#jurassic world smut

[star-quill]

so, okay, i saw ur post about wanting to write some owen stuff and im totally here for it so i was thinking-

owen asks reader out on a date, and it goes great and they back to his place and the reader tells him that shes actually not that experienced and he just guides her through it-🫦🫦

I LOVE UR BLOG SO MUCH LIKE THANK U FOR EVERYTHING U DO FOR US I LOVE U🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

me when this is my whole brand !!!!!!!!!

(also mwah mwah ty i cant believe writing has made me so happy again 🥺🫶)

(kinda setting this during jw1 btw)

you honestly don't know why you said yes to the date with owen, he's probably only doing this to get into your pants. which a small part of you wouldn't actually mind, but you don't want to just be another girl in a long line of the ones he's slept with "just because". you know his reputation but neither of your friends have been out with him, so maybe it's slightly to brag about him having asked you instead of them.

there wasn't many options for date night on the island but you were just happy to be with him no matter what. he ended up taking you back to his place, starting a fire and cooking over the heat. it felt very him, he was totally in his element right now. and the food was delicious.

the sun was setting and watching it through the trees with him was so much better than you could ever imagine. and he was so much more charming than normal, his words laced with flirty undertones. you were having so much fun with him, you didn't want the night to end. then he nudged you off him and he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. the fire had died down and he led you inside his bungalow. he left you standing in the middle of the joint bedroom/front room while he went over to the speaker on his coffee table. he pressed play and came back to you.

"may i have this dance?"

"of course.."

he was absolutely laying it on thick with you, but to be fair, you were letting him in so easily. he slow danced with you for a few songs, his eyes never leaving yours as he sang along to whatever was playing out the speakers. you stop moving for a second and he stumbles slightly when you stop, but still asks you if you're ok when he regains his balance. you don't say anything, you just lean up to kiss him and his hands immediately cup your face, pulling you upwards even more. considering his front room had his bed in it, you didn't have far to go before you felt the back of your knees hit his mattress. you broke the kiss only to lay down before he knelt down on the bed and hovered over you, searching for a sign in your eyes to kiss you again.

"i've uhm.. never really.. done this part.."

"you never fucked anyone?"

you shook your head. he just smirked.

"'s ok, baby.. i'll guide you through it.. you got nothin' to worry about.. ok?"

you nodded this time and he gave you a soft peck on your cheek. he adjusted your body a little, letting you wiggle out of your pants before he let your legs drape over his thighs. you immediately shoved your shirt off, discarding it on the floor near your pants. he brushed some stray hairs out of your face and noticed your eyes, looking at him hesitantly.

"you ok? need you to stay with me, ok?"

you nodded.

"need you to tell me.."

"i'm with you.."

"good girl.. any point you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, ok?"

you nodded again and he leaned down to kiss you again. he was treating you so good, maybe a little too good. you suddenly feel a little afraid you'll get attached and he won't, remembering his reputation. but then he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone and you forget all about that. his only intention right now was getting you off and making sure you felt good. and that you did.

you felt good when his mouth was all over you, leaving little marks on your neck and on the inside of your thighs. you felt good when he had his head between your legs, his tongue going deeper whenever you whimpered and tugged on the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. you felt good when he kissed your neck afterwards, asking if you were still ok, still with him. you hadn't even noticed he'd undone his zipper until his dick was nudging against your thigh when he kissed your neck. then you really felt all of him, how big he was and you whimpered.

"you ok?"

"s'not gonna fit.."

"that's why i'm guiding you here.. we gotta work you up to make it fit.. i got you, ok?"

he took it slow, whispering sweet praises in your ear while he adjusted himself, the head of his dick already inside you.

"don't focus on anything except for how good it feels, ok?"

"mmhm.."

"good girl.."

he could call you that a million times over and you'd melt every time. he only got halfway inside you before your hands flew to his wrists, whining and squeezing your eyes shut.

"hey.. hey.. s'ok.. i got you.. just breathe.."

you exhaled, writhing against him and digging your head back into his pillows.

"gonna push deeper, ok? you ok?"

you nodded, feeling him slide deeper until his hips met the back of your thighs. he moved his arms to beside your head, leaning down to kiss you. your hands wrapped around his forearms, moving up to tug on the sleeves of his shirt. he got the message and leaned back, tugging it off and discarding it on the floor. his hands went back to beside your head and he leaned down once again to kiss you. he slowly dragged his hips back, then pushed back towards you, rocking into you slowly.

"you doing good? feeling good?"

"mmhm.."

"use your words, honey.."

"feels.. oh.. feels so good.. i feel.. mmf.. feel so full.."

his hips were grinding against the backs of your thighs and you could feel all of him. you felt so stretched out but in a good way, making you see stars. you were so close already, and you whined out.

"you ok?"

"so.. mmf.. so close.."

"let go, baby.. it's ok.."

you've touched yourself countless times before, had sex a few times too, but nothing compared to this. your whole body shuddered when you came, your hands gripping onto his forearms again. your legs writhed against his sides and he just laid a hand on your stomach, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin. he continued rocking into you, gently helping you through your orgasm. he wasn't far behind you and he pulled out just before, letting out his release onto your stomach. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck.

"was i good?"

"so good.. wanna do it all over again.."

that one time became a few more times. he had you in different positions every time, showing you more, teaching you more. and he took care of you every time. guiding you, checking in on you, telling you what he was going to do. his voice made your brain go fuzzy before he'd even touched you. he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing whenever he'd call you, you'd drop everything to be with him.

[agaypanic]

Kinktober is cumming Coming

october is in like a week or two which means that kinktober is in like a week or two!! i plan to have a fic for every day, but with college starting (first day is literally tomorrow omfg) i cant promise that a fic will come out on it's intended day

soooo if you don't wanna miss a kinktober fic, i have great news for you! not only will i have a kinktober masterlist, but i will also have a kinktober taglist. since ill be writing for a lot of different characters, you can ask to be tagged in every fic, fics for a certain fandom(s), or fics for a certain character(s). if you want to be tagged for a fandom or character, i can also add you to a taglist for my regular fics if you'd like (ppl part of my regular fandom/character taglists will be tagged in these fics unless they say otherwise)

heres a list of all the fandoms + characters that'll be a part of my kinktober 2024 masterlist:

Jurassic Park: Ellie Sattler

Saltburn: Felix Catton, Farleigh Start

Twilight: Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Mean Girls: Regina George

Scott Pilgrim VS. The World: Gideon Graves

Heathers: J.D.

Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler

Five Nights at Freddy's: Mike Schmidt

Pitch Perfect: Beca Mitchell

What We Do In The Shadows: Nadja of Antipaxos, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nandor the Relentless

That 70's Show: Steven Hyde, Eric Forman

Hot Fuzz: Nicholas Angel

[prins-maurice]

Strange Attractors - Ian Malcolm x Reader (smut)

Strange Attractors - The Lost World (4423 words) by WizardToad

Summary: After recovering from the events at Jurassic Park Ian Malcolm signs an NDA, reserving himself to the somewhat quiet life of teaching. When you show up, however, you turn his life upside down. Giving into desires you both know you shouldn't, while a man called Richard Levine keeps pestering him about a so-called Lost World. (Smut in chapter 3)

Chapter 1: That’s Plagiarism, Young Lady

His lips make their way over your shoulder as his hair tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands roam freely over your curves. The aroma of his cologne mixed with the coffee on his breath envelops you. He grips your waist and lifts you up, setting you down on his desk. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him flush to your core as your lips meet once again. His hands squeeze your thighs at the sensation. Your hands slide over his black shirt, almost ripping the buttons open-.

You manage to shake out of your chaotician-induced hypnosis just in time to see the one and only Dr. Ian Malcolm squinting at you in the bright sunlight. Shit, the whole auditorium is looking at you, he must’ve asked you a question. He knows he caught you daydreaming and a self-satisfactory grin appears on his face. A single ray of sunshine creeps in through the window, shining right on the man in front of you. Paying attention to Professor Malcolm's lectures was never easy, but the way the golden rays reflect off the stray gray hairs on the side of his head is making it entirely impossible today. You haven't heard a single word the man has said, too sucked up in your daydream.

“If you recall, miss (Y/L/N), we were just talking about the ways in which self-organizing behaviours of complex systems are of interest to the study of evolution.” He gestures with his hand, urging you to continue.

Fuck, you really should’ve been paying attention. You were a good student, you really were, but he had caught you off-guard now. He loved tormenting you like that. Dr. Malcolm had been talking your ear off about this a few nights ago when you were reading some papers from a freshman course. Racking your brain for something to spew out, you remember a bit he said about adaptation and the way complex systems seem to strike a balance between the need for order and the imperative to change, locating themselves at the edge of chaos. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, satisfied with your answer. You mentally wipe the sweat from your forehead as he continues his lecture.

Malcolm’s is the last class on Friday evening so the students practically storm out of the auditorium the second it's over. You, however, still have TA duties to fulfill. You deeply regret agreeing to spend the evening working on some stuff in his office. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the two of you alone. You've had a major crush on your professor ever since you stepped foot in his class. Hell, it's the whole reason you applied to become his TA. But now it just felt silly, and you’d rather be in a bar getting shit-faced with your roommate. 

As the others stampede out like a herd of buffalo, you saunter over to his desk at the front. He’s still packing away his papers.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you copying me word for word. That’s plagiarism young lady” He teases, sending you a lopsided smile 

“Well you did put me on the spot, I had to say something” You lean against his desk, cracking your back. If they’re gonna make people sit in them for two hours, they really should make those damn chairs a bit more comfortable.

“Or maybe you should just pay attention to the lecture next time” He closes his bag and you roll your eyes. He pauses for a minute, thinking. The curiosity kills him, he has to ask. “What were you so preoccupied with?” He comes around the desk and leans next to you, the height difference even more apparent now. 

You feel your ears burning red, recalling the daydream you’d had earlier. You couldn’t tell him the truth, obviously. You scramble for something to say, managing to come up with “Oh, just this assignment for Dr. Thorne’s class. He’s making us solve one of his impossible engineering mysteries again, you know how he is.” You laugh awkwardly, hoping he doesn’t inquire further about the non-existent assignment. He nods “Yeah, typical.” he hums. You let out a soft sigh of relief, he bought it. He swings his bag over his shoulder and ushers you toward his office “C'mon, we've got a lot of work to do tonight.”

