#sam x vee

[ipaintsmilestocoverthepain]

[castielthinkr]

THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER

older!dean x fem!reader cw age gap, nsfw below cut (mdni), size kink (+ implied choking kink?), bunker era (think s9-10, so dean is 34-36 ish and reader is early to mid 20s), a little angsty in one or two places

notes my final assignment of first year is due in 12 hours. i wrote this instead. also i don’t usually write smut so if it’s shit dhmu

older!dean was hesitant to do anything with you at first. there’s thirteen years between you, and he’d always said it was too much, that he was too old for you. eventually, after months of teasing and flirting and god knows how many repetitions of “i know what i want, dean,” he’d grabbed your face and kissed you hard.

older!dean treats you like glass that he could break at any second. he’s gentle — gentler than he ever was with any other girl. he kisses your forehead, always has a gentle hand on you, and generally takes care of you. he cooks for you, wraps blankets around you when you fall asleep researching, and acts like the definition of a gentleman (to sam’s utter delight — the new material he’s gained to tease his brother with is endless).

older!dean shares his music with you. you call him old for it, and he makes a suggestive comment about you benefitting from his experience. he makes you a tape of songs he loves and catches you playing it in your room on more than one occasion. the two of you bond massively over music, with him showing you the rock he grew up with and you showing him newer stuff, like paramore. he’ll never admit that he thinks hayley williams is awesome, but you know.

older!dean hates taking you out on hunts. you met through hunting, and you’re a damn good hunter yourself (his words), but that will never stop him worrying. he’s protective, almost overwhelmingly so, on hunts, and you’ve had more than one biting argument about how he needs to let up. he promises he will some day, but you still see his eyes on you constantly. he needs to make sure you’re there, to make sure you’re safe.

older!dean loves to tease you with pet names to see how flustered he can make you. there are some he uses that are nice, and make you feel nice and warm inside, like angel and sweetheart. (darlin’ with his texan twang, always gets you blushing.) he tries to call you baby, but you veto it, stating the age difference as a reason. he tries to tease you, occasionally calling you kid and kiddo until you stop calling him honey and start only referring to him as old man.

older!dean absolutely loses it when you get hurt. you go on a hunt with sam, despite your boyfriend’s protests at getting left behind, and when sam calls as a heads up that you’re injured, he’s an anxious mess until you reach the bunker. you walk through the door bruised and a little bloodied, and he’s all over you. he doesn’t leave you alone, even after you’ve been cleaned up and ordered to rest by sam. he’s constantly touching you, either holding your hand or rubbing comforting circles on your hip. even when you heal he’s hesitant to let you out of his sight again, stating in the middle of a dark night while he holds you close that he can’t lose you.

things with older!dean start out soft and pretty vanilla, as he doesn’t want to push you or hurt you. he’s so caring and gentle with you, making sure you enjoy yourself and holding you close and making sure you finish first.

when older!dean finds out you’re just as freaky as he is, it’s over for you. he’s relentless, testing new things with you almost every night. youre sure you’ve tried every position by now, but dean’s favourite is a tossup between missionary, where he can watch your face as he all but pounds into you, and cowgirl, where he can watch as you tire yourself out on top of him (being able to see your tits bounce is also a bonus).

older!dean loves it when you suck him off but let’s be honest: he’s a huge munch. he’s eaten you out in more places than you can count, including (probably) every surface in the bunker, the backseat and driver’s seat of the impala, countless motel rooms and even a few diner restrooms.

older!dean has trouble letting you take control sometimes. he feels a little strange, given the age gap between you, but when you do get chance? he loves it. being completely under your control, letting you do whatever you want? it’s like a dream come true for him. but, despite how many times you start on top, it always ends with him snapping his hips up into you or flipping you over and finishing what you started.

older!dean loves it when he gets to see just how much bigger he is than you. when he can hold your waist and his hand seems to just dwarf you, or when he has you in his lap and his hands cover your hips completely. he especially loves watching as he takes you, and when his large hand wraps around your throat with just enough pressure for you to feel it.

regardless of how vanilla or how insane the sex is, older!dean never misses a second of aftercare. he’s always right there, with either a warm bath or a damp cloth depending on how tired you are. he’ll massage your thighs after they’re spent from riding him or comb out the tangles he made in your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you and holding you like you’re fragile because, to him, you are. even when he’s let you take the reins, he holds you close as you drift off to sleep, pressing gentle kisses on your face and tracing his hand down your back.

[travisphelpsisgay]

[hazard-c-horror]

Sams x Dandy’s World Crossover

Some little doodles, of the Sams gang interacting with other Toons

Moon and Vee

Lunar and Astro

Eclipse and Flutter (that’s a friendship letter)

Solar and Rodger

[gabriels-blade]

[Wrong]

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Soulless!Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, DD:DNE, Smut, Anal Sex, Non-Con, No Aftercare

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Summary: Your Sam wouldn't use you like this.

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You knew something was wrong. Something was different. He's not your Sam. Where's your Sam?

You feel his fingers teasing your hole, only giving enough prep so you wouldn't suffer horrible damage…. But this isn't the Sam you knew.

You were aware something wasn't right with your boyfriend when he was back, something just felt… off. But you brushed it off as just an effect from him being in hell. That'd certainly mess someone up.

But the mask he had been wearing slipped away, the only thing he finds in you is something warm, a way of pleasing himself physically.

“Sam…”

“Be still.”

The coldness of it makes your bones freeze, his hands settling on your hips. He fucks into you good and rough, keeping you ass up face down on the bed, headboard knocking into the wall as he abuses your untrained hole. You two had only ever done anal once before, it wasn't your favorite so Sam never pushed for it again… Your warm walls squeeze his length, groans rumbling from his chest.

He doesn't pretend to care.

He goes until he cums - paying no mind to your own need. Simply dropping a rag on your tired body before heading to the bathroom to shower. No aftercare or reassurances to be shared. This isn't your Sam and you don't know if you'll get the one you fell for back.

[homicidal-mother]

[Peace]

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Sam Giddings x F!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Grinding, Fingering, Bath Sex, A Little Bit Spooky

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Summary: A very relaxing bath with your girlfriend.

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When you so sweetly offered to help with her bath - how could she possibly refuse?

