#Colin Shea au

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✨Pairing✨: NBA!Colin Sheaxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s time to settle a long lasting dispute

⚠️: partial nudity, likkle bit of playful, sexual tension, pretty much all fluff in the form of a hilarious game of horse

A/N🎙️: a little sneak peak of a story I’ve been thinking of inspired by the iconic basketball scene from “What’s Your Number?” I hope you guys like it☺️!

“Colin, if you get us arrested I swear-“

“Relax peaches we’ll be fine,” he winks holding open the large, metal door leading to the quiet tunnel.

Knowing Colin everything definitely would not be fine.

The hum of the AC and low squeaks of your sneakers along the linoleum wood - appearing freshly polished from its shine of the few overhead lights on above - is all you hear in the empty arena. Looking around at the vacant seats imagining the cheers and shouts from fans, you understand how it could become addicting.

“And you’re sure you can be in here?”

“I’m a player aren’t I?”

“Yea but not with the Lakers,” you answer. Arms crossed against your chest anxiously biting your lower lip it reminds him of the you he knew from his childhood. Incredibly shy at first, but once comfortable enough around him - and only him at the time - he found just how sassy you could be.

“Will you tell me why we’re here now?”

A grin spreads along his pink lips squatting down to his duffle. “We’re gonna settle this once and for all.”

Watching as he removes the orange and black basketball, you suck your teeth before huffing a laugh of disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? Colin it’s one am.”

“And neither of us could sleep, so what better way to kill time?,” he responds as he repeatedly bounces the ball. Of course he knew of a better way that would definitely tire both of you out, but with your situation this would have to do. “Or do you not wanna play because you’ll have to cheat again to beat me?”

“I didn’t cheat! It’s not my fault you were off your game that day.” Little did you know the reason was you and all the feelings you awoke in your childhood friend that he didn’t fully understand until becoming an adult.

“We’ll see.” He bounces the ball a few more times warming it up - even dribbling between his legs in cocky yet impressive fashion - before passing to you. Your finger pads running along the smooth yet bumpy surface bring back so many memories you’ve desperately tried to forget.

Although some of your happiest times, the unresolved trauma always had to tag along growing obnoxiously louder the longer you reminisced.

Colin lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet flapping his arms like a chicken is his tactic to spur you on. Smirking as you narrow your pretty brown eyes, he sees it’s working.

“You’re so childish. It’s been over 10 years and you’re still thinking about that game?”

“Fine,” he stops, taking a step closer to you. “No more kids games. We play See-Horse.”

“See-horse?”

Colin nods with that famous boyish grin. “Still horse. But every shot you miss, I’m gonna see a lot more of you. And vice versa.”

“So..basically strip horse,” you state trying to ignore that pesky tingling you feel.

“Yep, an adult game for those who aren’t at all childish. Here, I’ll even give you a one up.” Before any words could pass your lips, all you see is his bare chest littered with more tattoos than you remember. The formerly single quote on his left pec now joined by various pictures and words scattered along his torso and sides. You swear you see what looks like a peach on his ribs, but his arm blocks you from further investigating.

“First point is yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to dribble stepping closer to the net. “I don’t need your petty point Shea.” You stop at the corner spot closest to the rim bouncing the ball a couple more times before flicking your wrist and easily sinking what would be a point in a regular game.

He easily catches your pass grinning as he gets into position and readies his shooting stance. “Alright then peaches.”

•

About an hour later Colin is down to his boxers with bare feet padding around the court thinking of what to do next while you stood in your lacy, black bra and grey biker shorts. Your own bare feet starting to get cold the longer you waited.

“Cmon Shea, before we turn 100.”

“Hey I didn’t hassle you with your shots. Gimme a minute.”

Hands up, you silently giggle watching him pace back and forth trying to come up with something to stump you. He finally settles on a half court shot, surprisingly making it look simple as the ball easily slides through the net with a swish.

“Your turn sweetheart,” he winks passing you the ball once he’s retrieved it. It shouldn’t make your gut flutter the way it is now, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Standing in the exact same spot, you analyze the space between you and the net trying to figure out how you could do this.

“Take your time,” Colin states with a knowing grin. Your glare just makes him chuckle with arms crossed on the top of his head. “Just trying to be encouraging peaches.”

Dipping the ball between your legs, you swing both arms up with all your might hoping for that swish but it falls just in front of the rim before bouncing into the chairs that were the floor seats.

An air ball that of course tickled the man a few feet away from you. “You messed me up.”

“How?!”

“You talking threw off my concentration,” you grumble. Along with your tattoos, big arms, and stupidly muscular body. Turning around reluctantly removing your shorts and tossing them in the little pile with the others, you miss the way his eyes rake over your body greatly appreciating how you’ve grown up and filled out in all his favorite places over the years. Not to say he didn’t admire you as teens, because you were beautiful then - although he knew you didn’t think so. But grown you with this confidence and newfound attitude of not letting anyone get in your way or treat you any less than what you deserved? Let’s just say this moment was the most self restraint he’s had to use in a long while.

“Well, looks like I win again.”

“Um..I’m sorry?”

“I have two pieces left on, you only have one.”

He snorts with hands on his hips. “Only because I don’t wear a bra.”

“Excuses excuses,” you tsk making him playfully narrow his eyes.

“Whoever misses their next shot loses.” Dribbling the ball he begins his jog to the board, but any further movement is interrupted by a bright beam of light shining down on the both of you.

“What’s going on here!?,” a baritone voice yells clearly not pleased with what they’re seeing. Colin’s quick to shield your body from any further view as your feet keep you stuck in place. Your brain seemingly not functioning either being solely focused on your embarrassment and how mortified you were to be in this situation in the first place.

Colin’s clearly nervous too how his finger taps against his thigh, but definitely holding himself together better than you could. “Uh, hey! Um..i-it’s not what it looks like!”

“So you and that beautiful young lady behind you weren’t in here trespassing?”

“Well..,” he nervously chuckles scratching the back of his neck, “I mean..”

A group of giggles breaks the silence confusing both you and Colin as he tries to peer through the light to see what was going on.

“I think we scared him enough Q,” a much higher pitched voice states before giggling herself.

“Mouse?”

Very fitting nickname.

Colin’s confused yet relieved tone let’s you know he’s familiar with whoever Mouse is which eases your newfound anxiety. There’s also a hint of something else taking its place though. Jealousy? Possessiveness? Anger? You’re not sure and equally don’t know why it’s there in the first place.

The light suddenly goes away to show a group of five standing in what would be the upstairs press boxes. You shift just enough to the right - peering through his underarm - that you can see the shortest, and most petite, of the group standing with arms crossed over her chest. Behind her three other women ranging in races and heights, and one man. All wearing exercise clothes of some sort.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, seeing as though we have scheduled practices, being cheerleaders, I’d say we have more of a reason to be here than you do,” she replies earning another set of hushed chuckles. The man still shielding you simply nods with hands on his hips. An embarrassed “right” slipping from his lips as he reaches behind to press you to his back.

The pleasure seeking portion of your brain enjoys the warmth of his palm resting on your lower back instantly igniting your body, while the logical part knows better trying to push against his skin to re-establish space between you.

Feeling his muscles bunch and move beneath your fingertips only incites your internal pleasure seeker to want for more though.

“Um what are you doing?,” you ask with a hint of annoyance.

“Trying to keep you covered while also getting our clothes if you’d stop moving back there.”

“Oh no worries! We’ll give you guys some privacy,” the girl termed Mouse smiles with gleaming teeth. “Heads up though, Bobbie the security guard is on his way. He usually meets us out here, for safety reasons of course, and he might not be as understanding as us.”

You and Colin manage to sidestep in sync until you can get to your clothes; pressing all of them close to your front seemingly not caring about Colin and his black boxer briefs.

“Thanks. We’ll be out in a few seconds,” he waves. “And uh keep this between us guys?”

Sliding her manicured, pinched index finger and thumb across her lips she mimes as if she’s zipped and locked them before throwing away the key. “Our lips are sealed,” she winks. “Always nice seeing you Colin. And friend!”

•

Arriving back on your floor, the mood is noticeably lighter than when you first left the arena. Colin of course apologized before trying to charm his way back to your good side noting how nothing happened like he said.

“Cmon peaches, we’re good! You gonna be mad at me the rest of the week now?” Meanwhile you silently contemplated if you could get away with this man’s murder.

In conclusion, yes but only if he wasn’t such a notable player.

“Well, I guess in the end it was a good thing your friend was the one to catch us,” you state before a yawn bombards its way through your throat even catching you off guard.

“Why you gotta say it like that?,” he asks with an amused tilt to his thick brow. His fit body leaning against your doorframe prevents you from escaping this conversation and to your bed calling out for you louder and louder as the seconds pass.

“Say what?”

“Friend. Why’d you say it like you don’t like her or something?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You did. Those feelings from earlier still hadn’t left, which only annoyed you more - in turn making you crave the safety and solace of your room. “I just met her, how could I not like her.”

Tilting his head back, his eyes study you like a teacher knowing he’s caught his student in a lie. You don’t make it any better tucking your lips between your teeth growing more antsy the longer he gazed at you.

Clearly a guilty move you’ve had since your youth.

“Colin come on it’s almost four and I need my bed.”

He grins slowly standing up while he bites the corner of his lip. The remnants of his cologne hitting you with one final, dizzying punch as he leans forward hovering just above your ear. “Alright. See you tomorrow peaches.”

“S-See you,” you quietly reply watching him saunter to his suite right next to yours throwing you a final wave.

Finally on the other side of your door, your feet drag but help you to your neatly made, king bed. You don’t even bother changing into your pajamas instead opting to stay in the oversized hoodie comfortably draped over your upper body.

The hoodie that you now remember is not yours, but the man sleeping next door.

Hey, forgot I have your hoodie..I’ll bring it over later (sent 4:12 am)

Keep it (sent 4:13 am)

Have a feeling you’ll get more use out of it than me 😉 (sent 4:13 am)

The light fluttering building in your gut at his words is soon replaced with hot bricks from your newest incoming message. Suddenly - with a harsh pause - your soft smile fades as you’re brought back to the reality you seemed to forget the moment Colin Shea entered your life again.

Morning babe❤️! About to go in the office (sent 4:20 am)

Know you’re still probably sleeping but hope you’re having fun! (sent 4:20 am)

Not too much tho since I’m not there lol😘 (sent 4:21 am)

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Please scream at me!

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After an early morning phone call, your mother insists on coming to town for lunch. You couldn't bear to tell her everything over the phone and frankly, you don't know how much you should tell her. You remember in high school when you were sent home after Kelly Harris dumped mud in your lap, your mother was more irritated to have you home than empathetic. 

You watch through the peephole before you sneak out. You haven't slept but you can't be sure Colin hasn't returned. There's enough noise in the building that it's hard to discern who's coming or going. 

When you do emerge, you flit quickly to the first floor and dip out, looking over your shoulder for either Colin or his vengeful girlfriend. You get through the lobby without trouble but you're not in the clear. Surely the day holds nothing but trouble, regardless of where it comes from.

You check the time as you wait for the cab. You refer to the text your mother sent before she set out and give the driver the name of the restaurant. You've never been there before and you're certain it's well out of your price range. Another debt for the tally.

This is the last thing you ever wanted. It makes all this drama seem all the more ridiculous. You’re a grown woman and this is what you’ve come to. Back to square one.

You approach the restaurant doors and enter with a sheepish grin. You don’t know that you own anything that wouldn’t be underdressed for this bougie brunch locale. Once more, you look at your phone. Crap, she’s there first. That means you're late even if you agreed on nine.

The hostess shows you to the table where your mother waits. She has her compact out as she touches up her mauve lipstick. She doesn’t acknowledge you or the hostess as you sit. She snaps shut the mirror and sips from her stemmed glass of orange juice.

“About time,” she drawls, “oh, and nice to hear from you after all these months.”

Her eyes finally deign to land on you. You gulp. You should’ve taken the chance of talking to your father but ultimately you know it’s not up to him.

“You’ve been so busy with Geri’s wedding–”

“Don’t try to guilt me for your neglect,” she warns, “you should be happy for your sister. Her fiance is a charming man. You’ve met Colton, haven’t you?”

“Once or twice,” you grumble. Family get togethers weren’t exactly your favourite memories. “I’ve been waiting on my invite–”

“Invite? You’re a bridesmaid. Geri sent out that email months ago. Is this why you weren’t at the fitting?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t get an email.”

