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buckys3rdnip · 1 month ago

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Pulling at Heartstrings

"You listen to music while you shoot people?"

"You dont?"

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader (F) 18+ (mdni)

Warnings/Tags: Ambiguous timeline, Classic tower fic, Music lover/dependent reader, a little bit of Sexual tension if you squint, Sniper!Reader, One-shot/Drabble maybe eventually a fic, Fluff, Age-Gap, Possessive Bucky, Mutual-pining, Insecure Reader, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You hate silence. Every hour of the day, there was either a speaker or earphones feeding you the sweet melodies of hyperspecific playlists and songs that were just right—anything to fill the silence. After a while of being an Avenger, you began to grow feelings for the former Winter Soldier, becoming good friends and work partners. Suddenly, the 40s were sounding pretty good in your ears.

Author’s Note: My first fic on here! I’ve been listening to too much 40s and 50s music and wanted to write something that was tooth-rottingly fluffy. I highly recommend listening to the song attached or maybe reading the lyrics to enjoy the full extent of the story but its not totally necessary! :)

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Everyone has quirks and unique habits that might be considered irrelevant to some, while others rely on these little nuances to better understand those around them.

Bucky was the latter.

Despite being a couple of decades behind, about 10, it didn't go unnoticed to Bucky how whenever there was music playing, it was usually by you, and if anyone cared enough to pay close attention (which he did), it gave pretty good insight into how you were feeling throughout the day. Some songs meant good days, others meant not-so-good days, and then there were the ones that had made him curious. He took note of how recently, in between your usual rotations of 90's rock and grungey new-wave taste you had, there'd be an occasional song or two he could surprisingly recognize coming from your room, only because it'd be something between the 1930s or 40's. Especially on the days you’d spend together, either training, working, or sometimes after just being around one another long enough.

It was the morning after your most recent mission with Bucky. Normally, the mornings weren’t really your thing, meanwhile Bucky’s already on his run just before the sun came up. You wake up at about 8:00am, thankfully, you had no missions today, which meant you could enjoy a Saturday for the first time in weeks. Regardless of the day, you never changed your morning routine. At this point, it was a ritual, so to speak. After waking up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t skip a beat as you hurry to rummage through your shelf full of mixtapes, CDs, records, etc. Oh, sure, you had Bluetooth speakers in your room, the compound surrounded you in the latest tech, inaccessible to civilians probably for the next 30 to 50 years- it was like living in the future, confined to just this tower alone. But you also had an appreciation for tangible, real things. Old things. Your civies were comprised of vintage band shirts and ripped jean shorts, all covered in a mix of your perfume and the scent of gunpowder. Maybe in another life, you’d be a video vixen for the newest up-and-coming rock band of the century, instead of being perched on rooftops, taking people out in broad daylight or under the cover of shadows.

You pop a tape into the stereo that’s set up by your dresser, the floor-to-ceiling window flooding in the warm sunlight rising over New York as you hit play and wake yourself up for the day ahead. You’ve always had a broad taste with some select favorites, your usual choices on the more alternative side, but you enjoyed the occasional ballet or 80s hit, to switch things up. However, lately your song choices have been a bit different. As the song began to play, you hummed along. This morning, you were listening to a song from the 50s by a female group that seemed to perfectly capture the inner turmoil you were silently facing.

It didn’t matter how well you shot, how high your mission success rate was, or how proficient your training and performance were. Bucky was stubborn, and had a tendency to doubt. It wasn’t anything against you or your skills, but rather his distrust towards the world and its merciless inhabitants. After growing closer over time, you and Bucky naturally learned each other’s characteristics, you quickly discovered how…protective Bucky was. Overbearing was really the word you were looking for. He had a habit of hovering, almost helicoptering at times, on missions and at home. If you were hanging around someone else for too long or if one of the guys made you laugh a bit too hard, the tension in Bucky’s jaw and shoulders seemed to tighten with irritation. Of course, this usually went unnoticed by you; after all, his grumpy exterior wasn’t exactly out of character for him. One thing he did that got under your skin a bit was remind you of the fact that you’re younger. Not by much (according to your opinion), even if he was about 100 years old, it’s not like he was really that ancient, and you weren’t a child. Being a young woman in your 20s, you didn’t take kindly to being referred to as anything but a grown adult. But it seemed like you couldn’t escape the offhanded use of ‘kid’ he or some of the others threw around while talking to or scolding you. You honestly couldn’t care less if it came from anyone else. But the fact that it was him bothered you to no end. The stories you’d hear from Steve of Bucky being quite the charmer with women and hearing about the type of women he had gone for before the war left you feeling unsettled, maybe at times anxious, and a little bit insecure. You couldn’t deny that at times, when under stress, you had the habit of acting like a raging teenager who was angry at anything- everything. This only strengthened your self-consciousness. As you mumbled the words and hummed along to the tune, you peeled off the sleep shirt you wore to bed, changing into some black shorts and a t-shirt with the neckline cut across so it would hang off your shoulders, revealing the black bra straps hugging your triceps. You make sure to shut off the stereo before heading to the kitchen and common area to fix yourself something up. A smile twitches at the corners of your lips as you see Bucky, white tank top and basketball shorts, post-run run sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee, reading a newspaper.

“Y’know most people watch the news nowadays.” You say, walking over to the coffee maker against the kitchen backsplash. He doesn’t look up, but the chuckle in his throat makes your heart skip a small beat.

“Yeah, well, I’m not interested in hearing a news anchor shout at me this early, so words and pictures are doing just fine for now.” He speaks through another soft chuckle, his lips curling into the most heartthrobbed smile, and he wasn’t even looking in your direction, yet it was enough for you to make the mistake of overpouring your coffee. “Oh shit-” You winced and put down your mug, whispering a small string of curses under your breathing, verbally berating the hot liquid as you quickly wiped away at the small spill on the counter. Bucky's eyes shot up from the paper, following you as you scrambled, quickly cleaning your mess despite the lack of actual urgency to do so. He found your erratic nature…endearing. “You okay?” His tone was toeing the line between genuine concern and slight amusement in seeing you flustered over spilled coffee. “Yeah, I got it..” You reluctantly grumbled as you wiped down the side of your mug.

A few minutes pass, you finish making your coffee with no more casualties to the counters and floor, taking a seat beside Bucky, with your elbows propped up as you sip on the warm beverage. A couple more seconds of quiet continue to fill the room before Bucky thankfully breaks it. His next words, however, nearly make you choke as he casually speaks. “So, The Poni-Tails, huh? I prefer the stuff made in the 40s, but maybe the 50s is acceptable, not sure how great those were.” You realize halfway through his sentence that he’s looking at you again. “…I knew my stuff was loud, but I didn’t think it was that loud.” You reply in a bit of a nervous laugh. “That’s a lie. You know exactly how loud you can be.” Bucky’s still smiling, you had to pretend you weren’t absolutely reeling at the sight of it, not to mention his words making your brain make associations that probably weren’t appropriate for this conversation. “I gotta admit, I don’t think I’ve heard you play that one before. That one's new.” He added on, leaning in a little in a slightly playful manner. The fact that he could pick up on the correlation between you and your music selections made your brain short-circuit a little from the disbelief that anyone on this planet would even pay the smallest bit of attention to that kind of detail about you. You could’ve sworn you forgot how to speak for a second. You don’t even notice his empty cup as he stood up from his seat to go put it in the dishwasher, your gaze following him as you struggled to find anything to say, but that was okay because he wasn’t done.

“If I wasn’t busy being such a hardass, I would’ve picked up on it sooner.” He began, setting the cup down before walking over to you as you shifted in your seat a bit, your eyes soft and full like a doe in the forest as you looked up at Bucky. His hands reaching down to grip the sides of your stool, you felt his thumbs graze the outer part of your thighs as his fingers curled around the edges of your seat, his gaze boring into you. “Do you really think I don’t…feel things for you?” His voice was soft, the gravel at his throat rumbling in his words as he spoke in a gentle, almost vulnerable tone, searching your eyes for how you truly felt. Your lips were slightly parted as you stared up at him in surprise, taken aback by his forwardness.

“No, I-” You cleared your throat a bit as you felt embarrassment creep up on your cheeks as they grew warmer. “…I didn’t.” You managed to finish. Bucky hung his head for a moment with a soft sigh, he seemed disappointed…but in himself? He shook his head disapprovingly before lifting it back up to meet your nervous eyes. His thumb gently rubbed small circles on the side of your thigh beside your knee. “I didn’t know you were having a hard time. I never meant to make you feel this way, like you couldn’t be enough for me. It’s the complete opposite…” He trailed off. Bucky chewed at his bottom lip for a moment to stifle a curse as he brought up his hand to cup your cheek. The flesh of his palm was warm as it met your face, his touch gentle. “...The fact is, I need you, I rely on you to keep me from losing my mind in all this noise...Even if it makes me selfish I don't care, I can’t stand the thought of having to share you with anyone...” He breathed, hanging his head again with a small sigh.

