🍾 i am here to request many things, pick however many as you please nena <33 i need grumpy tfatws bucky and grumpy nomad steve taking reader to a cafe and they get a sugar rush so now they have to figure out how to restrain them from running everywhere and bouncing off the walls
aSJKASHKH TIANA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH- this is by far the funniest request i've ever gotten and i'm so here to write for it. thank you so much for the request darling <3 <3 also i’m so sorry its so late u sent this in hours ago
"What the fuck did you give her, Steve?" The blonde had the decency to blush at Bucky's anger, trying to focus his eyes on their girl on the playground.
Yes, the playground. Yes, with the multitude of children with their parents. Y/N had lost all sense of responsibility on her date out with her boys, and with Bucky gone out to find a nearby bathroom, she fiddled her way into having Steve let her get whatever she wanted.
He was a dead man as soon as Bucky left and Y/N took advantage of every bit of his weakness.
"I thought sugar rush was a placebo?" Steve protested weakly, scratching his beard. The brunette ran his hands through his short, fluffy hair roughly, trying his hardest to not pull it out by the roots in frustration. Y/N was conversing with some of the kids, handing them cookies and dragging them to the climbing wall. By her normal self she was difficult to control, with her petulant, child-like behavior and stubborness (both in bed and out), but sugar-high Y/N was a different species. Completely and wholly, her energy after consuming four cups of coffee and the container of sugar (”Really, Steve? That’s not even healthy, how’d she trick you into that?”) radiated through the air like an electric shock, spreading her infectious laughter and buoyancy to everyone who met her. “And it’s not like she’s doing anything that bad, babe, it’s just some cookies she’d handing out to the kids. You see, she’s being kind, not nearly as bad as last time.”
“If you’re comparing this to the last time she got this much sugar in her, you’re setting the bar really fucking low, Stevie,” Bucky nearly growled. He watched and Y/N ran around some more, grimacing when she fell face first into the sand box. “You’ve gotta fix this now, Steve, she’s gonna piss off all the parents and neither of us know how to talk to other adults.”
With a exasperated sigh, he took in what he facing and waltzed over to his girlfriend who was brushing sand off her tongue. She didn’t notice that he was behind her until it was too late, her comical attempts at scrambling away from him completely useless.
“Okay, sweetness, time to go now, show’s all over, honey.” Steve slapped Y/N’s ass and without leaving room for her to protest, he lifted her whole body over his left shoulder, leaving her squealing in anger. Such a scary sight.
“No, I was having fun, Buck never lets me have fun.” She whined into his back. “And Stevie, your shoulder is impaling my fucking stomach. Damn you and your fucking workouts, I hate your muscles.” She continued to groan and moan about being dragged out of the park, waving goodbye every so often when a little kid called her name. She really did fit right in with them.
Bucky trailed behind his two dumbasses with a faint grin. Both of them were in for a big fucking ass-whooping when they got home, but he’d let them enjoy the fun for now.
“You love his muscles, babydoll, both of us do.” He caught up to them in a slow jog. Steve turned his head to meet Bucky’s eye, leaning in for a small peck on the lips. It would’ve turned into something more and they both wanted it to, but then there was Y/N, pounding on Steve’s back with one fist and pinching his ass with the other.
“If you’re gonna fuckin’ make out, as least let your girlfriend in on it too. Greedy ass hoes.”
i present the perfect pairing aka reader who doesn’t take care of themselves (oop it me) and beefy!bonky😌 also hi mal i luv u and also i didn’t sleep last night and it’s currently 10am and i had ice cream for breakfast
jade bestie you needst to get more sleep pls for the love of god. i trade u a fluffy bucky fic in exchange for a solid eight hours of sleep for u
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep. Your muscles screamed in pain with every word you wrote in your full notebook, eyes threatening to shut with every passing moment. Yawns passed through your lips one after the other, and both you and Bucky took notice at your tiredness. The only reason you weren’t in bed sleeping on his chest at the moment was the fact that your body also wouldn’t let you. You promised Sam that you would take notes on the last UN meeting because he missed it, but you zoned out so bad that you had to get the recording to mark everything down efficiently. Your mind raced awake with worry and stress and there was no possibility of moving out of the chair anytime soon. No freaking way.
“Dolly?” Bucky whispered from the end behind you. The only thing he got in response was a low hum. “You coming to bed soon? It’s almost one in the mornin’, darling, you’d do better with some rest.”