“You’re wrong. Certainly, you must be. You and the rest of the girls are bridesmaids. You have to be. And it might be good for you to be involved in a wedding at least once,” she tuts. You don’t miss the jibe. Yeah, not like you have much hope of walking down the aisle.

“I’ll… I’ll call Geri and clear things up,” you say, “how are the others?”

“Well, Maeve is graduating this year. Always exciting. She’s thinking of joining Audrey at her alma mater. And Livia is somewhere in Spain again.”

“Ah, yeah, she sent me some pictures,” you say.

“And you? What are you up to?” She challenges. She’s not genuinely curious.

“Well,” you take a breath, pausing as a server comes to ask what you’d like to drink. You get the same as your mother and peruse the menu.

“Well…” your mother prompts.

“Yeah, um, I…” you shake your head, you can’t even look at her, “I am on leave from work so… not much.”

“Leave? What does that mean?” She hisses.

You feel your eyes tinge. You look at her. Why is she so different to you? Your other sisters can spill all their worries and whims but you, it’s always judgment. You can never do anything right.

“Uh, I thought maybe it might be a good time to–”

“Ah, pardon,” you’re interrupted before you can sputter out the revelation of another failure. You cringe as you recognise Jonathan’s silky lilt. Why? How? Do you even dare questioning fate anymore? “I just, I had to say hello.”

You force a smile and look at him, trying not to falter in front of your mother’s all-seeing gaze. She sits up, and lets out a hum of surprise as she sees Johnathan. Her lashes give a telling flick.

“Hello?” She utters quizzically.

“This must be one of your sisters,” he says as he runs his hand up the sleek lapel of his blue jacket, “very pleased to finally meet you.”

“Sister? Oh, do not flatter me. I am her mother, Eugenia,” she introduces herself with a smug smirk, “and how do you know each other?”

“Uh, oh,” you stutter and send Jonathan a desperate look. Do you tell her you’re his disgraced former employee? Or maybe just business acquaintance. She’s going to know eventually, that’s why you’re here. “Jonathan is–”

“Jonathan Pine,” he introduces himself, “honoured to finally meet you.” He looks at you, arching a brow before turning his attention back to his mother, “you both must be so excited for your elder daughter’s upcoming nuptials?”

“British?” She intones with intrigue.

“You’ve caught me out,” he grins, “your daughter’s been rather helpful in getting me acquainted with this country. Very lovely…” he peeks at you again, “hardly as lovely as her. You’ve raised a rather endearing daughter.”

“You…” she blinks in confusion, sending you another flabbergasted peek, “you and my daughter…” she lets the suggestion hang. Jonathan does too as he gives you an option; come clean or take the bait.

“I was waiting to introduce you at the wedding,” you blurt out, “I… it’s new.” You say, each word jarring as the lies piece themselves together on your tongue, “and I thought,” you look at Jonathan pointedly, “he was out of town.”

“Business trip was canceled, rescheduled to a business breakfast,” he slithers, “I’m meeting Gerry soon,” he checks his watch, “but I will be sure to tell the hostess to put your bill with mine.”

“Oh–” you squeak.

“Oh my,” your mother trills, “you are too kind. That is…” she gapes at you openly, “you… you’re with my daughter. Her?”

He chuckles lightly, “why wouldn’t I be with such a beautiful woman?”

“I didn’t mean– I don’t– I’m very surprised,” she exclaims shrilly, “she never mentioned, but then again, she’s always been so private. So shy. And you seem like such a lovely man.”

“I like to think so, but please, she is not the lucky one,” he preens and steps towards you. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends, grazing his lips across your cheek, “go with it,” he whispers. 

You turn your head just as his lips aim for yours. He kisses you and the air leaves the room. Your chest ties tight and your entire body tingles. Oh, wow. You’re too swept up in the sensation of his unexpected kiss that you can’t remember why you were so off-kilter a moment ago.

“Now let me not interrupt further. A mother-daughter reunion,” he puts his hand to his chest, “how sweet.”

He backs away and dips his chin. He turns on his heel and crosses the restaurant as you stare after him. The server approaches and sets your drink in front of you. You drink it in the silence of your mother’s disbelief.

“Well, you’ve done finely,” she says in a stunted cadence, “I… he’s so handsome. And tall. And blond!”

“Mom,” you plead as you nearly choke on the orange juice.

“Well. Even you must realise he’s very… dashing as they’d say in his home country,” she flutters her lashes dreamily, “oh, yes, you must bring him to the wedding. He’ll look wonderful in the photos.”

You wet your lips with your tongue and nod. You look down at the table, still buzzing as your lips warm up. You can’t stop thinking about that kiss. It nips away at the anger that kept you up all night, but hardly solves your anxiety.

You can’t tell your mother you expect to be evicted in the next month or that you lost your job. So what now? How do you untangle the knot that only grows bigger and bigger?

💗

For once, your time with your mom is less than torturous. She keeps her barbs dull enough to leave you only bruised. Her mood is a touch above neutral, which for you, is an accomplishment. You’re content but not entirely at ease. You have a lot to figure out.

You bid her goodbye just outside the patio seating and wave to her as she unlocks her luxury car. You watch until you see her get in and let out a sigh. Shit. Not only do you have Jonathan to worry about, but you don’t expect Colin to be AWOL much longer.

So what do you do? Go home and face the music or call Jonathan and try not to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. It was a nice favour of him to pretend but you don’t want to assume anything. High hopes and stupid girlish fantasies got you into all this.

As you walk along the curb, a short toot draws you to a stop. You turn as the whir of a car window steals your attention and you face the familiar car. Jonathan leans over the passenger seat to see you.

“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” He asks.

You twist your heel into the pavement and bend down. You furrow your brows as that big question needles between them. You can’t lie anymore, you can’t just wait for the truth to come out, you just have to ask.

“How did you know I was here?”

His brows lift and his eyes roll to the side. He gives a guilty grin, “I hope you don’t… misinterpret it but I… staked out your building.”

“What?” You puff out.

“Yes, I know, it sounds very bad. And I won’t claim it was entirely sane but I wanted to see the police take him away after I filed the report. To be sure you were safe and then… I sat stuck in my own head. Wanting to run up those stairs and knock on your door but also terrified you wouldn’t answer,” he shrugs, “and I followed you because I worried you might run into him, but that’s only half the reason…”

You swallow and step closer, “Jonathan, what are you doing?”

“Being crazy,” he lowers his eyes bashfully, “I know, you don’t need two madmen after you.”

You shake your head and reach for the handle. You open the door and get in. He sits back, watching you as you move your purse into your lap. You stare at the dashboard.

“What is going on?” You turn your head and look into his beautiful blue eyes, “what is this?”

“I don’t…” he begins.

“You’re my boss.”

“I was.”

“I never should’ve dragged you into this–”

“I’m so happy you did,” he murmurs.

“Jonathan, please,” you beg, “it’s not right–”

“You quit,” he insists, “so what isn’t right?”

You pout and sit back, turning straight and looking up at the upholstered ceiling of the car. You don’t know what to say. No, you don’t know how to say it. Except…

“I’m stupid.”

“What?” He scoffs.

“I’m stupid because… I’m scared and lost. And I can’t make you follow me through that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Feelings don’t just go, they just get complicated,” you explain, parsing through the stirring in your gut, “I hate Colin, I’m scared to hell of him, but I still… feel some of those things I felt.”

“Oh, but darling,” he reaches over and rests his hand above your shoulder, “I know feelings don’t just go. Mine certainly won’t.”

“Feelings? For me? Are you sure it’s not pity?”

“I only pity myself for how deeply I’ve fallen,” he breathes as you sense him leaning in, “the first day I saw you, I knew. I’ve never been much of a romantic but I have to confess something.”

“What?” You shy away, sensing how close he is.

“I knew how to use the coffee machine,” he admits, “I just needed an excuse.”

“You… did?” You look at him. He’s so much closer than you thought.

“Oh yes, if you hadn’t helped with the machine, I would’ve failed miserably in front of you at making copies. And if that didn’t work, well, I suppose I’d just have to make a mistake in my numbers,” he purrs, “you would’ve helped me, wouldn’t you?”

You quiver out a breath. You want to collapse into him, you want to let him make you forget everything but him, and yet, you’re so afraid. You’re afraid to believe that this could ever be real for you.

He doesn’t let your fear win. His lips are on yours again and that’s all you need. Nothing is left but that moment, the feeling of his mouth on yours, how his hand comes up to frame your jaw and cradle your cheek, his other creeping behind your head as he clings to you desperately. You can’t help by latching onto his collar, diving into his need.

You don’t stop until you're dizzy and breathless. He pulls back, hovering before you, thumb tracing your cheek bone as his other hand tickles your neck. His eyes search you, admire you, you’ve never been looked at like that.

“May I drive you home?” He asks softly, nuzzling your nose with his.

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Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings. (Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine)

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, manipulation, coercion/manipulative sex, unprotected sex/smut, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting/spining, a/b/o sex, filmed noncon sex, morally grey characters.

The party was raging on around Princess and Ransom.  He’d returned in a sour mood a few hours before it started, growling on about how Harlan wouldn’t just tell him what he wanted to know.  And Princess, feeling neglected, just had to poke the sleeping panther. 

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Ransom growled at the needy omega.  Princess whimpered and his jaw clenched, “I’ve already left Linda a message…when she finally decides to pick up her phone you all are going to have a lot of explaining to do…you all tricked me.  Made me think it was you instead of-“

“Instead of Bunny!” she finished, shooting him a glare, “yeah.  Because Linda couldn’t let Bunny ever be the one who fucked up.  The news killed our father, and she blamed me.  She was always the perfect fucking angel…but you’re mine, Ransom.  Not hers.  You shouldn’t have even been in her roo-“

“SHE’S MY MATE!” the alpha roared, finally losing his composure, “TAKE WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK I OWE YOU, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, PRINCESS.  YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO THINKING THAT KINGSTON WAS OURS.  THAT YOU WERE MY MATE INSTEAD OF BUNNY!  YOU AND LINDA.  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DRIVE BACK HERE!  YOU MADE HER STOP HANGING AROUND ME WHEN YOU TWO STARTED PRESENTING.  YOU MADE IT SO THAT SHE SPENT ALL OF HER TIME WITH MY MOM AND THAT I WAS STUCK WITH YOU!”

“You wanted my attention, Ransom…whether you’re willing to admit it, or not…”she huffed.

“Well, I’ve realized that I wanted the wrong twin all along!” he spat, “now just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone until Linda comes and picks you up!”

“Hey doll, what’s got you lookin’ so sad, huh?” Bucky asked as he watched the needy omega glare at Ransom, “you and big brother having a little fight?”

“We heard you two arguing this afternoon while we were setting up,” Steve frowned sympathetically as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “are you okay?”

“He can be so cruel sometimes!” she whimpered tipsily, looking between the two strong alphas, “it’s always about Bunny…I just want to be good enough for once.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Pronge offered, walking up to the brothers and her.  She sniffled and he handed her his own red solo cup, taking her empty one off of her, “if he can’t see that, then he’s as dumb an alpha as can be…”

“Yeah…” she sniffled, taking a long, heavy drink from the cup.  She went to hand it back, but Pronge only shook his head.

“Keep it, sweetheart…better yet…I can grab us some more…and we can head up to my room?  You don’t need to be around all this garbage…you just need some alphas that want to pamper you,” he offered, shooting his brothers a wink when she nodded, taking another drink.  Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, “we can all sit down and listen to you tell us all about what a mean alpha old Ransom is…how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“O-Okay…” she sniffled allowing Pronge to lead her up to his room, “you know what the worst thing about it is?”

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

“I gave him my virginity,” she whimpered sadly, “and it’s like it didn’t even matter.”

“What a shame!” Steve added in as they started up the stairs, “that asshole…”

“I know,” she huffed, “I-I just had sex with him not even last week too…I’ve never been spined or anything, so it was new…and my pussy hurt so bad after because nothings ever been in there.”

“You’ve never…played with yourself?” Bucky asked curiously.

She shook her head, whimpering against Pronge’s shoulder, “even in heat…Linda always said that it was wrong so I-I’ve never-“

“Aww, it’s okay, kitten…we’ve got you!”

Steve raised his brow and Pronge shot him another wink, mouthing ‘heat powder.’

