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Promises

Part 1 | Part 2 | more coming soon

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst

Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, stalking, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, slight impregnation kink, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 6.5k

((A/N: this is a short fic series inspired by the song “Promises” by Calvin Harris & Sam Smith. It's been some time! Y/N is now a bakery shop owner! I hope you enjoy this short series, I believe there will be four parts. If you're a jujutsu kaisen fan, the Geto version will be added to our ao3 :)))

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[2 Months Later]

It’s 10:30 PM, the chairs are up and you’ve just about finished mopping the floor. Jaehyun sighs and leans back into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d been watching you every night since he left. He couldn’t stand to not be near you, or to not make sure you were out of harm's way once you left work and walked home at late hours.

If he hadn’t messed up that night, if he hadn’t been vulnerable with you and given into his heart's desires life a selfish, touch-starved man, he would still have a friend. He could keep you company when you closed the bakery, and talk to you about everything. Just like the days before that night.

You lock the front door with your keys, and start your journey home. 

You sigh, dragging your hand bag over your shoulders and buttoning your coat. “Well, at least there’s no rain tonight.” Your eyes and legs are tired, and all you want to do is climb into bed and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, maybe you’ll watch a movie. You put your headphones in and fix your hands into the coat pockets

You’re about halfway into your 25 minute walk when Jaehyun notices two men following you. As usual, he drives slowly, and without his headlights on the dark road so you don’t suspect being followed. The two men walked out of an alleyway as if they were waiting for you to pass them. Jaehyun’s brows furrow. He knew you couldn’t hear their steps because you were listening to music, but how couldn’t you feel their presence?

“Shit.” He grumbles, knowing that he will have to make himself known if he is about to stop these men.

2 minutes later and they still huddle together while walking behind you, however, you bop your head to a new song just released by your favorite k-pop group.

“Oooo I’ll have to add this one.” You say to yourself, adding the song to your Bakery’s playlist on Spotify. By the time you look back up, you see a car swerve right in front of you.

“Holy-“

“Get in!” Jaehyun unlocks the door of his coupe, which is now perpendicular to the sidewalk, blocking you in with no choice but to get in.

Your look of shock turns into one of disdain. You take your headphones out. “You’ve got some nerve.”

You walk in front of the car and flash both middle fingers before continuing home.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, swerving the car back into the street to drive beside you.

“Listen, let’s talk about it, okay? You just need to get in right now, I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” You roll your eyes.

“Y/n! Stop fucking around! Get in!”

“Hey hey hey…no need to get aggressive, man…she said she’s not interested.” A strange voice says from behind you.

Before you can turn around to see his face, he drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders to stop you from walking any longer.

“Leave her alone…she told you to get lost.” Another man speaks, your eyes widen.

“You alright, sweetheart?” They turn to you, your heart begins to race as you get an immense feeling of dread.

Jaehyun quickly puts the car in park and jumps out. He walks towards them as they pull you back. “Get off of her.”

You reach out for him with pleading eyes. “J-“ you start, but you feel something circular pressing into the small of your back.

“Oh no, we’re saving her from you, she’ll be perfectly fine once you’re gone.” The man chuckles.

“Tell him to get lost or we’ll put a hole in you.” The other whispers into your ear.

You gasp and look back up at Jaehyun.

“Fuck off dude, you’re a creep. Isn’t he, sweetheart?” He presses it in more.

“I-I’m fine, just go away!” You look at Jaehyun in hopes that he will listen, one wrong move and it could be either of you with a new bloody hole to model.

Jaehyun lowers his hand and nods. “Okay.” He walks away and jumps back into the car. You feel a sense of relief, but it's short-lived as you are now subject to whatever these men want to do with you. You feel disappointment and despair. Did Jaehyun really give up on you that easily? Could he really abandon you in this moment when you needed him the most?

The men drag you back into a dark alleyway.

“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me!” You beg for your life in hopes that they will just leave you alone, that they’ll have a sudden change of mind. But deep down you know they’ve been planning, they’ve finally caught a victim and don’t plan on stopping now.

They only laugh and tie your hands together behind you while you sob and plead.

“Quiet down, sweetie, you’ll live but only if you shut the hell up.”

One of the men says before throwing you into the brick wall. You grunt as you feel your back collide with the rough surface.

The man is about to say something else when you hear a sharp, high-pitched noise echo into the night. You shut your eyes, flinching when you feel blood splatter across your face.

When you open them you see the body of one of the men laid out right in front of you, a small hole in his forehead gushing out blood as his blank eyes stare at you. You scream, and the other man grabs your coat, yanking you in front of him before pressing a gun to your temple.

“Who the fuck is there?! I’ll shoot her right now!” He looks around anxiously.

The alleyway is completely dark, you can’t see anyone, but the man backs away thinking that the shot came from the right side.

He stumbles over his friend's body, releasing his tight grip on you in the process. You take it as your chance to run away. He tries to run after you, “Hey you bitch!, get back-“

Before he can finish, another shot goes off. The man lets out a blood curdling scream and drops to the ground. You quickly turn around, panting as you see his shadow finally come to light.

Jaehyun.

Your dark-haired savior walks slowly towards the crying man with a sniper gun in his hand. He lugs it around like it's nothing, but based on the length, noise, and precise shots, you know it’s heavy. You swallow hard as you watch his menacingly large figure create an engulfing shadow over the man.

As he walks under a street light that the man has dragged himself to, you see a completely unfamiliar look on Jaehyun’s face. He’s angry, no.. he’s outraged, and the dark glare in his eyes makes your heart race. Is it because he’s hot, or is it because he’s terrifying? You’re not sure.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t give the man a chance to beg. He cocks his gun and shoots his other kneecap. The man places both hands over it and cries out while laying on his back.

“No!! Please don’t! I’m sorry, we weren’t gonna hurt her!” The man cries out when he sees the grim face of Jaehyun looking down on him as he crawls away.

Jaehyun cocks his sniper gun again.

You finally snap out of your daze and run towards him. “No stop! Don't do this!” You yell out.

Jaehyun doesn’t respond to neither you nor him, he only aims for the crying man’s crotch area. He shoots him again and cocks his gun. The man struggles to back away from him as he aims it at his head. 

Jaehyun is so furious, not a word escapes him, he only feels rage and sees red. 

But just as he’s about to pull the trigger again, you jump onto the ground in between the gun and the man.

“Jaehyun! Stop! Please, he’s learned his lesson.” You pant, your arms till aching as they are tied behind your back.

“Move.” Jaehyun’s tone is dark, you don’t even recognize him.

You swallow hard, hoping you can get through to him. “Jaehyun..it’s not worth it, the police are gonna be here any second now, just leave.”

“I said move. I’m gonna blow his head off.”

“No! I won’t allow you to! This ends now.”

Jaehyun’s voice raises. “They put their hands on you! They were going to hurt you! They deserve nothing but pain!” 

“Yes! I agree, but you’ve done enough! Get out of here!”

Suddenly, police sirens start to get louder, it's as if someone called them after hearing the shots.

“Jaehyun..help me, please.” You look up with wide eyes, and finally, Jaehyun snaps out of it.

He finally puts his gun by his side and leans down to help you up. 

He looks back at the man and kicks his head hard, leaving him crotchless and bleeding out on the dirty ground alone.

The two of you run back to Jaehyun’s car.

 He helps you into the passenger seat before jumping in and speeding away.

“Jaehyun, what the hell! You–you just killed someone.” You cry as he drives maniacally to your place.

“Are you okay?” He ignores your panic.

“Okay? Okay?! No I’m not fucking okay, Jaehyun, I just witnessed a murder! There’s- there’s blood all over me!” 

Once at a stop light, he takes his pocket knife out and cuts your zip ties. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks as he examines your soft face and body.

You sigh and look into his worried eyes. Damn it, why did he have to look at you like you’re his world? “I’m..listen I’m fine, but what you did was not okay, you just killed-“

“It’s what I do y/n.” He says lowly, calmly, but with a scary tone. The light turns green and he continues driving. The street lights illuminate his sharp features and you feel your heart drop. The man you had a deep longing for lived to kill, and killed to live, that’s the reality of it. He had no regrets whatsoever after taking a human life.

This was normal for him.

His fist tightens around the steering wheel. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the thick veins in his arms. “If something happened to you..I couldn’t live with myself..I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was necessary.”

He looks at you then quickly looks away, hiding how his eyes started to fill with water. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re just trying to get home after a long day of work. What if he wasn’t there to save you? What if he lost you? And he realizes once again why you two could never date. You’re nowhere near ready to see him for who he truly is.

You take a deep breath and relax into your seat, resting your elbow on the door. Your fingers shakily press against your temple as you look out of the window . “Jaehyun..you can’t protect me from the world..you can’t just hover around and follow me everywhere.”

“Why the hell not?” His nose scrunches.

You flick your head towards him. “Because you’re not my boyfriend! You yourself said you regretted ever meeting me, you never wanted to see me again, and yet, here you are swooping in like fucking Batman!”

Jaehyun clenches his jaw and abruptly parks his car outside of your apartment building. 

“I mean nothing to you..you should start acting like I don’t.” You look down at the floor and say sternly.

He sighs. “Y/n..I—didn’t..” he stumbles over his words as you sit there in silence.

You look back up at him, and he wants to hug you, he wants to hold you and get lost in your beautiful eyes. He takes a moment to breathe in your scent, still fresh and pretty after a long day at work. 