You quickly found yourself leisurely grinding on her thigh, the sweet scent wafting from the candles surrounding you both, her fingernails trailing slowly up and down your back, enjoying how you shiver and get goosebumps.

“You're so beautiful…”

She murmurs against your shoulder, warm water lapping against your skin, soft kisses greeting your flesh, slipping your hand between her thighs to stimulate her as well, getting to feel her warm walls clench around your fingers, moans filling the bathroom… Who needs music when you two make your own symphony? Oblivious to anything else going on entirely.

“I needed this…”

“I know.”

She encourages you to go faster, letting you come undone on her thigh, your fingers working around her bundle of nerves till she meets her wonderful end as well. Then suddenly you two hear a bump down the hall.

“What the hell was that?”

[alsteneldoeight]

this was in the drafts for far too long, but here were some doodles i made when i started listening to the magnus protocol!

so here's a redraw of this tiktok with my personal design for sam lol

also, chester and norris!! i'm perfectly normal about the theory they're jon and martin trapped in a windows 95 (i'm actually not i cry about the theory every day)

[brookediamonds]

who's the guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad, mmm?

Part 2 to ‘Who’s the cute boy with the white (black) jacket and the thick accent?’

Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: After you and Axel confirm each other’s interest in each other, you decide to take things a step further and attempt to go on a date when, of course, there’s the trouble of Cobra Kai.

gif is not mine

(In Croatian, "ljubavi" is pronounced "loo-buh-vee" and is used to address someone directly. It translates to “love.”)

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“Thanks for walking me back to my room,” you say turning back to the tall Croatian boy trailing next to you.

You stop when you reach your room, pulling your key card out of your pockets from your dress.

“Of course,” Axel nods eyes trailing down to your body.

“Oh,” you realized you’re still wearing his jacket, beginning to shrug it off. “Your jacket, here.”

“No,” he holds his hands out to your shoulders keeping you from removing the piece of clothing. “You keep it, ljubavi.”

“Oh, giving nick names are we?” You tease Axel, slipping your hands around his torso.

He lets out a small laugh, snaking his large hands around the back of your neck making you feel giddy inside.

He’s delicate with his touch, gently tilting your head back so it allows him to lean down and softly graze his lips with yours.

You sigh as he pulled away, your lips almost reach up for more affection but knew it was getting late and another round of events waited for you in the morning.

“Good night, (Y/n),” he whispers pressing one final peck to your forehead. Your heart flutters in your chest as he pulls away.

Watching him walk to the elevator, you tap your key card against the sensor and twist the handle, ready to go inside.

But not without looking back towards the handsome flushed boy, waving him one more goodbye.

Once you finally make it inside, you lean back on the closed door to your shared room, and breathe.

Tonight’s events replayed in your mind, the conversation’s you shared with Axel played on a loop, his european accent engraved into the part of your brain that memorizes sounds.

You’re brought out of thought when you see your roommate saunter out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

“And where have you been missy?” Sam muffles through a mouthful of toothpaste before continue to brush her teeth.

“I ran into Axel,” you grin walking over to your bed, slipping off the black jacket that held the sweetest scent of the young man you were just with.

“You’ve been with him this whole time?” Your best friend questions, her mouth falling open.

You nod bringing up the piece of clothing to your nose, inhaling the musky scent of Axel and his cologne.

“We talked, walked, kissed-“ you say holding the jacket tight against chest.

“You kissed?” Sam exclaims running over to you, plopping down on the bed. “How was it?”

“It was so…” You shake your head trying to grasp the wording for how you felt, how electrifying and dizzy his lips made you feel inside. “Consuming.”

The brunette girl watched you in awe as you described your night and took in every word you poured out.

“I hate that we met here,” you admit later that night as you and Sam laid in your beds, cozy in your pj’s and soft sheets.

“Why?” She asks lying on her side to look at you. You turn over, placing your arm under your head.

“We live on the other side of the world from each other, I feel like I met my match and he lives in another country,” you say glumly.

“You don’t think you guys would stay in contact?”

It would be a challenge. It’s your senior year of high school, college just around the corner, karate has always taken up most of your time, you hardly gave any attention to relationships.

“I want to say it would be hard but wouldn’t it be worth it if our connection meant that much to us?” You think out loud.

“So don’t think about it too hard,” Sam assured me. “We have a few days left here, just take things day by day, see where it goes.”

You sighed mentally agreeing with your best friend. She was right, you’re getting ahead of yourself.

The screen on your phone lit up catching your attention. Picking up the device, you noticed a text notification from an unknown number.

Unknown: Sleep well, ljubavi.

You smile seeing the nickname, knowing exactly who it was.

You: What does “ljubavi” mean?

You see the chat bubble rise above your keyboard before a message pops up.

Unknown number: Love.

Heart? Soaring. You were never one for nicknames, but this one turned you into mush.

You: I love it. Sweet dreams, Axel ❤️

You click your phone off and set it back on the nightstand before looking back up at the ceiling. Rerunning the night through your head, you fall asleep soundly.

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It was a rough start to the morning. Mr. LaRusso informed your team that Terry Silver had once again weaseled his way back into your lives, this time with a different team.

The Iron Dragons, Axel's team. Silver was psychotic and a mess, it left you worried what could happen to the boy you took a liking to.

Anxiously waiting, you sat alone on one of the benches around the corner from the locker rooms, fiddling with your fingers.

Axel strode down the hallway, dressed in his green Gi, captain's headband tied on and ready to go. Why did he have to look so good?

"Hi," you greet the young man nervously as he sat right next you. The blue-green eyed boy wasted no time wrapping you in his arms, making you feel almost grounded.

Your eyes slumped shut, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, resting your chin on his left broad shoulder.

"Is everything okay?" Axel asks taking notice to your longing hold. You sighed pulling back from his warm embrace, still trying to figure out how to tell him about Silver.

"I brought you something," he says diverting your attention. Reaching into his pockets, he pulls out a braided bracelet with the Barcelona flower in the middle of it.

"Axel," you pout as he held the hand woven accessory between you two. "It’s beautiful, thank you.”

You take the gift, holding it to your heart forgetting why you asked him here in the first place.

“The woman who sold it to me said each petal represents something different, it reminded me of you,” he says tracing the four gold petals on the bracelet, a pink hue cascading across his nose and cheeks.

