The reader works at the Hard Deck and knows the Squad very well.
She likes Jake but is not sure if he likes her because he always flirts with other women. But one time he sees that the reader has a really unfriendly customer so he helps her and invites her to hang with them.
The others love them together and help Jake to Impress her by flying with her and a cute date :)
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8: “Did you eat all of those cookies?”
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You'd worked hard making the Christmas cookies to take to your class party tomorrow. Your mom had helped bake them and bought you the supplies to decorate.
"Alright, let's let them set out so the cookies can cool and then we can decorate them." Your mom smiles, placing them next to the stove.
"Can we go finish the movie now?" You ask, happily.
She laughs and nods, "Let's do it!"
You excitedly clap your hands, running to the living room where the two of you cuddle on the couch and finish the movie.
Dean and Sam both are rambunctious as they enter the house. typical brother behavior.
"boys! settle down before you break something." Your mom calls out.
"sorry Mom." they say in unison.
Soon after the movie finishes. "can I decorate the cookies now?" you ask.
She nods, "should have had plenty of time to cool down."
When you run into the kitchen your heart breaks at the sight. Sam and Dean are sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. the plate of cookies in front of them, nearly empty.
Your bottom lip quivers, "Did you eat all of those cookies?"
"Oh no.." your mom says as she enters the kitchen, "Boys!" she scolds.
Sam slowly puts the cookie down, his mouth full, "were we not allowed too?" He sees the tears in your eyes and immediately feels horrible.
"can't leave food unattended." says dean, mouth full of cookie.
"I hate you!" You cry out before running upstairs to your room.
Sam looks apologetically at your mom, "What did we do?"
She sighs, "Those were the cookies for her party tomorrow. We were going to decorate them." She heads to the pantry, seeing what ingredients she has to remake more.
"Oh no." Sam groans, "we didn't know!"
"they were really good." says dean.
"I don't have enough sugar or flour to make another batch," She says with hands on her hips, standing in the pantry.
Sam is already grabbing his keys, "I'll go don't worry mom." He comes by and kisses her cheek on the way out.
~
You don't leave your room the rest of the evening. Sam goes to the store, gathering the ingredients needed and his mom helps him remake the cookies. Letting them cool on the plate, he takes the stairs up to your room, knocking softly.
"Y/n?" He asks.
"go away! I don't ever want to talk to you again!"
He sighs, "please open the door? I have a surprise..."
There's a moment of silence and he thinks you're ignoring him. But before he knows it, you've opened the door.
He's holding the tray of cookies, "I made you more... they're cool enough to decorate." He gives you a soft smile, holding the tray toward you as a peace offering.
"thank you sam!" You say, wrapping your arms around his hips.
"I'm sorry I ate your cookies. I didn't know."
"It's okay.. I'm sorry I said I hate you." you pout, "I don't really hate you."
He chuckles, "I know. you were angry. and rightfully so." He motions toward the stairs with his head, "let's go decorate some cookies."
He sits at the table with you, helping you decorate. He smacks dean's hand away from the platter when he goes for a cookie.
"Ow..." dean says, rubbing his hand.
"These are for her party tomorrow. Mom made you an extra batch next to the stove." says sam.
"oh sweet." Dean says, eyes lighting up at the sight.
"I think this one turned out pretty good." You say, holding one up, "it looks like a stocking!"
"Mine looks like a snow man." says sam, showing you his with a smile.
You giggle, "maybe a melted snow man..."
~
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the Mission | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader
Summary: You and Rooster have been together for years. When your dad pulled his Naval Academy papers, setting him back 4 years, it drove a wedge between you, your father and Rooster. However, when the time comes for a dangerous mission. You come to your dad begging for help.
A/N: brainstormed this idea last night laying in bed while watching top gun maverick! I hope you guys enjoy. also, I know outsiders wouldn't know anything about what happens, but for the sake of the story, it's not illegal lol
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There had been a wedge between you, your dad and Rooster ever since he found out your dad, Pete Maverick Mitchell, had pulled his academy papers, setting him back 4 years.
You and rooster had been dating since you were 16, friends longer than that. It was a betrayal when your dad pulled the papers. You and Rooster moved away from your home town, going nearly no contact with your dad and family for a couple years. Both of you were devastated, but rooster couldn't look past the fact, maverick was holding him back from what he wanted to do the most. His dream of becoming a fighter pilot just as his dad and maverick did. Behind the scenes, you didn't know that Rooster's mom had begged Maverick to not allow it, hold him back, do anything you could to deter him she told Maverick.
Eventually, you'd called your dad, given updates here and there though, behind Rooster's back. It was your dad, you couldn't completely shut him out of your life.
When Rooster graduated from Top Gun and pulled back for a mission, he was over the moon. the best of the best were being called back to top gun.
Rooster sits on the stool, you standing between his legs as he nurses a beer. The rest of the squad had arrived, anxious but now ecstatic to see its people they've flown with in the past.
"Question is, who are they going to get to teach us?" Hangman asks.
You slightly stiffen, taking a sip of your beer, knowing only a couple days ago who would be teaching them. No one other than your dad.
Rooster out of habit, rubs a hand along your side, resting on your hip. He can feel you tense beneath him, giving you a subtle squeeze, "You okay?" He says into your hair.
You nod, "I'm fine."
You can't help but be nervous, especially for Rooster and his safety. You knew enough of how the navy worked, that it had to be something dangerous if they were pulling the best out of top gun to complete this mission. You'd been with Rooster nearly your whole life and the thought of any harm or even death would destroy you.
You subconsciously lean closer into Rooster, saying a silent prayer for his safety.
~
"Did you know?!" Rooster enters your apartment, fuming. "Did you know he was going to be teaching?"
You turn from your place at the stove, you had just put dinner on to cook, "Rooster I-"
"So you did know." He shakes his head in disbelief, tossing his bag on the floor, "How could you have not told me? I had to walk in there blind sided."
"I'm sorry, rooster. He told me a couple days ago..."
"This is something that you should have told me, y/n. Now, I know for sure I'm not going on this mission. He's never going to allow me to go because there's a high risk, no one makes it out. It's like my navy papers all over again." He says before slamming the bedroom door shut.
High risk? No one makes it out? Your mind is reeling at the new information about this mission. You knew deep down that would end up being the case. Now you knew, you couldn't let Rooster go.
~
You barely slept a wink last night. Your mind wouldn't stop thinking about the mission and losing rooster. You arrive at the base shortly after the start of training. Your dad was walking back from the jets after flying with Hangman, phoenix and Bob.
Hondo approaches him, "Your daughter's here."
