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onyxmilk · 10 months

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Senku Ichigami x gn!Reader; “Our Daughter”

notes; 110% based off an rp plot i have w a friend AGAIN :3 (ps beta reader is in fact the rp partner of the aforementioned rp and i am proud) tw; minor character death mention (just a made up character), reader gets called ‘mama’ but isn’t specified with a gender, senku and reader adopt a kid after the mother goes kapoot wc; 1k

Senku looked out into the distance, watching the sun rise. He smiled before he heard a twig snap behind him, making the seventeen year old look behind him. Senku couldn’t help but let a warm smile grace his face when he realized it was his partner, [YourName].

“What are you doing awake?” [YourName] asked, wrapping the blanket they had around themselves. Senku just chuckled, bringing his partner closer. [YourName] unwrapped one side of the blanket and allowed Senku to join them under the blanket. “You know I enjoy the sun rise.” Senku chuckled, kissing [YourName]’s head.

Senku doesn’t know what he would have done if [YourName] didn’t also break out of the stone. Senku looked down at his partner from High School, smiling warmly, the smile just made [YourName] look over and at him confused.

[YourName] smiled, “What’s on that magnificent brain of yours, Senku?” they asked finally making the couple laugh. Before Senku could reply, there were rushed foot steps coming up behind Senku and [YourName]. The noise made [YourName] immediately go into attack mode, pushing themselves off of Senku.

When it was revealed to just be a a villager, [YourName] visibly relaxed. “What’s wrong?” Senku then asked, “It’s.. It’s Iolite.” was all the villager had to say to make both [YourName] and Senku to rush back to the village.

Iolite was a villager within Ishigami village that Senku was 99.9% sure had cancer, but even when proposing her with medicine to halt the affects of it for just a little bit- the woman refused. She had just had a daughter and wanted the course of her life to go naturally. Senku had to respect that.

The three rushed back to the village and into the hut that Iolite and her daughter slept in, as Iolite’s husband had died just a few weeks before her daughter’s birth. “What’s happening?!” Senku asked as he attempted to catch his breath, “I think it’s time, Senku..” Iolite whispered weakly.

Senku knew even if he were to whip up a drug for Iolite, it wouldn’t do jack. The cancer had spread to unknown areas now, and if Iolite truly thought she was on death’s door- then she must’ve been. Iolite was such an optimistic woman, but she wasn’t dumb.

“What?!” [YourName] asks quietly, noticing the thick layer of seriousness that had just settled into the atmosphere around them. “But your.. your daughter, Iolite!” [YourName] said worriedly, Senku just threw an arm up to shush his significant other.

All Iolite could do was smile as best as she could, “Senku, [YourName]..” the woman spoke before coughing catching both’s attention. “I’d like if you took Opal, I don’t trust anyone else.” Iolite said, making [YourName] gasp and cover their mouth. “Iolite, surely an elder is a better option-“ Senku attempted to reason but the woman shook her head.

“I’ve entrusted you with my life since day one of meeting you both, it would be an honor for Opal to be raised by you both” Iolite said, watching as the two almost young adults look at each other. She smiled when both of them nodded their heads, “Please… I’d love to hold her one last time..” Iolite requested.

Senku hesitated for a moment but he made his way to the crib, gently picking up the mere four month old and gently placed her into the arms of her biological mother. For the next hour, [YourName] and Senku sat around with Iolite until it truly was her time.

Iolite’s grip got weak on her daughter and [YourName] immediately swooped in and collected Opal from the woman’s arms. Opal began to cry as Senku confirmed the death, as if the baby just knew her biological mother was dead.

[YourName] stepped out of the hut and began comforting Opal, gently rocking her and whispering promises of protection to her. Senku soon exited the hut too and walked in [YourName]’s direction. Senku, now known as Papa Senku, gently placed a hand on the back of Opal.

Opal slowly stopped crying now that she had two people comforting her. “I don’t know if i can do it, Senku.” [YourName] spoke, doubting themselves. Senku shook his head, gently wiping Opal’s tears from her face. “You’ll do amazing.” Senku comforted.

A few months had passed since the death of Opal’s biological mother. Opal was now nine months old, and everything began to fall into place. a routine was set so that Senku and [YourName] could try and even out the amount of time they got with their daughter.

Senku was holding a crying Opal while [YourName] was out doing small chores. “I don’t get whats gotten you so fussy..” Senku said gently, trying to offer a bottle to Opal which she pushed away. “M…Mama!” Opal finally cried, Senku choked on air for a second trying to process that his daughter had spoken her first words.

“Mama?” Senku then questioned confused, he had to think for a moment- Opal wanted [YourName]. Senku sighed and shook his head, “Nuh-uh, Opal, Mama is busy. They’ll be back later.” he spoke gently to the crying baby. The news seemed to have made Opal even more upset.

Thirty minutes later, [YourName] had rushed into the room. “What happened?!” They asked, offering their arms to hold Opal. Senku gently put Opal into his partner’s arms, “I could hear her cries when I was outside the hut, what the hell happened?!” [YourName] asks gently rocking their daughter.

“You left, she’s been upset, and get this- she called for you.” Senku laughed, itching the inside of his ear to try and coax them to relax. “She.. She what?” [YourName] asked now that the room was silent as Opal realized who was holding her.

“Mama..” The nine month old repeated from earlier, this time more clear than before. “Oh! Oh my goodness! I’m sorry that I left, baby!” [YourName] said sadly, gently swaying their body to rock their daughter.

Senku simply laughed, “I’ll let you two bond.” he said. He made his way over, kissed Opal’s head before kissing [YourName]’s lips. “Love you..” Senku whispered, “Love you more.” [YourName] replied quietly.

#dr stone x reader #drst x reader #Senku x reader #senku ishigami x reader #anime x reader #x reader

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f1enthusiastsstuff · 1 year

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‘Oi that’s my sister mate’ insta au - mick schumacher x armstrong!reader

-> trip to NZ for summer break

(reader is marcus armstrong’s older sister)

📍christchurch, new zealand

liked by clementnovalak, sebastianvettel and others

mickschumacher: nz you’ve been great so far

mick_f1fan: omg yourname is also in nz with her fam

estebanocon: looking good mick

thanks esteban

yourname_armstrong: hope you’re enjoying nz

nz is really nice, you must of enjoyed growing up here

marcusarmstrong: @yourname_armstrong what are you doing in mick’s comment section??

fan_22 oop marcus in protective brother mode

📍christchurch, new zealand

liked by jamesharveyblair, chloestroll and others

yourname_armstrong: summer hols with the fam 💞

paris_armstrong: love you 😚

love you too

jamesharveyblair: looking good there armstrongs

marcusarmstrong thanks mate

mickschumacher: cute 😌

thanks mick 🤭

f1_fan23: oop i see you mick

marcusarmstrong: @mickschumacher what are you doing over here mate?

clementnovalak protective brother marcus hits again

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and others

mickschumacher: guess the secret’s out 👀

love you forever ❤️‍🔥

tagged: yourname_armstrong

mickfan123_ omg how did marcus react

carmenmmundt: awh cutest couple ever 😚

sebastianvettel: must have you over for dinner soon, the kids want to see you

text me a date seb, i’ll bring yn to meet you

yourname_armstrong: love you sm more than you know

no i love you more x

marcusarmstrong: you better not break her heart or i’ll run you over in my car

f2_fan4: someone check on mick 👀💀

author’s note: hope you enjoyed, let me know what other drivers you want to see

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong instagram au #f1 x you

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snifvieluv · 2 years

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Cc al autor

suicide boy since 99 ¡⛓!

taken by @‘s 15/O5

japonés complex+/shy boy

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¡Important people here!🍯♡

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(#OO3)

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#99년 illegal girl + taken

¡ shy nd’ cute ! ✩ೃ♡

99% stupid ((🍓))

+Important people don’t need to be in my biography because is in my heart.

(#OO4)

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🍡🍰🍯; 십대♡

@‘s 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.

(🕊/ #Gay˚.༄♡

¡Friends here🕷🕸🐚!

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(#OO5)

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¡japonés girl! ‘ – 🍡

single nd’ shy.

🍰🕊🐻】 favorite people.

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(#OO6) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

#99’s line + illegal girl.

@‘s property.♡

¡ Dance Matching 🐞🐚 !

99.9% of dyslexic `((🍯))

(#OO6)

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🕷🖇; rude boy.

single nd’ hetero

166cm of dyslexic.

japanese complex((💭

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(#OO7)

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🐝🍃🍡 Emma.

almost 18 ¡ + korean complex.

taken by @‘s

cute people here¡¡♥️

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(#OO8)

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disaster sign 97’s 〘🕷🐚

@‘s best friend.

stupid nd’ friendly.

humans’ kisser » single.

#OO9

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fuck girl 💭🔪 ੈ✩‧₊˚

OO’s lιnᥱ♡⃕ sᥲtᥲnιst┊͙

hᥱtᥱrosᥱxuᥲl¡! ҂ not takᥱn

@tumejoramigue 's soulmᥲtᥱ♡🐿᥀

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#O10

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- ̗̀strᥲwbꫀrry princꫀss! 🐾🏹

⌇ @tunovie + υwυ 💌💕

໒ lᥱt's dᥲncᥱ thᥱ night ᥲwᥲy ੭ु⁾⁾·°

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#O11

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¡ tunombre ! 💭

❝ #99冬◝ ninᥱtᥱᥱn yo. 📿

🏁💣💥⇢ ¡ sᥱx lovᥱr !

#O12

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⠀⠀⠀🍷🦇⛓⚡️tunombre

blowjøbs mᥲchiᥒə_singlə::::

tᥲttoist ᥲrt ### boy's kissēr.

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#O13

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$HITING____RUDE.BØY ⛓💸

tᥲkən by @urbae⌇bisᥱxuᥲl.

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#O14

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🐉ˈβρώμικος 𖤐𖤐 løve is møre

depressing thᥲn depressiøn.

ㅤㅤ ⠀ ⠀#27YEARS ¡ singlë

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#O15

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✧ミ🕷 *tu nombre*

taken by @Satan

rudᥱ girl + #19년

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#O16

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ᥱvil ᥲngǝl 👼🏻♡҂🕸

your nameˎˊ˗ #edad

bae’s propᥱrty

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#O17

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❝ hᥱridᥲs dᥱ guᥱrrᥲs

quᥱ nadiᥱ gᥲnó. ❞ 🕊︴

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

@‘s property ♡🍓

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#O18 🐝

TU NOMBRE 🧸࿐

seventeen. single. hetero.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍,

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆.

@tunovix’s bæ.

#O19 🐝

TU NOMBRE 👼🏻🔪₆⁶₆

𝐗𝐈𝐗. (19)

ㅤ

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.

#O20 🐝ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

🌷📄‧₊◜·°˖˚♡

#1999 ; lesbian.

taken by @Arianagrande

𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖞.

#O21 🌴

TUNOMBRE — 17###

single ♡🏹 طفل ناعم

𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝒾 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝒽𝓊𝒽 ࿐

#O22 🌴ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜,

𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜

𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟.

🐇👒♡🌿༄ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

#2001 — Chilean⌇˚.

@tunovio' propiety 🕊♡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

#O23. 🌴 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

🦌♡📄՞. °

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴!

⌇˚.༄ tunombre — 𝑋𝑉𝐼𝐼

taken by @tunovio ¡! 🌲 ♡

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ yourname.୭ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🧸🌿♡💭｡*:･

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 but 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀turned-on ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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🌈🧚🌷🐇 𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑫𝑶𝑳𝑳

‧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ♡˚ ༘ # AGE. @'S ANGEL彡

! ! ! passionatə frøm miles awąy◞₊⋅ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

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｡*⋅₊˚. name 🐛♡🌨

παλέτα. age. hetero.

𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊

𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖙࿐

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✩‧₊*:• NOT YOUR BABY･:*₊‧✩

0800 0800 0800 0800 0800⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀name. single pringle. age.⠀⠀⠀⠀

🐻🌿🍯💌💭🍓🍰💒👼🌼🍥

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#O4

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17 springs. single. hetero.

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#O5

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失败# NAME. AGE. 🔭₊˚.༄

⠀what's a nice kid like u

doing in a place like this? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

♡ @yourbaby 's cutiepie ♡

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#O1

⋆°。𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 ⠀⠀⠀⠀✩

. ✦ · .

⠀⠀ ✩ ⠀˚ ⊹ ˚

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤwhat is love?

@yourlove baby’s

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#O3

𖤐*｡ 🦅🛢 ·˚ ༘⠀وقح⠀⠀⠀

# 𝐗𝐗V. ₆⁶₆ drunk(ᥱr) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

₊𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔯 ㅤ𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖞

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#O4

#𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ꜜ💸₆⁶⛓💣 25. ** 𝐈

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. ملك ‹ ࣪˖ © sαtαn's

kısser. 🃏⠀

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onyx-luvrrr · 2 years

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Hi miss! I was wondering if you can do Willam Afton x reader. Like she's married to William. So I thought if William wasn't so fond with Micheal when he was a baby, but was fine with his other kids how would reader feel as she loves all her kids.