Steve smiled, leading her into Pronge’s room.  That’s when he noticed just how she was acting.  She was shifting around like her clothes were too itchy, and a thin line of sweat appeared at her hairline.  She took another few sips of the beer before putting it down on his desk, “is it hot in here to you guys?”

“Probably just you not used to the alcohol…you know what you need to do?”

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

“Oh he’s just grabbing us some more beer,” Steve smiled, “but you know…Pronge’s right…you’re so new to partying, you’re probably not used to the beer…if you’re feeling hot, you could always take off your dress…”

“Wh-what?” she giggled, “but then I would only be in my underwear…”

“I-I think one of my old girlfriends left one of her skirts and a top…might be more…comfortable…” Pronge offered with a shrug, “that dress looks really uncomfortable…”

She frowned at the suggestion.  She hadn’t thought about just how the fabric felt, but thinking about it, it did seem a little itchy on her skin.

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, not at all, sweetheart!” Pronge smiled, already reaching for the schoolgirl outfit that he’d had from his various roleplaying outfits that he’d film his exes in, “you know what though…that underwear might be uncomfortable too…might as well just…take that off…”

“Y-yeah…” she said nervously, “I am feeling a little…uncomfortable with them on.  Thanks”

Bucky walked in with fresh beers, not bothering to close the door behind himself.  The men smiled as she took the schoolgirl outfit and began stripping down.  Already, the instant heat powder was working its magic.  Her nipples were pebbled, and the boys could smell her slick. 

Bucky growled and another wave of slick collected at her entrance.  She turned around, the outfit snugly fitting her.  Her breasts could nearly be seen through the thin white material of the shirt, and the skirt barely covered the round globes of her ass.  She bent slightly back to the desk for the cup and the three men growled, seeing her slick sex on display. 

But it was Bucky who had already unzipped and dropped his jeans.  His hardened length stood at attention as he started in behind her.  She yelped, nearly dropping her cup as Bucky’s large, calloused hands ensnared her hips.

“Bu-Bucky…”

“Shhhh…relax, pretty kitten…this dog’s got a bone to bury…deep in your perfectly wet little cunt.”

Another wave of slick poured from her entrance.  Bucky smirked as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock already collecting some of her wetness.

“I-I’ve never-“

“Let us think for you,” Bucky alpha commanded, “just relax and take our cocks like a good little needy omega…”

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

“With pleasure,” the blonde smiled, licking his lips.  Princess moaned when Steve appeared in front of her, “get on the bed, sweetheart…Buck and I are going to make you forget all about Drysdale.”

Princess was a mess. 

She’d been used up by Steve and Bucky, but they weren’t the only ones.

No one had bothered to close the door, and from downstairs, most of the frat brothers could smell the woman in heat; artificial or otherwise. 

So, when the alphas came up and saw her getting spit-roasted by Barnes and Rogers, they started lining up. 

She’d been at the house for nearly a week and was only meeting some of his frat brothers when they decided they were going to have a turn with her. 

Princesses eyes rolled into the back of her head as Curtis’ knot inflated inside of her pussy, his cum painting her walls, just like Barnes’ did before him.  She was panting as she needily rode him, the knot tugging at her entrance. 

Curtis growled, his nails creating crescent moons on her hips, that was sure to create bruises in the morning.

Princess was fucking herself on his knot, taking every ounce of his seed that she could get. 

Meanwhile, the man who had started it all, Pronge, was eagerly allowing his frat brothers to line up, encouraging them all to take a turn with Drysdales’ sister while he filmed it. 

Curtis growled as another alpha stalked over, “Wanna see how much she can handle?”

“Fuck off Storm!”

“Then get out of her pussy,” the playboy smirked, “me and Colin wanna have a go…and either you lay down on the bed and we take her throat and ass, or you clear out…”

He gave another growl but pulled his half-hard cock out of her with a harsh tug, his knot giving a hefty popping noise as he left her cunt a sopping mess, “enjoy sloppy thirds…asshats.”

Johnny didn’t care though. 

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

“Mouth, all day, baby,” he smirked, “see if she can handle me while my knot hits the back of her throat…”

“Anyone cool with taking her cunt while I take her ass and Colin takes her mouth?”

Another one of their brothers, Lance Tucker stepped forward, “you guys know I’m always up for some gymnastics…”

“Please,” Princess whimpered, her fingers already buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she tried to hit another orgasm.  Her back arched and the three alphas growled, seeing her pussy already fucked raw, her clit swollen and heavy, and her body covered in a thin glossy sheen, “need you alpha…alphas…please…give me your knots…”

“God, I love college,” Johnny smirked, picking Princess up as though she weighed nothing.  Lance  grinned, already stripping down, as he laid on the bed.  Princess whimpered watching as he gave his hardened length a few good pumps, “ready, Tucker?”

“C’mere omega…” he growled seductively.  The omega shivered, and the boys smelled a fresh wave of slick collecting at her entrance, mixing with her two previous partners’ cum, “gonna show you who the god of this pussy is now…”

Johnny helped place her on him, impaling her with his cock.  The omega panther moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself being filled by his length, “Alpha…”

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

Princess nodded eagerly as Colin kneeled on the bed, his length almost out of her reach.  She whimpered, opening her mouth, “Please alpha…need…need it all...”

She yelped, shooting up when she felt Johnny behind her, his cock tapping against her ass.  But it was Lance who growled, pulling her back down onto his length, hard and fast.  She nearly howled out, half in pleasure half in pain from being slammed down on his cock. 

Colin took advantage of her mouth being opened, and grabbed her by the hair, only to fill the open hole with his own cock.  She nearly choked as he bucked hard into her mouth, not bothering with any foreplay. As she caught her breath, Johnny wasted no time in collecting some of the slick from her thighs and spreading it over the head of his cock. 

And without warning, he slammed into her, stretching her virginal rosebud around his own girthy length. 

“Oh, fuck, omega,” Johnny growled as he seated himself in her ass.  He bucked his hips gently, sending her forward on Colin’s length.  He slapped her ass and Lance growled again as he pulled her back towards Johnny and himself, “we’re gonna have fun with you alright.”

Everything hurt. 

Her jaw felt sore. 

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

And her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. 

Princess whimpered as the light trailed in through the window.  As she raised her arm to try to block out some of the light, she realized that the pain extended to her joints as well.  Opening her eyes, she noticed the bruises on her hips and arms. 

But worst of all, she felt an unbearable pain in her neck.  Her fingers reached up, and her mouth opened in a horrified gasp.

She’d had a brand new mating mark in place of the one that she’d gotten removed.

And worst of all, she didn’t remember who she’d gotten it from.

Chapter 8

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[adulting-sucks]

The Persuasion of Jake Jensen

Summary: This is a cross of The Losers AU with Marvel AU, the plot of Jane Austen’s novel, Persuasion, as my trope.

Jake Jensen was the love of your life until one day he just disappeared, no words, no call, no explanation. What happens when you run into him ten years later?

Jake Jensen x Female Reader; Steve Rogers/Brat/Wanda/Doc/Tony/Pooch/Cougar/Clay/Aisha/Colin Shea

Word count: Over 10k (sorry!)

Warnings: Slow burn; Smut (Fingers, PinV, Oral,) 18+ only please; angst: idiots in love; horrible friends; Colin Shea being Colin; fluff; smut (and not great smut at that)

As always: a huge thank you to @peyton-warren for always allowing me to brainstorm and get these words out, and for always being a second set of eyes for me! If you haven’t read her stuff, go check it out!

“Steve! Colin! Get your asses in here!” you screamed in frustration as you threw the last of your dresses in your closet into the floor. “This is all your fault anyway, you idiot meatballs!” You kicked the clothes on the floor in disgust and sat on your bed, hanging your head in defeat. You didn’t know why this was so hard, it’s not like you’d even seen nor spoken to these people in the last ten years, so why were you trying so hard? You knew he wasn’t going to be there, you had made sure of that before you RSVP'd.

Ten years. Ten long years since you’d even heard the name Jake Jensen. You tried not to think of him often, but you had never truly forgiven him for leaving you, no word, no call, no note. Even an email or text message would have worked, but you were left with no explanation, no closure, no idea what you’d even done wrong in the first place. You wiped the tears that had slipped out, promising not to shed any more.

“What do you-holy fucking tornado. What the fuck happneded in here?” Steve asked, an incredulous look crowding his features. Steve knew you were an absolute, over the top neat freak when it came to your clothes. “What are you doing?” he asked as he started to wade through every garment you owned.

Colin stood at the door stuffing his face with a giant sandwich from his favorite restaurant, which was nothing new. “You don’t even like these people, why are you trying so hard to impress them?” Colin asked, flecks of his food flying out from his mouth.

“Classy,” you groaned as you continued to look through all of your discarded clothes. “I cannot find anything to wear. Ugh, I just shouldn’t go. This is my sign. I don’t even like these fucking assholes!” You sat down and threw your hands up in defeat. You started crying harder, your nerves fried and your frustration palpable. You had never needed to impress anybody, never felt the need to be anyone other than your authentic self. No, that wasn’t the issue. You were more worried about seeing Pooch and Cougar. You knew Jensen was away and unable to attend, however you weren’t sure about the other two and wanted to look and feel your absolute best knowing the men would report back to their friend.

“Okay, take a deep breath, there is something in here for you,” Steve said as he started to wade through the blouses and jeans. Running an animal shelter and owning the cat and dog cafe connected to it, Baby Got Wags, didn’t leave much in the way of a wardrobe. T-shirts and jeans, sneakers and slides made up the majority of your closet space.

“I’m going to grab 6C, '' Colin said, turning to head towards the door and up towards his apartment. 6C was new to the building, but she was nice and sincere from the few times you’d spoken with her.

You met Colin the first day you moved into the building about six years ago, Colin immediately trying to sleep with you. You knew his type, and you knew he’d eventually get tired of the no’s and move along.

You and Colin became fast friends, hanging out, playing his Switch, watching his gigs. Eventually you had decided to start live music at the cafe to drum up some business and hired Colin to play two nights a week. He became your biggest draw, bringing in double the amount of patrons, so you and Colin decided to make this a four day a week gig. He got all of the pussy he could ever want or need, and he even found himself a three legged cat with absolutely no coordination named Kick Stand. You, on the other hand, got a booming cafe business, and were adopting out animals left and right.

Steve was different. Steve was the one they called The Man out of Time, and he was a superhero. You’d met one morning when he came into the cafe and sat for hours drawing everything he could. You weren’t sure why he was so sad, you didn’t even know who he was at that point, you just saw a lonely soul.

You and Steve talked for hours until he had to go to work. He came back a few weeks later, and eventually became your number one volunteer at the shelter. You didn’t know he was Captain America until about two months later, and to you, he was still just Steve Rogers. Oh, and you were absolutely in love with his girlfriend, the two of you becoming the best of friends as soon as he introduced the two of you.

“It’s pointless, Steve. I should just stay home,” you lamented, your voice shaking as the tears started to slow. “It’s not like anyone would even miss me.”

“Hey, come on. You know that isn’t true. Look at everything you’ve done,” Steve consoled, pulling you into a hug with one arm while texting his girlfriend an SOS with his free hand. Steve didn’t know how to help you because he was Steve, but also because you kept your true feelings hidden from the world. Steve knew there was a story, but it wasn’t his story to tell, but he was also in love with someone just like you who would know what to do.

“I hear we need some help in here!” Steve‘s girlfriend, affectionately known as Brat said. Behind her were Doc and Wanda, two more teammates of Steve’s and friends of yours.

“Steve was worried you may need some help, so we went shopping!” Doc explained as the three women brought in bag after bag, smiles all around at your look of gratitude.

“No more crying,” Wanda said as she pulled you to your feet, her accent somehow calming you. “I have the makeup and hair, Miss Brat over there has dresses galore for you!” Wanda turned and pushed Steve from the room, gagging when Brat kissed him first. “Go, we have this under control, Asshat.”

“I’m going to go see what’s taking Colin so long,” Steve said, relieved that he was no longer needed. He closed the door on his way out, his footsteps echoing through the empty building as he made his way up to find his friend.

“Okay, is this formal? Semi formal? What are we looking at here?” Brat asked as she combed through the dress selections she had on hand. Wanda stood next to her to see what makeup combination would work with your dress choice, and Doc was just along for the ride as she had plans later with her own lover man, Bucky Barnes, another teammate and also lifelong best friend to Steve.