"You're more than what I deserve and all I desire."

Your heart is beating so fast you feel it in your head and at the tips of your fingers as his words sink in. You had spent hours, even full nights, consumed with dread, telling yourself that you were the wrong girl from the wrong time, doubting yourself and your chances with someone as extraordinary as the man before you. But here he was, snuffing your doubts and proving your demons wrong. Not only was your love for him requited, but he was looking at you like you were his salvation, and as far as Bucky was concerned; you were.

"Stop looking at me like that before I kiss you..." You say, your breath shaky as your worries from before had subsided, now your only concern being whether or not you can practice the little sense of self restraint you had left when it came to Bucky.

He doesn't even hesiate, not sparing another second being away from you as he leans forward. Your lips locking and drowning into one another, as if you had been stranded in the desert and this was your oasis. It was perfect, he was perfect and so were you- Bucky didn't care what he had to do to make sure you knew that. He'd spend every day of the rest of his life convincing you if he had to. You both pull away, your lips ghosting each other, brushing against the skin as even your breaths seemed to synchronize from the small heat of passion.

"Can..we do that again?" You softly panted.

Bucky couldn't hold back a toothy grin, chuckling softly. "We'll be doing that and a whole lot more."

END.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #fanfic #avenger reader #fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #thunderbolts #caws #cacw #tfaws #Spotify

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jamneuromain · 10 months ago

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Stalker Lady pt. 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warning: Mean!Simon Riley, Voice (PORN) actor!Simon Riley, patron!reader, neighbor!AU, description of audio porn and stalking behavior. bad language word people we're talking about audio porn here

Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

A/N: This fic is my rehab-going-back-into-writing fic. And it's the first time I'm writing for "Ghost" I've honestly never played COD. But here's my idea of the scary (not really lol) simon ghost riley :3

After enduring your rented noisy flat for nearly six months, the construction of your new house is finally completed, which is a total relief. You now have a house of your own.

It’s a small place in the suburbs, with a handful of neighbors on the same block, and a decent lawn that you need not pay too much attention to besides mowing occasionally. More importantly, the quietness.

You’ve settled for this house because of the friendly neighbors and the quietness around the place. Most houses are properly wrapped up in thick walls and heavy planks so no noises would escape. The only sounds that constantly appear from outside of the window are the birds chirping and the laughs and talks from family and friends.

This.

This is the perfect place for you.

You met the Pinewood Residential Community Committee (Really? A community committee? You could be in tears) the day you moved in. A group of five that consisted of three of the actual committee and two of your neighbors. The house to your right lives a delightful family whose wife Sarah came to visit and brought you homemade cookies. The house to your left harbors a tall silent man called Simon who has dark circles under his eyes (You doubt the house was enough for him because he looked like a Tall-nut that could poke through the roof). Most of the time he just nodded to whatever the rest of them were chatting about. He gave you a brand-new Bluetooth speaker about the size of your palm, saying that it might come in handy if you want to play music without carrying your phone around the house.

You were grateful.

For the committee. For the friendly neighbors. For the speaker, even.

Until the day you decide to try this speaker out.

Present day, today, this very hour, you have been fighting with this unruly speaker.

You have pushed buttons. Connecting it to the charger and unplugged it twice. Flipped the on/off switch. Turned the volume thingy at the top to the maximum. Turned up the phone volume, too.

Nothing.

No sound coming out.

While your phone mocks at you by showing you that you have already connected it and no sound is coming out.

You googled, searched, and tried reading the instructions, but nothing helped.

You sigh. Snatch the speaker and the small piece of paper with instructions and head to your neighbor’s place.

Simon is just finishing up his work for today.

It’s not a job, per se, but trades his time and patience for some of the allowances.

Actually, scratch that, he has been making more from this not-job job than spending time in the military, which says something.

He has been considering making this job a little permanent, aside from his part-time work to deliver posts and mails.

He starts the day early, driving his van to the local post office, loading the bunch of stuff onto his backseat, and finishing driving around the blocks at around 1 pm. Works a little on his side job, goes to bed at 9 or 10, simple as that.

He leaves the recording room of his house, only pausing his steps to the showers when he hears something coming from his living room…?

He heads back to the recording room, making sure his laptop is turned off, his phone is on airplane mode (which has stayed that way for a while, he must add, to prevent it from interrupting his recording), and his iPad certainly has not connected to his Bluetooth. Which is … odd?

Because why is one of his recordings playing on his Bluetooth speaker?

Simon winces at his own grunts and moans from the speaker. He’s not particularly proud of it, okay, that he is a member of an audio porn production team. He takes time recording himself reading various scripts of monologues that end up taking the imaginative figure of a woman to bed.

Yes, he records himself twice a week.

Yes, he makes male-for-female porn.

Yes, he never shows his face and has a silly stage name called “Ghost”.

Yes, he does (very occasionally) custom-made fan audio for those generous patrons.

Yes, this is a custom-made audio playing on his Bluetooth – wait what?

A few soft knocks land on his door before he can comprehend what mystical force is toying with his speaker.

“Brilliant.” He grumbles to himself under his breath, “Fucking brilliant.”

Now he has another thing to tend to besides figuring out his haunted speaker.

He turns the volume down, shoving the small gadget into the sofa cushions before it can be haunted again.

Opening the door.

And there you are.

“Oh! Um, hi!” You are stepping down the porch, thinking that he must be busy, but the noise of the locks startles you a little, turn around to see your neighbor Simon, “Hi, I live next door. Uh, I moved here about a week ago?”

Cute.

He thinks to himself.

Technically, his first impression was supposed to be a week ago when he visited your place for the first time, but he missed his nap time so the thirty minutes spent there consisted of him keeping himself awake – hardly, more like keeping his head straight and eyes open, which he failed, for at least a dozen times or so.

Rude. He knows. But he is not the kind of social butterfly either, so you kinda get what you deserve by moving in next to him.

“Yeah.” He grunts, his mind still on the fucking Bluetooth, “Wha’d you need, luv?”

“I think this speaker is … I don’t know what’s wrong with it, it just … no sound coming out of it.” You chew on your lower lip sheepishly, “Would you mind helping out, please?”

“Tried to dial the volume on your phone louder?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, I did, I-” You fumble with your phone, giving him a moment to look at the speaker under your arm.

One glance at the Bluetooth speaker in your hand, same brand, same model, but different color, connects the dots for Simon in his mind.

It is obvious as daylight that you accidentally connected to his speaker.

“I’ll try turn it up-” You push the buttons on the side of your phone, turning the volume up to the loudest.

And a guttural groan comes from his couch.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweet’art.” His couch moans loudly, “You’re killin’ me with that sweet cunny-”

Simon acts quickly, yanks you inside the house by the arm, and slams the door shut.

“That’s my speaker.” He says, quietly.

Your stupid fingers finally manage to turn the volume down. You completely forgot about the audio playing on your phone – your favorite audio, the one you have listened to and cummed to for at least a handful of times. Your face instantly goes aflame. You were planning some quality time with your toy, but not this! You are not connecting to your neighbor’s speaker and standing at his doorstep!

The deadly silence is eating you up.

“Um. Guess it’s not … wrong?” You let out a dry chuckle, your mind a puddle of jellyfish that zaps your neurons into firing the wrong sparks, “I’ll, um, go upstairs – my home, my place, I mean. Thank you for tonight.” Your face scrunches together out of sheer embarrassment.

His iron grasp on your arm is unwavering.

He has some patrons online, but the fact that you are one of them and live next door is … a bit too much of a coincidence.

“You a stalker or wha’?” He growls at you. His eyes flash a dangerous glint as he recalls what had happened to one of his friends, John, with the stage name “Soap”. Soap works with Simon in the small group of audio porn production called “Team 141”. Soap was careless about his whereabouts, leading to a crazy woman piecing together information and ambushing him when he gets home from his day job.

“Wha- what?” You sound completely baffled. “What are you even talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, sweet’art. Doesn’t work like ‘at.” Simon eyes at the now-silent speaker on his couch, before returning his gaze to your startled expression, which is indeed fright, but for different reasons than he’d think of – the fear of being found that you stalked to his house. “Peachy? Peach? ‘s that your Discord name? Coz this is a specialized piece, custom-made. An’ I made it myself.”

Your eyes widen at the confession. Your Discord name is indeed, Peachyyy,with two extra Y, and it hits you that this man you are confronting, who is confronting you, might be the one who sent this audio as a special gift to you, their patron.

Every patron for the Team 141 could designate a voice actor for their custom-made audio. When you were notified that you could also participate in deciding the actor of the audio, without a second to stop and think, you chose your favorite one of “Team 141”.

“Ghost”.

Simon “Ghost” Riley let out a cold smirk. He believes he has this all figured out.