Hi! I meant to post this yesterday, and I'm sorry I didn't </3 Pairing(s): William Afton x Reader Word Count: 0.5k Pronouns: She/Her

“Look, he has your eyes,” [YourName] cooed softly. William hummed in response, focusing on the book in his hands. [YourName] was too fixed on her newborn son, Micheal, to even glance up to see what William was doing. After 12 long hours of labor and waiting almost ten months prior to that- she was so happy to finally be holding her son. It wouldn’t be until a year later that [YourName] noticed the distaste William had for their son. “You missed his first steps and his first words.. all because of what? Henry?” [YourName] questioned. William breathed in and out slowly, trying to prevent himself from snapping at his wife. “I didn’t miss anything important, the boy just.. isn’t what I was expecting,” William answered. He turned away from her. “Nothing important? He isn’t what you were expecting?!- You know what- I’m going to walk away because if I don’t, I’m going to end up saying something I might regret,” [YourName] stated, folding her arms and storming off. Four years later, [YourName] and William would have a surprise baby girl named Elizabeth. The switch inside of William finally flicked on and all of a sudden, he was a parent. He did skin-to-skin, rocked her, and even helped Micheal hold Elizabeth. All the things he wouldn’t dare to do with Micheal, he would do with Elizabeth. It would be the same way three years later when [YourName] gave birth to another little boy, Evan. Micheal was now nine and had developed his own feelings, thoughts, and emotions. “Come on, hold your brother, Mike.” [YourName] said. “I will once dad and Elizabeth are done hogging him,” the child said, sighing as he climbed onto the bed. “No, Micheal, down. You could hurt your mother,” William scolded his son. “You would let Lizzy do it, why can’t I?” Micheal asked. “Your sister is lighter and younger than you. Don’t play games with me, Micheal Afton,” William scolded again. Micheal before nodding. [YourName] sighed sadly and shook her head before leaning over and patting her son’s head. “You can sit with me in bed once we get home tomorrow, ignore your father,” [YourName] whispered, causing the child to chuckle and smile.

William Afton:

❥ William would grow distant from his eldest son after Evan’s birth.

❥ Not that the two were close in the first place; they didn’t have a proper relationship to begin with. ❥ You would argue with William day in and day out to pay Micheal the same attention he pays Elizabeth and Evan. ❥ But of course, you never won that argument. ❥ When Micheal turned fourteen, William opened up the pizzeria. ❥ You saw this as a bonding opportunity for Micheal and your husband. ❥ Despite never having the closest relationship with William, Micheal grew to love the pizzeria. ❥ His little brother, Evan, not so much. ❥ You were so unaware what it meant, a year later, when you saw William and Micheal finally bonding. ❥ God, you wished you never pushed the two to have a relationship.

#fnaf x reader #fnafsb x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #five nights at freddy's security breach x reader #fnaf william afton x reader #afton x reader #fnaf afton x reader #william afton x reader

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Homecoming

Shield High School FACULTY AU

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Reader; Teacher!Avengers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, SMUT, mutual pining, angst, jealousy, Loki being Loki, Thor being oblivious, horny Bucky, masturbation, explicit fantasy, daddy kink, fingering, manual sex, sexually charged language, semi-public sexual act.

A/N: This comes right after Newbie. I hope you like this. I got a few requests to be tagged, so if I missed you, just drop me a line.

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Steve, Bucky and Sam watched as you filled your coffee cup and waved at them before you hurried to your classroom.

You couldn’t hang out in the lounge this morning because you had a zoom meeting with a parent.

“She probably didn’t eat a good breakfast this morning either…”

Bucky grumbled as he watched you leave.

He turned back to his friends who were smirking at each other over their coffee.

“You got a banana that she could devour?”

Bucky flipped Sam off and got up to refill his cup. In the first four weeks of school, you had become their fourth musketeer, filling the void unexpectedly.

No one would ever replace T’Challa, in anyone’s heart, but you were a breath of fresh air, and just like one of the guys; the homie.

To Steve and Sam.

For Bucky, it was complicated.

“I’m so sick of you pining over Yourname. When are you going to make your move?”

Bucky just stared at Sam.

“Who says I wanna make a move? She’s a friend.”

“Well, if you don’t make a move, someone else will. She’s hot.”

Steve gave Bucky a sideye as he said it.

“If you’re not interested, I might try to shoot my….”

“I’d fucking break your stupid fucking face.”

Bucky threatened Steve calmly as he sipped his coffee, blue eyes gone dark and aimed at his friend while his left, metal hand curled into a fist. The threat was low, but menacing.

Steve and Sam were silent, then Sam groaned and reached for his wallet while Steve slapped the table.

“I told you! Fuck you. Pay me Sam!”

Steve was grinning at his intuitiveness.

Loren Olsen walked into the room, and caught the tail end of the conversation.

“I didn’t think you were the kind of man to pay for it Wilson, but sex work is work. Good for you Steve, for requesting adequate compensation for your skills.”

It was obvious that he amused himself because of the lopsided grin on his face.

The three men just stared at him coldly, not reacting to his idea of a joke.

Olsen cleared his throat.

“Where is Ms. Reader? I have some books that will aid her in her instruction.”

Bucky looked at Olsen’s pale hands and saw a couple of literature books. He reached out his hand.

“I’ll take them to her. No need for you to go all the way across the building.”

Loren smirked.

“Oh yes. It is interesting how she got the room right next to yours, T’Challa’s old room, is it?”

Bucky and he held a staring match.

“Yes, it would have made more sense for hers to be right next to mine instead of that insufferable little nuisance Parker.”

Bucky took another sip of coffee and shrugged.

“For all his bluster, Fury is a smart instructional leader. Steve’s room is on the other side of hers. Makes sense for US History and American Lit classes to be near each other. You know, cross-curricular instruction? It will help the kids on their AP tests.”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s why that happened. And you and Steve enjoy having her between you two, I bet. But that leaves your darling Sam out...”

He was trying to insult them, but the tone of his voice was a little too teling.

“I’m right across the hallway, so I get mine.”

Sam grinned at Olsen, not offended at all.

“You know I’m teaching Psychology this term? There’s this phenomenon called projection…”

Olsen interrupted Sam’s burn.

“I will deliver these myself. I could use the morning constitutional. And I need to get in deep with her…”

Loren’s light blue eyes flashed at Bucky’s.

“...about the Smarter Instruction Conference next month. It’s in the City this year and Fury agreed to pay for us to attend.”

He flashed a smile at the trio.

“We have to finalize our registration and hotel arrangements.”

“GOOD MORNING ESTEEMED EDUCATIONAL COLLEAGUES…”

Eric Masterson entered the lounge and Loren Olsen shot Bucky a look and then exited the room, muttering about Eric’s entrances.

“What is with the frost giant? And why do you have a look of displeasure on your face Barnes? Did you not charge your arm last night?”

Steve shook his head at Eric.

“Why do you talk that way? It’s just...so very unnecessary.”

“Nevermind that, Rogers. Let’s talk about whether you are worthy to pick up the mantle of the head of the Halloween Haunting fundraiser for the athletic fund in two short weeks...”

Bucky ignored the conversation at the table, steam literally coming off his head. He stared straight ahead as he imagined you trapped in New York City with the Author of Lies, as Stark called him.

“Look at that.” Eric pointed at Bucky. “Barnes looks as if he is about to explode…”

Bucky didn’t even hear what Eric said as he stood up, gathered his things, and headed toward his classroom.

---

It took a good five minutes to walk from the teacher’s lounge, which was in the main wing, to his classroom, which was in the new addition.

Bucky tried to clear his head of thought and emotion. It was hard. Ever since you walked into the building, compartmentalizing was impossible.

Your voice, your eyes, your hair, your skin, your smile. Those legs, that ass, that body. Everything about you physically was perfect. To him. Your wit, your intelligence, and your enthusiasm, all of that was a balm to his stormy soul.

Especially since he’d about decided to give up teaching and reenlist.

He’d decided that civilian life wasn’t for him, because at least in the army, when you lost people, it was for a greater purpose.

Stateside, his friends abandoned him because of things that don’t make sense. Like cancer.

Losing T’Challa put him in a tailspin but he’d let Sam and Steve talk him into one more year to see how it went. He didn’t think he could make it without all of his friends around him and then you showed up.

And when you ate that fucking banana on the first day….Holy shit, Bucky couldn’t help his mind from day dreaming about your lips wrapped around his cock.

Daily.

Several times a day.

And especially at night, when he was alone in his apartment, Alpine mewling and at his bedroom door as he languidly stroked himself to completion, the lube a poor substitute for how you must really feel.

Bucky tried to clear his mind and he scrubbed his face with his hand to get his mind right as he approached your room. He took out his phone and texted his wingmen.

He heard your laugh as he approached. Shit, did you really enjoy talking to that fucker? He could hear what you were saying as he got closer.

“That sounds amazing, Mr. Olsen!”

Bucky was at your door and saw you behind your desk and Olsen perched on the edge of it, leaning over to you.

One of his long legs was drawn up on the desk and the other was on the floor. Bucky had the urge to take that one out and send Olsen to the hospital, but he resisted.

“I told you. Call me Loren.”

Although he couldn’t see it, Bucky was sure that Olsen had on his shit eating grin.

You had the nerve to bat your eyes up at him as you replied.

“I’m sorry, Loren. It just slipped out.”

At that, Bucky turned on his heel and went into his room, slinging his bag into his chair and pacing in front of the window for a bit. He looked at his watch and saw that he had 30 minutes until class started.

“C’mon….,” he muttered to himself. Then he heard it. The chime for the overhead speaker.

Mr. Olsen, please report to the office, Mr. Olsen to the office.

It was Lorraine, the front desk secretary. Steve must have gone and flirted with her to get her to do this. Bucky watched Olsen stalk off down the hallway and then got up and went to your room, trying to act nonchalant.

“Hey Bucky!”

You tried not to stare at him. He looked so cute. His glasses fit his handsome face and his lithe body just did it for you. This nerd boy was your cup of tea.

You were up now, making sure that every desk had a book on it. Bucky walked toward you, took half the stack and helped you put them out.

“Good morning. You ran out of the lounge like lightning. Did you eat breakfast?”

You ducked your head. Why did Bucky always treat you like a little sister? It was frustrating. He must think you were an idiot.

“Almost? I had a banana on the way to school.”

Bucky smirked and said, “Fun times for the banana,” under his breath.

“What?”

You were on the other side of the room.

“I said, you need to eat more than a banana for breakfast.”

Bucky tried to be a concerned friend instead of a simp. He felt he was failing miserably.

“I know, I know. I really am a full grown adult woman. I promise.”

At 26, you were older than most first year teachers, but you worked to put both you and your sister through college and went to school part time.

You felt so new at all of this sometimes. Living your dreams was a heady thing. You’d wanted to be a teacher since you were four.

You smiled at him and then turned around to pick up a book that fell off a student desk. The visual was like a one-two punch for Bucky who had to plant his feet to keep from going up behind you.

“Oh, I believe you, Doll.”

You straightened up and looked at him over your shoulder. You loved when he called you that. It made your liver quiver, although you’d reasoned it was another way that he was designating you as a younger sibling.

Bucky stared at you for a long time as you turned around to face him. Your shirtwaist wrap dress was choice today. He figured all he had to do was pull a string and it would be on the floor. Then, you would be on the floor on top of the dress and under him…

He snapped out of it and changed the subject.

“You brought a change of clothes for practice today?” He just wanted an excuse to continue talking to you.

“Yeah, my bag is in my car. I’m excited!”

Bucky was taking over the soccer program since T’Challa was… gone now. You were assisting with Girl’s Soccer, whose season was in the fall.

“Oh! But tomorrow, Nat and I are going shopping for something to wear for the Homecoming dance on Friday, so I will have to leave early.”

Nat was your one close female friend on staff. The others were nice, but to themselves, like Wanda, or outright standoffish, like Sharon Carter.

“You’re getting a dress for Homecoming?”

Bucky was confused.

“Yes? Aren’t you chaperoning?” You were smiling at him again.

“Of course.”

Bucky answered quickly, although he had planned on no such thing.

You brightened up.

“Cool! I can’t wait to see you in a suit and tie.”

Hold up, wait. Bucky hadn’t signed up for this.

“You mean so that I can look like Olsen?”

Loren wore a bespoke suit and tie to school everyday, as opposed to Bucky’s t-shirts, sportcoats, and jeans. Made him wonder how Olsen could afford that on a teacher’s salary. It also made him wonder if that is what you liked.

“Well, he does look good in a suit.”

Bucky’s heart dropped. It was hopeless.

“But I think you’d look good in anything.”

You flashed a shy smile and turned to go back to your desk.

You were praying that you didn’t sound too smitten with every step you took, but you heard the smile in his voice when he said, “Well, we just might see, Doll.”

You turned around and you two grinned at each other for a few seconds, then Bucky cleared his throat again.

“So, what was Olsen in here talking about? New words added to the OED?”

You laughed at Bucky’s joke, and then said, “No, he was telling me about the Instruction Conference in NYC next month. I’m excited!”

“Yeah?”

You excited was everything. He couldn’t be mad.

“Yeah! You, me and the guys will have a ball! Learning about smarter instruction, of course.” You giggled.

“Oh. Well, Doll, I don’t know if there are funds for us to go too… Fury hasn’t said anything to us about it.”

Your face fell.

“Well, damn. I was looking forward to it, maybe you and Steve showing me around Brooklyn, and to Sam being my personal photographer.”

You looked up at him and damn if you weren’t pouting. Fuck! His pants got a little tighter and he wanted to kiss, lick and fuck those lips into a smile.

“I’ll ask Sam if the Social Studies department has funds for us to go.”

You clapped excitedly, just like his perfect little sexy baby doll. He had to make a way.

He heard the early warning bell. Ten minutes to go.

“Well, I’ll get going now.”

“Have a great morning. See you at lunch!”

“You too, Doll.”

-------

You were wiggling and pouting on the bed beneath him. Bucky put his hand on your waist keeping you still while slapping the head of his thick cock against your clit. You kept moving and whining.

Bucky’s metal hand grabbed your face and squeezed gently.

“Keep still, Baby Doll. I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

“Yes Daddy.”

Bucky groaned and prepared his stiff cock to enter your glory, when his phone rang.

He tried to ignore it and keep stroking, but it was your special ringtone. He took a minute to catch his breath and answered it.

He ignored his cock, which was still standing at full mast as he greeted you.

“What’s up, Doll?”

His voice was deep and gravely, almost like early in the morning on Tuesdays when you two did morning duty. But he sounded breathless, too.

“You sound weird, Bucky. You okay?”

“Oh yeah. Just. Working out.”

Bucky’s dick deflated as the guilt set in. He felt like a creeper. He was in this situation because you sweaty in a t-shirt and shorts after working out with the team drove him to distraction.

He just wanted to smell your sweat soaked pussy. Was that so wrong?

He put you on speaker and cleaned himself up, pulling his basketball shorts back on.

