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Watch me and Touch it Querida

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.

Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)

Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.

The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.

Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.

You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with. There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.

He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.

“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…

“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.

He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment.

“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.

“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer.

Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist and stood with you.

“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?

The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head.

The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious.

As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate.

Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.”

Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.

We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me

But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine

All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi

All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi

Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled.

“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.

“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.”

“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.

“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets.

“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name.

“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.

Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.

“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide.

“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”

“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress.

Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later.

Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first.

“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.

“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.

“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”

“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already.

“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him.

“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh.

“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.

“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing.

“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them.

“You could have just asked you damn tease.”

“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back.

“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally.

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HALLOWEEN FUN

I sighed looking down at him a smirk on his lips.

“Stop so I can paint your face or I’m leaving ya ass at home.”

“No you won’t first because you want me there two I’m never home and three you want me there cause I’m never home.”

“Baby.” I said breaking out a smile “let me paint your face. I gotta get ready too.”

“Fine, no fun.”

“You can have all the fun you want to later for now behave.”

“Yeet.” I rolled my eyes looking into his as he placed his hands on my hips.

“Joshua.”

“Aye I’m not doing anything I’m just holding you.”

“Mhmm.” I sighed sitting on his lap as he groaned arms wrapping around me while I painted his face. I was trying to get the skull part done since he was mixing a clown and skull. It looked cool, we hadn’t been able to decide on a costume this year so we combined both options and it actually looked pretty cool. “Turn.” I moved his head finishing the shading but also taking the chance to check him out. He was fine as fuck and I was lucky. “There Your done.”

“Eee this is sick thanks baby.” He said looking at me from the mirror as he checked over his looks.

“You welcome and you look good now go so I can do mine.” As he left I pulled the costume out getting dressed first. I then fixed my hair glad I had bought multiple sprays. After I started painting my face. This is why I’d made sure to not work today, knowing it was a busy day around my home, so I generally took off fully or at least half the day. I was half through doing my makeup when the bathroom door opened and my husband walked in arms sliding around my waist.

“Damn mamas. You look good.” Josh said rubbing my legs sliding his hands under my skirt grabbing my butt and squeezing.

(Like this but neon)

“Josh.” I said softly biting my lip trying to not moan. He was always like this coming back from the road. He’d always had a high sex drive anyway but this was always different. I mean don’t get me wrong I missed him too always did and he’d spent the last week not even in the country he’d been in Germany until this morning ; he’d gotten home at 445 this morning. I appreciated the thought of being with us and the sleep deprivation he had to be going through right now but wasn’t saying or showcasing it because he wanted the time and memories with and of us and that meant the world to me. Fuck the man being an amazing husband lover and friend him as a father was probably my favorite thing about him. The love the care the interest the devotion he had as father that man that was another level and I loved it that was Josh. The world can have him as Jey but Josh man if they only knew granted he was pretty much just him just super live and turnt up but still I wish the world saw the Josh I got.

“Hmm.”

“Let me get done.”

“You fixin be cold as hell mammas.” He said eyes trailing over my body. “It’s like 30 degrees.”

“I got thermo leggings on under these tights a thermal long sleeve onesie under this and I am wearing my coat and have this lovely human called my husband that will keep me warm.”

“Nah you bout be shivering and complaining lil miss thang. You too little for this shit and we both know it.”

“Then keep me warm daddy.”

“Shit call me daddy again we staying home and I’m trickin and treatin ya ass all night.”

“Our youngest son wants to go out.”

“Then remember that cause you say daddy again and Jaciyah gonna be takin him not us.”

“Now you know that ain’t happenin Jaciyah is on candy duty here.” I finished my makeup before meeting my three main men downstairs. My oldest in a jack skellington onesie but he’d at least let me paint his face. Our youngest a clown much like his dad and I but much more bloody. “You ready baby.”

“Yah let’s goooo!” I laughed watching as he got super excited.

“Alright grab a our bag and coat baby.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Jaciyah.”

“Ma’am.”

“If someone-“

“Knocks or rings give them candy don’t be rude be nice and don’t give it all to my friends I know. I got this.”

“Ok have fun we will be home in a hour or two.”

“K love you guys.”

“Love you too.” We walked out as our oldest locked the door behind us Josh pocketing the keys inside his hoodie. We’d taken some pictures that came out dope. Then again anything neon or glow in the dark if I wanted to pull it off it wouldn’t take a lot all I had to do was call my amazing sister in law and ask, the queen of glow. Josh and I walked watching as Jeyce ran up to each house or drive collecting candy. I leaned into Josh who chuckled moving to stand behind me wrappping his arms around me

“Cold?”

“Not too much. How much longer should we let him go he has school and no one needs to be sick.”

“Eh he’s ok give him some more.” I nodded popping a sucker in my mouth as my husbands smile widened the paint elongating it. I rolled my eyes as he winked both of us knowing why he’d smiled.

“What Joshua?” I asked nudging back into him

“You kno what, practicing for later tryin tease me.”

“I’m just eating candy if I was trying to tease you I’d do this.” I responded looking at him twirling my tongue over the lollipop and sucking as seductively as possible while keeping my eyes locked on his. He groaned nonchalantly rolling his hips into my ass so I could feel his hardening dick.

“Don’t do that baby. These kids gonna get a real show.”

“Oh my god Joshua.” I laughed out as a few people looked at us.

“What you the one acting like you sucking my lollipop.”

“Behave.”

“You behave over here performing oral on some candy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you a freak, but forreal though how you make something so simple and innocent so naughty and sexy.”

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s true even in school that’s why everyone always gave you suckers cause they liked watching you eat them always more sexual then it should be even when you ain’t notice.”

“I really didn’t.”

“I kno but only me and uces believed it.”

“I remember you got into that fight sophomore year cause that guy flirted with me.”

“Flirted he was practically dry humping you made you uncomfortable and then didn’t care Nah homie deserved that ass whoopin.”

“Thank you for defending my honor.”

“Always wifey.” I took pictures here and there and Josh took some with me. I loved that he kept a hand or arm around me at all times. He was very touchy always had been I always joked physical affection was his love language. After a couple hours it was dark and getting colder and Josh could see I was getting cold.

“Aye Jeyce wrap it up.”

“Yes sir.”

“You ain’t have to do that.”