"is she okay?" Maverick frowns, "she never-we haven't seen each other.."
"I know." Honda says, "she needs to speak with you asap. says it's urgent. and Rooster can't know."
Maverick heads to his office, where you're sat waiting. Pacing the floor. You'd seen through the blinds, Rooster in his gear heading toward his jet to complete his checks.
When he enters the room, he's taken aback by your appearance. You look rough, like you hadn't slept at all and your mind hasn't stopped, your fingers playing with your shirt as you're unable to keep still.
"Dad."
He can see you were already on the brink of tears, but as soon as you utter out those words, the flood gates open.
"oh baby.." He gathers you in his arms as you sob. "What is going on? what's the matter?" He pulls back to cup your face, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.
"You can't let him go."
"What? Can't let who go where?" He asks in confusion, leading you both to the couch to have a seat.
"Bradley.. you can't let him go on this mission." You say, taking his hands in yours, pleading. "There's a chance no one comes back..." You shake your head at the thought, "Please you have to do something, don't let him go."
Maverick sighs, "sweetheart..."
"Dad, I've never asked for anything. I'm begging you. I can't lose him like Carole did with Goose." You place a hand over your heart, the thought making your chest hurt. You can feel the panic attack rising, soon to be out of your control.
"You gotta breath..." Maverick runs his hands along your arms in a calming manner, "You're getting yourself all worked up."
You smack his hands away, standing in anger, "no! you don't understand. I can't do this without him." You turn back toward him, "please, don't let him go."
Maverick stands, "I'll do what I can." He holds your arms once more, "Okay? I'll do my best."
You nod with a sniffle. Your dad pulls you into his arms, chin on your head. "I'll do my best." he whispers again.
~
Maverick is torn.
"If I let him fly, he could die. and my daughter will never forgive me. Probably will never speak to me again if something happens to him. If I don't let him fly, he will never forgive me." He tells Hondo.
Hondo gives him a supportive shoulder squeeze, "sounds like you have a decision to make."
"Oh, thanks for the advice."
"Hey, this isn't my decision to make." Hondo defends, "this is yours." He exits the room, closing the door behind him.
~
Rooster is sitting at the table in one of the common rooms on base when Maverick walks in. Rooster didn't have a good flight today, him and maverick going at each other, flying too close to the hard deck.
"That was reckless today." Maverick scolds, "you could have gotten us both killed."
Rooster doesn't say a word, clenching his fists in his lap, avoiding his gaze.
"You can't-"
(Noted, this next part of the story is directly quoted from Top Gun Maverick - not my work)
Rooster suddenly stands, facing Maverick, "why did you pull my papers at the academy?" He takes a couple steps toward him, an angry finger pointed in his direction, "why did you stand in my way?!"
"Because you weren't ready!" Maverick defends.
"for what?" He taunts, a couple more steps toward maverick,"Huh? fly like you?"
"No ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don't think just do. You think up there and you're dead. Believe me." says Maverick.
"My dad believed in you. I'm not going to make the same mistake." Rooster turns to leave when Maverick stops him grip on his bicep.
"Y/n came to me a couple days ago. She nearly had a panic attack thinking she would lose you to this mission. What am I to do rooster? If I let you go on this mission and something happens to you, y/n.." he sighs, hanging his head a bit, "she'd never forgive me." He glances back up at Rooster, "but if I stand in your way, you will never forgive me."
"She came to you? She hasn't said-" He thinks back to these last few days with you. You'd shown no amount of emotion or worry about the mission. Sure, you'd voiced your concerns but nothing like you'd go behind his back to keep him from going.
"She begged me to not allow you to go Rooster. she said she can't lose you like your mom lost your dad. What am I supposed to do here? I'm between a rock and a hard place."
Bradley runs a hand through his hair, "I'll talk to her. Maybe I can ease her mind some. I didn't realize she was so worried.."
~
You're seated on the couch when he arrives home that night. "hey."
"Hey baby." He drops his bag at the door, coming to greet you with a kiss.
"What's wrong?" You ask, "You've got that look on your face." Pausing your show you turn to face him as he sits next to you.
"I talked to your dad today."
You let out a soft laugh, "yeah I figured, he's your teacher."
"He told me you came to see him a few days ago."
Your smile fades, "Oh."
He takes your hands in his, "baby why didn't you tell me how worried you were? You've been putting up this wall. I had no idea how you were feeling."
You shrug, "I didn't want to worry you," tears brim your eyes, "you were so excited for this opportunity. I couldn't let my fears stand in your way."
"baby.." He says softly, holding you in his arms, "you have to talk to me about this. You can't bottle it up. I know it's scary but it has to be done. This mission needs its best and I know I can do it." He pulls back from your hug, to cradle your head in his hands, wiping the stray tears off your cheeks, "I'm going to be fine."
You sniffle with a nod, leaning back into his chest, "I can't do this without you, Bradley."
his arms tighten around you, "You won't," He whispers into your hair, not only trying to convince himself, but also you.
~
It was the day of the mission. Your dad had pulled a lot of strings and managed to get you on the ship so you would be there when the plan was executed and completed. and deep down, in case anything would happen.
Maverick was also named the wing leader, which you and Maverick both were grateful for so he could keep an eye on Rooster, especially when he named him one of his pairs.
It's tense on ship as the pilots make their way to their jets. You hug your dad first, "I love you."
He squeezes back, "I love you too."
Pulling back the two of you share a smile and he kisses your forehead, "He'll be okay."
You nod before letting him go, Rooster approaching. You hug him, the thought of this being the last moment with him.
His large arms envelop you, soaking in the moment with you. "I love you."
You try not to cry, staying strong, but the tears are on the brim. You pull back to hold his face in your hands, studying every aspect of his face in case- "I love you."
"I'll be fine. alright? It will be over and I'll be back to annoy you before you even realize it." He cracks a joke, earning a soft smile out of you.
"Come back to me, Bradley." You beg, "I can't live without you." You'd lived a life with him, longer than without him.
Leaning down the two of you share a passionate kiss, before he has to let you go. He cradles your face with his hands once more, doing the same thing you'd only done moments ago, studying the aspect of your face. He wanted to remember every detail.
You manage to stay strong, heading toward Hondo to watch as the jets take off and the possibility that was their last.
~
You weren't in the controls room, but had waited anxiously on the deck of the ship for their return.
You could hear them before you could see them. Two of the four jets had returned. Your heart dropped as you ran down the stairs and toward them. It was Phoenix and Bob stepping out of one. The other was fanboy and payback. Their faces were drooped in sadness as if the weight of the world was on their shoulders.