“It’s formal, and I own nothing remotely considered formal,” you replied as you watched Brat. “Stop!” you said, causing Brat and Wanda to turn in surprise. “This is the dress,” you said, walking up to the other two women. The dress was sapphire blue with an empire waist and a halter neck, the bust lined with small crystals for embellishment.

“Perfect,” Brat said as she pulled it out. Wanda decided on a sleek updo with a more natural makeup palette. It took about two hours, but in the end, you barely recognized yourself. Especially with blue glitter lips, something you’d never have even imagined doing on your own.

“Everything okay in there?” Steve asked, stopping in front of your closed door.

“We’re fine, done actually,” Doc replied, watching you take one last twirl in the mirror. You almost felt like a little child playing dress up as you never really had the opportunity for formal dress events.

“Home by midnight and no strange men,” Steve said which earned him four sets of eye rolls and a pinch in the stomach from Brat. “No, but really, you look amazing. Eat your heart out, Losers.”

“We have another surprise for you,” Brat said as Wanda bounced from foot to foot in excitement. “We know how nervous you’ve been about tonight, and even thought we don’t know the entire story, we do know you’re awesome. So, in the spirit of you being awesome, Wanda and myself are going with you too!”

“All except me,” Steve said. “Somehow, I don’t think a hat and sunglasses would help me hide this time.”

“Where’s Colin, is he coming too?” you asked, excited for the first time regarding this reunion. You bumped fists with Wanda and Brat as you weren’t a hugger.

“Judging by the sounds coming out of 6C, I’d say Colin is not going,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. He knew who Colin was so this was nothing new to him.

“Well, the two of you need to get ready so we can head out!” you exclaimed as you took one last look in the mirror. Eat your heart out, Losers.

“Already one step ahead,” Wanda said as she and Brat removed their coats, both women dressed to the nines. “Let’s go!”

Steve grabbed Brat and whispered something along the lines of trying this trick later with much less clothing. Brat smirked, dropped a kiss on his lips, and made her way out of your place.

“We also took the liberty of hiring a driver for the evening, all on Tony’s bill, of course,” Brat said as she opened the back door to scoot in. There was nothing she loved more than spending Tony Stark’s money causing his blood pressure to skyrocket. No matter how many times he canceled a card and got a new one, Brat always seemed to find it.

“Hey, you got this,” Steve said as he wrapped you in a hug. You may not like hugs, but Steve Rogers didn’t care. You leaned into him, finally relaxing a little.

“Thanks, Rogers.” You pulled away and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Now, go wait by 6C and yell at Colin for me once he’s finished!” you joked as Steve made a face. You knew nothing in this world could ever make him listen to Colin Shea having sex.

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Ten Years Ago

“You have to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” Pooch said as he refilled his beer from the fresh pitcher. “You managed to snag a smart, motivated, hot, and insanely funny girl to touch your penis!” Cougar laughed, high fiving Pooch on his very astute observation.

“Ha ha ha,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. Jake Jensen was well aware of how out of his league you were, and he was just as confused as to what you saw in him. As long as you would have him, though, he was there for it all. He punched Pooch and stole Coug’s hat, a crime punishable by removal of said hand.

“I’m just saying, Jensen, if you ever lose her, it will be the biggest mistake of your life,” Pooch said. He looked over at Jolene and you playing pool, Jolene turning to smile and throw a wink at Pooch while you blew Jake a kiss.

“I know, trust me. That’s why I’m going to ask her to marry me after graduation at our party.” Jake pulled a small, green velvet box from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the table. Pooch snatched the box, opening it before one of you girls saw. Jake waited nervously for his friends' reactions.

“Jake, this is nice, man!” Pooch said as he passed the ring to Cougar. Nestled in the box was a sterling silver band with a small square cut emerald in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds around the stone and along the band. Cougar tipped his hat in agreement, never having been a man of many words.

“I know it isn’t much, the jeweler kept trying to upgrade everything on it, but this is just quintessentially Wormie,” Jake said with a soft smile on his face as he watched you. You were so different from other girls, nice and compassionate, not materialistic in the least, but what made him fall for you was the fact that you had absolutely no idea the power you held, your heart and soul completely pure.

“She is going to love it, man,” Pooch agreed. “We also need to work on that nickname though, Jensen. How the fuck do you get Wormie for this amazing woman? Jolene would castrate me if I called her that!” Pooch and Cougar fell over in a fit of laughter, tears running down their faces.

“It’s short for the Bookworm, dickheads. She always had her head in a book when I saw her, and the bookworm was just a mouthful. So we shortened it to Wormie,” Jensen explained as he ran a hand behind his neck. He knew people didn’t get him or his humor, but with you, it was always easy. While school was always so easy for Jensen, women and interactions with people were not, his shy and awkward nature often overshadowing his intelligence and humor. This was just another reason he loved you so much. You’d never made him feel inadequate or insecure. You always laughed at his jokes, paid attention to his stories, soothed his worries and fears, stroked his ego…and other appendages.

The men laughed knowing you were feeling pretty buzzed at the moment. School was done, you had all made it, and things were looking up as you went towards the future together, or so you foolishly thought.

‘Whatcha got cooking, good looking?” Jake retorted as he returned all of your kisses and then some. He pulled away, his glasses fogged and sitting askew on his face causing the table to break out in more laughter. Jolene sat on Pooch’s lap, gently nuzzling and kissing him while Cougar was busy with two undergrad twins. For someone who never talked, Cougar seemed to speak any language.

“What’s shaking, bacon?” you replied, nuzzling your nose against his. You were so deeply and hopelessly in love with this man, irrevocably even, and you couldn’t wait to start your lives together. You were going to travel all through Asia before coming back and playing house. “I love you, Nerd,” you said softly as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, his cologne overtaking all of your senses as you heard him murmur the sentiment back.

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Ten years had flown by like nothing, and here you were, awkwardly standing at the bar while your two best friends were the life of the party. You looked around again, simultaneously disappointed and relieved that you didn’t see Jake. You took another sip of your old fashioned, feeling just as out of place now as you did all those years ago.

Brat and Wanda were regaling a small crowd with stories of their latest mission as they’d been recognized by some as Avengers. You smiled as you heard Brat call her love Asshat because he’d pissed her off. Again. You knew their love story was one in a million, no matter how many times she threatened to kill Rogers.

“Still haven’t changed a bit, Bookworm,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see Pooch and Cougar, all smiles, and even though it had been ten years, they hadn’t aged one bit. You kissed each man on the cheek then hugged him, telling each how good it was to see him.

“Is Jolene here?” you asked Pooch, ordering another drink for yourself and two beers for the men. There just happened to be a lull in conversation at that moment , so you took the opportunity to introduce Pooch and Cougar to Brat and Wanda, the former saying hello and shaking hands, the latter hugging and kissing each woman.

“No, she’s up in the room with the baby,” Pooch said as he pulled out a picture of his little family, Jolene looking as radiant as ever, very pregnant and holding a toddler boy in her lap.

“Pooch, congratulations! Your family is beautiful!” you said, giving your old friend a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Cougar, is the bachelor brigade still running strong?” you asked, playfully punching him in the arm. He smiled and tipped his hat, the only confirmation you needed.

Conversation flowed easily, just as the drinks did, your group finding its way to a table. Brat, super soldier that she was, couldn’t get drunk, and was watching out for the group as the night continued, drinks flowing, stories flopping one over the other.

Wanda and Pooch had gone to get another round of drinks when you saw Cougar straighten up, sharing a glance with Brat. “Hey, I need to head to the bathroom, keep me company?” Brat asked as she grabbed her purse and stood up, extending her hand. You nodded, grabbing her hand, following her through the crowd.

“Fuck, I forgot how shitty city parking is normally, even worse with a yellow Hummer!!” Jensen said as he snatched Cougar’s hat and sat down. “Where’s Pooch?” Jensen said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn sitting in the middle of the table.

“He’s grabbing drinks,” Cougar said. “Look, Jensen-“

“Clay, Aisha, what took you guys so long?” Jake asked his bosses, tossing some popcorn kernels at the two. Aisha rolled her eyes and walked to join Pooch and Wanda to get drinks while Clay took a seat. The conversation continued, Pooch and Wanda finally joining the group with the next round. Introductions were made, conversation and alcohol consumed easily between everyone.

You and Brat stopped at the bar as she wanted something different to drink while also keeping the return to the table slow. “Your dress is amazing!” you complimented the gorgeous stranger next to you. You were very introverted, so you normally didn’t like talking to other humans, but the drinks had you feeling loose and happy, along with seeing your old friends.

The three of you carried on for a little longer, Aisha and Brat comparing stories of dangerous missions and idiotic partners. You chimed in with a spicy kitten that you eventually ended up keeping years ago because he would attack everything. The other two women laughed, voting that you were the victor of this competition.

The three of you turned, agreeing that you needed to get back to your groups and made your way to the same table.

“I didn’t know you knew Pooch and Coug!” you exclaimed to Aisha as she sat next to a devastatingly handsome man whose name you learned was Clay. You dropped onto Wanda’s lap as introductions were made again, and the conversation continued.

“Man, that bathroom is like a luxury room. I could sleep like a baby in there…” Jensen said, the words falling off his lips the moment he saw you. “Wormie??” he asked, a smile playing over his lips as he walked towards you, his hands out as if he meant to hug you.

You froze, all thoughts leaving your head momentarily as you tried to process what you were seeing in front of you. You felt Wanda tense under you, however you gave her a squeeze to let her know you could handle this. Brat sat back with a smile on her face, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

You stood up, moving out of Jake’s reach, drink in hand. “Do not fucking call me that,” you said, your voice low and lethal, anger burning behind every syllable. “You lost that right ten years ago.” You threw your drink in his face, slamming the glass on the table and grabbed your purse, heading towards the door.

As the others looked on in stunned silence, Brat finished her drink and stood, Wanda right behind her. “You must be the infamous Jake Jensen,” she said, choking back her laughter, almost feeling sorry for the guy as all eyes in the room had turned towards this debacle. “I’d say nice to meet you, but I was taught never to lie.” Brat and Wanda walked away, running to catch up with you.

“And they call our relationship volatile,” Clay whispered to Aisha as he took a sip from his beer, amusement written all over his face. Aisha stifled a laugh and sputtered a cough when Jensen looked her way.

“Why the fuck is everyone staring at Jensen? Jensen, why are you wet, man? Can’t fucking take you out in public anywhere,” Roque said in disgust, having missed the entire scene. “What?” Roque said as the others laughed while Jensen was still frozen to his spot.

Jensen finally moved, running and calling your name as he went, trying to get you to stop, with no luck. He watched as you got into the car, before Brat blocked his view.

“Look, this was all fun for a minute, but that girl right there? She’s not only one of the best people I know, she’s my best fucking friend. You already hurt her once, and she won’t admit it, but she’s still hurting, and has in fact never stopped hurting. If you care for her at all, do not do this right now, let her go. Also, my other best friend is a doc and she wouldn’t hesitate to neuter you,” Brat said as she got into the car, slamming the door in Jensen’s face. All he could do was stare, watching the one he never got over drive away, worrying about the loss of his balls in the process.

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“Okay, that’s it. Get the fuck up,” Colin said as he grabbed your blanket and threw it on the floor. “Jesus, it smells like an animal died in here. When was the last time you showered?” he asked, grabbing the blanket again as you tried to pull it back up.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Shea,” you replied, throwing a pillow over your head when he moved your blanket out of reach. “I want to be alone, is that too much to ask?”

“It’s been a week, an entire fucking week of no communication. The shelter is suffering because there aren’t enough volunteers to take care of the animals, and the cafe needs supplies, but no one knows how to do inventory and ordering.”

“You’re fucking lying. It hasn’t been a week, it’s only been a day. The shelter and cafe can’t be that bad. You and Rogers are there.” You leaned over the side of your bed, grabbed your blanket, and once again burrowed underneath.

“It’s been a week, ass. Rogers has been on a mission with Brat and Wanda, Doc stops by when she can, but we need you.” Colin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled down a corner of the blanket so he could see your face.

“Has it really been a week?” you asked meekly, tears starting to form again. You’d cried so much, your eyes were swollen shut at one point, but you couldn’t stop them, not with the fresh heartbreak you’d just experienced. You grabbed your phone, seeing it had indeed been a week, and sniffled. “I really do smell,” you said, crying harder.