“Your cold and I peeped the cough that started you gonna get sick. Plus his nose is red and not from paint he’s getting cold too.”

“Mmm so observant I love when your home.”

“I love being home.” He replied kissing me.

“Ugh mom dad really.” I pulled back he and I laughing as he licked his lips the dark colors smudged slightly at his lips and a bit red from my lipstick and our small make out kiss.

“Sorry ya momma is beautiful.”

“Even like that?”

“Yeah even like that no matter what ya moms is beautiful. Let’s get you home.” We walked back home Jeyce trying snag candy until Josh took the bag. “You kno the rule.”

“Who made that rule what’s wrong with it why can’t I eat it.”

“Gotta check the candy ya kno people be stickin stuff in candy.”

“Don’t tell him that.” I said nudging my husband “you kno that’s a urban legend right there ain’t any known cases of that actually happening but there was this one man who tried offing his kids with laced pixie stix”

“How you do that no wonder he got caught.”

“Used the giant plastic ones gave them to his kids and their friends thought they’d all eat them only one his did and died then he got caught cause he couldn’t remember what house he didn’t get to Em from and where he told the cops those people wasn’t even home.”

“That’s fucked up some people don’t need kids.”

“Very true.”

“Sometimes it’s scary all the random stuff you kno.”

“I like criminal Justice or did you forget my major and I listen and watch way to much true crime stuff.”

“You do little serial killer.”

“That be a good costume.” Josh and I acted silly the whole walk back home racking jokes and dancing and laughing. He also every time or son turned was grabbing at me. Getting close to our home I saw some of our elder child’s friends walking down the street.

“Hi Mrs Fatu, hi Mr Fatu.”

“Hi guys.”

“Sup.” Josh replied arm going around my waist.

“Cool costumes.”

“Yeah you look awesome Mrs Fatu.”

“Thank you guys have a good night and behave.”

“Yes ma’am.” As they walked off Josh growled.

“Little ass boys crushin hard bout make me hurt a lil kid lookin at you like that. ‘Hi Mrs Fatu you look good’” he mocked as I chuckled.

“They are kids stop.” I said leaning to his ear “besides your the only man I want making me scream.”

“Mmm Gotdamn” We got in and Josh went through the candy while I shook my head and he let Jeyce get 4 pieces and they went to wash Jeyces face. I turned from the dresser as Josh walked in our bedroom eyes trailing over me before he locked the door. I laughed as he hit the light switches turning off the lights but turning on the black lights we’d put up for Halloween. “Wanna play a game.” He asked voice deep

“Boy cut on the light so I can see so I can go shower.”

“No.”

“No, boy.”

“You heard me.” As I looked up at him he looked sexy yet dangerous and dark, good on he was glowing but his face still dark his eyes dark. “Come here.”

“Josh.” I gasped as he didn’t verbally respond but reached out with a firm gentle hand grabbing my throat. He pressed his head against mine as I watched him close his eyes for a second. When he opened them again the want the lust was definitely behind his beautiful dark chocolate colored eyes. The intensity in his eyes and his hand on my throat had me biting my lip as I silently stared at him, trying to decipher what was going through his head. His other hand came up grabbing my right breast in his hand as he kneaded it. I watched him smirk as my bottom lip went back between my teeth. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks he’d came home a couple days then was out again cause of work and they’d had a tour overseas “aren’t you tired.” I muttered softly to which I watched his eyebrow raised Josh didn’t respond but trailed his hand down gripping my thighs as he moved standing between them slowly dropping to his knees.

“You know when we all left town for ya birthday how I sent you away for a bit early with Trin.”

“Yeah.”

“Well I never told you but I got this room soundproofed”

“You did wha-“

“You better hope that shit really work cause you gon be screamin.” I didn’t get to respond as he roughly kissed me and the second I moaned he slid his tongue in my mouth easily winning the dominance battle as he lifted me up in his arms as he walked to our bed. He dropped me down on it as I watched him.

“We need shower take this makeup off, creppy.” Josh pushed my shoulder as I went to try and move. “Josh.” I jumped as he pulled out a knife my breath holding as I watched him as he slices the tights and pulled my leggings. I was lo key scared first I ain’t like clowns anyway and my husband was dressed like one with a damn knife. He slid it over my collarbone as I looked at him with wide eyes before he easily cut the strap to my costume and bra in one go. “Josh. Come on you know I hate clowns.”

“I love you but shut up.”

“Excuse you-“

“Mamas you know I’d never hurt you so just sit back shut up and feel, stop thinking.” He kissed me sensually as fuck his mouth tasting like chocolate his mouth blazed a passionate trail from my lips to my neck sucking gently at the spot that made me arch my back. He tugged down the top of my costume lips attaching to my left nipple as his fingers tweaked the other my hand gently grasping his head fingers playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“Baby.” I gasped out as he somehow rough yet gently slammed two fingers inside me while tugging my nipple with his teeth.

“Wet as fuck. Tryin stunt like you dont want this dick.” Fuck he hadn’t even started and I was gonna cum. Josh knew how to play my body like an instrument and he did it with precision. “Look at me.” I moaned as his fingers hit my gspot with every thrust of his fingers thumb rubbing circles on my clit while he sucked at my neck. “Watch me make you cum sexy.”

“Mmm fuck. I’m gonna cum Josh.” My eyes finally closed as my head went back.

“So Fuckin sexy.” He groaned as I opened my eyes trying to breathe. Josh pulled his pants low enough for his dick to pop out before he pushed my legs up and thrust into me a groan leaving his mouth.

JOSH POV

It was takin everything in me to not cum already. She’d been getting to me all day and I’d waited hours to have her. Every sound leaving those thick pink lips moans whimpers uneven breaths only I could do that to her. I could feel her tightening on my dick pussy fluttering showcasing she was about to cum. I slid my hand around her throat as her back arched and she moaned.

“Josh.”

“Cum.” I pumped working her through her release before I pulled out rolling her over and slamming back into her my hand smacking down on her ass the sound echoing loudly along with her moans as she gripped the sheets takin these back shots like a damn champ. “Pussy so good. “ I stilled for a second rubbing on her ass as I let her toss it back riding my dick. I pulled at her outfit shredding it and pulling it off her as I resumed my pace chasing my nut. I knew I’d freaked her out a bit earlier only because she hates clowns. She had since we was kids. She’d walk through a haunted house laughing her ass off but clowns nah she’d be gripping me with her head buried in me. “Shit baby.”

