this.

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Nine}

Author’s Note: This is the last part before the epilogue. I know, I know, I’m just as sad as you are, but I’m really glad that you lot have enjoyed this series. I really enjoyed writing it, especially because it’s based off my life. Thank you to the magnificent @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me:)

The last few weeks have been absolute hell. Graduation is coming up, so our school has been having rehearsals everyday after school and it’s cutting into my time of talking to Stiles, who I haven’t seen since he left. We’ve tried to have dinner with his dad a few times but recent murders happened in his town and I’ve been worried as hell. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to Stiles. I would definitely go crazy, that’s for sure. I look down at my phone, checking the time. 3:30 p.m. I groan internally, knowing that Stiles is probably on his way home from lacrosse practice while I’m stuck at school, rehearsing. Why do we need to rehearse? It’s not that difficult of a process. The principal tells us that we’re free to go and I race outside towards my car. Once inside, I dial Stiles’ number, pressing my phone against my ear as I begin to drive home.

“Hello?” Stiles says, groggily.

“Hi baby. Did I wake you?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I was waiting for you to call.” He says and the grin on my face widens, blushing a bit. I’m still not used to him being my boyfriend, my god. “How was rehearsal, baby?”

“Oh my god, it was long as fuck. I don’t understand why we’re rehearsing.” I groan, turning down my road, turning the music down slightly. I heard Stiles chuckle muttering a “no clue.”

“I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to hang out. I miss you so much.” Stiles confesses. I hear the sadness in his voice and frown.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’ll be able to hang out soon enough. Are you coming to my graduation?” I ask, hoping that he can.

“Oh baby. I wish I could but I actually have something on that day, but I’m gonna send you flowers.” I bite my lip, stopping myself from crying as I nod my head. “Baby?”

“S-Sorry, I forgot you couldn’t see me.” I chuckle slightly, sniffling a bit as I drive up my driveway, seeing our cows being moved into a trailer. “B-Babe, I gotta go.” I hang up, parking the car before running down towards the barn, seeing my parents standing near the door. “What’s going on?” I ask, already on the verge of tears as I watch our cows leave our barn.

“Oh, sweetie. Your dad doesn’t have enough milking cows for the new milk company to pick up, so he’s decided to stop farming. We’re selling the cows.” My mom cries and tears began streaming down my face as I watch the man drive off with my babies. A sob escapes my lips as I run up to the house, slamming my door shut as I lay on the bed, crying my eyes out. My phone vibrates and I look at it, seeing Stiles calling me. I answer it, sitting up on my bed, wiping my eyes and nose.

“H-Hey.” I stutter, sniffling as I look into my lap.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it because I can’t come to graduation…” He starts to mention but I cut him off.

“They’re gone.” I mumble, more tears spilling from my eyes as I almost forget to breathe.

“Who’s gone? Baby, talk to me.” Stiles says, hearing the heartbreak in his voice. He always hated seeing or hearing me crying.

“T-Th-The cows, their gone. Dad had to sell them because he couldn’t afford to milk anymore. I’ve had them since I was younger. They were a big part of my life.” I cry, covering my mouth as I let out a few more sobs, hearing Stiles ‘shh’ me. I heard Stiles shuffling around and I think it’s nothing as I continue to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, okay? You’ve done so much for those cows and even though they’re animals, they loved you for it.” I nod my head at what he’s saying as my chest starts to hurt, making it harder for me to breathe. Stiles stays on the phone with me for a while and at one point I swear I heard his jeep running, but I think nothing of it. “Baby? I gotta go, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can alright?” He asks and I nod my head, muttering a yeah. “I love you.” He whispers and a small smile appears on my lips.

“I love you too, Stiles.” I whisper, hanging up the phone as I hear a knock at my door. “Come in.” I mutter, playing with the fabric of Stiles’ flannel, inhaling his scent.

“Who knew my flannels had such an effect on making you feel a little better.” Stiles mentions and my head snaps up, seeing him leaning against my doorframe. I smile, getting up quickly, attacking him into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, gripping on him for dear life. He snakes his arms around my lower back, pressing his lips to my head. I back away from him, pulling Stiles down by his shirt, placing my lips against his, missing the feeling of his lips against mine. Stiles groans against my lips, pressing his harder against mine, gripping my waist with his large hands. We pull away from each other, resting my forehead against his chest as I begin crying again. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Stiles cooed, rubbing my back, trying to calm me down a bit.

“I-I’m so glad you’re here.” I whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. “H-How long are you staying?” I ask, looking up at him, a few tears sliding down my face. Stiles gives me a small smile, wiping the tears off my face, pecking my nose.

“Only for a few hours baby. I’d love to stay longer but my dad needs me tonight and coach will kill me if I miss practice in the morning.” Stiles says, quietly, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. I nod my head, understanding, wishing that he could stay longer. “What are you doing for college?” Stiles asks and I shrug.