“Axel,” you hear a girls voice from down the hall making you both turn to its corporate.

Zara, the other Iron Dragon’s captain stood with a straight face, calling out to her teammate.

“Sensei is waiting,” she speaks calmly. You couldn’t read her, was she annoyed? Unbothered?

“I’m coming,” Axel says before standing up. Crap, you didn’t get to inform him on Silver.

“I must go,” he says facing you. “Good luck today, ljubavi.”

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before striding over to Zara who glanced over at you with a questioning look.

She raised an eyebrow and walked off with the other captain, leaving you to ponder your thoughts.

“How’d it go?” Demetri asked as you approached your team, scratching the back of your head.

“Um, it didn’t- I’m sorry!” You apologize quickly. “He caught me off guard with something!”

“(Y/n!)” Hawk gave you a disappointed look, Robby and Miguel sighing with the same shared expressions as everyone else.

“Okay, but even if she did tell him, what could he do?” Sam interjects, hands on her hips. At least someone was on your side.

“Sam’s right,” Kenny agreed. “Silver has a way with anyone, one person makes no difference.”

“It could if they’re the winter soldier,” Demetri retorted making you whip your head to the tall lanky boy next to you.

“We already told you to stop calling him that,” you muttered lowly to him. “You have no idea what he goes through, look at what Tory was going through this entire time.”

The team fell quiet at your words.

“Let’s just get through this next round, okay guys?” Robby spoke up breaking the silence. “We have work to do.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, making their way to where your sensei’s stood.

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You fought like hell, everyone did. Robby pulled through in the end against Kwon, defeating our biggest match.

We had finally defeated Cobra Kai.

As you and Sam hugged celebrating your group win, you notice the boy you've been infatuated with this entire trip approach you.

“Congratulations,” Axel spoke as you pulled back from your friend's arms.

“Thanks,” you smile widely crossing your arms over your chest. “And congrats to you.”

“Thank you,” he nods a small closed mouth grin on his face.

“I'll leave you two alone," Sam shoots you a wink before walking off. Axel glanced around him, taking a step closer to you.

Due to your height difference, you tilted your head up at the 6 foot boy admiring his post fight look. Messy auburn hair, cheeks flushed.

"May I take you to dinner tonight?" Axel asks reaching out his hands for yours. You intertwined yours fingers together, the tingles starting to form inside.

"I'd love that," you grin trying to contain your excitement. After this big win, and getting an opportunity to spend more time with Axel, you were on cloud 9.

"Kovačević."

You both turn to see Sensei Wolf and none other than Terry Silver standing side by side, his sensei glaring at you and Silver looking smug.

You suddenly felt caught, like you were just exposed from a dirty little secret. Silver saw you holding hands with one of his students, you, a Miyagi-Do with his team captain.

Pulling your hands from his grasp, Axel turns back to you, a frown forming on his face.

"We'll talk later?" You ask bringing his eyes back up to yours.

"Yes, I will text you," he confirms. You turn on your heels to walk away when you're suddenly caught by the wrist and twirled around falling into Axel's chest.

He brings a hand up to your face, softly caressing the apple of your cheek before locking his lips with yours.

You can't help but melt into the kiss, your tongue lightly grazing against his. You're both breathless when you disconnect, you stood dizzy as he walked over to the men that called him.

Shaking your head, you stride over to your team, a million thoughts running through your head.

After changing into normal civilian clothes, you closed the locker moving to leave when Miguel walks in.

"Hey," you greet him. "I was just gonna go look for you guys."

"No worries," he assures you. Your friend stood awkwardly, his eyes saying something but his mouth relaying nothing.

"Is everything okay?" You ask noticing his stance. "How’s your mom?"

"Yeah, no she's fine, thank you," he exhales walking to where you stand shoving his hands in his pockets. "We're actually worried about you."

"About me?" You ask with a light laugh. "Why?"

Miguel sighed trying to find the words.

"Demetri thinks-"

You rolled your eyes, slinging your gym bag over your shoulder crossing your arms defensively.

"I'm gonna kick his ass," you mumbled. "What now?"

"He thinks Silver might be going through Axel to get to you," your friend reveals.

No, you think immediately.

"I- I don't think he would do that," you say lowly. "Right?"

You're asking yourself at this point. Miguel stares at you with empathetic eyes, you rub a hand over your face.

"We just met Miggy," you begin to think about your interactions. "But I know this wasn't planned, this was all by chance."

"Okay," Miguel nods taking you for your word. "We have your back then."

You smile softly at the curly haired boy, before pulling him into a tight hug.

"What's this for?" He asks with a slight chuckle.

"I'm just glad you and Johnny are back, and your mom is okay," you breathed out. "It's not easy losing a parent."

He rubbed your back knowing your history of losing your father a few years back.

That same night Miguel left, you went to the beach because your dad and you loved spending time there. He would teach you the kata you know now, and practice your breathing work with you there.

"Thank you, (Y/n)," Miguel whispered. You both pulled back, and silently went back to your team together.

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"Why am I so nervous? I've already kissed the guy!" You freaked brushing your comb through your curls.

"Kissed, made out," Sam shrugged flipping through the channels of your tv.

"Made out?" Miguel speaks up sitting up from his spot on Sam's bed. "I was only gone for like a day."

"A lot can happen in 24 hours," you wince. Setting the comb down, you stare at yourself in the mirror rechecking your appearance.

You wore a red romper that held an array of tiny colorful flowers with a pair of raffia flats to complement the style.

"You look gorgeous," Sam came up from behind you, her face lingering next to yours in the mirror. She ran her fingers through your curls giving them a more tousled look that she knew you favored.

"Thanks, Sam," you say as she finished fixing your hair.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick," she says to you and Miguel. She stepped aside and went into the bathroom.

"Where are you guys gonna go?" Miguel asks propping his arm behind his head.

"One of the local restaurants at the square," you respond spraying some of your Valentino perfume into the crevices of your neck.

Before Miguel could respond, there's a knock at the door. It was Axel.

"Be safe," your best friend's boyfriend wishes you as you grabbed your purse. You roll your eyes playfully, swinging the door open to reveal your company.

"Wow," Axel breathed out. "You look beautiful."