“You really do,” Colin agreed, pulling you into a hug and letting you cry, no words spoken, just allowing you to feel. “Okay, let’s get you showered, put you in some clean and stain free clothes, and get back to life.”

You nodded, heading towards the bathroom for a hot shower as Colin grabbed your sheets and blankets to throw into the washer. After a piping hot shower, you felt a little more alive and human, throwing on your favorite pair of wide leg jeans with your favorite oversized hoodie. You threw on some shoes, grabbed your keys, and yelled for Colin to hurry his ass up.

“Yeah, yeah. Im doing your fucking laundry, you’re welcome,” he grumbled as the two of you left.

First stop: the shelter to organize the volunteers, making sure all of the animals were cared for. Next: inventory check at the cafe with a run to the grocery store for immediate needs while placing an order. You felt better today, getting back to your reality, the life you’d built without Jake Jensen. If you had known what was going to happen today, you probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

You walked into the shelter, greeting your front desk volunteer for the day and stopped to drop your purse and jacket in your office while Colin stopped to flirt with your front desk volunteer. You rolled your eyes as you walked past your friend and smacked him on the back of his head.

“Ow! Fuck, was that really necessary?” he groused as the girl laughed. You winked at her and told Colin it was absolutely necessary as you made your way to the cat room.

You heard Steve talking to Shirley, your favorite volunteer. Shirley was sassy and didn’t care who Captain America was, if he wasn’t taking care of these babies correctly, Shirley made sure to let him know.

“Come on, Rogers. You’ve been here long enough to know you cannot let Frodo out with Michael Myers. They do not get along.” Shirley scooped up Frodo mid-hiss, and put him back in his kennel.

“I’m sorry, Shirley. I wasn’t paying attention, the mission ran late-“ Steve started, rubbing his hand on the back of this neck.

“No excuse, Rogers. Get it together,” Shirley said as she gave Steve a small smack on his shoulder and turned to walk away.

You walked in laughing at the embarrassed look on Steve’s face, his cheeks flushed red along with his ears. He grinned when he saw you, happy you were up and about.

“Pissing Shirley off again?” you quipped, punching Steve in his arm as Shirley looked over and rolled her eyes in irritation. “You know better, Rogers. Get it together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the musical playboy? Thought he was coming in with you?” Steve asked as he turned to a cage of a new intake momma cat and her four kittens. Momma moved aside to allow Steve to clean and replace her food and water, even going so far as to bring her babies to Steve. He pet each baby, all the while telling momma what a good job she was doing. To the world, Captain America fought the bad guys. To you, your best friend, Steve, loved snuggling kittens.

You quickly snapped a video of this hulking super soldier snuggling baby kittens and sent it off to Brat. Her response, lightning quick: Great. Now he’s even more pussy whipped than before…

You laughed so loud you snorted, handing your phone over to Shirley. The little old lady laughed and said something to the extent of him being able to keep kittens alive but he can’t remember to keep mortal enemies apart.

Brat: Tell Shirley I love her and I’m adopting her as my mother.

Shirley: Hell no. This doof is all yours. I already have my own pussy whipped doofus to deal with…-

Brat: Nope. That’s it. You’re my new mommy .

“Hey, can we at least try and pretend you’re not talking shit about me and making fun of me?” Steve said, exasperated with the women in his life. As soon as Doc was let in on this conversation, he would never hear the end of it from Bucky.

“Watch your tone, Rogers,” Shirley quipped, throwing a wink over her shoulder at you. Steve just hung his head in resignation, mumbled a soft “yes ma’am,” and put the kittens back with their momma.

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Jensen pulled up in front of the cafe and threw his rental in park, running his opening over and over. Hi, hello, how have you been, it’s been a long time, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. No matter what he thought, there was nothing good enough to start this conversation, no explanation, no sentence or phrase.

He was just about to open his door when he saw a car pull in. He saw you get out of the car, talking to someone, and then saw a man exit the car also. He watched as the man pulled you into his side, arm around your shoulder, your arm around his waist and head resting on his shoulder, laughing at something he had said. He sank down in his seat, his mind drifting back to all those years ago, his heart breaking all over again.

Graduation-The Beginning of the End

You felt his lips ghost over your skin, his fingers barely touching any part of you, yet setting you on fire, the invisible flame licking over every square inch of you. You sighed, content to lay with Jake forever like this. He knew how to take you apart in a matter of minutes, then spend hours keeping you apart before he finally allowed you back together.

You turned on your back, your hands above your head as you felt his mouth move expertly from your lower back to your belly. You felt his lashes fan over your skin, his tongue and lips playing a symphony, your hands finding their way into his hair, Your head rolled back as he moved up, his mouth stopping on your right breast, taking your nipple softly into his mouth, rolling and biting the overly sensitive nub expertly until you moaned in quiet ecstasy.

He moved over to your left breast, lavishing the same attention on your nipple as you slowly felt his hand move down your side, over your hip, skimming your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch as he slowly inserted two fingers into your dripping pussy.

Jake loved this part, loved to hear you moan, loved to feel you clamp down on his fingers when he hit just the right spot, loved the way you were always wet, always ready for him. He especially loved when you arched your back as he found your clit with his palm, the sound of him slowly and expertly finger fucking you filling the small space.

You felt his breath, just a whisper of air, move down again, more and more until his mouth replaced his palm, sucking your clit into his mouth, his fingers still working your favorite spot inside, his pace so excruciatingly slow and unhurried. You bit down, his name delivered to his ears as a concerto of moans and pleasure, his fingers and mouth the conductor.

You felt your high near, your moans turning to breathless pants until he tipped you over the edge, your crescendo the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. As you slowly came back down, you felt his cock replace his fingers, his descent into your velvet and wet walls again, pure torture of the best kind until you felt him fully seated.

You softly begged him to move, to start, to finish, to kill you, whatever he needed to hear for him to move. He dragged his cock out inch by inch as he kissed you, swallowing every noise made, sharing all of your breath as he plunged back in, your pussy clenching around him, feeling every ridge and vein.

He rested his forehead against yours as his hips started to move faster, his arm moving under your knee to open you up more, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, his whispered words of love all you needed in this life. You felt him start to stutter, his hand dropping between your joined bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit fast and hard, needing to feel you cum with him.

You felt him stall, burying his cock deep inside as his cum painted your walls, your cunt finally clenching around him as your own orgasm hit, your cum mixing with his as you both rode out this high. You felt his breathing start to slow, his head buried in the crook of your neck as your hands rubbed his back.

He lifted his head, kissing you again, both of you spent in the best way possible with no words exchanged the entire time. You continued to kiss him breathless, both of you coming down from the most intense orgasms, your bodies entwined with your spirits and souls. Jensen reached over to his side table, opening it and pulling out the small green box.

“Marry me, Wormie,” he said as he placed the box in your hand. You felt the tears form, so absolutely in love with this man. You opened the box, instantly in love with the ring he’d picked, matching your taste perfectly. This man knew everything about you, knew your body, your heart, your soul.

You whispered a soft yes, your tears pouring down as Jake placed the ring on your finger, kissing your hand, his own tears running down his face. You two kissed, locked in this moment of bliss, the future yours as long as you were together. Jake wished now that you’d both had never left that room.

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You had finally finished at the shelter, feeling calm spread over your tired soul. Nothing soothed your troubles like taking care of your animals. It was almost time for adoption hour, so you quickly gathered Colin and Steve to head over to the cafe with you. The cafe was closed today so it was the perfect time to check on the animals and do inventory.

As the three of you headed towards the exit, you saw Jake standing on the sidewalk in front, pacing back and forth while having a conversation with himself. You stopped, torn between rage and sadness, remembering Jake often talked to himself when he had a difficult issue to work through.

You threw the door open, causing Jake to stop as he saw you heading towards him. “What the hell, Jensen? Why the fuck are you here?” You stopped in front of him, your hands clenched into fists at your side. You vaguely heard the door slam behind you followed by Colin yelling when it hit his face.

“Whoa, I am not here to fight or hurt you, I’m just here to talk,” Jake said, his hands held out in front of him. He looked over your shoulder, not missing the glare from Captain America and the douche frat boy he saw you with earlier. What the fuck was Captain America doing here? Fuck, this just kept getting worse.

“Talk about what? Why couldn’t we have had this talk ten years ago?” you said as you felt your anger spike, all of the emotions you’d thought you’d dealt with coming to the surface. “Why couldn’t we talk in the entire month that I called you after you left me? Why couldn’t we talk every time I sent you a text, or an email, or a letter? They were never returned, so I know you got them.” You felt the tears start falling, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less. “How about when I called you once a month after the first year, then once every few months, then once a year? Could we have talked when I finally took my engagement ring off, accepting and realizing you weren’t coming back?”

“Wormie, I didn’t leave you-” Jake started, sighing in frustration as Colin and Steve started walking towards you. “Can we please have this conversation without the threat of bodily harm from your bodyguards?” he asked as Steve and Colin stopped in front of you.

“What do we need to talk about, Jake?” you asked, your anger finally waning into sorrow and exhaustion. “Do we need to talk about how you left me with no explanation, no warning on the happiest night of my life? Or about how I didn’t get out of bed for months, barely eating or sleeping, or even living? Or how I finally had started to move on when you suddenly popped up again and threw my heart into the blender? What more is there to say, Jake. You fucked me, proposed to me, and then left me all alone, no explanation, all in the same day.” You wiped the tears that had escaped, your body slowly succumbing to all of the emotions you had kept hidden over the last decade.

“I didn’t fucking leave you! I heard your roommates talking to you about how you deserved better than some loser who was never going to give you the fucking life you deserved!” he yelled, his emotions finally spilling out along with everything he had wanted to tell you. “I listened to them tear me apart, over and over. Then I realized you hadn’t said anything. Not one word, just sat there listening to them. I saw your face, the worry etched in your eyes. I saw the doubt creep over as you started to listen to what they were saying. And in that moment I knew I had to do something, anything to be worthy of you. So I went with Pooch and Cougar, shipped out for basic a few days later.”

You felt Steve and Colin stir at your side the more emotional Jake became as he recounted his side to you. You turned to your friends, asking them to head to the cafe and please take care of the cats and inventory, knowing this was a conversation that was needed, no matter how much you didn’t want to have it.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, as he took another look at Jake. He’d never known the entire story, but he did know you were guarded and scared of anyone getting close to you. It had taken Colin and Steve over a year to earn a place in your life. Brat, Wanda and Doc were easier, all having been through their own trauma, allowing you to bond with the women easily. You never dated,, never even looked at men. He’d always wondered why you wore a stunning emerald ring around your neck on a chain instead of your finger, and now it made complete sense.

“I’m fine, really. Jake would never hurt me, well not physically anyway,” you said, showing Colin and Steve you weren’t scared and that this was something you needed to do. This was a long time coming, a chance you honestly never thought you would get, and now that the opportunity had arrived, you decided it was time to face it all, the good and the bad.

Steve and Colin nodded, giving you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think you could handle this. You waited until your two friends had entered the cafe before you finally turned back to Jake. You saw the genuine emotion in his features even as he refused to look at you. You waited in silence, wanting Jake to continue where he had left off. After a few minutes of the quiet, Jake finally had calmed down enough to recount the story.

Hours after the proposal

You were so excited to show everyone your ring, so completely happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling. When the two of you finally came up for air, you went to share the news with your friends and roommates while Jake went to shower before meeting up with Pooch and Cougar. You held out your hand, for your friends to see, the happiness and smile on display for anyone to see. Your friends, who you would later learn were never really your friends at all, shared a look. You smile started to falter as you saw their faces, not understanding why they weren’t happy for you.

“Listen, I know you think you’re in love, and that Jensen is the one, but you’re so young,” Thing One said, her tone condescending and downright cruel. “You deserve more than what that loser can offer.” Thing One looked over at Thing Two and continued their unfair demolition of you and Jake Jensen.

“He will never be able to give you the life you deserve. He’s going to what, provide a lavish life as an IT Helpdesk specialist? Have you tried turning it off then back on?” Thing Two sneered and Thing One laughed along.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing things correctly or being overly sensitive. This had to be a joke, there was just no way these two women had fooled you for your entire college career. Had they always been this snotty, or did you just never spend enough time around them to see who they truly were.

“You are destined for such great things, and you deserve someone who can give you that lavish lifestyle,” Thing One replied as she moved to sit next to you. “Jake is the guy you date before you find the one. He’s the one who will teach you about wants and needs, and he will help you move on to the type of man that can provide that to you. Jake isn’t the one you marry.”