As Dr. Malcolm’s TA, you were usually tasked with doing the shitty jobs he didn't want to do. You sometimes wonder why he even has a TA if he barely needs help with anything useful. So now you were stuck in his office, entering research data into the computer on his desk while your roommate was out partying. 

He paces the office with long strides, focused on the papers in his hand. He stares at them with a frown. "Can you believe this shit?" You look up from the computer, finger on the paper in front of you to keep track of the number you were just about to enter. 

"Douchebag" he mutters. 

"Everything okay Dr. Malcolm?"

He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. He loves it when you call him Dr. Malcolm. He’d never admit it of course, but it made him feel strong and authoritative. For years after the park, he couldn’t go anywhere without his cane. He used to be known as the rock star scientist, and now people just looked at him with pity. Having to rely on others had made him feel weak, the way they looked at him as they helped him up, or held the door open for him, it drove him crazy. Everyone treated him like a sick puppy, except you. You still looked at him with that sense of wonder in your eyes, as if you couldn’t believe that you were standing in front of the great Dr. Malcolm, and he eats it up every time. It makes him feel like his work is still worth something. 

He appreciated that you never asked about this injury either. After the park, everyone involved signed an NDA, forced to keep quiet about what really went down in Costa Rica. Ever since then people haven’t stopped pestering them with their crazy conspiracy theories, some more accurate than others. Regardless, he had to keep to his story, and lie to the masses. Lie to you. His leg had been much better these days, though. He didn’t need his cane anymore, but he felt his reputation had been tarnished anyway.

"Remember that uh- scientist who interrupted my lecture last week? What's his name, uh- Levine. He's convinced there's a real Lost World somewhere." 

The Lost World hypothesis was one of the many theories scientists had come up with to try and answer the never-ending questions regarding the K-T extinction event. The hypothesis states that dinosaurs may never have fully gone extinct and that somewhere in the world, there's an isolated haven where there are still living, breathing dinosaurs. It's absurd, but then again most scientific theories are. 

"What? But that's just a theory. It's a fantasy."

"You don't have to tell me" he runs a hand through his hair sighing. You can tell he's bothered by it, maybe more than he should be, but you decide not to press it. 

"He wants me to help him research it. Find the supposed island, go on an expedition, the whole works. He's been bugging me about this theory all week but I didn't think he'd go this far."

"He's completely nuts." You shake your head.

"He's a pain in the ass is what he is" he grumbles, walking up to the desk and throwing the letter in the trash can. He leans on the back of your chair, hands nearly touching your neck making you shiver from the near-contact. You sigh audibly as you enter in the last data on this page, just seven more to go.

“You know what?” He suddenly exclaims, slapping the back of your chair ”We’ve done enough for tonight. We shouldn’t be holed up here all night. Go on home (Y/N)” You lean back in the chair, tilting your head all the way backward to look at him. “You’re the best, Dr. Malcolm. I think my fingers are about to fall off.” You sigh, your brows knit together. He laughs, turning the chair and shooing you out the door.

“Go on, go out and have fun or whatever young people do. See you Monday.”

“See you Monday Dr. Malcolm.” You wave him goodbye as you walk to your dorm. Your roommate had let you know which bar she was going to, and it was still early enough to quickly change and meet up with her there. Easy peasy, your Friday night could still be saved. 

- Chapter 2 -

[r0llerblad3]

Idk why I haven’t seen much people talk about this man, maybe I’m not on the right side of tumblr BUT THIS MAN

Like we went through HOW MANY MOVIES WITH THIS MAN IN THEM and I haven’t seen hardly any talk about him- WHERES MY TALENTED WRITERS AT? I NEED SMUT OF HIM ASAP 🗣

Could gulp it right up but y’all didn’t hear that from me

[little-wicked10]

Let Me Make You Juno (Ian Malcolm Smut)

Summary: When Ian returns from Jurassic Park, he has a new perspective on some decisions he’s been contemplating. Like the need to lock down the love of his life. (Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song Juno)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY!!! Breeding kink, Ian being the silver tongued devil he is😏, cursing

Notes: Yes, I’m aware that the movie Juno came out several years after the original Jurassic Park BUT this is inspired by a song that was inspired by a movie (most likely I’m just assuming).

//

She was there the moment the helicopter touched down.

She was there as they gurnied him into the hospital to be treated.

She was there to take care of him every step of the way.

From his Costa Rican hospital bed, Ian would watch her sleeping form slumped in a chair in the corner. He observed her as he was lost in his thoughts. Almost dying had a way of making you reassess your life and decisions you’ve been dancing around. Like the one sitting in a velvet box back at his apartment.

Ian bought the ring before he’d made up his mind. There was a lot he was considering before asking her to marry him. He often joked he was always on the look out for the “future ex-Mrs. Malcolm”, but he was hesitant to add her to that list. She had changed his life. She had encouraged him to start carving out more time for his children, albeit a slow process since he had to become civil with their mothers. No one had pushed him to better himself quite like her.

Staring death in the face with all its sharp and bloody teeth was when he made his decision. Ian prayed (for the first time in who knows how long) he’d make it off that island so he could finally ask her that all important question. She WAS the future and last Mrs. Malcolm. No matter what, he’d be with her until his heart stopped beating.

//

“What?”

Ian smiled at her shocked expression, “Will you marry me, my wonderful and beautiful goddess?”

Her eyes stared at the ring in the box he held out to her. The diamond shined in the candlelight of their romantic dinner. “You’re…are you serious?” her heartbeat a million miles a minute.

“Of course I am, my darling. You’ve changed my life in such an…exponential way. You’ve made me uh…a better man, a better father to not just my current kids but for our future kids,” Ian pulled the ring from the box and held it between his fingers, “So…what do ya say?”

“You want…with me? Yes, Ian! Yes!” happy tears fogged her eyes as she grasped his face between her hands and kissed him.

Ian almost dropped the ring as he wrapped his arms around her, her tears wetting his cheeks. The restaurant goers that had been watching erupted in joyous clapping. She pulled away from their kiss and held out her left hand. Ian gently took her hand in his, carefully slipping the ring onto her finger. Their joy was infectious. He knew in his heart this was meant to be, he’d made the right decision.

//

Light flooded their apartment as the door swung open. Ian’s large hands held her close to his body tightly, clutching her silk dress and walking her backwards. Her fingers were woven into his curls as their tongues fought with one another. A swift kick shut the apartment door before he released her body to shrug off his leather jacket. Gently clutching her wrists, he pulled them from his hair as he delicately pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her hands worked on unbuttoning his already halfway unbuttoned black shirt.

The silk pooled at her feet as it finally cascaded down her body leaving her in her panties and heels. Ian was in awe of her, a lustful look in his eyes as he threw off his shirt to swagger towards his prey. The moonlight shining in from the windows made her look ethereal.

“You are a goddess,” his eyes slowly took her in, “And I must…no, need to worship at your alter.”

“Ian,” she whispered, her face flushed.

The man stopped before her and fell to his knees, large hands running up her legs as he kissed the top of her panty line. Her body shivered as his lips ran across the sensitive skin. Her fingers threaded into his hair once more as he squeezed her thighs, dark eyes staring up into hers.

“I want your touch for life, darling. Love you right until you bless me even more with something beautiful. I want to put my child right…here,” he kissed her stomach gently.

Ian’s eyes watched her breasts heave as she began to pant, “I’m so fucking horny, Ian.”

“I know,” dexterous fingers wrapped around her waist band, pulling her panties down her legs.

He aided her in stepping out of the garment before he stood up, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. They smashed their lips together as he carried her to the bedroom in long strides. He moaned into her mouth as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades. They fell on to the bed, Ian being careful not to land on her too hard. An animalistic groan vibrated in his chest as he felt her hips roll against his.

Her needy whimper made him feral. His lips trailed down to her jaw line and neck, exploring her body with the drag of his lips and scrape of his teeth. He sucked on the swell of each of her breasts before running his tongue down her stomach. Ian could only imagine what she’d look like once their child grew inside her. Growling at the thought of her round belly and swollen breasts made his stomach twist in anticipation to make her his in every way possible. Ian suddenly sat up to gently remove her heels.

“I adore you, Mrs. Malcolm,” he kissed her left calf before reaching down to strum his thumb over her clit, “I adore every part of you…, Mrs. Malcolm.”

The way the title rolled off his tongue and his fingers slipped inside to begin massaging her sweet spot caused her to arch her back. When she reached out to him with a desperate whine, Ian leaned over her to look deep into her eyes. His hand moved faster when she reached up and bit his lip, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. Her body writhed desperately, toes curling as she felt electricity began to burn from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes. “Please, Ian!” the way she begged may have been pathetic, but she didn’t care, “I want you inside me! Put a baby in me!”

Ian’s chuckle was dark, “I will, darling, but uh…you have to cum first.”

The fire in her belly burned even hotter when she heard his words. He had such a way of speaking, it flowed from his lips like honey and heightened the pleasure. The hot coil snapped and she came on his frantically moving hand. Ian showered the side of her face and neck with loving kisses as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her arms lazily wrapped around his neck to press their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Removing his fingers, Ian pulled away from the kiss to suck his fingers, “Mm. Your taste is divine. I could explore you all night.”

“That won’t make a baby, my love” she smirked as he began to pull at his belt.

He chuckled and stuttered over his words at how quick she with his belt and pants, “You…uh…Darling, you’re…uh, uh…insatiable.”

“You bring it out in me, Dr. Malcolm,” small hands pushed down his slacks.

The curly haired man stood up off the bed and chucked off his slacks and boxers. Crawling on to the bed, he watched with predatory eyes as she moved up to lay at the head of the bed. They wrapped up into each other’s arms and legs. His large hands roamed her body as he thrust his hips against hers, teasing them both. A hand slipped behind her onto her lower back. He made her arch her back and angle her hips up. There was no warning when he slipped his long dick inside her. Her moans were music to his ears as she dug her nails into his back. “Oh my god,” Ian groaned as he picked up his pace, “Fuck this feels so right!”

Up until that point, they had always used condoms. The feeling of him being inside of her with no barrier, just raw, brought out something feral in her. There’s no way she could go back to rubbers after this. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, urging him to keep going with her heels against his ass. His arm wrapped around her hips helped him continuously spear her over and over again, free hand gripping the sheets next to her head. He suddenly switched their position, pulling out to flip her onto her stomach with her hips angled up.