Your head nearly hit the desk with how low it hung to the surface and you swiveled around in the leather chair to meet your boyfriend’s puppy dog gaze. You nearly groaned out loud with the sight you were met with. Bucky’s chest was bare, muscular and warm and probably feeling like a damn pillow, and suddenly Sam’s request wasn’t so important anymore....
You hit the arm of the chair, grunting in annoyance when you snapped yourself out of it. You promised Sam. “Sorry, Buck, I need to finish this, there’s still another hour left of the recording and we haven’t even gotten to the panel yet.”
The turn around in your seat made you completely miss Bucky’s quick movements, and before you knew it, he was grabbing you and tossing you on the bed. Before a protest could reach your tongue, he threw a pillow at you, further pressing you down into the matress and- oh, it did feel really nice on your sore back. “No, no, no, you have been at this since dinner finished up, and you only got back from Tanzania this morning. You’re going to rest, if only for a few minutes.”
Bucky stood over you with his arms crossed over his chest, the metal one gleaming in the dim lamplight. There was zero use in arguing with the brickhouse of a man. With a passing sigh, you leaned up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing him onto the bed with you under his weight. A gentle breath slowly left your lips, and you realized just how nice it felt to have his body pressing down on yours for the first time in a very long week.
“Fine, but only for a few minutes.” You grumbled against his throat.
Bucky hummed against your hair, pressing a soft kiss to it as he watched your eyes flutter shut into a blissful sleep. “Of course, darling, only a few minutes.”
can we get some college!bucky? he's really popular and the reader is his shy girlfriend?
YES I LOVE COLLEGE BUCKY AU’s MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OMGOMG LETS DO THIS
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he’s the barista at the coffee shop
of course he fucking is because even though this mans gets into college on a baseball scholarship he still needs to eat
and the second y/n walk into the cafe he is absolutely floored
thus begins this awkward, timid, but nonetheless beautiful relationship
“hi, i’m order, can i get your name?”
and his face just turns firetruck red because this beautiful girl is standing in front of him with the most confused expression on her face
and he’s just thinking well i’ve fucked this up immediately, what else is new, but then in the most quiet of voices he hears “y/n”
his eyes widen by a tenfold and he’s scrambles his dignity together to offer his name in return and the smile on her lips was the prettiest darn sight he ever saw
she had to go to class quickly, and y/n was really upset and worried she wouldn’t get the cute guys number but on her coffee cup in messy scrawl is his phone and a smiley face
y/n calls him right after class, and for their first date he shows up at her dorm room door with a bouquet of flowers and an apology for his awkwardness earlier that morning
she doesn’t mind it tho, it’s her favorite look on him
and so it goes, with dates at a bar back in brooklyn, away from the other students’ hangouts, and quick kisses between classes and many many snack breaks
bucky’s never been slow before, every girl he’s been with has wanted to go fast, but with y/n he feels like her friend before her boyfriend in all honestly
he listens to her rambles about the art class she’s just had and how her art history teacher is an absolute pain in her ass, and she cheers him on during games in the spring, everyone who knows er in the crowd astonished that the quiet art history major has such a damn loud voice
of course there’s the downhills of their relationship too
she despises parties
not like the protaganist in every teen highschool movie ever
the thought of a stuffy, crowded nigt filled room fills her to the absolute brim with anxiety, so much that she can’t move
it takes bucky a while to realize this
because even his twenty year old head can’t get through to the fact that there are some people who simply choose not to go
“c’mon, it’s the last one before the semester is over” “buck, i don’t want to go” “you say that every time? are you scared of the other girls there, they’ve got nothing on you, babydoll”
and y/n is so frustrated that he’s not able to understand, angry at her anxiety for keeping her back through this, because though it’s been years, the amount she tries is just never enough
bucky doesn’t leave that night though
instead he apologizes and reads harry potter at her insistence cuz he never did it as a kid
i love you comes a little into their junior year, about eight months into their relationship
and he’s the first to blurt it out, after they go out on a weekend night picnic and makes love to her by the lake
don’t worry no one was there nor did anyone see them, something y/n made sure of
she sweaty and he’s still breathing hard because jesus she has a lot more stamina than he does, but she’s stroking his hair and singing to him and he just whispers it
y/n is as happy as a clam
her eyes widen and she swears she stops breathing before she’s peppering small kisses all over his face and bucky is giggling while she murmurs the same words across his skin
and they know that through the hard nights and classes and the long long days filled with people they don’t want to talk to, they’ll always have each other
Could you do a super fluffy Bucky x reader fic of Bucky helping the reader with travel anxiety when they're going on a trip together for the sleepover,
oh my goodness of course!!! one of my friends actually has really bad travel anxiety and i’m on the phone with her as i write and she just squealed. let us start with the fluffy goodness
“Doll, are you cold? Take my jacket, you’re just shivering.” Bucky fretted about your health and happiness on the seat to the right of yours. He was sat in the middle of you on the commercial flight to Kyoto, right next to an old lady who hadn’t moved in the thirty minutes you waited for the plane to take off. Maybe she was dead.