“What?” You watch him as he stares.

He sighs and looks out of the window. “You can get out now.”

You purse your lips and nod, tears threatening to escape. “...the next time I see you outside of my job, I’m going to call the police.” All this time, you knew he was watching. 

Jaehyun turns back to you with a puzzled expression. Night after night, you’d seen his black sports car parked a few feet away from the bakery. You knew he was there, and you never approached him about it. 

You look into his eyes before opening the door and stepping out. Jaehyun doesn’t protest as you slam the door and head inside.

Once he sees your apartment light turn on, he drives away, angry at himself once again. What if someone saw him with you? What if they knew he had a weakness and knew where that said weakness lived?

He lays in his bed after taking a hot shower and falls asleep quickly. 

“Jaehyun..”

“Hnnn..” His eyes struggle to open.

“Jaehyun..baby.”

“Yes…hmmm.”

“Need you..” 

Jaehyun hears your soft voice and feels your warmth. He opens his heavy eyes to see that he’s back in his car. This time he’s in the backseat with you beside him. 

“Y/n..” He rubs his thumb over your cheek to check if you’re really there. You lean in and look into his eyes before kissing him deeply while closing your eyes. 

 Jaehyun turns his head and groans into your mouth as his tongue traces over your smooth lips. Cherry. The same cherry balm he tasted when kissed your lips the first time. 

The hunger in his chest grows, he grabs you by the waist and brings onto his lap, your arms still tied behind you as you moan. He handles you like it’s nothing, pushing your skirt up your hips and to your waist before pulling you down harder onto him. 

He releases your lips finally, a string of spit dropping down your chin as you whimper. He pulls his pocket knife out and quickly cuts the fabric of your underwear, a move that has your skin riddled with goosebumps in no time.

He looks at the knife, thinking about how he should also cut your zip ties, but also thinking of how he doesn’t really want to. Something about you being bound, restricted, and doomed to ride him until you swelled with his offspring made everything hotter to him.

He looks up at you while brushing his fingers over your opening. It's silky with your essence, already building just from your kiss. You throw your head back and start to grind onto them as he teases you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, gazing up at your angelic face. He swears he’s already in heaven.

His fingers finally enter you, a high-pitched moan escaping you once you feel them stretching you out. 

“I-I’m ready!” You move faster, finding it hard to hold back as you’re so wound up already.

He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arm around you to guide you down onto him. “Good girl…almost there.” He whispers while watching you take him in.

The sight is so satisfying, he doesn’t know if he’ll last all night. You gasp once his tip kisses your sweet spot, but you continue to move up and down like you did with his fingers.

You move easily, your essence and his pre cum being all the lubricant you need to fit him inside repeatedly. He groans, rubbing his large hands along your thighs.

“So—good, I can’t” You struggle to move steadily with your arms tied behind you, you’re close, but getting weaker. You close your eyes as tears escape.

He tilts your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look down at him. “Don’t slow down, baby, you want me to fill you up right? Well, keep going.” He chokes you slightly as you whimper. 

“Yes..please cum with me..” 

He could see your breasts bouncing under your button down dress shirt from work, he could see them pop open one by one as you bounced faster. And your pussy, so warm, so tight around him. He can feel his tip twitch as you clench around him, threatening to coat your walls at any moment now.

“Oh my.. GodI!” Your head falls back. Sweat runs down into the crevice of your breasts. He grabs your waist with both hands, taking over to slam you down onto him at a faster pace. He thrusts into you aggressively, chasing after a high that he knows he’ll remember well after tonight.

If you thought you could drop him after this, you’d be so wrong. He’d never been happier, never been hungrier, never been more anxious to fuck someone into oblivion like this. He could keep going if you let him. He’d have to recover quickly just so he can do it all over again in minutes, it would be difficult, but it’s not impossible.. He had to do it for you.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to....yes good girl, so tight for me.” He pants, his voice is gravelly.

“Jaehyun!” You cried out one final time before his eyes flew open. 

No. 

Jaehyun looks up at his ceiling and feels his bed under him. It’s wet with his sweat.

His chest is heaving and his dick is painfully hard, sticking straight into the sheet above him. “Shit. It felt so real.” 

He closes his eyes and rounds his fist around his dick to relieve himself, still imagining you clenching around him so beautifully while in his car.

He groans and wipes his forehead once he’s done. “This is gonna be hard.” He knows he should respect your wishes to not see him again, but deep down he knows he will have to. He knows he’s in too deep, and letting go is impossible at this point.

[One Month Later]

Jaehyun tries to let you go, he doesn’t watch you anymore..well, not every night at least.

He told himself he was getting better, and if “getting better” included installing a tracking device on your cell phone to follow you instead of watching you outside work, then yes, yes he was “getting better.”

A guy in his gang that acted as a hacker sent a virus to your phone through a text message pretending to be a K-pop album sale link. And just as he expected, you got too excited and clicked it without thinking. By the time you realized it was a scam, it was too late. He was in. You shrugged your shoulders and went about your day like nothing happened.

He didn’t track you every day but just knowing that he could when he wanted to was enough for him.

He had just welcomed a shipment with his guys, when he decided to take a break and check on you. His brows furrow when he notices you’ve stopped by a particular place between home and work once again. What could this place be? A new friend? Or.. a new man? No, you wouldn’t do that to him..or would you?

He jumps into his car and tells his guys to finish everything up before speeding away.

When he gets to his apartment, he looks the address up and finds that it’s an apartment building that belongs to a wealthy banker.

He bites his lip as he contemplates what on Earth you could want with a banker.

He relaxes into his computer chair and shrugs it off. He shouldn’t be intruding like this, it isn’t right. He’ll let you handle whatever it is you’re doing. It must be important and necessary. So he doesn’t let it bother him…that is until one day when you have a date with the man.

He watched you go out with the banker that aged you by at least 15 years. You wore a gorgeous red silk dress and did your hair up. Your skin looked immaculate and your smile shone brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He watched from outside, holding himself back from marching in there and crashing the date. If Mr. Bank thought he was gonna get lucky tonight, he was very wrong.

You smile and laugh with him so much, Jaehyun can’t take it any more. He drives away.

A few hours later, you enter your apartment and kick your heels off. You shimmy your coat off before walking into the kitchen to get yourself some water. 

“Where were you?” A deep voice asks from the shadows of your kitchen.

You jump up and walk backwards. “WHO-“

Jaehyun steps out with arms crossed and knitted brows. His hair is styled back to reveal his forehead, and grey shadow rests under both eyes like he hasn’t slept in days.

He still looks handsome though, his black T-shirt clinging onto his toned biceps.

“Jesus Christ!! Jaehyun WHAT THE HELL?” You quickly turn the light switch on then turn to your handbag, fumbling around for your pepper spray.

“It’s 3 fucking A.M. and you’re just now getting home.” He tilts his head, confused as to why you act like he’s intruding.

Your mouth falls open, the audacity of this man.

“Are you crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the police.” You reach for your cell phone in your bag, but as you search for it, Jaehyun walks up to you and grabs your wrist.

He quickly places your hand behind your back and backs you into the wall.

Your eyes widen as he towers over you. 

“Answer the question first.” He grumbles, looking down on you like you’re some kind of criminal that’s been caught stealing.

You shake your head and gasp. “I don’t have to answer to you! I’m a grown woman!”

Jaehyun smirks as his eyes trace downward, floating from your lips to your neck and finally to your pronounced cleavage.

“This is a really nice dress, y/n, did he like it?” His eyes are filled with fire and jealousy. He looks almost disgusted as he thinks about you giving your body to someone else.

Your eyebrows raise. “You’re still following me? You’re insane!” You struggle to pull your hand away, but you pound against his chest with your other hand. He quickly grabs it by the wrist and places it above your head, like it’s nothing. His neck cranes down to get closer to your face.

“Let me go!” you yell. 

He shakes his head. “Not until you answer me.”

“Somebody help me!”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Even if someone comes, do you really think they can help you? Do you want to watch another person die, y/n?”

You swallow hard, and even though he is frightening at this moment, you feel hot and lustful with the amount of power he has over you.

“What’s your problem? First, you say you regret meeting me, and now, you’re following me every day! I can't keep doing this! So what if I moved on? Yeah I fucked another man, now what? You gonna kill me?”

Jaehyun flips you around so he’s pressed against your back and you’re pressed in with both hands held by him.

You grunt as your cheek hits the wall.

Jaehyun leans into your ear and whispers. “Mr. Bank loves that cheap cologne on his dresser. I see him use it every day. But it’s funny because I don’t smell it on you. And that’s how I know you’re lying.”

Chills run up your spine.

“W-we took a shower together, did you forget that I like doing it that way?” You smirk. Jaehyun’s grip tightens as he becomes even more infuriated.

You were lying, but you liked to see him get riled up, maybe just maybe, he’d leave you alone so you could forget about him, so you didn’t have to touch yourself to the thought of him, so you didn’t have to look at the empty chair in your bakery in hopes of seeing him there one night.

“You’re intent on pushing my buttons..even with you pressed up against the wall..even with your hands behind your back. Aren’t you afraid of how bad it’ll get for you?” 

You chuckle. “Are you threatening me because I just had the best sex of my life?”

Jaehyun picks you up off of the wall and lays you down onto the counter face first with a hard push.

