Happy House || Rafe Cameron X Fem!reader

Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafe’s daughter 🥰

Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff

Word count: 1388

A/n: this was so cute to write 🥹🥹 loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another

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“Got everything?” Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabel’s things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabel’s head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.

“We’re not late are we?” You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameron’s luxurious yacht. “Hmm? Not really, they can wait,” Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “They’re here! They’re here!” Wheezie’s voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.

You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. “Wheezie, slow down!” Sarah’s voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.

“Hey!” You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.

Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabel’s cheek. “Hey, easy there,” Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Rafe, she’s being gentle,” you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. “Wanna take her, dad?” you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. “May I?” he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.

“Of course you can, she’s your granddaughter,” you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafe’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, “They all look so happy.”

Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,” Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarah’s candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.

“Send them to me,” you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. “What are you giggling about, hmm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. “Nothing, nothing,” you said, your smile widening. “Just excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.”

Rafe’s smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. “Okay, I think we should move this upstairs, don’t you think?” she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.

“You know, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m right here,” Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. “Yeah, as if I’m letting you look after my kid by yourself.”

Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. “And why not?” Rafe gave her an incredulous look. “Remember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?” Wheezie huffs, “That’s not fair!” She protests, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to put metal in the microwave!”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. “Exactly,” Rafe said, patting Wheezie’s head with a teasing smile. “You’re not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.” He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. “Maybe you can help out when I’m around,” you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Deal!” she said, grinning.

~

“Guys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!” Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. “I’ll be right there!” you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabel’s clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.

Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.“How are your boobs not saggy?” Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Sarah!” Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.“Shit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?” Sarah’s face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.

“I’m just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,” she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Which one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?” Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.

“None of them. They were just saying that,” Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafe’s face where he’d missed a spot. “I think it’s different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine don’t sag,” you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.

“You have such nice tits, it’s really unfair, ” Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. “I’m putting my AirPods in,” he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.

~

“Mabel, come here,” Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.

“Keep coming, sweetie,” you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, “Good job, baby girl!” You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.

Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldn’t help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.

“Are you hungry, bels?” You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabel’s next feeding.

With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.

Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. “Jesus, kid,” he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.

“What? Mabel was hungry,” you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didn’t mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe’s gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. “You should’ve let me know beforehand so I could’ve helped you cover up,” he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.

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Period

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,086

Summary: When watching a movie at Patrick's house, you stand up and notice a big red spot you left. What happens when Patrick finds out the mess you caused on his white couch?

A/N: It feels kinda weird writing for Patrick as a 'normal' boyfriend. Hope You Enjoy!

"I'll be at your place at 6 to pick you up. See ya, sweetheart."

Those words came out of Patrick's mouth before he left the small flower shop. You and Patrick have been going out for some time, yet to take the next step in your relationship, but he just invited you to a movie night at his apartment, and who were you to say no?

You were very excited, jumping at the counter as you continued to work and the moment your shift was over, you were out the door, running to your house down the street. As you entered your room, you looked at the clock.

5:20.

You spent the next 40 minutes getting ready and picking out a comfy, but cute outfit. You wanted to somewhat impress Patrick, but you already knew he was impressed.

A knock at the door caught your attention. You looked in the mirror, giving yourself a quick smile before going to the door. You opened it to see Patrick still in his suit from earlier, standing there smiling.

"Hey Patty!" Patrick kept a smile on his face at your nickname. "Gosh, you look so pretty, do a little spin for me." Patrick said, gently taking your hand. You giggled, doing a little twirling. "Well, got the movie ready at the apartment, just need to get some snacks on our way." You locked up your house and went to the car with Patrick.

-

After getting snacks, you found yourself taking the elevator up to his apartment.

It wasn't a secret that Patrick was rich. His car could tell it to you, but it still surprised you to see the place he called home.

When you walked in, it was spotless and it looked so modern. White, clean, and just like how he dresses.

Patrick grabbed the bag of chips from your hand, chuckling at your face. "Woah, this is your house?" You asked in disbelief. Patrick nodded his head. "Yep, only pay $4500 a month. Something light, y'know?" Your mouth dropped open, shaking your head slowly.