Your nerves vanished, all the worrying you held earlier diminished at his words.

"Thank you," you blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Axel wore a grey henley shirt with a black bomber jacket and dark blue jeans, he looked absolutely handsome. And he was all yours.

He blushes at your compliment, his eyes lingering down your face before they shifted behind you making him frown.

"Who is that?" Axel asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh," you open the door a little wider. "This is Miguel, my teammate and Sam's boyfriend."

"Sup man," Miguel gives him a small wave before he goes back to watching tv.

"You ready to go?" You ask turning back to Axel with a soft smile. His eye tear away from the comfortable boy in bed and focuses on you.

"Yes," he responds a little more relaxed. You shut the door behind you, walking hand in hand with your date to the elevator.

As you both stood in the moving transportation, Axel lifts your hand noticing the gift he had given you earlier wrapped around your wrist making him smile.

He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your it making you giggle.

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It was a perfect night. The food was amazing, the art was captivating, and the company made it ten times better.

"So Mr. Europe, what do you think of Barcelona?" You ask as you and Axel strolled down the streets of the city. You stood on his right side, arm looped with his.

"Reminds me of Koh Samui," he says referring to a part of Thailand.

"You've been to Thailand?" You gasped. "That's so cool."

"And Japan," he adds. "China, Malaysia, India, every country in Europe."

You shake your head, stunned at his list of traveling destinations.

"That's amazing," you exhale nuzzling further into Axel's side.

"You ever been to Europe?" He inquires.

"No," you admit sadly. "Sam has taken me to Disney World a few times when we were kids, but other than California, I haven't been anywhere."

He nods, taking in your words.

"I really like it here though, being able to come here has been eye opening. Makes me want to see the rest of the world," you say thoughtfully.

"What do you hope to see while here?" Axel asks as you turn a corner into an alley way covered from wall to wall of art, lights hanging above you.

"Everything," you say untangling yourself from his hold to look closer at a mural on the wall. "Las Ramblas, Cascada Monumental, Park Güel!"

Axel stood behind you watching as you admired the painting, a small smile on his face as he listened to you ramble about your wants and wishes.

"And end with fight for the world tournament of karate?" He asks with a slight chuckle coming up to your side.

''And maybe something else," you tease him glancing up into his dark blue orbs. He reached towards you, moving the strands of hair away from your face so he could see your eyes.

"Can we take a picture together?" You ask almost shyly. You wanted to memorize this trip through and through, and you especially wanted proof that you had in fact met someone across the world that you very much liked.

"Anything for you," he says making your heart flutter. Axel stood behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, gently taking your phone from your hand to take your picture.

You leaned back into his chest, smiling with complete bliss as he snapped a few pictures, your face feeling warm when he takes a few of him kissing your cheek then your lips.

But of course, there's an interruption when a back door is slammed open and out fall a few members of Cobra Kai.

"Ohh, what do we have here?" Kwon spoke almost slurring his words letting you know he had been drinking. You rolled your eyes as he and his teammates stood around you.

"How cute," your opponent says observing the situation in front of him. "Little rival team play time, huh?"

Him and his friends laughed making you huff in annoyance. Axel stood still a look of anger casting across his face.

"Just ignore them," you say making the tall boy look down at you. He silently agreed, both of you working to move past them.

Two members of the Cobra Kai gang closed in on you, not allowing you to pass through.

"Say the magic words," Kwon cockily dared you. Your blood began to boil at his arrogance, it was a perfect night and they were ruining it.

"Move aside," you state slowly. Kwon looked Axel then back at you, faking a shock.

"Wrong," he says pissing you off further.

"Get the hell out of our way and leave us alone," you seethed not being able to control your anger for much longer.

With a fake innocent look on his face, Kwon bends down to your level resting his hands on his knees before stating, "only if you say 'please."

As Kwon sent you a smug smile, you were ready to deck him in the face when another member suddenly attacked Axel.

"Hit me, come on," Kwon taunts you, tapping his chin for you to hit him.

As Axel threw his teammate into Kwon, you followed your instincts to turn and kick the other member that threatened to attack you.

When he landed on the floor, you turned back to Kwon who stood toe to toe with Axel, instigating a fight.

"Come on, I'll take you both, let's go," he challenged us. Suddenly the sounds of sirens were heard in the distance bringing you back to reality.

"We need to go," you say hurriedly stepping in front of your date gently pushing him back.

"I'll see you on the mat," Kwon promises.

"Come on," you beg grabbing Axel's hand tugging him with you. He finally listens to you, and you both run in the opposite direction of Cobra Kai.

When you make it to the beach, you halt to a stop, bending over to catch your breath.

"That," you inhale. "Was Cobra Kai. Actual pricks."

You had explained the entire back story during dinner to what brought your team to the Sekai Taikai, not leaving a single detail out.

"I can see why," Axel pants. Tiredly, you plop down onto the sand, the tall boy mimicking your actions.

"Nice round kick," he says a big grin on his face making you laugh.

"Nice counter strike," you throw back at him a small grin on your face. He chuckles watching as you turned to face him, his eyes becoming hazy.

Within the heat of the moment, you lean forward smashing your lips together, lips moving in sync with one another. You moved to straddle his waist, his hands going straight to your waist.

A fire ignited in the pit of your stomach as you felt him open his mouth allowing you to explore it with your tongue.

Gently pushing him on his back, your lips never disconnected, his grabby hands wondering over your backside.

Axel moaned as you lightly bit his lower lip as you tore apart for air.

"Best date ever," you whispered looking through half lidded eyes.

"Definitely," he agreed with a small smirk before tangling his long fingers through your hair pulling your head back down to continue what you had started.

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part 3

Tag List: @karmaswitch

(a/n: um omg thank you for requesting a part two?? i’ve never done this before this is so exciting, and lmk if y’all wanna be added to the tag list!! i’ve been a wattpad girlie since i was 12 and was so intimidated to write for tumblr but it is so nice over here lol. incase you’re a fan of Teen Wolf i do have a book on wattpad for Liam Dunbar, my user is @ district12girlonfire that has been my pride and joyyyy.

anyway, part 3?)

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - The Summer Games BLgin.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Those Greeks did have that reputation for naked dudes rolling around together so I'm declaring it...