“The best huh?” He flips the bottom of your dress up to expose your ass in your thong. He then taps two fingers against your clothed folds, you jump slightly at the unexpected contact. “And yet..your panties are still intact and you’re walking just fine.” 

He continues to rub his fingers against you, pressing them in just barely. You whimper quietly. “Your skin is cold. Your thighs are dry and you’re reacting to my simple touch. You smell like you did the first time like grapefruit and berries..seems to me you’re just as untouched as the Virgin Mary.” 

Jaehyun whispers so deeply, you can’t help but grow wet. Damn it, he really knew you like the back of his hand.

“And if it was the best, why were you able to go back to your place? Why didn’t you just sleep there in hopes for round two?” He still drags his fingers in and out, teasing his digits along your opening by pushing them in slowly.

“Unlike you, he begged me to stay tonight but I told him “no, I have to be at work in the morning.” You let out, you try to have a sturdy voice as you slowly unreel from his long fingers.

“Please, y/n, the more you lie, the longer this will take. You’re not the whore you claim to be..” he whispers against the back of your neck, giving you chills once more, but you shake them off and speak strongly.

“You don’t know me! I did unimaginable things with him tonight!” You wiggle to try to escape him, but the strong 6-foot something man doesn’t budge.

“Oh is that so? Show me.” He leans back and presses your wrists down with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. He then ties your hands behind your back with it and steps back. He sits at your dining table and waits for you to walk over.

“I’d need my hands, Jaehyun.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on y/n, see how much you can do without them..” he taps his thigh.

You sigh and walk over to him. Why did he have this control over you? What if he just ends up leaving again?

“I shouldn’t do anything for you, you’re cruel.” 

Jaehyun’s low eyes trace over your body in the red silk dress as you walk over to him. “But are you doing anything for me, per se? No baby, you’re gonna use me to satisfy yourself after a disappointing date.”

His hands can’t help but find your waist. He forces you down onto his thigh but doesn’t do anything other than look into your wide eyes.

You look onto his neck and broad shoulders, you smell his simple and fresh cologne. You wish you could run your hands through his full head of hair and intertwine your fingers on it as you go dizzy.

He lets your waist go. “Or...you can just sit here and tell me you hate me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”

Your mouth falls open as you look at his lips.

“Go on..I’m listening.” He leans back and tilts his head slightly, looking down onto you with those low bedroom eyes. His gaze makes you tremble.

You’re so turned on from his touch, you continue moving against his thigh. He’d gotten you this far, why not finish it?

“I hate you because you won’t leave me alone. You send mixed signals. One day you want me, the next day you say it’s unrealistic to be with me. Make up your damn mind.” The friction of his thigh against your opening makes you light headed, but you push on.

“Before we do this again..I need to know what the hell you want from me, do you want me in your life or not?!”

“Y/n..of course I want you in my life...it’s just not safe for you..”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head. “I answered your question, you should answer mine..why are you home so late? What business do you have with that man?” He clenches his thigh and the sudden action makes you moan and shut your eyes tightly, you move faster.

“Jaehyun...it’s none of your business.”

He knew you were trying to get close to the bank manager so you could get another loan for your business, you needed to make improvements in the kitchen, decorations, flooring etc. and the money you made wasn’t cutting it. You figured that if you could find the right man to seduce, maybe you could get what you needed quickly.

Jaehyun knew this because he had seen the Google searches on your phone that went from “how to get a loan.” to “how to best seduce a man.” Hence, the red silk dress you wore, the glam hair, the intoxicating perfume that was quickly seducing even him as well, the high heels you wore to bring out your curves, and of course, the bra that made your cleavage noticeable to even the stars above.

“..let me protect you..and I’ll give you everything you need.” He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear while bringing one of your straps down your arm. He starts to kiss your shoulder.

You move faster on his thigh, swiveling your hips as his grip becomes tighter. “..that’s easier said than done..I want...I need to be completely yours, I don’t need a bodyguard.” You whimper and moan as he sucks your neck. Sweat builds onto your forehead.

“I don’t need your protection, I need your love.” You say breathily before finally releasing on his thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder, trembling while feeling your legs weaken.

He looks into your wet eyes and caresses your cheek while zipping down your dress with his other hand.

He then yanks your dress down to reveal your hard nubs. His hands cup your breasts, massaging them before tracing his thumbs over the peaks. “So beautiful, and only for me.”

He sucks them one by one, caressing them with one hand as the other grips your thigh, hard, so hard you know you’ll be sore for days. You groan in pain from his fingertips pressing in deep, and if your hands weren’t tied behind your back, you would’ve pushed him away.

He doesn’t let up, guiding your body forward and backward so you continue to leak all over his sweatpants. “Jaehyun!” You cry out in sensitivity, you cum again easily but he doesn’t stop. He won’t let you go, he continues to flick his tongue against your breasts. Your back arches, your clit is stimulated once more by his thigh, but it isn’t enough. 

He lifts you up easily and lays you down onto the table. He wants to make use of his time with you while you are bound, so he slowly drags your thong down your legs before throwing it to the side.

“Stay still..” he commands as your legs wiggle in an effort to get away from him. You whimper as he presses his fingers and thumbs into your thighs to spread you further apart.

He licks and sucks your clit as his fingers dive in deep. Your entrance, already sopping but welcoming him nonetheless. Your back arches again. “Jaehyun!” You cry out as you watch him devour you. His dark eyes lock with yours as he groans.

The tip of his tongue traces over your sweet spot as you throw your head back. You cum again, struggling to break out of his belt and grab his hair. He doesn’t stop, licking up everything that escapes as tears escape your eyes.

“Please.. I can’t- slower.” You plead, but he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around your legs to keep them open and fixed around his head.

“Mmmm you taste so good, baby, and you’re all mine.” He chuckles then flattens his tongue against you.

He wants to make up for all the time he’d lost with you, he wants to consume you forever, to taste what he’s been craving all his life. He eats you out until you’re begging him to stop. Your wrists are tired of fighting against his belt, you try to kick his shoulders away again, but he simply smirks and grips your ankles tightly. 

“Don’t disobey me like that again, sweetheart.” His eyes dark and threatening as he looks up through his lashes.

You can’t stop moaning as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches, threatening to snap completely.

He finally finishes when he’s had enough. He stands up from the chair, flipping your body over and lifting one of your legs over the table. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard member and grabs your waist. He runs his cock against your slit, parting it slightly with the head to gather your slick. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me right? Gonna follow my orders and cum when I tell you to?” He asks lowly.

“Yes! Yes..Jaehyun..I need-“

He pulls you into him, your ass shakes as you moan. The angle created by one leg lifted drives you crazy as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. You can’t stop yourself from clenching.

“Fuck..so good..cum with me, don’t let anything escape..I wanna see you hold it in for me..”

He buries himself in deep with each stroke, allowing you to feel every judge and vein as he runs his dick against your velvety walls. The table shakes with each thrust, he groans when he feels you clenching again. He moves faster, pressing his hand into the small of your back to keep you still. 

“Yes, don’t..stop!” You release onto him and chant his name as he moves in and out slowly.

“That’s it..such a good girl for me..” he rubs your clit to coax another orgasm out of you despite you being sensitive. 

You can feel his abs on your back, you can’t take anymore. You open your hands and try to push him away. He pushes in deep to make you squirm. “Give me one more, okay..you’re my slut tonight, gonna do whatever I say, right?”

“Jaehyun!” Your hands fail to apply any pressure.

He chuckles. “Are you disobeying me? Tsk tsk..you act like you can’t take it, yet you’re gripping me like it’s yours..”

He rubs his fingers in circles with more force and you can feel your essence dripping down your legs continuously now.

He thrusts faster and harder, the entire table moves as he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow. “Cum with me..cum with me right now..I’m gonna fill you up so you don’t forget who owns this pussy. so full..so warm, you’ll never give it to anyone else, that’s a fucking order, understand?..”

You can’t think clearly, you become dizzy. 

Jaehyun grabs your waist tightly to slam your ass against his pelvis and reaches his other hand around your throat to choke you. “Y/n! Do you understand?!” 

You struggle to breathe,  but nod and cum again. ”y-yes! Yes, oh my god!”

A loud groan leaves him while his movement stutters. He collapses on top of you as he empties himself finally.

After a few minutes, he sits back into the chair, turns you around and brings your limp body onto his lap as you pant. He holds you close by wrapping you in his arms, tracing his fingers delicately against your spine. 

“Jaehyun..just let me love you..please.” You rest your head onto his shoulder.

He does love you, everything about you makes him ache, you make him soft and remind him that he has a heart. He’d let his mind wander too many times, he let himself think of a world where the two of you could live together, have a few pets, get married, have kids..all sorts of “regular” things.

But love? Jaehyun is left speechless, he doesn’t know what to say, but he also doesn’t want to break your heart again. He was beyond worried for you. He unbuckles his belt from your wrists and helps you up.

He stands the both of you up then sits you back down. He looks down at you as you wait for his answer with pleading, wet eyes.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He fixes his pants.

You stand up on wobbly legs, take his head into your hands and kiss him hard. “You don’t have to be sorry, just give us a chance.” You say once you break the kiss.

He kisses you back before pulling away “I can’t.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What exactly am I to you? Just a quick fuck and nothing else? Just tell me!” You turn away from him.