“I-I don’t know honestly.” I mutter, “I just want to stay in the moment, here, with you.” I nuzzle my face into his neck as Stiles walks us towards my bed, laying down on it with me. He wraps his arms around my waist as I begin to feel tired. “I love you, Stiles, so much.” I mumble, feeling my eyes droop shut.

“I love you too, baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Stiles whispers, running his fingers through my hair.

Day of graduation…

I nervously play with my fingers as I sit next to my classmates, waiting for graduation to start.

“So, Y/N, did this boyfriend of yours show up?” A snobby girl next to me asks and I shake my head.

“He was busy helping his dad with a case.” I mutter and she just laughs uncontrollably.

“Sure he is. Just admit that he isn’t real honey.” I roll my eyes at her, looking around for my parents. I find them and they wave to me and I smile. The graduation starts and I doze off, hearing a student talk for what feels like hours about what we’ve accomplished. I groan internally, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“We’re now going to call up the graduates.” The principal says and I silently cheer, waiting for this to be over with. One by one, students began going up, receiving their diploma and give the principal a handshake. “Y/N L/N.” He says and I smile, walking up onto the stage, grabbing my diploma and giving our principal a handshake before hearing someone scream.

“WOO! GOOD JOB, BABY GIRL.” A familiar voice yells and I see Stiles, Lydia, and Scott standing next to my parents. I look at Stiles, seeing a large grin on his face as he claps his hands. I blush, walking off the stage and back to my seat, looking at the snobby bitch who said Stiles wasn’t real.

“Well, looks like my boyfriend made it.” I smirk, biting my lip. Once closing statements were given and we moved our tassels, all the students went to go see their parents and loved ones. I run around towards where my parents were sitting, seeing Stiles’ tall frame with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“STILES!” I yell, running at full speed towards him. I jump into his arms as he twirls me around, placing kisses on my face as everyone around us stares. He puts me down, giving me the roses and I blush, thanking him quietly as he tucks his finger under my chin, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I hear a few students cheer and I giggle against his lips.

“I love you so much, baby.” Stiles whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

“I love you too, more than you could ever know.” I smile, looking up at him. Lydia clears her throat and I pull away from Stiles, looking over at her.

“What about us?” She sarcastically says and I chuckle, bringing her into a hug.

“You guys are not forgotten. I’m so glad you guys could make it. Malia didn’t want to come?” I ask, walking towards Scott, giving him a hug as well.

“She’s got a lot of stuff on her plate right now. She told me to tell you congrats though!” Lydia tells me, rubbing my back as I walk back over to Stiles, wrapping my arms around him.

“Aw, I’ll have to text her later. But you, you said you weren’t coming.” I tell him and Stiles chuckles.

“I wanted to surprise you and I did. You think I was going to miss my girlfriend’s graduation?” He questions, smirking down at me and I shake my head, hearing my parents calling us over to the car. I wrap one of my arms around his lower back as his arm drapes across my shoulder, the four of us walking towards my parents.

“Thank you guys, really. I love you all, and you a little bit more, Stiles.” I smile, looking at my friends. I wouldn’t want to change anything. Everything is perfect.

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Damon is so trifling {1x02 Review}

Hi all! Welcome to the second review of TVD season 1. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Ready? Let’s go.

1. OMG Help I’m Alive is playing in the opening scene. It takes me back.

2. I forgot that we actually get to see randoms in the opening scenes before, you know, Damon kills them.

3. Actually very cinematic openings. WOW. Totally forgot.

4. Elena’s face at remembering the all-night conversation she had with Stefan is just so affected, like that conversation changed her entire life.

5. “Do I look adult?” Jenna, WHO is the guardian?

6. “Something about a woodshop to finish a bird house ... There is no woodshop is there?” Jenna, your nephew is a fucking drug dealer, how do you not know there is no woodshop? How uninvolved ARE you?

7. Elena smiling being caught by Tanner for staring at Stefan is SO cute.

8. I don’t know how people keep maintaining that SE had no buildup, they’re talking about Charlotte Bronte right now. You know, sharing interests?

9. Stefan you are so OBVIOUS, does your head have to go upward when you hear “vampire’? Play it cool.

10. “Six classes, that’s hard to do...” Jenna, it is not hard to skip six classes.

11. Tanner may be a dick but him questioning Jenna’s parenting abilities is giving me life because girl, what the fuck are you doing?

12. Stefan’s jeans are better, thank God.

13. Isn’t there a panic button in the room? Why would Matt have to go outside for the nurse? So Stefan can go in. Lol, details.

14. LOL Bonnie’s scandalized expression at Caroline’s “Just jump his bones already!” is everything.

15. Jeremy legit just walked out of the room, no respect for Jenna whatsoever.

16. Not gonna lie, Matt looks good in that shirt in the hospital with Vicki. He had potential.

17. The girl who plays Vicki is not a convincing actress.

18. Jeremy looks so young.

19. Lol, Elena, Stefan, guys, PHONES EXIST. Dorks.

20. Seriously, all Damon does is terrorize Elena. Also how do vampires get doors to close without humans hearing them?

21. DAMON’S HAIR IS RIDICULOUS. It looks like a goddamn bird’s nest.

22. And Ian looks really old compared to Nina.

23. Those stupid fucking eyebrows. I want to punch him, man.

24. “I know I should’ve called, I just...” at least they mention phones lmao.