"Something light? You pay more than I make in 5 months. This is beautiful!" Patrick brought all the snacks to the small coffee table in front of his couch. "C'mere sweets, this is technically your place too." You made slow steps, taking a seat next to him.

You took your flats off, setting them aside while Patrick started up the movie, his hands going to pull you close to him. You snuggled up in his chest, bringing your legs up on the couch. Patrick had a huge smile on his face, seeing you so comfortable next to him.

You were very enthralled as you watched the movie, bringing a piece of popcorn to your lips every now and then. The movie was all going good until you felt your eyes begin to droop as tiredness took over you.

You fought to stay awake, knowing Patrick took the time to plan this night, but after working your shift for 8 hours and barely getting any sleep last night, it was bound for you to fall asleep.

As you watched a girl kiss a guy in the movie your eyes closed and black took over your vision. After a minute Patrick looked down to see you fast asleep.

You looked so adorable in his eyes.

He let you rest, continuing to watch the movie and eat the snacks provided on the table.

It was only after 2 hours that you woke up groaning, feeling Patrick move. When you opened your eyes you saw him standing beside you, fixing his suit. "It's 7, baby, let's go to bed, yeah?" Patrick said, walking to his bedroom, knowing you would follow him.

You let out a small yawn, standing up, but as you did, you felt a rush of gush in your panties. Confusion took over your face. Was it discharge? You turned around and to your horror you saw a huge spot of red on his couch. You gasped, instantly sitting back down on the spot as you heard his footsteps.

When did your period even come on? Why did it have to come now, especially at Patrick's house on his white couch!

“Love?" You heard Patrick call out. You awkwardly turned around with a smile on your face. "Yeah?" Patrick's eyebrows furrowed seeing your reaction. You were sweating and looking very nervous.

"You coming?" You hummed, avoiding answering his question. "I said, are you coming? I got a pair of sweatpants you can borrow in here." You didn't answer him, feeling tears come to your eyes. You know you have no choice, but to get up.

Patrick noticed how distracted you looked and walked over to you. "Y/n?" You looked up at him, your glossy eyes on display. "What's wrong? Talk to me, please." Patrick pleaded.

You let out a breath, looking down at your feet, while fidgeting with your fingers. "If I get up will you promise not to break up with me?" Now this had Patrick even more concerned.

Why would he break up with you? "Why would I- Yes, I promise." You closed your eyes, gulping as you stood up. You watched his reaction as you stepped away from the couch, ready for him to yell at you.

Everything in his house was expensive and for you to just mess something up broke you.

You looked at his face, expecting to see anger take over his expression, but instead he said, "Is this what you were so concerned about?" Shock took over your face, as he said that.

"Look, Patty, I'm so sorry! I messed up your couch, and it's white, and expensive, and I-I’ll try to get you the money back and I totally understand if you-" Patrick cut you off, grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss.

Patrick slowly pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes. "There's no need to be so stressed. I can get a new one, love. It’s nothing, I swear." The way he said it so nonchalantly almost made you giggle.

"Stay right here. Imma run to the gas station around the corner and get you some pads, tampons, and chocolate just in case you're craving anything." You didn't have enough time to say anything as Patrick grabbed his car keys and took off outside his apartment.

As the door closed, a smile came to your face. Who would've thought Patrick would be so supportive during your period.

Hey, how are you doing? I hope you and your loved ones are all doing well and healthy 💝.

May I ask another Henry request please 👉👈? I was thinking while Henry is at the premier for The Witcher season 2 and he also took Kal with him, meaning she’s been left unsupervised. Usually, she’d play with Kal, so in the absence of the two, she decides to get a puppy (maybe a malamute, husky, or similar) and Henry and Kal get a big surprise. Would want to write this please? Thank you ❤️❤️❤️!