BL OLYMPICS!

I'll be passing out metals in various sporting events, as part of the weekly updates through mid August, just for funzies.

July 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) eps 9-10 of 12 - I guess mass murder is nothing next to having to raise funds for your basketball club. There were a lot of water sports in these eps (no not that kind). I’m not complaining. The street BB playoffs were fun. Frank is GOOD. I didn’t know he played. They aren’t using doubles for this. Meanwhile, it’s a bummer this one can’t be a poly romance. 

Winner!

Gold in Handball

for that shower scene in ep 9 (also... ya know, DUNK TANKS)

Balls in hands of all types.

Briefly must chat about that intro/outro music. It's like Thai autotuned Stray Kids. Which means I kinda adore it.

Century of Love (Weds Gaga) eps 5-6 of 10 - I guess he’s had a long time to learn how to fight really really well. This is a fun show. It does occasionally feel like a bunch of gay boys playing dress up. I LIKE P’Third a lot. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be an actual baddie. I’m finding the music a little intrusive in these episodes. I love the deconstructed suits look, and the velvet blazer. Very 90s. The confessions scene was very cute. It’s a good thing Vee is so easy-going, because the last few months of his life have been truly insane. And now he’s queen of the castle? Still working his convenience store job?

I honestly thought we'd just get kisses halfway through not a full on sex scene. But it was very sweet and tender. Appreciated, boys, thanks. However it’s never a good sign when the sex scene is it at the halfway point, it just means there’s gonna be a lot of trauma to come.

(I gotta say every time Daou smiles he actually looks his age.) 

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I like them now. I mean as a pair of characters. I wasn’t really sold on the main couple until this episode, and now I’m interested (yes I am shallow). The boy with the glasses is definitely sus. I’m quite drunk, thus I have to say Sailub is the hottest thing on my screen right now. Metas's taste in interior design sucks. OK, that physical therapy session was sexy. I wasn’t sold at first, but now I love this side couple too.

Argh. SailubPon kiss so well. Also COUNTER LIFT!!!! 

Silver in Weightlifting

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - I’m the one who always says this stuff, but this pair might be the best at relationship heat. Let me try to explain. They are good at putting on screen the kind of NRE, want to bone, just really into each other physically and also connected and loving. It’s the way their bodies always arch towards each other. They’re very comfortable in each other’s space in a way that’s really rare to see out of Any BL country but Taiwan. I think they might be my favorite couple currently active. I don’t know how to put it except that

it looks like they want each other,

it looks like they like each other,

it looks like they’re into each other,

and it looks like they GET each other.

It’s nice to see on screen. The plots/stories/narratives that they're given aren’t doing them any favors, but man they’re a good pair. Meanwhile, was I screaming the whole time don’t rip the sample of the custom piece? Yes I was. But it was still sexy.

Sam getting discovered was fun! Yo is gonna burn his arse good.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Okay! Officially boyfriends. I almost like the friendship btw Atom and Mudmee better than the romances. But they all so cute. 

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I hate the gf intern so much. I think she is past redemption now - time for death. What is it they say about ADs? they do all the work, for none of the credit but all of the blame.

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I guess Peak’s dad really is that awful. Jane is the beard? Got it. The show got suddenly quite sweet and complex. Where did that come from? Meanwhile ,Almond + Latte + sex education is awesome. Great trope we rarely get in BL. 

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - Look, what’s really annoying me is that I am neither upset nor pleased with the show. I like to be driven one way or the other by Meme. Trash watch here. (delayed this week, I can't face it)

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 1-2 of 12 - Out the gate I don’t like it. I don’t really like the teasing thing and the acting is poor. That said, neck kisses in the very first episode do make me happy. So I’m gonna keep watching. As for ep 2, I like the sides, and we have gay brothers trope activated. I also like the paranormal element, it adds some much-needed tension, but it is still a little slow (typical of a pulp).

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like our poor lost puppy slowly figuring out what’s going on. It’s so elegantly done. Also, the the boy begs his quiet seme to SAY something, you know he’s gonna DO something instead. 

I could have done wihtout the pan around the head kiss. We over that, 8 years ago.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Why don’t I like this show? I had to think about it quite a bit. It’s the power differential. I never enjoy it when the character with less power is the one doing the pursuing, it comes off as too desperate or something. In this case he is: from the country, poor, and younger, It just makes Takara’s dismissive attitude and snobbery unpleasant to watch. Also, you know me, =/= obsessive stalker behavior. 

It's airing but...

Bad Guy (Korea YT) - yeah, erm, no thank you.

4 Minutes (Thai Netflix/Grey) ep... - Great, a rich boy studying business at uni, suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future. I try to catch up next week.

I have a source, but I simply didn’t have time to watch it. So sorry. Too much traveling too much BL to keep up with. A perfect conflation of conflicting priorities.

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - it's your funeral (or, more likely, one of the main characters'). You can argue but... statistics. You know my feelings on this matter. MY BLOG, remember?

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In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Up Next!

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return, and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: the premise? Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

8/4 Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - OMG a uni student who looks too young and a... COP. GAH. The subversion and kink of it all. Please Gaga pick this one up? They made it for US.

8/7 Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Weds ????) 8 eps - office romance around the makeup counter featuring a younger seme and sex by blackmail. I am intrigued. DFTUJ (don't fuck this up, Japan).

8/8 Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs WeTV ) 12 eps - I am so DAMN excited to see Big finally lead a BL. I can't even with this, one of my most anticipated of this year. He's a great kisser ya'll, he's kissed a lot of boys as second lead. I can't WAIT.

8/12 First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) 12 eps - About a singer with stage fright and his timid fan stars Charles (H4 the puppy one) and Michael Chang (the youngster in My Tooth Your Love), plus side couple featuring a Thai actor Jame (Koh in Gen Y) and Liu Min Ting (of Guardian fame). What a damn tean. I can't wait. With thier powers combined!

8/16 The Last Time (Thai Fri YT) ? eps - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something.

8/22 The Paradise of Thorns (Thai movie) theater release - Jeff Satur is back but this does not look like a BL (the gay lover's death is the inciting event). More in Goodbye Mother vein. Looks dark and dramatic. He opposite and extremely well known actor Toey Pongsakorn who has never done gay before.