Ian was back inside her once again as he pressed his chest to her back; his hands traveling up her sides before one tangled into her hair and the other slipped under her hips to her clit. His thrusts were deep and deliberate. Holding her head back enough for him to leave open mouth kisses along the side of her face and neck, whispering in her ear. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she desperately tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“I feel you clenching around me, my love. I can hardly pull out. Not that I’m going to,” his smirk was pressed to her ear.

A desperate sound slipped from her throat as she felt pleasure building from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes.

“One of you is cute…it’s wonderful, infact, but two?” Ian growled and thrust roughly and bit her earlobe.

“Fuck, baby! Mark your territory!” she pushed her hips toward him more, if it was possible.

His fingers circling her clit and his animalistic pounding was enough for the coil to snap. She screamed as she clenched down on his thrusting cock and came. Her orgasm washed over her like a brutal wave and only lasted longer as her fiancé continued to fuck her into their mattress. Just as the high from her first orgasm subsided another quickly built and crashed over her. Ian admired the way her body writhed underneath him, unable to decide if she wanted more or less of his ministrations.

“D-don’t stop! Don’t stop! Cum inside me, baby!” she begged in her delirious state.

Ian’s brow creased in concentration and he bit down on his lip as his hips began to falter. The most wonderful cry left her lips as he thrust himself as deep as he could inside her to spill his seed. The feeling of him filling her to the brim would be burned into her body’s memory forever. A hand reached behind her and tangled into his hair, whimpering as she felt him rutting his hips into hers until he was fully spent. The only thing heard in the room was their ragged breaths.

He kissed along the side of her face and neck down to her shoulders, all the while whispering to her how good and beautiful she is. She whimpered as he slowly pulled out, feeling both their orgasms leak out of her. Ian laid on his side beside her before pulling her towards him. She gently turned over to face him and snuggled into his embrace. “You ok?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m perfect,” she lovingly kissed his neck, “Planning a wedding and a baby? You’re truly a chaos magnet, Dr. Malcolm.”

“Chaos is unpredictable, my love. It might take one, two, or multiple tries to get you pregnant. Either way, I’m-uh more than happy to keep trying,” he smirked down at her.

Her felt her stomach jump in anticipation, and she gave a playful nip to his jaw line, “Then I guess we have a lot of work to do.”

[gwendolyngreene]

For Survival and Something More

Chapter 11: Coffee, Extra Cream

Rated E (Explicit)

Description: Claire adds a ~special ingredient~ to her coffee when she wakes up after a night spent at Owen's bungalow.

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Claire felt the bed shift as Owen leaned toward her, and she felt a rough stubbly kiss on her neck as she began to wake. His hand trailed down her side, making her skin tingle as she stretched and pressed herself back into his warm body.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty.” Owen placed another kiss on her cheek as she smiled. The memory of last night, hot and sweaty, was fresh on her mind as Owen pulled back and climbed out of bed. He was still buck naked as he padded forward into the little kitchenette of his small bungalow. Claire paused, letting her teeth burrow into her lower lip as she watched and enjoyed the view. Her fingers danced idly over the light cotton sheet she held against her body. She was just as naked herself, and began to wonder where her clothing had landed the night before. Claire had to get to work.

Claire was sure Owen was hiding things on her at this point, and she’d learned long ago to bring a change of clothes when she stayed the night because there was no getting out of here with enough time to return to her own apartment before she had to be back at her duties. She did make an effort to hunt down her belongings, but by the time the smell of fresh coffee wafted through the bungalow she was fully dressed with most of her things collected.

She wrapped a hand around Owen’s waist as she approached him in the kitchen, holding a piece of toast, and she reached up to place a kiss on the edge of his jaw.

“Brewin’ a fresh pot for you now,” Owen said, leaning against the counter and placing his free hand around her, “I know you gotta get goin’.”

Claire smirked, breathing in slowly. “I’ve got a few minutes…”

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[star-quill]

i kno i've been writing for peter recently but recently i've fallen back into my jurassic phase and would luv to write for owen (again?? maybe, not sure if i ever wrote for him before) so if anyone has any req's pls send them in 🫶

[wyked-ao3]

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Assassin's creed (can't wait for the new one…although I'm still not sure about upgrading from the PS3 lol)

↪My movie/series fandoms

Merlin, Twilight, Supernatural, Lucifer, Grimm,Once upon a time, Stargate (all), Primeval, Criminal minds, NCIS, Star trek, Harry Potter, Hannibal, Marvel, Harley Quinn, Shadow hunters, Arrow, How to train your dragons (all), Troll hunters (they ripped my heart out) Avatar the last Airbender, Avatar (blue), Jurassic world, Jurassic park, Dragon prince, The last of us?(Not the biggest fan of it but I do read the fic's and wrote for ot occasionally, Lost, Charmed (original), Originals (didn't finish it….I'm a softie okay), and to be honest I'm forgetting some… may edit as I remember or hit a phase where they are my favorite show again….

↪Anime fandom's…..some I'm only in due to my sister but it still counts…..

Black Butler

Heavens official blessing

Skum villain D

emon king academy

Welcome to demon school iruma (I love this)

Fairytail

↪My Never seen but I could probably convince you otherwise do to my sister's rambling list that will update as I remember names

Inuyasha

↪My interest

Herbs,plants,trees, mushrooms, nature (I can keep going) animals,fish,corals and aquatic plants, invertebrates, mythology, pirates, knights, druids,shamans, hanfu, feudal era, history involving any of the above.. writing, gardening, wood carving and burning, sketching although I think you get more detail with wood burning……I can keep listing but most of that will not be covered here so I will stop now but feel free to drop in my inbox to chat

I will add more eventually here

↪My mutuals original story recommendation list

My favorite western, time loop horror romance by @tragedycoded I can not recommend this enough it got me hooked on a western.

If you like gay pirates, kidnapping, drama and found family that will keep you on your toes then check out @the-golden-comet 's story (read the warning)

↪My mutuals fanfiction recommendation list (it will change as I think of some I added the recommendations last minute so oops)

If you are into sarcastic lovable OC's and mandalorians from star wars check out @lillybaaaka 's work

she also has a fem Harry Potter/startrek crossover that I'm in love with lol highly recommend it, it's more startrek then Harry Potter

if you are into the bat family you should check out @gods-graveyard 's work

if you like bananafish fanfiction then check out @gioiaalbanoart she has several amazing ones but my favorite so far is this one

if you are a Zelda fan who ships Ganon and Link then I highly recommend you check out @the-golden-comet just make sure to read the warnings

[writerdreamxs]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG ! fearless era.

in which you know a little about me and make requests for short stories to me and I turn your dreams into realities. after all, I am a writer of dreams. 💐

first, introductions: my name is clarice, but you can call me clary.

I'm brazilian, so obviously english is not my first language, so there may be some errors in the imagines.

I love taylor swift (my favorite album is fearless, but I think you get the idea :) and one direction, as well as lana del rey, artic monkeys, among many other artists.

I love romcoms, whether films or books, clichés, sun, spring, roses, dogs and I am a person who really likes to talk.

my mbti is enfp, - at least that's what i think, at the moment! - and I have a sanguine temperament.

and I DON'T write smut.

below I will put a list of the characters and fandoms that I mainly write about, but if you want to request something different, feel free.

masterlist. 🌤️

BRIDGERTON 🐝

colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, simon basset.

FORMULA ONE. 🏁

all of the grid, but mainly, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell and max verstappen.

FOOTBALL PLAYERS ⚽

richarlison, rodrygo goes, jude bellingham, vini jr, pedri, gavi, and all of the real madrid team.

HARRY POTTER (golden era)🪄

harry potter, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, fred and george weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, charlie weasley.

HARRY POTTER (marauders era) 🕰️

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, severus snape.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA 🦁

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, caspian.

CELEBRITIES 🍾

timothée chalamet, josh hutcherson, louis partridge, andrew garfield, william moseley, tom holland, ben barnes, archie renaux, cameron boyce ✝.

RANDOM 🩷

trodrick heffley, peter parker 1 and 3, matteo balsano, simon alavrez, ramiro ponce, gaston perida, gabo moretti, lorenzo guevara, dede duarte, willy wonka, chad denforth (hsm), will turner (potc) legolas greenleaf (lor), laurie laurence, supa strikas, luke ross (jessie), carmen sandiego characters, zach mitchell (jw), jurassic world: camp cretaceous caracthers, carlos de vil, jay ja'far, harry hook, ray beech, charlie delgado, aurek, jim hawkins, jack frost, ever after high characters, scooby doo characters, hiccup, the greatest showman, dick grayson and wally west (young justice) .

🦋 well, that's it my sweeties and I hope you liked me and send your requests. 💗

WRITERDREAMXS ©, 2024. 📖

[gg-pedro]

can you hear the music (ch. 6) - joel miller x reader

masterlist

summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano, and you find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.

chapter 5: joel loves you, and you let him. you could live a million more days like this.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, platonic!ellie x reader, protective!joel, implied age gap, unprotected piv, ellie plays the piano, sweet smut, fingering, joel needs taking care of, bittersweet fluff, but almost entirely fluff, happy ending :)

words: 5.5k

a/n: grand finale! i hope i delivered for all of you. thank you endlessly, and from the bottom of my heart, for reading and supporting my stuff and this series. its been so incredibly fun and fulfilling. enjoy this!!

-

Life was sweet. Life was good. 

You blinked and spring had become summer. The fields grew unruly with wild grass and baby’s breath, the sun shined longer. Clouds lingered, but they didn’t stay. Days were hot and saccharine. 

You heard music everywhere. In the swallows outside your window at dawn, the rustle in the pear trees when the wind blew, in Joel’s voice when he hummed you to sleep. In the creaks in the floorboards that you had memorized as his footsteps, the hymns and nursery rhymes that kids sang, and in your old upright piano that was slowly losing falling out of tune.

It had been quiet for so long, but now it was loud– deafening at times. Impossible not to notice.

The best music of all, perhaps, was the songs Ellie was learning for the informal recital that you’d suggested she put on. And even sweeter than that was the way she’d changed since you first met. She no longer reminded you of a scared little girl, always choosing the fight over the flight. She was strong and bubbly and hilarious, and watching her find a reason to be proud of herself was even more rewarding than watching her become a talented musician.