“I won’t report you. Not yet. But if I find you ten feet within my vicin’ty,” His teeth bared, sharp canines ready to rip something apart, throat rumbling like a true animal, “I’ll get your pretty arse locked up and thrown into jail. Run along now, stalker lady.”

Monster! You shriek. Or perhaps that’s a pitiful whimper under his massive shadow, and flee from his grasp.

Part 2

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley smut

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jjeremysstash · 2 years ago

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Fixing Windows 11 - A Masterpost

Windows 11 is absolute crap for a good bunch of stuff so yeah, have a masterpost with most of the things I've found around to fix it haha (they're not all here because I did stuff around and I don't remember what)

YES, I KNOW at this point Linux would be a better alternative, however some here can't use Linux due to some proprietary programs that are not on Linux. This Masterpost is for the people in the same situation as I, aka those who have to have Windows or they can't do their job.

I am currently unemployed and haven't worked enough for the government to help me. I have a ko-fi if ever you want to help.

Stopping W11 from making you create an account/setting up your computer without internet (with a way to create gpedit.msc if your version doesn't have it)

Fixing the Taskbar (in case you also don't like the grouped Battery/internet/sound or the way the windows look)(there's more to it, check the settings)

There is the chance that Windows can't update because of this, you just have to uninstall it and reinstall it afterwards. They also completely nuked the Windows 10 look in the 24H2 update, so use the "Windows 10 (Explorer Patcher)" option instead of the plain "Windows 10".

Removing the rounded windows (since ExplorerPatcher doesn't do it anymore on 24H2)

https://github.com/valinet/Win11DisableRoundedCorners

How to move the volume and luminosity pop ups (so you can finally see those sweet sweet subtitles)

In case ModernFlyouts doesn't automatically start up, possible solution

Fixing the Start Menu (ExplorerPatcher can do that too, btw)

How to show all options right away

A way to bring back the Calendar

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover

MICROSOFT FULLY NUKED THE CALENDAR!!! Possible fix is to downgrade the app (which is fine if you don't use the Mail), but do use the OutlookRemover to stop the automatic installation of the new version.

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover/issues/15

Your Bluetooth suddenly doesn't work???

It happens sometimes for no clear reasons so here are a few things you can do:

Check if the icon is in the Taskbar. If not, verify if it is available in the pop up menu (the one from the gear icon)

If it's not here, check your parameter to see if you have the option to turn it on.

If it's still not here, reboot your PC.

If it's STILL not working, update your Bluetooth driver. You can do so by looking for "driver" in the menu and opening the Device Manager, then right click on the right Bluetooth component and update its driver.

If Windows says that the driver is up to date, try checking out this helper: https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/fix-bluetooth-problems-in-windows-723e092f-03fa-858b-5c80-131ec3fba75c

If really nothing help, download and install a recent Bluetooth Driver. Be careful of what you download and from where.

Someone who stumbled on this post fixed it by downloading the Bluetooth Driver 5.0.1.1500 from Softonic (https://www.softonic.nl/download/bluetooth-driver/windows).

How to remove Copilot if you have it (I don't, but it might be because I'm in Europe??)

Archive

Apparently Copilot is being forced on people so hummm

Other stuff not specifically related to the shit W11 did

Changing the size of the scroll bars

How to fully remove Cortana

Website with tools to fix W10 and W11

#Windows 11 #W11 #Windows #computer stuff #computer #last updated on the 21st of May 2025

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yabagofmilfs · 10 months ago

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☕️the vibes of our 2024-25 lineup

genuinely who is even on our team anymore. i feel like we haven’t gotten rid of anyone and but we added ~10 mid bottom six guys. here are my thoughts as they occur to me:

i would like an entire in the room episode of geno and kevin hayes interacting. perhaps they can be omelette boys together.

will anthony beauvillier, fresh off his brat summer in europe, try to seduce sid mitchell marner style? i’d like to see it.

oh my god we lost pojo i just remembered. and for what. who will giggle with doc now. :(((((((((

jarry will have no choice but to pull off a shut out and score two goalie goals in the first game to win back the room after their allegiances shifted at the end of last season. ned will immediately score three by pure accident because the gods favor him.

our powerplay will continue to be so abysmal that finally the new coach with the scary husky eyes (dan….?) will bench everyone and do an oops all bottom six lineup and suddenly we’re at a 50% conversion rate

i have a knee jerk negative reaction to the name cody but he’s putting in the work to win me over. however just based on the vibes i made up in my head based on nothing i expected him to be a little guy and fit into the connor sheary shaped hole in sid’s heart. but he’s 6’3 so will have to revise and come back to you on this one.

it goes without saying he’s required to stand up straight and be photographed next to geno for evidentiary purposes.

since gary hasn’t answered his calls about getting bluetooth earpieces installed in helmets, sid has been working on his telepathy over the summer which has mostly involved him thinking very loudly at people and kathy asking if he’s constipated all the time. twice though nate has handed him his gatorade without sid asking out loud so that’s promising. geno has also facetimed him three times but that’s harder to measure because sid is pretty much always thinking very hard about geno. anyway the ultimate goal is for him to be able to direct his mid ass team from the bench when they’re being fucking idiots.

he’s also consulted with several scholars on how he can learn to project himself into someone else’s body for the purposes of goal scoring, but apparently you have to get consent for that. he’s been working on drafting a form in his windows 98 version of word. (it just says “can i come inside you circle yes or no”), but he tried to add a clipart image of a hockey stick which he was pretty proud of and now the formatting is all fucked up, so he’s not sure what to do. :(

kyle mysteriously disappears during their LA game and when he comes back days later he seems Off but he starts pulling off monster trades to bolster the roster so no one really questions it. we clinch a playoff spot in march.

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hughesyodaddy43 · 1 year ago

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Six Flags ⎸ L.H

Pairings: Luke Hughes x fem!reader , Platonic hockey players x reader Genre : Fluff Synopsis : You go on a group trip to six flags word count: 2.3k+ (first fanfic so let me know what ya'll think)

The summer air smelt of light rain and flowers, the sun was bright and hot. The windows in the car were rolled all the way down and my hair was flying all over the place.

You were all on a road trip to six flags, it was the off-season and frankly really freaking hot.

Quinn was driving with Trevor in the passenger seat, Luke was in the middle seat behind them with Jack on the right and you on the left of him, behind the both of you sat Cole Caufield and Alex Turcott.

Trevor was banned from playing music after he put on the worst edm songs known to man, so instead Cole took over the bluetooth and started playing unwritten by natasha bedingfield. Soon enough the whole car was filled with mixed voices that were a hundred percent out of tune but nobody cared.

You and Luke had been dating for around 10 months, the two of you went to college together before he left for jersey. You were the only one in the friend group still at UMICH and you would be lying if you said college was the same without luke. You invited Ethan,Luca, Adam and their girlfriends to come but there wasn't enough room in the car for you to join the girls, so now you were stuck in the car behind them with hockey guys and no other girls . As much as you loved them all, it got tiring trying to beat the ‘puck bunny’ allegations.

“Are you excited?” Luke's voice echoed in my ear “yes i am. Will you go on all the big rides with me?” I asked him “or are you too scared?” I add as I examine his reactions, he sucks his teeth with a grimace “i'll be fine” he straightens his back as he finishes while i giggle at his comment “so is that a yes?” “yes”.

We pulled up to the park, it was almost impossible to find a place to park the cars, it was absolutely filled with people. We all got out of the car and stretched before making our way over to the others. It was such a relief to talk to the girls, who knew being stuck in a car with hockey players for hours would be so hard.

We walk through the entrance of the park, Cole is almost bouncing with excitement as he cheerfully walks ahead with trevor. Jack was walking just behind the two with his hoodie and sunglasses on, stating that he's ‘too popular’ to not disguise himself as if he's not attracting more attention by what he's decided to wear. Quinn is next to Jack, slightly shaking his head at his brother's attire, Luke and I are trailing behind the two while everyone else transitions into a conversation behind us.

Once we are past the gates and have our wristbands on, we gather as a group to see where we should go first.

“Okay so, where do we wanna go first?” Quinn asks

“We should go get food” luke suggests

“Food before rides? Thats a bad idea” i say to the hockey player

“alright , why don’t we go grab a guide and-”

“Wait. Where's Cole and Z?” Jack interrupts his older brother, securing an annoyed eye roll from the 24 year old.

We all looked around and counted heads to discover that Cole and Trevor had disappeared.

“They're probably at the rides, Cole was so giddy about coming here earlier”

I say

“Okay so then why don't we just split up and meet back here when we're done? We can text each other if anything goes wrong” Alex says this and it doesn't go unlistened, everyone agrees with what he says and we all go our separate ways.

Luke begs me to go get donuts with him but I tell him we can get donuts after we go on the slingshot.