They'd already seen you as you approached, slowly, like someone was chipping away at your heart with each step. Your dad and Bradley, both hadn't returned. It only meant one thing.
Phoenix was tearful, "I'm so sorry." she choked out.
Your heart shattered. You let out a gut wrenching scream, breaking everyone's hearts at the sound of true heart break. Losing one person is hard enough, but two?
"no no no..." you sobbed as your knees buckled, hitting the floor. You can't comprehend what's happened. Your worst fears have come true and your nightmare has began.
Bob sits in the floor next to you, holding you.
"Oh god," You sob, hand gripping at your chest. The pain is unbearable. How are you to live this life without not only your dad but now without Bradley? Your best friend. Your whole world. There isn't a moment in your life where Bradley isn't there next to you.
Phoenix is on your other side, holding you. she's sobbing right next to you. Payback and Fanboy have taken a knee near you, heads bowed.
Hangman begins to exit his aircraft to come comfort you, before he's given new instructions. His jet takes off.
~
The minutes feel like years. Your entire world had turned upside down only moments ago. Bob and Phoenix are still holding you. Fanboy and Payback are sitting nearby, shedding their own tears for their friend.
First it's hangman's jet that returns to the ship. And then another arrives. It's captured everyone's attention.
Bob and Phoenix help you stand, walking with you toward the jets. People all around it are cheering.
Your dad is the first who steps down. You find your feet moving before you know it, running toward him. "Dad!"
He catches you, "Hey sweetheart." He says into your hair, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
"You're alive." You sob, "You're alive."
"I'm here." He pulls back, tears in his eyes, he holds your face in his hands. Suddenly you're this little girl again. "I love you."
"Bradley-" You choke out.
Before he can answer, Bradley has stepped down, standing behind the two of you, "Told you I would be back to annoy you." He has a smile on his face, his hands held out to his sides. He has a few cuts on his face, but ultimately looks unharmed.
You cry out, leaping into his arms.
He grunts at the impact, catching you in his arms, "hi, baby."
"I thought you were dead-"
"Couldn't leave my best girl." He pulls back just enough from you to look down at you, arms still wrapped around you. "I had to see that pretty face one more time."
~
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i saw your post about the holiday asks so i was wondering of you could do a Sam Winchester & little sister winchester (i imagined a younger reader, like 10 or younger, but she can be older if thats more comfortable for you!) with prompt 8: “Did you eat all of those cookies?”
just lots of giggles and winchester silliness and cuteness :33
thank ya so much! take care :)
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That is so cute! Love this idea ❤️
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6. “Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.”
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You stopped wrapping presents and paused the movie, thinking you heard a knock on your apartment door. You frowned, checking the time, it was 6pm on Christmas Eve. Who would be here at this hour? Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks?
*knock* no that was for sure a knock on the door. You groaned as you got off the floor, wrapping Christmas presents for the last two hours on a hardwood floor? Not good for your back. Doing a quick stretch and twist you tiptoed carefully over the wrapping paper and presents.
"I'm coming!" You called out as the knock was heard again. Peeking through the peep hole, the last person you expected to see was Bucky Barnes.
"Bucky, what you doing here?" You ask as you open the door. He's standing in his jeans and a coat, some strays of the snowfall outside, slowly melting on his hair and jacket.
He's holding what looks like case files, "hey, these are those old case files you wanted?"
You let out a soft laugh, "Bucky... I didn't need them on Christmas Eve. It could have waited."
He shrugs, "I didn't know.. I found them and decided to bring them by." he smiles sheepishly, handing over the files. "anyways, goodnight and Merry Christmas."
You frowned as he turned to leave, "Bucky wait," You knew it had been hard for him these last few months, trying to figure out where he belongs in life. Everyone he loved or cared about was gone. "Don't you have any plans? it's Christmas Eve..."
He stuck his hands in his coat pocket, shrugging with a small chuckle, "ah no. I'll probably just stop by that Chinese place on 9th. watch some dumb Christmas movie on TV and head to bed."
“Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.”
"no I couldn't intrude-you've probably got friends or family-"
You reach out to grab his hand, "No one here tonight. Just me, some gift wrapping and a dumb Christmas movie on the TV." You tease with a gentle tug of his hand, "Please stay?"
He ends up helping you wrap the rest of your gifts, which he's surprisingly very talented at. You two order Chinese take out, watch another movie and even bake Christmas cookies, the ones already pre done with the Christmas tree in the middle.
In the morning when you leave to head to your parent's house, it doesn't take much convincing for Bucky to tag along. This was the first time he felt like he belonged somewhere, feeling like a normal human. Plus, your nephews loved him and your grandma could not stop staring.
~
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The reader (a bit younger - 28) is friends with the Squad and everybody but her notices Jake is in love with her, because of his paßt she doesn't think he finds her attractive 🫣
So they make a plan :)
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Requested by anon/ Summary: Everybody but you notices that Jake is in love with you. But you're in denial, you're not his type. The squad de
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You arrived at the Hard Deck a little after 8. You were late, the confirmed meet up time was 7pm. You'd texted Phoenix to let her know you were running late, but on the way.
During the time you were late, the rest of the crew had gathered a table and pool table, along with drinks while they waiting for your arrival.
Jake on the other hand was a bit pre occupied. His eyes going to the door each time someone walked in and it chimed.
"dude, chill. she'll be here soon." Fanboy joked, grabbing Jake's shoulders.
"I wasn't-that wasn't what I was doing-" He tries to defend, but his squad sees right through it.
"he's down bad for that girl." Rooster joked, break shooting. the balls scattered across the pool table, a solid going in the cup.
"I don't know why he doesn't just tell her the truth. He's had eyes on her since she started hanging out with us." Payback adds.
"She told us she wouldn't date fighter pilots. remember?" Hangman says, "She told us that when fanboy here tried to make a move on her." Hangman teases, fingers grasping at Fanboy's shoulders, making him wince, "So what's the point?"
Phoenix approaches the boys at the pool table, "She's on her way, hangman. You can stop worrying." She takes a seat at the high top, "she ran late at work."
"Now stop pining and come play pool." Payback says, "Your turn to shoot."
~
"I am so sorry I'm late!" You say rushing to their table and slipping your jacket off, "Work was a mess. There was this paperwork that wasn't sent and-" You hand the jacket on the back of the chair next to phoenix, "It needed to be done by tomorrow. it was just a shit show."
"Well, we're just glad you made it." Phoenix says, giving you a hug.
"hangman here has been waiting for you." Rooster teases.