Another One?!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 1,011

Fluff

Summary: Request tells all😌

Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I puffed out my cheeks as I lay on the sofa, sprawled out like a starfish. Henry and Kal were off to London to attend The Witcher Season 2 Premiere. Requiring them both to travel to London, leaving me alone in our country house. Despite them being only a few hours away, I couldn’t help but miss them both helplessly.

I was about to turn on the T.V when I received a call from Henry

(Call Conversation)

Henry: Hey Lovie, how are you doing?

Y/n: I’m doing fine Hen, just missing you and my baby

Henry: You mean our baby?

Y/n: Yeah, yeah whatever

Henry: Now I know how you get, don’t go crazy while i’m not there

Y/n: Bearrrr, you gotta stop treating me like i’m a child

Henry: I know I know, but I can’t help but worry when I leave you unsupervised. Last time you ended up upside down on our tree outside

Y/n: Now that was an accident babe and you know that

Henry: Yeah okay baby, just be careful alright? I'll be home early tomorrow morning with Kal, I love you

Y/n: I love you more

(End of Phone Call Conversation)

Throwing my phone onto the couch, I sat down feeling the boredom take over. Finally, turning on the T.V I sat back just to see commercials. Usually I would have muted the volume until they were over, but a certain advert came on.

One for the puppy shelter.

The videos of the poor puppies in the window absolutely broke me, they had an event today where they were letting people adopt for free.

Surely going down for a visit wouldn’t be too bad right? AND even if I did get a dog, Kal would have a friend!

(Time Skip to Dog Shelter)

Walking into the shelter, the immediate sounds of dogs whimpering rang in my ears causing a pout to form on my lips.

Before I could even walk more, a dog had ran up and jumped up onto me.

It was the cutest dog I had ever seen, apart from Kal of course.

“Heya” I said bending down as the Malamute started licking my face causing me to giggle.

“This is Oscar, he’s relatively new here” A worker said coming up to us, giving Oscar a treat.

“Is he adopted yet?” I asked secretly wishing the answer was no, “No not yet”

Standing up, I tried to continue walking into the shelter when Oscar kept following my every step and jumping onto my legs; he was tugging on my heartstrings.

“Bit of an impulsive move, but I think you wanna come home with me buddy, yeah?”

It’s almost as if Oscar knew what I had said because he instantly jumped into my arms, I took him with me to the counter.

“Is Oscar going home with you today Miss?”

“Yes he is”

“Ok well we have a few forms for you to sign, then we’ll send you both on your way”

“Ok thank you”

I said grabbing the pen, as she pushed the clipboard towards me.

(Time Skip to Home)

“Ok Oscar buddy, welcome to your new home. I’m not sure how your new daddy is gonna react, but he’s gonna love you either way. Then we have Kal your big brother, he’s a big cuddle buddy so get ready for that”

I said talking to Oscar, getting out Kal's spare food and water bowl, filling them for Oscar. Oscar looped himself between my legs, he was such a playful little thing. Henry has to love him.

Looking at the time, seeing it was getting late, I decided to make camp on the sofa. Bringing down our duvets and pillows, I lay on the couch, Oscar joining me by nuzzling himself into my chest.

“Goodnight Oscar baby” I said kissing him in between the ears, earning myself a lick on the face.

(Time Skip to Morning)

(Henry’s P.O.V)

Thanking the driver for helping me with the suitcases, I rolled up to front door already seeing Kal scratching on the door.

“Calm down Kal, mummy is waiting for you inside”

Unlocking the door, we were met with silence, I pushed the suitcases to the bottom of the staircase. Before I could even walk into the living room, I heard the pattering of paws?

Tilting my head in confusion I saw a small Malamute walk in front of me, sitting in front of me with an adorable face. Not being able to contain my smile, I bent down scruffing up the hair on its head feeling it nuzzle into my hand.

Kal also seemed relaxed at the newcomer, sniffing the new puppy gently, before starting to play with him.

“Oscar? Where are you” I heard a sleepy voice say from the living room, picking up Oscar and cradling him in my arms I walked into the living room.

“Is this Oscar?” I asked with a joking tone, already seeing the shy blush creeping on her cheeks as if she had just been caught.