The song selection was completely inappropriate, but it was perfect anyway: Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl (for her Joel, of course), the Jurassic Park theme, and finally, Ain’t Too Proud To Beg by the Temptations. 

The two of you were conspiring against Joel for weeks now, planning the surprise for him and practicing whenever you got the chance. 

You had a sneaking suspicion that he and Ellie were hiding something from you, too. Ellie was far too giddy when she saw the two of you together. She lingered a little too long after dinner, or when you were sleeping over, or when you’d planned a day to spend together.

If Ellie had one fault, it was that she was awful at keeping secrets.

After inviting you out on a horse ride through the outskirts of the perimeters of Jackson, Joel took a detour. He went northward, through the green woods and out into a clearing, and you were soon back at the white farmhouse. 

It looked the same, aside from a little more wear on the outside from this year’s harsh winter and wet spring. The roof was still caving in and the doorway was still open. The ivy was thriving, twisting up towards the peak where the sun had worn away at the crisp white paint.

“You wanna see the inside?” Joel asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“Is it safe?”

“I’m here, ain’t I?”

He helped you slide off the back of the mare, your hand slid instinctively into his as you walked up to the wrap around porch. Inside, the interior was fitted with dark hardwood and floral wallpaper that had started to fade and peel. In the front sitting room, the sun had bleached the upholstered arm chairs and faded the photos on the wall. Still, it was beautifully preserved, clear that this place was home to a lifetime of memories.

The breeze blowing in through the front door was warm as Joel took both of your hands into his. He was slightly tanned now, and patches of his salt and pepper hair looked more caramel. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when you looked at him– he was gorgeous, and you loved him, and he was yours.

“I know I can’t give you this,” he started quietly. “I wish I could, baby. I would if I could.”

“I’d never ask you for this, Joel,” you countered.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re sweet and you never ask for things, not even if you wanted to.” He brought up a hand to brush your hair behind your ears. He always said he liked it when it was out of the way, because he liked seeing your face. “I’m wanna ask you for somethin’, though”

“Okay, shoot.”

“I want you to move in. With us. Me and Ellie. Before you–”

“Joel–”

“–she really looks up to you, you’re good for her. It’d mean somethin’ to her, and to me. I know, I know, I’ve asked you a hundred times, but I’m askin’ for real this time,” he said, cutting you off once and for all.

“It wasn’t real all those other times?” You looked at him with a smile. “What would we be then, if we lived together? What would you call me?”

His partner. His wife? Just his, maybe. 

You looked away from him for a moment, watching the sunlight as it poured through the windows and highlighted everything in orange. The shelves propped up against the walls were lined with books and picture frames and knicknacks. There was still a throw blanket draped over the couch. People had built a life here, and were likely forced to abandon it all. 

When you looked back, Joel was reaching into his pocket to pull out something that was small and caught in the light. It was thin and shiny gold, a ring with three symmetric diamonds set into the band. He took your hand, dirt under your clipped fingernails and all, and slid it onto your ring finger. 

“I’m not askin’ you to marry me. We can call it that, if that means anythin’ to you. I just want to give you somethin’ nice. A nice life where I can keep you safe. We can paint the house, fix it up inside a little. Give you somethin’ like this. I’ll call you anything you want.”

You laughed at the way Joel was dancing around his words, and the way that he continuously fidgeted with the ring on your finger. Always avoiding strings, giving you a way out before you even had the chance to get a word in. You wished you had found a way in all this time to make him understand your commitment to him, without a ring or a pretty house or any of it. 

You just rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed him. His hands found the small of your waist and you melted into each other with a familiar rhythm. Light was striking your eyes as you pulled back, and you nodded.

A life. A nice one. Yes. A thousand times yes. 

“A ring and all, hm?” you replied quietly, still wrapped up in him. “Yes. That’s my answer this time.”

He kissed your cheek, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile. “Okay. Okay, good. I love you.”

You leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around you from the side. “I love you, too.”

Again, you stared at the picture frames still hung on the wall. A full family– parents, kids, grandparents, all commemorated permanently in this house. You could have something like this, too. Not everything had come to an end when the world had fallen apart. People persisted. Love, connection, and happiness. It was still here, alive and humming in all of the places you had been.

You realized now, in Joel’s arms, that you had to start from scratch. Build up the beautiful life that was already budding before you. This was something you would fight for. 

-

Fresh white paint slopped messily onto chipped brown walls, Joel in the corner of your eye with paint splattered on his own worn t-shirt.

You heard the sound of his footsteps padded by the sheets on the floor approaching you, even over the music that was flowing from the crank record player in the corner of the room. An old Frank Sinatra: Songs For Swiningin’ Lovers! record was spinning and skipping, songs from forever ago that made your heart feel a little heavier.

He grinned at you as he grabbed your waist, taking the paintbrush you held in your hand and holding it up out of your reach. 

“Hey,” you warned when you broke the kiss, “I’m picking up your slack over here.”

He laughed and swiped his thumb over your cheek. “I see that. Got paint all over your pretty face.”

As you were about to protest, he kissed you again and his hands trailed down to your hips and ass. He tasted like cool silver and sparks of electricity. His beard scratched your face as he started to back you up to the wall. The paintbrush clattered to the floor. 

The two of you had been systematically moving furniture and covering whatever else you could as you started the process of freshening up his and Ellie’s place. Your place, too. You’d all but cleared your own house out, and you felt your lives officially combining. The whole process of knowing Joel had been like passing right through him. Knowing him deeply– the good, the bad, and the ugly– until you could stand on the other side and look him in the eye and say that you loved all of it. 

“You up for a break?” He offered with his mouth ghosting your collar. 

“Painting’s gonna take forever if you keep this up,” you pointed out.

“Not my fault that y’look so damn good in overalls.”

You laughed, and he laughed, and he slung you over his shoulder before you could get another word in to carry you upstairs.

You shed your clothes like a second skin onto the floor, lying bare for each other in the sunlit bedroom you shared. Joel fucked you differently now. There was no desperation, no quickness, no fear that you were going to disappear beneath him. He fucked you sickeningly slow, torturously, like he had realized that it would last a lifetime. A lifetime of feeling you.

His tongue met all of your weak spots while his fingers breached your throbbing entrance. He pumped long, gratuitous beats with his ring and middle finger and you shook as the ridges and years of wear on his hands hit every pressure point that made you feel good. 

Compliments and praise rolled off his tongue and reverberated into your body. Sweet girl. Pretty little thing. Feels good, huh? Beautiful. Tell me you feel good, baby. Just like that. Mine. Mine. 

It felt like he could make you come with his voice alone. 

He liked playing with you, though. Knew intimately how weak he made you. Still, you felt like you could give your most vulnerable self over to him and he would protect it with his life. 

“Joel, Joel– so close–”

He paused his work, meeting your eyes between your parted thighs. “Not yet, darlin’, I’m gonna feel you come. Wanna feel it.”

Tilting your hips up to meet his, he hooked your legs on his shoulders and thrusted methodically inside of you. He stopped every once in a while to tease your clit, still crying for attention, with the wet head of his cock. You moved your hand down to touch yourself, rubbing fast circles against the spot, but he grabbed your hand away and insisted on stimulating you himself.

He treated you too well. Didn’t want you lifting a finger while he was taking care of you. With his free hand he felt you up all over, raising the hairs on your body and making you shiver. He loved watching what he did to you. Loved when you made him feel drunk and desperate. 

The one thing you could give was grabbing his arm as you came, letting him feel your walls convulse and shudder around his cock. That was usually his trigger– he couldn’t stand it much longer as he watched you whine and moan around his name, repeating it over and over like a fiery prayer. 

Oh, Joel. Joel. Joel. Joel. 

Sweating and panting in the small room, already hot from the harsh summer, he laid there quietly with you. You could hear You Make Me Feel So Young still warbling from the record player as you ran your hand up and down his side.

Dark brown lashes met his skin as his eyes slipped shut. You couldn’t tell if he was getting old fast or just getting more comfortable with you, because it seemed like he was falling asleep next to you every chance he got.

You were glad. Setting all of your happiness and contentment being with him, you were glad that you made him feel safe– to watch those walls that he’d built up so high and impenetrable to slowly drop since you’d met him.

You propped yourself up to lean over and kiss the bridge of his nose. “Was this your plan all along? Tire both of us out so you had an excuse to stop painting for the day?”

He cracked an eye open, a smile spreading on his face. “M’not tired. You paint all you want, baby, I could watch you all day.”

“Mhm, making me do all the work, as per usual.” You shut your eyes and dropped your head against his chest.

“You’re too young to complain. I’m too old.”

“Not too old to fuck me like that, though?”

He laughed in a way that told you he was also rolling his eyes. “Never too old for that.”

“Touché, Miller.”

Your breathing started to even out and your skin felt temperate from the sun breaking through the curtains. Joel’s arms were firmly tucked around you and it almost felt like an instinct. He protected you, even if you didn’t want him to. Took care of you when he didn’t have to. Loved you just because he could. 

You let him. You could live a million more days like this.

-

You painted more walls, filled old cracks, broke a pipe or two in the process. Joel was always there to fix things. It was messy and far from a perfect renovation, but it was home and that was enough. 

Your personal passion project, however, was fixing up the backyard. With the lawn mowed and overgrown weeds under control, you were determined to start a garden. You picked a six by three patch of land towards the back, adjacent to the huge bur oak that provided a nice radius of shade for half the day until the sun shifted. 

Joel had built the wooden perimeter for you and you had nurtured the rest. All it took was a morning of ripping up grass and a few seed packets from the town’s garden, and your plants were already starting to breach the soil and bloom. On a particularly warm afternoon, watering can in hand, you were worried that the zucchini was going to overtake the whole thing.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ellie slide out of the back door and stomp over to the shade of the oak tree, promptly laying down on the cool grass with a groan. Her hair, usually tied back in a practical ponytail, was sprawled out on the ground beneath her head.

Wordlessly, you dropped the watering can and sank down a few feet away, facing her. 

“What’s up with you, kid?”

She huffed again, covering her eyes with her forearms. “My hair’s too fucking long,” she said at last. “Making everything hot. I wish I was bald.”

You laughed. “I’ll shave it off, if you want.”

She lifted her arm slightly to look over at you. “It’d look sick, right?”

“Yeah. Super metal,” you agreed. “You’d still be pretty bald by wintertime, though.”

 She only groaned at that revelation.