“Well, I was thinking that Seraphine would be a better striker than a mid-fielder. Her speed…”

You started talking about the girls, excitedly chattering. All Bucky could think about was you as he listened to your voice.

“I agree. You’re absolutely right.”

“Cool. I just had to share before I knocked out and forgot all about it.”

Bucky had settled on the couch to reduce temptation. He turned on the tv, letting some random movie flicker on the schreen, a distraction from his mind.

But he couldn’t be distracted from you. He wondered what you looked like right now.

“What are you…” he caught himself. “Doing?”

He leaned back and tried to picture you in his mind.

All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. He opened his eyes and saw that you were FaceTiming him. He sat up, ran his hands through his hair and tried to be cool.

When he answered the FaceTime, your cute face filled his phone screen. When you saw him, your eyes got wide.

“What?”

Then you just kept staring and he looked down.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Not wearing a shirt. Told you I was working out.”

He grinned sheepishly at you as he put his phone down and slipped on a hoodie. You got a glimpse of abs and a bulge in his gym shorts that had to be distorted. Damn, you were thirsty.

Bucky could tell that you were wearing a tank top, but he could only see you from your shoulders up. You were adorable with your hair up in a scarf and your face scrubbed clean of make up. A natural doll.

“This was supposed to be a surprise, but I can’t keep a secret, so…”

You grinned as you put the phone down and propped it up on the counter to show Bucky what you were doing. You were making what looked like stir fry.

You were also giving him a damn good view of you in a tank top and white cotton panties, which he was sure you weren’t aware of. He only felt like a little bit of a creep as he paid very close attention.

“I wanted to prove that I could cook myself a meal, and also pay you back for feeding me every day.”

Bucky always brought an extra peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you.

“I’m gonna bring it for our lunch tomorrow.”

You brought the phone up to your face. Bucky groaned, “Looks so good Doll. I can’t wait to eat it.”

Bucky meant the food, and you. But you had no idea that he wanted you. And he wasn’t sure if you wanted him, but the look on your face made him semi hard again.

He was so freaking cute and sexy. You almost offered to take some food over, but you didn’t want to be forward. Or rejected.

“Ok. Well. You can have some tomorrow.”

Bucky grinned and chuckled at the thought.

“I guess I’ll let you go…”

You felt self conscious, so you bit your lip.

Bucky looked through the phone and you.

“Don’t ever do that, Doll…”

Goodness, your heart. You wish he knew.

“Sweet dreams, Doll. See you tomorrow.”

That voice, those eyes, that pet name. You were unsettled.

“‘Night, James.”

You hung up before Bucky realized what you’d said.

——-

Bucky woke up hopeful and smiled all the way to school, looking for you in the lounge.

You weren’t there, but he started a conversation with Peter. The kid was green and needed some advice. Bucky didn’t want him to end up like Clint.

You floated in and out before he got a real chance to talk to you.

At lunch, he saw the look on your face when Sam called him your “work husband” when you brought him the food. You ate and left quickly making Bucky want to smash something.

The entire day was awkward, and he wanted to approach you, but it was never the right time. After school, you bailed on practice to go shopping, so Bucky ended the school day frustrated.

———-

“The little dance you two do is cute, but it’s time to make a move, sweetie.”

“What?”

Natalie cocked her head at you and shook it.

“C’mon. You just picked out a dress the color of Bucky’s eyes.”

You hadn’t even realized. You were drawn to the ocean blue dress retro dress and it looked good on you.

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

“To everyone. Except James Buchanan Barnes.”

You nodded.

“Well, that’s good. Since he just thinks of me as a little sister.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“If you were his sister, he could be arrested for what he wanted to do to you.”

You just gaped at her as she smiled.

“Both of you are so smart, yet so clueless. You deserve each other.”

Nat chuckled and shook her head.

“It’s been entertaining but it’s getting old. My date for your hookup in the pool is imminent, so get a move on.”

“Wait.. there’s a betting pool?”

Natasha groaned as she explained what was so obvious to everyone else.

——————

On Friday night at the dance, Bucky fidgeted in the back of the gym by the punch bowl. He kept looking around for you and adjusting his tie.

Bucky found it in his mailbox after school that day. It was ocean blue and he thought he knew who gave it to him, but you had bolted early for the day and wouldn’t answer any texts.

That made him nervous, but he wore the tie and noticed that it matched his eyes. He didn’t know what it meant, but he was hopeful as he decided to ditch his glasses for contacts tonight.

Peter Parker came up next to him and started talking. He liked the kid, but he was full of questions. When Tony Stark wasn’t around, he sought out Bucky.

“So… Bucky?”

Bucky took a sip of punch which had basically no flavor; he pulled out his flask and spiked his cup with gin and offered some to Parker who refused.

“Yeah, kid?” Bucky’s eyes were scanning the room for you.

“I have a weird relationship with Homecoming.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I got into a big thing with my date’s dad, and then she moved away.”

Bucky looked at Peter. This kid had real anxiety.

“Sounds… pretty much like normal teenage stuff, Pete.”

“Well, it was epic to me...Whoa. Yourname looks hot.”

Bucky turned around, and there you were, framed in the light of the gym doors and looking around. The dress you were wearing was everything.

The way it fit was perfect, and the length matched with 6 inch heels made your legs look like they went on forever.

It was a modest dress, but the way you were wearing it, with your matching glasses and long, sexy legs, made you look like a teacher Bucky needed to fuck.

And he was staring at you now and licking his lips.

He felt a push and he was forced to step toward you. He looked behind him to see Sam grinning at him, and then turned around just in time to catch your eye.

Bucky tried to be cool as he walked toward you and you checked him out. He hoped you liked what you saw.

“Damn, Bucky is fine,” you thought as you saw a dreamboat come toward you. You smiled and grasped your clutch in front of you, feeling your skirt move as you shimmied a little from side to side.

You were excited that he was wearing the tie. Maybe he was picking up what you were putting down.

“Hey Doll.” You could have just fainted away at the way he said that.

“Hello James.” You pouted up at him softly, then smiled. Bucky wanted to drop to his knees before you.

“Your eyes are so nice. You look… good.”

You took in his suit and tie and reached up to straighten it.

Bucky relished the feel of your hands on him, with the feather touches to his neck and the way your hand lingered on his shoulder when you were done.

“You are the best looking thing in this place, a real life Doll.” He took your hand and twirled you so that your skirt fanned out. He didn’t let go.

“Thanks for the tie.”

He beamed down at you.

“Does this mean that I’m your date, since we’re matching and all….”

You couldn’t even front.

“I just had to get it when I was out shopping. I thought you would look hot in it.”

You smiled up at him, your stomach doing somersaults.

“I wasn’t wrong.”

“You…. think I’m hot?”

Bucky raised his eyebrow at you and all of a sudden you were nervous. You looked down at your shoes. Bucky raised your chin with his metal hand so you’d look at him again.

“That’s good, because I think you are hot too. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “You didn’t answer my question. Am I your date to this dance?”

He looked so dreamy that you were caught up.

“Do you want me to be?”

You being coy was not gonna help you not get railed tonight, Bucky decided. In fact, it would only make him pursue you harder.

“Yes, Yourname. Will you be my date for this dance?”

“Yes, James, I will.”

Bucky grinned and wanted to pick you up and twirl you around, but instead he presented his arm as he turned around to lead you to…. All of a sudden he swerved.

Sam and Steve and Bruce and Tony were by the punchbowl now, sights set on the two of you. He didn’t want them to harsh the vibe you two were building, but you had other ideas.

‘“Oh! Let’s go say hello!”

You tugged him toward the group.

Bucky cringed and tried to stay out of the line of fire as they all complimented you on your dress and how nice you looked. But of course he wouldn’t be so lucky.

His boys started busting his balls about the suit, and Tony started throwing shade. He withstood it for you, but then Stark got in what he thought was the ultimate jab.

“Aw, you two look so cute together. You should go take a picture.”

Tony nodded toward the Homecoming backdrop that the kids were using. Sam and Steve were holding in laughter, as Bruce just shook his head.

You looked at the picture line and then back at them.

“A picture is an AWESOME idea!”

-----------

That was how you ended up marching all five of them over to the picture station and took a group pic.

First they were grumbling, and then got into it, doing silly, retro poses, and then one nice one, with Bucky behind you, holding your hip against his as Sam and Steve stood behind him and Bruce and Tony stood facing you.

You tried to concentrate on smiling and not grinding back against him, but then he pulled you back on him as the photographer counted, and you felt a sizeable bulge. You were sure that picture showed you with your eyes wide.

You went back to work, separating horny teenagers, all the while sympathizing with them. Even though you didn’t stay right by his side, you were never out of Bucky’s sight.

It felt as if he was stalking you as his prey and you knew some kind of conversation about what this ‘date’ meant was coming.

You wanted the truth about how he felt. Did he like you like you? You thought about it and had an idea. You tore a piece of paper out of the little notebook you always carried with you.

When you were done, you took your folded note, came up next to him as he was talking with Peter, and put it in his coat pocket.

He looked down and then up at you as you sauntered away, smiling at him over your shoulder.

----

You were outside around the back of the gym, panicking and thinking of running away. What the hell was up with you? You taught high school, you weren’t in high school.

You waited, five, then ten minutes and decided to give it up. That’s it. This crush was officially over, you’d forget about him.

You’d decided to go home when you heard Bucky clear his throat. You looked up and it was like his eyes were shining in the dark.

“You know, I’m a little slow at times. I stared at the front of the note for a long time, knowing my answer, and then searched for you everywhere inside.”

You looked up at him breathlessly as he approached.

“And then two minutes ago I finally turned it over and saw that you told me to meet you out here.”

You pouted. He dick swelled. He moved closer to you, took your face in his hand, and traced your lips. He chuckled.

“Sorry Doll, but in answer to your question: Yes. I like you. I like everything about you.”

His eyes swept over your face and down to your dress.

“Question is, do you like me?”

He stopped tracing your lips and moved his hand to your neck, encasing it, three fingers at your nape. You fought the urge to close your eyes.

“Y-yes James. I like you.”

Bucky smiled and moved closer. He moved his face toward yours and you just knew he was going to kiss you, but then he stopped. You whined.

“Can I kiss you?” He liked this control he had over you.

“Please.” You wanted him.

His eyebrow raised again.

“Begging already. Oh, Baby Doll.”

You moaned as Bucky closed his lips on yours, tongue sweetly probing, then forcefully parting your lips and dominating your mouth sweetly.

When you parted, you were both panting, Bucky’s hand still on your neck and your hands on his chest, clutching his tie. You tugged on it, pulling him back in for another.

And you made out behind the gym like teenagers, hands first shyly exploring, then groping each other through your clothes.

When you came up for air, you decided to go for it.

“I want you.”

Bucky wanted to jump for joy. But he decided to stay cool.

“What does that mean?”

You glared up at him. “You know what I mean.”

“No I don’t Doll, tell me.”

There was a staring contest as Bucky licked his lips. Shit.

“I want you to defile me. Fuck me stupid, ruin me for any other man…”

Bucky cut you off with another kiss. He didn’t think that you would just give voice to his fantasies like that.

“Don’t get me going, Doll. Wouldn’t do to have you screaming out here, now would it?”

“I dare you.” You were getting bold.

Bucky turned you around so that your face was on the wall and he pushed his crotch into your ass. Needing more contact, you pushed back on him, wanton and desperate for him.

“What’s this? You want my cock?”

Bucky palmed your ass and felt you up through the dress, squeezing and manhandling you with his metal hand.

“Y-yes James. I need it. I dream about it.”

You reached back and grabbed it, your mind not fully registering its scope through his trousers. It felt like a large, metal bar. For a moment you wondered if it was made out of the same material as his arm.

You were making him weak. He had to do something. He brought his other hand around and rubbed your cunt through the material of your skirt, your pussy warm through the fabric. You instinctively pressed against him, wanting more.

He listened to you whimper as he moved his hand, and to the sounds of your wetness increase even through the dress and your underwear.

“Sounds like you need some relief, huh Baby Doll?”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his hand hiked up your dress and cupped your sex through the top of your panties. His bare fingers on your clit was heaven.

“Y-yes..”

Bucky pinched your clit and clapped his metal hand over your mouth as you keened.

“So fucking responsive for me. I can’t wait to get you in bed.”

And his hand started moving, one finger taking the deep dive into your wet heat and the others gripping the rest of you. He added another finger, and felt you clench around him.

“So fucking tiny. Want my cock in this tight little hole?”

Bucky whispered as he practically lifted you off the ground with the way he was finger fucking you.

“God yes.”

You started humming in your throat and as Bucky took your hand from around his cock and wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing himself into you as you moaned louder.

“Quiet Baby Doll, don’t want anyone to know how good I’m making you feel out here.. this is just for me…”

“It’s yours….”

“You’re got damn right it is. Since the day we met, you’ve. Been. Mine…

Each word was punctuated by a swirl of his thumb around your clit, and you came all over his hand when he said the word, ‘mine.’

He held you up as you came, not withdrawing his hand from you until your pussy stopped pulsing. Then, he fixed your panties, pulled your dress down, and turned you around.

You clung to him, a little exhausted, but thrilled at the same time.

“Mmmm. So good. I knew you’d taste delicious.”

Bucky was moaning in your ear. You pulled back to look him in the eye as he licked your juices off his fingers.

“Let me take care of you.” You reached for his zipper, but he stopped you.

“No. We’re gonna take our time the rest of the night. I just had to make you feel good. I dream about it.”

You smiled.

“Good, cause I want to swallow your cock nice, slow, and sloppy.”

Those words, along with the look you gave him and the way you licked your lips made it jump.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me jizz in my pants, Baby Doll.”

Bucky chuckled into your ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

——————-

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Parings; c!Wilbur Soot x Reader Pronouns; she/her Desc; Wilbur Soot left too soon, way too soon. TW: DEATH, MENTIONS OF DEATH, MOURNING, VANISHING TWIN SYNDROME, PREGNANCY.