“Y-yes” Y/n said, her voice sounding like music in my ears.

“Look baby, I know you said not to go crazy- but look at that face, how can you resist him” My beautiful girlfriend said walking over and holding Oscar's face to hers, my heart already starting to pound.

“Yeah he is adorable, and Kal doesn’t seem to mind his new friend”

“So does that mean-“

“Yes lovie, we can keep Oscar. As long as I get my cuddles as of right now” I said opening my arms,

“Not until you shower Henry bear”

“Join me then”

“But I don’t need one”

Quickly I ran over and engulfed her into a massive hug, nuzzling myself into her.

“HENRYY”

“There now you need a shower” I said smugly smiling at her.

“Yeah okay come on Mister” She said taking my hand and pulling me along with her up the stairs.

“Alright boys behave, mum and I are gonna have some fun” I said teasingly to the dogs as I heard Y/n scoff.

Ghost: I cut my finger Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better Ghost: That works? Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little *later* Ghost: I need you to punch me in the mouth Roach: Fucking finally

Imagine watching from the baby cam your husband putting the baby to bed and all of the sudden they drop to the ground and army crawl their way out of the room before the baby makes eye contact them. You're still laughing by the time they come to the room.

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟕𝟐

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞/𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧/𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚'𝐝, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

You’re in the middle of cooking when your phone pings, it’s the delicate stage where the food will stick to the bottom of the pan if you don’t continue stirring, but curiosity always wins out, especially when you see a number you don’t recognise pop up. As a rule you’re a cautious person, it was part of your job, but this was your phone, you’d been the one to add in the extra strength anti hacking, anti viral, anti spyware, anti everything technology to its hardware, so you were certain that this was just some sort of error on someone’s part.

You quickly turn the heat down, humming along to the upbeat music that’s emanating from the speakers, and look at the screen. There’s no message, just an image, so after waiting a moment, you let the curiosity win out and open the message.

And promptly choke on air, the humming coming to a violent end. The image is of a man taking a selfie, you can’t see his face, but what you can see is… very, very attractive.

Whoever he is, he’s buff, both arms very well muscled, and he’s well dressed. The tank top and slacks may look casual but they’re clearly expensive, and the chain and rings that he’s wearing look like they’re made from gold-

So… what do you think?

You jump at the message, and look around your kitchen suspiciously, somehow expecting the mysterious man to be standing behind you, judging you for choking in lust at a partial selfie. Obviously there’s no one there, so you quickly type out a response;

I think you have the wrong number.

The dots pop up, and then the man responds;

Amy?

Nope, not Amy. Sorry.

You’re mildly irritated at not being Amy - whoever she was was lucky to be receiving this man's tanned and enticing torso - but you shrug and put your phone down, turning back to your food, but that’s when it pings again.

Aw shit, I’m sorry I sent that to you.

Mistakes happen, it’s ndb.

NBD?

You narrow your eyes at the screen, but a smile tugs at your lips.

No Big Deal.

Oh. That would make sense.

NBD.

>:(

You snort at the angry emoji, and then put your phone back on the counter, ready to start serving up your food, but then it pings again.

I think Amy gave me the wrong number.

Well yeah as you’re texting me.

Maybe it’s for the best. Anyway, I’ll leave you be. Have a good evening.

You too.

You worked for Shield as a hacker and software developer, you’d seen the absolutely horrible things people could do in situations like this, so seeing this guy back away calmly was a nice change. Your finger hovers over the block button… but you leave it. He wouldn’t be messaging again anyway.

So, did you send that pic to anyone?

The message pings as you’re idly scrolling the news feed on your phone whilst some rom-com plays in the background on your TV and you frown, 

Who would I send it to?

Girlfriends? Or maybe a boyfriend?

Why would I send it to my boyfriend? I don’t even have a boyfriend.

Irritation burns in your gut at that, you knew better than to give away information like that, but it had been so long since anyone had even remotely taken an interest in you.

Really?

Yes really.