“See, once we leave this time in our life, you’ll grow and expand your horizon, and you’ll find the perfect man to give you financial security, along with plenty of play money and if you end up with kids, that’ll just secure that jackpot even more.” Thing Two sounded so superficial and vapid, making you question every interaction you’d ever shared, realizing these two were not friends, they were nothing but wolves in sheeps clothing.

“What about love? Sharing your life with the one person who understands everything about you? What about happiness at never having to go through this hard enough life alone because you’ve found the other half of who you are, the part of you that was always missing?” you questioned, completely blind sided by this entire conversation.

“Love is a kids fantasy and we aren’t children any more,” Thing One said, Thing Two shaking her head vigorously in agreement. “Love won’t pay the mortgage, the heat, the cars, the vacations. Love isn’t a true or feasible goal, it’s something poor people will hold on to because they let the dream of everything else pass them by.”

You stood up, your stomach sour, bile rising into the back of your throat. “This is the most vile and disgusting conversation I have ever had with you two. I love Jake Jensen with every cell and molecule in existence, and he loves me. He is not a loser. The only losers in this conversation are the two of you, and I pity you,” you spat, completely ignoring the looks of shock as you turned to walk away. “Love is the most amazing emotion in the world, keeping you warm, secure, and happy. The two of you will only know a man who will start cheating once your looks start to fade, trading you in for a younger woman. No amount of plastic surgery can change the fact that you have peaked, and it is only downhill from here on out.” You turned and walked into your room, completely ignoring the angry words being hurled in your direction, slamming the door in complete disgust. You threw yourself on your bed, taking out your phone to text Jensen, falling asleep as you waited for his reply. That reply would never come.

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“I heard them tell you how you deserved more, how I would never be able to take care of you, and you said nothing. Not one fucking word,” Jake accused, his voice wavering. “So I left, I went to become the man that you deserved, but when I came back, you were gone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jake?!” you screamed causing him to take a step back. “You obviously didn’t hear anything cause I absolutely defended you! I was so in love with you, I would never have let anyone change my feelings toward you.”

You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten until you watched Jake flinch from you poking his chest with each word. At this moment though, you couldn’t care less.

“I ended my friendship with them over you. I never agreed with a fucking word they said, not one, but I may as well have since you just dipped, left me with no answers, no reason, no closure. You left me! You fucking left me and didn’t say one fucking word!” You couldn’t stop the tears, finally able to process the last ten years of emotions.

“I texted you, I emailed you, I called you, I did everything right, and you still fucking left me! You broke me, Jensen. You fucking broke me!” You’d started pounding on your fists on his chest, just wanting him to hurt as much as he had hurt you. Jake grabbed your hands as you slowed down, pulling you into his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“I waited for you, I fell apart. I mourned for you every day, I was left wondering what I had done wrong. Did you not love me? Did you realize you wanted someone else? You fucking broke me, Jake Jensen, and I’ve never been whole since,” you cried as he cradled you, your face in the crook of his neck.

“I waited, I didn’t leave my bed, Jolene knew something but she wouldn’t tell me. I didn’t get out of bed for months after you left. I was a shell. I finally realized you weren’t coming back, so I got up, I went through the motions, I lived from day to day. I made friends. It took me a long time to let Steve, Colin, Brat, Doc, Wanda, and Bucky in, but they never left my side. Then ten years later, ten years after no contact, you pop back up, and now I’m back to being a shell.”

“Do you still love me? Or carry some of the same feelings still?” Jake asked quietly, his heart starting to race. “I never stopped loving you. Not once,” Jake admitted as the tears started falling.

“That’s not fair, Jake. You don’t get to break me then ask me if I still love you after I’ve slowly put myself back together.” You pulled yourself out Jake’s arms, immediately missing his warmth and comfort. “You don’t get to come back and ask about my feelings, they aren’t your concern anymore.” You pulled your chain out, running your ring back and forth across the chain, a nervous habit you’d never been able to stop.

Jake looked down, seeing the ring, and for one flicker of a second, he felt his heart soar. You still had his ring. You still wore his ring. He had a chance to prove himself and his feelings to you.

“I need time Jake, I need time.” You ran your hand through your hair, your resolve wavering just a little, but that wasn’t a road you could go down now. “How long are you going to be in town?”

Jake cleared his throat and wiped away his tears. “Uh, Clay said we have a mission here, I guess we’re going to be working with the Avengers, so we’ll be here until it’s done.”

“Well, you’ve already met Steve, and you’ll meet Brat, Doc, and Wanda soon, so good luck with that. Doc will neuter you,” you half joked, pretty sure she just might.

“Yeah, not the first time I’ve heard that, oddly enough,” Jake said. “Do you think we can talk when we get back?” Jake looked at you hopefully, giving you his soft puppy eyes you never could resist.

“I’ll think about it. Just….don’t die, we’ll talk when you get back, okay? That’s the most I can give you right now.” You kept playing with your ring before you realized that he had to have seen it by now. Tucking it back into your shirt, you smoothed your shirt and cleared your throat. “Don’t fucking die, and we’ll talk when you get back.”

“Music to my ears, Wormie. I’m coming back to you, and we will figure this all out. I never stopped loving you, haven’t dated anyone else at all, had you on my mind the entire time I’ve been gone.”

Jake threw his arms around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into his scent and warmth, as if you’d never been apart. Jake placed a kiss on your cheek and got back into his car, waving as he pulled away.

You watched his car disappear into traffic, your brain busy with everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Did you still love him? If you were being honest with yourself, you had never stopped, and that was the problem here. You turned and headed into the cafe, your mind wandering all over.

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It had been a few weeks since you had heard from anyone. You were used to Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Tony, Brat all going no contact while on missions, but now you also had Jake to worry about, and that wasn’t something you were used to. You tried to keep as busy as possible, and thankfully Tony seemed to know you needed this, and you threw all of your time and energy into it.

You worked extra hours at the shelter, working to get all of the pets up to date on their vaccinations, addressing all medical concerns, and getting all of the animals spayed or neutered. You had just returned from picking up a new intake who needed to have an eye and tail removed, a stray found in pretty bad shape and brought to you by Colin for help.

“Hey Seamus,” you said as he climbed out of the carrier, stretching his body then immediately wrapping himself around your ankles, his purr the only noise in the room. “I heard you tried to eat the techs, Seamus. We talked about this.” Seamus looked at you, turning his head to the side and meowing in response to your admonitions. “They said you were extra spicy and almost sent one to the techs to the hospital.” Seamus chuffed, walking over to inspect the food and water bowl you had set up in your office.

“Alright you little shit, let me work for a little bit, then we’ll head home.” You moved behind your desk, opening your laptop to go over the final details for the adoption benefit set to happen in two weeks. You let your mind get lost in the planning, finally not thinking about Jake or your friends.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been working, but you finally decided to give up when the words started blending and blurring together. You stood and stretched, your back and neck sore from being in the same position. Seamus looked up at you from his perch on the window in your office, annoyed at having been disturbed.

“Come on, Spicy Seamus, let’s go home.” You grabbed his harness and leash, bending over to allow him to step in so you could fasten him in. You turned and grabbed your purse, opening your door and shutting off the light as you and Seamus made your way out to your car. You opened your passenger side door, allowing Seamus to jump in. You locked his harness into the seatbelt, closed his door and made your way to the driver's seat.

You made the short trip home, you and Seamus making it inside just as the sun was rising over the horizon. Another day done with still no word from anyone. You fed Seamus, washed your face and brushed your teeth. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, your exhaustion finally catching up to you.

You slept for a few hours, your dreams restless, your subconscious returning back to Jake at every twist and turn. You woke up covered in sweat, unsure of exactly where you were, your dreams so real. You heard your phone ringing, the sound part of what woke you up so suddenly. You looked at the caller ID, your heart dropping into your stomach as you answered the call. You listened, a familiar voice coming over the line, confirming your worst fears. Jake, Steve, and Pooch were missing, having never returned from their portion of the mission. They had been missing for about two weeks, but the team stayed to look for them, only giving in when they needed to come back and replenish their supplies

You stayed still, almost scared to breathe as he talked, hoping you were still dreaming. Cougar said they were leaving again, bringing Sam, Nat, Doc, and Thor along with them, all hands on deck. Cougar promised he would call again as soon as they had any additional news, then waited for you to acknowledge the conversation before he disconnected the call.

You sat still, your phone still clenched in your hand, your body and mind slipping into shock. Seamus pranced in, jumping onto your bed and laying directly in your lap, his front paws on your chest as he purred. You finally let your emotions in, allowing yourself to fall apart as Seamus continued his comfort. You finally fell victim to your emotions, falling into another restless sleep as your nightmares continued to haunt you.

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You spent the next three days in bed, not eating, not showering, not sleeping, only getting up to feed Seamus then go back to bed. Colin received a call from Doc alerting him to the situation when no one had been able to reach you, your phone going straight to voicemail, your texts unread and unanswered.

Colin knew he had to step in when he received a call from the veterinarian you used for the shelter animals called him regarding missed appointments. Colin knew how much the animals meant to you, and with the adoption event so close, he was absolutely certain you would never miss any appointment let alone the ones needed to make these animals adoptable.

You heard the door to your apartment open but you didn’t stir. You didn’t care. All you cared about was Jake and you had lost him again, along with your best friend, maybe for good. Colin knocked on your room door before entering and sitting down next to you on the bed. You didn’t say anything, didn’t even move, barely breathing.

“I took the rest of the dogs in for their shots, the doc says they’re good to go for the adoption event. The cats are all good, Shirley has been taking care of them. The cafe is good to go, I just did inventory. Tony’s party planners are coming tomorrow, I think this is a meeting you’re going to need to take. I’m not too sure what you already had planned.” Colin finished, looking at the TV running quietly in the background, knowing you would say something when you were ready.

“I should have told him before he left,” you said after an hour or so, your voice raspy and strained from not being used. “I still wore his ring, I never stopped loving him, and I didn’t tell him. I just told him not to die, and now I may not see him again.” Your shoulders shook, sobs wracking your body as you finally allowed yourself to feel something, anything.

You turned over and looked at Colin, your tears falling freely as you finally acknowledged your friend and your emotions. Colin opened his arms, allowing you to curl up into him, your head on his chest as you sobbed, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he just allowed you to be. Your friends knew you didn’t like showing your emotion, but the few times you did, they allowed you to just work through it.

After a little bit, your tears finally stopped, your mind finally clearing a little with the release of everything you had needed and wanted to admit leaving your lips. Colin stayed silent, waiting to follow your lead in this situation.

“What time is the meeting with the planners tomorrow?” you asked Colin, as you threw the covers back and got out of your bed. You stopped, fully taking in your smell, highly upset you weren’t able to move away from it.

“They said ten in the morning, but I can move it if you need me to,” Colin replied, breathing through his mouth to not breathe in the nuclear scent wafting off you, but trying very hard not to make you feel any worse than you already did.

“No, ten will be fine. Do any of the animals need a once over before the event?” you continued as you pulled out clean clothes and a towel and headed towards your bathroom. You propped the door to hear Colin and to allow some steam to leave the bathroom as you tended to bathe in temperatures only a demon could love.

“No, barring any emergencies, but all of them are spayed, neutered, and vaccinated. Where’s my Spicy Seamus?” Colin asked as he looked for his furry friend. Colin was obsessed with Seamus even if the cat didn’t care for him whatsoever. “Ow! What the fuck, Seamus? I just tried to give you some food you grumpy ass-”

“Colin! Stop calling my cat names!” Seamus trotted over to you, as you brushed your hair, throwing a triumphant look at Colin as the man stuck his tongue out at the cat. You rolled your eyes, telling Colin how absolutely ridiculous it was for him to argue with a cat. Colin said Seamus started it.

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This was your life leading up to the day of the event. Colin was by your side, fighting with Seamus and keeping you together, the staff helping with the cafe and shelter allowing you to focus on the final details of the event.

You revealed the theme to your staff and volunteers as you made sure each one had an invite to this event. You’d decided on a theme near and dear to your heart, 90’s grunge. The decor you’d decided on was album covers from your favorite music era, the music being the same as the theme.

What you didn’t know is Tony had managed to book one of your favorite bands, a surprise he’d orchestrated before the team had left to find Jake, Steve, and Pooch. You hadn’t heard anything yet, and Colin tried to keep you as busy as possible, knowing if you slowed down, you’d sink back down into your depression hole, and Jake wouldn’t want to see that when he got back. Neither would Steve.