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The ear-piercing scream that was heard throughout L’manberg was evident. If it wasn't for [YourName]’s brother-in-law, she probably would have hit her head and injured herself. Tommy gently set [YourName] down, in the same amount of shock as her, he watched [YourName] slam the ground and beg for Wilbur to be alive.

“PLEASE! PLEASE OH MY GOD,” [YourName] sobbed, holding the ground. Her fingers dug into the ruined dirt, her nails getting covered in dirt and soot from the TNT. Philza’s face softened, he had murdered his son for a good cause, but to watch his daughter-in-law break down was just as horrible. He watched [YourName] push herself up and make her way over to the cave Wilbur had dug out for this operation, helping her up, and stood there watching [YourName] cradle Wilbur’s face.

There, Wilbur laid in the lap of his wife with a smile on his face. The sword that was used to murder him remained in his body as it was hard for Philza to even think about yanking it out, that was his boy, his son, his pride and joy, and he just murdered him. Wilbur’s eyes remained closed no matter how much [YourName] whispered out begging for him to open them up.

Philza placed a hand on her shoulder, gently forcing her up from her spot. She was too tired to fight back, she just laid limp reaching out for her husband despite the reassurance that he won’t come back- [YourName] believed he would. She just knew Wilbur would awaken and come join her in bed and hold her close just as he did twice before.

But he never did.

Wilbur never came, and Tubbo was assigned president while [YourName] mourned the death of her husband. Fundy couldn’t understand why [YourName] was so attached to such a person, but then he remembered she loved him and had a connection with Wilbur that he didn't have. As jealous as he was, Fundy remained around and built a home for himself and his step-mother.

When everything was finalized, finished, and moved into, it scared everyone when [YourName] fainted in the middle of New L’manberg. Fundy was a moment too late and poor [YourName] had to get stitched for the cut on her forehead. She and Fundy had assumed it was just because she was mourning, but when Philza sat down in front of them after doing more research, they both knew it was way more.

Fundy placed a hand on his mother’s shoulder and prepped for the news. “[YourName], you’re six weeks pregnant. Twins. I assume you didn’t know this?” Philza spoke, “S-Six weeks?! TWINS?!” [YourName] repeated frantically making Philza nod. Fundy blinked a few times before letting out a soft scream of a fox, “I’M A BROTHER?!” he asked repeatedly pacing back and forth. “Six weeks, Wilbur died four weeks ago- oh my god, I haven’t been with anyone else, oh my god, Philza-“ [YourName] spoke sending herself into a panic, “That's great, you have a piece of his legacy no one else has..” Phil said gently holding her hands.

[YourName] began to cry, glad to have such a thing with her but mourned her husband. She looked up and realized the excitement had worn off and Fundy and now he was panic pacing. His ears were down and his tail was no longer wagging, he anxiously played with his jacket, so [YourName] dropped Philza and made his way over to Fundy to calm him down. She played with his hair, held his face, and hugged him gently, everything she could to ground and remind Fundy that it’s all okay. It just gave more proof how despite everything happening to her right now, she was ready to parent. And that’s what makes a good parent, a good parent.

Philza softly smiled and sighed out, “Despite everything you’ve gone through, you’re still there for Fundy. You’re a good mother, [YourName].” he explained with a smile. [YourName] glanced away from Fundy for a moment and gently smiled, “Oh, Uhm, thank you?” she said dropping her hands to her step-son’s elbows. Fundy hugged [YourName] while she was still distracted, just sucking in as much [YourName] time he could get before leaving and returning home. Fundy would admit, he’s worried about being left behind, but wouldn’t voice them until dinner. [YourName] thanked Fundy for the food and ate quietly until he spoke up, “You won’t leave me right?” he asked randomly. [YourName] was confused at first, but then it clicked, “Your father wasn’t the best at expressing love once he had a focus. I can do that, even with a new baby coming around- I’ll always have time for you, Fundy. You’re my son, doesn’t matter if I didn’t give birth to you or not.” [YourName] explained with a smile. That smile brought comfort to Fundy, instead of talking he returned focus to his food. For the next few weeks, no updates were given about [YourName]. After her stitches were taken out and things returned normal, she would begin showing- that’s how everyone found out Wilbur was going to have a second kid. Because of this, Tubbo made sure Ghostbur had zero access to [YourName], not wanting to trigger anything inside of him that would result in a negative reaction. Ghostbur wasn’t Wilbur and who knows the powers that ghost has hiding behind him. “I just want to see my wife! How’s [YourName]?” Ghostbur huffed, crossing his arms but quickly recovered floating around Tubbo who was working hard on some paperwork. Tubbo frowned for a moment, he was struggling harder and harder every day to hide [YourName] from Ghostbur. “She’s fine, she misses you too. Now, Ghostbur, go bother Philza, I need to make a few choices.” Tubbo mumbled watching Ghostbur rush through a few walls to return outside and find his father. Ghostbur floated through the top of Philza’s house where he had expected Phil to be, but instead, he was nowhere to be found. He gently floated downstairs, having yet to reveal himself, where he heard his wife’s voice and Philza talk. Joy rushed through his spirited body but halted when he processed that [YourName] was crying.

“It happens, and luckily one of the twins remained. You didn’t cause this, it’s natural.” Philza comforted, [YourName] nodded “I just- I feel horrible, I didn’t even know that was possible! Wilbur would be so upset” she explained. “Wilbur wouldn’t be upset at you though, some pregnancies result in one twin absorbing the other- and this was one of the cases,” Phil explained letting [YourName] lean against him. She took the water in front of her and drank some of it, not even noticing Ghostbur watching from the steps.

[YourName] stayed for a few more minutes, but left soon after. “[YourName] is Pregnant?” Ghostbur asked Philza, making him jump and nearly drop the glass he had in his hand. “GHOSTBUR!” Philza yelped, “Oh, hehe sorry, but my dear [YourName]. I-Is Wilbur the father?” Ghostbur asked softly. Phil debated on his next move and softly sighed “You’re the father, you were Wilbur before you were Ghostbur'' he explained gently, he didn’t want to make the ghost worry. “I should go talk to her-“ Ghostbur said, turning around and going to dash off, “NO-“ Philza yelled.

Ghostbur stopped in his tracks, “Why not?! First Tubbo, now you, I just want to see my wife!” he pouted before pulling some blue out and calming down. Philza sighed, “She’s not ready, she's fragile.” he whispered toward his dead son “She probably will react negatively and confusingly, and we don’t want that or her to get hurt.” he added trying to dumb down their reasoning. Ghostbur just sighed, accepting it as it is.

It didn’t stop Ghostbur from watching her though, he would go invisible and follow Fundy around the house and watched as his son helped out [YourName] around. “You’re coming up seven months, you need to be careful, I can hear dad screaming at us.” Fundy explained easing his mother into a chair and picking up what she was trying to get, “He’d have to suck it up, I can't be held down.” [YourName] jokingly pouted. Fundy just smiled and patted his mother’s hair, “I’m making lunch, I’ll be back.” he said leaving for the kitchen.

Ghostbur sat there and watched [YourName] shift in her spot but gently place a hand over top of her enlarged stomach. The womb that housed his and [YourName]’s baby. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but from the observations he’s made, Philza was right. Every night she’d wake up and reach over, what he remembered, to be his side of the bed and proceed to cry on a bad day into his old L’manberg coat. He obviously left his mark on his wife and he didn’t mean the baby.

Around the time [YourName] was suppose to go into labor, her emotions did a one-eighty and she no longer searched for Wilbur’s side of the bed for him or found herself begging for her husband to be alive. She didn’t know why, but it began feeling as if Wilbur was there and holding her hand through every step of the way, and that's why when she gave birth she was more than ready. While Ghostbur took this as she no longer missed him, the reality was [YourName] was just trying to be mentally there for her child. She couldn’t be the one waking up in the middle of the night crying, she had to be stronger. Ghostbur was in distress but didn’t want to tell anyone he’s been stalking his wife and child. He would get scolded by Philza, he had told him to leave them alone. But he just couldn’t he gave into his curious nature and just ended up hurting himself more, he couldn’t speak to [YourName] or give her blue on the nights she needed it more and he sure as hell blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, not Wilbur, and it hurt even worse than he thought it would.

The morning that [YourName] gave birth, it was hot and humid which added nothing good for the woman. Fundy was off the rails with stress, rushing around to get Philza. He didn’t know that Philza had taught Niki how to assist with labor, so now Fundy had to rush from Philza’s place to Niki’s place which meant an extra ten-twenty minutes of rushing around and leaving his mother in pain at the house. He didn’t want to leave [YourName] alone for more than he had to. By the time he returned to the house with Niki and Philza, [YourName] had managed to get into a spot and had everything right. Philza softly chuckled, “Might as well have the child on your own!” he said jokingly as he double-checked everything was there. Fundy hissed in surprise while [YourName] groaned, not really here for jokes just wanted this to get over with already! Niki shook her head, “It’s okay, [YourName], we’re going to give birth to this baby and the world will have another Soot on their hands!” she comforted patting [YourName]’s leg. The birth lasted HOURS, never in [YourName]’s life had she felt the pain she felt when giving birth to her child. As it was described by her mother, everything had been lifted off her shoulders and the pain was no longer there. The cries of her baby had rung throughout the home and outside she could hear the squeaks and excited yells from Techno and Tommy. They were just here for moral support- well WHEN did they get here? What the fuck? While [YourName] held her child, which turned out to be a girl, she thought back on the many conversations she and Wilbur ended up having before his death. Children were often a topic that was brought up when the future was mentioned, mostly after their marriage when Fundy was still younger. They had agreed on the name Fern, for ferns were pretty and it would- “Fit my perfect Princess,” Wilbur said placing a kiss upon his wife’s head. [YourName] giggled and grabbed Wilbur’s dirty L’manberg coat and dropped it in the water for washing. “You’re crazy, we’re not having a child while we’re at war, Darling.” [YourName] said looking up at him, “I know, but I think Fern would be the perfect name for our daughter, Rowan for a boy! Don’t they sound lovely?” Wilbur asked squatting across from his wife. Fundy had fallen asleep under the tree close by, this moment was perfect. “Absolutely” [YourName] replied leaning over the bucket and kissing her husband’s lips. “Fern.” [YourName] whispered gently rubbing a finger across her daughter’s cheek, Niki looked up from washing her hands and hummed “What?” Niki asked confused. “Fern. I think Fern would be perfect for her. Wilbur often mentioned that name.” [YourName] reiterated, “Oh! That is a cute name, shall I let the boys know they’re able to come in now?” she asked making the new mother nod. Niki left and entered all the boys under the roof, they entered quietly as possible, Tommy nervously fiddling with his shirt sleeve. [YourName] smiled softly looking up, “Hello boys, meet your niece, sister, and granddaughter; Fern.” she said revealing the sleeping newborn in her arms. Philza smiled, had stepped out of the room, and let [YourName] have more privacy as the birth went on. Fundy gasped at the smallness while Techno did his best not to melt on stop. Tommy was the first to speak, “It looks like him.” he whispered in awe, Techno nudged his brother harshly making [YourName] giggle. “It’s fine, Wilbur is her father.” she hummed. Finally, her family was mostly complete. A few months would pass, Fern would hit important milestones like eating, teething, crawling, all of those- but it didn’t feel the same without Wilbur. Wilbur must’ve had fox in him because after Fern’s first week, [YourName] and Fundy both noticed itty bitty fox ears and tail on the child. Fundy was beyond excited to show his sister how hunting works as a fox hybrid and how to pick the right berries, it was just a lovely sight to see. For each step, Fundy was there for his sister and his step-mother. For once, Fundy wanted to make Wilbur proud but in his own way. By taking care of his family, something his father couldn’t do. One day, [YourName] got away from Fern and Fundy. Today would be brother and sister bonding while [YourName] had a mother’s day off. She didn’t know what to do, but she finally sucked it up and got dressed. Today would be the first time [YourName] doing what she’s doing. It had been a year since Wilbur’s death and she had yet to visit his grave, and with no one home, she left to visit. To finally be His Visitor.

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Strangers ch. 46

The truth begins to be untold, from multiple perspectives.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ??? I honestly don’t know what this counts as anymore

Warnings: Strong language

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You can’t breathe for several seconds. You feel yourself begin to tremble, and Wonho must feel it too, because he places a protective hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?”

For a moment, the club swims before you. No. No. You’re not letting her win, not again. With enormous effort, you summon that numbness once more, letting it settle over you. In a single moment, you adjust your posture and expression, and although your throat feels like it’s about to close up, you don’t allow your voice to change. You’re an actress, after all. “Good to see you’re having fun,” you tell Yoongi cooly, ignoring Seoyeon. The redhead’s eyes narrow at your obvious disinterest. Yoongi’s gaze sweeps between you and Wonho, who’s glistening with sweat from dancing. Wonho’s mesh top is sticking to his defined abs.

“Looks like you are too,” Yoongi replies quietly. His brows knit together and his eyes search yours, almost pleading –

He can’t do this to me. It’s not fair. And you can’t keep your voice steady much longer. You take a long pull of your drink.

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon whines.

“Hyung!” Out of nowhere, Hoseok breaks through the crowd, looking wildly between you and Yoongi. “Ha… I-I didn’t know you’d be here!” He says through a too-wide smile.

Still looking at you, Yoongi jerks his head toward Seoyeon, who continues clinging to him. You notice Hoseok twitch.

Without breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you reach up and rest your hand on Wonho’s, who’s still holding your shoulder. “Wonho, I’m going to BTS’s private room. Hoseok, is it okay if Wonho comes with?”

“Of course.”

Wonho seems confused, but – bless him – he goes along with you as you turn your back on Seoyeon… and Yoongi.

“So! Tell me about your mixtape, how’s that going?” You hear Hoseok shout over the music as you lead Wonho away. By the time you finally shut the door, closing yourself off from the club, you feel like the night has lasted for far longer than a few songs.

The other members have disappeared, surely out on the dance floor or by the bar. Coats are strewn on the couch and chairs, and you can spot several empty bottles of soju on the counter.