“Mmm daddy.” Id assume by now the soundproofing worked cause neither of our sons was banging on the door yet and I knew we was being loud especially her and the headboard was thumping against the wall.

“I’m bout nut. Fuck.” I grunted out playing with her clit making sure she came again.I grunted out feeling her tighten as we both came. I lazily pumped through it before withdrawing from her body. I walked to the bathroom starting the shower. Walking back out I pulled her down the bed tossing her over my shoulder as she giggled and I smacked that fat ass. I let her down as we walked in and she looked wrecked we both did paint and makeup smudged missing we got in the shower washing up both us double checking the other for left over face paint. She’s killed it with all this, looked dope. I lifted her against the shower wall entering her as we sloppily kissed it going from a peck to extreme as fuck pretty quick. “Damn do ayt shit again.” I grunted as she moved, I dunno what she just did but that shit sent me deep as fuck. I gripped her thigh harshly fingers digging in as she made the same movement making us both moan out. “Grippin me so tight.”

“Josh, fuck don’t stop” she moaned gripping my shoulders as I bounced her up and down my cock her free hand slid down the glass before gripping the back of my head as she placed a sloppy passion fueled kiss the pit in my stomach knotting as my orgasm fueled causing me to thrust harder and deeper into my wife as she tossed her head back a loud moan of my name leaving her mouth. Her finish was my undoing as I buried my head in her neck pinning her to the wall with my hips as I came. Her nails lightly raking my scalp I pulled back kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied as I wrapped a fluffy towel around her. I knew she was tired and fucked out. I dried her grabbing her favorite lotion and rubbing it into her skin leaving it soft as hell and smellin like some tropical ass fruit or sumthin. I lifted her carrying her into our room as I laid down pulling her into my arms as she curled into me head on my chest. I wouldn’t have long gone til I was back on the road but this Halloween was definitely great. I started the tv and turned in a scary movie as we winded down and finished out our Halloween night her falling asleep within twenty minutes

#jey uso #main event jey uso #wwe jey uso #wwe #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso smut #jey uso x reader #the usos

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Not to be a Debbie downer but I am curious because it seems to me like making Link have Gerudo ancestry wouldn't add anything to his story? I mean, for instance, keeping him Hylian and having him despise the gods would make it more impactful than him being a Gerudo and not liking them. Plus, if he wasn't raised by his Gerudo mother, how would he have that same mindset based on his ancestry?

outofcharacter. lemme start by saying, thanks for the message! well it adds a lot, to me. i enjoy what i call ‘blackifying’ my muses, because well ‘m black. it follows the whole mentality of ‘if the world won’t give me representation, I’ll make it myself’ and in doing so i was like well nothing is known about his parents ( i ignore the tp manga for anything except two things ): so i was like i could make him half gerudo on his moms side and i been rolling with it.

the reasoning i like it is, tp is post oot by a couple hundred years ( even if i disagree with that timeline but what can ya do… they chANGED THE MAP TOO MUCH ): so it wouldn’t be illogical for the gerudo descendants to have another male, in fact it is such a cruel irony: destiny has made it so that you, not even attached to much of this culture outside of vague knowings and a darker complexion, have to kill your predecessor. link never even realized he was half gerudo until he met telma ( who’s become like his auntie in my personal hc and i think @tenebriism ‘s telma and him already have that kinda thang going on too ): but also, link isn’t from hyrule, even if he is half hylian.

he has no ties to this kingdom he is fated to save and what does he get out of it, all he wanted to do was save his friends and go back to his quiet peaceful farm life in his village. making him half-gerudo just adds salt to the wound. it isn’t so much that he hates the gods, he hates the way they do things but he wasn’t even raised with any kinda one religion in mind. he’s always been a nature boy and thankful to the earth but other than that he was always kinda neutral ( which again, is why he finds it so funny that out of any and everyone—the gods of old picked him ): oh link’s mom didn’t die till he was around thirteen or so, so he was very well raised by her and she is where he got his adoration for reading and all matter of studies from whereas he got the knack from swordplay from his father and later rusl who took over in that department once his dad died, around a year or so before the events of tp.

well, link doesn’t know if his dad is truly dead or not. he left on the day of his mothers death anniversary and never returned to ordon ( some way he was found by some hyrulian knights, others say he took his own life. who really knows ): anywho, it is by meeting telma and talking with her that he learns more about why is mother acted the way she did and why, of all places they ended up in ordon, a place not apart of hyrule but still holding some connection to it.

he views hyrule as meh, the only three people in all of castle town link doesn’t dislike are: telma ( and the other members of the resistance ), agitha, and zelda herself. he finds the people of hyrule to be pretty fake faced with few exceptions and considering he comes from a small farming village that is like one big family, doesn’t like the class system either within the city. there’s more i could go into but like i’d be here for another 3-5 paragraphs and that’s a lot to read asdfgjkl

sorry if this is kinda all over the place ‘m eepy but i don’t consider you being a debbie downer at all, it makes me happy you even read my silly lil’ post nonnie haha. but the short case is i made link biracial and decided to give a canonical reason for him being so besides just being tanned from outside. my boy’s got southern charm, seasoned food, loneliness, and rage 😅

#△ — message › ❝ incoming letter from the local postman ❞#( idk what else to take this as orz )#( i am also on mobile so sorry for typos !!! )#[ooc // mobile.]

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hi!! This is for the valentines matchup event!

My name is Sophie, my pronouns are she/her and i’m bi!

I would prefer to be matched up with someone from hxh and i’d like it to be romantic. if you could pls not pair me with anyone from the chimera ant arc or a background character (besides anyone from the pt) that would be great 😭😭 no hate to those characters but that’s just not my thang

anywho, im an infj. I’m an introvert and definitely a very quite and observant kind of person. I can read someone like a book just by watching them and studying them for a little while. (i’m not a stalker just very curious lmfao) I would prefer someone who would be around but would also give me some space because i’m a very independent person.

I foster many puppies and kittens and older ones of course who need help or have been in an abusive household. I absolutely love animals; i have three dogs and used to have one cat but unfortunately she passed away not that long ago. I also dress depending on how i feel that day, i like form fitting things like flared leggings and stuff like that but i do wear A LOT of jewelry and love making myself look confident and presentable. I also love reading and writing, always have since i was a kid.