"he's been watching the door ever since 7pm." Fanboy adds.
both boys earn a elbow to the stomach from Hangman. "They're both liars." he says as he approaches you, giving you a hug, "glad you could make it."
You catch a whiff of his after shave and feel a little weak in the knees. How does he always smell so good? It makes you want to curl into him and stay with him all day.
You shake the thoughts from your mind. You aren't his type.
"I need a drink," You say.
Phoenix is already handing you a shot, "bottoms up. it's the weekend."
"to the weekend." You cheers, clinking your glass against hers before taking the shot.
~
You all are seated around the high top table, empty shot glasses line the table. Probably one too many for all of you.
"I'm gonna go take a leak." Hangman announces with a burp.
"oh gross!"
"hangman!"
You scrunch up your nose, "excuse you!"
He chuckles, stepping off the hightop chair, his hand on your back, "excuse me."
You both share a smile and he winks as he leaves you at the table. The rest of the squad are immediately on you.
"He is down so bad for you." Phoenix says.
"no seriously so bad. He watched the door like a hawk after we got here. waiting for you." says Payback.
"it's sad really." says rooster.
"Guys come on, no he's not." you shake your head, sipping on some water, "he's one of my best friends. and I'm seriously not his type. I've heard of his past relationships and I'm nothing like those girls." You motion down your body, "nor do I have the body type of those girls!"
Phoenix groans, "Y/n! he's so in love with you it is sickening. You're the only person sitting at this table who doesn't see it."
The rest of the table nods in agreement. You shake your head, "you guys are seeing things. If he was into me he would have said something by now. I've been friends with you guys for what? 4 years now?"
"our points exactly. He said earlier he hasn't tried anything because you told us you wouldn't date anyone after fanboy tried to get with you that night at phoenix's house?" Rooster says. "So he doesn't think he has a chance."
"I only said that because I didn't want to make things weird between everyone." You say, "I mean he's hot don't get me wrong, but you guys are seeing it all wrong. He's not in love with me. I'm not his type."
It's not long before Rooster cracks a plan, smirking he points at you, "we're going to show you how much he likes you. trust me."
"Oh god." You groan, face palming, "leave it be!"
The rest of the squad hear of Rooster's plan, deciding it's the perfect plan and how to see it through.
~
It was the night of the navy ball. You weren't a part of the squad, however, Phoenix had been able to get you a ticket to come. hangman was unaware of this.
You and phoenix spent the evening getting dolled up, a beautiful dress that you paid way too much for and a couple pre party drinks to help calm your nerves.
"the boys will be here in the limo soon. they said they'd be by at 6!" phoenix calls out to you. she's in the bathroom slipping on the earrings.
You slip into your dress and shoes, coming out to show her, "Is it too much?"
Phoenix nearly drops her earring down the sink, "damn girl!"
"too much?" you wince.
"it's just enough!" She comes to you, fixing part of your hair, "you look stunning." she smiles, "this is your color for sure."
Not long after that, the boys arrive, awaiting outside the limo. Phoenix comes out first. the boys all knew of your invitation, but Hangman did not. "What are we doing? let's go." Hangman says, opening the limo door.
"wait, I may or may not have brought a friend." She smirks.
You come walking out, looking like a million bucks. The rest of the squad are already whistling and shouting compliments.
Hangman is staring in shock, his mouth slightly agape. He was not expecting the friend to be you.
"god damn." He breaths out as you approach.
"is this okay for tonight?" You ask sheepishly, "Phoenix said it was black tie-"
"You're perfect." He says, "th-the dress. it's perfect." He clears his throat, "shall we go?"
the boys allow you and phoenix in first, giving Hangman shit for his reaction and phoenix is already poking your side when you two sit down, "he was drooling, did you see him!"
You roll your eyes at her, eyes wide as she moves seats, "what are you doing-" you whisper.
"here Hangman you can sit here." she smirks and pats the seat with a wink at you before moving to sit next to fanboy.
He slides into the seat next to you, "I didn't know you were coming tonight."
You nod, "phoenix didn't tell you?"
He shakes his head and clears his throat, adjusting himself as he looks down, catching sight of your cleavage. Be a gentleman. He tells himself, quickly averting his eyes.
You two share a smile and he's thankful for the distraction as Rooster hands out the champagne.
~
The party goes off without a hitch, until after dinner. There's dancing, booze and now a few navy officers have taken a liking to you and Phoenix. One in particular won't leave you alone. and another who noticed right away.
"Looks like Kempshaw is making a move on your girl." says rooster.
Hangman's eyes find you, kempshaw leaning down to say something to you. He watches as you laugh at whatever the dipshit says. His fingers clinch around the glass he's holding.
"careful, don't want to shatter that cup." says payback, smirking over the rim of his cup as he sips.
He's seen guys talk to you before, especially at the Hard Deck, but this, felt different. He felt possessive over you.
"does she look like she needs saving?" He downs the rest of his drink, "I think I saw help on her lips." He sets the drink down, heading immediately toward you.
"There you are, baby." He says as he approaches, his hand possessively slipping around your waist. "I've been looking for you."
You stare up at him, eyes wide, "Oh.. um yeah-"
He looks at Kempshaw, shoulders squared, he gives a warning smile, "Thanks for watching out for my girl, Kempshaw." He squeezes his shoulder a little too tight, that it causes kempshaw to wince.
Hangman guides you back to your table, Phoenix not far behind, a winning smirk on her lips. Her and Rooster make eye contact and she winks, knowing the plan worked.
"Okay what the hell was that?" you ask hangman as you two sit down at the table. "I was having a conversation-"
"You looked un comfortable, thought you might need saving." He shrugged, sipping on his glass of water.
"I was just talking to the guy." You say, beginning to get a little angry that he did interrupt your conversation. You were hoping for a future date with that guy. I mean it wasn't like Hangman would be asking you out any time soon.
"Yeah but he's a tool. I know him. He sleeps around a lot. really not a guy you should be with."
"and maybe I wanted to sleep with him? have some harmless, meaningless sex?" You stand, "if he's not the kind of guy I need to be with, then who is? You?" You leave without another word, walking out of the ballroom. How dare he step in like that? thinking he knows the guy. What does he care? what does it matter either? He's not into you. you're not his type.
You're fuming as you step outside into the chilly California air. You're going to have to call a cab. You all planned to ride the Limo back but now you don't even want to be around the squad, specifically Hangman.
"Y/n! Y/n wait!" Hangman jogs after you.
"I don't want to hear the excuses, Jake. You sleep around with all these other women I don't bat an eye, but as soon as I want to, it's a problem? what kind of fucked up bull shit is that?"