‘Hey… you okay?” Wonho asks, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you answer too quickly.

“Want to talk about it?”

For a moment, just a moment, you consider telling him everything: about Lisa, missing and possibly dead. About Xiumin, who proved that you really couldn’t trust anyone. About Yoongi, whose betrayal hurt you more than any real boyfriend could. About Seoyeon, how she and her cronies followed you out of the hospital. About that night, the shove, the blood, the walk, the cold. About the photo, and how it ruined your lamppost meetings with Yoongi forever. You could tell him about how you found Seoyeon’s picture on Lisa’s laptop, making you fear the worst.

Or the relentless cyberbullying. Would Wonho understand? You reach up, rubbing your thumb against the Starry Night pendant. Your situation is comically unique – would anyone understand? You’re stronger now, yes, but what does your strength mean if Lisa is gone forever and Yoongi is dating your attacker?

Your phone buzzes. Finally, is it the contract from FYP Entertainment?

@mrsminnie<3: Guys! I made a poll, vote who u think Yoongi is better with- @seoyeonnielovesbts vs @yourname!

@jjksaysfuck: WHY does @yourname still think she’s relevant? Suga BROKE UP WITH HER lollll her career is #deadinthewater

@captainkookie21: @jjksaysfuck kinda like @yourname soon ;) #SUGA belongs to ARMYs! You’ll see ^-^

@streamDIEnamite03: Ok but like,,,, did anyone see that commercial with @WONHO and @yourname??? That was spicy 0_0

“Y/n?”

“Oh, sorry!” You realize you’ve been silent for several seconds too long. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should’ve known this would happen eventually, just…” You tuck your phone away. Not so soon.

“Dunno what he thinks he’s doing, showing up like this after that PR fiasco,” Wonho says, eyeing the door as though Yoongi is right behind it. “I mean, it looks like the girl wanted to come, Yoongi’s never been one for clubs. But seriously, dating a fan? You’d think he’d know better.”

You freeze. “Right.” You forgot that to the public, you and Yoongi met on the set of Possible. You forgot that you were never an ARMY – Yoongi wouldn’t date a fan.

“She gives me weird vibes, I dunno. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod. “I just want a few minutes without having to worry.” You’re both still standing awkwardly by the door, and you nod at the couch. “Wanna sit down? We can go back to the dance floor once we’ve caught our breath.”

“Sure. Hey, I never mentioned it earlier and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but that outfit looks really great on you.”

You laugh. Maybe the night doesn’t have to be a waste after all.

~~~

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon coos. “Buy me a drink?” “Get your own,” Yoongi growls, tugging his arm out of her grasp. He forgot the group had a VIP room at Club Xyon; what were they doing in it?

Spread around the dancefloor, he sees Jungkook and Jimin having one of their famous dance battles; Taehyung is dancing in the front, vibing with the smitten DJ. Jin and Namjoon are sitting in a booth, surrounded by gorgeous idols.

And Hoseok is with him. Y/n and Wonho are alone.

Seoyeon is still whining. “But Suga, I want you to get it for me!”

Ugh. “Fine, what do you want?”

“Anything. Make it strong.”

Yoongi locks eyes with Hoseok, making sure he knows to keep an eye on Seoyeon, before heading to the bar.

“Suga!” The pretty mixologist grins broadly at his approach. “I’m a big fan! What can I get for you?”

Yoongi nods. “Thanks. Can I get some sparkling water with vodka on the rim and – I don’t know, something strong? Whatever you want to make, but with an extra shot.”

She nods, and sets about making the drinks. As he’s waiting, Yoongi’s phone buzzes with a text:

D-man: eyo Gloss [11:13]

D-man: got some shit for u [11:14]

Yoongi: Please tell me it’s good [11:14]

D-man: u don’t pay me for good u pay me for results [11:15]

D-man: anyway idk about good, but it’s something? [11:15]

D-man: seems weird tho [11:16]

Yoongi: What do you mean? [11:17]

D-man: hang on there’s more [11:17]

D-man: lemme call u soon [11:17]

Yoongi: ???? [11:18]

“Here are your drinks – oh, no charge!” The mixologist says with a wink. “I’m never taking a cent from BTS.”

Yoongi laughs, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Call it a tip, then. I insist.”

Hoseok’s smile is strained as Seoyeon dotes on him. Yoongi wishes he could laugh at his discomfort, but Hoseok is the only one besides him and Y/n that actually knows what the girl is capable of.

“Here.” He hands Seoyeon the drink and sips from his own sparkling water. He refuses to lose his inhibitions around her.

Wonho and Y/n are alone. What if he hurts her?

Seoyeon takes a big swig. She was already drinking in the car on the way to the club, and Yoongi doesn’t understand why, with so much at stake, she can have fun.

She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n.

What he can’t understand is why Detective Kang and the rest of the police department aren’t investigating Seoyeon. Y/n did turn Lisa’s laptop over, right? Seoyeon’s photo was there, open on her desktop. Maybe they knew each other for unrelated reasons? But D would have told him.

Argh. This night wasn’t supposed to be such a mess. And what is Y/n doing?

~~~

“You’re kidding!” You snort into your glass of soju, almost spilling the drink down your front. “He said that?”

“Oh yeah. So I was like, dude, I’m not gonna fight you. Right? He was a head shorter than me. He didn’t like that, so he started swinging, but he ended up hitting my buddy–”

Already buzzed and determined to forget about Yoongi, you laugh harder than you need to. “That’s crazy.”

Your phone buzzes once, twice, three times. Argh. You glance at Wonho, hoping he didn’t notice the notification, but…

“Go ahead and take it,” Wonho says, ruffling his hair. “You’re hoping it’s the contract, right?”

“Ah – yeah, sorry.” You scroll through your notifications, past more hate messages. There’ve been fewer lately. You suppose you’re becoming old news. Still, some accounts have been more persistent. A text notification catches your eye:

Hi, L/n Y/n. I’m messaging you on behalf of Mr. Park of FYP entertainment. We expect a response to the contract offer by 5:00pm Tuesday.

“What?”

Wonho looks up from his screen. “What’s up?”

“This…” you furrow your brow. “This says I’ve already received the contract. But I’m certain I haven’t!” You reload your email inbox desperately, but nothing changes. Wonho leans closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Check your trash folder?” he suggests.

“But I haven’t deleted anything!”

“Just check.”

You sigh and click to view your recently deleted emails. There, staring at you, is an email with the subject line L/n Y/n FYP Ent. Contract of Employment 20xx.

“Oh my gosh, there it is!” You squeal, quickly moving it back to your inbox before tossing your phone aside and throwing your arms around Wonho. “Thank you so much!”

Wonho is quick to hug you back, laughing. “Of course. Glad I could help solve the mystery.”

As you gaze at Wonho, you’re filled with elation. Wonho’s easy. Unproblematic. Kind. “Wanna go back and dance?”

“Your wish, my command,” he replies with a wink. As you stand from the couch, Wonho steals a last glance at his phone- and does a double take. “Yo, what?”

“Wassup?”

“Ah, nothing. Just some stupid gossip about, er, Yoongi’s new girlfriend.”

Something burns in your throat. “Anything interesting?”

“Nah. Some people are saying that ‘cause her dad’s a cop, Yoongi must’ve committed a crime and her dad is letting him off if he dates Seoyeon.” Wonho chuckles. “The things people invent when they’ve got too much time on their hands.”

“What do you mean, her dad is a cop?”

He shrugs. “Detective, I guess. Same difference, and somehow I doubt Yoongi’s a felon. So! Are we gonna go dance?”

Kang Seoyeon.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly breathless. “Let’s dance.”

~~~

“I love this song!” Seoyeon squeals, waving her arms in the air. Yoongi, sipping his sparkling water, is doing his best to ignore her, while Hoseok is amusing himself with Seoyeon’s antics.

Yoongi wishes he could relax and enjoy himself, but with Y/n’s would-be killer and most certainly Lisa’s kidnapper now throwing it back to HyunA, and with D having something for him, Yoongi can’t do anything but stare around tensely. Suddenly, he notices Y/n and Wonho rejoining everyone on the dance floor. They’re laughing shoulder-to-shoulder. He feels a bolt of jealousy strike him like lightning, so fierce that he can barely breathe.

“Suga bear!” Seoyeon shouts, slurring her words slightly. She’s already finished her drink and is halfway through another. “You love me, right?”

Fucking hell. “No,” Yoongi replies, his voice flat. Behind Seoyeon, Yoongi can see Hoseok slap a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Seoyeon’s eyes fill with tears. “B-but you have to love me! I worked so hard, Suga! I did it all for you! You have to love me!”

Worked so hard? She had stalked him, tried to kill Y/n, and kidnapped Lisa. “Did all what for me?” Yoongi snarls. “You little –”

Bzzt. Bzzt. D is calling him.

Yoongi stares from his phone to Seoyeon to Y/n and Wonho across the dance floor. Shit. “Hoseok, keep an eye on her, okay?”

Hoseok salutes dramatically. “Yessir!”

With that, Yoongi snakes away from the crowd, eventually finding a less populated corner that gives him a perfect view of Y/n and Wonho having a great time. Wait… is it his imagination, or does Y/n look-

“Gloss! Yo, my guy!”

Yoongi tapped his foot impatiently. “C’mon, what’ve you got?”

“Jeez, gimme a sec! Okay, so. Remember how that photo of you and Y/n was going around?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, so it came from, like, one of the red-haired chick’s backup accounts.”

“D, you fuckin’ told me this shit already, man.”

“I’m getting there! Stardom’s making you annoying, come back to Daegu.”

Yoongi snorts. “Keep talking.”

“So, you asked if Lisa had any side socials that weren’t under her name, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, I did a bit of digging – I charge extra for all the thirst tweets I had to look at, by the way – and I found that the fan account Seoyeon posted on has a very interesting username… one that corresponds pretty damn well to one her mutuals.” D took a deep breath. “Seoyeon’s account was called ‘@capkookies_btsbff’, and her mutual’s account is @captainkookie21. Remember how she kept talking about someone named Cap? Sooo I looked at that account, poking around, yknow? First thing: This was a total BTS fan account till, like, a few months ago. But after that? Gloss, this is some of the worst hate I’ve seen in a hot sec.”

“Whaddya mean, hate?”

“Hate towards your girl, bro! All sorts of bullshit, creepy stuff. Now, the IP address – which I took the liberty of finding, you’re welcome – tells me they’re in Seoul. The more interesting thing is that the address changed, and only a little over a month ago.”

“How can that change? I thought IPs were tied to devices.”

“They totally are! But socials aren’t. So this person was using one device, up until a month ago, and then switched.”

“They got a new phone?”

“Maybe. Or maybe they were trying to hide their location and were forced to use a new device.”

Yoongi’s forehead wrinkled. “Wha…”

He could hear D sigh over the phone. “Dude! Don’t you get it? Before they switched devices, this account was linked to Lisa’s phone!”

Yoongi’s jaw goes slack. That night at Seoyeon’s house… “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.”

~~~

“W-Where’s Suuuu-ga?” Seoyeon whines, clutching at Hoseok’s arm. She finished the rest of her glass and is now clearly well on her way to drunk.

“He’ll be back soon,” Hoseok replies, trying to blend his movement in with the heavy bass so that he and Seoyeon don’t stand out too much.

“All I did was love him,” Seoyeon says now, her eyes wide and doe-like.

Hoseok makes a face. “You stalked him.”

Shaking her head vehemently, Seoyeon takes another pull of her drink. “Nuh-uh. I never did.”

Hoseok purses his lips. She’s clearly willing to let slip information, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. “You followed him to that hospital, and that lamppost. That’s called stalking.”

“Nooooooo I di-hic-didn’t,” Seoyeon warbles, swaying. Hoseok catches her and props her up, brows knit. Is she okay? Of course, Hoseok was the last to claim a title for holding one’s liquor, but Seoyeon seems insistent on getting wasted.

“I was just –” Seoyeon hiccups and giggles to herself. “Captain’s orders!”

“Orders?”

“Oops!” Seoyeon claps a hand over her mouth, stumbling backwards and bumping into an actress Heoseok recognizes from his favorite drama. “Nothingggg.”

This could be interesting. Hoseok plucks the glass from her hand, holding it away as she reaches for it. “Ah-ah-ah. I’ll give it back once you tell me what you meant.”

Seoyeon laughs, the sound going from a cute drunk giggle to something more intense, more concerning. “C-caaan’t~ Cap said I had to keep quiet.”

“Just tell me why you said you weren’t stalking Yoongi. You were following him, right? How else could you have found him at the hospital? And that lamppost?”

Seyeon sticks her tongue out. “Not telling!”

Is this really the same girl who shoved Y/n into a river and kidnapped Lisa under everyone’s noses?

Hoseok pauses and thinks. “Yoongi hasn’t kissed you, has he?”

Almost immediately, Seoyeon’s eyes well up with tears once more. “No! He never even touches me!”

“You know, I bet if you told me everything, he’d be really grateful.” Hoseok leans forward conspiratorially, barely able to hear himself over the music and shouts on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’d love you then.”

Seoyeon lets out a squeal that sounds practically inhuman. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Hoseok swallows down his guilt with the reassurance that he’s doing this for Y/n and Yoongi’s sakes. “So what were you doing at the hospital?”

Seoyeon stops and thinks hard, her face serious for the first time all night. “You really think he’ll love me? He won’t be mad?”

“Of course.”

Suddenly, Seoyeon shoots forward and snatches her glass away from Hoseok, downing the rest of the drink before he can blink. “I just wanted to be with him,” she says, wiping a droplet from her lips. “But I wasn’t following him. Cap said that she was at the hospital.” Seoyeon’s eyes turn dark, furious, the change so severe that Hoseok flinches. “Cap said she wanted to take Suga away from me. So I waited outside the hospital with my friends. Suga doesn’t belong to her!” Placing her glass on a nearby table, Seoyeon tugs at Hoseok’s sleeve desperately. “He belongs to me! To us, to ARMYs!”

