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[salamispots]

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Supernatural x Little Sis! Reader:

Happy Birthday, Nerd

description: your brother almost forgets your birthday. you tried not to care, but some traditions are harder to bury than you'd think. fluff, dean being a shitty baker but good brother, sam and you are nerds, flashbacks to childhood, 3k words `(*>﹏<*)′ warnings: mentions of mothers death, John’s absence

The motel smelled like stale coffee and the remnants of takeout. Dean sat on the edge of the lumpy mattress, cleaning out a clip of silver bullets while Sam leaned against the kitchenette counter, eyes flicking from his book to the bathroom where you’d shut the door over twenty minutes ago.

“She’s been quiet lately,” Sam muttered.

Dean didn’t look up. “She’s always quiet.”

“No,” Sam said. “Not like this. She’s been… kinda spaced out.”

Dean frowned. “You think it’s the hunt?”

“Nah. It’s different,” Sam sighed, looking at him expectantly, “You remember how I used to get around the holidays?...”

Dean blinked at him.

“Come on Dean, don’t tell me you forgot?” Sam huffed. 

Dean set the bullets down, brows knitting together. 

“It’s her birthday tomorrow,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. 

“Shit,” Dean grumbled while rubbing his face. He’d been so caught up in the last hunt, Rugaru, the salt-and-burn, then the EMF readings here. 

“She hasn’t said anything,” Dean muttered, more to himself than to Sam. He always remembered her birthday. Always.

Sam raised a brow. “I mean, our only celebrations were a couple of gas station cupcakes and you telling us the radio static was party music,” Sam gave a small shrug, “Look, we’ve got the rest of the day to work something out.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, grabbing his keys. “Keep her distracted.”

“Where are you going?”

“Gonna see if I can find pink frosting and a miracle,” He said, slamming the door shut. 

----

Dean grumbled under his breath as he eyed the cakes like they were part of a summoning ritual. He could’ve bought a cake, but he’d always make you some. More often than not it’d come out either too dense or likely raw, but that was part of the fun. 

Pillsbury. Betty Crocker. Devil’s food. Yellow. Funfetti?

“Why are there so many kinds of vanilla?” he muttered.

He finally grabbed a box that said “moist” because that seemed important.

Still… something was missing.

Frosting. Pink frosting. The good kind, the kind he used that one year you wouldn’t stop talking about Barbie’s Dream Bakery.

Dean walked toward the front, his boots thudding dully on the linoleum. As he neared the registers, he waved vaguely toward the counter without really looking up.

“Hey uh, where’s the pink frosting at? The bright pink, you know–girly stuff.”

A laugh, soft and high-pitched, rang out. “Aisle five, end of the baking section, top shelf.”

Dean finally looked up.

The girl behind the counter was leaning on her elbows, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she tilted her head with an amused grin.

“Planning a party, tough guy?”

Dean blinked, before stepping closer as his lips quirked into a toothy grin, “Well, yeah, somethin’ like that.”

She arched a brow, clearly expecting more.

“It’s for my little sister,” he added, straightening up a bit. “Birthday.”

That made her smile widen. “Aw. That’s really sweet.”

A few minutes later, he returned to her register, arms full of cake mix, candles, and the brightest pink frosting on the shelf. 

The girl scanned each item, glancing at him with a smile, “She must be lucky. Not every brother would go this far for a birthday.”

Dean grinned, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

But his voice was softer than usual, the bravado slipping just enough to show the truth.

He paid in crumpled bills and shoved the bag into his arm, not before grabbing her number and offering her a parting wink.

----

You were just about to checkmate Sam when the motel door creaked open and Dean stepped inside, the gust of cool evening air following him.

“Finally,” Sam muttered, nudging a pawn forward lazily.

Dean kicked the door shut behind him and stood still for a beat. You looked up from the chessboard, catching the rustle of a brown paper bag clenched in his hand.

Your curiosity piqued, “What’s in the bag?”

Dean froze like you’d just accused him of murder, “Nothin’.”

You raised a brow, “Uh-huh…”

He shifted, adjusting the bag awkwardly under his arm. “It’s… supplies. Guy stuff. Not for you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Supplies?”

“Yup.”

Sam snorted from his side of the table, not even looking up.

Dean scowled at him.

You grinned. “Okay, okay, your Playboy magazines are safe. Jeez.” 

Sam turned toward you, casual as anything.

“By the way, I was thinking,” he said, “There’s this book store a couple blocks down. Saw it on the drive in. Thought I could take you, you know, buy you a few books like an early birthday thing?”

You waved a dismissive hand. “Oh…you don’t have to do that. I’m good.”

Sam tilted his head. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

You shrugged again, feeling the familiar knot of discomfort tighten in your chest. “It’s just another day, Sam.”

He didn’t argue, but the look on his face made you feel bad for saying no. 

You stood up with a sigh and grabbed your coat from the back of the motel chair. 

“Alright. If I get to choose the playlist on the way there, I’m in.”

Sam chuckled, “As if I wasn’t gonna let you anyway, I’m not Dean.”

You bent to tug on your boots, glancing toward Dean, who had taken up his usual spot by the tiny motel TV, flipping through static and late-night talk shows.

“You coming with us?” you asked.

Dean didn’t even look up from the screen. “Nah. My show’s about to be on.”

Your stomach dipped, just a little. You gave a small nod, swallowing the twinge. “Right. See ya.”

Dean lifted a hand lazily in a half-wave. 

You rolled your eyes and followed Sam out into the night, the motel door shutting behind you with a soft click.

You tried not to let it bother you. The truth was you hadn’t really celebrated your birthday in a while, not with Dean and you being so busy hunting with Dad before he went missing. 

But he always tried, even in the smallest ways. 

You told yourself it was fine. You weren’t a kid anymore, no matter how much you still remembered those motel cupcakes and crumpled napkin doodles.

You pulled your hood up and exhaled.

It was fine. It was just another day and at least you had Sam.

Back inside the motel room, the moment the Impala’s engine rumbled and faded into the distance, Dean leapt up like his seat had caught fire.

He nearly sprinted to the kitchenette, flinging open the cabinet doors. “Okay. Okay. We got… two pots, no measuring cups, and a bowl.”

The oven in the corner groaned as he cranked the knob and smacked the side for good measure.

“Alright, Betty Crocker, let’s do this.”

He rolled up his sleeves and cracked the eggs with more force than necessary, shells flying.

“Little punk thinks I’d actually forget,” He mutters to himself with a snicker as he whisks the batter with fervor.

A beat.

“…Okay yeah, I forgot, but still.”

He tore open the frosting tub, dipped a finger in to taste it, then gagged at the stale taste, but he used it anyway because you liked it.

As the cake finally hit the oven and the candles were laid out like tiny soldiers, Dean stood back and surveyed the disaster he’d created. Batter in his hair. Pink frosting on his jeans. Napkins with doodles of middle fingers and 'Happy Birthday, nerd' in crooked letters.

He looked toward the door, then back at the cake, huffing at how much effort he'd put into all this. Hell, it wasn't the first time. He chuckled as he recalled that time he'd surprised you for your ninth birthday~

Dean shifted the Impala into park outside Roosevelt Elementary, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stared out the windshield. He’d skipped school more times than the average degenerate 16 year old should. Instead of ditching to drink with his friends or go to some lame movie, it was always to be on the road, to hunt some monster with Dad.

Today was supposed to be one of those rare days he could actually go, but when he reached for the handle of the fridge that morning to fix breakfast for the three of you, the circled date on the calendar made him pause.

Your birthday. 

So there he was, cupcakes sat beside him in a cheap foil tray, the plastic lid fogged with steam. He eyed the frosting and sighed.

“They ain’t bakery fresh, but they’re pink,” he grumbled, grabbing the tray and shouldering the car door open.

Inside the school, it didn’t take much to charm the front office secretary, just a flash of teeth, a confident “I’m Y/N’s older brother,” and some vague line about a “birthday surprise approved by Dad.” 

Ten minutes later, he was standing outside Room 12B, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

The door opened, and a woman in a floral cardigan blinked at him.

“You are…?”

“Dean Winchester.” He grinned and held up the tray, “Y/N told me it was her birthday, and, well…figured the class might want some sugar to survive the afternoon.”

The teacher hesitated, eyes flicking over the tray, then back to his too-confident smile,

 “Oh. Well, that’s…very sweet of you.”

“Sweet’s my middle name, ma’am,” Dean winked.

That earned him an eye-roll, but she stepped aside and let him in.

You sat in the third row, arms folded on your desk as you stared at a half finished puzzle board, chin resting on top. Your face was pinched in that quiet kind of disappointment he recognized way too well in both you and Sam, the kind that sets in when you try not to hope but still do anyway.

He caught your eye. 

You jolted, whole face lighting up,

“Dean?”

He smirked, walking past rows of curious kids. “The one and only.”

He set the tray down on a nearby table and popped the lid. 

Your mouth curved into a soft grin as you stood from your chair to join the line, but Dean caught your shoulder gently and nodded for you to sit back down. 

“Hang on, special delivery.”

From behind his back, he pulled out two slightly less-squished cupcakes and a stack of motel napkins with a Sharpie doodled on top, 

'Happy Birthday, nerd.'

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, “I thought you forgot.”

He scoffed, plopping a few napkins on your desk, “C’mon. I’m not that heartless.”

As the others buzzed around the cupcake tray and the teacher tried to maintain some semblance of order, he smirked as he reached into his jacket pocket.

From it, he pulled a tiny matchbook and a single, crooked birthday candle, setting it into the cupcake and striking the match against the book. The flame flickered to life.

You gasped softly. “You brought a candle?”

“Damn right I did,” he said, shielding the flame with one hand and bringing the cupcake to your face. “Alright. Now…make a wish.”

You stared at the candle. He could see the way your eyes flickered, not just with the flame, but with something else.

You leaned in, and blew it out. Before you could take a bite, Dean swiped his finger through the frosting and tapped your nose.

“Hey! I hate when you do that,” You scowled.

“Alright, alright, here you go. Couldn’t help it,” he chuckled, reaching over and offering you a napkin.

You wiped your nose, suppressing a smile through your indignation.

“Jerk.”

He grinned, “Bitch.”

The assistant teacher watching over the class gave him a look to which Dean shifted and cleared his throat, 

“It’s a…term of endearment.” he muttered, pulling up a small chair and sitting beside you, facing away from her and the rest of the class.

“You gonna tell me what you wished for?”

You fiddled with the corner of the napkin, not quite meeting his gaze.

“I know it won’t happen,” you began quietly, “but I wished I could see Mom. Just once. Even if it’s just…her spirit or something. I mean Dad says ghosts are real so…”

Dean was speechless for a second, green eyes fixed on yours, those same damn puppy dog eyes you and Sam had. Always looking for good, always believing maybe things could be different.

He watched in silence as you looked away, your stubby little fingers absentmindedly folding the napkin into an origami as though nothing had happened.

You were too young to remember your Mom's passing, but he saw the way you looked her pictures, fiddling with your hair and trying to style it like she had in the photos when you thought no one was looking.

“Look!” You said, showing him the napkin which now resembled a swan, “Sammy taught me how to do this.” 

He snapped out of his daze, chuckling a bit as he reached for the paper you held up to his face, “Yeah? He’s gotta teach me how to do that too.” 

He reached into his bag and handed you a mini bag of chips.

“Here,” he said, ripping it open, “brought some from the motel.”

“Thanks.” 

You ate a few as you swung your feet, smiling softly as you leaned your head against his arm. ----

He was torn from his thoughts as the motel door swung open with a jingle of keys and a gust of chilly air.

You stepped in first, arms full of books stacked high against your chest, the glossy covers catching the lamplight. Sam trailed behind you, dropping the keys onto the nightstand with a sigh, “I thought I was gonna die in there.”

You laughed, the warmth still clinging to you from the soft lights of the shop and the genuine interest Sam showed even when he didn’t understand a word of whatever novel you were rambling about. 

Dean stood near the kitchenette, casually leaning like he’d just been watching TV the whole time. But the smell of vanilla cake and something slightly...off hung thick in the air. 