Oh shit, that just made that dreadful feeling in your gut even worse.
You shrugged off Bucky’s leather jacket from where he tried to place it over your shoulders and attempted to still your shaking hands. It probably would have been a good idea to tell Bucky about your fear of flying earlier, but wouldn’t that just be inconsiderate to his experiences? Your boyfriend had fought in fucking World War II and lived more than one hundred years, not to mention the fact that he was an Avenger. And you? You worked as a preschool teacher with a backstory of a stable income and sheltered childhood. It was laughable how different the two of you were.
Still, it as near impossible to stop your racing heart that was threatening to leap out of your chest, and blood roared in your ears with the scent of that airplane air invading your nostrils. You hadn’t been on a plane in, what, ten years? Maybe even more, but you had steeled your nerves weeks beforehand when Bucky told you he’d scored tickets out to Japan, somewhere you’d always wanted to go. Interesting how having to actually be on the plane slipped your mind, and you scolded yourself internally for your lack of preparation, because now you were next to your supersoldier boyfriend who was wondering why the hell you look like you were going to pass out.
The plane jerked. You screamed.
There were no sounds for what seemed like minutes and your view was just a block of white fuzziness. You didn’t hear Bucky’s callings or the flight attendant asking you if you were okay, nor did you feel his hands resting on your forearms. All you knew in your mind was that you were in danger, and hot tears began to spill down your cheeks with your silent whimpers.
You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, not that you cared in the moment anyways, but by the time your vision came around, the whole plane seemed to have its eyes on you and you wanted to scream. Bucky saw the imminent fear in your eyes, how you cowered in your seat and how your chest rapidly heaved. He glared at everyone over your seats, his icy cold stare immediately finding everyone else minding their own business.
When he was satisfied with what he saw, he pulled your head into his chest, resting his lips on your hairline. “What happened there, bub, are you okay?”
You sniffled into his shirt, trying to not let your tears stain the thin material. “I feel like a piece of shit,” you whispered, “I’m scared of traveling, it’s so fucking dumb. I always feel like the apartment’s gonna get robbed, or I’m gonna die outta state, or the plane’ll crash and we’ll all have to live Lord of the Flies style.”
Bucky laughed at your joke, kissing your head with a grin. Yeah, you had gotten James Barnes to read Lord of the Flies. Call him whipped, but he’d drop anything and everything for you.
“That’s not dumb at all, doll, I just wish you would’ve told me before. I don’t wanna go if it doesn’t make you feel good.”
“No, no, I wanna go to Japan, it’s just,” you struggled to come up with words, “I hate the journey, but love the destination. Pretty much the opposite of that old proverb.”
He chuckled along with you, and your heart felt a little lighter when you smiled. “Gotta agree with you, sometimes the journey fucking sucks ass. But really, we don’t have to go if you’re feeling anxious, doll, I just wanna be wherever you’re happy and safe.”
“I wanna go,” he eyes you wearily, “I promise. Just- could you call Wanda to check up the apartment every few days?”
“Of course, bub, whatever you want.” He kissed your head one more time before whipping out his phone and texting the redhead. You grabbed his vibranium arm and he caught your eyes with a smile. You were happy when you were with him.
Sam in that suit is giving me mob vibes and I can’t stop thinking about mob!sam trying to deal with you, whose been a current pain in his ass but it’s like a game you both play👀
holy SHIT you’re absolutely right oh my god you have implanted this idea in my head and here’s a small little bit but now i’m inspired to write mob!sam jfc
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“I’ve been looking for you all night, Wilson, we need to talk.”
Sam’s lips curled into a smirk around the cigarette he balanced delicately between his teeth, his eyes moving to gaze out of the window from his lap. Y/N’s heavy breathing indicated that she had run up to his office, the sound of her gun sheathing back into the back pocket making him nearly laugh. He’s heard the gunshots from down the hall, at least three of his men were dead, but he didn’t care.
He had her exactly where he wanted her.