Goosebumps erupt along Hoseok’s arms. Fans like this have always terrified him. To claim ownership of a person just because they were an idol… “And the lamppost? You didn’t follow Y/n, did you?”

Seoyeon blinks heavily. “I didn’t seeeee her after she fell into the river. Cap just told me where to go, and when I saw them hugging, I wanted to kill Y/n.” She smiles sweetly as though her words were nothing but innocent.

Hoseok can feel his stomach roil. “Why did you do all this?”

“Duh!” Seoyeon sweeps her arm around, gesturing at the club. “Cap’s friends with BTS! I was promised that Cap could set me up with Suga. And – hic – it worked.”

“We’re not friends. What?” Is this person someone the group knows? But Hoseok can’t think of many people the members of Bangtan are all friends with, except Y/n. No, surely…? She wouldn’t do that to herself.

It’s getting her a lot of publicity, a tiny voice in Hoseok’s head reminds him.

“W-What do you mean?” Seoyeon asks, a pout forming on her lips. “‘Course you are. After all, she has a video of Jimin saying her name.”

Hoseok’s heart is hammering in his chest. Y/n does love to tease Jimin. “At a fansign?” It would make sense, at least.

“Noooo~” Seoyeon says in a slurred singsong voice. “In your apartment.” She giggles, covering her mouth. “I recognized it from your lives!”

Hoseok’s own mouth goes dry. Had Y/n been manipulating his friend this whole time? “Oh.”

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Hello there! I hope you’re having a lovely day. Any chance you’d write a fake dating story with Tom?

That Day in the Rain

Synopsis: Tom lies and tells Haz you’re his girlfriend, who tells the world

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“Before I say anything, I’d like you to think about how much you love me.” Tom said once you opened your door to him.

“God, what the hell did you do?” You asked him with wide eyes.

“And how much I love you.” Tom continued as if you never interrupted.

“Is there a body?” You whispered harshly. “Are you making me an accessory?”

“And most importantly”, Tom went on with a boop on your nose, “think about all the times you told me you’d do anything for me.”

“Oh my God, he’s killed someone.” You groaned and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“This is one of those times.” Tom went on as if you weren’t talking.

“Who was it? A stranger? Harry? Jake?” You badgered. “Tom, please tell me you did not kill Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“I didn’t kill anyone! Why is that your first guess anyway?” Tom sounded almost insulted. “I just need a small, teeny tiny favor.” He said as he pinched his fingers together.

“What might that be?” You folded your arms.

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom said in a rushed voice.

“You need me to what?” Your voice dropped.

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom repeated, whining a little in the adorable way that he did. “Just for a little while.”

“Have you been staying up on tumblr again?” You raised an eyebrow. “You want to have a fake relationship? That is so Harry Styles x yourname, it’s unbelievable.”

“I haven’t.” Tom promised. “It’s just, the paparazzi took a picture of us Lady and the Tramp-ing that Kit Kat last week, so rumors have been off the charts. And then today, Haz and I were having you know a discussion over who’s braver and what not. He said he was because I couldn’t even ask a girl out, to which I replied, “I damn well could”, which we both know-“

“-you cant.” You cut in.

“I can’t. Exactly!” Tom excitedly agreed. “But I wasn’t about to let him win and he just kept teasing me over it so I snapped and “you know why I can’t ask girls out? I have a girlfriend.”, which we both know-“

“-you don’t.” You finished his thought.

“I know!” Tom exclaimed. “But he was really getting to me and I panicked. So he went, “oh yeah? Who?” all macho,” Tom imitated Haz’s voice in a buff manner, “and I started to panic right because I don’t actually have a girlfriend so I was just gonna say a random name but yours was the first that came to my head and I said it.”

“If it’s just Haz, why can’t you tell him you were kidding?” You asked.

“Because he started saying how he knew it all along and I was an idiot to think people didn’t know we were together.” Tom said sheepishly, taking sudden interest in the floor.

“But we’re not.” You stated.

“Apparently everyone thinks we are.” Tom scratched the back of his neck. “So of course, he told Harry who told Sam who told my entire extended family and now my mom is asking me about grandkids and I don’t know what to do!” Tom said in one breath. His eyes were full of panic and you knew he was beginning to spiral.

“Okay, okay.” You said soothingly and put your hands on his cheeks. He immediately stopped panicking and softened his eyes. “Don’t panic. Your family thinks we’re together, so what? We can pretend we’re dating for a little bit and then have a fake mutual break up. No big deal.”

“My mom wants you and your parents to come over for a family dinner tomorrow. Is that too much too soon?” Tom asked, bringing his hands up to your wrists and rubbing soft circles into them.

“Well, we have only been dating for about three minutes.” You joked.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we won’t do it. I’m okay with the years of embarrassment and ridicule I’ll have to deal with if you won’t pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom sighed dramatically and drummed his fingers on your wrist. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips.

“Just one dinner?” You held up on finger.

“Just one dinner.” Tom held up a finger and touched it to yours. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright, boyfriend.” You emphasized the last word, much to his amusement.

Tom picked you up, spinning you around and kissing your cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Tom squealed and set you down.

You prepared for the dinner like it was a final at school. You and Tom rehearsed the facts, well, fiction.

“We could say I first kissed you that one time my car broke down in the rain and we had to wait for the mechanic. Remember that?” Tom suggested with a shy smile as you drove to his parents house.

“I remember. We stood in that rain for hours because someone locked their keys in the car.” You laughed at the memory from the passenger seat.

“Well someone was distracted because someone else looked really pretty with raindrops in their hair.” Tom defended. You gave him a bright smile before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“What was that for?” Tom chuckled.

“Just practicing. We have to be convincing, don’t we?” You shrugged as Tom pulled into the driveway. He kept his hand on your back as you walked up the walkway.

“We should probably hold hands. You know, for effect.” Tom suggested with pink cheeks.

You shyly slipped your hand into his as he rang the bell. Tom gave you an assuring squeeze.

“Tom! Y/n! Come in! Everyone’s here!” Nikki smiled as she opened the door. You walked inside, hand in hand and made your way to the table. Tom pulled your seat out for you and let you sit. You gave him a ridiculous smile as you sat down, finding it hilarious that your awkward-around-girls best friend was now pulling your seat out for you like a proper gentlemen. Everyone sat around the table, and the games began.

“So, Y/n, how long have you and Tom been together?” Dom asked, making polite conversation right away.

“A year.” You answered.

“Four months.” Tom said at the same time. You and him exchanged a look of panic before plastering on fake smiles.

“A year and four months.” You nodded, and everyone excepted it.

“You’ve been together for over a year and you never told us?” Your mom cut in.

“They didn’t have to. It’s not like everyone didn’t already know.” Dom laughed, and you and Tom let out fake laughs as a response.

“What do you mean?” You said through your fake laughter. You squeezed Toms leg under the table and gave him a scared look.

“Well, Tom talks about you all the time. I feel like I know everything about you, just from what he’s said. It’s funny, almost. He was never good in school because he couldn’t memorize facts, and yet he knows every detail about you like the back of his hand. I’ve never seen my son so enthralled as he is by you. He’d give you the damn world if you asked for it.” Dom quipped before taking a sip of his wine.

“Haha, very funny dad.” Tom said through a clenched smile. You furrowed your brows at the news.

“I’m not being funny. I was so happy when Sam told us you were an item because I know you’ve wanted it for so long. I’m proud of you, Tom. You’re really going after your dreams.” Dom said with a raise of his glass.

“Thanks, dad.” Tom said in a more sincere tone, feeling a little guilty for not being able to make his dad proud.

“What about you? Did Y/n keep it a secret that long from you too?” Nikki asked your parents.

“Oh dear.” You gulped. Tom sensed your fear and took your hand, under the table. You found it a little odd, since you were trying to fake a relationship but he was holding your hand out of sight. Nonetheless, you appreciated it.

“She just told us last night. We weren’t surprised either. Well I wasn’t. Y/n’s father just went “Tom who?” and went back to his newspaper. But I’ve known Y/n was in love with Tom since the day they met. She came home on the first day of school and told me she met the her future husband.” Your mom gushed. You sucked in your breath and avoided Toms piercing gaze.

“Alright, alright. I was six.” You defended. “Everyone has crushes when they’re six.”

“But it was so sweet! He used to come over everyday, and she’d talk about him all night when he left. I was so happy when she finally admitted they were together. I just thought it was closer to three years, not one.” Your mom went on, much to your embarrassment.

“You’ve thought Tom and I were together for three years and you didn’t say anything?” You wondered in amazement. Did the whole world see something you didn’t?

“I didn’t want to pry.” Your mom shrugged.

“I’m curious, Mrs. L/n. How did you know we were together?” Tom leaned forward on his hands with an amused grin, loving the embarrassment you were feeling.

“Oh, are you kidding? It’s like she wanted me to know. All the times I’d ask her where she got a T shirt or a sweatshirt and she’d go, “it’s Tom’s” ,with the reddest face you ever saw. I’m pretty sure she uses one of your shirts as a pillow case, right Y/n?” Your mom asked you from across the table. You gave her wide “shut up mom” eyes.

“Mom”, you fake laughed, “thats enough.”

“You do!” She exclaimed. “I remember now because I asked you why you did it and you told me you missed him. Isn’t that sweet? She missed her boyfriend.”

“I did that when I was little.” You told the table.

“Oh, but it was just last week that you said that.” Your mom said, completely oblivious to your efforts to make her stop. Tom, for one, was loving every second of this.

“Last week?” He said as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“She’s old.” You shook your head. “She forgets.”

“No I don’t. I remember it perfectly.” Your mom got ready to set the scene. “I came in your room at like three am and asked you where you got the pillowcase from. You got all shy about it, remember? Apparently it was his favorite shirt or something. I should’ve told you right then and there that I knew. What girl would care about a silly T shirt if she wasn’t in love with the guy who owned it?”

“Haha, yeah. Because we’re so in love, right Tom?” You looked at him with panic seeping in. Tom burst out laughing and took both your hands in his.

“That’s right, Y/n. I love you so much.” Tom matched your slightly sarcastic tone before switching to a more genuine one. “More than you know.”

You and Tom stared into each other’s eyes, having a real moment amidst the chaos.

“Yeah, no. I don’t buy it.” Harry interrupted.

“Buy what?” Tom asked.

“This whole thing.” Harry gestured between you two. “There’s no way you’re actually together. I don’t buy it.”

“Me either.” Sam chimed it with a look of disapproval. “It’s too forced.”

“It’s not forced. We’re in love.” Tom defended sharply. A little too sharply, for a fake relationship.

“No, I believe that part.” Harry laughed a little. “But I don’t believe that you’ve actually told each other that.”

“Boys, please.” Nikki scolded.

“But think about it, mum. Didn’t Tom say he had a thing for Y/n two weeks ago? How can you have a thing for your own girlfriend?” Harry brought up. You felt your heart stop a little at this revelation. Did he really say that? You looked to Tom for answers, who looked at you in fear.

“It’s possible.” Tom said quickly.

“Is it, Tom? Is it really?” Harry pressed.

“Or is it possible you’re pretending to date to get us off your back?” Sam pilled on. Tom wasn’t enjoying this as much anymore now that the attention was on him.

“More tea, anyone?” Nikki pipped up.

“We’re not pretending. It’s real.” You came to Toms defense.

“Do you smell that, Sam?” Harry snuffed the air around him.

“Yup.” Sam nodded and sniffed the air. “I smell clownery.”

“It’s not fake.” You burst out. “I’ll prove it.”

You turned to Tom, who met you with a confused gaze. Your eyes fell to his lips, and hesitated for a moment. It felt like the whole world was holding their breath as you leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. He stiffened from initial shock before melting into you and cupping your face with his hand.

Right as your lips touched, you saw white lighting flash behind your eyelids, like the flash of a camera. You kept the kiss short, being you were in front of your family and all. When you pulled away, Tom looked at you in a way he never had before. You plastered a smile on your face and turned back to Sam and Harry.

“See? We do that all the time.” You shrugged as if the biggest moment of your life didn’t just happen.

“I stand corrected.” Sam said, visibly impressed.

“Then congratulations, Tom.” Harry said. “You finally got the girl you’ve been pining over for years.”

“Haha, yeah.” Tom mumbled, never taking his eyes off you. You were too busy talking to Nikki to notice Toms love struck gaze.

After dessert and helping to clear the table, you and Tom said your goodbyes and got into his car. As soon as he pulled away from the house and hit a red light, you high fived in celebration.

“That was great! They totally bought it.” You cheered.

“Our parents especially.” Tom agreed. “Good thinking with that kiss.”

“Oh, thanks. I just wanted to prove to Harry and Sam that we’re actually in love.” You said, eyes immediately widening. “I mean, pretend love.” You followed up.

“Yup. Pretend love. I was definitely pretending to be in love with you tonight.” Tom let out an awkward loud laugh. “Especially in that dress.” He fake laughed even harder.

“Oh, me too. I was pretending so hard that I’ve been in love with you all this time. Total make believe.” You nodded way too many times and kept your eyes on the road.

“I hear you. And that kiss? I was totally pretending to enjoy it. I completely forgot it even happened.” Tom shrugged with a squeaky voice.

“Me either. I’m definitely not thinking about it right now.” You told him.

“Oh, same. I’m not even thinking about your cherry chapstick transferring onto my lips and leaving a taste in my mouth.” Tom laughed again, sounding almost like he was in pain.

“It’d be a shame for us to continue this conversation and find out what tonight meant to the other.” You said sarcastically but attempted to sound sincere.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Tom said with a scarily huge smile.

“Pretend tonight never happened?” You finished his sentence, as always.

“Yup! You always know what to say.” Tom admired, sneaking a glance at you in the mirror. On the inside, he was dying to talk about the night. But you seemed to agree that it should be let go of.

“We’re just so in sync.” You faked a smile as you drifted further and further from the real conversation you wanted to have. “You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.”

“I totally don’t want to be your boyfriend for real.” Tom declared with fear in his eyes and a forced laugh. You were both saying the opposite of how you felt, and neither of you knew it.