The small table had been cleared, a lopsided cake sat in the center, candles stuck in like a patch job. A few dollar-store streamers hung half-heartedly across the curtain rod.

You froze.

Dean scoffed, “You gonna stand there like a statue or come sit before this thing collapses on itself?”

You huffed, “Wait, you remembered?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Course I did. What kinda jackass do you think I am?”

You turned to Sam, “Were you in on this? why didn't you tell–”

Sam chuckled and took the comic books from your arms and tossed them gently onto the bed, “Just sit,” he said, guiding you toward the chair in front of the cake. 

Dean struck a match, one by one, the candles came to life, their tiny flames flickering like stardust.

“Ready?” Sam grinned.

You nodded, still dazed.

They began to sing. It was loud and off-key. Dean put way too much twang into it and Sam sounded like he was trying to harmonize with a blender, but it was your song nonetheless.

Dean leaned down after they finished, inching the cake toward you, “Make a wish.”

You nodded, closing your eyes, the candles flickering behind your lids. 

At first you thought of wishing for what you didn’t have, like you did every year. But then you thought about everything you did have. 

Your weird, loud, broken brothers.

And suddenly, you didn’t wish for Mom and Dad anymore. 

Just for this to last.

So you took a deep breath and blew the candles out.

The cake, you discovered, tasted like a dare.

Some bites were too sweet, others weirdly eggy, and one had a crunch that absolutely should not have been there. It tasted like childhood. Like the kind of lopsided effort only Dean and Sam could ever give you.

Sam looked up mid-bite, eyebrows furrowed, “Hey… is that pie?”

Dean shamelessly pulled out a half-wrapped aluminum container from the counter, “Hell yeah it is.”

Sam squinted, “Why would you bake a cake and bring a pie?”

Dean gave him a deadpan look. “Because I didn’t make the pie.”

Sam snorted, shaking his head. You leaned over to give Sam the see what I've been living with? look.

Later, you guys pulled out your old camera, scratched up and taped together like most things in your life, and snapped a few photos here and there for memories sake.

Sam took one of Dean sticking frosting on your nose.

Another where your hand was mid-slap.

A few moments later, the three of you decided to play cards. As expected, Sam took offense to Dean’s incessant cheating, so you snapped one of them in a full-on wrestling match that nearly knocked the last pieces of cake to the floor.

Hours passed. The motel was quiet now, wrapped in the soft hum of the television and the distant rattle of traffic outside. Sam and Dean sat on the couch, half-watching a baseball game, occasionally arguing over which team was worse.

You curled up in the armchair with one of your new books until something caught your eye.

A flicker in the window. You blinked and lowered the book, setting it quietly on the side table.

There, just outside, stood a woman.

She wore white, an old-fashioned sundress that fluttered even though there was no breeze. Her blonde hair framed her face softly, and in her hands, she held a single candle.

But she wasn’t terrifying. She wasn’t monstrous or broken or angry like the ghosts you were used to seeing. Her smile was warm and…familiar.

You took a step closer to the window.

Mom.

She looked straight at you. Eyes full of love. Of something that felt like permission to grow older.

You turned to Sam and Dean, watching the game obliviously. You were about to call them over, but then she gently closed her eyes and blew out the candle.

And she was gone.

You stared for a moment longer. Not scared. Not sad. Just still, at peace.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice called softly behind you. “You alright?”

You turned to him and nodded, “Yeah.”

Crossing the room, you dropped yourself down onto the couch between them again, the soft rise and fall of their breaths grounding you. 

You leaned your head against Dean’s shoulder.

He glanced down, raising a brow, “You good?”

You hummed, nodding again.

He gently ruffled your hair before returning his gaze back to the TV and shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Cool. You missed it, Sammy’s team is losing miserably,” He chuckled, giving Sam a teasing look. He was met with a hard glare. "Jerk." "Bitch."

You smiled, letting the sound of the baseball announcer and your brothers quiet bickering fade into the background as you dozed off. 

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[plasmara]

currently on vacation and thinking about how unhinged the team would be in a hotel. the beach is cool or whatever but imagining this is doing way more for me so u all have to know about it now too

i think jay absolutely reverts to being a kid in hotels. like coz he didn’t get to do this kind of thing growing upso now he’s throwing himself into the whole experience. insists on being the first one into the room and immediately claims “his” bed . And it’s always somehow the worst one and everyone’s like ? we weren’t gonna fight u for that one buddy. he uses all the tiny soaps. he loves those weird little plastic desserts from the buffet that look like edible art and taste like nothing. he inhales four at a time (someone stop him!!!!!!) he also orders room service just to say he did. fully living his best life. he also befriends the cleaning staff within 24 hours and leaves them origami animals and thank u notes. he gets especially close to one older woman who reminds him of his mom and hugs her like he’s known her his whole life when they check out. they’re definitely facebook friends now

nya and kai also didn’t grow up doing hotel stuff, but they go about it in very different ways:

nya acts like she’s been dropped into an unfamiliar battlefield with no map. unpacks the second she walks in. scans the room like she’s inspecting a mission site. sits on the edge of the bed and Absolutely does not know how to relax. jay has to stage a 3-step intervention just to get her horizontal and watching trash TV. she complains at first—“this is brain rot, jay”—and then ten minutes later she’s yelling at the screen like, “OH my god she’s lying, that’s not even his baby!” (it’s an episode of “Are You the Father?” and she is INVESTED). jay looks so smug it’s disgusting. once she finally gives in to the hotel experience, jay assumes she’s gonna, like, chill out—maybe nap, but instead she fully loses her mind over the little activities hotels set up. darts, ping pong, weird lobby trivia nights—she’s there early, stretching, asking what the first place prize is. darts with her is a full-contact sport. she talks trash, she throws bullseyes, she intimidates other guests. the staff are weirdly scared of her but too impressed to stop her. jay just sits there holding her mimosa like “sorry not sorry this is my wife and i support her no matter what.” AND YES she’s absolutely obsessed with the breakfast mimosas. swears she’s “just taste-testing” but she’s tipsy by 9am and calling it research. jay’s her self-appointed assistant and takes it very seriously

and kai….. oh kai’s on his ross from friends arc. absolutely determined to get his money’s worth. he takes five showers a day. uses every single towel. drinks all the in-room coffee pods “just to test them.” takes the bathroom robe. takes the hanger the robe was on. takes the complimentary flip-flops and the laundry bag too. then stashes the sewing kit in his luggage like it’s a souvenir. he’s also fully dressed, zipped up, and sitting on the edge of the bed by 10:58am but refuses to leave a minute before checkout. silliest part is he’s not even the one who paid for the room

zane makes a whole itinerary the second they arrive. no one follows it. he pretends not to be disappointed. still gently asks if anyone wants to accompany him to the fitness center. no one does. eventually lloyd goes because he feels bad. zane considers this a win. also tries every single hotel amenity out of respect. leaves a review when they check out—not just a rating, noooooo he’s committed so its a fully formatted document. paragraphs. bullet points. hyperlinks. includes detailed notes on the water pressure and the “emotional tone of the lobby lighting.” gets the names of all the staff so he can thank them properly. two weeks later they send him a thank-you email and a gift card

lloyd’s obviously right there with jay, riding the high of free breakfast and hallway chaos. they’re up at 5:50am for the continental breakfast like it’s a red carpet premiere. standing in front of the buffet watching the staff set up, whispering like “okay i’ll hit the waffles first, you go for the muffins.” tag-team energy. he also spends half the day in the pool. makes friends with a group of kids and helps them build a pool noodle obstacle course. gives out nicknames. teaches one of them how to do a front flip. gets invited to dinner by their mom and yes he goes he feels Bad turning it down

cole ALSO loves the pool, but in a completely different way. he alternates between going absolutely feral doing competitive laps (he and kai have an ongoing bet about who can swim the most without dying and they’re both taking it Extremely seriously even tho there’s nothing actually on the line? no prize no consequences and the idiots didn’t even shake on it) and switching to full relaxation mode. like shirt half-off, sunglasses on, sprawled out on a sun-bed with three snacks and some hotel drink with a tiny umbrella. no in-between. he burns through 800 calories in the water and then eats double that in chips ten minutes later. calls it balance. and goes without saying that he treats the hotel buffet like a blood sport. says stuff like “i’m not leaving ‘til i break even” and they all laugh but he’s being dead Serious. stacks his plates like a construction site. takes food back to the room in napkins. 100% the one who suggests bringing tupperware “just in case.” gets caught trying to stuff pastries into a travel mug and just goes “uh. i thought this was a self-serve situation?” no one buys it. doesn’t matter. he’s already out the door

[rafedaddy01]

Daddy pt 6 final part

Warnings: angst, sad

A/n: you guys are gonna hate me 😬

Pt 5

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You just happened to be walking by Rafes room when you heard him tell his wife that they should get rid of you “I’m home most days now and since you’re finished with your project maybe we could let her go” you hate to admit it but Rafes words stung. Whatever this was between you two, you knew it couldn’t involve feelings, but he got you pregnant. You’re carrying his child and he’s willing to just toss you aside like trash?

“I’m worried about her rafe” you heard the voice of Rafes wife. Who you’ve grown to like and gotten really close too lately. Shes been talking you through baby stuff and offering to by you new things. You feel bad for fucking her husband, it never should have happened like this. “She doesn’t even know who the baby daddy is”

You hear rafe scoff, “is that what she told you”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His wife responds, and you’re about ready to walk off when you see rafe standing near the door. His eyes meet yours and you try not to let the tears form but they fight their way through.

You could blame the hormones but it wasn’t just that. Rafe was an asshole. You don’t know what you expected getting entangled with him, but you never thought he could be so ruthless. He would always cuddle you after the two of you fucked, he’d take care of you and clean you up and be so damn sweet. But this was a monster, the look in his eye said enough. He didn’t care that you overheard, he looked smug. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face and burst in the room and tell his wife everything.

Instead you wiped your tears and pushed past him, leaving the Cameron estate and going back to your studio apartment.

You spent the rest of the night crying. Since Mrs, Cameron was home for a while now she told you, you didn’t have to come in to work but if you’d like you could join them for dinner. You wanted to, you barely had any money to buy groceries and you knew you had to eat because your eating for two now. But the thought of coming face to face with rafe and sitting at one table with him just made you wanna vomit.

-

The next morning you woke up later than usual. Your stomach had been cramping all night and it was hard to fall asleep. You only just started your third trimester so you know it’s too early for the baby, it could be Braxton hicks so you don’t read too much into it. You make yourself some breakfast and sit down to watch some tv while you eat.

“It’s just you and me now, buddy. We don’t need anyone else” you rub your stomach as you talk. Suddenly you hurdle over, your lower stomach causing excruciating pain, you scream out as it feels like something’s trying to tear out of you. “Fuck”

You try to stand up but it only makes it worse. Tears fill your eyes as you look down to see red all over your couch cushions. “What the hell” you reach for your phone on the coffee table, breathing through the pain as you stretch your hand.

“Rafe! I- ah- I need you to come quick. Something’s wrong-“ you mange to say before you pass out on the floor.

-

Your groggy eyes open, scanning the room. Bright lights sting your eyes as you look around the hospital room. “Y/n” Mrs. Cameron’s soft voice speaks. “Hey darling, it’s okay. Don’t try to move. It’s gonna be alright” her eyes are puffy and you can tell she’s been crying for hours. “W-what happened? Where am I?” You look around the room and your eyes land on rafe whose back is too you, staring out the hospital room window, refusing to turn around.

“Rafe?” You clear your dry throat and try to sit up, but when you do you notice your belly isn’t as big. Automatically your hand reachs down, rubbing it and feeling the stitches. “What happened!” You turn your eyes between the two, Mrs. Cameron crying again, you yell out Rafes name but he still refuses to answer.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re baby didn’t make it”

The end

I know, I know. I’m sorry 😭 if you guys want an alternate happy ending I will write one for you guys. I just felt this is where the story had to go, pls don’t hate me 🥺

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[gracie-eilish]

meet me in the afterglow

an: fic is not actually based on the TS song lol.

also, my requests are open!!🥳🥰

☁️🌌🫧💋🩵💤

The room was bathed in a dim, golden glow from the bedside lamp, the air still thick with the lingering remnants of your shared passion. The sheets were tangled, half-pulled off the bed, and your body felt like it had melted into the mattress, warm and heavy. Billie lay beside you, her chest rising and falling steadily as she gently combed her fingers through her tousled hair.