It’s not that you didn’t want someone in your life, it’s just that the man you did want didn’t have a clue you existed, and he wasn’t the type of man you could just cutely ask on a date. 

It’s so embarrassing that I sent that to the wrong person.

Don’t feel embarrassed. You look great.

Thanks 🙂

I would never feel confident enough to send a picture like that.

I wouldn’t have been confident enough a year ago either. But the right person can change that.

You think Amy is the right person after she gave you the wrong number?!

I meant a therapist and a personal trainer, but sure, make me out to be shallow 🙁

Another laugh bubbles out of you,

I didn’t mean it like that!

I know, I was just checking ;) 

Jerk

You’re still smiling when the mystery man sends another winking emoji, but you don’t respond. You’ll probably block the number tomorrow, but for now, you just enjoy the rest of your movie.

You’d almost forgotten about the mystery torso man when he suddenly appears in your inbox the following evening. Part of you wants to ignore him, all you want is some take-out food and a bath to drown your sorrows after a really bad day, but the other part of you welcomes his interruption. For a complete stranger, he doesn’t stress you out. Maybe it’s because you can’t see him, there’s no deep voice or penetrating eyes to make you uncomfortable. Even the beautiful body glimpsed in the accidental selfie you’d received didn’t bother you, not when it was probably a half decent attempt at catfishing anyway, and since it hadn’t been meant for you, you could excuse it and let it slide.

It’s not like you were planning on meeting the man, anyway.

Hey Wrong Number Girl, I hope you had a good day today.

BTW, tell me if you want me to delete this number.

BTW BTW did you see that I know some acronyms now?

Hi Selfie Guy. Listen, I’ve had a really crappy day. I’ll talk to you later.

No you don’t need to delete my number.

Well done on knowing basic text speak in 2023 <3 

What happened today? Do you want to talk about it?

It hurt that this complete stranger cared more than anyone that actually knew you, your heart twisted a little at his gentle probing, so you quickly type out a response,

Just a boss of mine yelled at me. 

It hadn’t been so much of him yelling at you, then your boss had absolutely eviscerated you because there had been a successful low level hack in some of the employee databases for the SHIELD workers. None of it was dire, but it was an area you were responsible for. 

“It’s not good enough, Y/L/N! Fix this mistake! Another error like this and…” He’d glared at you and stalked off, leaving you with the knowledge that this shouldn’t have happened, you had had no idea of how it could happen… and that your crush had been outside the cubicle you worked in and heard the whole thing.

Want me to kill him?

Yeah, sure, just let me have a bath in peace.

Thank you though. It’s sweet you would offer.

TTYL.

(I learned another one!)

You can’t help it. You smile.

You don’t hear back from your Selfie Man for the rest of the night, and you’re quietly grateful, it means you have time to work on the issue that you’d nearly been arrested for. You hadn’t been able to figure it out in the pressure cooker hours in your cubicle, but now you’re safe back in your home it becomes clearer almost instantly, and you quickly remedy the situation before sending a thorough report off to your boss. It’s silly really, it’s an amature attempt to hack information, the most the hacker could've got was low level staff’s numbers or emails, and that was for their personal information, not even anything that SHIELD issued. 

You shrug it off and conclude that it was probably teenagers, and suggest that maybe the IP should be monitored, maybe this person was someone SHIELD could recruit in the future - or add to a watchlist.

You expect to have a more formal meeting when you’re in the next morning but you’re told your boss had left and handed in his notice with immediate effect. Instead, you have the meeting with your new boss, and your report is signed off. 

You don’t say it, but you’re more relieved than you had expected. Just over a year ago you had been given this opportunity, and you wanted it to work. You wanted this big work environment, you wanted to feel like you belonged, that you mattered, that people cared. You weren’t a loner by choice, you had always wanted friends, but people were harder to talk to then you liked. Computers had always been where you could turn to relax, so when you were recruited, you’d hoped you’d be with people like you, make real connections.

So far you were no better off, you had a cubicle in a small windowless room, surrounded by others, with almost no contact because, of course, everything was highly sensitive.