“Do you know how to braid?” You asked, lying down on your back. The tree was rustling in the wind and the gaps in the leaves allowed thin beams of light through. 

“Like, a regular braid? Kinda… falls out, though. Then I have to care about it.”

“French braids, then? The kind that goes up your whole head?”

“It’d look stupid,” she concluded. “I’m not seven.”

“No, c’mon. It’ll stay in for a few days, too. If it’s out of your face, you won’t even have to think about it.”

She sat up this time, running her fingers back and forth through the grass. “I don’t know how.”

“I’ll show you. Go get a brush and some hair ties.”

With simply surviving being Ellie’s number one priority for so long, you doubted she had ever put much mental energy into caring about how she looked. A hairstyle and clothes were surely an afterthought when living to see the next day had been so uncertain. But she was a teenage girl who had been at a comfortable distance from death for a while now, and she deserved to feel good about herself. Pretty, even.

So the two of you sat, her sat criss-crossed in front of you as you got to work on parting her hair into two and weaving tight plaits into each side. You tried to be as precise and methodical as possible without pulling too hard or making her sit there for too long. Her hair was long, thick and slightly wavy in the humidity. 

You put both hands on her shoulders when you were done, admiring your work. “Better? Turn, let me see the front.”

She did as she was told, smoothing her hands over the braids that sat on her shoulders. “Yeah, this is better.”

“You look beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck off.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” You tilted your head and smiled at her. “If you like it, I’ll show you how to do it on yourself.”

She shrugged as she stood up, taking the brush and comb from your hands. “Dunno. Ponytails are like, a billion times easier.”

“If you say so.” You caught her wrist before she could turn to walk away. “Offer still stands. I’m always here for… girl stuff. I know a lot more about some things than Joel. Okay?”

“Yeah, girl stuff. Hair and periods and shit. Got it. Thanks.” She waved you off dismissively. 

“I’m serious. Just know that,” you called after her.

“I heard you!” She yelled back, already halfway across the lawn.

Joel came home later than expected that night, long after the two of you had eaten dinner. He was half expecting you and Ellie to be in bed by then, so it came as a surprise when he shut the front door and heard back and forth bickering mixed with tearful laughter pouring out of Ellie’s bedroom.

Quietly, he made his way upstairs, lingering by her door that was slightly ajar. Warm, pink light seeped out of the space along with the familiar sound of her giggle.

With a fistful of your hair in her hand, trying and failing at her attempt to create a presentable french braid, you were winded from laughter.

“For how awful this looks, Ellie, I don’t know how you’re managing to scalp me.”

“I’m doing it like you showed me! Grab a chunk from here, put it together, put it over the middle. Chunk, together, middle. Chunk–”

She yanked on a thick strand of hair. “Jesus, ow.”

“Shut up, it looks great.”

Holding up a mirror to your hair, you shook your head.“It looks like I got in a fight with a rabid animal and lost.”

Ellie laughed again, her grip going weak as she flopped backwards onto her bed. Shaking out the rest of your hair, Joel watched you lay down next to her, trying to catch your breath as you wiped tears from your eyes. You looked at each other in the dim pink light, twin grins on your faces.

“Do you regret your offer now?” Ellie asked.

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

Joel pressed himself up against the wall in the hallway, smiling to himself. Things were so bad for so long. When things are bad enough for long enough, you think it’ll stay that way forever. You think it’ll never be good again. You think you’ve changed for the worse.

Joel often discounted himself, thinking that all that bad had done something irreversible to him– an insidious, evergreen thing that he wouldn’t be able to tear out of himself. 

But you– Ellie– his girls, you washed that away in him every new day with you. Soothed burns from a lifetime ago, siphoned out poison that felt like it had eroded him entirely. Things could still be good. He could be good for the two of you, at least. 

With time, everything heals. He was sure of it.

-

The only thing missing from your new home was a piano.

It was the last thing to move, and it took you, Joel, Tommy, and a few passersbys who were tired of watching the three of you struggle to carry it just a few houses down the street.

You were heartbroken when the move had thrown it badly out of tune. You could play, but you were hardly a professional, and you were at a loss as to how one was supposed to tune an 88-key piano. 

Joel watched you sit in front of it, hands steepled in front of your face after you had attempted to transpose a few songs you knew into something that sounded mildly similar, but it was no use. 

He put a hand on your back as you stabbed the keyboard in a few more places, fingers moving fluidly as you played different scales. The sound was twingy and grating.

“It’s alright, hon. We’ll fix it,” he murmured.

“It was already old to begin with. I should’ve known. You’d have to take the whole face off, tune each one… and with what, a wrench? I don’t even know what it’s supposed to sound like.”

Joel was quiet for a while, inspecting the front panel of the instrument as you continued to play out of tune melodies. “I’m pretty handy, ain’t I? It’s not rocket science. You know what it’s supposed to sound like, c’mon now. You know the thing like the back of your hand.”

When you didn’t respond, Joel left the room. You dropped your forehead onto the keyboard, cringing when it made a loud, angry sound. Maybe this was a sign. You should never have disturbed it. You had this one perfect thing, this piano that had fallen right into your lap when you had moved to Jackson. It had changed everything. It made you feel human again. It felt like a sign from the universe, one that reaffirmed the creeping fear that you could only have so many good things and that you certainly never deserved them all.

Joel pulled you from your stupor when he sat down on the bench next to you. He had a screwdriver in hand, silently putting himself to work on revealing the hammers and the pin block. You didn’t lift your head from your hands until he started tapping on middle C, then crudely turning the tuning pin with a striking wrench until the sound was clear and in tune.

“Stop, stop, don’t touch it– that's it,” you said with your hand on his wrist.

He nodded, and you weren’t even sure he recognized the wave of relief that washed over your expression. He just went onto the next, D, until you signaled for him to stop when you heard the correct sound.

Joel sat with you for hours as the two of you worked on it. You took over after a while, making him play different chords on his guitar to ensure the sounds were matching up on the black and white keys together. You were almost certainly driving the neighbors insane, hitting the same notes over and over again until muscle memory kicked in and it sounded like it was right.

It was an amateur's job, undoubtedly. Any trained musician would probably be horrified by your heavy handedness, your unreliable ear for the notes, Joel’s corroboration on the guitar– it wasn’t perfect. To you, though, it was. By the time you had adjusted every tuning pin, it sounded better than it ever had before.

Tired and driven a little crazy from the incessant noise, you and Joel sank down into the couch. The main panel still needed to be reattached, the floor cleaned from loose sheet music and tools, but it didn’t matter. He wrapped his left arm around you like he always did, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

“Told you,” he chided. 

“Thank you. I love you.”

You dropped your head into the warm crook of his neck, and he didn’t say anything back. He didn’t have to. He’d been telling you he loved you for the past three hours, in his own secret language that enveloped you and hummed quietly in the air. I’d do anything for you, it said, whether it be peeling your orange or fixing your old piano or falling on his own sword. For you, I would. I would I would I would.

“Don’t have to thank me, m’just glad you’re happy.”

You didn’t have much left to repay him with. You don’t think you’d ever be out of debt with him, for giving you everything. You would have to make it up to him. 

-

With your piano renewed and that nagging empty feeling confidently shut out of your head, you and Ellie practiced together like mad. She was insistent on rehearsing the songs she had picked for her recital until they were entirely flawless. 

You forced her to set a date to show Joel out of fear that she’d never come to a point where she felt satisfied with herself. He went out with Tommy that day, promising he’d bring something back for the two of you, which signaled that he would be gone for the afternoon and into the evening.

You braided Ellie’s hair, fixed up your new home together, and taught her how to bow at the end of her very informal performance. She was refreshingly giddy and excited, telling you over and over again how surprised Joel would be. 

“He already knows you’re good, hon,” you reminded her.

“Yeah, but I’m like super fucking good now. Bet he doesn’t know what my dainty little lady fingers can do.”

You laughed, pulled her in close to your side, and agreed before she asked to practice one more time before he got home.

When you heard him at the door that remained permanently unlocked, you were in the middle of dragging two chairs from the kitchen into the living room to position by the piano. You greeted him, and he kissed you long and slow, grabbing you from behind.

“You look nice. Really pretty, darlin’. Why’re all the lights off? Am I forgetting somethin’?” He said, a hint of concern in his low voice.

You shook your head and pulled yourself away from him. “No. We have a surprise for you,” you revealed. “Go up and change into something nice. We’ll be down here.”

You could see the gears turning in Joel’s mind, leafing through his recollection of birthdays and anniversaries and any other thing he could think of that would warrant a surprise.

“Everything’s fine, Joel. Better than fine. Good. It’s just us.”

He put his hands up in surrender before disappearing up the stairs. 

You sat next to Ellie on the piano bench, wrapping both of her hands up in yours. A single, loose french braid ran down her head and spilled over onto her shoulder. A few stubborn flyaways curled up around her temple and framed her face. 

“You look perfect. You’ll be great. It’s Joel, anyway, you could play Baa Baa Black Sheep and he’d give you a standing ovation.” You smiled.

She nodded, smiling alongside you. “Yeah, I know.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, so you pulled her into a long hug before letting them fall. The universe worked in funny ways, you thought. You had Ellie to thank for bringing Joel here, and Maria for forcing her into trivial music lessons after music had become little more than obsolete after the world had come to a screeching halt.

But mostly, you wanted to thank her for showing her so much good. For reminding you that some things, the most important things, never really did fade.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Yeah… you’re welcome. For whatever I did.”

Joel came down the stairs slowly, evident that he was tired and his right side was bothering him again. He had a hand on the healed scar on his abdomen when he entered the living room, dressed in fresh jeans and a green button down.

“Surprise!” Ellie exclaimed. “You have to listen to my ‘recital.’ Just sit back and enjoy, old man.” She grinned.

“Oh man, this is a surprise. Y’all should’ve told me about this,” he said, making his way over to one of the kitchen chairs that were placed a few feet away from the piano. “I’m all ears. Play away, kiddo.”

You took your seat next to Joel, and he grabbed your hand to squeeze it. When you looked over to him as Ellie played the preamble to Uptown Girl, his eyes were a little shiny. 

She played like a true pianist. You’d heard her set a million times, but the smile on Joel’s face made something heavy and light all at the same time catch in your chest. You couldn’t quite describe the feeling– pride? Contentment? Honest, pure happiness? Whatever it was, it felt good. You felt whole.