You were hazy, your mind drifting in and out of focus, a soft, dazed smile on your lips as you turned your head to look at her. Your body felt deliciously spent, but the intensity of the evening had left you quiet, almost shy. Normally, you’d be chatty, teasing Billie or sharing silly post-coital giggles, but tonight was different. You didn’t feel like talking. You only wanted her—her touch, her presence, her love.

“Hey, princess,” Billie whispered, her voice honeyed and soft as she turned to you, her blue eyes glimmering with adoration. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, your cheek brushing against the cool fabric of the pillow. You reached out a hand, not saying anything, and Billie immediately understood, intertwining her fingers with yours. She brought your knuckles to her lips, pressing a kiss there as she studied your face.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing, like a lullaby. “Did I wear you out, baby?” There was a teasing edge to her words, but her gaze was warm, attentive.

A small, tired smile crept onto your lips, and you gave a barely perceptible shrug. “Mmm… maybe,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Billie chuckled, the sound vibrating through the space between you. “Guess I’ll have to be extra nice to you then, huh? C’mon, let me take care of you.” She pressed a soft kiss to your temple before slipping out of bed.

You whined softly at the loss of her warmth, your arms instinctively reaching for her. Billie turned back, smiling at the sight of you all soft and needy. “I’ll be right back, honey. Just gonna grab some stuff.”

While she disappeared into the bathroom, you curled further into the blankets, nuzzling your face into her pillow. Her scent—warm vanilla and something uniquely hers—wrapped around you like a hug, grounding you. You felt safe, cherished, adored.

A few moments later, Billie returned, her arms full: a warm, damp washcloth, a fresh oversized T-shirt of hers, a bottle of water, and a small bowl of fresh fruit. She set everything down on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning over you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Alright, my dreamy girl,” she teased gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You hummed in contentment as she gently wiped down your skin, her touch tender and reverent. Every stroke of the washcloth felt like a kiss, a quiet reassurance that you were loved beyond measure. Once you were clean, she reached for a bottle of lotion, her hands warming it before she began massaging it into your skin.

Her fingers moved in slow, soothing circles, working the lotion into your arms, shoulders, and legs with care. The light pressure of her hands melted away any lingering tension, and you found yourself sighing softly, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Feel good, lovie?” Billie asked, her voice a gentle murmur.

“Mhm,” you breathed, your voice soft and dreamy. “So good.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before finishing. Tossing the washcloth aside, Billie helped you sit up just enough to pull her T-shirt over your head, the soft fabric enveloping you in her scent. Once you were settled again, she handed you the bottle of water and the bowl of fruit.

“Here,” she said, holding the bowl steady as you took a sip of water. “You gotta eat something, love. Just a little.”

You nodded, reaching for a slice of strawberry and popping it into your mouth. Billie grinned, taking a piece for herself. “Mmm,” she hummed playfully. “See? Sharing is caring.”

You giggled softly, the sound light and airy, as the two of you slowly worked through the bowl of fruit together. Each bite felt like another layer of her care wrapping around you, grounding you in her love.

Once the bowl was empty, Billie set it aside and grabbed the remote, turning on something soft and mindless on TV. The gentle hum of dialogue filled the room as she settled back against the headboard, pulling you into her arms.

You curled up against her chest, your ear pressed to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Her hand slipped underneath your shirt and her fingers trailed up and down your back, her nails scratching lightly, and you let out a soft, contented sigh.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” Billie said after a moment, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I kinda like it. You’re all soft and snuggly.”

You nuzzled your face against her collarbone, pressing a lazy kiss to her skin. “Just feel safe with you,” you admitted quietly, your words muffled but heartfelt.

Billie’s arms tightened around you, and you felt her press her lips to the top of your head. “Good,” she whispered. “That’s all I ever want. For you to feel safe and loved.”

Her fingers continued their soothing dance along your back as your breathing slowed, the warmth of her body and the softness of the TV lulling you further into sleep.

“Love you,” you murmured sleepily, your voice barely audible.

Billie smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she kissed your forehead once more. “Love you too, princess,” she whispered. “Always.”

And as you drifted off in her arms, you knew with every fiber of your being that you were exactly where you were meant to be: safe, loved, and utterly adored by Billie.

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: waxplay

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

wc: 2k

waxplay: a form of temperature play in which wax from a candle is dripped onto a person's naked skin

You were incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend like Hyunjin. He was sweet, funny, talented, such a gentleman - and completely and utterly infatuated with you. The two of you could be in a room full of people, and his eyes would be fixated directly on you the whole time. Most of your time together was spent with Hyunjin either attached to your hip, or gazing at you in adoration.

Most of the time.

You were currently lounging on his bed, while he sat across the room from you, painting at his easel. You couldn't complain, really - he gave you almost unlimited amounts of attention. It was okay that he wasn't focused on you at that moment. Or it would be okay, if you weren't unbearably horny.

Just seeing him sitting there, examining his sketch the way he'd examined your naked body so many times before… it did something to you. The room was dimly lit, with a string of fairy lights and a candle providing all of the illumination, save for a lamp pointed directly at a Hyunjin's canvas. The warm light was making him look positively angelic. His skin was glowing. He was shirtless, and you couldn't stop your eyes from exploring the planes of his neck, his shoulders, collarbones, pecs, stomach.

His hair was tied up in a messy bun at the base of his neck, though a few strands had fallen loose, which he'd tucked behind his ears. His eyebrows were furrowed gently, the cogs in his brain whirring away as he worked.

He was so fucking beautiful. You needed him.

"How's it coming along, baby?" you asked.

"Mm," he made a noise of affirmation. "Good so far."

You could usually tell his levels of engagement by how in-depth his responses were. A long ramble about the colour pallette, the shading, the linework? That meant he was still in the realm of the living. "Mm, good so far"? Yeah, he was gone. You might be in his peripheral vision, but on a conscious level, the only things in existence are himself, his paints, and the canvas.

You were going to have to work hard.

Hyunjin's face was barely an inch away from the canvas, and he didn't even look up at the quiet rustling sounds of you removing your clothes. You wondered if he even heard, or if his brain filtered the disturbance out.

"What’s your very favourite thing to paint, Hyunjin?" you asked, settling back on his bed, now naked.

"I like painting lots of things," he murmured, still not looking over at you. "I like painting you."

"You like painting me?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "My beauty."

This made you beam. Disengaged as he was at the moment, you knew he truly meant it.

"Paint me now," you suggested.

"I can do another painting of you next," he compromised.

"Fine. Paint on me now."

Ah. You'd piqued his interest with this line. He turned around, eyebrow raised in question, before he saw you. Completely naked, lounging on his bed, paint me like one of your French girls style. His mouth fell open, his eyes scanning your body.

You waited for him to speak. And waited… and waited.

"I don't know if these paints are skin-friendly."

You snorted. What a Hyunjin response. Your comfort and safety is always paramount with him. "Okay, then. Don't use paint. Use…" You pointed to the candle on the side table. "That."

He looked to the candle. Then back to you. "I don't know if the wax is skin-friendly."

"Hyunjin."

"It could burn you, honey! I don't know much about that stuff-"

"It'll be fine. Promise. Plus, isn't burning me the whole point?"

He looked at you, straightfaced. "A little burn, maybe. Scalding your skin straight off? No."

You rolled your eyes. "C'mon, Hyun. It's gonna be fine. I know you wanna try this - I can see it in your eyes."

Hyunjin sighed. "Fine. Let me get a clean brush, okay?"

"Okay!" you said with a grin, laying on your back and waiting for him to prepare.

Moments later, he climbed onto the bed, straddling you. Hard already, you mused, feeling his bulge press against your crotch. Unsurprising. He always was quick to excite, when you were involved.

He had the candle in one hand, a clean paintbrush in the other, and an excited look in his eye. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

You nodded up at him, almost trembling with anticipation. You could smell the candle, black cherry scented, and could feel the warmth from the flame. Hyunjin dipped the paintbrush into the hot wax, and brought it down to your skin.

Oh. It was hot, but not as scalding as you thought it would be. Not as painful as you had been fearing - or hoping? You felt a slight burn, but nothing that made you leap up in agony. No, it made your skin tingle. It made your clit throb, your pussy tense. It was good.

Hyunjin was looking at you, rather than his artwork, his eyes staring deeply into your own. "That okay?"

You nodded. "More."

He repeated the motion. Dipped the paintbrush into the wax, and smeared it across your skin in one long, delicate brushstroke. You exhaled heavily. The only thing on your mind was the sensation of the wax - the hardening wax, which was beginning to cool, and the fresh, hot, wet wax, melting into your skin, into your very core.

You loved to watch your man paint. You loved it even more when you were acting as his canvas. Having his full attention on you, on your body, was dizzying. You felt electric.

He was clearly working on something, you could tell this from the careful deliberation of his brushstrokes across your stomach. He was getting into the zone, making you his masterpiece. But, in all honesty, you didn't give a fuck about the art. That wasn't something you'd ever thought before, not about Hyunjin's work at least, but the hot wax coating your skin was making you positively delirious with sheer arousal. You wanted more, needed more.

"More?" he asked. Oh. Had you said that out loud?

"Feels so good, Hyune," you whined.

"I don't know how I can give you more - do you want me to pour it straight on? That might hurt…" He frowned, considering this.

"Don't care!" you insisted. "Want it to hurt. Please."

He considered it for a moment. "Alright. But let me know if it's too much, okay? I'll wipe it off straight away." You nodded quickly in agreement.

Slowly, teasingly, Hyunjin titled the candle over your body. The first red drop landed in the centre of your abdomen. It felt white-hot in the best possible way.

Another drop, slightly more substantial. You saw stars behind your eyes.

Another one, a slow pour. The scent was overwhelming your senses now, thick, rich, fruity. It was everywhere, yet you couldn't get enough.

"Hyun-"

"Yeah?" he asked, at attention within an instant.

"Tits - on my tits, please."

Hyunjin followed your command. Slowly, he titled the candle, letting a slow trail of wax dribble across your chest. It felt like molten lava, spilling across your curves, down the slope of your breasts, covering you, painting your skin scarlet.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"More than okay," you confirmed. "Why the fuck did we never think of trying this before?"

Hyunjin smiled down at you sweetly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, baby."

He was enjoying it too, from what you could feel grinding into your pubic mound. Your fingers went to his waistband, tugging at it, and he followed your cues, knowing exactly what you were after. He reached into his trousers, pulling down the waistband and lifting his dick and balls out over it. You sighed happily, grasping his dick gently and lazily stroking it as you lay beneath him, absorbing the sensation.

The weight of his dick in your hands, the hardened wax pulling at your skin, the heat of the fresh wax. The scent. Your boyfriend above you, looking like an angel. It was all tipping you over the edge. You couldn't help but moan out loud.

Hyunjin was getting distracted, you could tell. His cock was twitching in your grasp repeatedly, his hips stuttering along with your strokes. A lot of the time, he was very good at holding back his own pleasure while he tended to you. Other times, not so much. And who could blame him, with the excitement of trying something so new and sexy?

"Feels so good, Hyunjin," you told him earnestly. "Do you wanna feel too?"

He paused, looking up at you. "Hm? Me?"

"Only if you want to… I'm just thinking about how pretty your dick would look, with wax dripped all over it.

"Oh."

"Oh?" you asked.

"Oh."

He liked that idea.

"Not just yet. Wait til I'm - wait til I'm closer. Wanna see if it can push me over the edge." Hyunjin's cheeks were dusted with pink.

Get Hyunjin closer to the edge? If there was anything you could do, it was that. You swiped your thumb over the tip of his dick, gathering the precum that had leaked out of his slit and using it to slick up his shaft. You stroked with more fervour, quickly, tightening your grasp just the way he liked it.