Addicted Heroin (Thailand adaptation) is also supposed to release this month. GIVE IT TOO MEEEEEE. I don't care about anything else but August back on my screen. It's been almost a decade since he did BL.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

This week's adventures in caption "out of" and "off" are not the same thing. This is an uncomfortable thought.

I'm so tired I'm seeing double. This is all you get.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

Sports in Play (the jokes write themselves) )

Boxing

Breaking

(That's Not) Cricket

Diving (yes, for that)

Fencing (yes, with those)

Handball (exactly what it says, no, read the word.. again)

Rhythmic Gymnastics (obvs)

Squash (snicker)

Surfing

Swimming

Trampoline

Weightlifting

Wrestling

[ipaintsmilestocoverthepain]

[castielthinkr]

ELECTRIC [ih-lek-trik] adjective. electrifying; thrilling; exciting; stirring

dean x fem!reader cw suggestive (mdni), making out, nicknames (sweetheart, his girl, darlin’), swearing, minor spoilers for s3/4? (hell) wc 746 cross posted on ao3

summary to dean, you’ve never looked better than when you’re covered in blood and sweat after a hunt notes this is 100% self indulgent. i need this man like i need oxygen

dean knew, deep down, that you could handle yourself. you were a big girl with an even bigger gun - anything in its right mind would fear you.

still, that didn’t stop him pacing anxiously while he and sam waited for you to finish the hunt. it was one of the more simple hunts they’d had in a while; a witch was luring men to a house deep in the woods where they’d be put under a spell the second they stepped foot inside.

dean would honestly rather have been completely pliant under the witches thumb than let you go in alone, but you and sam were adamant.

waiting for you felt like a lifetime, and he’d lost count of how many times he’d heard sam tell him to “just sit down” but he couldn’t, not while his girl was in there alone. even sam was beginning to get a little antsy before you finally emerged.

you were panting, covered in blood splatters (dean hoped none of it was yours) and sweat.

to dean, you’d never looked hotter.

he was so entranced by you that he almost missed you recapping your fight to sam, instead watching you effortlessly clean off your blade and gun and feeling his jeans get a little tighter.

“dean,” you said, clicking in front of his face, “you good?”

he smirked. “yeah, sweetheart. i’m good.”

“you’re disgusting,” sam mumbled almost immediately, heading off to the impala.

dean looked you up and down and you raised an eyebrow. “what about me looking this gross turns you on? i’m covered in some random witches blood, my own blood, and dirt and god knows what else-” you started, but dean took a few steps towards you and your words died in your throat.

“sweetheart,” he drawled, the southern twang in his voice heavy, “you always - always - look hotter than hell. and trust me, i’ve been there.”

he moved closer, one hand hovering at your waist. “may i?” he asked, his voice low and thick.

“please,” you all but whined in return, not trusting yourself to speak more.

dean’s hand landed on your waist, and your body lit on fire. he moved impossibly closer, your lips meeting his in the middle as electricity exploded between you.

kissing dean was like nothing you’d ever felt before. his lips were soft, softer than you’d thought (and you’d definitely thought about them before). he was gentle at first, but as you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, he grew more passionate, rougher, almost like he couldn’t control himself, fighting you for dominance.

he pushed you against the side of the house, body flush against yours. one of his hands was still stuck to your waist while the other roamed your body, mapping out your hips, your ass, your waist in his mind.

you moaned as he tried desperately to get closer to you, deepening the kiss even more. you could feel everything - his chest, his abs, the bulge in his jeans (that made you smile into the kiss - you knew the effect you had on him, but feeling it was something else). you ran your hands up his stomach, feeling up his chest before they eventually settled at the nape of his neck. you tugged at his hair a little, eliciting a groan from the man in front of you.

“fuck, y’can’t do that to me, darlin’,” he said, breaking the kiss.

to him, you looked stunning. your pupils were blown out, lips swollen, and face flushed.

from your point of view, things didn’t look much different. dean looked positively angelic, eyes half lidded and focused only on you, hair a mess, panting hard.

you were about to lean in again, chasing more of the passion, the electricity that flowed between the two of you, when dean’s phone rang. he groaned, checking the id.

“sam,” he supplied, briefly flashing you his phone screen.

“we should head back,” you said, still breathless.

“let’s continue this later then, sweetheart.”

you made your way to the impala where sam was waiting, an impatient yet knowing look on his face. you climbed into baby, not saying a word.

sam didn’t see you on the ride back, adjusting your jeans and sitting with your legs crossed the whole time.

dean, however, did. his thoughts were already drifting to getting a second motel room before, but now it was first on his to-do list when you got back.

[doodler16]

I feel like Velvette was only confirmed as lesbian for two reasons (and both involve Vivziepop getting pissed):

Velvette is a lesbian because,once again,Vivziepop got tired of people criticizing her wlw representation and pulled another move on her similar to the Martha X Mayberry nonsense.

Velvette is a lesbian because Viv got mad at people for shipping her with the other VEES,especially the poly option since she sees polyamory as being the same thing as cheating (and is saying this as if she doesn't get off on that shit. Fucking hypocrite),and so decided to make Vel into girls to keep her away from the ValVox "OTP".

The world will never know, either way it was Sam (probablyfakeblonde) who was responsible for making Velvette a lesbian. I better see Velvette on screen in 4k, deep throating a woman.

If Vox and Valentino can have scenes like that so can our girl Velvette. I feel like I missed an arc with this whole Vivziepop allegedly hating on polyamorous relationships.

[viewofagarden]

[DW x DR] Toon Ultimates

Just a fun idea: What if the Dandy's World Toons had talents like in Danganronpa? And yes some of them are gonna share talents with the canon DR characters. Not counting Pebble or Coal because they are dogs.

For the record, I'm not making a Danganronpa AU. Though I might use this talent Idea for a different AU in the future.