“Me either. I’ve never even thought about it.” You lied.

“I know, right? I’ve never thought about holding your hand or being the little spoon or braiding your hair when you’re too tired because you stayed up all night helping me learn lines because you’re so selfless and kind that it makes my heart swell and burst.” Tom shrugged. “That’d be crazy, right?”

“Insane.” You agreed, replaying his words in your mind.

“But imagine if we really did get together, though?” Tom said as if he just thought of it. “I wonder what it’d be like if we went on a real date.”

“I bet it’d be terrible.” You forced a laugh. You knew it’d be magical.

“Oh, awful.” Tom agreed, despite the blatant lies. He felt hurt at your words, not knowing they were completely fabricated.

“The worst.” You nodded, feeling a little hurt at the confirmation that he didn’t feel the same. “That’s why we’re just faking it. But I have to admit, it’s pretty fun being your girlfriend. Almost makes me want to fall in love with you.” You said as a joke, but meant every word.

“Haha, I am in love with you.” Tom blurted in the same cheerful tone you’d both been using. The car filled with awkward silence as Tom drove on.

“But just pretend, right?” You asked softly.

“Right.” Tom nodded and cleared his throat, no longer looking at you in the mirror. “Just pretend.”

You got back to your shared apartment and flopped on your bed. You tried to push the nights events from your mind and went to sleep.

The next morning, your phone was nearly dead from blowing up all night. You had hundred of notifications, but only one caught your eye.

harryholland64 tagged you in a photo

You clicked on the notification and it brought you to his page. Right there, for the world to see, was you and Tom pecking each other on the lips. The caption was sweet and simple.

“lover boy.”

Your initial reaction was your heart swelling. That white lightning you saw during the kiss turned out to be the flash of Harry’s camera, but you felt oddly grateful that he’d captured it at all. Otherwise, the memory would fade with time and you’d forget how momentous that night was. Harry had immortalized that spontaneous kiss, and then sent it out into the world.

That was your second reaction.

Harry had upwards of a million followers, and anything he posted of Tom was inevitable posted in every single fan account in existence. That night was no longer between your respective families. Every marvel fan was about to get the surprise of a lifetime. Tom had been steadily denying a romantic relationship with you since he found success with Billy Eliot. All the news reporters wanted to know if the little girl in pigtails doing the dances in the wings and cheering the loudest was “Toms little girlfriend”. It’d only gotten worse when social media took off and your face was splashed all over Toms Instagram. He could count on being asked about you every time he was interviewed. This picture was nothing but air to the fire. There was no going back from it. Harry had unknowingly let all he’ll break loose, all because of a stupid, stupid, amazing kiss.

“Tom!” You screamed. Tom rushed to your room and you immediately held up the photo for him to see.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was gonna post it.” Tom apologized, having already seen it. “But it’s up and there’s nothing we can do about it. On the bright side, people are being really supportive.”

“To you!” You cried. “I’m getting death threats from 12 year olds!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I never meant for this to happen.” Tom said sincerely as he knelt next to your bed and took your hand.

“You need to post something about us breaking up.” You said as you pulled your hand away from him. Tom faltered and blinked in surprise.

“You said you’d pretend.” He reminded you with hurt evident in his voice.

“Yeah, for one dinner!” You whined, eyes landing on the amount of likes the picture had already. “The whole world knows now Tom. And there’s nothing to know! I’m getting harassed for dating you and we’re not even dating.”

“I think there’s something to know.” Tom mumbled, feelings once again hurt.

“Tom.” You whined and took his hand. He hesitated before putting his hand over yours and looking you in the eyes.

“They’re just want what we have.” He said gently. “They know you’re the most important girl in my life and you always will be. Can you blame them for being a little jealous?”

“No.” You admitted, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Listen.” Tom tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your face. “I can put an end to the hate. My fans will listen to me if I tell them to stop. My publicist wants us to do an interview together tomorrow on Ellen. If we go on and explain that we want our relationship private, people will leave it alone. We won’t have to pretend. People thought we were dating before anyway right?” Tom asked and you nodded. “Nothing has to change. Just do this one interview with me.”

“How am I supposed to lie to the whole world that I’m in love with you?” You asked. Toms heart fell and he prayed you couldn’t tell how much that hurt him.

“It’s not lying. It’s pretending. You can pretend to be in love with me for ten minutes, can’t you?” He asked a little bitterly before mumbling under his breath, “I’ve been pretending I wasn’t in love with you for ten years.”

“What?” You asked, not hearing him.

“Nothing. Will you please do it? I can do all the talking. You just have to sit there and look pretty.” Tom promised. You looked at his puppy dogs eyes before sighed.

“Fine.” You agreed.

You smoothed your dress and took one last look in the dressing room mirror just as Tom came in.

“Y/n, I belive I told you to look pretty. I never said anything about looking as radiant as the sun.” Tom teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You looked at his and your reflection in the mirror and told yourself he was only doing it to keep up the act. He didn’t really feel that way. It was just pretend.

“Aren’t you sweet?” You said with a tight lipped smile. “I might just fall in love with you for real.”

“I’d simply hate for that to happen.” Tom muttered and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. For the act, you told yourself, just an act.

“Me too.” You quipped, and quickly looked away.

“Did your mom mean what she said?” Tom asked suddenly. “About you sleeping with my t shirt?”

“I don’t even know what she was talking about.” You fake laughed and shrugged.

You knew exactly what she was talking about. A week earlier, she found you lying awake around three in the morning with tears in your eyes. You’d just gotten off the phone with Tom the night he left for shooting reshoots for Chaos Walking in Georgia. Knowing he’d be gone longer than usual, he gave his favorite black T shirt to wear when you missed him. Unbeknownst to him, that was all the time. You slipped the shirt over your pillowcase just as he rang your phone. You laid your phone on the pillow next to your head with a sigh as Toms voice filled your ears as his scent filled your nose. If you shut your eyes, it felt like you were lying on Toms chest, just like he was there. Your mom had found you in the position long after the call ended, and in the spur of the moment, you told her a little too much.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded his head, slight disappointment in his voice. “It just reminded me of all the times I’ve stolen one of your shirts before leaving for shooting.”

“Why do you do that?” You asked, turning in his arms to face you.

“The same reason you do. Or don’t do, apparently.” He said, slight disdain present.

“Because you miss me?” You asked. Tom looked frustrated and looked down at your lips.

“Because I love you.” He blurted.

“Pretend though, right?” You asked.

“Wrong.” Tom shook his head before crashing his lips to yours. You kissed him back for everything you were worth. Your fingers found their way to his hair, like they’d always meant to be there. He lifted you off your feet with arms secure around your waist. It was the fairytale you’d been waiting for since that first day of school when you told your mom you’d met your future husband. You only broke apart when a knock at the door came.

“Five minutes until you’re on.” Someone begin the door yelled.

“Thank you, five.” Tom called, his loving eyes never leaving yours. “I should’ve kissed you that day in the rain.” He whispered.

“That’s in the past. Let’s focus on our future. And my future is you.” You smiled at Tom and pecked his lips once again.

“You ready?” He asked.

“I am. I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” You said as you made your way to the main stage.

“Oh, Y/n.” Tom sighed dreamily as he brushed hair out of your face. “I was never lying.”

You took your seats in the couches next to Ellen after the crowd died down.

“So, how did you guys get together?” Ellen sat back in her chair and folded her hands.

“Well”, Tom looked at you and smiled as he linked his hands with yours, “it’s a bit of a funny story.”

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cyborg-franky · 28 days

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How do the boys (Zoro, Law, Kid and Ace) try to impress the girl they have a crush on? How do they act when their love is around? 👀💕

I have just had a week of being uncreative so I hope I didn't get too rusty. And I hope you enjoy this <3

I made it gender neurtral. Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader Kid x GN Reader Ace x GN Reader

Law

He scoffs at the notion of showing off in front of anyone., let alone a crush. He’s not that kind of person. He doesn’t need to put on a show to impress you.

Law knows his superior intellect and amazing devil fruit are all he needs to impress you anyway.

Without realizing it, he’ll often info dump to you about the things he’s interested in, how to fix this bone, and how to treat that burn.

He’s the kind of guy who needs you to know he’s the most intelligent person in the room.

That doesn’t mean there's nothing there, his crush means alot to him, and he can come across as an asshole when they are standing there listening to him over-explaining things.

He knows you think he’s a fantastic fighter.

He doesn’t ask you what you thought of his moves, though. Instead, he listens intently to the chatter around the Tang, basking in your indirect praise and remembering what you liked about his performance the most. As long as you’re watching, he’ll aim to do better next time.

You are flattered he invites you to so many of his doctor duties, but you don’t need him to over explain taking blood, plus the needles, no thank you.

Zoro

Most of the time he’s not the type to go out of his way to impress anyone.

Maybe around his crush, he lifts heavier things, making sure their eyes are on him while he shows off.

But he’ll act like it’s nothing that he goes this hard every workout session.

When he’s resting, he flexes and gives you a little show.

Zoro thinks he’s smooth, but it’s really obvious to you.

How he smirked at your reaction when he picked up another weight seemingly effortlessly, though he could feel the strain.

He's the type of guy who is always lifting whenever his crush is around.

He was still acting nonchalant as you complimented his form, impressed with how much weight he was pressing.

He also loves to show off his sword techniques in front of you when a battle breaks out. His focus never wavers, but there is that little extra something he puts on just for you.

Kid

He’s a show-off, and he knows it. He gets louder and more volatile than usual. He has to make comments loudly to get your attention.

He works out in front of you whenever he gets a chance, putting on a theatrical display of his powers just for you. Not just in battle but as a general: Look what I can do! He claims he’s just fixing up the ship, but he needs your attention and praise as he swirls metal around in the sky, making things appear from thin air and turning junk into treasure.

“Get a load of this,” he barks, smirking as his metal arm grows. His massive fist clenches as he eyes you up, greedily absorbing every expression.

“Pretty fuckin’ impressive, huh?” Oh, you know he knows it is, but you humor him by agreeing. You see how he puffs up his chest proudly cackles as he sends junk flying, making sure you can see just how powerful he is.

Ace

Ace is strange, he’s both full of himself and lacks self confidence.

He’s on the striker, enjoying the nice weather and playing around with the waves, just needing off the main ship, doing tricks on his personal boat.

“Oh wow, Ace!” his attention snaps to you as you watch him.

That’s when he starts trying to impress you, knowing you like what you see. “Oh yeah? Check this out then!” He calls, a big grin on his freckled face. He uses his fire to power the striker, going faster and faster, fighting against the waves as he pulls off more complicated and challenging tricks, all for you.

His attention is always half on what he’s doing and how the expression on your face changes with each stunt, getting more daring.

He loves it, loves your claps, adores how you gasp, knowing you care about him. Everything goes to his head as the tricks get elaborate.

He always tries to show off whenever you're around from that day forward.

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cyborg-franky · 2 months

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Could you do a HC about the ideal partner for Law, Zoro and Kid? What kind of person they would fall for and which traits it needs for a long lasting relationship ❤️

Oooh yes, I can do this!

Written for a GN reader!

Law

Law needs someone who can challenge him, and push him out of his comfort zone.

Someone who isn’t scared to argue with him when they think he is in the wrong.

Law also needs someone independent, he can’t handle high-maintenance or clingy people. He needs to know you can make your own mind up and have your own views regardless of what he thinks.

You need to be okay with his family, the heart pirates are alot to handle but he won’t compromise on this.

Animal lover.

Someone who is okay with limited PDA and knows he has his own way of showing love and affection.

Someone with a wikied sense of humor like his.

Kind, he may not seem it but he needs someone who is soft and kind and tries to bring out his caring side more.

Smart, likes to read, someone who can match him in conversation.

Nerd. If you are also a big nerd into comics he will find common ground with you and feel he can be his true nerdy self around you.

Honest. Law doesn’t like people who lie or try and manipulate him.

If you're loyal to him he’ll be loyal to you.

Alright, so he likes people to be dependent but he also deep down likes being his partners ‘scary dog privilege’

Must hate bread. Or eat the bread from his meals for him.

Understanding. Law has some damage and needs someone who gets that.

Zoro

Zoro doesn’t have a very big checklist of the ‘type of person’ he goes for.

Just don't be loud or bossy and he’ll vibe pretty well with you.

If you are a huge sword nerd he will be all over that and if you also like to work out he will be delighted to have a workout buddy.

Napping is a must. Either snuggle up with him in the sun and take a nap at his side or simply just be okay with him napping as much as he does. He needs someone laid back, and can’t handle a loud or intense personality to date.

He is happy to spend all his time with his partner he just needs someone who is also happy to enjoy a comfortable silence with him.

You don’t need to be into drinking, again, as long as you don’t tell him what he can and can’t do he’s happy. He would like to have a casual drink with you sometimes though, when he’s a little tipsy he is happy to go on long rants and talk about his thoughts and feelings.

Be his partner and his drinking buddy.

Be his emotional support compass. Be able to stir him in the right direction, and I do mean physically and not emotionally there.

Grab him his arm and just pull him.

You need to be firm with him. Loyal and honest and also have a good sense of humor. He likes to have a chuckle and he does have a silly side.

Kid

You need to keep up with this boy. He can’t handle someone who is easily upset or sensitive. He needs someone to match that same wild spark that runs through him.

Have a passion for adventure and don’t be scared to get your hands dirty.

He wants someone who doesn’t shy away from his loud and boisterous nature. Embrace him for him.

Also needs to be liked by Killer. If you don’t pass Killer’s vibe check there is a huge chance you won't pass Kid’s.

He enjoys picking fights and starting arguments, he lives for some passion and some shouting with the person he’s courting so scream, shout, and give him just as good as he does. Challenge him, don’t be scared of offending him.

Be okay with how rough he is, Kid needs someone who understands that and doesn’t try and change who he is, and doesn’t want to sand down his edges.

Be there for him regardless of his flaws and he will open up to you and you can make each other a better person with time and understanding.

Love the thrill of the fight. Nothing makes his heart sing like fighting a hard battle side by side with the person he loves.