He feels his heart break again. “No! No..you’re much more than that..it’s-“

You turn back to him. “What? What the hell is it, Jaehyun?”

“I-I don’t know, I have to go.” He can’t look into your eyes anymore.

“No..don’t.” You grab his hand and tug him back. “Not again.”

“Y/n..I’m ....” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, keeping you from seeing the tears in his eyes. Why was he getting emotional?

The truth was Jaehyun had heard those exact words before. 

“no..don’t” 

It was the last thing his mom said to him. He was 16 and hell bent on doing his own thing. He ran away from home and decided to live a life of crime. He was stupid and broke her heart in the process, leaving her to die at home alone a few months later. At 12 years old, he had made a promise to protect and care for her when his father abandoned the two of them to take care of his other family.

Jaehyun needed to make more money and by the time he was 16, his friend offered an opportunity to make more money than he could ever imagine. It’s what he needed to do for himself and his mom, or at least that’s what he thought at the time. He didn’t know that all his mom wanted was for him to be safe and to grow up as a hardworking man she could be proud of. He disappointed her..and he feared he’d disappoint you too one day.

You sigh and let him go. “I don’t hate you Jaehyun, I just don’t understand you..”

He turns away from you to not show weakness once again. “I wish I understood myself, I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He leaves, slamming the door shut as you sink down into the chair.

[dizscreams]

Moments in Love — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Just you and Ethan on the subway sharing headphones :)

WARNINGS: just fluff! enjoy my dears

You and Ethan were on your way home after a date, but since New York is so crowded you had to take the subway. No taxis would take you so this was the best idea you had! The subway was fine you didn’t mind it, it was just how many people were actually on the subway. But it also made sense, NYC is beautiful but a pain in the ass.

Ethan sat down in a seat then you sat next to him. You put your earbuds in and looked at him. You stared at him with pure admiration. Your favorite thing to do was gush about him to your friends, you just couldn’t help it! He was really pretty, he was smart, he was actually funny to your surprise (except for his dad jokes) , and he was kind, trusting, caring. You could make a whole book about him. If you were being totally honest you didn’t know how he was a virg-

He caught you staring and lightly flicked your head, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What were you looking at?” He asked and laughed at your reaction, you looked away with a tiny smile on your face and fiddled with your hands, “Nothin” you said sheepishly. He quirked an eyebrow at that answer. “Okay, you,” he snorted.

He looked down at you and smiled, then took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. You looked up at him with heart eyes and he looked at you the exact same. He was so perfect and just so special, you didn’t know if you deserved him. But he was yours so you knew you did something right!

“Can I listen with you?”

“Hm?” he pointed to your earbuds, “Can I listen to music with you?”

“Oh, yeah, of course Eth.” You smiled at him before handing him an earbud. He moved a little closer to you and you felt the need to put your head on his shoulder, so you did.

Ethan didn’t know how he got you. You had liked him for a while and he had NO idea. Chad and Tara were the ones that had to do the matchmaking cause he liked you as much as you did him. He was nervous and oblivious you were nervous and oblivious, it was the perfect match. He had never had a real relationship before and you never seemed to have a good one, but you both got lucky and found each other.

He started tapping his fingers on your hand along to the beat, with them still being intertwined and you smiled. It was the little things he did.

After that song played you asked him if he wanted to play one which he happily obliged to. It went like that for a while, you both taking turns playing songs, him thinking about how you two needed to make a playlist together, and your hands still interlocked.

You had both made it to your stop and got off, you were both going back to your dorms which was about a 7 minute walk. He decided he would start a conversation about music and it was probably the best idea he’s ever had. You quickly became interested in the topic and you both had a really good conversation.

“Opinion on September?”

“Doesn’t get any better than that.”

“Good, I was worried I would’ve had to break up with you” he joked and you dramatically put your hand on your heart. “I can’t believe you would think of such a thing” he laughed at you and that made laugh. You don’t know how many times he’s made you listen to ‘Lets groove’ in your time of knowing him, but thought it was adorable.

After you guys talked the whole way there you felt even more in love with him, you didn’t even know that was possible. You couldn’t stop smiling and laughing, he just made you unbelievably happy. To both of your dismay, you had made it to his apartment first. You walked him to his door and kissed his cheek and attempted to walk away before he gently grabbed your hand.

“Do you have to go?”

You thought about it for a minute. Tara would be out and Sam would be at Danny’s and you knew Quinn had a boy over sooo

“Nah I don’t think so” you both smiled brightly before going inside.

[loki-laufeyson223]

Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)

Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)

Word Count: round bout 3k

The Loki version of this story is here!

Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson

The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.

“Hey De?”  “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?”  “Who got into my new creamer?”  “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?”  “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.”  “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?”  “They can’t taste.”  “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”  “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.”  He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?”  “Oh yeah. Crap.”  Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips.  “Bye De.”  “See ya later Sweetheart.”  As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”

Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.”  “Hey Sam. How was the run?”  “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.”  “What’s so bad about that?”  “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.”  “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.”  “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.”  “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment.  “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.”  “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.”  “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.”  “Ok thanks.”  “No problem.”  He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.”  “Eileen talked me into keeping it.”  “Well then thank you Eileen.”  “You’re welcome.”  Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.”  “Hey Sam.”  I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs.  “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”  

Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!”  I called from the garage door.

 I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.”  “Thanks Eileen.”  “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.”  I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.

Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day. 

As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back. 

“Gottcha Baby!”  “Dean, what are you doing?”  I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!”  He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.”  “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.”  He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard. 

Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness.  “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.”  “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.”  “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.”  “What kind of surprise?”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave. 

When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?”  “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.”  “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?”  “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?”  “How do you feel about music?”  “That’s just fine for me.”  I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker. 

Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.”  “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.”  “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.”  “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement. 

The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process.  “Scar, really? Right now?”  “Yes right now. Get up!”  “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.”  “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.”  “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.”  “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.”  He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible. 

The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.

Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are just meant to be 

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach. 

That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”

I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts. 

Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.  

Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way. 

When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.”  He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.”  A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls. 

My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”  

Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.

“Dean, I need you now.”  The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust. 

Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.”  He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan. 

Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up. 

With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?”  “Mhm.”  Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”

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[desmorotu]

vincent’s playlist 🫧 (a glimpse)

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☆ as the world falls down - david bowie (at the Summit, if Lovely was revealed to Vincent instead of greeting guests with him, this would have been the song that played while they made their way to him. just like in the Labyrinth, this song gives that mystical, romantic feel. he’d stare in awe, mouth agape until he swallows thickly or until Sam comes up to close it for him LMAO. he’d chuckle in disbelief, looking deeply into their eyes with his kohl-lined ones and stuttering his words. he’d lick his glossy lips and trace his gaze down. “ex-fucking-scuse me? you look incredible, Lovely.”)

☆ square hammer - ghost (loves the intro, the lyric cadence, the sound of papa’s voice, and especially the thought of seeing it live. he was more of a rocker kind of guy growing up, always adorning band tees and silver chains of some kind. the year he was turned, in fact, was when he was the most into the style part of the subculture. after he turned he had decided to keep most of his piercings, including his triple lobe, helix, eyebrow, and nose ones. he fears that taking them out will heal them immediately because of his power, even if he knows it’s not technically true. he keeps this kind of music near and dear to his heart.)

☆ lovesong - the cure (loves driving to this song. whether it’s sunshine, rain, clear skies or cloudy, this song has to play at least once. he puts on his sunglasses and bobs his head to the beat, glancing over at Lovely often and smiling to himself when they’re doing the same. he plays it when they’re at home doing chores too, having a mini dance party for themselves. they go out to goth clubs often for the same atmosphere and to get new songs on their lists.)

☆ kiss me until my lips fall off - lebanon hanover (loves the bass. he sways his whole body if he chooses to dance, raising his hands above his head and “plucking cobwebs.” he likes reciting the lyrics to Lovely as a silly way to ask for kisses. loves the drums and the deep tone of the vocals, humming it to himself even if he’s not much of a singer.)

(suggestive/sexual annotation below)

☆ not my type: dead as fuck 2 - motionless in white (“she loves me ‘cause i like to give head like a zombie—eat! eat! eat!—‘til her insides are on me” …those lyrics low key [high key] turn him on and they burn a fiery heat into his chest. as a man with an oral fixation on both the giving and receiving end, the thought of his lover being so desperate to have their mouth on him sends his thoughts into a carnal frenzy. simultaneously, the lyrics make him want to grab Lovely, throw them on any flat surface, and let the lyrics speak for themselves. he always has his mouth on them, whether he’s kissing their neck + shoulders, back, hands, arms, chest, stomach, thighs—anywhere they’ll allow him, really. there’s rarely a time where Lovely doesn’t have hickeys, but it’s not always in a sexual light. he just likes to have his mouth on them.)

☆ dive in - pierce the veil (this song strikes a chord in his heart for a reason he can’t explain; perhaps it’s the piano mixed in with the intense guitar and drums? perhaps it’s because the song goes too fast for him to focus on his thoughts? he plays this in his headphones on full blast when he needs to pay attention to anything other than his mind. his favorite part is the octave jump and the beat drop near the end!)

☆ props and mayhem - pierce the veil (he doesn’t branch out too much when it comes to music, so a lot of his playlist is just ptv. he loves the lyrics and finds solace in them, despite how vic fuentes probably does not understand that he wrote lyrics relatable to a vampire and his supernatural culture. the song strangely reminds him of his last few years as a human. when this song plays, he thinks about the stranger from the Surge line. he hopes they’re peaceful.)