He sighed, running his spare hand through his hair, casting back the strands that had fallen loose of his hair tie. He bit down on his lip hard, stifling a whimper. If you knew that noise (which you did, quite well) it meant that he wasn't too far off.

"Oh - baby, I'm - hold it for me, yeah?"

You nodded and did as he asked, holding his cock steady. He moved slowly, just as he had with you, allowing just a single droplet of wax drip onto the base of his shaft, letting out a strangled moan as he did so.

"How does it feel?" you asked, captivated by his reactions.

He looked up from his dick to meet your gaze, and you noted the tears in his eyes. "Hot. Good."

"More, baby."

He did so, letting another drop fall. It rolled down the length of his shaft, and he cried out. Another drop, bigger again. Bravely, he made one long, smooth pour, right along his member. He hissed at the feeling, the pace of his breaths picking up.

It was a fucking gorgeous sight. His long, beautiful dick, decorated as always with light purple veins, and tonight with deep red wax. It was hot within your hold, twitching relentlessly at the brand new sensations.

"Doing so well, baby," you coaxed him, giving his dick just the gentlest squeeze in your grasp.

He angled the candle over his tip, letting a single drop fall onto his exposed head. He yelped at this, a sensation so strong you felt you could barely imagine it. Merely a second later, his cock began to pulsate, once, twice, and on the third time, a single rope spurted onto your tummy. He erupted, cumming hard and heavily, painting over the red wax with hot, white cum.

"There you go, baby," you encouraged him through his climax. "So much cum, such a pretty dick."

He sat back with a long exhale, catching his breath. "That was nice."

You giggled at the understatement. "Yeah. Nice."

Hyunjin was grinning, the smile reaching his eyes. "Look at our art. We made that together."

You looked down at your torso. It was lovely, in a strange, artistic way.

"It looks like a sunset," he claimed. You wouldn't go that far - it was more like a red sea splashed with white - but it was very nice.

"Let's clean up, yeah?"

Hyunjin gasped. "No. Let me take some pictures first."

You were very used to this; you knew the drill. Hyunjin had been into erotic photography for a few months now, and it had become a regular aspect of your bedroom activities.

"Okay," he said, sounding satisfied after a few minutes of clicking photographs. "Let's go shower. And then… I'm finished painting for tonight. Back to bed and we can make love some more?"

You beamed up at him. "Sounds good to me."

[love4madii]

pt 2 to note into you m.s. plsss

can't say im nott into you - m.s (part 2)

pairings: mattheo riddle x nott reader

summary: read part 1 first! you can find that here

warning(s): make outs, mentions of blood and fighting

not proofread

previously...

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

---

i pull away from mattheo, my panicked state clear to him

my eyes scream "what do we do" and he knows it

"mattheo?? come on we're gonna be late." theo yells again

i run towards his closet, trying to find a place to hide, accidentally tripping in the process

"fuck!" i yell, immediately using my hand to cover my mouth afterwards

"you got a girl in there, riddle?" theo says from the other side of the door

eventually theo breaks his way inside, letting out a scoff at the sight of mattheo's messy hair and unbuttoned shirt

"so.. where is she?" he says, scanning the room

"uhh she left" mattheo says, unconvincingly

"right, through where? the window??" he says sarcastically, looking out the window, showing nothing but lake far beneath them

"dude just let it go, lets go to class" mattheo says, grabbing theos arm

"no i wanna know who this girl is, you seem a little too secretive over her. what is it pansy or something?" he says laughing, looking under the bed and in the bathroom

"just drop it" mattheo says again, more agressive this time

i have my hand over my mouth, trying to be as quiet as i can.

theo looks around more, gaze shifting towards the floor, seeing my bookbag

he glances back up and mattheo, picking up the bag

"huh.. y'know whats funny is that my sister has this exact same bag... coincidence?" he says sternly

"uh- yeah, i mean its a pretty common bag-" mattheo starts, before the sound of stuff knocking over in the closet interrupts him

"fuck" i mumble, quiet enough for only myself to hear

theo looks at the closet, then mattheo, quickly walking towards it, opening it as fast as he can

his face drops at the sight of me with smudged lipstick and my tie taken off

"oh you're fucking dead" he turns around, punching mattheo

i bolt up, screaming

"theo stop!" i try to pull him away from mattheo, his elbow hitting my eye in the process

fall to the floor, clutching my eye "ow! fuck!" i yell

they both immediately stop, turning to me

"oh shit i'm so sorry" theo says, bending down to my level

"what the fuck did you do?!?" mattheo yells, gently taking my hand off my eye to examine it

theo watches intently, noticing the gentleness and how mattheos gaze instantly sofented

"does this hurt?" he says, pressing down lightly

i wince, not needing to say more

"i have stuff in my bathroom, ill get you cleaned up" he says, grabbing my arm helping me stand up

theo scoffs, walking out of mattheos dorm with his arms crossed

---

"thanks again mattheo, seriously." i say, walking down to the common room with him

"of course lo-" he stops at the sight of theo sitting on the couch staring at us

"sit." he says, causing us to look at eachother

we sit on the couch across from him, the silence filling the room for a few minutes

"listen, i dont care what you do, as long as you dont do that nasty shit around me, but riddle, if you hurt my sister ill actually fucking muder you, got it?" he says sternly and mattheo nods

theo then glances at me "hows the eye?" he asks

"bruised, thanks to your bulky elbows" i say sarcastically and he chuckles

"whatever, see you two later" he says, walking out of the common room

that leaves me and mattheo, alone, and sure we hooked up before getting rudely interrupted. but me and mattheo.. dating? i guess i just didnt think he'd see me that way.. theo sure thinks otherwise

i abruptly stand up, excusing myself and heading back to my dorm

"wait-" mattheo starts, but i rush off

we've been friends for so long, and yes, he's hot as shit.. but in hindsight i cant help but think

what are we?

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[innorogers]

Vigil

Steve Rogers x Reader (You / OFC)

Summary: For a man who has faced down gods, monsters, the end of the universe, this kind of fear is new to him. It’s not the enemy outside he fears—it’s the thought of losing you, of failing to protect you. Again.

Warning: Mention of sex / Fluff & Angst / Protective Steve / Jealous Steve /

Characters: OC, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff / John Walker

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1: Insomnia | 2: Lucid | 3: Reverie | 4: Nightmare | 5: Awakening | 6: Dusk | 7: Hypnagogia | 8: Lull

It ended just as expected. Steve cummed twice in the shower—once in your mouth, because, damn, he tasted amazing after cleaning up, and again inside you, because you smelled just as irresistible with that jasmine scent in your hair.

So here you are, three cups of coffee later, and about to nap on your desk. The body Hydra gave you was strong, but you’ve been in a car chase, with the Iron Army hunting you down, fought in a nightclub, and probably had four or five rounds of sex with Steve. You honestly don’t know what was more exhausting. You’d guess the mission that had gone rogue, but honestly, the sex just left you breathless.

"Oh, rough night?" Robert handed you a fourth cup of coffee, eyeing the dark circles under your eyes. "Need the adrenaline shot?"

"Um…" You actually considered it for a moment. Your body metabolized stuff like that too fast, though—it would only last for a couple of hours, tops. "Nah, forget it.” You need your brain clear to process everything that happened. 

“I’ve heard…” Dr. Lin’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he leaned casually on your desk, his eyes scanning the room where your colleagues were clearly whispering about you. “That Captain America had quite the adventure yesterday. Right after leaving the UN, too.”

He tsked and pulled out his phone, showing you a few grainy clips. Footage from CCTVs and some shaky handhelds—probably from people who had their phones out at the right moment. “A broken bridge, streets on fire, and…a fight in a nightclub? You’re gonna need more than coffee to survive this shift, I think.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Too late for damage control, huh? Is it all over the news?” You could only imagine the hell Steve was going through with Commander Hill: ‘I gave you 1,278 security protocols, and you ignored them all?!’ Yeah, you weren’t setting foot in the command room today.

“Not quite all over the news yet—mostly social media.” Dr. Lin was clearly enjoying the UN’s PR disaster a bit too much. “I think they’re working overtime behind the scenes to sweep it under the rug. Captain America gets attacked his first time outside the compound during ‘The Reconciliation of the Century’? Yeah…someone’s having a bad day in PR.”

“Anyway…as I was saying…You’re gonna need more than coffee, we’ve got company today…”

“What? Company?” You were surprised. “They’re letting people in?!” After yesterday’s security breach?

“Seems the first New Era Project agent that the UN sent was a fraud or didn’t work. And since we visited them yesterday already, today, they’re sending some new guys.” Dr. Lin looked at you, lowering his glasses: “Yikes, right? So for today, we need to pretend we’re working. ‘Cause we’re not sharing our real stuff…which will make this day unbearable.”

Oh. You grimaced after Dr. Lin turned around and began “working.” Yeah, you knew everything about how the last agent went wrong. But actually, this ‘pretend to be working’ thing was good—you needed to analyze everything that had happened.

You opened a document connected to Tony’s hub and started typing, outlining the details for him in your usual style. (It was your private little system—documents stored in The Crib, or what the three of you called the ‘Geniuses’ Sticky Notes.’) You’d barely finished bullet point five when someone in a crisp military uniform appeared beside you, smiling next to your screen.

“Hi, Doctor—whose phone number is still confidential. Nice to see you again.” John Walker said smiling, quoting the line you’d once used to refuse giving him your number.

Oh dear Lord, he really should have taken a nap with you when he had the chance, instead of those three—no, four rounds of sex you had in the dressing room and the shower.

Steve thought after suppressing another yawn, trying to focus on the screen, where Thadeus Ross was losing his temper again, explaining why the UN had nothing to do with the attack he and you got yesterday.

But who was he kidding? Steve almost smiled. Nope, no way he’d have preferred the nap over the sex. That was exactly what he needed after being hard almost the entire afternoon. And four times weren’t enough—he would have gone on if you weren’t in the dressing room.

For fuck’s sake, when is this over? He couldn’t wait to get back to your private lab-slash-home, have a light dinner, and get in bed with you.

Oh, that’s a nice thought: a sex marathon for the weekend is all he needs after this hellish week. He started thinking of your intertwined bodies, your begging moans that sounded like heaven... Yeah, okay, he needs to focus. Maybe listen to what the Secretary has to say instead of thinking about your messy hair, your heavy breath, your skin that felt like silky sweet milk, and your mouth... Yup, stop. Let’s hear Ross, so he doesn’t get hard again in the middle of a full meeting room.

He felt a glare on him, so he looked around and saw Agent Sharon Carter staring with her eyebrows raised, as if saying, “Gotcha, pay attention.” Steve suppressed a smile and looked down. Oh boy, this was going to be a long day.

“I thought your super friends were going to be attending this meeting too.” Once the screen was off, Sharon smiled at him while picking up the folders and files.

“Well... Hill and Sam are still in Fraser’s interrogation. Tony and Bruce are tracking back the security breach. Natasha and Clint took over my place in training since I’m busy with other things. So...”

Basically, what happened was that when Tony asked who would be taking this mission, everyone stepped back, and I was the only idiot at the front. Steve shook his head internally.

“In that case.” Sharon gave him the usual confident wink. “I’m glad. It’s been forever since we shared a mission.” She grinned. “Last time almost cost me my career.”

“Yeah...um...lucky, things sorted out on that one...” He was a little embarrassed but still grateful for Sharon’s help during the Civil War chaos.

“I’m kidding with you, okay?” Sharon teased. “It’s not like I almost got into federal prison or anything.” She sighed a little, lowering her voice: “Although, I wouldn’t have minded if I had to.” She said with a soft voice and a sparkle in her eyes, looking at Steve with sincerity, which made him stiffen.

“So, how have you been?” Steve nodded and asked with a polite smile, pressing the elevator button for her as they headed to the cafeteria floor. “How does it feel to be at the UN? I heard the benefits are better than the CIA, though unfortunately, you’ll need to deal with us again.”

"Ah, I don’t know what you're talking about," Sharon said with a wink, grinning playfully. "Every agent’s dream, right? Dealing with the Avengers, working alongside the great Captain America... even if, well, my boss would rather face another alien army than deal with the politics of this initiative."