"I don't sleep around! I haven't since I met you." He sighs, "I just play the bad boy type."
You turn around to face him, "what? but you talked about-"
"I dated a few girls. that was it. we never slept together. and it was all for show. I made up a few lies about being with these girls." He runs a hand through his hair, his mind is going a million miles a minute. He's running on adrenaline and ultimately muttering, "fuck it."
Before you can even say another word, his large hands have cradled your face, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. He separates his lips from yours only for a moment, "I only wanted you."
~
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Fucking Billy Hargrove | Steve Harrington x reader
Requested by @jennapancake / Summary: After you start dating Billy, Steve becomes a jealous asshole.
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"Hey, are we still on for our usual Saturday?" Steve asks as he approaches you. You were placing your textbooks back in your locker.
"uh-" You close the locker, smiling sheepishly at him, "I can't"
"What?! Why? You never miss our Saturday movie nights." He frowns, following next to you down the hall. "I thought we were going to rent Star Wars-"
"I know," You groan, "I'm sorry but I have a.."
"Have what?" He raises an eyebrow, "I know you don't have a date, you would have told me if you did-"
You looked up with him, guilt written all over your face, "Steve-" How were you going to tell him?
"Hey doll," Billy Hargrove falls into step with you, an arm wrapping around your shoulder, "Harrington." He greets a grumpy Steve with a signature Billy smile.
"I thought I told you I would meet you at your car." The three of you have stopped in the hallway.
Billy's chewing on some gum and shrugs, "Saw you in the hall and decided to walk you out."
Steve is fuming. "Billy Hargrove? Seriously? You can't be serious."
"Steve I-"
He doesn't let you finish before interrupting, "No. Whatever. Enjoy your date." He grumbles before walking away.
Steve was angry. Angry that you blew him off for a date, a date with no other than Billy Hargrove. You and Steve had been friends for years. You've been on dates before and it's never bothered him in this way.
~
The two of you are seated on his couch in the basement. A movie plays on the TV, popcorn and cokes sitting on the table in front of you.
You'd been on a bad date the night before, the guy was a jerk and the night didn't go well. So, Steve offered for a night in tonight. He could go out another night.
He's seated next to you, a good friendship distance away. His arm on the back of the sofa. He's watching you. Your eyes are on the TV. You begin to laugh at the scene and he finds himself laughing along.
I love this girl. He thinks to himself.
And so begins the every Saturday movie night at Steve's.
~
Well, that explains why he's angry. He thinks to himself, tossing the ball above him. He's laid back in his bed, sulking on a Saturday night. He should be with you but no you're out with Billy Hargrove.
He looks over at the clock on his bedside. It reads 9:48 pm. You're not back yet. It's late and you should be back by now.
He huffs, sitting back up to look out the window, your bedroom light is off, meaning you still aren't home.
"fucking billy Hargrove," he mumbles angrily. He grabs one of his textbooks off the bed, actually starting his homework. He can't believe he's doing homework on a Saturday night.
The clock reads 11:33 pm when he hears a slam of a door and your voice outside. Peeking out his window, he sees you and Billy sharing a kiss against Billy's car. Anger boils inside of him, pushing his window open, "It's 11:33. You're home late," he calls out, breaking the kiss.
You look up at Steve's window, "What the hell, Steve? What are you my dad?"
Steve slams the window closed, shutting his curtains. Fucking Billy Hargrove.
~
"You coming to my game tonight?" Steve asks when he sits next to you in History class.
You pull your books and pencil out of your backpack. "I already have plans."
Steve grips his pencil, don't say it.
"with Billy." You turn to look at him, "You play tomorrow right? I can come to that game."
"you've never missed one of my games before though."
You laugh softly, "Steve it's okay if I miss one game. You guys will still play great and win. It's an easy win tonight against Kemp."
"You're my good luck charm though." He says, "and you've never missed one of my games."
You sigh, "I'm sorry Steve, I'm going out with Billy tonight. He's taking me to see the new-"
"Whatever," he says, interrupting you and turning his attention back to the front as the teacher begins class.
Fucking Billy Hargrove.
~
It's Halloween night and Kelsey Handler is throwing a halloween party at her house.
You and Steve had barely talked all week. He'd been cold and short with you. It was really starting to irritated you. but you could never get an answer of what was bothering him.
The two of you had planned to go together a month ago, but now that you and Billy were together things had changed.
You had heard from another one of your friends that Steve would be going with Chelsea tonight. You couldn't help but feel a little angry and jealous toward them when you saw them that afternoon at school, laughing and cutting up by their lockers. She had that I want to fuck you look in her eyes. and you knew Steve would play right into her little hands.
"What's your problem?" Billy asked as you two got out of his car, heading inside the home.
"Nothing," You mutter.
"you've been kind of bitchy ever since you saw Steve and Chelsea today."
You turn to face him, "No I haven't. I'm fine."
He stops you by grabbing your arm, "Is there something between you and Steve?" He asks, "Steve's been an asshole ever since you and I started dating. you've been bitchy ever since you found out he was coming to this party with Chelsea."
"Billy I said, I'm fine. There's nothing between me and Steve. He's just a friend."
You felt billy's fingers tighten around your arm, "I'm not going to waste my time with you. I have dozens of other girls I could have."
"Ow billy, you're hurting me.." you whimper, grabbing his wrist to try and pull him off you.
Steve came out of no where, pushing Billy hard enough that he let go of your arm. "What the hell?!" called out Billy.
"Steve!" You yelled out in a gasp.
Steve pointed a daring finger at Billy, "You touch her again, I'll kill you."
A crowd had started around you, beginning to chant "fight! Fight! Fight!" That only riled the two boys up even more.
"Go ahead Steve," Billy smirks, opening his arms as if taunting him, "Throw the first punch."
You watch as Steve takes a step, "Steve!" You quickly step in front of him, hand firmly on his chest, "Stop it!" You feel Steve physically calm at your contact.
"I mean it Hargrove, you touch her again, I'll kill you." Steve warns over your shoulder.
Billy lets out a chuckle, "Whatever. I'm done with that whore anyways."
Well, there was no stopping Steve then. He'd move you out of the way and lunged, tackling Billy to the ground. Both had equally enough punches thrown. Blood on fists, bloody noses.
You finally got two of his basketball team mates to pull the two boys apart. dragging Steve outside as you follow behind them.
"Fucking asshole." Steve spits out some blood into the grass, wiping his mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
"me? You're mad at me? for defending you?!" Steve faces you, "He's a dick and the last thing he's gonna do is talk about my girl like that!" He lets it slip before he can stop it.