(slightly suggestive annotation below)

☆ god complex - violent vira (when he listens to this song, his movements instinctively get more sensual and calculated. it’s not intentional, but the slow feeling of the music brings him to be a more captivating “predator.” sultry eyes, wet lips, and smooth touches often bring Lovely to a state of “aroused confusion,” as they call it. it’s like a switch; as soon as the song’s off, he goes back to normal. in most cases, however, the song ends long before Lovely is done with him. if vincent had a sex playlist, he’d think of adding this song.)

☆ love gun - kiss (SAM SHOWED HIM THIS SONG!! he absolutely loves the sick ass bass line and the cool lyrics. he agrees with sam’s sentiments that paul stanley’s voice is one of the best in rock history. he feels cool as fuck when this song comes on—especially when he’s driving. he drums on the steering wheel and taps his free foot in the floorboard. when he’s able to dance, you bet he most certainly will. he wishes he pursued his talent on the guitar, but he unfortunately no longer practices.)

☆ rosemary - deftones (“TIIIIIME SHIFT.” he loves the build up, the guitar, the seeming desperation in the vocals, and the overall tone of the song. he has to bite his knuckles to shut down the feeling that this song gives him. he breaks out in goosebumps and he loves how full and warm the sound is, especially when listening with headphones. he doesn’t really like how long it is, but it’s a personal preference that he excuses for the “dope ass vibes,” as Lovely likes to say.”

refer to vincent’s playlist cover at the bottom :)

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vincent is honestly the inspiration behind the song association in general, but asher’s song happened to come on while casually listening and i couldn’t help but make his post then and there. this one stays in the same kind of realm of music for the most part; i feel like vincent isn’t a super musical person anymore but he used to really enjoy it and is trying to get back into it. these are just my opinions! in my mind, vincent is on the goth side of things with a mix of a bunch of different musical subcultures thrown in. if you want more, lmk :3 (i will make them anyways, but if you desire a specific character then you need only ask!) @morgansplace

i wanna write mini fics but UGHHH i don’t think my writing is good enough smh. maybe i’ll do it anyways at some point.

k bye 💟

[moonheavens]

thank you for the tag sweet @tortoisebore the genius to my boy

so I do have a liked songs playlist but I need to go through bcs there's a lot of shit in there so these are from my spring 23 playlist but here's 10 songs I love rn!!

Dexter Hall by Zach Adkins - just plain and pure gut-punch-sad you know? just. ouch Between Me and You by Brandon Flowers - I love Brandon's voice sm (&I don't always love all of his The Killers stuff) and this song. like a warm blanket Babylon by David Gray - a classic!!! on my birthday we went to the pub and there was a musician doing covers and he played this and I just completely rediscovered my love for it Name by the Goo Goo Dolls - oh fuck I love this song. one of those where you just have to pause what you're doing and sit and listen to the lyrics and the vibe White Teeth by Ryan Beatty - Ryan's new album is gorgeous and this song is everything. headphones aren't enough I need to SWALLOW it No Complaints by Noah Kahan - this song goes so hard. like, the lyricism and symbolism, fuck. also I got tickets to see him live soon and I've been rejoicing!!! The Alcott (feat. Taylor Swift) by The National - I love Taylor Swift. I love The National. put them together and you've got MAGIC every damn time. this song is everything I want to drink it through a straw Save My Life by Niall Horan - fun fact Niall is my favourite artist in the whole wide world like that's my babygirl. my #1. I have a whole history with this man like don't even ask me how many times I've met him & seen him live. but. I love him and his new album is amazing Chemtrails by Lizzy McAlpine - listen I know this song is so painful and raw, okay. I know. do I still listen to it on repeat sometimes bcs it's so hauntingly beautiful? yes. do I still cry after 2983 times? also yes. You're Not The Only One by Sam Fender - I have been on a Sam Fender bender (haha) recently he's so gooooood like. he just gets me.

not tagging anyone bcs I have like 5 mutuals and they've all done it already so <3 ily all

[scuddle-bubble101]

*CJ comes and gently knocks on Crimson's door,* Hey, Crimson. It's CJ, aka Sam to some. I heard...um I don't know how you are with new people, so I'll remain a few feet away so I don't scare you. I brought a weighted blanket, some plushies, some snacks, and ice cream... and Headphones and a playlist to help sooth your soul and mind. So-I recommend playing on shuffle, but I'm going to press play, and I'm here for comfort hugs if needed, okay? You're not alone. *presses play* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEdm5GoN4DY&list=PLaT-em5p9IsMj4Rw3mmF95SvQ6LWDcgiK

"T-that's f-fine...I-I'm ok..."

*No your not Coraline

[this-is-spn20]

Day 20 of Christmas: Have an Ugly Sweater Party!

A/N: Wow guys. I made it to 20 days! Only 5 more to go now! I cannot believe how much progress I've made as a writer and I have to say that I'm very proud to be doing this event. I’m proud to share my stories with many talented writers and creators on here! I might be a small blog. But I create what I love. That’ll never stop. I’m thankful for everyone who gives their time to me and my blog. It means so much to me. Thank you for letting me into your homes. Happy holidays yall! Stay safe!

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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You guys had gotten up at about 5:30 am, getting into your car, you knew the drive back could be challenging, but you’d all agreed to keep the same routine. You’d all be driving for about 5 hours each, and the two other people would be napping, then finally switch again. Doing this saved you guys a bunch of time. Only stopping when really needed to use the bathroom or if you all got hungry. Before leaving the city, you stopped off one last time at your little cafe place and ordered coffee and a big breakfast. Finally, you gassed up the car once more and began leaving the city. You would be the first to drive this morning. The boys both put on their own headphones as you put on your own playlist and played it moderately loud. To get you pumped up for your long drive head. As the city got smaller and smaller, your good mood was slowly disappearing. Not even a twitch as new songs blasted through the speakers. The boys fell asleep to their own music in their ears, you were free to shed a few tears. Quickly you wiped them and continued on. 

Five hours later, and you were starting to crash, you figured you could stop off at the next gas exit and top off the gas tank, wake up one of the boys, and get some snacks from the gas station store. The next exit finally came up and as you stopped at the end of the off-ramp waiting for the light to turn green, Dean woke in the passenger seat, feeling the car stop moving. You told him you would use the bathroom and get some snacks and gas and then switch with him. You pulled up next to the pump and woke Sam gently telling him it was best to use the bathroom now rather than later. With that, he got up and out of the car and walked inside the station with you and Dean. You used the bathroom first and tried to get your exhausted brain to function while washing your hands. After they dried, you met the boys out in the store and got whatever snacks and drinks you wanted, paid for them and the gas, and Dean pumped the gas while you settled into the back seat and Sam in the passenger seat. Once Dean hopped back in the car, you got out your headphones and put on your music. After you ate some of your snacks you finally let yourself relax and dozed off into a peaceful nap. 

When you woke up again, you had no idea how close you were to the bunker. All you knew was that Sam was driving and it was starting to get dark outside. Dean was asleep in the front seat. Meaning they switched without waking you up somehow. Which you thought was sweet. Sam softly spoke to you, saying he’d been driving for a good three hours. You simply nodded to him and told him to say when he needed to switch. He nodded once in understanding and put his focus back on the road. By the time you and Sam switched, Dean had woken up and you were finally back in Kansas with about 4 or so more hours to go. Sam pulled into the next gas station exit and you all used the bathroom once again. After you filled the gas tank back up again, you had gotten into the driver seat and put on your music once again, Sam settled into the back seat, and Dean stayed up, having slept for most of Sam’s driving. You and Dean spoke softly to each other so as to not disturb Sam. Sam had a small smile on his face as he drifted off. You and Dean fell into a comfortable silence a while ago and you’d turned up your music a bit without disturbing Sam. You appreciated the time on the road with both of them. When they weren’t sleeping, of course, you’d giggle and laugh at their antics toward one another. With you finally pulling up to the bunker a while later, you’d put the car in park and breathed a sigh of relief. You opened the trunk and the boy got out and started getting everything out. Sam handed your bag to you and you dug through it for the bunker keys. Once you found them you walked inside to a toasty warm bunker. Yep, it was a good call to leave the heater on while you all had left.

You’d all talked for a bit about how you all liked the trip and your favorite moments. After a while, you’d all split up and went to your own rooms. You threw your duffel bag on the bed and plopped down with a big sigh. You were glad to be back in your bed after a long day of driving. You were sure you’d be out like a light but you were surprisingly energized. You figured it was from all those naps during the day. Oh well, guess you wouldn’t be sleeping most of the night. You’d wondered if Sam and Dean were awake too. Just as you pondered walking to their rooms, you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened your door only to see Dean standing in the doorway with a half-smirk on his face. 

“Hey Y/n, I was wondering if you were up. Now that I know you are, I’m going crazy here, I can’t sleep.” Dean half laughed and looked a little nervous, gauging your reaction.

“Honestly I was about to come and see if you and Sam were still awake. I have a little idea for us.” You gave your own smirk as you led Dean to Sam’s door. You knocked and waited for an answer. When Sam opened up he gave a little chuckle and spoke before you could, “I guess we all can’t sleep.” You chuckled and shook your head. You then told the boys to put on their ugliest Christmas sweaters they had, cause tonight was gonna be a karaoke party. 