“Well, that’d make two of us.” Steve chuckled, and opened the cafeteria door for her.

The hum of chatter and the clinking of dishes filled the air. The compound’s cafeteria was large, efficient, and—much to Steve’s relief—quiet at this time of day. It was near lunchtime, but still a little early for food service, so the air was full of a coffee’s aroma that lingered from breakfast. They got in line for coffee and a quick snack, and Sharon gave him a sideways glance, her expression teasing as she grabbed a sandwich.

“Oh wow, you guys have affogato as dessert? I could consider getting back to work with you guys just for your catering service.” Sharon said, breaking the brief silence as they moved along the counter.

“Well, if you consider that, I could make my best effort to get your agent’s number back.” Steve grinned, grabbing just a cup of coffee.

“Oh yes, lucky number, huh?” She stopped for a second as she laughed and said, “Remember that place we went to… Venice? What was it called, the best affogato in the world.”

“Benicio’s?” Steve nodded. “Yeah… it’s closed now. I mean, gone during the Blip, hopefully reopened now.”

“You didn’t have the affogato, though,” Sharon said with a playful hint in her voice. “Mr. ‘I don’t know how to relax since I got into a fight with Stark and we’re on the run.’”

“Hey, I was the international most wanted. I think it was okay for me just to stay out of the loop. Imagine if I got caught because of ice cream. That would’ve been…”

“Funny? Quite a story to tell? Best date I’ve ever had?” Sharon shrugged.

“...Embarrassing.” Steve said with a smile. “Or awkward, or even humiliating.”

Sharon shook her head and laughed. They found a table by the window, where sunlight poured in, and Steve took a seat across from her. He could see the curiosity in Sharon’s eyes, the slight hesitation before she spoke again.

“It really was, actually. One of my top three dates.” Her smile turned more serious, her voice low enough that only Steve could hear over the ambient noise. “Too bad it ended so… abruptly.”

Steve wanted to say, "We would never have made it too far", but he only sighed.

He didn’t want to dismiss her feelings, and he couldn’t deny that something had existed between them. It was brief, but also real. A shared history they couldn’t quite forget or ignore.

Sharon was strong, smart, and capable—someone he admired deeply and cared about. He appreciated her confidence and her courage, but that connection, though meaningful, was nothing compared to what he felt for you now.

That had been a stream. With you, it was tides, waves, the entire ocean.

“We made a good team.” Steve said with a smile, being honest and looking directly into her eyes.

Something about it made Sharon hold her breath. 

She could remember moments in the past when Steve had the same effect on her. He would just gaze at her, and her heartbeat would skip or beat too fast.

Maybe that’s why she hadn’t pushed harder when it didn’t work. If she had fallen, completely and madly, as she’d wanted to, the power he held over her would have been overwhelming.

She had risked her entire career just to help him, and they were… nothing. Just a kiss, just some kisses or dates. So what would have happened if they’d continued? She couldn’t imagine a life where she had so little discipline about her feelings, mind, or heart.

“I know.” Sharon spoke softly, still holding his gaze. She was taking a leap of faith now. Cause she couldn’t help to wonder—could it have worked?

What if…they gave it another chance? They didn’t have the menace of the universe’s destruction now, the chances of Steve (or her) being a fugitive again were none after Thanos, so what… what if…?

“But…” She began, but Steve suddenly turned as something caught his attention.

It was lunchtime, and the employees began to arrive at the cafeteria, you among them, with Dr. Lin at your right and John Walker at your left.

“Captain Walker, I really don’t need a date. I have a boyfriend, no, um… fiancé.” You said as you picked up a tray and started serving lunch on your plate, remembering how Steve just highlighted this morning that the ring was indeed, a ring.

“It’s John.” Said a very cheerful John Walker, who was not stepping back from asking you out, even though you had been determined and clear about your “NO”s and reasons.

“Well, does this fiancé have a name? And where’s the ring?” he said while picking lunch and placing food, walking backward with a gracious wink.

“OH MY GOD!” You and Dr. Lin said at the same time, your eyes widening as you noticed the ring was missing from your finger.

“Where’s the ring? D…did you lose the ring?!” Robert was panicking. Did you just lose the engagement ring Captain America gave you?!

“I don’t know, it was on my finger...” You were looking in your lab coat pockets and in your clothes.

“It’s a tracking device, equipped with the last of Stark technology, how...how can you lose a tracking device?!” Dr. Lin couldn’t believe it. 

“Your boyfriend put a tracking device on you?” John hmph'd with a laugh. “What a douchebag!” He put a hand on his chest. “I promise, I would never do such a manipulative, controlling freak thing to you.” He winked. “I’ll look out for other guys who come close, of course, but that’s another level of jerkiness. Ugh...a tracking device, what is he, a psychopath?”

“It’s an engagement ring,” you replied, frowning, though you didn’t think of giving out too much information to him. You thought back to the last time you saw the ring, which was before you took it off when you entered the UN HQ.

You pulled out your phone, wanting to send a message to Steve just to confirm.

Some strands of hair curved in front of you when you looked down, and John, who was standing in front of you, couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and brush them to your shoulder. His fingers ran through your hair, and his fingertips touched your ear as he accommodated it for you.

Before you could react, a loud crash echoed through the cafeteria, like the sound of a broken cup or mug.

Sharon stood in shock as Steve slammed his cup down so hard the porcelain shattered. His face was livid, veins bulging in his neck, and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.

He abruptly stood, the chair scraping loudly behind him, and stormed in your direction.

"I've got it, babe." Steve said. He didn’t miss a moment of the interaction and was at your side in an instant. He took your hand, his eyes locked on John Walker, and carefully slid the ring back onto your finger. “It was in the pocket of your gear.” 

Both captains exchanged tense, serious looks. You could feel the sparks fly between them as they made eye contact, and after a long moment, Steve finally smiled.

“I’m guessing you're here as a representative of the New Era’s Project, Captain Walker?” He said, placing a firm hand on your waist, his grip tightening slightly.

“Yes.” John replied with a polite but sneering smile.

“The knowledge exchanges from R&D have been…quite enlightening. I can’t wait to see what the best of your team has to offer…to me.” He said as he raised his jaw and tilted his head toward you. You could feel Steve’s body tense, like a bow stretched to its full capacity and ready to snap back.

"Take whatever gear or armory you want, Walker," Steve said in a cold, measured voice, as the entire cafeteria fell silent, all eyes locked on the tension between the two men.

"But the best of this compound is far beyond your reach. And don’t think for a second that you could ever put a finger on that." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, teeth clenched. Touch my girl’s hair again, and I’ll cut your arm off.

"Steve." A calm voice cut through the tension as Commander Hill appeared at the doorway. She walked in with steady confidence. "We’ve got news. I need you and Dr. Lancaster in the Command Room."

Steve didn’t immediately move. His gaze lingered on Walker for a few more seconds, with unspoken warnings in his eyes. Then, without a word, he turned to you, gently taking your hand in his, and led you out of the cafeteria. The weight of Walker’s stare followed behind you both, but your focus stayed fixed on your fiance's figure.

No one spoke in the hallway as you walked toward the Command Room. You could see Steve’s rigid expression. He was pissed, his jaw tight, shoulders tense as if holding back more words.

But you were… well, trying your best to hide the curve of your lips. Just like he had back in the car when you sobbed that you’d go to Wakanda and talk to plants for the rest of your life if he ever left you to go back to his gorgeous ex.

Oh, so he was this jealous? Even a little possessive? He got this mad just because a guy touched your hair? Now, if Steve were any other guy, maybe this would seem like a giant red flag, but this was the love of your life, so…

You slid your hand into his palm, pressing your skin to his, and intertwined your fingers with his. 

Steve’s expression softened, and he looked at you, letting out a quiet sigh. He smiled when you mouthed, I love you.

Commander Hill, however, wasn’t in the mood for your lovebird moments. Her face remained stern as she waited for the door to close behind you, sealing the room.

"Agent Frazer was found dead this morning."

The words hung in the air like a punch to the gut. Steve’s hand tightened around yours as his expression shifted from softened warmth to immediate alertness.

You lowered your sight.

Somehow, you had a feeling this was coming anytime soon. It was weird, though. Agent Frazer was not your brother; he just pretended to be for some time (and then actually tried to brainwash slash attack you). But for a moment, you wished that had been true, that your brother was alive, even if he had been turned against you. So now he is dead, and you feel strangely sad.

Your way of dealing with it? Throw yourself into the facts.

“How?” you asked, almost mechanically. “Was it because… his neural synapses overloaded, triggering an energy surge that short-circuited his cerebral cortex in under a millisecond? Like… like someone or something… wired his brain to self-destruct?”

Maria’s eyes widened, and she gave a quick, silent nod.

Steve’s grip tightened, haunted by your words. At that moment, he panicked, cold sweat through his shirt, fear dominating his senses when the possibility of losing you suddenly struck hard in his mind. So, could anyone do that? Snap their fingers and cause you a brain dead? 

His body was merely processing under this thought. He felt the urge to hug you, to feel your warmth and heartbeat under his skin, to feel you entirely safe in his arms. But you were in the command room, so he didn’t move.

“Can we make sure that…” His voice trembled slightly. “What happened to Frazer…” doesn’t happen to you?

Commander Hill noted his panic, so she gave him some time to process.

“Oh no.” You noticed too, so you reassured him, squeezing his hand back: “That won’t happen to me. I’ve only been through one brainwash. It takes more than that—multiple processes, open surgery. And Hydra… they didn’t have the tech to pull it off. Not back then.”

“But…” Your mind raced ahead, piecing things together. “Whoever did this? They’re desperate.”

You rubbed your forehead, and as your hands dropped, Maria noticed it: that look on your face.

The same intense, calculating look Steve wore when he was seeing things no one else could—analyzing every possibility, tracing out the most brilliant, cunning plan, whether on a battlefield or at a table of white collars and power brokers.

“Jarvis, any chance Bruce and Tony are in the crib?” You needed to process your ideas, but you also needed someone who could remember everything you’d said.

“They are on their way here, Dr. Lancaster.” answered the A.I. “Crossing the elevator’s door at this moment.” said Jarvis as both entered the room.

“Please tell me you already have a preliminary conclusion?” said Tony, stepping into the room.

“Okay…” You stood in the middle, your mind moving faster than words as you started laying out the analysis.

“They have access to Hydra files—there’s no other way to explain it. Clearance levels that aren’t just high for regulars; files that were locked, or used to be locked, behind old S.H.I.E.L.D. encryption. And the remains of my file? Only a few could access those after Hydra was dismantled.”

Tony leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, tracking your every movement. Bruce sat at the edge of a table, hands loosely folded, but his furrowed brow betrayed his concern.

“So, leftover Hydra goons or former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?” Tony asked. He didn't want to say it aloud, but there was also another possibility: a breach, here, inside the Avengers.

“Or both.” Steve raised an eyebrow. “Ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives who went dark when Hydra fell. People who know how to stay hidden but had deep ties to the old Hydra infrastructure.”

“Even if they had the files, they’d need money. A lot of it, if they’re working with the kind of tech that got into Frazer’s head.” Bruce said, swiping through the files on the screen.

“Yeah, this doesn’t sound like some underground merc group.” Maria said, standing beside him as she watched the files on the main screen.

“This is serious, billionaire-level investment. Whoever’s backing them has access to bleeding-edge tech. Retinal implants, memory manipulation… that’s not standard black-market operation. The kind of power they’re throwing around is something only the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. had access to—the old S.H.I.E.L.D. when they were still around.”

“So, they’re gearing up for something big, or they’re hitting a wall. What are they trying to accomplish? Why use Frazer as a puppet?” Tony followed the line of thought.

You hesitated: “I think… They’re close to something. A breakthrough, maybe. Or…” You stopped and narrowed your eyes, thinking aloud. “Or they’re failing. Desperate. They’re making bold moves because they need something critical. And that something is… me.”

Steve’s expression shifted. His fingers locked onto yours, tightly.