Joel couldn’t help but laugh at the 180 switch to the Jurassic Park Theme after giving her raucous applause for the first song. She giggled her way through it, too, and so did you. If she missed a beat or her finger slipped on a key, she just kept playing, nodding along with the fractured beat. 

He was leaning back in his seat when she hit the first few notes of Ain’t Too Proud To Beg, but soon perked up. 

“This is a good one, El. A good one, damn. The Stones covered this one, right?”

“Shut up, I’m concentrating,” she quipped. 

I know you wanna leave me

But I refuse to let you go

If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy

I don’t mind, ‘cause you mean that much to me

You smiled, seizing your opportunity to grab him by the hand and pull him up and out of his seat. He humored you, taking you by the waist to sway around the living room with you.

Now I heard a cryin’ man is half a man

With no sense of pride

But if I have to cry to keep you

I don’t mind weepin’

If it’ll keep you by my side

Your laughter melted and swam in the air along with the music, nearly toppling each other over when he lifted your arm to spin you around. You both sang along with the tune of the music as Ellie played, and she glanced over her shoulder at the two of you with a smile spread wide across her face. 

Ain’t too proud to beg, sweet darlin’

Please don’t leave me girl

Ain’t too proud to plead, baby, baby

Please don’t leave me girl

You pressed your back up against his frontside and he wrapped both arms around you from behind while he swayed along with you. You looked up over your shoulder, and he met you with a sweet kiss.

Both of you applauded wildly when Ellie finished, and she stood up to give a very haphazard bow, as you’d taught her.

“Sit back down, I wanna hear that one again. Man, you’re too good,” Joel said, coming over to her to ruffle the top of her head. “You killed it, darlin’. Keep goin’.”

Going for the encore, you and Joel rocked to the music in each other’s arms. You faced him this time, your arms resting on his shoulders while his found your waist again.

“You did good, baby. This is… I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“She’s here because of you. We both are, if you think about it.”

He nodded, his dark eyes glistening in the light again. “Yeah… don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

You kissed his lips, drawn out and lovingly, smiling against them. “You deserve the world, Joel Miller.”

He laughed quietly as he shook his head, fully pulling you into his arms. He dropped his head onto your shoulder and clung to the fabric of your shirt. “I love you. Just… so much.”

At last, you thought– maybe there was only one universe. Only one life. One chance to cry and sing, to love and be loved, to feel the ground beneath your feet and say I am here for a reason. I can be good. Get better. A hundred thousand days of sun, sleepless nights below heavenly stars, a few more cold winters to get through. I am here with him, in this universe, where we’ve both changed. Been able to know each other. 

You had no clue if you’d get only one or if you’d get ten thousand more. If all of your lives would have Joel in them, finding him as your neighbor or your best friend or as a stranger across an ocean. You hoped you’d always find him, in one way or another. 

But if all you got was this one– just this one hard, beautiful life, one chance to hear the music–

It would be enough for you.

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Pairing ღ Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ღ 5.8k Warnings ღ Swearing, pet names, heavily implied smut, tooth rotting fluff, the two of you are menaces to one another Author's Note ღ I PROMISED YOU GUYS FLUFF - HERE. IS. THE. FLUFF!

There were very few things that brought you as much joy as seeing Bucky smile, but this - this moment would forever be etched as one of your fondest memories, let alone his.

It was a flawless plan. There was no way it would backfire or go wrong. No, it wouldn’t - you had gone over every single step of the plan in your mind and hidden your motivation from the man sleeping beside you quite successfully. It would work.  

Slowly, you turned your head on your soft pillow to look at him sleepily.  

God, he looked so peaceful. The plates on his arm were still while his chest rose and fell with every breath. He was fast asleep - his back and broad shoulders rested against the soft sheets, and the comforter was bunched across his hips.  

While not a religious man, his hair fanned over his pillow like a halo and gave him the illusion of an angel - one that had been cast down from the heavens, just for you. The soft morning light was casted over his face, and it illuminated his cheekbones and soft laugh lines; a sign of just how truly happy he was.  

Bucky looked serene. Peaceful, even. But he was absolutely fucking clueless.  

Today was the day that you would take him shopping.  

Bucky, for all his toughness, masculinity, and continuously evolving taste for the wonders of the modern world - notably his rapidly growing love for movie franchises like Jurassic Park and Lord of the Rings, and heaven forbid music. The poor man almost had an aneurysm the first time you played Nicki Minaj as a joke. His reaction of jumping almost five feet in the air and wrestling with you on the couch to grab your phone and “Turn off that god-awful screeching!” still brought a fond smile to your face every time you thought of it.  

But, with all the modern opportunities that he could seize - shopping was, and always will be, his least favourite thing to do. He hated it.  

Well, some of it. 

“Doll, please, I don’t need another sweater!” Bucky whined from his place on the bed. His head rested on the pillows and his limbs spread out like a starfish, an insolent pout on his lips that rivalled a toddler’s.   

“Yes, you do. Besides,” you chuckled, walking to stand at the end of the bed between his feet. “I need another sweater.” 

A beat of silence passed, then Bucky’s brows rose in realisation. “Wait,” he tilted his head up and found you standing at the end of the bed. He narrowed his eyes at the sly smile on your face. “Oh, no,” he said simply, shaking his head. “Okay, I know what you’re doing.” 

“Do you?” 

“Yeah, I do.” Bucky taunted, his head falling back to rest on the pillow once more. “You want me to get another sweater, so you have another thing to steal from me, ain’t that right?” 

“Me? Steal?” You giggled, and Bucky huffed a laugh. “Alright, if you come with me, I’ll buy you a present.” 

You had never seen Bucky jump up from bed as fast as he did, and the day ended with a very excited Bucky - his selection and haul from Victoria’s Secret second to none. 

However, today was something different. There was a surprise you had in store for him, and you had worked your ass off the previous week to get the house ready for it. Bucky had grilled you behind the intention of flawlessly scrubbing the floors of your small home and tidying away anything small, but you only brushed him off.  

Yesterday, Bucky had even gone to the extent of surprising you to spook some answers from your tightly sealed lips while you went through the linen cupboard, hunting for old towels and washcloths.  

“What are you doin’, doll?” Bucky drawled, smirking at the way you jumped a foot in the air at his sudden appearance. 

“Mind your beeswax,” you sneered half-heartedly, turning to look him in the eye. “You’re such a nosey old man.” 

Bucky’s eyes had darkened at that remark, and you gulped. Slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey, he took one step closer towards you and tilted his head slightly. “Run,” he growled.  

It was the only time Bucky had managed to derail you from your mission, and you had never run so fast in the other direction while cackling; towels strewn in your wake to slow down the wolf on his hunt.  

Last night, Bucky tried again to get an answer.  

The two of you were laid in bed watching the first Jurassic Park for what felt like the thousandth time, and all the hard work throughout the day of carrying out your secretive duties left your back and shoulders sore and stiff.  

You shifted in his arms in an attempt to get comfortable, but a stab of pain made you wince, which, of course, Bucky had noticed. His hands automatically came to rest against your shoulders and worked over the knotted muscle until you sighed contentedly.  

“You gonna tell me now, sweetheart?” Bucky cooed when his thumb hit a particularly sore spot between your shoulders.  

“No,” you mumbled, your resolute answer not shocking him in the slightest. “But please don’t stop, baby.” 

The chuckle that rumbled through Bucky’s chest made you nervous, and your resolve fractured the tiniest bit more when he stopped his ministrations and weaved his arms around your middle, pulling you tightly against his chest that still shook with the ghost of a laugh.  

“I’ll find out one way or another, sweet thing,” Bucky mumbled, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’ll crack.” 

It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.  

The thought alone made your blood run hot and a sly smirk teased at the corner of your lips. Today was finally the big day - a culmination of weeks of secret planning, hiding your scribbled notes of inspiration, and the almost dubious texts and phone calls to the one person who had helped bring this to fruition.   

God, you could not wait to see his face. 

The mattress shifted under your weight when you moved to straddle Bucky’s thighs, your own resting either side of his. “Good morning handsome,” you whispered, and Bucky’s lips twitched into a sleepy smile, his head turning to look at you through half-lidded eyes. 

“Well good morning to you too, sweetheart,” you swore his husky morning voice would be the death of you, “how’d you sleep?”  

You smiled and nodded happily. “Good,” you started, but Bucky interrupted you when his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“C’mere,” he breathed, and you followed the pull of his arms easily, letting your heart flutter in your chest when you finally rested against his own, your forehead tucked against his neck.  

“Are you ready for today?” You asked quietly, running your hand over his left bicep to feel the ridges of the vibranium. Bucky stiffened and you swore you could hear the gears turning over and over in his mind, frantically trying to recall just what on earth you had planned.  

Bucky watched you as you moved your head so you could meet his gaze, and his eyes frantically searched your face for any kind of clue. He hesitated, his mouth opening slightly and closing twice, before he finally spoke. “What did you plan for today, again?”  

The wicked grin on your face as you sat up to rest on your haunches only confused him, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. “Doll, what did you do?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” you soothed, resting a hand on his chest to rub small circles with your thumb. The tone of your voice led him into a false sense of security where his face relaxed for a split second. “I’m just taking you shopp-” 

Bucky groaned loudly, tugging you back down onto his chest and rolled the two of you so you were caged against the mattress. Your squeal of laughter went ignored as he trapped you in place and the weight of him crushed you into the mattress, effectively trapping you in place.  

“Bucky!” You laughed and tried to wriggle free, but Bucky resolutely tucked his head into the crook of your neck so his warm breath would send goosebumps down your spine. Hiccups wracked your frame as you continued to laugh, and he held you tighter. 

“I don’ wanna go,” his muffled voice could barely be heard, “can’t make me.” 

“You’re coming with me, Buck,” you wheezed. 

“No.” He argued, his tone this close to sounding like a tantrum. 

“Yes.” 

“Nuh-uh,” he whispered, shaking his head so his hair would tickle your collarbone. “Nope, not goin’.”  

“Yes. Now get off me, you oaf, and get dressed.” You ordered and you wriggled in his grip. Your impatient tone was not helping an ounce, you realised, when he didn’t even move - as immovable as a statue and just as stubborn as a mule. “Buck, c’mon.” 

“Make me,” Bucky mumbled into your shoulder, his grip not lessening. “What’s in it for me?” 