I absolutely adore music, any type of genre other than country. I find so much beauty in music and really see into it and how it can change someone’s mood just by some melody. I even create spotify playlists for each day lol. My love language is definitely physical touch and gifts. If the other person doesn’t like touch then i’m totally okay with that, i guess it kind of depends what my partner is okay with and i’d be okay with it too.

For the fic, i guess it would be how we meet. Or maybe they noticed me and took a liking to me. I would like someone who is observant like me and would notice the little things about me.

Thank you so much! you’re a lovely writer and i’ve seen your work. Keep it up! and have a wonderful valentine’s day <33

notes 💌: hello dear!! first of all, thank you for the lovely note at the end, it really means a lot!! second of all, thank you for requesting a matchup!!! i am super happy to have hosted this event, but boy oh boy i got burned out. I am super sorry how late this is and that it didn't make it into the actual event, but thank you so much for your patience, it really means the world. I am sending lots of love <333

THE CHARACTER I CHOOSE FOR YOU IS…

CHROLLO!!!

the fact that you are so observant is very attractive to chrollo, i can just feel it in my soul

he is also a very observant person, so you both make a good team

read him like a book

please

he thinks it's so hot

he definitely gives you the space you need because he is pretty to himself

sure he is dependent on his spiders, but he still likes to be alone, so he completely understands how you feel

HE LOVES THAT YOU FOSTER PETS

he will 100% help you

he loves that you are very caring about your looks. he doesnt need it from you, but he loves that you have a passion in it

you two will definitely just sit and read together in silence, but it's so romantic i think

he also finds beauty in music so it's nice to have someone who has a similar interest

he is definitely okay with physical touch, he loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, the whole thing

and he loves gift giving, he loves receiving gifts from you and loves getting gifts

though i think his biggest is words of affirmation

he loves reminding you how much he loves you and ADORES writing you love letters, no matter how cheesy lol