“The attack was directed at you. Frazer was pretending to be your brother. And to confirm your existence.” Tony sighed, frustrated and feeling a pang of guilt. He hid you all these years, thinking you would be safe. He should have let you out of the New Eras Project. The Avengers had so many ways of detecting enemies without using your powers. Fuck, he should have listened to Steve when he warned him to let you out of the Project.

“Of the twelve of you, you’re the only one with… those powers.” Steve murmured, almost clenching his teeth. He felt the urge to hug you, as if you were going to disappear or vanish in the next second.

“And a success case.” You said, not wanting to scare him but knowing you all needed the entire picture. “The only survivor, the only… prototype. Still alive. In my body is the source code for why these experiments or creations worked.”

“Wait…” Tony’s glare was fixed on you. “If the endgame is to copy your ability… What could they even use that for?” But it was a self-answering conversation. He was just thinking aloud: “…a soldier who could walk into a building and identify every weak point before the first shot is fired. Or worse, detect something we’ve built to be undetectable.”

“Why stop there, Tony?” Maria’s expression was serious and cold. “Why would there be only one? Hydra made a dozen back then, and they didn’t even have half the tech we have now.”

Bruce frowned deeper, his voice low: “If they’re that close, then we’re on borrowed time. They’ve already brainwashed Frazer, and now they’re playing with neural implants and synaptic overrides.”

“Exactly.” You nodded. “And they are so desperate, they don’t care if we know they’re out there now, because they’re so close they can taste it. Once they succeed, they won’t even fear the Avengers’ powers anymore.”

Tony exhaled sharply, his glare cold. “So, they’re building something. A super soldier, or an army of them—enhanced with tech that would let them see through just about anything.”

“And they’re not far from getting there. But for now, I’m still the key to unlocking that power.”

The room went quiet for a moment as the weight of your words settled in.

“Well, isn’t that just fantastic.” Tony applauded, the whole thing giving him a headache. “We’ve got super soldiers with x-ray vision on the horizon. And they’ve got you in their crosshairs.”

“So basically, we need to see what triggered this sudden desperation.” Bruce leaned forward, and his mind began to analyze: “We could scan for energy centralization around the globe. Human creation needs vast electromagnetic fields to power high-level bioengineering, especially when manipulating neural pathways at this scale. We need to track when or where all this is happening. But…”

His voice was tense.

“I’ve got a feeling they’re at the door already. Because whatever they’re building… they’re almost done.”

The way back home was silent. You could feel the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. Steve hadn’t said much since you left the command room. His usual warmth and quiet strength seemed overshadowed by something deeper—fear and anxiety, clunging over him like a dark shadow, haunting him at his heels.

You wanted to speak, but your mind was processing too. You were trying to remember everything you knew about yourself and your siblings, every memory, every piece of paper you’d seen in Hydra labs, every layer of analysis they’d made you go through.

The ride home was silent, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the road, even your house slash lab was after all the securities protocols and protective layers Maria had put, he was still alert, as if there were something in the grass and trees of the compound that would attack anytime. You could feel the weight of his thoughts, pressing down like a storm waiting to break.

"Babe there's no need…" You said as Steve moved around the house once you've arrived.

He checked every window, every door, securing them with an almost obsessive care. He paused at the front door, his hand lingering on the lock as if it was the only thing standing between you and the threat he couldn’t control.

You watched him, knowing that this wasn’t just about protecting you—it was about the fear within him.

"Steve, I'm here." You stopped him. Placing your hand on his back: "I'm here. With you."

He turned to you, his face pale. His eyes were haunted, wide with the kind of fear you rarely saw in him. He’s worried.

No, not worried, he’s terrified.

Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around you like you might disappear if he let go. His grip is firm, desperate, as trying to shield you from an invisible danger that only he can see.

His breath is uneven, and you can feel the tension radiating from him. For a man who has faced down gods, monsters, the end of the universe, this kind of fear is new to him. It’s not the enemy outside he fears—it’s the thought of losing you, of failing to protect you. Again.

You don’t say anything at first. Words won’t soothe him. So you just hold him back, resting your head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. Slowly, you lifted your hands to gently press them on his neck, cupping his face to make him look at you.

"I'm here. And we will be ok." You say softly.

These words made him tremble. Will you? How can you be sure? How could he know? What if…

He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if he lost you.

“I won’t let them take you.” He said, as a sacred oath, tatooed in his soul. “I’m going to set up more protocols.” He muttered, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression one of steely resolve beneath the worry. “More security. I’ll have Tony upgrade the system. I’ll have guards outside. I’ll—”

You stayed still in his arms, feeling the rawness of his fear. His body was tense, and you could feel the tremble in his muscles, the weight of his panic pressing against you. He wasn’t just holding you for comfort—he was holding you like you were the last solid thing in a world that was quickly unraveling.

“Steve,” you interrupted softly, placing a hand on his chest. “You can’t protect me from everything.”

His eyes locked onto yours. “I can try. And I will.”

"Babe…this is the Avengers compound. This is…the safest place on earth. Or even the universe."

"It took only one protocol. One permission. Approved by me." He said with teeth clenched. "I gave him clearance. One, to bring Frazer in front of you, I won't ever, ever let that happen again." He said with conviction, his expressions somber as he remembered everything you went through.

But beneath his determination, you could see the cracks: the anxiety gnawing away at him, the overwhelming fear that no matter what he did, it might not be enough.

"Steve…"

“You don’t understand…” His voice is strained, thick with the fear that he hasn’t been able to shake since the moment he realized you were being targeted. “I’ve seen too much. I’ve lost too many. If something happens to you—”

He pauses.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispered, his voice barely audible. He was a man made of iron will and conviction, but here he stood, vulnerable and raw, stripped bare of all his usual defenses.

“Hey, hey, hey…Listen.” You said, holding his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I’m here. Right here. I’m not going anywhere. I'm here, with you, I'm safe.”

He looks at you and feels a pang of pain to your innocent even naive words.

Safe? Were you safe when he was on the other side of the wall and couldn't do anything but watch as you almost fell under Frazer's brainwash? Were you safe when you pressed a tranquilizer to yourself?

The memory of you in his arms, unconcious and slipping away was so vivid.

His hands tightened around you again at that thought, his grip shaking slightly. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about it.” He admitted, his voice strained. “What if I can’t get to you in time? What if something happens and I’m not there? What if…”

“I can’t take that risk.” He mutters, more to himself than to you. “ I can't. I won’t let anything happen to you. Not again.”

You pull back just enough to look up at him, your hands resting on his chest. His blue eyes are filled with a vulnerability you’ve only seen in rare moments— when the weight of the world is too much, even for him.

“Steve.” You say soft but firmly: “We’ll get through this. Together.”

For a long moment, he just looks at you, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to find reassurance in the depths of your gaze. Slowly, he exhales, but he doesn’t let go. That deep-rooted terror of losing you, isn't going away anytime soon.

His arms remain wrapped around you, protective and unyielding, as though he’s made a silent vow that nothing—no person, no secret organization, no force on Earth or beyond—will ever take you away from him.

If only that could be true.

THE End but TBC

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Right on Time // Ch. 11

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word count: 2300+

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, guys. We're almost to the end.

Sorry it's so short ;-;

CHAPTER WARNINGS: language; weed; small mentions of previous domestic violence; talks of police, jail/prison, & a small mention of the death penalty; anxiety; mentions of nightmares; no smut but some sort of steamy bits and allusions to sex

Coming into Josh’s house and realizing how dark and empty it was, an eerie feeling settled over the both of us. Josh took deliberate, slow breaths as he scanned the room, fighting to not let the memories of that night take over. Sam and Danny had done an excellent job of cleaning up and ensuring any leftover evidence from the fight was gone, but it didn’t prevent Josh from wishing he was anywhere else.

We were getting ready to put down an offer on a house and needed to prepare his to sell. We were here to start packing up the rest of his belongings and selling or donating whatever he didn’t want. At first, he was quiet as he went through things and packed them up in boxes. I knew this would be difficult for him, but there were times when I wondered if he was really ready to move on from this place, this part of his life.

I was helping him go through the bedroom closet. As he sorted clothes into the ‘keep’ or ‘donate’ piles, I pulled a box from the top shelf of the closet. “What about this stuff?” I didn’t dig through the box, but I could see a sweater and a wristwatch sitting on top.

Josh’s movements halted when he realized what I was referring to. “Oh. That’s… Finn’s.”

“What do you want to do with it?” Of course, I couldn’t see any reason to keep it, but I needed him to make a solid decision. I wouldn’t push him if he felt he wasn’t ready to part with some of these things yet. But he answered without too much hesitation.

“Donate it. It’s mostly clothes. There’s a tablet in there, too, but I don’t think it even works.” He didn’t linger on it and turned to continue on the task he was working on.

Not surprisingly, there was a noticeable change in Josh’s demeanor after his meeting with Finn. It took him the rest of the day before he told me about it; it wasn’t easy for him, and I held him that night while a wave of emotions crashed over him. A few days later, he received a phone call that solidified the fact that the worst was over.

-

Josh was on the phone when I got out of the shower, eyes wide and jaw tense. He listened intently to the person on the other end until he said, “Okay. Thank you for letting me know,” and hung up. He lifted his gaze toward me. “He did it,” he said quietly, an air of disbelief around him.

“Who… did what?”

“That was Detective Leyte. Finn… he confessed. To the murder, to the crash, everything.”

I hadn’t expected that. “Oh, shit. That’s good, right?”

“I… he’ll be locked up, probably for life.” I couldn’t read his expression; something about his demeanor seemed… strange.

I closed the distance between us and placed my hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing down his arm. “And how are you feeling right now?”

“I… I don’t know,” he sighed. “I know I should be happy, or relieved, something, but…” He shook his head. “I don’t know. Is that weird? Am I just that messed up from all this? Am I—”

“Josh. Baby, look at me.” I cut off his worried rambling and my hands moved to his cheeks. “You’re not required to feel a certain way or even have it all figured out. This has all been… a lot. You’re allowed to have some complicated feelings. And it doesn’t mean you’re messed up or broken or whatever the little voice in your head is telling you. It’s obviously gonna take some time to process it all, but I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

-

Packing up his house wasn’t an entirely solemn affair. He tossed me a set of bed sheets from the closet that were just sort of balled up. “Don’t judge me. I don’t know how to fold fitted sheets.”

“Me neither,” I shrugged, throwing them into a box.

He huffed and threw his hands up in mock frustration. “What the hell? One of us has to know how to fold fitted sheets. How are we ever supposed to get married now?”

“Guess you’ll just have to find someone else to marry then, huh,” I joked. I laughed when he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and reached out for him. “C’mere, you.”

I pulled him in for a kiss that quickly turned a little more heated than I intended (I promised myself we were going to be productive on the packing front). One of his hands moved to the back of my head and tugged at my hair as he pushed me backwards until I hit the edge of the bed. We both fell onto the pile of clothes that had been haphazardly thrown onto the bed to be sorted through, Josh on top of me. I let my hands slip under his shirt while he planted soft kisses on my neck.

“I miss you,” he whispered into my ear.

“I’m right here, baby,” I replied, not completely understanding what he was implying.

“Not what I meant.” He moved his hips in such a way that the unexpected friction made me gasp, and it clicked.

I urged him to sit up, just enough for me to look at his face. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please. I need you.” Judging by the look in his eyes, I’m sure he would have gotten on his knees and begged for it if he had to. Not that I’d ever make him.

“I’m all yours.”

~

House hunting had proved to be a lot more stressful than I expected, but isn’t it always? And Josh was picky. Sometimes it made sense – the kitchen is too small, it’s too close to a busy roadway, and I won’t ever forget the look on his face when the realtor disclosed that someone died in one of the upstairs bathrooms. We found one that looked great until we got to the spiral staircase. “Could you imagine trying to get up that thing drunk?” he asked. “Disaster waiting to happen.” And some of the things that turned him off were… well, stupid. He didn’t like the crown molding, the shape of the windows, the positioning of the ceiling lights.

We were both getting frustrated, and beyond exhausted at the end of each day. It started to take a toll on Josh as he began to second guess his decisions. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know I’m being a huge pain in the ass.”