Slowly, like a damn Disney villain, he turned his worn, leather chair to where his nemesis of a mobster stood, chest heaving noticeably through the tight button down shirt she wore and a high heel missing on her right foot. There was a bloodied coat hanging from her right arm, and she chucked it at him with a glare, the red barely making a stain on the maroon suit he wore.
“Glad you could finally make it, honey, I was just about to get the gin, you want some?”
Y/N’s face heated up, most definitely not from hearing her former pet name, but from anger of everything she’d suffered through due to Sam’s childishness. “Drop the fucking niceties, Sam, ‘m not fucking dumb. I know your men took my Sydney import, Odinson confirmed he saw Barnes’ ugly mug himself.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I did it all just to see your pretty little face again, Y/N-”
Y/N crawled over the desk, slipping a knife from beneath her skirt and placing the blade against Sam’s neck. Her unspoken threat didn’t elicit the reaction she was expecting, the man currently at her mercy choosing to laugh. His movement caused the knife to nick his throat, creating a bead of blood to dribble down under his shirt collar that she tried so hard to ignore.
“You are such a fucking child, Wilson, taking my shit, teaming up with T’Challa- You did all of this just to get my attention? Well, you did a mighty fine job, now give me my fucking money back. There’s a reason we didn’t work out, and it’s because you’re so damn immature.” Y/N withdrew her knife from his neck, sitting back up until Sam yanked her hair back towards him, his enraged face touching noses with hers.
“You were the one that ran out on me, honey, that’s why we didn’t ‘work out’.” he seethed. “Don’t get come back here with your demands, you don’t fucking get to make any.”
Sam’s hand moved from the back of her neck down to beneath her parted legs on the table, sliding the skirt up as he cupped her cunt. Y/N’s breathing stilled, her heartbeat pounding mercilessly in her ribcage as she tried to stop the slick from running down her thighs.
But it was too late.
Her damp panties only made her former lover smile wider, and this time, she knew it wouldn’t be like before. His eyes darkened with something feral, lust that made his soul transcend to a throne of absolute hell.
Y/N knew what was coming when he pulled his hand back, yet she still moaned in pleasure as his palm hit her clit over the panties she wore.
“Oh, honey, you’re gonna have to do a lot more than beg to get what you want.”
For the requests. Maybe a drabble with Bucky x friend!reader going post holiday shopping because of all the sales, like all cute and fluffy, and Bucky even caves to try on ugly Christmas sweaters. (And reader sneaks a peek at the size that fits him so she’ll know for next Christmas.)
OOH YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I LIVE IN THE HOLIDAY SEASON MENTALLY 24/7 SO IM VERY HAPPY! hope you enjoy this darling💖
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bucky’s so confused
he’s literally never been so confused in his entire life
“you just got presents yesterday, why are you going shopping for more stuff today?”
and you have to explain that that is the reasoning that shit is lower priced the day after christmas
so finally he lets you force him out of bed to get dressed and eat breakfast
but he insists on stopping at starbucks along the way
that man can throw down a scalding hot venti caramel macchiato like its nothing
but after three of those fucking drinks he finds parking (it took a long, long thirty minutes to find a space for the car and he swears he’s never going in one again) at madison square and the two of you are off around the city
macy’s a big place for you, and bucky’s amazed, let me tell you, absolutely astounded with how amazing it is on the inside. he never got to go inside it as a kid because steve and him looked to “scruffy”
“you know, they were just renovating this building when i was eleven. i was alive while they constructed this building” “that’s very interesting, sir, but could you please keep moving? we have other customers to attend to”
and you’re just laughing as he grumbles about how he’s a “goddamn senior citizen, they could show a bit more respect”
there’s tons of little stores that you’ve never bothered to look in, little homemade trades and craftswork but now that you have bucky with you, of course you have to take him with you
“oh, buck, look it’s a little baby beanie!” “sweetheart, you don’t even have a child” “bitch, i could have a child” “...” “i’m sorry”
but you hit the real jackpot inside of buybuy Baby
“NO!” “BUCKY THEY HAVE MATCHING ONES FOR THE ADULTS AND THE BABIES WITH SNOWMEN STOP RUNNING AWAY YOU HAVE THE CART”
how bucky should have known better, you always get what you want
and you spend seventy dollars buying four matching christmas jumpers
he’s groaning and whining like one of the babies in the store, but inside he knows he’s succumb to your every wish
plus he has to admit that the sweater makes him look good and he most definitely did not miss your eyes lingering on his chest for a bit too long
he has to say though, his favortite part of the shopping trip was accidently stumbling into a vintage clothing store
then it was you who was being pushed into the dressing room with swing dresses and pencil skirts and stockings
boy, does he get flustered as hell when you come out of the room looking ready to dance
so naturally he grabs your hands and starts swinging you around the carpet outside the fitting room
and the old couple who own the store can’t even find it in themselves to tell you it’s past closing time because you’re just so damn adorable
he whips out his debit card (because sam is terrified that he’s gonna get a credit card number stolen because he’s a literal grandpa) and buys you all of the dresses
which is six
overboard? yes, absolutely.