Your Fic <3333

He noticed your eyes first. And then your hands. And then your lips. Chrollo couldn't help but stare at you as you walked into the bar. He knew you had a motive, but he couldn't tell what it was. Something told him that you weren't just there for a drink. When you sat at a lone table and stared at your phone, he made his move. Chrollo moved slowly, not wanting to scare you and when you noticed him and gave him a curious look, he took that as a sign to sit down across from you. He smiled. You smiled. "I'm y/n," you said, sticking your hand out to him. "Chrollo," he said back, taking your hand in his own not only to shake it, but turn it over in his hand and press a kiss onto your knuckles. "You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" He tilted his head at you and admired not only your beauty, but the way he could tell that you were reading him like an open book. "I occasionally deal with a spider or two." You inquired, taking a sip of your drink. "Ah, I see." Chrollo grinned at you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. "Good to meet you, y/n."

~~~~~

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#dude i am so sorry this took so long #writers block SUCKS #nonetheless i really hope you enjoy it #sending lots of love and hugs <33 #writing #fanfic #my writing #asks #fanfiction #<3 #hxh #hxh x reader #matchup #matchups #chrollo #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1031: Home Alone with The Lovely Wife (Sonic X SSBU)

11:45 p.m. at the Crocodile's Residence: Chaotix's Detective Agency Office.........

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly While Finishing Up the Final Paperwork for the Night While He's on the Phone) You already failed the challenge earlier?

Dedede: (On the Other Line Sighing Heavily) Yeeeah......Couldn't even make it through the night. The lust and temptations took a hold of me quicker than I could even blink. A sad, cruel fate I had to endure, but-

Vector: You watched porn, didn't you?

Dedede: (Sucks his Teeth at the Other Line) Boy, what makes you think I would do something stupid like that!?

Vector: Well, for starters, you never hear you mention having a girlfriend once when we first started talking and I think I might've saw you flirting with one of the ladies at the after party of our wedding.

Dedede: Oh come now, that wasn't flirting. I was only giving them the enlighteningment and testimony of joining my church.

Vector: (Pulls On a Deadpinned Look on his Face) By calling them "pretty, sweet thangs"?

Dedede: I uhh....calll...all of my audience that....?

Vector: (Raises an Eyebrow in Silence) ...............

Dedede: ('Sigh') I swear, y'all about make me- FINE! You're right! I did watched porn earlier! Two to three videos of it at least! I was watching it casually at first 'tIll BAM! Somethin' hot and unexpected pop up on my screen and made me lose the whole damn thing on sight! Ya happy!?

Vector: (Shrugs While Tapping the Stacks of Paperwork Together on the Desk and Placing in the Finished Pile) Eh. Expected as much. (Smirks a Little) But it is pretty funny to hear you admit defeat like that.

Dedede: ('Suck his Teeth') Man, fuck you and your overpriced headphones!

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly) Okay, okay! I was just kidding, relax.

Dedede: Mmhmm. You better be kidding or Imma come over there and smack you upsude the head with a mallet!

Vector: (Chuckles Some More as He Starts Getting Up From his Desk and Walking Out the Room) I hear ya loud and clear. But seriously though, don't about it too much, De. You have a chance of doing better next year if you try hard enough. (Closes the Door Behind Him and Heads to the Bedroom)

Dedede: ('Sigh') Yeah, yeah I know.....'Wish I didn't failed the way I did, but....a loss is a loss. You're planning on taking the challenge too, Croc?

Vector: Yeah. I mean, I failed last year, but who's know? (Opens the Door to his and Vanilla's Bedroom) I might have a good chance if succeeding this time a- (Eyes Begins to Widened at What is in Front of Him Right Now) r-round......

Vanilla: (Stares Directly at Vector, Laying on the Bed, Wearing Explicit Night Gown and Lingerie With a Very Seductive Smirk on her Shinny Cherry Red Lips) Why, hello there, my dear Vector-Kins~ Are you ready to come to bed with me for the remainder of the night?~

Vector: (Blushes Bright Red at the Sight of his Beautiful, Newly Wedded Wife) U-U-Uhhhhhh.....

Dedede: Let me guess: You walked in the room, only to see your wife laying on the bed, half naked.

Vector: Uhhuh.....

Dedede: And now your mind is already set on giving in on her demands, making you fail the challenge in the process. Is that right?

Vector: (Starts Nodding) Uhh-huh Uhh-huh.

Dedede: ('Sigh') Well, I can't say I'm not too surprised this outcome. So I might as well leave y'all to it.

Vector: Yeah....'T-Talk to you tomorrow....

Dedede: Got it, boss man. Goodnight.

'Call Ends'

Vanilla: Oh my. Was that really Mr. Dedede on the phone just now?

Vector: (Starts Coming Back to Reality (Or Lack Thereof)) Uh y-yeah. It was him. We started talking more often after the day we got hitched and became friends ever since.

Vanilla: (Clasps her Hands Together With a Bright Smile) Well, that's nice to hear. (Eyes Turns Directly Back to her Husband) Now then~

Vector eyes widens as he immediately went Back to being a blushing dope.

Vanilla: (Seductively Makes her Way to Vector) You don't happen to be planning on doing some silly internet challenge again, now are you?~

Vector: No! I-I mean.... I was, but that was before I walked in and noticed how....(Stares into Vanilla's Bedroom Eyes as He Felt her Two Fingers Walking Up on his Chest and Towards the Side of his Face) Incredibly more beautiful you are than usual l, but I'm guessing I might've said that before....

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Oho I'm sure you did. But in the meanwhile.....(Gently Places her Hands on Vector's Cheeks) Would you please be a dear and have some fun with me, Vec-tor~ ('Chu')

Vector: ...........Yes, mommy~

And so, the door closes, Vanilla begins to enjoy her long, sensual night providing her husband the love and compassion he needs, all while the husband in question is enjoying every pleasurable moment coming his way with a defeated yet very satisfied smile on his face.

Vector Crocodile: HAPPILY FAILED THE CHALLENGE

@keyenuta

@caleb13frede

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

#sonic series #super smash ultimate #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #king dedede #humor #phone conversation #cute romance #vanilla x vector #no nut november

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crestfallen-infatuation · 2 years

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Pimpin' sluts, pimpin hoes, riding clean, smoking dope

Got my main bitch, pussy soaking as she give me throat

Whippin' with no 'caine, it's the mane with them diamond rangs

Strapped up with that thang for a lame to blow out they brain

Cruisin' like a mack, whether we pulling up like you a pack of that haze (skrt)

Bitches that want mе to save 'em, nah

Fuck 'em and put 'еm in labour, nah

Creeping with one in the chamber, smoke a sucker like crack

Cut-throat maniac, took his hoe down to the track

Landed in the 504, at 5:04, yeah

Back at home where life's a bore, try not to snore

I should fly some bitches down and about five or four (Okay)

Four or five days later, later alligator

I rarely think about when's the next tour

From recordin' in my shed to havin' like three roofs over my head

Ruby levelled up

I got like six whips, I don't need the keys to the Rover truck, anymore

Punchin' the palm trees, swing in the breeze, a moment of peace

I hope there's plenty more

She gave me dome so good, I think she thinks the Earth is flat

Mouth like the fuckin' firmament, she got my eyes rollin' back

Face a blunt, she rolls 'em back to back (Back to back)

And when she bitches, she knows what the fuck I'm textin' back

Ruby slick with these hoes, I keep 'em froze

Snow Leopard holds a black rose real close, yeah

I've had enough heartbreak, star breaks

To stop 'em like car breaks, started chilling like a pose I won't pose

Uzi wit' the screw and I'm just looking for the chewing mane

Chrome thang riding while I swang, swervin' lane to lane

Sippin' on some drank with a skank, got her coke and name

Something like Brandy or Candy, maybe Tammy

Fuck it, they all the same

Part of the gang, I don't trip, I just give 'em dick

Off the fent looking like a lick, pimpin' like a mink

Lunatic Slicky run the North like the Bolsheviks

Come on bitch, fuck her back outdoors, now my neighbor pissed

#music #no matter which direction I'm going in #I never chase these hoes #suicideboys #Spotify

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ausssbutlershortstories · 3 months

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Swipe Right