Walking around the park was fun, we found cole and trevor lining up, jack was with them and told cole to measure himself so he's sure he can fit on the ride

“Hey caulfield, go measure yourself over there, don't want cha’ to fall out”

“Very funny hughes, i'm not that short”

‘Well” trevor chimes in with a smirk

“Shut up” Cole does the walk of shame over to the marked line, stomping his feet like a child.

“NUH UH, HEELS DOWN, BUDDY” Jack yells out to cole.

Cole huffs as he slowly lowers his heels, Trevor giggling over Jack's shoulder. A worker comes over to Cole, making sure he meets the marked line. The 5 '8 hockey player lets out a relieved sigh as he's told he's tall enough, just before stomping back over to the boys, ready to tell them off.

“Hahahahhaha bitches, I made it. ”

“Barely”

“ I can see the little lift your shoes give you” Trevor states while gesturing to his slightly lifted shoes

“The height limit is 5’4, I am NOT 5’4”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night” Jack adds, allowing Trevor to slightly snicker at his comment.

Luke and I snicker at the two ganging on about Cole’s height before continuing our walk to the slingshot.

“Are you excited?” i Ask, slightly raising my voice so he can hear me over the loud music and distant chatter

“Yep, stoked.” Luke say

We reach the slingshot and Luke's grip on my hand tightens a bit as he watches the people on the ride fly into the air.

“Okay, i'll buy the tickets really quickly, you can go wait in line before we lose our spot.” I say to Luke while gesturing towards him. The line isn't too long just yet, it's just after lunch so most people are eating or resting before going on anything yet.

Luke walks towards the line, looking like a scared puppy or as Ethan would say, a ‘hairless cat’.

I quickly buy the tickets and walk over to my undoubtedly scared boyfriend. I've never seen him like this other than when he's on the ice. I mean the man is 6’2 i never thought heights would be one of his fears.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he watches the ride reload.

“Are you okay, Lukey?”

“Huh? Oh yeah” the boy says while playing with his hands

“Are you sure? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were scared?” i say as i raise an eyebrow at the 20 year old

“I don't think you know better cause i'm not scared” he hisses

“don't get your panties in a bunch, Luke. If you're not scared, you aren't making it look like that”

“What do you mean?”

“No offense but you look fucking terrified” i tell him

“Mmhmm” is all Luke is able to make out before we are at the front of the line and ready to get in the seats.

We sit down and get ready, the workers have to do some things before we are ready to go

“Okay, Y/N, what if I told you I was a little scared?”

“Its okay, i'm a bit scared too”

“Okay , what if I said I was a lot scared? What would you say?’”

“i’d say i knew it, sorry honey but you didn't make it very believable that you weren't back there”

“Oh, how did I look?”

“you looked like you were shitting your pants”

Luke shakes his a head a bit, opening his mouth to say something before being cut off by the ride operator coming over with a microphone

“Okay, who's ready to rumble?”

‘Would you like a countdown or no?”

Before I can answer, im interrupted

“YES, please” luke yells out, his voice a bit squeakier than usual

“alrightt”

I hold onto Luke's hand that's deathly gripping the bar, his knuckles going slightly white.

The seat moves back and luke lets out a small whimper, I can't help but giggle a bit at my 6’2 boyfriend being so scared.

“3”

I sigh as i get ready , sitting back and stroking luke's hand lighty

“2”

BOOM

We fly up into the air, Luke's screams being the only sound that's audible. Luke screams out so loud, I swear everyone can hear him. You want to scream too but you're too busy laughing as luke pants in his seat, palms sweaty as the seat comes to a slow stop.

“W-why are you laughing??’” luke questions

“Because I've never seen you this scared” I say between breaths of laughter.

“That's mean”

“Why?”

“You shouldn't laugh at your boyfriends expense”

“Sorry Lukey, but you're just too funny”

“Nuh uh, stop laughing”

“What? Are you gonna hiss at me?”

“Bro, that was one time”

“Twice”

Luke scoffs while shaking his head before continuing.

“My throat hurts”

“Mhm i bet”

We are lowered back to the ground and are offered the video of our ride. Luke walks off not wanting to see it but I put my email in so I can see it later.

Luke gathers our bags and waits for me at the bottom of the stairs. I follow down the stairs and take my handbag from Luke's hand.

“Can we get food now? I need compensation”

“Do you even know what that word means?”

It takes a minute before luke response

“Yes? Maybe idk”

I snicker lightly at my slightly dumb but cute boyfriend.

“Because you went on the ride with me, we can get food” I laced my fingers with his and we made our way to the donut shop.

We all made our way back to the Hughes Lake house after Six flags, everyone was staying at the lakehouse for the night before they made their way back home, with the exception of a few stragglers. Luke played pool with his brothers while I stayed downstairs with Cole, going through my message before I found the email from six flags that held the video of Luke and I’s time on the ride. Cole looks over my shoulder while munching on doritos

“Damn girl, you must have been terrified judging by that scream”

I giggle before showing him my phone

“That's not me, it's Luke” I begin laughing as I watch Cole's eyes widen and his lips curl up into a cheeky smile.

“we gotta show the boys” he whispers

“I know we do, why do you think I told them I had a video for them to watch after their game?”

“You're an evil woman, you know that?”

“mhm, thank you” I say, straightening my posture before lifting up from my seat, getting ready to screenshare on the tv.

The guys finish their game and pool into the living room, grouping up on the couch with a few sitting on the floor.

Jack, Quinn, Alex sit on the right while Luke and Ethan cuddle up together in the middle with Adam and Luca squishing up on the left with their girlfriends finding spots in between. Cole and Trevor both move onto the blowup mattress on the floor, in front of the couch.

“What do you have planned, y/n?” Ethan asks

“Yeah, is this gonna take long?” Quinn says

“Why, is it past your bedtime, Quinny?” Jack adds

“Okay okay, relax. I have a fun video from our day today that i'd like to share”

Luke's body tenses up, his movement not going unnoticed by Ethan who is tightly wrapped around luke in a warm embrace

“What did you do, Rusty?” Ethan whispers in Luke's ear, only gaining a glare from the boy.

“Hey, y/n, since your boyfriend has been taken by ethan over there, why don't you cuddle up to me?” Cole says with a big smile on his face before frowning after luke kicks his back

“Back off, dude” Luke growls

“As much as I love your confidence, Cole. I'm not into short guys, and it's way too hot for that” i say before gaining a whoop from the girl and an ooo from the boys

"its only hot cause Alex is here" Trevor adds while turning his head to face Alex, blowing him an imaginary kiss. Alex doesn't say anything, instead he shows off his dimpled smile with a toothy grin while shaking his head at the young boy.

“Just thought I'd ask.” Cole shrugs as he lays his head on a cushion.

I giggle before sitting down in between Cole and Trevor, Cole grins at me while he waits for me to start the video.

I press play on the video, my screen showing up on the tv and the video of Luke screaming echoes through the room.

Everyone begins giggling and cackling, all except for Luke who is sitting there, still entangled with Ethan and sporting a bright red blush on his cheeks.

The video ends and the group wipe the tears of laughter from their eyes and all stare at luke.

Luke looks at me with a look of annoyance before giggling and curling his lips into that wonky smile I love so much.

“Im sorry, babe but i had to show everyone” i say to my embarrassed but happy boyfriend

“Its fine, i'll just have to get you back later” he replies while pulling Ethan a little closer

“Yeah, y/n im taking yo bae” Ethan jokes.

“Yeah, whatever” i say before turning around to face the screen

“we should watch a scary movie” Adam request, earning a nod from his older brother

“Nope, it's bedtime” Quinn says as he moves from the couch, he gives me a small side hug while moving to say goodnight to everyone else before retreating up the stairs to his room, Trevor quickly stealing his spot on the couch.

After the movie, I look around the room to see Luke, my boyfriend cuddling Ethan while sleeping. They are spread all along the couch as everyone migrates to their designated rooms, Cole and Trevor staying downstairs on the mattress. Instead of waking up the tired hockey players, I simply kiss Luke on the head, say goodnight to everyone and go to bed, enjoying the space in the bed and access to pillows.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x y/n #platonic relationships #nhl hockey #nhl imagine

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strngehorizons · 3 months ago

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Sam x reader

Summary: You and Sam have been friends for years, but something has always lingered beneath the surface. It takes one Hozier song and a lot of pent-up tension to realize that you both feel the same way.

Heavily inspired by both this photo of Sammy and the song Talk by Hozier, but very lightly edited. Mostly just pure self-indulgent filth, I'm sorry

Warnings: cheating (oopsie), unprotected sex (I'm terrible at this so if it needs other warnings, someone pls tell me)

Your phone started vibrating in the cup holder as you pulled onto Sam's new street. You reached your thumb across the steering wheel to press the Bluetooth button before slowing down to read the address numbers neatly printed across the mailboxes out your tinted windows.

"Helloooooooooo?" You drew the word out, eyes still scanning for the house number that Sam had texted you hours earlier.