“buck, this is so many, when am i gonna wear them?” “when do you think, doll? when i take you dancing, of course”
he has never been more grateful for y/n’s shopping tendencies in his entire life
i’m sorry i got carried away im on colectif right now looking at swing dresses and i’m *this* close to buying one
what about sam and a reader that's v into birthdays and makes his a v big deal
YES A REQUEST FOR BABY BOY!! his birthday is in septamber and ive dedicated his birthday song to be septeember by earth, wind, and fire (also mackie loves that song sm). also the reader is a little organized and ooc, im so sorry but this pair was a little too cute to not write. thanks for the request babes, i hope you enjoy!!
Sam hadn’t commented when Y/N woke him up to a blowjob. He was a little too busy moaning like a pornstar and trying not to come in seconds, but her wake up present was certainly far from unwelcome. Then came the balloons and cake for breakfast in bed, leading to two solid rounds of sex that were both invigorating and exhausting all the same. Then he walked out ass-naked to the bathroom, only to be greeted by his sister, her nephews, and his brother-in-law all singing happy birthday to him, until they realized his state of undress. The mood was a bit ruined after his nephews saw his naked body and while he was more than happy to see them, Cass and A.J. were probably scarred for life.
But when he was fully dressed in his evergreen henley and ready to celebrate with his family and girlfriend, he was in for the biggest surprise of his life. The apartment he shared with his girlfriend was normally organized. It was the only way Y/N would be able to function without worry, and their simplistic system of living made sure that both of them were comfortable. Their walls were painted a simple dove grey, only few framed photos of friends and graduations pinned to the walls in chestnut wood borders. Their furniture was color-coordinated and all the same material, same metal, same brand, just so everything was matching. Sam had lived in messy chaos his whole life, and it took a while to get used to Y/N’s cleansliness and chores, but he grew used to it with ease.
So it was worrisome, more than troubling, to see his living room in complete disarray, green and purple streamers dangling from every inch of the ceiling and confetti littering the floor. The table was set with a hot pink tablecloth, rainbow plates and cutlery lining every side of it. He could appreciate the whole aesthetic of the celebration, but it was so incredibly far off Y/N’s normal one. The strangest thing about the setup, however, was probably the fourteen children milling around the cramped space, grabbing drinks out of his fridge and setting up instruments in an arranged arch in front of the television. There was no question, it was the whole ass Baton Rouge Youth Orchestra.
“Hey, man, are you Sam Wilson?” A short kid, probably around ten or eleven years old, dressed up in a tuxedo tapped on his shoulder from behind, and Sam had to fight the urge to not scream.
Calming his nerves, he answered despite the fact that his confused heart wastrying to run out of his ribcage. “Yeah, um, yes, that’s me. On another note, could you possibly tell me what the hell is going on right now?”
“Happy birthday, Sammy!” Y/N and Bucky ran to him the kitchen, huge smiles on their faces. The brunette man immediately pulled him into a noogie with a nearly inaudible I deserve this and his girlfriend started to press kisses all over his face. The pair of them made quick eye contact with a mischeivious twinkle in their eyes, right before yelling, “Surprise!”
Pushing Bucky away from him with a punch to his gut (”Oh fuck you, Wilson,”), he glanced around the room again. It was just a fever dream to him. Hepinched his forearm just to make sure, and when he realized he wasn’t he faced his smiling girlfriend with wide, crazed eyes. “Hey, baby,” Sam whispered, “can I talk to you real quick?”
Y/N hummed, showing no hint to her emotion but a raised brow as she straightened a little girl’s tie (seriously, where the hell were they coming from?). She trailed behind him to the couch where she stood over him, staring down into his deep brown, very, very confused eyes. “What’s all this? There’s a group of kids- oh my God, did you kidnap them?”