"M-my best friend. my girl best friend." He stammers, trying to recover, but it was already said.
suddenly it all clicks for you. His jealousy. the way he's acted around you after you and Billy started dating.
"give me your keys." You demand, holding out your hand, "I'm driving us home."
He ultimately gives up the keys, slapping them gently into your hand and following you to the car without another word.
You manage to find a semi clean rag in the back of his car, handing it to him. He sheepishly places the rag to his bleeding nose, muttering a thank you.
It's a silent car ride back to your house. Your parents are home and you really don't want to answer any questions, so you pull into his driveway, knowing the two of you could go in through his basement.
You grab the hide a key and unlock the basement door, heading straight for the bathroom, where you start warming up water and grabbing first aid supplies.
"Sit." You command.
Steve follows, sitting down on the edge of the tub. He removes the rag from his nose, the bleeding stopped. But he's got a busted lip and cut on his cheek.
He winces as you wipe the blood off his lip, "Sorry," you mumble.
He watches you closely as you clean the rest of his wounds, placing a band aid over the cheek.
"There. All done." You throw away the trash and lean against the sink, crossing your arms over your chest.
He slowly stands, towering over you, "What I said earlier..."
"I'm done tip toeing around this. Tell me the truth."
He turns into putty, immediately confessing his feelings toward you, "I love you. I've loved you since you first came over that Saturday after the bad date with Trevor. I had a date that night and I stood her up. You looked so defeated. I couldn't go out with her after that. So we stayed in, watched that stupid movie and ate popcorn and junk food all night. We'd been friends for a while, but I don't know. it was something about that night. It changed for me. I realized I never wanted you to feel that way again. So I've spent every day since then trying to make you laugh or smile."
"Steve.."
"I know I should have said something sooner, but I didn't want to be the one to ruin our friendship. I wasn't sure how you felt about me or if you even reciprocated those feelings." He sighs, starting to walk out of the bathroom, "and now I've messed up, embarrassing myself with you and jealousy toward Billy. You know the truth and probably don't feel the same way-"
Now it all made sense. You grab his arm urging him to stop and face you, "who said I didn't feel the same way?"
Before you know it, the two of you are leaning in for a kiss.
~
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Summary:You and Bucky are best friends and he’s like an uncle to your daughter, maybe even more like a father figure to her. Will your relationship ever be more than friends?
Part 1 | Part 2
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“Bucky please say it.” You plead, hands cupping his cheeks. He could hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. You wanted him to say them, you wanted to hear it. It was the little push he needed to get those three words out.
“I love you.”
~
Your lips captured his. he returned the kiss with just as much passion and hunger. He needed you. His large arms held you against him, not wanting to let you go.
Your fingers were in his hair, holding his head close to you. Your lips finally let go of his to breathe, a breathy "I love you" against yours.
"Yeah?" he asks, out of breath, eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. his heart feels like it is going to beat out of his chest.
"Yeah," you confirm, no other words need to be spoken. Both of you confirming the mutual feelings for each other. Your lips connect with his once more and before you know it the two of you are tangled in the sheets of your bed, clothes discarded around the room in a fit of passion. There was no going back now.
~
Your daughter Ava, turned one today. A birthday party had been planned and executed, taking place at you and Bucky's new home, not far from Sam and Sarah's family home.
You're spreading the icing on her cake when Bucky walks past, slipping his finger into the extra icing, grabbing a taste, "Mm that's good."
"Bucky Barnes!" You scowled, "keep your fingers out of the icing!"
"I have to make sure it's worthy for today." He shrugs, unapologetic. He slowly slips his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder, he presses a soft kiss to your neck.
"You and sam better have the table and chairs put up. people will be here any minute..." You try to concentrate on spreading the icing on the cake, but Bucky makes it hard when his lips are trailing kisses down your neck and palms down your side... to your thighs... and a handful of your bum.
"Already done." He says against your neck, "what do you need us to do next?"
Your mind is foggy, unable to concentrate, "Bucky..."
"Hmm?" He asks, beginning to slip his hands underneath your dress.
"decorations. hang the decorations."
"Yes ma'am." He presses a hot kiss against your neck, before letting go of you.
That man will be the death of you.
~
"Happy Birthday to you...." you all sang as you placed the small cake in front of Ava on her high chair. Tears were threatening to spill already. having a hard time believing your sweet girl was already one.
Bucky stood proudly by your side. he moves to one side of Ava, you on the other as the singing comes to an end. "blow out the candles!" You try to coax Ava, but she's more interested in the cake, so you and Bucky blow out the candle for her, just in time for her to dig her little fingers in and grab a handful.
You all laugh at the sight. Kissing her head you let her devour the cake.
"family photo!" Sarah says, motioning her hand back to Ava as Bucky starts to walk away to grab plates.
Bucky's heart swells at the sound. Family. His family. His girls. He smiles proudly on the right of Ava, you on the left of her. Sam manages to get Ava to smile, cake and icing smeared all over her fingers and hands.
Before Bucky knows it, Ava takes her chubby hand full of icing and cake, pressing it against his cheek, babbling and screeching happily.
"Oh no!" You laugh.
"ha ha." he smiles, "Yeah, very funny isn't it?"
"she picked you not me," You defend and before you can turn away, Bucky's slipped his finger through the icing and splattered your cheek and lips with icing.
"Bucky!"
~
Bucky wasn't the type to go over the top with things. He was a romantic for sure, but when he made the decision he was going to ask you to marry him, he had no plan. It came out one random Thursday night while you were cooking dinner. Ava was in the floor playing with her toys. There was a soft jazz playing in the background and the entire room smelled of tomatoes.
He stood from his place at the island where he'd watched you the last 5 minutes, cooking and talking to yourself as you added ingredients to the pot. Your hair was a mess, you had a stain on your shirt from lunch and an apron tied across your hips. He'd made the decision in that moment, he couldn't have loved you more. It was a raw, normal moment he thought he'd never have. Hell, he never thought he'd have anything he had around him now. a family, a daughter, someone who loves him. and now soon to be wife. if you said yes.
"Y/n."
"Hmm?" You ask as he pulls you from your spot in front of the stove. "What is this?" You ask with a laugh, hand in his he makes you face him.
Your laughter slows to a stop as he drops to one knee in front of you.
"You have given me every thing I could have dreamed in life. Things I thought 5 years ago was never capable of having." His eyes become glossy with tears, "You are my dream. My girl. and I don't want to waste any more time. Marry me."
"Oh Bucky," You broke into sobs, dropping onto your knees in front him, you wrap him in a hug.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He says with a chuckle.