"Hey kid," Sam's raspy voice rang out through your car speakers, making you smile. "How far away are ya?"

"Hmmmm, about 10 houses," you answered, unexplained anticipation building like a lump in the back of your throat.

"Perrrrrrfect," he drawled. "I'm in the backyard, so just come through the gate at the side when you get here. Rose, get away from that!"

You heard a clatter in the background, before you heard Sam's quiet "fuck" come across the phone line. You giggled to yourself, surmising that the bouncy puppy had knocked something over.

"Gotta go. See you in a minute, kid." Sam hung up on the call before you could get another word out. It didn't matter, you were pulling into his lengthy driveway anyways. As tall pines surrounded the car on both sides, you thought about the situation you were heading into.

You and Sam had been friends for a few years. What started as acquaintances quickly blossomed into friendship when you realized how much you had in common - you had started cutting your teeth in Nashville as the administrative assistant to the head of Sam's record label, so you were often around the offices during meetings and the studio during recording sessions. As the months passed, and you memorized the guys' coffee orders, you had begun to build favour with the four of them. Sam had taken a particular liking to you during one of the label's industry dinners, picking your brain about music and movies and everything in between. The two of you had a friendship that couldn't be explained to anyone but you, and you had learned to ignore teasing comments from the other guys long ago. Your boyfriend, and Sam's girlfriend, were far less immune to the sensitivity of the other boys' teasing - your boyfriend didn't particularly care for Sam, and Sam's girlfriend didn't really care for you. You had tried to hang out as a foursome multiple times, but it usually ended with you and Sam in a conversation that the other two just couldn't relate or contribute to.

So, much to their dismay, you and Sam had resorted to hanging out every once in a while without the two of them. It made for awkward nights when you returned home to your boyfriend, but you knew that you had nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing had ever happened with Sam, and you were certain that nothing ever would. Your miniscule crush on Sam was suppressed into the deepest depths of your soul, because you were certain that he would never feel the same way. And there was no point in ruining your friendship, or your current relationship, for something that would never happen.

All of this is what brought you to the top of Sam's new driveway, bottle of wine and housewarming gift on the backseat, ready for a night to just hang out and exist together.

You gathered all of your items from the car before stepping out and grabbing your packages from the backseat. The car door slamming shut alerted Rose to your presence, and she started barking from the backyard.

You wandered towards the sound at the side gate that Sam had mentioned, taking in the beauty of his new house as you walked. The house had a rustic quality to it, and it definitely looked like it belonged in the woodland neighborhood. Sam had moved out of the hectic rush of Nashville's east side, and had chosen to settle about 30 minutes out of the city in a spot closer to the Tennessee mountains. The new property definitely seemed to be more his style, laid back and surrounded by nature just as you always pictured him to be.

You reached the gate, shuffling the items in your arms until you freed one of your hands to unlatch it. You were greeted by a bouncy puppy, smiling as you reached down to pat the top of Rose's head. She pranced next to you excitedly while you walked further into the yard, spotting Sam across from the inground swimming pool. He was kneeling on the stone patio, leaning back so that he was almost sitting on his bare feet. Spread out in front of him was an array of soils, plant pots, and orchids. He looked up when you approached, giving you a coy smile and making the effort to stand to his feet.

"Well, well, look who it is..." His smile spread across his face even bigger when you slid your sunglasses up into your hair like a headband. Sam walked closer to you, reaching out to take the items from your arms. You were suddenly glad that you had so many things to carry - it meant that there was a buffer in between you and Sam for the time being. You always felt awkward meeting up with him or saying goodbye when you had nothing in your hands... the two of you made a subconscious effort never to let physical touch linger too long, and you had never once hugged Sam in the years that you had been close friends. It was part of the reason why you felt your crush was not reciprocated - the man in front of you now clearly wanted nothing to do with touching you in any capacity.

Your mind brought you back to the present before you could spiral too far, and you turned to follow Sam as he walked towards the back door of the house. You spotted a broken terra cotta pot on the table next to the door.

"Is that what Rose broke?" You asked, pointing to the table.

Sam just laughed. "You heard that, huh?" You nodded, catching Sam's eye while he opened the door. "Yeah, she's a menace..."

Sam trailed off as you both entered his new space. Spread out in front of you was a sizeable kitchen, complete with a tiled island in the centre and a double oven on the far wall.

"Holy shit, Sammy," you lamented as you took in the room. He was smiling while he placed the items you had brought on the counter, turning around to put the bottle of wine in the fridge. "This is incredible!"

"You think so?" He asked, suddenly appearing self conscious. "I mean, it's been such a big change and I'm so happy, but.... sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision by moving out here."

"I think it's amazing," you answered honestly. "It's so peaceful, and just so... you."

He smiled so big at your statement that it showed off all his teeth, his plump lips pulling back in the most beautiful way. You cleared your throat and gestured towards the doorway that led to the rest of the house.

"But I want the full tour," you prompted, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach from the way that Sam's eyes were studying you. He did this sometimes when the two of you would hang out - studying your every movement, down to the twitch of your nose or the slight crinkle between your eyebrows when you realized what he was doing. It felt like he was trying to decipher your deepest secrets, and there were definitely thoughts within your brain that you didn't want him to clue into. You had reached a careful balance of thoughts and actions over the years of being his friend, and the only time you felt the facade crack a little bit were times when he studied you like this.

You blushed under his intense gaze, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear at the same time. This movement seemed to break his trance, and he suddenly remembered who he was and what you were doing.

"A tour, right! Follow me, I'll give you the grand tour..." Sam trailed off as he started walking out the kitchen doorway, reaching up to touch his fingertips to the door frame on his way out.

He gestured wildly as he toured you through the rest of the raised bungalow, taking you through the hallway that separated the bathroom and three bedrooms from the main space. One of the bedrooms was being used for art supplies and paintings, and another was being used for music equipment and instruments. He passed by the third bedroom door casually, raising a hand as you walked by.

"This is the master bedroom, where the magic happens, yada yada yada..." he trailed off, trying to remain nonchalant while he watched you peek your head through the doorframe. The room held the glow of the late afternoon sun, and the king bed that rested in the center was covered in dark green bedding and orange pillows. A mid century modern dresser stood against the far wall, with a framed picture of Rose on top next to an intense looking speaker system.

You ducked your head back out of the doorframe and turned your attention back to Sam in the hallway. "Wow, your room is very zen," you remarked, carrying on down the hall.

"Thanks... that means a lot, coming from the 'zen queen'," he joked. "The only thing I'm really missing from the old place is my plants," he continued, "but that's what I was starting to work on when you showed up."

"Well don't let me keep you from your important planting," you jested. "I'm sure I could find something else to do with my night if you want to continue..."

The hurt look that flashed across Sam's face at your comment caught you off guard briefly, but he quickly recovered.

"Actually, I was waiting for someone to show up cause I need some help. So I'm going to put you to work," he smiled. "Consider it repayment for the big fancy dinner I'm going to cook you later."

"It doesn't count as repayment if you haven't cooked the dinner yet, Sammy."

"Fine, prepayment, whatever..." he rolled his eyes as the two of you bickered your way back to the kitchen. He continued walking back to the door that led to the backyard, while you stopped next to the island.

"Want to get some wine poured while I run outside and grab something?" He asked, pointing to the cupboard next to the fridge. "Glasses are in there, and the opener is in the drawer above the dishwasher. I'll be right back." He gave a mock salute before slipping out the door.

You got to work on pulling wine glasses out of the cupboard Sam had pointed out, retrieving the bottle of wine you had brought from the fridge and twisting the top off. You poured two generous glasses, taking a sip from one while you watched Sam open the back door again. He was carrying a mess of rope and plant pots, placing everything on the tiled counter of the island before reaching for his wine glass. He hummed to himself, glancing over to where the bottle rested on the counter.

"You didn't need the opener?" He asked, swishing the wine around before taking a small sip.

"Sam." You leveled him with a look. "I learned my lesson with bottle corks years ago, remember? I've been using twist-offs ever since."

"Right, right, how could I ever forget?" He chuckled to himself, no doubt lost in the memory of you trying and failing to get the cork out of a wine bottle and smashing the whole thing on the middle of your kitchen floor. It had been a party at your apartment, and that spill had led to a days long argument with your boyfriend. He thought you had done it on purpose for attention. Sam had been the one to run to your pantry for extra paper towels, carefully bagging the broken glass and walking it out to the apartment building's dumpster before returning to the party. His girlfriend had watched the interaction with shifty eyes, but you were just thankful that he had taken over the cleaning. Your hands had been shaking too badly to risk having anywhere near the broken glass.

Sam took a longer sip of his wine, trying to clear the mildly unpleasant memory, and gestured to the materials he had brought in from outside.

"So I have these macrame plant holders," he started, "and I want to hang them in front of the kitchen windows. But I think it's a two person job, cause someone needs to hold them up while the other person drills the hooks into the ceiling."