Still, you liked your work. Maybe you could get promoted to working directly with Maria, Fury… The Avengers.

Did you have a better day today, Wrong Number Girl?

I did, Selfie Guy. How about you?

Me too! I was able to help a friend out, which always makes me happy.

That’s nice. I hope they appreciate it.

I’m sure they will.

I mean they DO.

But I’m hoping they’ll show me. One day.

You’re eating a mouthful of food, and your smile drops a bit.

Is this Amy?

No! But yeah… a girl.

Had a crush for a while.

She doesn’t know though.

You should tell her!

I will, when the time is right.

What about you?

Your crush’s face pops into your head, and just the thought of him makes your face burn.

Oh, I don’t have a crush. 

Your mysterious friend takes so long to reply that you almost think he’s gotten busy or has finally decided that texting a wrong number doesn’t a friendship make, but then he comes back after another hour and you’re reading in bed,

So, what’s your favourite movie?

You just don’t see the harm, the danger, the worry. The mystery man is nice, and you’re lonely, so you talk well into the night. The sun's rays are kissing the edges of your curtains when you yawn so wide your jaw cracks, 

I should go. I’m supposed to be at work in an hour.

Okay. 

Thank you for talking to me so much.

Thank you.

Hey.

What’s your name?

Another pause, you think maybe he’s fallen asleep - you certainly want to - but then he comes back once more,

It’s James.

Now you, doll.

It’s Y/N.

That’s a real pretty name, Y/N.

Thank you for being my friend.

You should sleep.

Sadly you can’t do that, but you don’t tell your friend - James - you just tell him you’ll call in and then say goodbye.

When you get to work you see your crush, and once again he looks like he could kill you with just a look. Bucky stares right at you as you walk to your cubicle, and your heart rate speeds up, but not so much in lust for a change. Bucky looks furious with you, but you have to remind yourself, he looks that way most of the time, you once saw him glaring as he ate a cupcake for god’s sake. Besides, he doesn’t even know you, you’ve never spoken to him in your life, so what could he possibly be furious at you for?

You chalk it up to your exhaustion, and forget about it.

So, I got a question to ask you, doll.

Oh?

It had been three months since James had accidentally sent you his selfie, and in that time you could admit to yourself that he was the best friend you’d ever had. Every evening after coming home you would see a message from him, and almost the entire night was spent with him almost as well as if he had been in the room with you. You would giggle over his teasing as you cooked and cleaned, you’d pause shows and books so you could send long ranting messages about everything from work to fiction, and you would crawl into bed at the end of the night with his words shining at you in the dark.

James was your best friend… but you might be falling in love with him too.

Do you trust me?

Is that the question? 

You know I do, dumbass.

And the crazy thing was; you did. James had never done anything to make you scared of him, he’d never pushed for more personal information from you, he’d given you space when you needed it, and even though you texted each other most days, he clearly had a life, there had been times when he wouldn’t be in touch because he had to travel for work.

My ass is great actually, it’s not dumb!

Well, that’s just what someone with a dumb ass would say.

You go hot thinking about his ass though. You still didn’t know what he looked like, he’s only ever sent you that one picture, and he had never asked you to send one in return… but you just knew he would be gorgeous all over…

Y/N… I am crazy for you. Would you consider meeting up with me?

Your mind hazes for a split second, and the words on the screen blur. You start to type a response, but then stop, you try again, and mess the words up…

I’ve been falling for you since I first knew you. I’ve never been this close to anyone.

I want to know this last part of you, but a beautiful face to a beautiful name.

What if I don’t live up to that, James?

You know all my likes and dislikes, and you know about the crazy dream I had two weeks ago where I was a mermaid, but seeing me might destroy something.

I’m not sure I’m ready to lose you.

I’ll only disappoint you.

You could never disappoint me, doll.

You just stare at that response, trying so hard to think of some way to make him understand that he inevitably would be disappointed with you because everyone always was. You couldn’t keep friends, you hadn’t had a lover in such a long time that you didn’t want to think about it. You were a loner by design if not by choice, and he was the only person who had ever even tried to know you better. The friendship would break if it became real.