“You’re… particular. But I get it. It’s a huge step, and a huge purchase. You want it to be perfect.”

“None of them have felt… right. I thought I’d just know when we found it, but…” he trailed off and shrugged.

“It’s okay,” I tried to assure him. “We have time. We’ll keep looking. Maybe… maybe we try something a little different.”

And that’s what we did. We’d originally filtered our search to stick primarily with more modern styled houses, but at this point, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to branch out a little. I found one online that wasn’t too far outside of the city and arranged a walkthrough with the realtor. I hadn’t shown it to Josh yet, and when we pulled into the driveway, he went quiet. I couldn’t tell yet if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Built in the 80s, it was two stories with a brick foundation and off-white vinyl siding. The windows were framed by muted green shutters and the covered porch extended almost the entire length of the front of the house. The backyard was surrounded by tall trees that offered shade and plenty of privacy. Inside, we walked along the brand-new wood flooring, Josh stopping to admire the brick fireplace. He was especially partial to the built-in bookshelves.

The realtor explained that while certain things were up to date, such as the windows, the roof, and all the electrical, it did need a little work. “All cosmetic, though. The kitchen’s already been remodeled, and it’s good to go on the inspections and whatnot.” I had already picked out a few things that would need to be redone, but it was all easy stuff.

“Yikes.” Josh grimaced when he saw the upstairs bathroom. “That wallpaper has got to go.” I agreed with him.

Back downstairs in what was essentially a sunroom, lined with windows to provide an almost unobstructed view outside, the realtor gave us a minute to talk it over. I prepared myself for Josh to pick it apart and give me all the reasons why he didn’t like it.

“I know it’s not quite what you had in mind, but—”

“I love it.”

I stared at him in shock. “You… really?”

He nodded as he peered around the room, considering his final decision. “It’s got character. I feel like… it’s got a story. One that doesn’t involve someone kicking the bucket.” He snorted a laugh. “And it… feels like there’s room for us to make our own story, ya know?”

There it was. Yeah, I thought the house itself was beautiful; I loved everything about it. The little cosmetic updates were just a way for us to make it ours. And that was the most important part, that I could see us in this place, turning this new page and making it home.

“Are you saying this is the one?”

He bit his lip and watched me with those big brown eyes of his. “What do you think, Cai?”

I had no second thoughts, no hesitation. “Let’s fuckin’ do it.”

He almost knocked me off my feet when he all but tackled me in excitement, throwing his arms around my shoulders. He had the biggest smile on his face, and I couldn’t help but return it as I held onto him. He kissed me eagerly and laughed as we parted. “We’re buying a fuckin’ house.”

~

“When’s the housewarming party, bitches?!”

Sam wasted no time in making his presence known as he trailed in the house with Danny.

“When it’s ready for a housewarming party, fucker,” responded Josh.

Sam took in the sight of us, both covered in way more paint than made sense. We didn’t have much time to get cleaned up before they showed. “Damn, what happened? Painting got interrupted by a midday fuck session?”

Josh chewed on his fingernail and we both went silent as we avoided his brother’s gaze. He wasn’t wrong, but the can of paint getting knocked over was completely unintentional.

Sam looked horrified when the pieces fell into place. “Ew! Gross!”

Danny just chuckled. “Okay, moving on from that. How’re the rest of the upgrades going?”

“Good,” I answered. “We’re almost done. Ugly ass wallpaper in the bathroom is the last big thing. We replaced all the doorknobs and that closet door that was a little wobbly.”

“Nice. Josh said the curtain rods were kind of a pain in the ass?”

Josh groaned. “Oh my God, don’t get him started on the curtain rods.”

Too late for that. “Whoever put the old ones up should be in federal prison,” I said through gritted teeth.

“That bad, huh?”

“Who the fuck uses five-inch nails to put curtain rods up in drywall?!”

Danny grimaced and we talked about the extremely tedious process of repairing all the big ass holes before we could even begin putting the new rods up. Josh and Sam quickly got bored of the conversation and wandered off, likely out back to light up a joint.

“He seems like he’s doing so much better,” Danny said quietly once we were alone.

“Yeah, he is. It… it still nags at him sometimes, but not nearly as bad anymore.” He couldn’t always escape the nightmares, and they were worse when he was alone at night, but he found it a little easier to deal with every time.

“It’s crazy how all that panned out. And Finn, he’ll be locked up for good?”

“That’s the plan. He’ll probably only serve a year here for the assault, it being ‘officially’ his first offense. And South Dakota is fucked so they’ll only sentence up to two years for a hit and run fatality, which makes no goddamn sense to me. But once they extradite him to Utah, he’s looking at aggravated murder, which means life in prison, if they don’t give him the death penalty.”

“Shit. That’s gotta be a bit of a relief, though, to know he’s not coming back.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. After a beat, I told Danny about our plans for next month. “Josh wants to go to Salt Lake City.”

“Why?”

“He wants to go visit Stephen, the guy Finn killed. Wants to see where he’s buried, pay his respects, I guess.”

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I hate seeing him upset, but if he feels like he needs to, I’m not gonna stop him.”

“You worry too much. He’ll be okay. He knows what he’s doing, and it’ll probably be good for him.” There was no arguing; I knew he was right.

Josh and Sam eventually made their way back inside, smelling like weed and grinning like they’d just gotten away with a crime.

“Cairo, get changed. Sam and I have decided that, seeing how it is Tuesday, we are going out for tacos and tequila.”

“Bottomless margaritas!” Sam chimed in.

Tacos did sound pretty fucking good right about now. “I’m down, but I need a shower first. And so do you,” I said, reminding Josh that we were both still covered in paint.

“Save water, shower together,” Sam snickered.

“That was the plan.” Josh shot me a mischievous smirk and wasted no time in grabbing a hold of my hand and dragging me upstairs with him.

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TAGLIST @hollyco @fleetingjake @musicislove3389 @hailthegodsong @josh-iamyour-mama @katuschka @lilbitx @gvfstuddedmajesty @joshylanefleet

[randomkduck]

Chapter 4: Time With Green

sorry for the delay of this chapter. My original plan was to give each boy time but I'm gonna scrap the Red and Vio 1-on-1 chapters or else this will never get finished lol. Just know that Red gives Shadow a bath and Vio has suspicious 'trying to resurrect Shadow' stuff under his bed.

Anyways on to the chapter!

Shadow already liked Green. The guy was the first to show him genuine kindness, no strings attached, no expectations. He was kind, and he accepted him in his final moments, so Shadow liked him even if he would never admit it to anyone.

But this? This made him like Green even more.

Green and Shadow had been alone in the house that day. Green doing miscellaneous tasks and Shadow messing around in whatever room he was doing chores in to bug him or just to ease his own boredom.

At one point Green was picking up books and things while Shadow was weaving his way between his legs, tripping him up, and Green dropped one of the books on the ground. Shadow, seizing the opportunity to mess with him and his cleaning, took the book and ran away with it.

Green just huffed out a little “hey! Rude.” and went back to putting the rest of what was in his hands away.

Shadow just sighed and stared down at the book. He was hoping for a chase but didn’t get one and was very disappointed. He’d have to try again later, maybe steal one of the books in Vio’s room. Although the book did have a lot of pictures in it. Maybe a sketchbook? Or a picture one considering the words, though Shadow didn’t know how to read he would have no idea which it actually was.

When Green found him later, Shadow had already flipped through most of the book and was turning the next page to look at more of the pretty art.

“Holy shit.” Green breathed, and then chuckled when Shadow whipped his head up and stared wide-eyed, like a chu chu caught on a train track.

Green then decided to dedicate the rest of the day to teaching Shadow how to read. Most teaching him to pick up the books, sit on the couch or on a counter, and then lay down and flip through them.

He also taught him how to open doors, including the ones with the round handle that you’d think somebody without hands wouldn’t be able to open and yet here we are.