You nodded as he spoke, following along with his plans. "Whatever you need, Sammy boy," you hummed, grabbing a macrame rope from the counter. He went to fetch the drill while you dragged a kitchen chair over to the first window frame.

"I think if you stand on the chair and hold up the hook, I can reach it with the drill since, ya know, I'm taller." He gave you a smirk.

"Congratutions on being tall," you rolled your eyes. "Can't relate," you added.

"I know you can't," he smiled down at you smugly, pressing the drill's button and whirring the machine in his hand while stepping closer to you.

You took steps backwards as he took slow steps forwards, until the backs of your legs hit the kitchen chair you had placed by the window pane. Sam held eye contact with you as you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat. Suddenly, he reached his free hand out to hold in front of you. You took it slowly, stepping up so that you were standing on the kitchen chair. You reluctantly let go of his hand once you were steady, wishing that you could have lingered longer with his touch on yours.

In your new positions, Sam's face rested at the height of your sternum. He reached up easily with the drill, to the place where he wanted the plant holder to hang from, and started making a preliminary hole. You watched his careful hands as they smoothed away the excess drywall dust, moving out of the way for you to reach up with the hook. You attached it into the ceiling, twisting the screwed end in to secure it and actively trying to ignore the way that you could feel Sam's exhaling breath landing on your slightly exposed chest. The closeness of his breathing made you wobble on the chair, losing your balance only slightly before Sam's free hand reached out to your hip in an effort to steady you.

"Careful," he rasped, watching you turn the screw the last couple of times before removing your hands from the ceiling. His eyes met yours when you brought your hands down to your sides, snatching his own hand away from your body as if it had touched an open flame.

"You good?" He asked, reaching out a hand for you to hop down from the chair. You just nodded, letting your feet hit the floor again and dragging the chair over to the next window opening in order to repeat the process.

The two of you worked in silent tandem, repeating the movements twice more to cover off all of the windows in Sam's new kitchen. When the last macrame holder was screwed in, you dragged the chair back to the table in the breakfast nook while Sam retrieved the potted plants from where he had left them on the island. You watched silently as he maneuvered the pots into the holders, adjusting the plants so that their leaves hung down between the ropes.

When he reached up to do the second plant pot, you realized that his black button up shirt had ridden up towards his belly button. A light dusting of hair trailed over his tanned skin and led into the confines of his pants, making you blush and turn away to your wineglass. You gave your head a slight shake to ward away the thoughts you were having about your friend - you tried to turn your mind to your boyfriend, wondering what he was doing at home right now. The problem was, you didn't really care.

"There," Sam proclaimed as he finished fluffing the leaves on the last plant. "That feels a little more like home to me." He smiled at your handiwork, and then turned to smile at you.

"Looks great," you agreed, nodding into your wine glass as you pushed it to your lips once again. Your cheeks were starting to feel flushed - you'd downed a fair bit of the alcohol while waiting for Sam to finish adjusting the plants.

"You know what would make it feel even more like home, I bet?" You asked, raising your eyebrows in Sam's direction.

"This will be good," he deadpanned in return.

"A record! You do have your player hooked up already, don't you?" Your eyes betrayed your excitement - Sam had the best record collection of anyone you'd ever met.

"Uhhh, duh!" came Sam's response, grabbing his wine off of the counter and waving a hand behind him for you to follow into the living room.

You settled onto Sam's pink velvet couch, the numerous throw pillows instantly engulfing you and making you sink into the cushions. You placed your wine glass on the coffee table in front of you while you took in the room in more detail than you'd been able to on your brief tour earlier.

The room was large, easily accounting for Sam's piano that stood in the corner. Across from the couch was a fireplace, a large screen TV hanging above it. The left side of the room is where Sam stood in front of a vintage looking sideboard. The cupboard of the unit stood open, and Sam was shuffling through the extensive record collection hidden inside. His record player stood proudly on the top of the walnut coloured piece of furniture.

While he searched for the perfect album, you took another sweeping look across the room. You noticed that the only photos in frames were of Rose and Sam's family. The only knick knacks around the space were the ones that Sam had brought home from touring the world. Your breath caught as you made the realization - you had yet to see anything belonging to Sam's girlfriend in his new house. On the one hand, it was his house... so it made sense that all the items would be his. On the other hand, they had been together for years at this point... you thought for sure that there would be some items of hers laying around, or at least some photos of them in the frames around the room.

"Uhhh, Sammy?" You started, stomach turning over as you anticipated asking a dumb question.

"Whats up?" He responded casually, finally choosing a record and flipping the cover over between his long fingers. He dumped the record out of the sleeve into his hand, placing it deftly on the turntable and dropping the needle onto the edge. You watched in a quiet trance as the beginning notes of Hozier's Wasteland Baby album began to play.

Sam turned around to you with his eyebrows raised, silently wondering if you were going to continue.

"It's just..." you didn't know how to phrase the question you wanted to ask. "I don't see any of Kayley's stuff around here. Or any pictures of you guys. Did I miss something?"

Sam huffed a small breath through his nostrils, settling into the couch beside you.

"I mean, we broke up if that's what you're asking."

You felt a jolt of electric energy shoot through you as you processed his words.

"What? When? We were with you guys like a month ago and everything seemed fine!" You blurted out, trying to process the new information.

"Okay, that was over a month ago, thank you very much," Sam mumbled. You threw him a look in response. "We just... we were on different pages. She assumed that me moving here meant that she was moving in, and I just... I wanted space. When I set her straight on the fact that she wasn't moving in here with me, she suggested that we see other people." He cleared his throat and glanced over at you. "Actually, she suggested that I see you instead."

Your mouth popped open in shock as you struggled to regulate your breathing. "Why on earth would she suggest that?" You mumbled, already knowing the answer. People had teased you and Sam about your natural chemistry for years. But it didn't matter, you had a boyfriend that you lived with and had loved for years. You loved him, right? Yes, you reminded yourself. Yes you did. At one point. But did you still? It didn't matter. Just because Sam suddenly found himself single didn't mean that he wanted to be with you. He hadn't ended his relationship. He would have still been with her, willingly, if she hadn't broken up with him.

All of these thoughts tumbled through your head as you and Sam maintained eye contact across the couch. He was studying you closely again, trying to peer into the depths of your thoughts and monitoring any twitch of movement on your face. The weight of his gaze was intense, and you were the first to look away.

You leaned forward to pick up your wine, taking a big gulp before setting the glass back down on the table. "Well I'm sorry to hear that, Sammy. I know how much you cared about her."

"That's true," he hummed. "I did care about her. But did I love her? I'm not sure."

You stared down at your hands, wracking your brain for something to say in return.

"Oh well, it's probably for the best," Sam continued with a sigh. "She was never really supportive of our friendship anyways. And she couldn't accept the fact that you aren't going anywhere. You're in my life for good, kid. I hope you realize that."

You glanced up, meeting the intensity of Sam's brown eyes while he took a big sip from his own wine glass.

"Trevor doesn't like it when we hang out either," you responded. "I'm pretty sure he thinks something is going on between us." You rolled your eyes at the absurdity of the assumption.

Sam let out a chuckle beside you. "I kind of gathered that," he laughed. "That dude looks like he wants to beat the shit out of me every chance that he gets."

You smiled too at that, knowing that Sam was only partially joking, and leaned back further into the plush pillows of the couch. The soft sounds of Hozier floated over you as you let your eyes close for a second.

"Sammy, these speakers are amazing," you mumbled out, eyes still closed.

"They're nice, huh? Want to see something cool?" You felt the couch shift beside you as Sam stood up, and when you opened your eyes he was standing in front of you holding an outstretched hand in your direction.

"I always want to see something cool," you replied with a smile, taking his hand and letting him pull you up from the comfort of the couch.

Sam kept a hold of your hand as he pulled you down the hallway that led to the bedrooms and the bathroom. He took a sharp turn into his bedroom, dropping your hand once you made it through the doorway and walking over to flick the power switch on the speakers that sat atop his dresser. The same Hozier song that was playing from the record in the living room boomed through the bedroom speakers.

"Holy shit, they're all connected?!" You asked excitedly. Sam just nodded at you, smiling at your reaction.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

"The coolest, Sammy. You're pretty much the coolest person I know," you smiled.

You sat down on the end of his bed as the final notes of Shrike played out through the speakers. Sam had been hovering near the dresser, but he slowly made his way over towards you while the first chords of Talk played out through the house.

You had spread your arms out behind you, propping yourself up on your hands while leaning back slightly to watch Sam as he approached. He stopped in front of you, stepping in between your slightly parted legs. His presence loomed over you in a way that made you short of breath. You held each other's stare as he took another small step forward, now crowding you slightly. You held your breath as the chorus of the song started.