Chapter One: It’s A Girl’s Night

LEXI'S POV

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"Thank God it's Friday night and I (just just just just just) got paid.." !

It was another night on the town. Me and my girls Kara and Liliana, were getting down on the dance floor. Shaking our asses , three drinks deep. The liquor already kicking in. The club we were at was playing all the throwback classics. It was freaking lit.

"Booties shakin' (booties shakin') all around. Pump that jam(listen) while I'm getting down."

I put both hands on my knees, shaking my ass . Singing at the top of my lungs along with my friends as one of our favorite NSYNC songs continued to play.

"You guyssss let's get another drink.."

My friend Kara drunkenly suggested. Me and my other friend Liliana did not oblige and we all three made our way over to the bar.

"You guys what do you want to-"

I went to sit on one of the bar stools when I accidentally almost fell over on some man sitting at the bar himself.

"Oh sir I'm very sorry.." I said politely.

I looked at him for a few seconds. His head was tilted down with a beer in front of him. Black baseball cap he was wearing covering his face . He said nothing. He just lifted his beer bottle off the counter slightly and nodded his head.Guess it was his way of saying no biggie.

I turned back to my girls who were talking to the bartender.

"What do you guys want to drink"? I asksed

"I got this round"! I quickly pulled out my credit card from my wallet.

"Let's get long islands!" Liliana looked at me and smiled.

We grabbed our drinks and stood at the bar for a few minutes . Watching everyone dance to the music. That's when a slow song began to play.

"Alright everyone grab that special person and let's slow it down a bit."

The dj announced on the speaker.

I felt my stomach drop a bit as I watched all the couples sway back and forth while holding each other.

I took a sip of my drink trying to hold back my tears. My friends immediately noticed because I seen them look at me out the corner of my eye.

"Are you ok babe."? Kara asked putting her hand on my arm.

I felt a tear fall slowly, taking another sip of my drink.

I am not typically one to cry. But I had just gotten out of a four year relationship with a guy who I thought I was going to marry. He ended up dumping me on fucking Valentines Day. Saying he isn't in love anymore.I was so heartbroken. And still am. Love sucks.

"Awww Lexie don't cry.."

Liliana came over to me and hugged me.

I couldn't help myself. Soon as she hugged me another tear fell and I started to sob.

"I-I just don't understand why I wasn't enough for him. I was such a good girlfriend...."

I wiped my face , smearing my make up. I know I looked ridiculous.

"You were more than enough Lexie. He's an idiot."

Liliana assured me , trying to comfort me by rubbing my arm.

"Girl...fuck him."

Kara said nonchalantly while twirling the melted ice cubes in her drink glass around with a straw.

She drank what was left of her Long Island iced tea and slammed the glass on the bar.

"Listen you need to get over him and put yourself back out there."

She pointed her red manicured finger at me.

"Kara it's only been five mon-"

I began to say before Kara cut me off.

"I know how long it's been , and I know it's a short time. But hell...he was in a relationship with someone a week after y'all broke up."

"So..."?

I crossed my arms and glared at her.

"So that means you need to find you somebody. Show him what he lost. Because I'm sure little miss thang ain't it."

"And how exactly do I "find me somebody"? I asked doing air quotations.

"Girl you ain't never heard of online dating"?

"Ya, but remember I've been out the game for four years..."

"Let me bring you up to par my friend."

Kara pulled out her phone. Both Liliana and I watched as she pulled up some app.

"Ahhh Swipe Right...I was on there for awhile."

Liliana said soon as she saw a red heart shaped icon pop up on Kara's phone screen.

"You were on there...? As in not anymore"? I asked

"Ya...for me I couldn't click with anyone. Yall know I'm old school when it comes to this stuff. But doesn't mean it might not work for you."

Liliana was still sipping on her drink and began to gently rock from side to side to the beat of whatever song was playing.

"She's right Lex..." Kara began to say.

"You never know unless you try...and who knows , you might meet someone better than that loser."

I thought about it for a second, looking back and forth between Kara and the app on her phone.

"Okay fine.." I finally said.

I pulled out my phone and downloaded the app quickly. Taking a few minutes to put in all my info. It asked what I was looking for , and I put "not sure yet"...just to be on the safe side. Because I really don't know.I found a couple decent selfies of myself and downloaded them to the app too.

"Alright guys let's take a selfie . Gotta have one group photo on this thing so I don't look like a complete loser."

I held up my phone in front of me straightening myself a bit from my crying fit a moment ago.

Kara and Liliana leaned in on either side of me before I quickly snapped a photo of all of us.

Let's see how this goes..

TO BE CONTINUED........

#austin butler #fandom #fanfic

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fenimores-book-nook · 6 months

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My Thoughts ~ 10/23/23

Gooooooood evening, well, evening for me. It is 6:55 PM where I'm at. The other day I wrote up a draft that ended up being Halloween costume themed but I decided not to post it. I don't know why you need to know that information but I feel like it's valid. This post however, is just a little writing thang that I feel like working on right now. :) Who knows what I'll write about in this one, but let's find out.

Now that I have my cozy Christmas jazz on, we're ready to get going. Yes, I said Christmas jazz. I've been feeling very much in a Christmas mood lately. Which is interesting because last year I wasn't, not even really on Christmas Day. But I'm happy about the early Christmas feels this year because I normally love, love, LOVE Christmas. I don't think I've ever not loved Christmas. I think I maybe didn't feel the feelings I thought I would feel and it made me sad. Which is just a part of growing up and getting older, I've found. My feelings and ideas about the holidays are different now than what they were when I was a kid. And that is okay. It just takes some adjusting. ;)

And now, enjoy three holiday photos from last Christmas and a Christmas that was from when I was in eighth grade.

One of my favorite things to do is put on a fireplace with Christmas music playing while decorating our tree. :)

I always love the book-coffee shop I work at during Christmastime. It's always one of the most jolly places to be.

I wanted to include an older photo and when I came across this one, it made my heart happy. :) Here's one of my best friends and I with my pet rabbit I used to have. (his name was Phil)

I think now it's time to move away from the early holiday cheer, don't worry, there'll be more. ;)

Today, I spent the day with my sister, who lives about 45 minutes away from me. I had spent the night at her and her husband's place last night when we watched the TV show, Friends, one of our all-time favorite shows. I honestly do not know how many times I've seen it. I've watched it. A lot. It's one of my favorite comfort shows! After a couple episodes, we watched 10 Things I Hate About You, which I hadn't watched all the way through until last night. I loooove it. It'll probably be one of my comfort movies when I'm in the mood to watch a good chick-flick. After that, we watched A Christmas Kiss. Also one of our favorites, although, in my opinion, the second Christmas Kiss is better. (that one, we watched a bit of today) And finally, the last film of the night waaaaaaaas, drum-roll PLEASE!!...Red, White, and Royal Blue. Which I had read before, FELL IN LOVE WITH IT, and watched it when it came out on Amazon Prime. And now, my sister loves it too. ;) It's SUCH a good rom-com. Yes, I do think the book was better BUT, they still did a fantastic job at the movie. I had forgotten how much I love it.

That was last night, where we also made some Christmas themed bracelets. (yes, my sister is a Christmas fanatic just like me, maybe even more of one)

A Christmas Kiss on in the back. ;)

Today, both my sister and brother in-law had work so I hung out at their apartment, went to a cozy coffee shop, shopped at Spirit Halloween and Dollar Tree a little bit, and then returned to their apartment. A bit later, I left again to go to my sister's work, she's a 3rd grade teacher, so I hung out with her and the kids for a bit. Normally, I am not a kid person. But 3rd graders aren't too bad. Now, I'm not saying I want to be a teacher (nononononono) but maybe I don't dislike being around kids as much as I thought. ;)