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cyborg-franky · 10 days

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Summer is coming... So what are they planning for you?

Citybreak They are planning a long weekend in a city you have always wanted to visit. Nice dinners, taking in the local vibe. Nightlife? Shopping? Museums? Whatever your preference is, they have you covered. Maybe you just want somewhere different to explore and venture around. Looking out your hotel room at night with the skyline of glittering lights! Sanji - Marco - Corazon - Law - Killer - Mihawk - Perona - Boa - Nami - Brook - Robin - Uta

Camping The moment summer is around the corner, they get the tent out and make sure it’s ready to go. They are getting into hardcore camping mode. Everything you’d need is all packed and ready. It’s time to have nights out by a lake, maybe fishing or swimming. Campfires and nature are all around you. Thatch - Ace - Sabo - Usopp - Jinbei - Zoro - Luffy --

Beach holiday Sunsets and cocktails, swimming all day, tanning under the sun, building sandcastles together. They can’t wait to feel the sand between their toes and splash you in the water or ensure you have enough sun lotion. Then there is the pier, the view, and the silly games and amusements that line it. Sanji - Marco - Ace - Nami - Jinbei - Franky - Luffy - Robin - Shanks - Crocodile --

Staying at home Both of you are exhausted and just need a rest. You don’t leave your house, and you also don’t lift a finger to work. You both have time to be together, have some movie marathons, catch up on your hobbies, and create creative joint space with one another. You are just decompressing after stress at work. Both of you are ignoring the outside world. Thatch - Deuce - Law - Mihawk - Usopp - Zoro - Robin --

Amusement park holiday They want nothing more than to book a stay at a water park or amusement park. After a long weekend of screaming on the rides, eating junk food, and being scammed at the amusements, they insist on winning you a plush, and in the end, they manage! Walking around the parks until you think your legs might fall off. Taking in the shows and all the entertainment together. Ace - Corazon - Killer - Barto - Sabo - Brook - Franky -Luffy - Buggy - Uta

Glamping Wanting to be outside but with class. No sleeping on the ground. They’ve planned a week-long stay at a cabin or a treehouse, maybe a strange-shaped place like a UFO you can sleep in? The calm nights in nature but with a good night's sleep. Also, the hot tub while you listen to the world around you. Thatch - Corazon - Mihawk - Nami - Benn --

Travel to another country It's time to explore another place entirely. They’ve planned this for months, and now it’s time. You both can’t wait to see the sights: the food, the art, the everything. You are immersing yourself in adventures together. Sanji - Thatch - Deuce - Izou - Law - Doffy - Perona - Sabo - Usopp - Brook - Robin - Shanks - Benn - Crocodile --

Roadtrip Just you and them. The car is packed, the snacks and drinks are loaded in the cooler, and you have a list of things you want to hit on your summer trip. Music, the open road, singing along with one another. Maybe you don’t even have a plan; perhaps you just wing it. Windows down, wind in your hair and being in one another's company. Marco - Ace - Deuce - Kidd - Killer - Sabo - Franky - Zoro - Luffy --

Snowy getaway. Maybe it’s snowboarding and skiing in the cold? Lovely wooden lodges, hot cocoa, and their competitive streak. White snowy scenery and comfy warm sweaters. Log fires and exhausted limbs. Law - Kidd - Ace - Zoro - Robin - Benn --

Resort The best money can buy. Three meals a day, all top-tier with wine, cocktails, and anything you could ask for, brought to your room with the best view in town. A private pool, a private beach area just for you. They have it all planned and want to live in the lap of luxury with you: couples spa day, the works. Sanji - Izou - Doffy - Boa - Nami - Crocodile --

Hotsprings Traditional, calm, relaxing, and good for your soul, it involves just you and your partner chilling out in a beautiful inn with delicious food and birdsong from the garden. This is perfect for you both: taking everything easy at your own pace. Maybe you sit with sake and watch the little animals in the garden. You could cuddle up in the hot spring and feel the world just fade away as you enjoy one another's company in a comfortable silence. Marco - Izou - Law - Killer - Mihawk - Boa - Nami -Jinbei - Zoro - Robin --

Festival Depending on the vibe, you either go camping to a festival with chill vibes or going to fucking party. You guys enjoy the music, so many bands you love. Getting to dance, mosh, sway, whatever to the music together. Getting to camp together as you also meet new people. BBQs, booze, summer vibes for days.

Ace - Kidd - Killer - Perona - Barto - Sabo - Brook - Franky - Uta

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Hey Franky could I request either "It's you. it's always been you." or “Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.” with Law or Kid? Thaaaank youuuuu~

I don't simp for Kid but I always forget how much damn fun I have writing him.

Kid x GN Reader SFW WC: 450

“You like them,” Killer said, not a question, a statement as he set down a playing card on the table.

Heat and Wire looked at one another before diecding it was better to keep their eyes on their hands, pretending their losing arrangement of cards were more interesting then the can of worms Killer had just pried open without a care in the world.

“What?” Kid snapped, already knowing what he meant but even he could play dumb sometimes, sadly Killer was sharp, sharper then the blades he battled with. Kid stared at the card on the table, a declaration of war just as much as the words that he’d said.

He pushed a stack of chips to the center, leaning on his elbow as he slammed down a card, muttering to himself. “They like you back, I think it’s stupid to keep beating around the bush, everyone can see it,” Killer added as he pushed more chips against the ones his captain had set down.

Kid snorted and rolled his eyes “Everyone?” Killer nodded and he stared at Heat and Wire who mumbled and shrugged their shoulders, a half-baked attempt at trying to stay neutral. Kid laughed and grabbed his beer, taking a swig and watching as Killer set down another card.

“Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.” Kid snapped as he tossed down his last card, convinced he’d won.

“But don’t like them in that way?” Killer prodded and placed his last card, Wire chuckling as Killer won, and not just the card game, pulling all the chips towards himself, Kid hitting his fist on the table, making the piles tumble.

“And so what if I fuckin’ do?” He hissed and that was when you walked into the room.

“You like me back?” You asked as everyone whirled around to stare at you in the doorway.

“Fuckin’ fuck…..” Kid watched you walk towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder, he flinched for a moment before he relaxed under your touch. “Yeah, I do… happy?” He grunted though the last part was aimed at Killer who he was sure was grinning behind that mask like a cat who’d gotten the cream, bastard.

He felt his heart do a summersault as your lips quirked into a smile and your eyes lit up, wrapping around arms around his neck as he grumbled complaints as the others around the table breathed a sigh and a silent about time.

#one piece #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece imagines #one piece x yn #one piece x yourname #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #eustass kid #kid op #sfw #gender nuetral reader

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Newbie:

A Shield HS AU Drabble

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Reader; Teachers! Bucky, Steve, & Sam x Reader (platonic, so far), Teacher! Tony and Bruce x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, eventual SMUT, Hopeful new teacher, Stark snark, Angst, First day jitters, shy Bucky, Teacher! Bucky.

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: This is a teaser drabble for the Shield High School AU series that I’m planning. The idea hit me out of the blue the other night. There is no smut in this, but oh, is it cuming. I hope you like this. Let me know by commenting, liking, and reblogging!

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You looked up at the impossibly huge building and the butterflies in your stomach flew into a million different directions. The place seemed to have grown larger since your interview two months ago.

You now regretted not eating any breakfast this morning, but you had grabbed a banana and thrown it in the box as you finished packing the things to bring to your classroom.

“Let me help you with that!”

A voice came to you over the large box you were carrying.

Two big hands grabbed it easily and you were greeted by a nice face behind wire-rimmed glasses.

“You must be a new staff member. I’m Dr. Bruce Banner. Science department chair. Nice to meet you.”

He had curly dark hair. There was something about the lilt to his voice that made you feel safe.

You smiled at him and extended your hand, causing him to shift the box to one arm. He handled it as if it was light as a feather as you two started up the stairs.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce, Doctor Banner. I’m Yourname. Reader. I’m the new English teacher. American Lit.”

You smiled and Bruce smiled back.

“Call me Bruce.”

He was so sincere, it made you smile again.

“You get to work with Loren. What a thrill.” You caught the sarcasm there. “Word of advice. Never believe the first thing he says. He has a rather… unique sense of humor.”

You laughed as you entered the building.

“Yes. He was in my interview with Mr. Fury. He seems a bit of a character.”

“That’s an understatement.” Bruce laughed. “Well, if you got the job, that means he likes you, so there’s that.”

You walked behind him as he carried the box down a long hallway, his leather briefcase slung over his back. You looked around the hall trying to memorize your surroundings.

“It takes a while to know your way around. This place is a bit of a compound.”

Bruce’s voice floated back toward you and you smiled at his mind reading capabilities. You entered a door on the left of the hallway.

“It even smells like a school.”

You took in a deep breath of textbooks and floor wax with old wooden floors. Glancing around, you took in a room with a sink, cabinets, refrigerator, a table with six mismatched chairs, an old leather armchair, and a bright green couch.

Three men were sitting around the table. Two stood up when they saw you, the other remained seated, concentrated on the chess board in front of him.

“Wait until the kids get here. Then it will smell like teen spirit.”

Bruce set your box down on the counter, next to the person who’d said that. He had dark hair and a goatee. He was leaning against the counter and was holding a coffee cup. And he was smirking right at you.

“Hello.”

You smiled at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself.

“Well hello. Aren’t you sweet? That smile. The wattage in that may be too much for the school fluorescents, but I think we’ll let it slide.”

He put his cup down and stepped closer.

“I’m Tony. Tony Stark. Physics Department Chair.”

“You’re the only Physics teacher, Tony.” Bruce was rolling his eyes.

“And thus, the department chair. A word of advice?”

These people were full of advice today. You needed to get used to it, you were the newbie.

“Don’t listen to anyone else but me, I’m the only one who knows how to navigate these ‘can’t do teach’ infested waters. But don’t get too smitten, I’m married.”

He winked at you and you nodded, amazed that he just said that out loud to you.

“Damn, I missed my chance.”

You heard a snort behind you and turned around.

While Tony was leering at you, the three guys were checking you out. Your short but professional summer shift dress gave them an enhanced view of your ass and they all got a good look.

Steve was outright staring, Sam was doing the same, but with his head turned to the side.

And Bucky was transfixed.

You were cute from your toes in your red white and blue wedges to the loads of hair on top of your head. Your glasses were even in the school colors. He snorted when he heard your retort to Stark. He liked you already.

You were going to be a problem.

Bruce and Tony left the teacher’s lounge and said goodbye to you. You waved at them and caught Tony flipping the guys off.

When you turned around to face them, Sam and Steve quickly collected themselves and Bucky went back to staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t move.

The tall blond guy in a baseball hat with a red, white, and blue shield on it smiled at you and you were almost blinded.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers, US History, this is Sam Wilson, Government and Economics and that,” you saw Sam kick the still-seated guy that Steve was pointing to, “is James Barnes, World History and AP Euro, but Sam and I call him Bucky.”

Bucky reluctantly stood up, assessing you through brown horned rimmed glasses. He looked worried, forehead scrunched up in cute little wrinkles and mouth pursed as he regarded you.

You wanted to reach out and smooth his forehead out, but you stayed still.

Your eyes feasted on the male beauty before you. It was like a buffet of everything you could possibly want in that type of human: tall, blonde, dark, brunette, blue-eyed, brown-eyed, broad shouldered, hot bodied perfection.

Steve was a classic jock type, cut body, dirty blonde hair peeking out of the snapback and those blue eyes sharply appraising you. Perfect smile and clean cut. Too clean cut for your taste.

Sam was tall, dark, and handsome, and lawd, that gap-tooth smile directed at you was everything. You felt that you could trust him.

James was somewhere in between Steve and Sam in stature, posture relaxed, and you felt that his body had hidden power. You also felt that you could NOT trust yourself with him, because he was the sexy emo nerd type that was your weakness.

Shit.

The main physical difference was that one of James’ broad shoulders was metal. You could tell because he was wearing a t-shirt and his left arm was a shiny black and gold metal from finger tip to the bicep and beyond as it disappeared under his shirt sleeve. It was beautiful.

He caught your eyes as you moved them up that side of his body, and for some reason, his expression softened. He gave you a side smile that caused you to flush. You quickly recovered and focused on all three again.

“Hello Steve, Sam, and James.”

You smiled at him and Bucky wanted to sit down again because his knees were weak, but he grunted at you.

“Call me Bucky…”

You almost didn’t hear him and you definitely didn’t see Steve and Sam gaping at each other as you again turned toward Bucky.

“Why do they call you Bucky? I don’t want to call you something that is an inside joke, or a locker room taunt…” Your dirty mind was taking over.

Bucky wanted you to keep talking, your voice was so… and what was going through that mind of yours? Let him find out…He cleared his throat.

“Nothing like that. Middle name’s Buchanan. Steve shortened it to Bucky when we were kids.”

That smile again, for all of them.

“So, you all were childhood friends?”

Sam spoke up. “Steve and Bucky grew up together in Brooklyn. I met them in the service. The Army.

“Ah.”

You nodded, suddenly wanting nothing more than to see all of them in uniform.

“Well, I will try to call you Bucky, but my mother taught me to be formal with strangers. So James might slip out of my mouth when I’m flustered.”

You laughed and Bucky grew warm. Now he wanted you to call him James. He wanted you to get flustered. He wanted to be the one who…

”Buck, let’s go. We’ll be late for the meeting. I don’t want to hear Fury’s mouth…” Sam was grumpy.

“I’m gonna hang back a minute. I didn’t eat breakfast and my stomach is growling.”

You went over to the box and stood on your tiptoes to get out your banana.. Your dress raised a couple of inches and your legs flexed. Sam bit his knuckle as your back was turned.

Then they all watched you peel and start to eat the banana.

This time, Bucky was quick on the draw.

“You guys go on ahead. Save us seats, don’t want to let the newbie walk in there alone.”

He smirked at his friends who reluctantly agreed and exited the lounge, looking back at you.

They left you alone with Bucky while you tortured him with those lips and a banana.

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