I won't deny

I've got in my mind now

All the things i would do

So I'll try to talk refined

For fear that you'll find out

How I'm imagining you

As Hozier's words hung softly in the air around the two of you, Sam slowly brought his hand up to your face. He ran the pad of his thumb over your closed lips, catching slightly on the plumpness of your bottom one while he dragged his finger over it.

You swallowed thickly, leaning back even further and craning your neck up to maintain eye contact. The position allowed for your neck to be completely exposed, and the slow drag of Sam's hand followed the curve of it until his fingers lightly wrapped around your throat.

He leaned forward even more, making you almost horizontal on the bed, and whispered against your lips. "This song has always made me think of you."

It felt like fireworks were going off in your brain. What did he mean? Did he think of you in the way that you thought of him sometimes? Was he willing to risk your friendship for this? Were you willing to risk your relationship for this?

The alarm bells in your head were silenced by one simple thought that overrode all the others - you would go anywhere and do anything for this man in front of you, consequences be damned.

He brought your attention back to the present by lightly squeezing his fingers around your throat.

"Just say the word and I'll stop," he whispered, his breath fanning across your parted lips. "God, I need to know how you taste. You've been driving me insane for years..."

His voice trailed off as he leaned in impossibly closer to you, watching closely for the slight nod you gave before he finally covered your lips with his. He pressed himself further into you, letting go of your throat in favour of holding himself up with an arm extended next to your head. His lips parted slowly, inviting your tongue into his mouth and pushing back with his own to deepen the kiss.

Your moan was stifled against Sam's lips, but he seemed to take it as encouragement to kiss you even harder. You leaned back onto your elbows, eventually falling to your back as Sam drove you even further into the bed. Your hands skated their way up Sam's torso, pausing to undo the few buttons that had been done up on his shirt, and eventually they found their home in the hair at the base of Sam's neck. You gave a light tug to the strands, earning a deep groan from the man above you that vibrated against your lips. You couldn't help but smile against his kiss, making him pause and pull away from you for a moment.

"You have no idea how many times I've had to hold myself back from doing that," Sam admitted quietly, ducking down to brush his nose back and forth against yours a few times.

You smiled, adjusting yourself on the bed underneath him and lightly thrusting your hips into his. You could feel how hard he was already, even throught the layers of clothing separating you two.

He groaned again at your movements, reaching up to grasp your wrists before bringing them back down to pin against the bed above your head. He held you there for a moment, running his thumbs over the delicate skin on your wrists.

"Show me," you whispered. His eyebrows knitted together in silent question, not understanding what you meant. "Show me what else you've wanted to do to me," you clarified, daring him to make another move.

A devilish smirk appeared on his lips before he leaned down to nuzzle his lips into the skin between your neck and your ear. "As you wish," he mumbled.

Sam's lips began tracing a pathway from the side of your neck down to your sternum, pausing briefly to have you lift your shirt over your head. He began working back down, hovering his lips low on your hip bones while he shimmied your shorts down and off your legs. Lying beneath him in just your bra and panties for the first time, you didn't have time to be self conscious. He let out a shaky breath as he ran his hands delicately up your sides, taking his time feeling the smooth skin and admiring you in a way that he had never had the privilege of seeing.

His eyes traced up to your face while his hands made their way to your bra, keeping eye contact as he pulled the cups down to expose your nipples. They immediately pebbled in the cool air of the room, and Sam's glance down to them made him release a quiet whimper. He immediately leaned in, taking one into his mouth and suckling harshly. You let out a cry at the feeling, arching your back and tossing your head back into the mattress. Your hands reached down to hold the sides of Sam's head, holding him in place as he continued running his mouth around your chest.

He released the first nipple with a pop, and made his way over to the other side to repeat the process. His movements were quickly reducing you to a whimpering mess beneath him.

You arched your back again, bringing one hand down from the side of Sam's head to reach between you. You were desperate to feel him, desperate to make him feel as good as he was making you feel.

You slid your hand into the waistband of his linen pants, gliding over his smooth hips before wrapping a hand around his hard cock. As soon as you made contact, Sam's lips left your nipple and he rested his forehead on your sternum, breathing heavily.

"Fuck," he breathed out, trying to control himself.

"Is this what you always thought it would feel like?" You whispered into his hair, sliding your hand back and forth lightly. You collected a bead of precum from the tip, running your thumb along the underside and silently marveling at how big he was.

"Fuck no," he shook his head, lifting slightly to look down in between you at where your hand disappeared into his pants. "This is so much better." He looked up into your eyes, leaning forward to kiss you before continuing. "The amount of times I've jerked off and wished it was your touch..."

He trailed off as you smiled, somewhat proud that you weren't the only one pining in your friendship over the years.

"I've thought about you too," you admitted, continuing the slow movements of your hand.

Sam reached up to pinch your nipple lightly. "Hmmm," he mumbled, stumbling over his thoughts while your thumb ran around his tip again. "What did you think about?"

"Mostly how badly I wanted to feel you inside me," you blushed. "And I had a feeling you had a big cock."

"Oh my god," Sam sighed, dropping his forehead to rest on yours. "Are you gonna take it all?" He rasped, making you gasp and arch your back again as you nodded.

"Can I suck it first?" You whispered, biting your lip while you guaged his reaction. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, bringing a hand up to hold onto your throat again.

His thumb migrated over your chin and into your mouth, where you rolled your tongue over it and sucked softly. Sam drew in a shuddered breath, keeping his eyes locked to where his thumb disappeared into your mouth. You felt him throb in your hand, becoming impossibly harder.

"Fuck, as much as I would love that..." he spoke slowly and quietly, "I don't think I'll last very long. Next time," he whispered into the thick air between you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the mention of doing this again.

You smiled around his thumb in your mouth before he withdrew it, drawing away from you completely and moving to stand above you at the end of the bed. The elastic of his waistband snapped against his tan skin as he stood, your hand slipping out of his pants in the process. He slowly stripped while he stared you down from his position at your feet, throwing his shirt, pants, and boxers off to the side of his room.

You brought your hand up to your mouth as you watched him, licking away the salty precum from your fingers. Your eyes closed briefly as you savored the taste of him and you let out a satisfied hum. From the end of the bed, you heard a groan that made you open your eyes.

You had a perfect view of Sam standing between your bent legs, his own hand working slowly over his cock.

"Holy fuck, kid," he whispered. "You like the way I taste?"

You nodded at him with heavily lidded eyes, grinning at the effect you were clearly having on him. Your hands trailed down your own body, enjoying the way that Sam's eyes were following every move, until they reached the elastic band at the top of your panties. You made a point to slide them down slowly over your legs, bending your knees at a ninety degree angle so that you could slide them off completely. You tossed them to the side of the room where they landed with the pile of clothing Sam had already created, and planted your feet flat on the bed. You let your legs fall open slightly, intentionally giving Sam a sneak peek of your pussy.

He let out another strained groan above you, shaking his head as he moved to wrap one hand around each of your ankles.

"I think you're trying to kill me," he said softly. Your giggle turned into a yelping sound as he yanked you closer towards the edge of the bed, using his grip on your ankles to fold your legs back. He leaned over your lower half, eyes stuck on the way that your pussy was spread out just for him.

"Keep your legs just like this," he ordered, trailing his hands up to your calves and then to your knees as he spread your legs even wider. He kept his hands over your knees as he leaned down closer to your center, letting a trail of spit dangle from his mouth to land on your pussy.

You clenched around nothing as his saliva landed on you, and Sam was studying your body closely enough that he caught the subtle movement.

"You like that?" he questioned, eyes briefly flickering up to meet yours. You nodded in response, swallowing audibly while your gaze followed Sam's right index finger moving towards your core.

You gasped and tossed your head back into the duvet as his finger rubbed a slow circle over your aching clit. Again, you clenched around nothing while your head lifted slightly to look at Sam.

"Please," you whimpered, trying to maintain your composure.

"Please what, baby?" Sam teased, keeping his touch light. "You want me to fill you up? What do you want, my fingers or my cock? Use your words, sweetheart."

You groaned at his words, lightly thrusting your hips up into his hand in an effort to gain more friction from his finger that was still slowly circling you.

"I don't care, Sammy," you whispered. "Please, just do something. You're driving me crazy..." The last part of your sentence left your lips on a whine, desperate for Sam to touch you.

"Shhhhh, baby, it's okay," he soothed, dragging his finger down towards your entrance. "You can have my fingers for now, baby. Got to make sure you're nice and stretched out for me..."

His voice trailed off into a groan when his index finger slipped into you. You cried out at the sensation, thrusting your hips upwards once again to draw him in further.

He slowly drew his finger out of you before plunging it back in, repeating the pattern until you were writhing underneath him and begging for more.

"You want another?" Sam questioned softly, eyes glued to the spot where his hand connected to your body.

"Please, Sammy," you whispered desperately.

"You sound so pretty like this," he mused, removing his finger and rubbing it over your clit before bringing two back down to your entrance. "Deep breath, baby girl. You're so tight, I don't want to hurt you..."