Tonight, I'm spending the night in, writing this. I did have a community choir practice going on, but bestie..when I tell you I didn't feel up for it, I didn't feel up for it. Once I came home from my sister's, I took a much needed hour long nap (went to bed at 2 AM) and woke up extremely groggy and didn't snap more awake until, maybe two or three paragraphs into writing this. What better way to spend a night than to stay in, put on soothing jazz music, and write? That sounds pretty wonderfully magical to me.

My cozy night in. ;)

And that was my many thoughts and events of my day today!

Until the next one,

Thalia <3

#blog #cozy night in #christmas #movie night #writing

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itsfuckinganne · 7 months

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4:07pm

Happy full moon in Aries :) The cardinal signs really need a break from this aggressive ass energy the moon is giving us lol. All the fire signs are probably going crazy right now and my big three being affected by this super moon…I have been a little bit of a mess lol. However, I took this day for myself and I got everything I needed to do done and I’m so blessed with so much support, love and kindness (from the meta and the physical).

Anywho, I wanted to vent about some thangs. It’s not really venting, it’s more so I guess sharing how I feel about everyone growing up. I’ve spoken about, maybe not here, on how I view growing up is. It fucking sucks seeing all my close friends and the extension of those taking it so negatively. I mean, I’m turning 23 in 5 months and every day, it just makes me realize that you can’t do shit about shit but learn how to adapt to change. What breaks my heart is how often I hear friendships kind of crumble because there’s no sense of communication or understanding that life happens and people change, things change; it’s never necessarily a bad thing. That perspective makes me really grateful for who I have around me and who I choose to be around me because we’ve all understood that if we need each other, we’re always going to be here. I have a lot of friendships I’ve had to close doors on because theyve created this weird idea in their head that “oh Anne’s not the same anymore” blah blah. Like, yeah. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t change or grow as a person. Growth is ever changing and it’s never linear so I’m glad to be surrounded by people who are also as open to growth as I am :). It does make me sad though because people I care about are going through the same thing and it’s frustrating to see them in a position where they’re kind of in limbo about how they want to go about their relationships. I wish I could make decisions for them, but what’s growth without making sacrifices?

This moon is super important to me and my friends who practice because not only is it going to force us to purge situations, but it’ll also open our eyes to what no longer serves us. This is more specific to the relationships we have with people so I’m excited to do my ritual tonight to just cut some ties. It’s been a lot for me this week, in terms of sitting down with myself and reevaluating how my past really affects my present. I’m happy that I had the conversation I did with V because he really did open my eyes about how much PRESSURE I put on myself and it fucking sucks because as much as I’ve been working on relearning who I am, leaving my home triggered those thoughts and I can’t have em anymore. Mo said that my attitude should be based on what I want my future to be and honestly, she’s right. I just have a hard time because I care so much about making my people proud, but I have no one else to prove myself to but myself. I want to be the best version of myself so I can be a better energy to those around me.

I’m feeling really good today and this energy I’m receiving is continuously reassuring me that I’m okay.

Alright.

Being a mom right now. Catch you on the flip!

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bitsandbobsandstuff · 3 years

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The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons. Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie.

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth.

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders.

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink.

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list.

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.”

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter.

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart.

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly?

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist.

Bliss.

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip.

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare.

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.”

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens.

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers.

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine.

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut.

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon?

It’s worth the mess.

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener.

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display.

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor.

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department.

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down.

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally.

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.”

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace.

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.

It always does the trick.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

#inarizaki x reader #inarizaki manager #haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfics #nekoma #inarizaki #seijoh #karasuno #shiratorizawa #atsumu #atsumu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu managers #haikyuu manager #anime headcanons #kuroo headcanons

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ohayopoko · 3 years

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Eren with Newborn& Blackfem!S/o

Note: This was a request and I ABSOLUTELY had to get on it like my fingers were going a mile a minute😭 I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did💞✨

-Eren actually cries when he holds the baby for the first time and all he can do is stare because how?

-He never thought he could be capable of creating something this innocent and pure, something so beautiful 😳

-Y’all laugh about it after, about the way you screamed and the way he freaked out and cried

-Eren’s genuinely curious about why the baby looks like a plucked pink chicken and doesn’t look like you or him???

-S/O has to remind Eren that babies are new human beings and they have to grow into their looks and Eren wants to bet $100 that the baby’s eyes will look green like his own

-S/O laughs and accepts the bet, knowing damn well that baby eyes ain’t finna be green cause y’know, with her genes and dna being stronger or w.e it’ll be brown or some shade on that spectrum

-When Eren and S/O leave the hospital with their newborn baby and the hospital just lets them leave they feel like their kidnapping some kid lol

-Eren drives so carefully with you and the baby in the backseat, he swears on his mother’s grave he’ll get his family home safe🤞🏼💞

-Eren wants to name the baby after his mom but S/o is so set on the name she picked out for her first baby so y’all agree Carla can be the middle name

-Eren’s so stingy with the baby, more stingy than S/o cause that’s his baby baby, okay???

-If s/o isn’t holding the baby then Eren definitely has that baby in his hands or in one of those slings you wrap around ur body to put the baby in when you need your hands

-S/on will randomly touch his dick and make jokes like “Boy, this thang work!”

-Sweet boy blushes and rolls his eyes when you tease him 💓😖

-S/o looks at Eren sideways when he’s tryna crawl up in her pussy with out a condom now “Nigga If you don’t get up off me,” 🤬

-Y’all actually take contraceptives seriously now, but Eren whines abt the condoms cause he doesn’t really feel it so you get a iud and he bitches abt that too

-S/o feels weird abt her post partum body but Eren worships every inch of her cause she literally took the love he gave her and created a whole life with it like wtf that was just so fucking godly in Eren’s eyes

-When your momma comes over it’s literally just her and Eren fawning over the baby

-Diaper change? Burping? Bath time? Eren doesn’t know how to do it at first but he’s so dedicated he doesn’t need your help anymore and it’s just so cute to watch him be so careful and loving with your baby😫

-bites her lip at the thought of Eren putting another baby inside of her again and cringes at labor flashbacks😭