“I’ll do that thi-”  

It was comical how quickly he released you and rolled onto his side to face you, his face still sporting a pout of resignation while you laughed.  

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, leaning forward so your nose brushed his.   

“Good morning, dragă mea,” Bucky tilted his head and met your lips in a soft kiss. 

You were the first to pull away, and you ignored his quiet whine of protest. “C’mon, time to make breakfast.”  

“Pancakes?” 

“Pancakes,” you assured, smiling over your shoulder - the real mission at the forefront of your mind. Coffee.  

“It’s always pancakes,” you mumbled as you dug through the cupboards. “Such a damn sugar addict.”  

“You know,” you startled at the sound of Bucky’s voice by the bench, and you looked up from the draw where the bowls were kept. Goddamn him and how quiet he was. “You make the best pancakes, sweetheart,” he winked, and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

Breakfast went by in a flurry of pancake batter and coffee, and before long, the two of you were in the entryway of your home, almost ready to leave. It was cold out, so you wore one of his jumpers and a pair of sweats, while he wore his favourite jeans and a hoodie.  

“Have you got everything?” You questioned, pointing at the keys in his hand and then his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.   

“The real question is,” Bucky started, a cheeky smile began to bloom on his lips and lit up his face. You narrowed your eyes, daring him to continue his statement. His smile grew to a full-on shit-eating grin. “Have you got everything?” 

“Hey!” You chided, shoving at his shoulder to get to the door and he laughed. “It was one fucking time, Barnes! Leave me alone,” you grumbled, throwing open the door and storming over to his car.  

It was a long, drawn-out joke, and he took so much pleasure in reminding you of all the times you demanded he turn the car around because you forgot your phone, your purse - even your chapstick one damn time. Of course, it was all in jest, but you revelled in the attention he’d soothe you with.  

Bucky closed the front door and locked it behind him, the car keys bouncing against the plates of his palm as he laughed and gestured with his hands. “It was not just one time!” 

You huffed and reached for the handle of the passenger door. “Just unlock the damn car, please.”  

The chirp of the alarm sounded when the car unlocked and you slipped into the passenger seat, purposefully putting your purse and phone by the shifter. Bucky opened the driver’s door and threw his phone into your lap before sliding in. “We ready-”  

“What?” You asked innocently, looking up from buckling your belt. Bucky was looking at your purse and phone, his expression one of playful annoyance. “What?” You repeated, a small smile creeping on your lips. 

Bucky reached forward and grabbed both your purse and phone in one hand, placing it in your lap. His eyes met yours, and you grinned proudly. “Drama queen,” he stated simply, and you laughed.  

The keys turned in the ignition and the engine rumbled to life, all while Bucky shook his head.  

You held Bucky’s phone in your hand while you fumbled with the glovebox to find the cable to connect a phone to the car stereo, when it suddenly appeared in the corner of your vision. “Passenger is in charge of the tunes, babe,” Bucky said, wiggling his eyebrows when you took the cable. The car began to reverse when his phone lit up with the connection - the photo of the two of you staring back up at you made you smile softly. 

You loved him so much. 

“Damn right she is,” you mumbled, and Bucky laughed, shifting the car back into drive and the purr of the engine turned to a dull roar when Bucky accelerated. 

For the whole drive, Bucky rested his hand on your thigh - only moving it to shift gears and to flip off what he called, in nicer terms, an idiot, when the shopping complex came into view. 

“What are we doin’ here, again?” Bucky huffed as he drove up and down the rows of parks to find one that was close. 

“I have a list and I’m not going to go crazy,” you said, fighting hard against the urge to smirk. Instead, under the guise of helping look for a park, you looked out the window to hide the glee you felt. “I promise.” 

Bucky made a quiet sound of disbelief and continued to drive up and down the rows until finally, he found a park. As you bundled your purse and phone against your chest to get out, Bucky rested his hand against your forearm, making you pause.  

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he laughed, and you just winked.  

You’ll show him.  

The first stop in the mall was Bed Bath & Beyond to get containers - nondescript, easily explained, and easy. A perfect cover. 

Shelves full of crockery and cooking appliances lined the back wall of the homely shop while displays stood in neat rows, and you made a beeline straight to the Tupperware. Bucky followed close behind you, holding your hand with his free one, while the other held a large basket. 

You hummed a tune as you navigated through the maze of displays and shelves, passing by a rack of pots and pans when Bucky came to a sudden halt, the sudden resistance almost making you stumble and trip. “Buck?” 

The sight that you found made you breathless - Bucky was holding a novelty kid frying pan while balancing the basket on his arm, and he was turning it over and over in his hold to inspect it. The pan itself was no bigger than the distance between his wrist and first knuckle.  

It was something you would never tire of - the look of curiosity and intrigue on his face. Every single time he had that expression of wonder and amazement made your heart flutter with happiness.  

Bucky’s curious nature never truly left him. 

“What the hell,” Bucky whispered, turning the pan over once more so the shiny blue enamel reflected the fluorescent lights overhead, “is this? Is it for kids?” 

“Yeah, for those toy kitchens,” you explained, “but this one can actually go over an element.”  

Suddenly, an idea struck you. It was the perfect size for the surprise, and now having seen Bucky so awestruck over such a tiny utensil; him using it for the surprise would surely melt your heart.  

“Put it in the basket, babe,” you insisted, turning before you could see his shocked expression - you half expected him to begin to ask why, until you heard the soft clink of the pan falling to the bottom of the basket. Smiling to yourself, you dragged Bucky onward and towards your intended purchase.  

After a brief argument on who would pay, the two of you finally left the store, Bucky carrying the large bag full of containers, and the smallest frying pan known to man. 

“Doll,” Bucky whined, and you looked at him over your shoulder, brow raised in question. “I’m hungry.” 

“Aw, poor baby. I’ll be quick and then I’ll get you some pizza,” Bucky’s eyes brightened and suddenly he had more pep to his step - which suddenly turned to a scowl and blush at your next whispered words. “Good boy.” 

The next stop was HomeGoods. Bucky tried to pull you back from the pillow shelves, but you were determined. And there was nothing that would stand in the way of a woman on a mission - not even his pleading puppy eyes. 

“No, doll, n- we do not need-” Bucky tried as he grabbed the pillow from under your arm as you moved down the aisle. The glare you sent him would have made any other man buckle under its intensity, but this wasn’t just any man; it was your boyfriend, and your boyfriend knew exactly just how much you love pillows. The perfect scapegoat. “You do not need any more pillows.” 

“Yes, we do, Buck!” You hissed, yanking back the pillow from his grip far too easily. “Besides, if you keep this up, you’ll need them for the couch.” 

Bucky let out a low whistle and held a hand over his heart. “You wound me, sweetheart,” his voice was pained, but you just poked your tongue out and continued to peruse the shelves. Subdued and silent, Bucky followed.  

Once you were finished, the two of you walked hand in hand from the shop with large flat pillows under your arms and smaller round ones bunched into a bag that you held in your free hand. “We need a cart, hang on,” Bucky said, pulling you towards an abandoned cart by an empty chair. It was a relief to finally have your arms free and you walked beside Bucky, directing him towards the food court.  

The food court was bathed in natural light from the large, glass dome. Bucky’s favourite vendor was set up in the middle of a mass of chairs and tables, and when he looked up from handing a customer a hot dog, he smiled knowingly.  

Your plan was unfurling perfectly.  

“Buck,” you started as you turned to lean into his side, and he looked down at you, his eyes bright in the natural light. “I want you to wait here for me when we get your food, okay? Can I please have the keys?” 

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “But-” 

“No buts, baby,” you interrupted, “just trust me. Promise?”  

Bucky stared at you, searching again for any clue on what the hell you were up to, but you held your hand up with a pinky outstretched. It was a sure way to abate his suspicion, if only for a moment. He hesitated for only a second before his pinky met yours. “Thanks, handsome.” 

When you reached the front of the line and Bucky reached for his wallet, the vendor met your gaze and winked. You mouthed thank you and turned to kiss Bucky on the cheek. He smiled and moved the cart so you could manoeuvre it towards the exit, pillows and bags almost bulging out from the sides. The car keys jingled in your hand when you took them from his outstretched hand, and then you were on your way. 

“Behave, please!” Bucky called after you, and you only smirked before flipping him off. 

It felt deceptive to have planned this down to the very letter behind his back, but it would be so worth it - and you knew he loved surprises, to a degree, anyway.  

After you reached out to the vendor on social media and he recognised you, he had blessedly offered to help keep Bucky busy while you were in the final motions of your plan and while you exited the mall, you looked over your shoulder to see him offering Bucky several slices of New York-style pizza.  

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was not one to pass up pizza, so there he sat with a smile on his face and all the slices piled on a large plate, tapping on his phone when you felt yours vibrate in your purse. 

My Soldier 🖤: where are you going 🤔 

The quick reply of just enjoy your pizza, baby, seemed to placate him and you stepped out onto the pavement and headed towards his car.  

First step: put all the bags and pillows in the trunk and grab the plain black bag to put all your new purchases in it.  

There was no way in hell that you would get away with walking back to meet Bucky with a bag plastered with the logo of the store you intended to visit - he would immediately know something was up. At least, this way, you could delay the inevitable and distract him by kissing his lips, nose, or cheeks. Anywhere socially acceptable, really. 

Bucky could never focus with your lips on him. 

The chirp of the alarm rang out and you placed the bags into the trunk to grab the bag tucked under the organiser. “Let’s hope this works.” 

Your phone vibrated again, and you almost flipped it onto mute when until you saw who had texted you - it was your best friend. 

My Bitch: she’s settling in so well! look at her! 

A photo was attached, and you couldn’t help the gasp that left you. She was perfect. 

You: thanks babe! he still has no clue, well I hope so anyway. headed to the shop now, see you soon! 

With something akin to childish glee, you headed straight for the store that would hold all of what you would need. The blue cat and red dog looked down upon you as you entered and you grinned - soon, it was almost time. 

The feline section was to the side of the store, and you made a beeline towards it, entirely unprepared for how overwhelming it was - collars and harnesses lined one half of the shelf, while the other half displayed sweaters and bells. On the opposite side, there were bowls of all sizes and beds big enough for even you to curl up on. “Damn, cats really are royalty,” you muttered, chuckling to yourself when you felt the soft plushness of the beds between your fingers. 