Dandy: Ultimate Botanist/Gardener Astro: Ultimate Astronomer Bassie: Ultimate Florist Blot: Ultimate Mime Bobette: Ultimate Toymaker Boxten: Ultimate Musician Brightney: Ultimate Librarian Cocoa: Ultimate Chocolatier Connie: Ultimate Prankster Cosmo: Ultimate Patisserie Eggson: Ultimate Egg Hunter Finn: Ultimate Fisherman Flutter: Ultimate Aerialist Flyte: Ultimate Scrapbooker Gigi: Ultimate Collector Ginger: Ultimate Decorator Glisten: Ultimate Makeup Artist Goob: Ultimate Track Star??? (Based on his stats/distractor play style) Looey: Ultimate Clown Poppy: Ultimate Fashionista (Based on her dialogue) Razzle and Dazzle: Ultimate Thespians Rodger: Ultimate Detective Rudie: Ultimate Deliveryman? (Cause you know, reindeer, Santa, delivering presents?) Scraps: Ultimate Artisan (You know, like someone that makes crafts?) Shelly: Ultimate Paleontologist Shrimpo: Ultimate Brawler Sprout: Ultimate Baker Teagan: Ultimate Hostess Tisha: Ultimate Housekeeper/Maid Toodles: Ultimate Lucky Girl (Based on her ability) Vee: Ultimate TV Host Yatta: Ultimate Acrobat

And for the OC's (under the "read more")

Ace: Ultimate Magician/Illusionist Annie: Ultimate Party Planner Barry: Ultimate Bodyguard Booklyn: Ultimate Novelist Calvin: Ultimate Mathematician Chillian: Ultimate Snowboarder Clover: Ultimate Treasurer Claude: Ultimate Painter DJ: Ultimate Disc Jockey Frankie: Ultimate Inventor Geo: Ultimate Navigator Halo: Ultimate Peacekeeper Luci: Ultimate Troublemaker Oakley: Ultimate Zoologist Pearl: Ultimate Marine Biologist Pimenta: Ultimate Chef Pixi: Ultimate Fairy Godmother/Wish Granter Pomela: Ultimate Cheerleader Qwerty: Ultimate Programmer Raine: Ultimate Weather Forecaster Romeo: Ultimate Matchmaker Rugby: Ultimate Soccer Star Sam: Ultimate Gamer Shotson: Ultimate Doctor Stitch: Ultimate Seamstress Ticker: Ultimate Timekeeper Webby: Ultimate Entomologist Zester: Ultimate Electrician (Cause lemon batteries)

[gabriels-blade]

[Birthday Smash]

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Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Implied Smut, Praise, Kinda Fluff, Only a Drabble

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Summary: Giving Sam a good birthday for once.

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“Happy birthday, Sam.”

You watch those puppy dog eyes widen as you stand there, dressed in a cute little set of nightwear - made to show off all his favorite bits of you, accentuate those details you often overlook… Oh, he looks at you with big pupils, almost as though your presence just made him high as heaven.

“Ready to unwrap your present?”

His hands are on you before you can blink, tugging you onto his lap, smothering you in fevered kisses.

“You're so gorgeous…”

He deserves this… He deserves to let go and just sink into something warm and nice. Deserves to have a good birthday for once. You'll worry about his other presents later, for now you just let your lover lose himself in you.

[x-press-it]

Welcome Home, Birthday Boy

The best surprises are the ones that wait for you. 🎞️🖤🌹✅

TFATWS!Bucky x Greek!fem!OC x TFATWS!Sam

Summary: After a long trip, Bucky comes home to warmth, laughter, and a surprise waiting for him—one that reminds him exactly where he belongs

Content Warnings: Established relationship, Vee Polycule into Delta - Pet Names (Méli mou: My Honey, Gliké mou: My Sweet) - A very thin dash of Angst. Fluff. Domestic vibe - Timeline is a year or so after The Falcon and The Winter Woldier.

English and greek aren't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...

Notes: This is the first of a series of domestic ficlets I want to write about Bucky x Angeliki x Sam's polycule and I thought it would be the perfect subject to introduce them and their dynamic.

Posted a Bucky's smut fic yesterday and wanted to do something sweeter today for Bucky's birthday.

Fun fact my husband birthday was yesterday, only realized this year their birthdays are back to back XD

Need some music? I’ve got you. And just in case you need a second one. (Those are the songs playing in the background.)

Word Count: 1.2K

The flight home had been long. Too damn long.

Even for someone like Bucky, who had lived through every kind of discomfort known to man, jet lag still hit like a punch to the gut. His bones ached—not from the training with the Dora Milaje, not from the recalibration Shuri had run on his arm, but from sheer exhaustion. His body felt like lead, his head foggy, and all he wanted was to crash face-first into his bed and sleep for a month.

At least, that had been the plan.

But when he stepped off the plane, no familiar faces had been waiting for him. No Angeliki with her knowing smirk, teasing him for being an old man. No Sam, cracking some dumb joke about how Wakanda hadn’t managed to make him less grumpy. Just an impersonal text:

"Busy. Come straight home. See you soon."

It sat heavy in his chest.

He told himself it wasn’t a big deal. They had lives, plans, responsibilities. He was being stupid for expecting anything different. Still, after a week away, after being wrapped in memories he didn’t want, surrounded by people who respected him but didn’t know him, their absence in the airport’s constant hum and buzz had stung more than he wanted to admit.

Maybe that was why, as he came out of the elevator onto their floor, his steps were heavier than usual. Why his breath came out slow and quiet, like he was bracing for something.

And then—

Melodious laughter.

Muffled, soft. Warmth carried through the door.

Angeliki’s laugh, bright and unrestrained, followed by Sam’s deep, rolling voice, too low to make out the words.

Bucky stopped in his tracks.

His fingers curled around the strap of his duffel bag, his throat tight.

That sound—God, that sound—it wrapped around him, loosened something in his chest even as it ached.

He was home.

And yet…

If they were here, if they had time to sit and talk and laugh, they could have picked him up. They could have spared him an hour, a few minutes, something.

His jaw clenched.

But before that feeling could settle, before it could fester into something uglier, another sound filtered through the door—the unmistakable clatter of pots, the scrape of metal against glass.

Cooking.

And the smell—rich, deep, layered—

Bucky frowned.

That wasn’t takeout. That was home-cooked. And not just any home-cooked meal, but something Greek. He recognized it now, the familiar scent of cinnamon, eggplant, something roasting in the oven.

Something Angeliki had spent hours making.

Her grandma’s recipe.

Bucky exhaled sharply, his grip on his bag loosening.

Maybe he was an idiot.