Colin kept in touch with Brat and Clay, getting daily updates on the progress of the rescue mission. As of his last conversation with Clay this morning, there were a few leads to follow up on, and they seemed to be close to finding their missing team. Colin didn’t tell you any of the updates, not wanting to see you spiral or get your hopes too high depending on the conversation.

Before you knew it, the day of the event had arrived. The shelter was busy hanging all of the album covers for the pets, your idea for marketing the dogs and cats. Each album was a famous cover with the pet featured as the main image, the bottom of the cover giving the biography and details of each animal up for adoption. The door between the shelter and cafe would be open, allowing patrons and possible adopters to move freely between both buildings.

After making sure every last detail was tended to, you went home and changed into your outfit: JNKO jeans with holes in the knees, a tank top with gray and black plaid flannel layered overtop, and your absolutely favorite Doc Marten Mary Janes. Your hair was pulled back away from your face, your makeup light and airy.

You heard your front door open and close, not surprising as you were waiting for Colin to come over so you both could head out together. “Hey, can you feed Seamus without him killing you this time?” you yelled out as you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You made sure you had your necklace with your ring on, not that you ever took it off, but you always checked, just in case.

“I’m almost done!” you called as you grabbed your wallet and keys, making your way into the living room. “Hey, Colin are you-” you stopped short as you took in the sight in front of you. It wasn’t Colin standing there, petting your one eyed friend, nope. That sure as fuck was not Colin. You stopped short as you watched him stand straight, your eyes not believing what you were seeing.

“Hey Wormie,” Jake said as he locked eyes with you. He stood still, waiting for you to say anything, something, but you just stood there staring at him. “I asked them not to call you, I wanted to come straight over and see you-” Jake started, trying to fill the silence before you moved.

You crossed the room, running to Jake, throwing your arms around him as your lips met his to stop his nervous rambling. You kissed him intensely, not stopping for anything. You needed Jake, needed to feel Jake, needed to know Jake was here and not going anywhere. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you over to the wall, placing your back against it as he stopped kissing you long enough for you to remove your clothes as he removed his, immediately kissing you again as he plunged into you, neither of you wasting any time.

Jake stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust, his lips never leaving your skin once. “Jake, I need you,” you whispered, pleading with Jake to move as he continued kissing every bit of flesh he could find.

Jake started moving, his lips finding yours again. You kissed each other breathless, resting your foreheads against one another and panting, then kissing again, not wanting any space between the two of you. You’d been apart long enough, there wasn’t any more time to waste. Jake dropped his hand down, immediately finding your clit, rubbing expertly to bring you over the edge, his mouth swallowing your sound as you fell over.

Jake didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations as your second orgasm fell before you had finished the first, the clench causing Jake to cum, emptying himself into you as you both fought to catch your breath. You kept kissing Jake as you both came down, as if trying to make yourself believe he was really here.

“I’m here,” Jake said as he held you close, still seated inside of you, needing to know you were just as real as he was in this moment. He continued to reassure you that he was here, he was real, that this time, he was not going anywhere. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but you felt the tears running down your face.

You and Jake moved from the wall to the bathroom where you both got lost in each other again before finally cleaning yourself and him, getting dressed and making your way to the benefit hand in hand, not that everyone there didn’t know exactly what had just happened. You both wore the marks all over, but Tony was the only one to say anything at all.

“So glad you could finally make it, you disgusting humans. Please tell me you at least showered before gracing us with your presence,” Tony said, flinching and crying when you punched him in the arm. “Geez, I don’t envy you at all, Jensen.” Tony winked as you flipped him the bird as he walked away.

“I’m glad I could finally make it too,” Jake said as he kissed you again. You could finally say the same thing, your world feeling full and where it was always meant to be as you watched your friends and family enjoy themselves around you. You kissed Jake, hugged Colin, took pictures with all of the animals as they were adopted, and just started living, something you hadn’t been able to do for years. Your heart was finally home.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Okay so i’ve been reading a lot of sports romances recently and I went back and had a look at my notes for a Chris Rugby AU series and it has exploded into a multi fic series, with each series featuring a different player a la Off Campus etc!

For example (character might change):

Chris x Reader 1

Ari Levinson x Reader 2

Johnny Storm x Reader 3

Colin Shea x Reader 4

My question is, to make this all work I want to know whether giving the other readers (AKA the ones that aren’t the protagonists of the fic) names and making them more of an OC is something you guys will be cool with?

So when reading Chris x Readers story, the other readers that appear as side characters will be given names and be an OC

And then in Ari x Readers story the reader will now be Y/N, and the reader from Chris x Readers story will now have a name

Does that make sense?

This poll isn’t to decide anything its just too see what you guys think, and it’ll be my decision at the end of the day

[bigtreefest]

Fic Rec Masterlist

*This list is constantly being edited as I read more that’s so good I feel the need to share

Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊 | ST’s Favorite 🌟

Bucky Barnes

Series

🌟An Offer by @wntrs0ldier

I Thought You’d Never Happen to Me by @nickfowlerrr

Van Helsing Retold 🧊by @gaysindistress

New Tricks by @sebstanwhore

The List by @srgntjamesbuckybarnes

Catch Me if You Can by @buckyalpine

Treat You Better by @notafunkiller

Wedded Bliss by @gutsby

I Think He Knows by @delicatebarness

One-Shots

Wrapped Around Him by @angrythingstarlight

Back Again by @delaber

Are You Bored Yet? By @pellucid-constellations

Curiosity Killed the Cat by @queers-gambit

My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations

Traitor (technically a 2-shot) 🧊🔥 by @insomniumstella

Details by @soulgazingwithbucky

When we are Older by @buckys-wintersoldier

Hell Hath no Fury Like a Farmer Scorned by @eat-limes-bitches

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Right Here by @ellemj

I Hate You by @ellemj

My First and Only by @buckyalpine

Bake Nights by @jobean12-blog

Steve Rogers

Series

Reckless 💞🔥🧊 by @kinanabinks

The Gemini by @rogersideup

One-shots

With You by @buckets-and-trees

I’m So, So… Sorry by @ronearoundblindly

Stucky

Series

The Brooklyn Boys by @buckets-and-trees

Backstage Pass by @luxeavenger

Mafia!Stucky by @myfictionaldreams

The Fuckboy Committee by @kinanabinks

Ari Levinson

Series

Highways & Heatstrokes (trucker AU) 🔥 by @oh-my-damn

🌟Bedrock and Blueprints by @ronearoundblindly

Sweet Renegade by @cevansbrat0007

Being in Love (ex Bucky) by @imtryingbuck

Pearls & Sunflowers by @chase-your-dreams-away

Flamingo King by @onsunnyside

One-Shots

Stoner sex 🔥 by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’ll Wait, Angel by @buckyscombatboots

Jake Jensen

Series

One-Shots

A Helping Hand by @buckymorelikefuckme

Curtis Everett

Series

Live Is Short So Make It Sweet by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I Know I Should Know Better by @krirebr

Dream Come True by @thezombieprostitute

One-Shots

Andy Barber

Series

Like I’m Gonna Lose You (with Ransom Drysdale) by @paperweight91

One-shots

Ransom Drysdale

Series

Precarious Agreements by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of All Ransom by @ronearoundblindly

More Than This by @krirebr

One-Shots

Afterglow by @stargazingfangirl18

Johnny Storm

Colin Shea

Sprawling Multi-character AUs

Lucky Charms by @yenzys-lucky-charm

We’re All Monsters by @krirebr @paperweight91

Come Hell or High Water by @imaginedreamwrite

[onsunnyside]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Have a wonderful day!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

You hear Jonathan stirring before you leave your room. You carry your clothes into the bathroom and get ready quickly. You are almost excited to get back to work, to get back to routine, if only to have a distraction from the chaos.

As you enter the kitchen, you smell coffee. Jonathan is dressed already, his suit clean and pressed. You hope he didn’t have too much trouble with your cheap iron and tiny board. 

“Morning,” he greets with a smile.

“Morning,” you return as you go to the machine. He’s there before you, sliding over an empty mug for you. You fill it and smile sheepishly at the countertop, “thanks.”

“Not at all,” he lingers close to you, “I should apologise. For waking you up so early. My mother never has good timing.”

“It’s fine. Really. That’s… nice that she called,” you rub your neck and back away with your mug in hand, “you must miss her.”

“Certainly,” he takes his own cup and sips between words, “but I dare think my parents are better off without me. They do enjoy an empty nest.”

“Ah,” you nod, cradling the cup as you bask in the warmth. 

“And your parents? Do they live far from here?”

“A few towns over,” you answer, “they’re swept up in my sister’s wedding though. I don’t hear from them.”

“Pity for them,” he says, “they are missing out on a wonderful daughter.”

You chuckle dryly, “sometimes…”

“What? Sometimes… what?” He prompts.

“Nothing, just… you’re too nice. That’s all.”

“If that is my greatest flaw, then I think I’m doing just fine,” he kids.

“Be careful or you might end up like me. If you’re nice to the wrong person, they might just kick in your door,” you scoff and take a reviving sip of coffee.

He doesn’t laugh. You look up at him and swallow tightly, “I was joking.”

“I know. I just don’t think it’s very funny what he’s done,” Jonathan says, “forgive my lack of humour, but it worries me. To think if I hadn’t come in to return your lip balm, what he could’ve done.”

A cold wash flows over you and your face falls. You are suddenly very sober with fear. You nod and back away.

“I know, but he’ll forget about me. He’s that sort, you know? Always on to the next girl.”

“Hmm, perhaps,” Jonathan utters doubtfully.

“Well, lots to catch up on today,” you change the subject as you sit at the small round table by the wall, “I should enjoy these few spreadsheet-free moments.”

“Uh huh,” he nears and sits across from you, concern furrowing in his forehead, “it will be quite the day,” he checks his watch before planting his elbow and cradling his chin, “I’ve a meeting in Carline. I’ll have to drop you at the office and go.”

“Oh, that’s… I could catch the bus–”

“Nonsense, it is on my way out of town,” he insists as he sits back and lets his arm fall over, “I should be back before the end of the day but…” he turns his head, peeking from the corner of his eyes towards the door behind him, “if I am not…”

“I’ll be okay,” you say, not fully convinced.

“I could always leave you my spare key–”

“Really, that’s too much. How about… I’ll text you and let you know when I get in?”

He sighs and swirls his fingers on the tabletop, “he is a very aggressive man and you are…”

“I’m an adult,” you say, “I’ll have to go off on my own sooner than later.”

“Yes, yes, suppose you are right, but I can’t help it. It is only you don’t deserve all this stress,” he brings his hand to the handle of his mug, “perhaps, however, I did set him straight and he knows better.” He lifts his cup, “Still, I will be certain to keep my phone close.”

“Alright,” you agree, pushing away your trepidation. You’ll just have to be sure to be quick and quiet when you get in.

🌼

Jonathan lets you off outside the building and you look up at the corporate brick front with a sense of relief. Not just to be away from your apartment, but to have some time away from your overly attentive boss. He's nice enough but you're starting to feel a bit crowded. A day apart would do you well and hopefully dispel any errant suspicions of unprofessionalism.

Your desk awaits you in its simple tedium. You brew a pot at the shared machine in the break room and wait for the slow trickle to spew out enough for a cup. You take your coffee to your computer and watch it boot, the buffering circle spinning as the old hardware chuffs.

Shari arrives and claims a cup of her own. She gives a hum as she settles in at her desk and yawns. She looks at her mug and doffs it in your direction.

"I can always tell when you've made the coffee," she chimes.

"Right, you only like it when you don't have to do it yourself," you scoff as you wiggle your mouse and open up your browser.

"Not gonna deny that," she chuckles, "feelin' better?"

You look at her, hesitating. Oh yeah, you suppose everyone thought you were off sick. You suppose you were as good as.

"Yeah, vaguely," you shrug, "migraine."

"Ah," she takes a loud swig, "and where's that handsome boss of ours today?"

You don't look at her, focusing on your screen, "hm, I think he has a meeting. Says so in the calendar."

"Sure, the calendar says so," she snorts, "he also had a personal day..."

"Really?" You let your pinky edge over your lower lip and bite down on it.

"Hey," she lowers her voice to a whisper and wheels around the side of her cubicle, "I won't tell anyone. I just wanna hear how it was. Is he as good as I imagine?"