The boys both groaned at the thought of an ugly (and most likely itchy) Christmas sweater. But you begged the boys and tried your hardest to give some serious puppy dog eyes. They gave in surprisingly quickly and they rushed back to their rooms to change. 

Honestly, It was another sleepless, but fun night. The first song, Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, is sung by Dean. Which he butchered. Badly, but you and sam were having a good time seeing Dean let loose. Sam is a bit shyer and tame chose Out of the Black by Royal Blood. You loved the song and ran up to him to share the mic with him. After that song was over, you quickly chose Rollin’ Stone by Kyle Lux, being one of your favorites right now and you got a little bold when you saw Sam and Dean both nodding their heads to the beat of the song. After all three of you got tired of singing, you grabbed the closest booze you could find While Dean quickly put on some heavy rock music. You all got damn there piss drunk while belting out every genre of music you could think of. After finally passing out with the bass still booming in your ears, you were finally out like a light. Sure, you’d feel horrible when you woke up, but mand was it so worth it. 

(If you all kept going to sleep at like 5 am it was gonna be the death of you.)

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[pechefarm]

Buttercup Baby Ch 6

Pairing: Sam/Male Farmer OC

Rating: T for Teen

Word Count: 5,136

A/N: FIRST: There is some discussion of war violence, and I want to give you a heads up that it's in this chapter. It's not super graphic, but it's there,

The cake discussed in this book can be replicated by following this recipe! Yay!

And lastly I don't want to hear any Rent fans telling me that it's "Christmas Day" not "New Year's Day" I went with the lyrics from the movie, so apologies.

Anyway enjoy!!!

You can find it on ao3 here

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It was time to water his plants, but Léo was still lying in bed, eyes closed shut. He was wearing his headphones, music turned nearly all the way up.

Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are

Léo let out a shuddering breath. Today was the worst day of the year. Of every year. And the funny thing was, it used to be the best day ever. Léo used to love his day, used to love everything about it. It was a day to celebrate after all. But it was tainted now.

As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up, when September ends

He squeezed his eyes shut, listening to his brother’s favorite band, music blaring into his ears. Léo had been doing this every year since 2015 on this day. He would find his brother’s favorite songs, or songs that Léo believed he would like, and would play them at full volume until he didn’t feel like dying anymore. 

He was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed. Someone was texting him, and he really didn’t want to stop listening to the music to see who it was. His phone buzzed again, and he finally picked it up, looking to see who so desperately needed to be in contact with him. Léo’s heart jumped into his throat when he saw that it was Henri. He had sent a picture of him, Léo, Elfie, and Léo’s twin brother José. Henri and Léo were flashing matching peace signs, and José had his arm around a blushing Elfie’s waist. Henri had sent a second text accompanying it.

Living with my bitches #live

Léo couldn’t help it, he laughed out loud. His bitter mood began to fade as he sat up, trying to think of the perfect response.

Where did you even get this pic from?

Honestly, Léo didn’t even remember this picture being taken. It looked like it was from their trip to the Rosario Islands. Léo smiled as he thought about that trip. The four of them had been so happy hanging out together. José and Elfie had entered their 3rd year of being together during this trip, and Henri had been teasing them about when they would finally get married. José had teased Henri right back, asking when he and Léo would finally get together. Léo felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes, and he tried to push that part of the memory out of his mind. Luckily another message came in.

It’s from 2013 during our spring break trip. Remember that?

Léo snorted. How could he forget? This was the trip when Léo realized he had a crush on Henri, who he had met the previous year. He smiled and scrolled up to the picture again. Four 19 year old idiots on the spring break trip of their life.

Of course! That trip was a blast. Nice Chainsmokers ref

Henri responded not even two seconds later.

I remember José used to love that damn song. Even though it was nothing like the emo stuff he usually listened to. Oh, also before I forget…

Léo waited with bated breath, wondering what Henri wanted to tell him. A few moments later a link was sent to him, leading to a play list called ‘José’s Playlist.’

Did you make a playlist for him????

If Henri took the time to make a playlist for his brother for today…maybe he still cared? Léo didn’t dare hope that Henri actually wanted to be in his life, but this was so personal, so intimate. 

Well yeah I figured you’d need it today

Léo smiled at his phone and then sighed. What was he doing? Henri was being a friend, that was it. They weren’t together, they were over. Henri had ditched his sorry ass, and they were over. But what if…?

He jumped as his phone rang. It was Elfie. He quickly took the call, and he and Elfie discussed today, a day that was hard for both of them. Léo considered telling her that Henri had sent him that playlist, and that she should listen to it. But he could just hear her sighing deeply and telling him that he needed to not be texting his ex, especially when he was feeling vulnerable.

Full of a new vigor, Léo got up, threw his farm clothes on and got to work. But this time, he put his headphones on and listened to the playlist that Henri had made. It was mostly Green Day, which made sense. José had been obsessed with them. The occasional Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco song were sprinkled in. The playlist ended with #Selfie which made Léo chuckle. For some reason, his brother had heard that song and had become obsessed with it. 

When he finally finished up, Léo got ready to head into town. What he really wanted to go do was head to the beach and relax. It had been way too long since he had been down there, and it would be nice to watch the waves roll in. He had tossed on some shorts and a loose tank top. He wondered if there would be anyone down on the beach this afternoon. 

Léo passed a few people as he walked down to the beach. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Caroline’s flirtatious greeting. She was always doing this, much to the chagrin of Abigail. He was used to it by now, and Pierre seemed completely oblivious to it.

“I don’t get it, she knows you’re gay!” Abigail said, exasperated.

“Maybe she’s doing what I do when I see a hot straight boy,” Léo said. Abigail gave him a curious look, and Léo elaborated. “Cross my heart and hope he’s bi.”

Abigail burst out laughing, and the mood had lightened considerably.

When Léo finally reached the beach, he noticed he wasn’t alone. Sam was sitting on a beach towel and watching Vincent build a giant sand castle. Vincent was consumed in his project, and Sam had a fond look on his face. Léo approached, and Sam looked up.

“Hey Léo! Nice day, isn’t it?” Sam said, and patted a spot on the towel. There was room for two, so Léo sat down.

“Yeah, it really is,” Léo said, and watched Vincent pick up a stick and some seaweed, making a flag for the top of the castle.

“I’m just keeping an eye on my little brother,” Sam said. “It’s good for him to get some fresh air on a day like this.”

“Oh for sure,” Léo said. “It’s getting warmer too, so the beach is the perfect spot to head to.” They watched the waves in silence, and Léo noticed Sam scoot a little closer. Léo moved his hand closer to

Sam’s and leaned in his direction. Sam smiled softly.

“Our dad used to take us to the beach on sunny days like this,” Sam said, looking off into the distance. There was a smile on his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“That must’ve been amazing. What is he like?” Léo asked. Before Sam could respond, the sound of someone running on the sand make the two men look up. Vincent was standing there, a nervous look on his face. He looked up at his brother and took a deep breath.

“Sam…? Is dad ever going to come home?”

Sam’s eyebrows flew up into his hair, and Léo felt his throat begin to close up.

“Mami?” Léo asked, pacing around his dorm room, phone to his ear. “When is José coming back again?”

“I don’t know,” his mother said with a sigh. “He hasn’t written in a while.”

Léo tried to shake himself out of his memories, and watched as Sam got down on one knee, placing his hands on Vincent’s shoulders.

“Of course Vince,” Sam said, clearly trying to keep his voice steady. “Dad’s going to come back as soon as he possibly can.”

“But I heard some grow ups saying that…” Vincent choked back a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued, “That all our troops are getting shot to pieces.”

“They identified the body as his,” Léo’s father said, arms wrapped around his sobbing son. “It was…difficult, but he’s…he’s…”

Léo clutched the beach towel tightly and tried to focus on his breathing. He was here to relax, not to have a panic attack. Who the hell was saying this stuff around an 8 year old? A child whose father was in the war? If Léo ever found out, those people would get their noses bloodied. Sam visibly tensed, eyes going wide. 

“Don’t believe everything you hear!” Sam said quickly. Vincent didn’t look convinced, and Sam arranged his face into something more neutral.

“Don’t you remember how strong Dad is? He’d never let a pathetic Gotoro grunt get him like that! Don’t you worry!”

“…stepped on a landmine…blown to pieces. If it wasn’t for his dog tags and a blood test, the body wouldn’t have been identified…”

“And always remember that Mom and I are here to play with you if you ever feel lonely.” Sam enveloped his brother into a hug, and Vincent smiled at him.

“Okay!” he said, his mood significantly improved. He ran back to his sandcastle, and Sam stared at him, his face crumpling.

“To be honest, I have no idea if my old man will come back…we’ve all read the reports. Our soldiers are falling by the thousands.”

“Right,” Léo said, trying to steady himself. If he focused on Sam, focused on having a normal conversation, maybe he could shake himself out of this.

“But what am I going to say to Vincent?” Sam asked, running a hand through his hair.

“You did the right thing,” Léo said, looking at Vincent. He seemed happy, putting the little flag he made on top of the castle. “Kids should have hope.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, breathing out heavily. “Kids should play and have fun while they still can.” He turned and looked at Léo. He frowned, looking down at how tightly Léo was gripping the towel.