It was a fun day. Green looking like a little kid in a candy shop the whole time, his cleaning and chores forgotten.

~~~~~~~~~~

Green ran into the living room and looked around for me. Checking under the couch and in the cat tree before finding me on the rafters above.

“There you are! Quick, they’re coming! Just do what we practiced!” Green giggled and ran back out of the room.

I nodded solemnly after him, and jumped down, running to the book shelf and carefully pulling a book down. Set it on the couch. Grabbed a pair of reading glasses I had seen Vio use, and setting them on the couch as well. Curled up and got in position.

Perfect.

I think the reading glasses were a nice touch on Green’s part. Made me look kinda like an old grandma but I didn’t mind one bit.

Green desperately tried to pretend there wasn’t something funny. I could hear him great everyone in the next room with a tight “hi guys, how was your day!”

Great job selling none-chalance Green, you nailed it! (sarcasm)

“Okay, what did you do?” Blue asked, not entertaining ‘whatever this was’ with Green.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Green fought to keep the grin off his face, tipping his nose down in the hopes they wouldn’t see.

Vio gave him a look and scanned the room. Red had already made eye-contact with me and looked like he was trying not to cry.

Vio noticed Red’s vibrating first somehow, following his line of sight until it landed on me.

The look on his face was priceless!

Something between confusion, betrayal, and shock was written on his face.

I made a show of looking at him over the reading glasses, before looking back down at the book and turning a page.

Red let out a noise that had me fearing for his health before a loud “OH MY GODS IT’S SO CUUUUUUUUTEE!!!!” Tore from his throat.

To my credit, I did not run away this time!

Blue jumped and finally tore his eyes from the staring contest him and Green had started, and stared at me, his expression unreadable before he threw his hands into the air.

“Finally! Somebody to do my paperwork for me!” He exclaimed, then walked over the couch and crouched before me. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to write, do you?” He asked.

I shook my head, hearing a noise come from Vio who was so fucking confused by everything that was happening it was delicious.

Blue nodded sadly, “I knew it was too good to be true.” He put his hand on his chest, bowing his head as if in mourning.

I woulda laughed my fur off if I could have!

“...How?????” Vio asked, pointing at me while looking at Green, who shrugged not at all innocently.

“I have no idea where he learned that from.” To his credit, he did pull off a fake perplexed well.

I felt my tail wrap around me as I went back to reading, very pleased with myself.

[holmesillustrations]

hello! first of all, i love the concept of an illustration tournament! all of the illustrations add a more in depth feeling to doyle's stories, and there's something about those crisp lines. it's wonderful good to see there's someone engaging with them and taking the time for this poll! i myself have been looking for different illustrations of hutchinson's and paget's but i haven't found any good scans like the ones you post on your page. i was wondering if they were your scans or perhaps you had found them somewhere? i would love to know where to find them! cheers!

hi! thank you so much!! i really do think the illustrations are such an important element of the stories and it has been so cool to see how much fun people are having with the tournament <3

i definitely dont have any original scans unfortunately (i do have a 1912 strand annual at home but alas, no holmes stories that year 😔) but i have a few sources i got illustrations for the bracket from, plus just editing/cleaning up what i could of the ones that i couldnt find in better quality. i'v said a bit of this before but i havent actually gone through with links/explanations so:

Sources for Holmes Illustrations

Wikisource-UK Strand Holmes Portal - missing most of the Return collection for some reason, but a great source for Adventures, Memoirs, and Casebook, plus HOUN. generally good quality resolution but a bunch are edited to have transparent backgrounds which can be annoying depending on how you're trying to use it. (probably your best bet if you love those crisp-lined paget ones from Memoirs, which are also a lot of my favourites dskfdk)

And then more generally you can find a lot of stuff just clicking around the individual stories' pages on wikisource and wikimedia commons, im not gonna link to all those for the sake of brevity but theyre easy to find

ACD Encyclopedia - im linking directly to STUD so you can see the page format but at the bottom of each story's page is a more or less full list of known illustrations, these are not always great quality but its a good place for reference and there are a few where this was the only source i could find at all (the Steele piece for DYIN comes to mind)

Archive.org: Strand // Collier's // Hearst's Intl etc . The strand scans are pretty comprehensive but vary wildly in quality from some of the best ive found to ones so covered in moiree artifacts that they were not even salvagable. But especially for the later stories with Wiles and Elcock, it was often the only reliable source. Collier's is missing a lot of issues but you can sometimes find things and at least the covers are usually good. Hearst's i can only find for 1923 but its a rly good scan so if anyone can find the 21, 22, and 24 from the same source im 👀.

and I have had no luck at all locating online resources for the other magazines but i love seeing the pages in their original context so im kind of passively looking all the time lmao

I thinkk that covers where i got everything, obviously its been a while since i was doing all this so i might have missed something and there may be other places i never found, but these were the major sources i used at the time. Im not sure if this will help with Hutchinson since i was focusing on first publications only and im pretty sure he was only on book collections iirc? But i think his are on wikimedia at least.

[365-days-mylifej]

JUNE 6th 2025, 19 years old

My dad might have cancer for the third time. It’s terrible. I am a mess. I don’t know what to do. He needs a biopsy on his lungs lymphnodes. Apparently his scans showed he has a growing one. He had large b-cell cancer in 2018 and then again in 2022 and now again I. 2025. Seems like every 2-4 years. I want to do cancer research. How will I get there? Maybe I’ll change my major to biological stuff. Idk. But I want to do research for lymphoma cancer or genetics. Maybe I’ll be a genealogist and figure out a genetic way to figure out to cure cancer. I want to cure cancer. What if there is a cure and they are hiding it?

I’m worried for my dad though. What do I do? S was very helpful. I got to see him for 5 minutes. We kissed and hugged and took a pic together. It’s cute. He wants to buy my brown car for 2,500. I think it’s a good deal. Then he can always come see me 😊

I streamed today and had an average of 7 viewers!! I did so good and had new interactions. I was very happy. S even stopped by 🥰

I did cleaning because H came early to pick me up so that was shocking and I couldn’t stream for very long. But still got a lot of interactions. I’m exhausted.

I have a PTSD headache from my accident. It sucks my neck hurts and my left eye. It aches quite a lot as I’m remember my father sick as hell. He was so pale and sitting in the hospital bed is just-… I hate it.

My therapist D will crack down on it. Ugh.

I’m going to meet up with B tomorrow. I’m excited to catch up with him and see him. He will update me on his gf and I’ll update him on mine. He is a good friend. He always has my back. I appreciate it a lot.

Well I’m gonna stream later again. Should I post the twitch on here? My life should be a secret of who I am probably but I’m sure someone will figure it out soon. Oh well.

Okay I’ll check back in tomorrow. I just don’t want to forget. I am quite sad today. I finished my manuscript though so that is good. I will post it maybe another time.

-wltd- 6:35 pm

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[sonicasura]

Let me put it this way Sonic, that day Kafka showed Reno the WW2 bomb was also the day he learned Kafka had several of them in his nest, all active and showing of their nice little red lights. He thought they worked great for decor. One explaintion from a very pale looking Reno later had Kafka remove every single one carefully and take them far away from his nest and detonate them safely away from anything and anyone. Though said detonation was felt and many in the city thought a mini earthquake had passed by.

How none of them had exploded at that point is a mystery Reno is more then happy to leave alone. Everyone agrees.

And to his defense, he had no idea that box had dynamites in it. Though it was better then the time Kafka hauled up one of those giant metal boxes used by transport ships by request from the coast guards who where looking for such missing metal boxes and when opend showed its cargo had once been living humans. Yeah, a lot of officers, both from the DF and the coast guard, found they where unable to sleep due to being haunted by skeletal remains.

Kafka actually made a little memorial shrine in his nest that gets new add ones whenever he finds more of such cases. And any illegal transports gets a even worse fate from there on as well. Lailis is more then happy to help once she learns what the deal is with the shrine. Her parenst makes sure to keep it clean and maintained.

Yeah, Lailis those dream of such a day. And she knows its a possiblity given she is part of the first generation who is gonna slowly inact that change too. To say they find some of the old laws, traditions and rules are more then a little suffocating is a mild understatment at best. She and many of her peers feels like they do more harm the good in the long run. Merfolk care much about their home and aren't afraid to change things if it means the betterment of their home. Even if the change is a slow as a snail at times.

Kafka dose also bring in big fish such a tuna, various types of sharks and other larger fish as well. Its just easier with kaijus as they are ridiculous in their numbers. Soshiro specially likes it when Kafka comes with a freshly caught tuna though, one of his family members makes some mean tuna sashimi and sushi. Which he is more then happy to share with Kafka and Mina.

I've never heard of  Kaiju No 8 Minute show at all. And now I got to see every episode once I have the time. I'm kinda busy at the moment with moving more permantly in my parents place for the next few months. Remember how I told its been raining for weeks at my naborhood? It has done a shitton of damage to the sewer system that needs to be replaced. Which means they are forced to demolish half the naborhood and close it of to do the necessary repairs.

Thank god he didn't give one of those boxes to Mina and Soshiro. Nevermind the WW2 bombs. I won't be surprised if someone has Kafka bring down an underwater camera and they scan what items he has in that nest.

Mainly the stuff he's clueless about as there's no need to severely breach his privacy. Everyone wants to make sure any more bombs or dangerous material are properly handled. Moreso if kids of his own are added into the equation.

That is true with certain populations and how difficult some are. I would suggest lionfish. They're a delicacy, easy to catch, but also are an invasive species which over populates pretty quickly. Kafka can nab them, provide a delicious treat and help the environment.

Oof. I hope things get better on your side.

[twist-assist]

Okay well not to be cringe but here's a summary on the Logkeeper Arc, AKA TWSIT AU but with An AI, AKA The Squad Finds Out Aliens Exist

Prologue:

The Logkeepers (an intergalactic organization that's basically like Starfleet without the military and diplomatic stuff, just exploration and science) send an expedition team to Thedas (known as Ward 13)

Expedition team settles in the Frostback Basin

The Second Blight happens

Expedition team learns about the Blight, wonders if they can find a cure to it with their own tech and research

This is what is known as a protocol violation

The Logkeepers order them to evacuate because the Blight is dangerous and there's something else brewing in the Frostback Basin (Hakkon). The expedition team refuses

They abandon their facility and leave extra orders to their AI, ANN13 (Artificial Neural Network of Ward 13), which is also left behind. They don't tell the Logkeepers their reasons for abandoning the facility, just that they are

Logkeepers are unable to dismantle the facility themselves, but considering the other stuff happening in the Frostback Basin it's difficult to even go in. It's concluded that it's hidden enough to leave behind and write off the world itself

With the exception of one captain, the rest of the Logkeepers basically forget about Thedas

BASICALLY 800 YEARS LATER, 9:41 DRAGON:

The Squad™ (Kaaras, Malika, Ellana, Maxwell) are in the Frostback Basin post-Jaws of Hakkon

They're hired to clean up any other pockets of demons and Venatori in the area before scholars can come in and study the space

They find themselves in the hidden corner of the basin, surrounded by cliffs

There's nothing there but it's noticeably warmer and drier

Malika slaps a cliff and it wakes up ANN13

ANN13 scans them and immediately clocks Ellana as an elf, Maxwell as a human, and Malika as a dwarf. It thinks Kaaras is an unknown entity (he's kinda miffed about it)

Technically, ANN13 is not supposed to let Locals into the facility. It lets them into the facility due to "Omega Protocol"

The squad explores the facility. A bunch of things look unfamiliar to them. Other things do look familiar

They push buttons on a terminal and bring up some video logs, which ANN13 allows them to watch. They learn about the people who used to live there and what they did, and also what was happening in Thedas during that time

They see the final log that was sent to the Logkeepers (it announced their departure from the facility). However, there was a final final log, meant to only be given to Locals that would eventually discover the facility in the future, which would actually reveal why they left

Someone accidentally activates the facility's emergency beacon

The one (1) person who was constantly watching for any potential Logkeeper activity on Thedas notices it, and sends a team over to investigate

The squad panics. ANN13 tells them to hide in an ESC shuttle (basically an escape pod), but then also launches it (they didn't know that was gonna happen)

ANN13 assumes it was fine because ESC shuttles have stealth tech and would not be detected

The Logkeepers detect them (the stealth tech is 800 years out of date) and captures the shuttle

The squad gets interrogated

The interrogation is intervened by an admiral who, and this is important, is a furry an anthropomorphic fox. The squad is like. wtf

However she sees an opportunity because the squad has managed to communicate with ANN13 after the Logkeepers' failed attempts

She persuades them to have it answer the questions they were looking for. The squad refuses at first but then realize that ANN13 also refused to tell them. Even though it was willing to tell them everything else

Eventually, ANN13 reveals the info (and is like :( the whole time)

The admiral sends the squad down to the area where it's theorized the expedition team might have gone. It's west of Thedas

While trying to find the team, they run into some Grey Wardens (Elissa and Alim)

They too, are looking for rumours about a cure for the Blight

idk how it ends. They eventually find something of the team, whether or not it's the people (Logkeepers can live a long time) or whatever they left behind. Elissa and Alim decide to stay, Kaaras et al. leave

They say their goodbyes to ANN13. ANN13's fate is unknown, but it's likely not great. Miraculously, they don't get their memories erased. It's not like anyone would believe them anyway

They're dropped back in the basin, now completely silent

Then they're like "Soooo….do you think we'll still get paid for that job?"

[the-firebird69]

MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS - THRIFT SHOP FEAT. WANZ (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

He says that there are grandfather not grandpa I agree too is there Stephanie says this is top of the line stuff. In the thrift shop we think it's the max insulting people and they are. But really a lot of these things are very cool and they don't come up with stuff like this mac daddy did a few but really they say it's them having it done and this kid does a lot of stuff because he wants to and we could be in actual trouble but let's face it these people were very wealthy they had a huge network down below and the max were not winning and we're hiding and for good reason. And they did not do massively well until recently when the clans left and we don't know what they're doing and they could kick our **** or they could be covered because they were right on them and we see what happens to people but yeah this is some **** **** stuff OK it's in the thrift shop and everything goes down to the bottom or what appears to be the bottom the in our area but what's for sale is ridiculous. There's boxes that are thousands of years old and they look like they're only 20 or 30 or 50 years old and they're made out of Entwood and it's it's illegal to have it as illegal to have it's not made out of people but you don't understand that these things are all heirlooms and hallmarks and just massively important he came up with all sorts of things designs and they are incredible things and some of them are in there I went in and I said I know what this is and this I started looking I said This is the real thing and I bought a whole bunch of stuff and I'm happy with it and I tell you what I'm cleaning it up and I'm storing it right and I might even display a lot of it in a mansion or two of mine. And put it in a case that's indestructible it's a good suggestion that way I can get away with it. It's hard to take. I like what he's saying what he's saying is we're all gonna kind of be building it and we're all gonna build our own we don't get along at all that will each have a part and that part will be sent to a warehouse and we'll be running the warehouse and it's how dumb it is and we have to get these cars out there because the Max will go after them because he's gonna redesign it and it's gonna be close to what the real thing is and whether or not it is they don't care they go after our vader cars like the plague and we're using them and they work this will be a West Coast car and the West Coast is not as easy as you think we think it works though and you look at the videos and there's some odd people and if you blink you miss it we think there's a car in the background in in Tommy FA video and it looks wicked. Let's get together and try and figure out what to do and he says that the design you might have to try and get to someone it's going to be different he says and we do understand that is it take too long it takes him a year and a half wasn't very. And this is awkward but weird and strange but terrific. It will be their design they're going to hand us a design and they never do that but it's really from him so we have to try and figure out if it's from others he knows maybe even Ken

the todd

You see what those triggers and we know how it is you feel they go to New Hampshire first no they put in New Hampshire later because he's not possessed like that until later and much later. Not trying to say that'll happen that way they're not saying that'll happen that way and nothing else or it's just what it logic says about the movie and the max might make it happen that way because of it this is an awesome time an awesome video this is helpful and we're going to look at the other one and we're going to get this going and we do know how to handle design off it'll be like ripped off

There are rumors that the design was found at the cia and it's because they took it from will and bill and they got an image and they scanned that's a different story.

Frank Castle hard castle

 Actually happened it's actually the story

Duke Nukem blockbuster

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