“Hello, there!” A happy voice chirped from behind you, and you jumped. It was a store clerk, and he had the widest smile and the kindest vibe. The name tag on his chest read Connor. “Do you need any help?” 

“I just picked out a kitten for my boyfriend and she’s only small,” you started as you gestured towards the collars and vests. “She’s 12 weeks old, but I don’t know what to get her.” It was true - you had spent days, weeks, researching how to care for a kitten and you had that down pat, but when it came to picking accessories out for her, all bets were off. 

Connor chuckled and moved past you to grab one of the smallest collars and vests. They were light blue, an icy hue you knew all too well.  

Exactly like Bucky’s. 

“How about this one, there’s other colours too if you would li-” 

“No, no, that one is perfect, thank you,” you rushed, smiling as Connor passed them over and you placed them into the bag. Connor then moved towards the beds, but you stopped him. “I’m actually here with him, and it’s meant to be a surprise,” you emphasised, and he grinned.  

“Understood. How about bowls and food?” 

“Food is taken care of, I just need bowls,” you assured, and Connor pulled down a set of bowls the exact same colour as the collar and vest.  

“How about these?” 

You smiled widely and eagerly took them from Connor’s hand when he offered them. “Perfect.” 

Connor had waved you out the door, his grin almost matching yours. You could not wait to get home. 

The walk back to the food court was quick, and you kept the bag carefully closed as you approached Bucky from behind. He was still seated in the food court and his plate was empty. 

“Babe,” Bucky smiled, his expression turning from happy to suspicious in the blink of an eye. “What have you been up to?” 

“Nothing,” you said sweetly, and he turned to look at you, his brows pinched in the way you knew meant he was watching and waiting for any sign of weakness. His eyes quickly glanced down to the closed bag on your arm. “Take me home?” 

“No,” Bucky countered, his tone clipped in the way you knew you were in for it tonight. He looked up from the bag and stared into your face once again. “Tell me what you’ve been doin’.” 

The coy smirk you gave him only made his scowl deepen, and you shuffled so you stood at his side. Leaning in close, you placed a hand high up on his thigh for balance, and your lips brushed his ear. “Make me.” 

And you ran.  

People watched you as you ran past them, cackling heartily and barely able to run straight while you repeatedly glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky stalking after you. He looked every bit the predator that he was - the lion had found the lamb.  

Oh, you were screwed. 

“Call my boyfriend!” You yelled through your laughter. Bucky’s loud boots hit the tiled floor of the mall with loud thumps as he sped up his pace. Bursting through the doors, you ran out to the pavement where the people on the sidewalk stared at you in pure bewilderment.  

Bucky was almost on your heels, so you ran faster, the bag on your arm swinging with every stride.  

No matter how hard you tried, you could not stop laughing. 

“I am your boyfriend!” Bucky barked after you, his stride now lengthening to catch up as you ran onto the road, where, thankfully, no cars were driving back and forth. You knew he could catch you without breaking a sweat thanks to that damn serum, but he loved the chase just as much as the victory. “Babe, slow down!” 

“No, you’re not!” You shouted over your shoulder. The car was within reach, you were almost there - almost safe. 

But, laughing had winded you, and you slowed a fraction. That proved to be deadly.  

Bucky’s chest collided with your back and you let out a cry of protest when he lifted you over his shoulder. The new view of his ass in those jeans made it all worth it. You wiggled the arm not holding the bag free and reached down to grab his left ass cheek and he jumped.  

“Mine!” You yelled in victory. 

“You are impossible,” Bucky grunted as he placed you on your feet by the passenger door of his car. “Absolutely impossible.” 

“You love it.” 

The pair of you slid into the car and Bucky started the journey home, occasionally sparing a glance at the bag by your feet in the footwell. “What’s in there?” 

“Don’t you worry your pretty head over it, babe.”  

“Pretty?” Bucky trailed off, feigning shock. You laughed and turned to face him as much as the seatbelt allowed. 

“Very,” you reached over to poke his cheek, “pretty.” 

The drive home was short and when you saw your best friend’s car parked in the driveway behind yours you could not help the grin that burst free. It’s time. 

“What’s she doin’?” Bucky sounded somewhat disappointed that you two wouldn’t be alone. “I thought she’d be at work.” 

“Oh!” You feigned innocence, or ignorance - whichever would work. “I asked her to stop by and drop something off, she might have just finished her shift.” 

She had not just finished work - she had spent the entire time that you kept Bucky busy at the mall unloading her car of the kitten food, cat tree, and bed you had brought the previous week and set it all up inside.  

“You owe me several shouts, babe,” she said breathlessly when you walked into her apartment laden with bags of food, kicking the box that held the cat tree along.  

“I know, I know, I will pay you back. I promise.” 

Bucky looked slightly crestfallen when he parked the car in the driveway and killed the engine. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m sure she won’t stay long,” you whispered as you grabbed his hand.  

A little white lie never hurt anybody. 

“You head on in and say hi,” Bucky said as he stood from the driver’s seat, stretching with a loud groan. “I’ll be right there.” The loud pop of the boot latch was your cue, and you didn’t linger, only just stopping yourself from jogging to the door - you had to play it cool.  

The door unlocked with a quiet click, and you called out into your home as the door opened. “Hello!”  

Your best friend, the angel that helped you pull this whole thing off, came around the corner with a small bundle of white fur in her arms. “He’s coming, hide, quick!” You hissed, gesturing down the hallway hurriedly, Bucky was almost done grabbing your haul from the trunk. “Bathroom, go, go, go!” 

Thankfully, your best friend had hidden all evidence that she was even here with a kitten well - the tree was in the laundry as you had planned, all of the kitten’s toys were hidden in a container on the bookshelf, with all that was left of what she needed was the bag on your arm. 

The kitten’s bed was in plain sight on the lounge room floor, right where Bucky could, and would, see it. Just as you had planned. Quickly, you stepped into the kitchen and placed the bag on the kitchen counter and angled it so he wouldn’t see its contents.  

Just as you took a deep breath to calm your excitement, Bucky’s footsteps came up the entryway. “Where do you want this stuff, doll?” 

“The lounge would be good,” you said over your shoulder, and you could hear his footsteps falter. He had seen the bed. “You all right, Buck?” 

“I-I’m fine,” Bucky walked back into the kitchen to find you staring at him, the glint of mischief no doubt evident and it pulled him up short. “Why is there a bed on the floor? What’s going on?”  

The look of confusion on his face was too cute - it was like when he first discovered a remote, a tiny rectangle of plastic, controlled the TV, but you couldn’t handle holding it in any longer.  

“Not sure, babe, she’s probably in the bathroom,” he stared back at you with narrowed eyes, and you just smiled innocently, acting none-the-wiser. “Go sit in the lounge, I’ll make us coffee.”  

Bucky went with no argument, and you turned to the machine and switched it on, grabbing 3 cups down from the cupboard. “Extra sugar, please,” he called, and you nodded, even though he wouldn’t see. 

The sound of the TV switching on and playing some daytime show gave you a good cover to sneak down the hallway towards the bathroom. “It’s me,” you whispered when you turned the handle. A quiet gasp left your lips before you could stop it upon seeing the kitten in her arms. “Oh, she is gorgeous!” 

Her fur was like the softest sherpa, and her eyes were a piercing blue. She was perfect for him. 

“C’mon,” you gestured out the door. “He’s got the TV going, and he’s likely fiddling with the pillows I brought for this little angel.”  

Your best friend laughed and stepped over the threshold, following close behind you as you walked back down the hallway. It was a valiant effort to keep your giggles in at the scene that will unfold in only a moment's time. 

“I found her, babe!” You called as you paused the corner, almost doubled over in a silent fit of laughter.  

“Hey!” Bucky said back, and you chanced a peek to find him in fact fiddling with the tassels of one of the pillows you had brought today, he was entirely distracted. You gestured to your best friend to stay put and you rounded the corner without her. 

Bucky glanced up as you came into view, and he looked confused. “Where is- why are you lookin’ at me like that?” 

“I have a surprise.” 

“She’s not exactly a surprise, babe,” Bucky started, the confusion on his face only deepening to absolute bewilderment. “What’s goin’ on? Am I finally gonna find out what you’ve been plannin’?” 

You nodded and his face brightened. Unable to resist it any longer, you beamed excitedly and sat down beside him.  

“He’s ready!” You called and you heard a giggle from the hallway. 

“Ready for what?” Bucky looked at you almost panic-stricken. “What are you…” 

His voice died in his throat as he looked over to where your best friend stood. The kitten was looking up and over her arm and straight at Bucky, her wide blue eyes boring into his own. 

“Surprise, baby,” you whispered, resting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his forearm.  

Bucky looked back at you and his eyes were wide with shock, amazement, or excitement. You couldn’t tell. “You got me a cat?” 

“I did,” you smiled, moving to cup his face in your hands. “I know how much you loved volunteering at that shelter, and I knew it hurt you to leave them all behind. Now you have your own fluffy baby.” 

It wasn’t very often you would see Bucky cry - he was one to suffer in silence, never truly allowing himself the opportunity to let down his guard just enough. But here he was, looking up to that fluffy little creature as though it hung the moon in the sky, while tears of joy tracked freely down his cheeks. 

Your best friend knelt down and placed the kitten in his arms when it started mewling and shuffling on small stout legs to climb up Bucky’s hoody-clad arm, and she came to rest in the crook of his neck - purring loudly enough it could rattle glass. 

“What are you gonna call her, Buck?” You asked, absolutely enamoured with the sight.  

Bucky sniffled and carefully grabbed the kitten in his hands, bringing her around so he could look into her adorable face. You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks when the kitten reached out one paw, resting it on Bucky’s nose.  

“Oh, my goodness,” your best friend breathed, stepping to the side so she could sit on the chair beside you, her hand resting on your shoulder.  

A beat of silence passed, the loud purr of the kitten the only thing you could hear.  

“Alpine.” Bucky said suddenly, his smile brighter than the stars that glowed at night. He turned to look at you, his eyes still watering from happiness. “I’m gonna call her Alpine.”

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

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A Muggle Tradition (42k, E, Complete) - Multiship Christmas Crack Fic that’s completely PWP

Read for Me (10k, E, One Shot) - Moonwater library Smut

Iron Ambrosia (3.7k, E, One Shot) - Jegulus Hitman AU but make it pure smut

Everything You Wanted (2.1k, E, One Shot) - Jegulus, Bartylus, Sunkiller smut

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