-Eren doesn’t even blink when the baby spits up on him anymore, like he’s totally over it and he doesn’t even wear shirts in the house anymore

-Whenever S/o starts getting depressed Eren takes the baby and stays at your mom’s house for a few days so you can sort yourself out but he sends u pictures all day and he facetimes you every night so y’all can sleep otp

-Like he props his phone up so u can see him and baby sleeping in the bed 🥺

-S/o gets nervous when she thinks about that pretty question Eren never asked her hoping it might be a possibility now that they had a family

-S/o try’s not to make it hot but Eren looks at her sideways when she’s sharing a lot of wedding ideas on her social media and doodling her name down as Y/n Jaeger

-Kinda thinks his last name looks good with your first name😗

-but when it’s just the three of you at the end of day Eren can’t help but think abt how hard he’ll fight for his family because it’s something he never really had 😖💕

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #aot #eren headcanons #eren brainrot #snk #black s/o #eren x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #Eren Yeager #eren yeager headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #eren yaeger x reader #eren x blackfem #this was too cute #I loved writing this

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Control | j.b.barnes

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Tiny bit of violence, anxiety mentioned

A/N: Ive had this in my docs for a bit and I haven't been able to write the last week because I have the flu, so its been a rough couple days here. So I thought id post this! Not edited or proof read.

Anything in BOLD is the reader looking into Sam's memories and anything in italic is the readers thoughts

Masterlist

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You were gripping the sink, staring at the reflection looking back at you and you didn't recognize the person staring at you, your bags were dark, eyes sunken and dark blue illuminating from them. Your heart beating erratically, your breathing hitched and your hands started to shake.

not again

You were getting better you thought you were getting back on track but when he left to go on a mission you assured yourself you’d be fine, you weren't allowed to go on this particular mission even though you were cleared for field missions two weeks ago but that felt like a mistake now, all your progress went out the window as soon as he clicked the door shut.

“No, no, no” You mumbled splashing cold water on your face “You got this” Lifting your hands to your head using your powers you pushed any and all anxieties to the back of your mind locking them away.

You felt numb after but it was better than feeling whatever that was or is.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door and the knob rattle and you spun around, he wasn't supposed to be back this early.

The door squeaked open, of course you forgot to lock it.

“Doll?”

You locked the bathroom door, turning the shower on as fast as you could. Letting out a breath of relief when you heard his footsteps retracted and your door shut. It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky, he was your everything.

But you told him you were getting better and this would be a set back in everything you’ve been working so hard at.

You tried to make yourself look presentable at least before making your way to the common room, with each step you took you felt your breath slightly waiving the closer you got to everyone.

no no no, you're fine. she's gone.

“Y/n/n! There's my favourite girl!” Sam jumped up embracing you in a hug.

“Hi Sam, glad to see you still in one piece” You made your way to the table “How was the mission?”

Steve signed “Buck didn't talk to you yet?”

You picked at your nail beds, shaking your head “I didn't think you would be back yet” You paused, you can talk it's just steve and sam “Friday told me he stopped by but i haven't caught him yet, why whats up?”

The two looked between each other before Sam put his hands up “I'm not good with words”

Steve rolled his eyes before turning back to you “Well, we didn't finish it”

“You three didn't finish a mission? That's hard to believe”

Steve laughed, before turning serious “We needed our fourth”

you.

Sam could tell you were starting to get nervous, confusion washed over your features “Maybe it would be easier if you just looked” he gestured referring to his memories.

“a-are you sure Sam?”

“Do your thang girl”

You nodded, your eyes rolled back turning a bright blue, one that was almost white, a sky blue if you will.

A blue stream of colour extended from your eyes to Sam’s temples. Searching his memories like archives for the mission. Both men’s eyes trained on you waiting for any indication you found it.

You didn't know what mission they were on. All you knew is Stark specifically didn't want you on it, so that in itself gave you indication of what it might be.

Her.

You could see Bucky and Steve from Sam’s point of view, you were up in the sky, scouting the building. It looked abandoned, they always are though. Sam spoke into his comm “It looks empty”

It always does.

“Alright let's head in”

The next bit was fighting agents of some sort, their fight moves were almost robotic, before the area was taken over by a blue hue, almost like yours but darker, much darker it was almost black.

You started shaking your head, Steve and Sam glanced at each other, you were mumbling under your breath “no no no”

“Hey y/n i think that’s enough” Steve tried to break you out of your trance.

You could see her clear as day and the way she was looking at Sam, at you, it was like she knew that you were going to see this. Of course she knew, her eyes were dark, never breaking eye contact from Sam as she smiled at him, at you, it was a wicked smile. Her eyes looked directly towards Bucky.

“No!” you screamed

Sam tried to stand up to comfort you but your blue wave kept him in place, he looked frantically at Steve “Do something!”

You were now screaming no, repeatedly. Steve was at your side trying to talk to you “y/n come on that’s enough”

You watched her lunge at Bucky, a dark blue mist holding Sam and Steve in place, they couldn't move or speak. Her head turning 180° still looking at Sam, at you. Before you watched her nails grow and grow till the point was just as sharp as any knife Bucky had on him. Her voice was ungodly as she spoke “This is for you” before she plunged all 4 of her nails into Bucky.

“Bucky!”

“What the hell is going on!” Bucky shouted as he rounded the corner, he saw the tears pouring out of your eyes, the blue hue going from your eyes to Sam and Steve pleading with you to come back. “I told you I'd tell her!” he shouted, before he pushed Steve out of the way placing his hands on your cheeks “Doll, come back its Bucky”

She tossed Bucky to the ground like he was garbage, she made her way over to you, her eyes dark and sinister “You’re next” She lifted her hand up plunging her nails into Sam’s abdomen, yours.

You felt the burning sensation, as she twisted her hand in you. She pulled them out, never breaking eye contact, licking your blood, Sam’s, off of her nails “You’re stronger than I thought” She whispered

Before you were flying back through the darkness, leaving Sam’s memories.

You opened your eyes as panicked was running through you. Your eyes darted around before landing on the ones beside you.

“Doll”

“Bucky” you breathed out, your arms wrapped around him “Y-your alive”

He pulled back “Why wouldn't I be?”

You pushed back off of the chair as you frantically lifted up his shirt.

nothing

Your eyes moved to Sam, flicking your finger you lifted his shirt up “Woah y/n, what's going on?“ Sam pulled his shirt back down.

You slowly started to back up “Y-your memories, they, they, you and Buck” Your breathing was becoming fast “She, she”

“Doll…” Bucky trailed off as he got closer, placing his arms on your shoulders “Take a deep breath for me okay? Can you do that?”

Your eyes on his, you nodded. Taking a deep breath in and out.

“Good, that's my girl” He grabbed your hand in his “Now what happened?”

You looked at all three men, all of their faces showing a different emotion, Bucky was worried, Sam was confused and Steve’s was stern.

“I watched her, in Sam’s memories grow her nails into these daggers and she, she killed you Buck and then she killed Sam”

Sam eye’d Steve shaking his head “Y/n she wasn't there”

“I saw her Sam, you saw her!”

“We need to get her to Banner, Buck” Steve came up from behind.

You shook your head “No I saw her”

“Doll…”

“I felt her Buck! I felt her..” You trailed off, a burning sensation taking over your stomach, pushing Bucky away lifting up your shirt to reveal your abdomen.

“Holy shit” Sam breathed out

There were four scars in a row on your stomach almost completely healed but with bright red still dripping from them as if they just happened.

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