You followed his instructions and inhaled deeply, accepting the added intrusion with ease. His fingers curled into you as you clawed at the duvet, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Sammy," you moaned out on a whisper. "That's so good. So good..." You trailed off, closing your eyes and turning to bury your face into the bedding underneath you.

Your eyes were ripped open again as you felt another string of saliva land on your clit. You watched as Sam's free hand left its resting place on your knee and began rubbing over your core. The combined sensation of both of his hands working over you drove you closer to the edge, and you clenched down hard around his fingers.

"Think you can cum like this, baby?"

"Mhmm," you nodded, hands reaching to pinch your own nipples. "Keep talking to me, Sammy. I love it when you talk to me..."

"God, you're so fucking good," Sam rasped, leaning over you more closely and letting his eyes trail over every inch of your body. "You're so fucking tight, and wet, I just know you're gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock..."

You clenched around his fingers again, making him moan out on his next breath as he started pumping them faster into you.

"Come on, baby, give it up," he coaxed. "I can feel it, you want to let go so badly. Make a mess of me, sweetheart, come on..."

His left hand moved faster in circles over your clit while his right hand drove his two fingers into you faster and harder. The edges of your vision started to blacken as you felt your hips lifting off the bed, pausing there while your eyes pinched shut and you cried out. You rode the waves of pleasure until you stopped seeing stars, Sam's eyes glued to your face the whole time.

"I could watch you do that every day for the rest of my life," he whispered, slowly withdrawing his hands from your core. He smoothed his hands around to your hips, working his way up over the soft skin at your sides and working his thumbs over the peaks of your nipples.

Your eyes slowly opened as you melted into the soft movements of his hands, humming to yourself and taking in the sight of him above you.

One of his hands left your body, and you watched him wrap a fist around his own cock that had been left to obscenely bob between you. You licked your lips when you spied a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

"Sam," you whispered, reaching out to grasp his torso. You pulled him closer to you in the process, your hands gripping the smooth skin of his abdomen.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he questioned, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours while his hand continued its subtle movements between you.

You nodded, moving his face with yours in the process. You angled your face up slightly, tilting your lips towards his. He took the hint, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss as he moaned against you.

When you broke apart for a breath, you whispered against his lips. "Fuck me like you do in your dreams, Sammy..."

He let out a whimper, threading his free hand into your hair and taking a step even closer to you at the foot of the bed. His sudden closeness caused the tip of his cock to grind against your clit, and you cried out.

"There it is, baby," he rasped, continuing to rub himself against you. "That's how you sound in my dreams..."

With one more slant of his hips, he lined up his cock at your entrance. He slid in inch by inch, watching your face intently as your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled back. He smiled, knowing that the intensity of the feeling was mutual, before pulling back slightly and slamming his hips back into yours.

Sam straightened his posture slightly, leaning back to watch where he disappeared into you. His hands wandered down your sides, coming to rest at your hips just above the crease where your legs start. Once he had a grip on you, he started moving with more intent. He pounded into you relentlessly, watching your tits bounce with every snap of his hips. The grunts escaping his parted lips matched the whines escaping yours, and the two of you were completely lost in one another.

"That's it, baby," Sam panted, nuzzling his face into your neck. His lips left a trail from your collarbone down to your nipple, where he latched on like his life depended on it. After sucking it harshly for a few seconds, his lips let it go and he licked softly over the peak. He let his tongue trace across the center of your sternum as he repeated the process with your other nipple.

"Sammy, please," you cried, fingers threading into his hair and keeping his face pressed into your chest. He was still moving his hips at a bruising pace, his cock swelling inside you even more as he listened to you beg.

"I've got you," he whispered into your chest. "Just let it happen, baby. Give up another one for me, you know you want to..."

You were nodding along with his words as he spoke, convincing yourself to just let go. You felt the orgasm blooming inside you but held yourself back from the edge.

"It's too much, Sammy," you cried, tears rolling out the corners of your eyes. "It's too strong. It feels too good. I - I -..."

He lifted his head from your chest, moving one of his hands up from your waist to wipe away the tears on your face. Still, his length pounded into you with no reprieve.

"I told you, baby, I've got you," he consoled you. "Just let go, it's gonna be so good... soak me, baby, come on," he was mumbling against your cheek, practically begging you to make a mess of him.

A few more strokes of him inside you had the feeling bursting out of you like you'd never felt before. You felt the evidence of your orgasm raining down over Sam's length and pooling on the blanket under your ass. You opened your eyes to find Sam already looking at you, a smile on his face as he admired your flushed skin.

"That was fucking hot, baby," he grunted, the efforts of his powerful thrusts wearing on him. "We're gonna have some fun with that in the future," he grinned, winking at you. You smiled back at him, reaching up to trace your hands over the smooth skin on his chest.

"That's never happened to me before," you admitted sheepishly. "You just make me feel so fucking good, Sammy. So good..."

You felt his cock swell again as he thrusted into you more sloppily, and you could tell he was close.

"Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he breathed out over your cheek.

You didn't hesitate. "Inside. Please Sammy, inside," you begged, desperately wanting him to fill you up.

Sam traced a hand over your hair, smoothing an unruly strand out of your face. "Gladly," he whispered, using one hand to grip your chin so that he could guide your face towards his.

He pulled you into a deep kiss, grunting as he faltered in his thrusts and spilled into you. He slowed his hips significantly to avoid the overstimulation, but you were caught up in the feeling of fullness that his orgasm had provided. You moaned against his lips, and he eventually broke the kiss to lean his forehead against yours. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath and trying to hold onto the magic of the moment.

Sam gave you a lopsided smile, his kiss-swollen lips pulling back to expose his perfectly white teeth. He once again reached up to move a stray strand of hair away from your face.

"That was incredible," he whispered, the smile spreading even wider across his face.

"As good as you imagined it would be?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him with a grin.

"Better. So much better," he replied without hesitation. "Fuck, it's like you're made for me," he continued, kissing over both your cheeks and the tip of your nose. You giggled, clenching your pussy around his softening cock and reminding both of you that he was still resting inside you.

"I'm gonna pull out now, baby," he whispered as a warning.

You brought a hand up to the side of his face, rubbing over the stubble on his cheek. "I hate this part," you admitted quietly.

"Me too, sweetheart," he replied softly, turning his face slightly so that he could lay a kiss into your palm. He rocked his hips slowly, drawing his length further out of you on each backwards movement until he pulled it out completely.

You hissed at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but your discomfort was short lived as you registered Sam's hands gliding down your body to the tops of your bent knees. He held your legs open, eyes glued to your cunt where he watched in awe as his release trickled out of you.

He reached down, running a finger through the mess he made and bringing that same finger up to your lips. He watched expectantly as you wrapped your lips around his finger, lapping up his cum and swirling your tongue around the digit to ensure it was clean.

"Fuck," he whispered, watching every miniscule movement of your lips. "I think we just unlocked a new kink of mine," he admitted.

You smiled as he removed his finger from your lips. "I'm into it," you grinned, wrapping a hand around Sam's arm and pulling him down to kiss you. "We've got time to explore all the kinks you can think of..."

"Fuck, I can't wait baby," he replied against your lips, pausing to kiss you again. "You're staying here with me tonight," he whispered. "We'll get some dinner, drink some more wine, maybe do this again..." he trailed off, painting the picture of a perfect evening.

You froze as you remembered the boyfriend waiting for you at home. Sam seemed to read your mind, reaching up to stroke your hair as if he could physically remove the thought from your mind. "Don't think about him. Don't think about anything. We'll stay in this bubble for tonight, and we'll deal with the rest tomorrow."

You nodded slowly, eyes tracing over Sam's beautiful face. "I guess if I don't go home tonight, that kind of ends things." You both let out a chuckle at that.

"It would," Sam agreed. "Is that what you want?"

You hummed in contemplation. "Yeah, I think it's time. Is that what you want?"

"I want you. All the time, forever. I always have, since the day I met you. So yes, I think you should stay here with me and leave him for good."

You smiled at Sam's admission, nodding in agreement.

"Does that sound like a plan?" he asked, smiling down at you.

"Sounds like a great plan," you agreed.

The two of you moved to get up from the bed, Sam tossing you a spare set of clothes from his dresser that were more comfortable than the clothes you had worn to his house. You pulled on the too-long sweatpants and the long sleeved Paul McCartney tour shirt that hung far past your wrists while Sam pulled on black linen pants and a grey cashmere sweater. You shared a goofy smile before you followed him out to the living room, where you cracked open a new bottle of wine and Sam placed an order from the local Chinese food place.

With a belly full of Chinese food and wine, and a heart full of promises of the future, you fell asleep tangled in Sam's arms on the couch while The Force Awakens played in the background.

You felt his lips in your hair as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "Goodnight, my love," he whispered.

#greta van fic #gvf fic

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