“Hey, did I tell you the band’s starting to come together?” Sam said, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from the war. Léo smiled gratefully at him.

“Oh yeah?” Léo said. 

“Yeah!” Sam said happily. “It turns out Abigail’s a pretty good drummer. And Sebastian seemed to really want her in the band…if it wasn’t for his totally obvious crush on Elfie, I bet they’d get together.”

“Y-yeah,” Léo said, trying to be a good participant in the conversation. Clearly it wasn’t working.

“You okay?” Sam asked. Léo felt all his feelings well up, and before he could stop himself, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Embarrassed, he pulled his knees up and hid his face. 

“Léo?” Sam said in an alarmed voice. Léo let out a sob as a response.

“Hey, whoa whoa whoa,” Sam said softly. “Come here,”

Léo peeked at Sam, and noticed how concerned his friend was. He sat up, and suddenly felt Sam’s arms around him. He wrapped his arms around Sam and held onto him for dear life. His friend gently rubbed his back, whispering “it’s okay,” into his ear over and over again.

“It’s going to be okay Buttercup, I promise,” Sam said gently, and softly kissed the side of Léo’s head. Surprised, Léo looked up at Sam, who looked shocked at his own actions.

“I guess…I guess I should explain,” Léo said.

“You don’t have to,” Sam said, and took Léo’s face in his hands, wiping away his tears with his thumbs. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”

Léo was speechless, and knew his face was flaming. He cleared his throat, and Sam’s hands dropped away. Léo suddenly felt the loss of Sam’s warm hands, and found himself missing their touch.

“I want to,” Léo said, and Sam nodded. Closing his eyes, Léo took a deep breath. “It’s my birthday today,” he said. “And also my twin brother’s birthday. He’s…not with us anymore. Today is…it sucks.” Sam seemed to understand that Léo had more to say, and waited patiently. “He was drafted at 18, but never had to actually go into Gotoro territory. He would come back at least once a year. But our soldiers keep falling, and soon they had to take people directly to the fight who weren’t front line soldiers. My brother was chosen and…he stepped on a land mine.”

Léo heard Sam suck in a breath. He sighed. “There was barely enough of him to identify him, he was…he was blown to pieces. They found his dog tags and took a blood sample from…from what they found, and ID’d him that way.”

“Léo that’s…that’s awful,” Sam said, and put his hand on top of Léo’s in a comforting gesture. 

“Yep,” Léo said. “It was 8 years ago, almost 9, but still. I’m not even close to being over it. I haven’t been able to celebrate my birthday without feeling guilty. Guilty that I get to celebrate being another year older while he…he’ll never get past 20. You know…he used to date Elfie.”

“Really?” Sam asked, shocked.

“Yeah, and I was so pissed at first. My brother was hot. We were fraternal twins and he got the best genes. People would pretend to be my friend just to get a shot at flirting with him.”

“That’s shitty,” Sam said.

“Yeah it was. Turned out Elfie wasn’t even interested in him at first. José made the first move,” Léo said with a small smile. “They were still in high school when they got together. Today is hard for her too. She hasn’t dated since then, which is why I’m happy that…well you know.”

“That she might be into Seb?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Léo said. “I’m glad to see her learning to love again.”

“Well,” Sam said after a moment, “I think you need a distraction today,”

“You think?” Léo said with a chuckle.

“I have the perfect one too!” Sam said happily. “Have you ever played Solarian Chronicles?”

“Yeah, but it was a long time ago,” Léo said. “I remember my character though.”

“Ooo!” Sam said excitedly. “Tell me about them!”

“Well,” Léo said “He’s a Lizardfolk Wizard named--”

“You’re a lizard wizard!” Sam burst out excitedly. Léo rolled his eyes, but Sam looked adorable in his pure joy at this new information.

“I guess,” Léo said. “Anyway, his name is Caesin and he’s pretty awesome.”

“I bet!” Sam said. “Mine is a Tabaxi named Mimi. Well, Nekomimi Mimi is her full name,” Sam amended. Léo choked on air.

“Why is that her name?” he asked.

“Abigail was trying to tease me by calling me “Nekomimi” so I wore it as a badge of honor and named my lovely cat girl Nekomimi Mimi. She’s a Rouge.”

“Nice,” Léo said. 

“Well, Abby, Seb, and I are going to have a Solarian Chronicles night! We were going to start a new campaign, you could definitely jump in.”

“I…” Léo wasn’t sure, but the hopeful look in Sam’s eyes made up Léo’s mind for him. “Yeah, that sounds great!”

“We’re starting at 5 at my place,” Sam said. “You better be there!”

“I will!” Léo said, and the two grinned at each other. After a bit, Léo bid Sam and Vincent farewell, and went home to change. After a long consultation with Gordito, Léo went with the Solarian Chronicles t-shirt he forgot he had. It was black with a cat playing with a D20 that said “Dungeon Meowster” on it.

Léo’s parents called to sing him happy birthday over the phone, and a few people sent him birthday wishes. The day had started off terribly, but all Léo had to do was remember how sweet Sam had been on the beach, and his mood brightened. 

Finally the time came to head over to Sam’s. He hoped that Abigail and Sebastian wouldn’t mind that he was coming over. Léo was sure they’d be fine with it, but he couldn’t help but worry that this was a special thing the three of them did together.

All his doubts flew away when he entered Sam’s room and was immediately tackled by Abigail.

“Léo!” she said happily.

“Abby quit it,” Sebastian said, shaking his head. “You’re gonna scare him off if you grab him like that.”

“Nah, you weirdos have me hooked,” Léo said, and the three of them laughed. He couldn’t help but notice that Sam wasn’t there. 

“Where’s Sam?” Léo finally asked.

“In the kitchen,” Abigail said. “He’s grabbing snacks. Can you go check on him?”

“Yeah he’s been gone forever,” Sebastian said with a sigh.

“Seb gets cranky if he doesn’t have his daily meal of cheeto puffs and JoJa Cola,” Abigail said, causing Sebastian to scoff, but Léo knew he wasn’t really mad.

“I’ll go check on our favorite 80’s mullet,” Léo said, and walked towards the kitchen. He was plenty used to coming in and going straight to Sam’s room without greeting anyone else, but it always felt strange to do so. Jodi and Vincent hadn’t been in the living room when Léo arrived, and he had decided against poking around looking for them. But the house felt oddly quiet as he made his way through it, and he wondered where they were. He rounded the corner and jumped in surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday!”

Léo stared at the bundt cake in front of him, with a candle shaped like a 2 and a candle shaped like a 9 stuck in it. Sam was holding the cake and Jodi and Vincent stood on either side of him, beaming at Léo.

“Sam!” Léo said, feeling slightly choked up. “You guys made me a cake?”

“Sam did,” Jodi said quickly. “All by himself! He found a recipe for Colombian black cake and insisted on making it for you.”

“I put the candles in!” Vincent piped up and Léo smiled at him.

“The most important part,” he said, and Vincent giggled. “Sam I…wow. Thank you. This means so much,”

“You deserve a good birthday,” Sam said firmly. “No matter what you might think…you should have a day to celebrate all the great reasons for being alive. And…and you shouldn’t feel--”

Léo swooped forward and kissed his cheek before his friend could continue, and Sam almost dropped the cake.

“Thank you,” Léo said, and Jodi had a wide smile on her face as she lit the two candles.

“I’ll get Abby and ‘Bastian!” Vincent said happily, and rushed off.

Soon Abigail and Sebastian arrived, and everyone was singing to Léo. His heart felt full for the first time in years. The people he loved most in this town had banded together to make sure that he had a great birthday. They were all here, celebrating him.

“Alright, make a wish and blow out your candles!”

I wish for more birthdays with Sam

Léo blew his candles out, slightly surprised by the wording that popped into his head for his wish. He had meant that he wanted another birthday like this one, but maybe that could only be true with Sam. Well, he certainly wouldn’t complain if Sam showed up to his future birthday parties.

Everyone tried the cake, but Vincent was unsure.

“Prunes?” Vincent said cautiously, and poked his slice gingerly with his fork.

“Try it, you’ll like it,” Léo said and nodded encouragingly. It wasn’t the most kid friendly cake in the entire world, but he was sure Vincent would like it at least a little bit. The small boy took a tentative bite, and made a funny face.

“That’s not chocolate,” he said.

“That’s ‘cause it’s not a chocolate cake,” Sam said.

“But it looks like one!” Vincent said, taking a full bite.

“That’ll be the burnt sugar,” Léo said. “But sometimes people cheat and put chocolate in to make it darker. Oh! You guys should let the cake sit out for at least 3 days,” he said. Everyone stared at him, and Léo blushed.

“My mom always wrapped in in plastic wrap and tin foil for 3 days, sometimes 5, before we served it. It lets the flavors really bloom.”

“Ah. Yeah I took a few short cuts,” Sam admitted. “I hope it’s still good though!”

“It’s wonderful,” Léo said.

Once everyone was done with their cake, the four young adults parted from the group and headed to play Solarian Chronicles.

“I got a new shirt!” Sam said happily as Léo closed the door. “Check it out!”

He was holding out a cream colored shirt with colorful dice on it. Above the dice was written “I love SC” And underneath was “Selling Crack”

“Nice,” Abigail said giving him the thumbs up. Léo snorted, and Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Where are you going to wear that?” he asked. “Your mom would kill you if she saw you wearing it.”