I get so excited when I know I’m about to talk to you, I smile when I think about being able to hear your voice in my ear.

I love seeing you tell me everything that has been bothering you at work, but I want to be able to hold you when you’re that stressed out.

I want you to be the person I come home to after I travel.

And you know what, doll?

“What?” You whisper to the room as if he can hear you, but he replies anyway, like he’s on a roll,

I bet you get excited over me too.

I bet if you were to touch yourself now that you’d be wet just thinking about how well I would kiss you.

“Fucking shit…” Your thighs clench, your heartbeat pounds, your fingers trail over your stomach…

I’m hard just thinking about it.

And not just kissing your mouth.

I want your other lips.

I want to taste you so badly.

You’re not responding to him, but James obviously knows you’re reading the messages, he knows you well enough, and you read breathlessly, fingers circling your clit as he continues,

Your mouth would feel so good wrapped around me.

I bet you’d swallow.

I know no one will take care of you like I will.

I just want to have a chance showing you how much I’ll love you.

James is being crude, so crude you almost giggle like an immature teenager, but you don’t stop touching yourself, and after another moment you come against your hand. It’s been a long time since you’d done that, and the loneliness was almost too much in that moment. You’re sticky, you’re alone, and this man - a stranger who’s not a stranger - he wants to be with you. He likes you, he’s stuck around, and he wants you.

And if you meet him and you’re not actually compatible and he does desert you? Well… it’s not like you weren’t used to it.

Baby?

I’m sorry.

I came on too strong.

FUCK!

I’m so sorry!

Please don’t block me, please don’t hate me, I just wanted you to know I don’t need to see your face to know I love you.

Will tomorrow evening be too soon?

James sends a string of gifs showing how excited and happy he is, and you laugh in the darkness. You make plans to meet at a restaurant tomorrow evening, a big family place a couple of blocks over from Times Square, large and loud and always filled with people. You fall asleep with a smile on your face.

You had had to call in sick to work, your nerves threatened to choke you throughout the day, you couldn’t eat, couldn’t do anything other than panic over every last possible outcome, and then have a manic two hours in the bathroom pampering and scrubbing and shaving and making yourself look as perfect as humanly as possible.

You might want to sleep with James, desperately, especially after what he’d texted the night before, but ideally you wanted to wait until at least another month after regular dates. Primping and adding makeup and wearing pretty underwear just made you feel more confident, that’s all.

You leave your apartment with plenty of time, you wanted to be there before James, to get your bearings and take a moment before he appeared. You step into the elevator, eyes down and focused on the screen of your phone where a message has just pinged, and you frown,

I couldn’t wait.

“What?”

By the time you realise there’s someone at your back in the elevator, it’s too late, the needle pricks the side of your neck, and you fall into a stranger's arms.

You wake but it’s hard to open your eyes. Everything is dark, you’re too hot, and you’re too cold, you feel stifled and restricted, whilst also feeling weightless and light, like the touch of a breeze would send you reeling away like dandelion fluff or like a rubber ball bouncing or like-

Your head clears between one breath and the next, and you wish you’d never woken up.

You’re in the lap of a man, straddling his hips, your arms are tied at your back, and his mouth is at your chest. The buttons on the pretty silk shirt you’d worn are open to the waist, your beautiful lace bra has been opened and is pushed up and over your head leaving you essentially naked from the waist up and his tongue is carefully tracing over one nipple whilst your other is being rolled between two fingers.

Two metal fingers.

“Bucky?!”

“Hi, doll, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve waited, but you looked so fucking hot against my sheets, I couldn’t wait anymore.” His blue eyes peer up at you, his words punctuated intermittently by his continued fondling and tasting of your breasts, “You’ve got such great tits, I needed them in my mouth.”