Maybe they had been busy.

And maybe—just maybe—they had been waiting for him all along.

He sighed, ran a hand through his short hair, and finally turned his key in the lock.

The moment he stepped inside, the scent hit him full force—rich, savory, mouthwatering. His stomach clenched in protest, a sharp reminder of just how long it had been since he’d had a proper meal.

He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, nudging his boots off with his toes, his duffel bag landing in the usual spot by the entrance—forgotten the second it left his grip.

From the kitchen, a faint rhythm drifted through the apartment. Slow beats, a languid melody—exactly the kind of music Angeliki liked. She always had something playing when she cooked or handled chores. And if she didn’t, she’d hum, sometimes sing under her breath, like music was stitched into her very being.

But right now, she was laughing.

The sound was clear, chiming like a bell, warm and sweet in a way that curled around him, pressing against the parts of himself still wound tight from the trip. It pulled at something deep in his chest—memories of evenings spent just like this, of meals shared, of Sam’s teasing and Angeliki’s exasperated fondness.

Some of the tension bled from his shoulders as he rolled his neck, following the scent and the soft hum of conversation that grew clearer with each step.

Bucky smirked as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

The sight that greeted him was one he never would have imagined for himself a few years ago—Sam Wilson, Captain America himself, sleeves rolled up, hands dusted with flour, a toothy grin on his face, looking far too pleased with himself. Next to him, Angeliki stood with her dark hair tied up in a messy bun, hands on her hips, exasperated but fond. A streak of flour ran across her cheek, and Bucky had the sudden urge to brush it off with his thumb.

The kitchen was a mess. Fine white powder dusted the counter, a measuring cup teetered on the edge of the sink, a bowl full of slices of caramelized plums, and an open bag of flour sat dangerously close to disaster. The moussaka was in the oven, its rich scent filling the air, but right now, they were focused on the pancake batter.

“—Not that much sugar, Méli mou!” Angeliki’s voice rang out, firm but amused. “We’re making pancakes, not trying to put him in a food coma.”

“Hey, I know what I’m doin’.” Sam sounded defensive, but Bucky could already see the smug grin tugging at his lips. “Besides, these are birthday pancakes. Gotta put some love in it.”

“Love, yes. A whole bucket of sugar? No.”

Bucky let out a low chuckle, drawing their attention. “You let him near the sugar again? Rookie mistake.”

Angeliki’s head snapped toward him, and for a split second, surprise and flecks of gold flickered in her storm-gray eyes before warmth took over, making them dance. “Bucky.”

His name came out soft, like a sigh of relief, like maybe she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

Then she was moving, wiping her hands on her apron before crossing the space between them in two swift strides. She didn’t hesitate before wrapping her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest. The scent of perfume from her hair—roses and argan oil, sweet and spicy—and something distinctly her curled around him.

A breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding left his lungs.

“You’re home,” she exhaled in a sigh.

Sam, ever the instigator, grinned at them over Angeliki’s head. “Damn, Buck. Took you long enough.”

Bucky huffed but didn’t pull away. “Would’ve been here sooner if someone picked me up from the airport.”

Angeliki pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, and her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “If we did, you wouldn’t have had a surprise waiting, gliké mou.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, pretending to consider it. “Still sounds like an excuse.”

Sam scoffed. “You’re complainin’, but I see you eatin’ those pancakes the second they’re done.”

Bucky smirked. “Damn right I will.”

Angeliki rolled her eyes but tugged him by the wrist toward the kitchen. “C’mon, birthday boy. If you’re gonna complain, you might as well help.”

Bucky sighed dramatically, but there was no real frustration behind it. Instead, he let himself be pulled in. He stepped up behind her, looping an arm around her waist and pressing his lips to her temple, feeling the last of his travel-worn exhaustion melt away.

Angeliki leaned into him, instinctively, chuckling and Sam watched the exchange, his brown eyes filled with an unmistakable fondness.

This warmth, this laughter, this love.

Yeah.

This was home.

And it might be his birthday, but this was the best gift he could ask for.

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quiet

part 2 of jealousy?

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors!

a/n: check out my Wattpad fr, it's ikvor_

tara · @ tarafilms

; tara

y/n?

who are you jealous offf

please tell me

I'm also curious

like the other's:((

; y/n

I'm sorryy, i can't tell you

it's not like I don't trust you tar

it's js stopping me from

telling youuu

; tara

c'mon bb, we've been friends

since like, years nowww

and you don't tell me who you are jealous of:((

I'm gonna be sad

; y/n

I'm sorryy, but I cannot tell you hehe

I promise, i trust you but i cannot tell youu

; tara

but you told ethan, and anika

not me?:(

I'm sad now

; y/n

sorryy tar, I promise

I do trust you but, I just cannot..

nevermind

tara looked at the message y/n sent, she sighed, sadly smashing her head on her pillow. thinking that she made a mistake.

timeskip wherein sam and tara goes to McDonald's, to bond with their friends.

while at McDonald's, you and tara sat next to each other. not talking, and ignoring eye contacts. Tara was probably sulking at you, since you didn't tell her about the person you were jealous of.

you brushed it off and listened to music, leaning your head onto the window. “look’s like someone doesn't have a partner here.” Mindy jokes.

you didn't hear anything, and continued listening to music. the food arrived, and the only thing you order was a coke float.

even if you didn't eat anything for the whole day, you pretty much didn't care. while the other's were talking, you were take a sip on your coke float watching videos of jessii vee’s urban legends.

tara noticed how quiet you were, she wasn't used to you being quiet. since you were quite a talkative person, but she was trying to be cold towards you.

you took your headphones off, finally. and heard tara and chad flirting, since tara is next to you and on her side was chad. the both of them flirted, it felt like you were a ghost to her.

they started shipping chad and tara together, which made your heart shatter. but you held it in, and played along with their jokes. you sucked in your tear's.

“uhm.. i gotta go. my tita auntie is already finding me, bye." you waved a goodbye, and stormed out of McDonald's. tears falling off your face, it hurt's seeing tara and chad flirting with each other.

but you knew, if you would've distanced yourself from tara for quite awhile, it was for the better.

the rain started pouring on you, your day was getting worser and worser.

walking home, in the rain, tears streaming down your face.