She chuckled leaning down to press a kiss to his adorable expression, which would be describes as nothing other than “lost puppy”. “It’s your birthday, you wanted to celebrate, didn’t you? I mean, I got the orchestra from up north to play the Rocky score, because you love it so much, and I brought up Sarah and Buck, and your nephews are gonna take you out to paintball later-” A thought seemed to intrude her rambling, and he could visibly see the moment when. “Oh no, do you not like it? Because I can call the whole thing off, I’ll tell the kids you had a heart attack or something because this is your day, we can just go out with-”
“No, no, honey, that’s not necessary, don’t worry. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate,” he gestured to the entire table setup and live band, “this, but why’d you do so much? You would hate getting anything this extravagant for yourself, you’ve told me yourself, but here you are kidnapping kids from the city and ruining your monochrome aesthetic.”
“Well, I may not like big events or lots of people or a wholeass symphony playing the Rocky original picture score,” he laughed, “but I do love you a lot.” Sam circled his arms around her waist and she repositioned herself to straddle him. “I’m not sure if I show my emotions correctly all the time, Sammy, and I just wanted to show you that I do pay attention to you, and I care about you more than anything else in the world. I’m just not sure how to portray my love in the best way.”
“You don’t have to do all this to show me that you love me, baby,” he cooed. His finger inched its way under her chin, lifting her face up so that he could see her shy eyes and little grin. “I can tell everyday, with your little alarms that you set for me to wake up to, and when you make that good kind of pizza- what is it called again?”
“It’s just pizza with three types of cheese, babe, it doesn’t have a special name.” Y/N chuckled with an eye roll.
“Well, whatever it is,” Sam nudged his nose into hers, making her give him that wide grin he fell in love with, “I already know you love me, you never have to prove it with anything. And no arguments, but I love you twice as much, if not more. Thank you for everything, baby, I truly love it all.”
The ochestra had finished setting up, the players tuning their instruments while A.J. and Cass watched in amazement. Sarah and Bucky held onto each other dearly, watching the whole room with a look of satisfaction on their faces. Sam was home, he had his family, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and an entire orchestra playing the Rocky soundtrack.
What about (for seb/bucky/lance/chris- whichever works for you) the first time the seb character and reader are celebrating her birthday together. And the seb character goes overboard because she has never had someone spoil, or make her feel so loved and important, in a relationship before. Thanks!
IM SORRY IMMA HAVE TO WRITE CARTER FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT BOY IS GONNA BE SPOILING YN LIKE A FUCKING PRINESS
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“just a few more steps, beautiful, ooh, watch your step.” “i can’t very well watch what I can’t see, baizen.”
he rolls his eyes as he covers her eyes, leading her through their shared penthouse of six months but he’s no less excited for y/n to see what he set up for her
“alright, princess, open your eyes”
and she gasps so loud
he’s literally turned their living room into a palace
it’s been redone completely, velvet upon velvet furniture and gold inlays into the fireplace below the television
candles, vanilla of course, are scattered around the room and there’s a wholeass fur rug on the ground that he’s got planned for later... activities, yes, we’ll say that
soon enough there’s a double layered pearl necklace surrounding her neck and here eyes are widening because holy shit this has to cost more than a year’s paycheck for her
even after two years she’s adamant to accepting his gifts because she feels absolutely astonished still that he was born and raised on the upper east side with affluence and had somehow allowed a girl of her “lowly brooklyn status” (dan’s words not hers) into his life
but, as if he can read her mind, immediately pins her arms by her sides before she can remove and return it
“lemme spoil you on your birthday, gorgeous, you deserve it”
but JESUS CHRIST this man is an absolute romantic
like the absolute lovesick fool he is he’s created a little map of their relationship, an entire wall dedicated to gold glittery ribbon connecting the locations and pictures pointing out his favorite parts of their relationship
and y/n is at a loss of word so she cried instead
no guy has ever made her feel special
except for carter
he’s dedicated every second of his life since he started dating her to making sure that she felt loved
and damn if she knew well enough that that man would lift the skies for her
“i’ve got a bottle of pommery on the rack if you wanna put that to use” and she just grins cheekily at the suggestive expression on her boyfriend’s face
and they’re doing it in front of the fireplace and it’s slow and sweet and he’s uttering words of absolute adoration in her ear
when they’re absolutely spent she just snuggles up close to his chest as he strokes her hair and runs his fingers up and down her back
“marry me”
and she stares at him with those innocent eyes of hers, the eyes that had pulled him to her when they first met, and she’s nearly whispering “what”
and he’s smiling, oh god nothing has been as big as his smile whe he asks her again, but that might change when she says “yes”