"Shari," you gasp, "really, it's not like that--"

"Anyone with eyes can see he's into you," she smirks, "a man like that knows how to keep his cool but around you..."

You growl her name again and give a sharp look, "he's my boss."

"What no one knows, can't hurt you. You know I can keep a secret. The hubby still doesn't know my book club is a bowling club," she smirks.

"Right," you shake your head and turn your attention back to your computer, "well, there's nothing to keep secret so it should be easy."

🌼

Lunch rolls around as you find yourself bogged down in all the work you have to catch up. As is stands, you were already working from behind. You skip the tuna sandwich you stuffed in your bag and opt instead for another cup of coffee. You sit with your chin in hand, going crossed eye at the excel sheets.

The monotony of the office lulls you, making it hard to keep your eyes open. You long for your apartment and a nice hot bath. That yearning doesn't last as the dread returns. Right, you don't even know if you'll come home to a front door.

Your phone buzzes and you check the notifications, swiveling slightly to read the screen. Jonathan checking in unexpectedly, confirming his arrival in Carline and his intention to be back in town around three. You have another message that gives you pause. The name over it matches the several missed calls you didn't notice in your mindless trance of expense reports and monthly budgets.

Colin. He only ever texted before to see if you were in so he could bum on your couch or mooch a meal from you. That's clear now. You can't believe you were ever giddy to see his name on your phone.

You hit the voicemail icon and put the phone to your ear. You listen to the automated voice that declares you have five new messages. The speaker scuffs before the first starts. It's him.

"Hey, buttercup. I guess you went out with that idiot wanker. I can't seem to find you..." you hear something bang, "nope, not hiding in the closet..." You hit seven to delete and the next message starts. "You better answer before I get real fucking pissed. I just wanna talk, buttercup. And I know you want me. So let's meet halfway--" Delete. "I'm about to break something, sweetheart--" Seven, delete. "PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE!" 

You delete all the messages as a new text pops up. Your thumb hits it without a thought and you see the endless scroll of caps lock floating in bubble up the chat. Every one is just an echo of what was in your voicemail. And pictures. Of your apartment, of your shelf overturned and the contents tossed over the floor. Your pillows shredded as feathers litter the carpet.

You black out your phone and push it deep into your bag. Not right now. You'll have to deal with it later. Maybe you'll wait around for Jonathan after all. Or maybe... maybe you can sort this out without troubling him any further.

You keep a hold of your phone and pull it back out. You ignore the urgent buzzing and search your contacts. You get up and leave your desk, going into the staircase to hide behind the heavy metal door. You hit Ally's name and let out a shaky breath. You wait for her to answer as you chew your thumb.

"Hey!" She chirps through the speaker, "what's up?"

"Hi, Ally, uh...." you don't know what you were thinking. What was you plan here? "Are you, er, with Colin?"

"Nah, I'm working unlike his lazy ass," she laughs, "why, what's up?"

"Well, um, I don't know how to say this... Ally, I'm going to send you some stuff, one second..."

You pull the phone away from your cheek and minimize the call. You bring up the chat and scroll, swiping your hand to screencap the litany of messages, barely able to catch them all as more spew in. You hold your breath as you go into Ally's chat and attach the images. You close your eyes and tap the send arrow.

You put the cell back to your ear and clear your throat, "Ally, please... just read what I sent you."

"Huh, alright," she giggles, "you're always so ser--" her voice cuts off as you sense the audio change as she puts you on speaker. "What the fuck?"

Silence as you sway, pacing on the leveled plain above the flight of stairs, waiting.

"Why-- did you fuck my boyfriend?"

"What? No. Ally. He-- He's the one who broke into my apartment. He's-- he's terrorizing me--"

"And why would he do that unless you were sneaking behind me back? I'm not stupid, I've seen you drooling over him."

"Al, no, I wouldn't--"

"Sure you would. I just can't believe he would," she snarls, "you're so pathetic. You fuck my boyfriend and now you think you can break us up?"

"No!"

"Go fuck yourself, you sad old spinster," she barks and the line dies.

You stare at the phone, stunned. What did you just do?

🌼

You find it hard to shake the uneasiness cast by Colin's message and Ally's reaction. You suspect you've lost two friends in less than a week. All because you were stupid enough to like someone. Because you, an adult, had a dumb crush. Ugh.

You keep your nerves at ease through your work. The numbers are easier than emotions. Around two, your eyes flit back and forth between your spreadsheet and the time in the corner. You wonder when Jonathan will be back or even what you'll tell him. Should you tell him any of it?

You hear the elevator doors swish open and hit save on the file. You pivot, expecting your boss to be striding in early, instead finding a very much unexpected and unwelcome face.

You gape at Colin as he scowls around the office at the dronish workers, many of whom are too caffeine addled or underslept to notice him. You get up, hoping to get him out before he can start anything. You know by the tension in his neck that he's up to no good.

"I wanna talk to the fucking boss," he demands, jolting several people from their waking comas as other pop their heads over their cubicle walls. Shari lets out a strange noise and mops up coffee from her chin as it dribbles down.

"Who's this?" She hisses as you take a step forward.

"Boss isn't here," Ed snorts from his desk, "and we're not hiring."

"I'm not here--" Colin starts, "fuck your fucking jobs." He sneers, "who the fuck is in charge here?"

"Colin, please," you put your hands up pleadingly, "please, just go. We can talk after work--"

"No, no, you had your chance so I'll say what I came here to say and I want everyone in this office to hear it," he snaps, "so tell me where that British douchebag is."

"He's not here," you croak, "Colin--"

"Fine, who needs him," he stomps his foot, "hey, everyone, guess who's fucking her boss?"

"I-- I'm not," you exclaim, voice squeaking, "I swear-- he's crazy. He's just my neighbour, he doesn't--"

"Why else would he be hanging out at her apartment? He was there all night. I have proof," Colin waves his phone around, "so someone tell me who I send it to because I think HR will be real interested in this--"

"Colin, get out! Go away! Why are you doing this?"

"Ah, come on, you," he points to Monica and shoves his phone towards, her, "they looks real cozy, don't they?"

"Colin," you beg as you follow him, "please--"

The elevator doors part again but you barely notice as you try to snatch Colin's cell away. He holds it above his head and nudges you away. He snickers in your face.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jonathan's timbre rips through the babble of your coworkers and Colin's laughter, "Shari, call security."

"Ah, there he is. The star of the show. I was just coming to file a complaint," Colin face Jonathan, "you've been shitting where you eat, big guy and I have it all right here--"

Jonathan stands stoically across from Colin. It's like a Great Dane staring down and uppity chihuahua. He tilts his head slightly and peers past the intruder.

"Shari, put the phone down," Jonathan waves her hand down, "I shall deal with this myself."

Jonathan steps forward, coming chest to chest, or just above Colin's chest, as he glares down his adversary.

"I suggest you leave or I may just have to escort you out. I'm certain you don't wish to repeat last night," he warns.

"Nah, I'll stay--"

Colin barely keeps a grip on his phone as he grunts. Jonathan grabs him by the front of his hoodie and drags him away from the bullpen. Colin struggles with him, stomping around, trying to crush the other man's sleek leather shoes. 

Jonathan spins as Colin's fist glances past the instinctive turn of his head. Your boss keeps a hold of your neighbour with one hand and presses the elevator button. The belts grind, and the doors open. He dodges another fist as he throws Colin into the box.

"Good day, sir," He taps the down button as Colin lands on his ass. The doors open and leaves the office in deafening silence.  Jonathan turns to face his audience and raises his chin, "back to work."

He strides past you and between the cubicles. He swings his office door shut behind him, punctuating the tension. You gulp and go back to your desk, sitting numbly as your eyes haze with tears.

"I knew it," Shari trills.

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

Now that Bambi's been introduced to the family...

Find Bambi's intro HERE!

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

July 7/23 Masterlist Update

✅ - finished 🆕 - new series

Series

Marvel

The Little Things In Life (Steve Rogers)

Never Too Late ✅(Steve Rogers)

Outside the Lines 🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

All the Good Girls Go To Hell🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

Watching, Waiting…🆕(Bucky Barnes)

In the Summertime🆕(Helmut Zemo)

Take Shelter🆕(Thor)

No Time This Time🆕(Tony Stark)

Other Fandoms

Who’s The Boss?🆕(Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

Wildest Dreams (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

River Below (Rafe Canerom, The Outer Banks)

Only Yesterday 🆕(Nick Fowler, The 355)

Laisse tomber les filles ✅(Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Don’t Speak🆕(Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

To be alone with you🆕(Clark Kent, DC)

Multifandom

Pretty Petals (Multifandom)

Crushed (Colin Shea, What’s Your Number; Jonathan Pine, Night Manager)

One Shots

Marvel

Graceless (Steve Rogers)

Other Fandoms

Through the Eye (John Wick)

God Mode (God The Bounty Hunter, Ghosted)

Double Trouble (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man; August Walker, Mission Impossible: Fallout)

Drabbles

Series

Marvel

Drawn Together🆕(Steve Rogers)

Wallflower✅(Thor)

One (Steve Rogers)

Hide and Seek 🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)Watching, Waiting…🆕

Resistance (Bucky Barnes)

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[chrisdrysdale]

my fairy diary

welcome to my masterlist...

keys: (s)mut, (f)luff, (a)ngst, (d)ark, (i)llusions to smut

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

bucky barnes

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

to have and to hassle (s,f,a)

babysitting (s,f)

first time (s,f,a)

anything for my baby (s,f)

never again (s,f)

of course not (s,f)

help (s,f)

cant quite do it (s,f)

3 month 6 days and 15 hours (a,s)

crash (f,a)

sunrise kisses (f)

better alone (s,f)

not that just you (s,a,f)

dont look at me like that (s,f,a)

cling onto you (s,f)

my marks (s,f)

he likes her feisty (i,a,f)

home (s,f)

you'll always be with me (A,s,f)

touch (a,f)

im here i have you (a,f)

we'll try again (f,i,a) - mentions of pregnancy

you're soaking! (i,f)

the look around (i,f)

all for you (f)

these are for you (a)

Love shot (a,f,i)

My only love (a, f)

bucky drabbles

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ketchup (f)

red lace (s) --- part 2 (s)

swim (i,f)

no apologies needed (s,a)

Am I dying (s)

drunk (s, f)

dom!bucky (s)

drunk!bucky (s)

shaving bucky (f)

protective bucky (f)

the hobbit and cookies (f)

sub!bucky (s,f)

easter with the barnes (f)

bucky's nightmare (f,a)

sea coral (f,a)

snuggles (f)

bucky & a breeding kink (s)

road trip (s)

repairs (s)

wake up (a,f)

boop (f)

hold me (f)

neck (a,f)

jealous dilf!bucky (s)

bucky series

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Runaway bride masterlist

steve rogers

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

soon sweetheart soon (a,f) - platonic

petals (f,s)

petals - pt2. (f,s)

tipsy (f,s)

tispy - pt2. (f,s)

call me by your name (f,s)

Helpless ( d, s, a) - very dark

woah.. (f)--- part 2 (f) --- part 3 (f)

thingy (s, f)

lloyd hansen

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

breed (s)

stucky

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ours (f,a,i)

let it out (a,s,f)

join us (s,f)

well well well what do we have here (s)

matt murdock

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

cutie (f)

sebastian stan

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

need a minute (a,f,s)

beautiful (a,f,i)

chris evans ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

love's gaze (f)

finally! (f)

i’m keeping it (f)

Grief (a,f)

Sleepyheads (f)

Bubble (f)

My AU’s

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

farmland sweetness AU (f,a,s)

Seb and Chris characters from kinktober in april 2022 +18s

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

marking with chris beck

eating out with nick fowler

swallowing with frank (e,b)

daddy kink with lance tucker

spooning with colin shea

roleplay with Ransom

sex toys with johnny storm

whips with curtis everett

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[justalonelyslytherin]

Drabbles & blubrs

Back to the > Main Masterlist <

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Unusual Training

Ransom Drysdale

Jake Jensen

Midnight Cravings

Colin Shea

Piggyback Ride

Best Nap Ever

What A Shirt Can Tell

Curtis Everett

Gentle

Blanket

Johnny Storm

Andy Barber

Tub For Two

Lloyd Hansen

Cuddle Me Already

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Bath

Strangers to Friends to Lovers

coffee shop au