“What the fuck is this?! Let me go! Stop it stop it stop it!” You struggle against his hold, shrieking and moaning as he holds you against him, one hand at your hip, his lips now at your neck, his breath in your ear, 

“It’s me, sweetheart, it’s me, James, come on now, calm down, calm down…” He doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop touching you, and eventually you tire, and collapse against him, tears pouring from your eyes as he lifts you as easily as you would lift a puppy, and walks you over to a bed at your back, laying you against it and coming down next to you. You notice then that you’re in a large studio apartment, you can see the skyline through the gigantic windows, the place is minimalistic but beautiful, and you’ve never been so scared in your life. Bucky’s hands are still at your breasts, and you close your eyes, trying to block him out.

James, the man you’d trusted everything to, was Bucky Barnes, the scary Avenger that you’d had a long time crush on…

“It can’t be…”

“What can’t, baby?”

“It can’t be you… your picture…”

Bucky presses a quick kiss to your lips, a smile on his face, and you’re too shocked at his apparent joviality to react. He stops touching you long enough to sit up and press something on his left arm, the metal shimmers, and then the dark metal appears as the same beautiful tan colour as his right arm, 

“Like it? I worked with Shuri for the upgrade. It’s supposed to help me blend in on missions, and keep me more incognito when I’m out and about, but I knew it would help me with you.”

“You don’t even like me!” You cry out indignantly, squirming when he bends his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth again, grazing his teeth over the peak, “You always look at me like you hate me!”

“Because you don’t take care of yourself and you work too hard!” Bucky comes up for air, a frown on his face, hair dishevelled, “I didn’t know how to talk to you, I promise I was always going to tell you who I was, but I needed to know if you would really like me. Most people are afraid, or they have some dumb kink about my arm. I knew you were different, but I wanted to be sure.”

“Let me go, please, I won’t tell anyone, I won’t, I promise!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Bucky suddenly grabs you around the neck, the fingers tanned but as firm as the metal they really are, and you go absolutely still. He’s not choking you, but there’s a look in his eyes… “I love you, I have done so much for you, I have looked over you whilst you’ve slept, I’ve kept an eye on you at work, I’ve checked up on you, and I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

Your old boss’s face pops in your brain and a tear falls out of the corner of your eye,

Want me to kill him?

Yeah, sure, just let me have a bath in peace.

Thank you though. It’s sweet you would offer.

Your lower lip trembles, Bucky’s eyes go dark as his own trace the movement, 

“I didn’t mean for you to actually kill him, B-Bucky…”

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” His smile sends a tremor over you, goosebumps rise and again Bucky stares, his eyes fixated on your tits again, “I heard you call my name last night, saw your hand in between your legs… you should be thanking me, Y/N, I could’ve taken you from your bed last night, fucked you then and there and dragged you naked and still leaking my cum.” He sighs when you squirm again, “You need to get used to this. No one is going to miss you, you told me that, and my apartment is soundproof, hack proof, and the windows are made from bullet proof glass and no one can see inside. I could fuck you against them with a CNN helicopter right outside and never make the evening news.” Another kiss to the swell of your breast, and another eerie smile, “I built this place for you when I first saw you last year. I knew it then, that you would be my girl.”

You believe him. Part of you has already accepted that you can’t fight him, that you can’t escape, that you let him into your life and now you’ll pay for it, but you can’t help but show some defiance. You spit at him, satisfied when it lands in his eye and he rears back on a curse, 

“You’re a fucking monster! I will never be your girl! I hate you!”

Bucky cleans his eye and stops, his gaze down at the mattress. For a second you think that maybe he’s giving up, maybe he’ll let you go… but then he surges over you, a wildness in his eyes that chills your blood. His fingers press against your jaw, and you open your mouth on a sob of pain, and he promptly spits in your mouth, forcing your jaw closed so you have no choice but to swallow it. You wince when he tears open the top of the jeans you’re wearing, the button flying away somewhere into the large space, and squeeze your eyes shut when he pushes his hand past the hem of your underwear, 

“Well, you’d better start loving me, baby. This monster is going to have three fingers buried inside your tight cunt in less than five minutes… let’s see if you’re wet just thinking about it, huh?”