You nod through your sobs, "yes of course."
When you away to look at him, he cups your face in his hands, "You couldn't have waited until I didn't have a stain from lunch on my shirt and at least took a shower?"
He shakes his head, "nope. I couldn't wait." He leans in for a kiss before Ava runs in, "dada!"
Before you know it she's jumped into Bucky's arms, a grin on her face, "dada."
"Yes baby doll?" Bucky asks.
"Since we are all full of suprises tonight..." You get up off the floor and grab a folder out of your purse.
Bucky's tickling Ava, making her belly laugh when you hand him the folder.
"It's official."
"What?" he asks, eye brows furrowed as he opens the folder, only taking a moment to read over. his eyes catching on something, Ava Barnes.
It was rare to see Bucky cry. He'd always hidden his emotions well, a stone wall, but he'd cried in that moment. the only other time he cried was when you brought Ava into this world.
He was no longer uncle Bucky.
The End
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You and Jake meet at a Texas Longhorns Football game.
Everybody but you notices that Jake is in love with you. But you’re in denial, you’re not his type. The squad decide to hatch a plan to make the two of you see it.
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader:
( x Mitchell!reader )You and Rooster have been together for years. When your dad pulled his Naval Academy papers, setting him back 4 years, it drove a wedge between you, your father and Rooster. However, when the time comes for a dangerous mission. You come to your dad begging for help.
Texas Longhorns Football | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader
Summary: You and Jake meet at a Texas Longhorns game.
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When someone at your office was selling tickets to this weekends Texas longhorns vs Oklahoma football game, you knew you had to snatch them up. It was a rival game and sure to be a good one. You'd had this one your bucket list all year and now was the time. You decided to bring a friend of yours. She was also a football fan.
You two dressed and arrived early, tailgating with another crowd of friends before deciding to head inside the stadium for the game. You found your seats relatively easy. They were in the middle, lower level, front row. You couldn't believe the seats. they were right there on the sidelines behind the Texas players.
"Holy shit!" You say as you and your friend take a seat. beers in hand.
"girl, these seats!" Your friend comments.
The stadium began filling with Texas and Oklahoma fans. It was a huge game, rivalry and tensions ran deep with this game. You glances around you, most were Texas, but there was a few Oklahoma fans. It was a group of men around your age. You could tell they were already a few drinks deep.
"who's that hottie?" Your friend asks, pointing to the man walking by with a couple other guys. He was tall, wearing a cowboy hat and Texas jersey. The state troopers walking in front of him.
"I don't know..." You ask, eyeing them.
he caught your eye and sent a wink as he walked by. The nick name Hangman, written on the back of his jersey. the other two had "Fanboy" and "Bob" written on their backs.
"That fanboy is one handsome man." Your friend comments. "Looks like you've caught hangman's eye." she teases, poking your side.
The group stops nearby in front of you before they are lead onto the field. the announcers introduce them as Navy Fighter Pilots. The crowd erupts in cheers for them.
They all give a wave before Hangman is handed the mic, "Let's go longhorns!" He holds up his "Hook 'em Horns" sign as the stadium erupts. Music begins to play, the hype video on the screen is shown and before long the Texas longhorns are taking the field.
~
It is nearing half time, Oklahoma is down by a touch down and the group near you has already had some choice words. Boos have been screamed and portrayed horns down.
You wouldn't say you've kept an eye on them but the navy fighter pilots aren't far from you and your friend in the stands. They are probably 2 rows behind you, to your left.
"you going to go talk to her?" Fanboy asks hangman. He'd seen him eye you on the way to the field.
"halftime." Hangman nods, taking a sip of his beer. "the other lady is pretty. She's been eyeing you though."
Fanboy smirks, "Oh trust me I've noticed."
Hangman glances down at you. "She seems to know football too. I heard her explaining that last play to her friend."
"how can you guys hear anything? It's so loud in here, I can barely hear myself think." Bob butts in.
"why did we bring him? He doesn't even like football." fanboy throws his thumb at bob.
"I wondered the same thing." Bob says, sipping on his beer.
~
"Booo!" the Oklahoma fans obnoxiously cheer, horns down.
They'd had a couple more beers and were for sure hammered now.
Oklahoma had the ball, but soon fumbled it as their QB was sacked. it was a clean play, Texas recovered the ball on their 30 yard line.
"that's bull shit! That wasn't a fumble! He was down!"
"man this is such a bull shit game. these referees are blind as shit."
"sounds like you guys are blind as shit if you can't see that he was standing straight up when the ball came out of his hands." You thought you had muttered it to your friend, but they apparently had over heard you, tensions running high with such a tight score and coming up on halftime.
"What'd you say to me?" the Oklahoma fan said.
You and your friend shared a look.
"Yeah I'm talking to you. I heard you. What'd you say?" The guy had stood up, a few people had already left to get a jumpstart on food and bathroom lines before halftime.
The disruption had caught hangman's attention. The man standing up, staring at you.
Your friend is putting a hand on your arm, "don't engage, y/n."
But you'd already stood, facing him, "I said you must be blind as shit if you can't see that he was standing straight up when the ball came out of his hands. Your QB has butterfingers. He gets hit with some wind and the ball goes flying." You snap off to him. They had talked shit the entire game and it was beginning to irritate you.
"Oh she thinks she knows football." the guys slurs, stepping down to your row.
Your friend groans, "y/n I told you to not start anything!"
You shook her off, "His knee has to touch the grass for it to be considered down. He was a mile away from the grass when the ball came out of his hands. we recovered the fumble, now we're on our 30 yard line." You shrug, "maybe you need to hold back on the few beers next time, so you understand the game."
"You little bitch." He points, staggering toward you.
"woah woah." a large hand comes out in front of you, stopping the man, "Now I don't know how they do it in Oklahoma, but that won't be tolerated around here."
Hangman's taken a step forward so he's shielding you, fanboy and Bob not far behind him. "How about we turn around and head back to our seats?"
The man doesn't make any more moves, realizing he's out numbered and turns back around, heading up the stairs of the stadium.
"I told you not to start anything today!" Your friend scolds you again.
"He was a drunk idiot!" You defend.
"My point exactly."
Hangman realizes at that moment, he's in love with you.
"You guys didn't have to come save me." You inform the boys, looking up to hangman. He's even hotter up close. He's already grinning down at you.
"Sweetheart, I wasn't saving you. I was saving him." hangman holds his hand out to you. "Jake,"
You place your hand in his, smiling, "y/n."