25. Ian’s eyes are not expressive, he just waggles his eyebrows a lot.

26. Paul actually managed to make Stefan look like a rock solid statue when he was glaring at Ian, like he is seriously underrated as an actor.

27. Jeremy, just because you have a hood doesn’t mean you were invisible.

28. “Quit skipping class or you’re grounded.” No, Jenna, he gets grounded FOR skipping class. Girl, bye.

29. Really though, Damon legit fucked up Vicki’s life.

30. We actually see random people in MF, like there are OTHER people in the town.

31. Elena’s outfit is on point.

32. “I get around” is playing back, lmao I made a multivid to this song. HAHAHA.

33. “Is she worth it, uncle Stefan? This girl you came back for?” Seriously, this is important. Stefan’s life has become way more chaotic because he has to know Elena, he’s risking a lot so he can get to know her and it’s the second episode, the Us Against The World, Profound Love is BUILT INTO the narrative.

34. Oh yes, give Vicki some pills in the Grill and Vicki take them there too like y’all aren’t in public.

35. It seriously is a big deal that Jeremy is a dealer and the show is treating it like it’s just a phase, no it’s juvie, at the very least probation!

36. I like the SE candle meeting for a few reasons. Firstly, I find it very poetic and beautiful, the joining of two flames only to realize you’re connecting to your soulmate. Secondly, Ninas fucking eyes, man, the way they shine? The way her mouth parts? And Paul’s eyes, that smile on his face... This is legit chemistry.

37. I always think I can eat and watch something but I always get distracted and this bulgogi and rice is liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

38. I think a really underrated scene is when Stefan tells Elena that the comet has been travelling all alone and Elena responds, “Yeah, Bonnie says it’s a harbinger of evil” and then has this look on her face like omg, WHY would you SAY that to him? Totally stupid thing to say! Cause we all have those moments where you say something awkward to the person you’re vibing on and you’re like ... So I’ll just go die in a corner somewhere.

39. I also really like that when Elena says, “You seem to spend a lot of time apologizing” Stefan doesn’t deny it, he’s just like “I have a lot to apologize for”, I mean he’s honest about his faults.

40. And the show actually did a good job with this scene showing how Elena is building walls around Stefan, she refuses to look at him, she keeps talking about getting hurt, she’s being forcefully guarded and then later on she decides she can’t do that forever and that she has something really special with Stefan even if it’s new. I never got that sense with DE especially since there was no grey area there, with Stefan, there IS a grey area like, you can decide to be without him and be away from the complexity of his existence and be unhappy or you can be with him, be in love but deal with chaotic circumstances, pick one, with DE it’s just like so be with the man who terrorized you friends and family or don’t be with the man who terrorized your friends and family.

41. I actually finished my beef and rice at the same time and I am HAPPY because usually they don’t give you enough bulgogi or they don’t give you enough rice.

42. Elena was looking for you to tell her “um that’s a bullshit excuse” though, Stefan.

43. Damon’s. Hair. Is. Ridiculous.

44. Elena stop “threatening” Jeremy with therapy and send his ass to therapy.

45. LOL Stefan is actually REALLY intimidating because he just STARES and he’s all chiselled and intense-eyed. Matt is there babbling about looking out for Elena and Stefan’s just STARING and Matt’s like ... ... ...

46. Like how many times is Damon going to fucking terrorize Vicki?

47. OK so I get that Stefan’s compulsion on Vicki was weak because he didn’t feed from a human so does that mean when Damon tells her to think really hard, she broke the compulsion and then Damon can re-compel her to think Stefan bit her? Because in 1x17 Damon says he can’t compel an already compelled person to let him into the house. So.

48. Damon is fucking ridiculous and trifling.

49. He isn’t even funny or charming, he’s just ANNOYING and unnecessarily homicidal.

50. Jenna, having a freakout about parenting your teen niece and nephew to your teen niece is ridiculous, like how are you asking your teen niece to walk you through parenting her? LIKE OMG.

51. I don’t even get what Jeremy sees in Vicki though.

52. Yeah, not a fan of Caroline’s yellow dress and black boots. Glad her wardrobe got better in season 2.

53. Seriously, the way Elena looks at Stefan.

54. And Stefan looks at Elena with such intense focus, I would be so tongue-tied.

55. Damon biting Caroline, being trifling af again.

1x02 is very suspenseful in the sense that you have Vicki freaking out because Damon fucked her up, Matt following Stefan through the hospital, a lot of false scares, lots of shadows, the narrative is still a little weak though, it’s why when I did used to watch TVD again, I would start from when Elena knows Stefan is a vampire because that’s when he show really picks up. On to 1x03.

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