~
You, your friend and the boys ended up spending the rest of the game with each other. Fanboy hit it off with your friend and you and Jake were getting along pretty well. discussing Texas football. If he wasn't in love with you then, he definitely is now.
After the game winning touch down, the stadium erupts, people swarm the field as confetti fills the air.
It's not long after that you all are following the crowd onto the field, celebrating in the swarm of people. You manage to get some pictures with the players, with your friend and even pulling Jake, fanboy and Bob in one.
Jake takes your hand in his, pulling you toward him, his lips against your ear, so you can hear him over the crowd, "How about a late night dinner and drinks? I know a great place downtown." He wasn't ready for his night with you to end.
You look up at him and nod, a smile on your lips "I'd like that."
"I may be too forward, but I really want to kiss you right now."
The crowd, the stadium lights and confetti in the night sky. Your favorite team had won. It couldn't have been a more perfect moment.
Before you know it, you're reaching up to take the cowboy hat off his head, standing on your tip toes and pressing your lips against his.
His arms loop around your waist, holding you tight against him.
What a magical night.
~
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Requested by @miss-kuki-nz / Summary: You and Bucky take Morgan to a pumpkin patch.
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You and Bucky - well you- had volunteered to watch Morgan for the weekend while Pepper and Tony had to work. They had some conference to attend in London and Morgan wasn't too keen on going. So, when she specified she wanted to stay with you and Bucky, you immediately volunteered, excited to have a girls weekend. Bucky on the other hand? He'd wanted the weekend with you to himself.
"aren't you going a little over board with this weekend?" He asked, watching you hang fall decorations through the apartment. "she's only staying a couple days." He glances to your shared kitchen table, full of junk food, fun activities and movies set aside.
"there is a reason I am the fun aunt and not Nat." You say shrugging.
"it's not a competition."
You look at him like he has two heads, "Um, of course it's a competition. How long have you known me?" You step down off the chair, "now hand me that other streamer."
He sighs but ultimately hands you the streamer, helping you decorate the rest of the apartment. It looked like a bomb had went off. streamers and lights everywhere. The dining room was set out with some kind of craft. The island lined with Morgan's favorite snacks. His face serious and unamused as he helps. He should have taken Steve's offer about fishing. he hated fishing, but it would have been better than this.
When the door bell rings that evening, you're overjoyed to answer the door. Morgan immediately jumps into your arms for a hug, "I'm so excited about this weekend!"
She nods, "I am too!" but then she frowns, giving Pepper and Tony a disappointed look over her shoulder, "but they promised they would take me to the pumpkin patch this weekend." she looks back at you, "They are having a petting zoo and pumpkins catapulting contest."
Pepper sighs, "I told you I would take you next weekend. I'm sorry mommy and daddy have to work this weekend." She hands Bucky Morgan's over night back.
"Well," You smile, glancing back at Bucky.
The thought crosses his mind, "don't you dare say it-"
"That sounds like the perfect thing for us to do tomorrow!"
"You guys don't have to do that-" Pepper starts.
Bucky's mind runs rampant. Lots of people. children running amok. children screaming, crying or both. It will be cold. this trip will last for hours. It's an hour and a half drive outside of the city and the drive back. Sounds like the worst thing ever. He should have gone with Steve.
"you guys are the best ever!" She gives you a hug and before Bucky knows it, she's wrapping her tiny arms around his hips. "thank you thank you!"
He feels his shell harden a bit, seeing how excited she was and thankful you two would be taking her. He still wasn't excited to go.
~
It was long drive out of the city. You'd hit traffic in muliple places on the interstate, but you three had finally make it to the pumpkin patch. The trees surrounding the patch had grown into their golds, reds and oranges, showing off their gorgeous colors before they would shed for winter. It was a perfect crisp fall day.
"can we do the hay ride first?" Morgan asks. Her hand was in yours. Bucky was only a couple steps behind the two of you. The two of you were wearing matching flannel shirts.
"of course!" you smile down at her, "And the line isn't very long." You glance over your shoulder at Bucky, holding your hand out for him.
He reaches forward, intertwining his with yours.
Morgan takes off running toward the line and you lean in close to Bucky, other hand on his forearm. "thank you for bringing us. I know it isn't something you like to do."
He shrugs, other hand in his coat pocket, "You guys looked cute all excited about it. I couldn't turn it down."
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You three rode the hay ride, fed some of the animals and even helped make apple cider. The next thing was the pumpkin catapult contest. Whoever's pumpkin went the farthest won a huge basket full of goodies and a large stuffed animal.
Morgan went by herself, while you and Bucky sat near by on a bench to watch. There were other kids up there. some older and larger than Morgan. She tried 3 times but her pumpkin didn't go very far.
she sulked back to the two of you, a frown on her face, "what's wrong sweet girl?" You ask, wiping a stray tear off her cheek.
Bucky's heart felt a small ache at the sight.
"My pumpkin didn't go very far at all. and these bigger kids were making fun of me."
Bucky's jaw clinched. Bullies making fun of someone smaller was not something he took too very lightly.
Before you could even say anything, Bucky was on his feet, "come on Morgan, we'll show them how it's done."
She sniffled before grabbing his outstretched hand and following him back to the catapults.
You watched in shock at the sight, but also smiled, snapping photos.
Bucky helped her put the pumpkin on there, eyes narrowing at the group that at made fun of Morgan. "one... two... three.." he and Morgan pulled it back, Bucky adding a little bit of his super soldier strength and watched as the pumpkin launched itself across the field, hundreds of feet away from the line you had to beat.
Morgan cheered. Bucky smirked, looking to you a small shrug on his shoulders.
You shook your head with a smile.
Bucky proudly carried the basket of goodies to the car, Morgan holding the large stuffed animal in her tiny arms. "did you see how far that pumpkin went?! there's no way anyone will beat that. You're the best uncle Bucky."
Bucky's heart swelled, watching the small girl shuffle into the car with the stuffed animal. He set the basket in the trunk, while you set the other goodies that Morgan picked out. "I think you cheated a little." You tease.
He closes the trunk, "I don't like bullies."
You wrap your arms around him, "thank you for taking us today. I know it wasn't your favorite."
He wraps his large arms around you, kissing the top of your head, he glances in the back seat at Morgan, "I actually enjoyed today. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
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Hi! I saw you're looking for Steve Harrington requests so I was wondering if I could request a Steve Harrington x Henderson reader where Steves is an absolute asshole to her after she starts going out with Billy with lots of Angst if possible please?
oooo I like it!
I love writing jealousy/angst. Thanks for sending this in! I will start working on it asap.
Update: just posted :)
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