“In here!” Sam said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it, smacking Léo in the face.

“Hey!” Léo said, taking the shirt off his face. 

“Whoops,” Sam said apologetically. He was wearing the shirt, and looked very proud of it. Sam truly was the most ridiculous person Léo had ever met.

“Alright, let’s get to it,” Sebastian said, clapping his hands together. “Sam says you’ve played it before?”

“A while ago,” Léo said as Abigail set out a map on the floor, and retrieved some dice and figurines.

“Well I can refresh your memory,” Sebastian said, and for the first time ever, he actually sounded a bit giddy. Clearly this was something he truly enjoyed. 

“Basically, these cards here are all the campaigns we can run,” Sebastian said, holding up a small box. He opened it up and took out a few cards along with some small booklets. “These books go each with card. There’s a structured story, but it’s choose your own adventure style. The booklet will tell you what happens if you roll high or low, and sometimes you get lines of dialog. Usually we make that up ourselves,” Sebastian said with a grin. “Instead of just saying stuff like ‘you rolled a 1, you don’t get to pass’ we’ll have the troll say something. Whoever is DMing gets to choose the script.”

“And I’m DM tonight!” Abigail cheered. 

“This should be a blast!” Léo said happily. He introduced everyone to his Lizardfolk character, and everyone introduced him to theirs. Sam was a Tabaxi named Mimi, Abigial was a Gnome named Breena, and Sebastian was a Tiefling named Iados. After arranging all of their figurines on the map, a card was drawn and they began.

The game was a lot more fun than Léo remembered, and enjoyed himself immensely. Sam was absolutely ridiculous the whole time, flirting his way through every encounter. Abigail had to stifle giggles, and Sebastian would grumble, trying to keep them all on track. Sam also liked to greet all the Tabaxi NPCs, insisting they were his family and that it was very important that he speak to them all.

“Okay let’s see…” Abigail said, turning the page. “We’re at the docks where there are a lot of Lizardfolk workers, and we need to convince someone to sneak us aboard the ship going to Selduria. Who do we question first?”

“Well who’s around?” Sebastian asked.

“Looks like there are a few guards, two female dock workers, and a male dock worker, all Lizardfolk. There is also a Tabaxi standing in the shadows with a cloak on.”

“It’s my dad!” Sam said. “We need to go talk to him.”

“The Tabaxi isn’t your dad,” Sebastian said with a sigh. “And I disagree. Caesin should talk to the Lizardfolk. They’ll probably like him more. Abby, does it say anything about them preferring to talk to Lizardfolk?”

“Yeah,” Abigail said. “There’s a charisma boost.”

“Okay, so let’s talk to them.”

“But I want to talk to my dad,” Sam whined. “Or maybe he’s not my dad. I’ll strut my stuff over there and flirt with him. Then he’ll tell us what we need to do.”

“Sam…” Sebastian said, sounding exhausted. “That’s so dumb.”

“Why don’t you flip a coin?” Léo suggested. “We’ll go with the choice of whoever wins.”

After a few seconds of searching, Abigail found a quarter.

“Call it,” she said

“Heads!” Sam shouted.

Abigail flipped the coin. There was a tense moment before Sebastian groaned and Sam cheered.

“Time to turn on the charm,” Sam said. “Okay, I approach the Tabaxi, a sultry look in my eye. I say ‘Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’”

“Roll for charisma,” Abigail said.

“Oh fuck,” Sam said, and Sebastian laughed.

“You got a 1?” Abigail said. She quickly looked at the book. “The Tabaxi says ‘It’s a knife, and I’m willing to kill you with it if you don’t leave me alone.’ Do you keep talking or try someone else?”

“Try someone else,” Sam said moodily, and they went back to the dockworkers. Sebastian began to question the workers, and Léo found himself looking at Sam’s guitars. He sighed, and didn’t realize how loud of a noise he had made until Abigail asked if he was okay.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I just wish I had brought my guitar from home. I couldn’t bring a whole lot on the bus with me here so I left my guitars with Elfie.”

“You can play one of mine anytime you want,” Sam said.

“How about now?” Sebastian asked. Everyone turned and looked at him. “What?” he said. “The game can wait.”

“Did you just say that the game can wait?” Sam asked, sounding shocked. “You must really want to hear him play.”

“I guess I could,” Léo said. “But these are all electric, they’ll be super loud for how late it is…hm. Wait!” he said suddenly. “What if we turn on some music and I sing for you? I promised Sam I would.”

“Good idea,” Abigail said. “Can I pick?”

“Don’t let her,” Sebastian said. “The last time I let her pick I was stuck singing that Avril Lavigne song, Girlfriend.”

Léo cackled and he and Abigail high fived. “That’s amazing.”

“It wasn’t,” Sebastian said.

“You did really well! It only got weird when your mom and Demetrius came into the Saloon when you were singing about how you can ‘do it better,’”

“Yeah and that sucked!” Sebastian said, annoyed.

“Do you like the musical Rent?” Abigail suddenly asked, pulling Sam’s laptop in front of her. “Sam, put in your password.”

“Are you even gay if you don’t know every word to Seasons of Love?” Léo said as Sam typed away.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Abigail said. “You should sing Out Tonight.”

“Oh shit yeah! That’s a good one!”

They quickly found a karoke version of the song, and Léo prepared himself. He grinned when he heard the opening guitar and began. His friends seemed surprised that he was able to hit every single note, and Léo felt a surge of pride.

“Let's go out tonight! I have to go out tonight! You wanna play? Let's run away, we won't be back before it's New Year’s day! Take me out tonight…” Léo looked directly at Sam before saying, in a very breathy tone “Meow,”

Sam turned pink as Léo continued the song. The ending lines were sung in a sensual voice, and he noticed Sam looking at the floor as though it was the most interesting thing in the entire world.

When he finally finished, everyone clapped and cheered.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that!” Abigail said. “Wow, you really could be in a Broadway play! Or a band! Oh my God you could be our vocalist!”

“Hey, that’s my job!” Sam said. “You can’t take that from me.”

“You can still be lead guitar,” Sebastian said, and Sam groaned.

“Not you too!”

“How about I join you guys for practice sometimes, but I’m not the official singer. And when you guys land some gigs, I’ll cheer you on.” Léo said. “Everyone wins, yeah?”

“That works,” Sam said. “Practice will be fun with you singing with us.”

“Thought you didn’t want him to be the singer,” Sebastian teased.

“He can sing with us! I just don’t want to be replaced!” Sam said, giving his signature pout.

“Nobody could ever replace your annoying ass,” Sebastian said, smacking Sam on the back. “You’re a rare kind of stupid that we’d never be able to find.”

“Yeah, you’re like a puppy,” Léo said, ruffling Sam’s hair. “A little golden retriever. You’ve got brains, but you’re still silly.”

“And cute?” Sam said. Léo knew he was joking, but decided to play along anyway.

“Very cute,” Léo said. “Maybe I should start teaching you tricks.”

“Ugh, make out already!” Abigail said, exasperated, and Léo burst out into laughter. Sam’s face was on fire, and Sebastian was wearing a rare grin.

“You guys as a couple would be--”

“Speaking of couples!” Sam interrupted, “Seb, you should ask Elfie to the Flower Dance!”

“Wait, what?” Sebastian asked, face paling. “It’s on a Wednesday, she’s probably busy. So uh, no I won’t.”

“You’ll never know unless you try,” Léo pointed out. “I’m sure she’d say yes. She really liked hanging out with you before. And I know you guys talk.”

“We don’t talk that much,” Sebastian grumbled.

“Oh yeah? Well Elfie told me you guys talked on the phone yesterday.” Sebastian froze, and Abigail and Sam let out matching ‘ooo’ sounds.

“She told you that?” Sebastian said. “What else did she say?”

“Nothing? Should she have?” Léo asked curiously. 

“Were you getting freaky on the phone?” Abigail teased, and Sebastian grabbed his figurine and chucked it at her.

“No,” he said, glaring. “I just wanted to know what she said, that’s all.”

“All good things,” Léo promised. “But I agree with Sam, you should ask her! She owns the damn shop, so I think she can leave the store to one of her employees for a day,” he said. “It’d be great to show her around a little more. Think about it, okay?”

“Yeah whatever,” Sebastian said. “I’ll think about it.”

It was a little past 1 when Léo realized he needed to get home.

“I’ll see you later!” he said, waving at Sam as he left. 

“See you later Buttercup!”

“See you later cachorrito!” Léo said. Sam blinked.

“What?”

“It means puppy,” Léo said with a wink. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah…you too,” Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck, a faraway look in his eyes.

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[pt. 1] OVER THE FENCE.

summary: You're home from college over the summer and so are the rest of the kids from your hometown's neighbourhood. Despite your tragic efforts to ignore him... what happens when you run into the boy next door?

pairing: ex best friend + neighbour!tom holland x fem!reader.

warnings: fluff, angst. there will be smut eventually! just not in this chapter.

word count. 2.9k

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You always came home from university during break. So did other the neighbourhood kids from your hometown. Your hometown was a place where everybody knew everybody and everyone knew everything about everyone. Most kids who went off to college came back here and got a job here, either starting their own businesses or taking over the families business, became realestate agents or bankers, there was one bar, one club, one strip club, there was an Ikea a few miles out of town, and there was one grocery store. Main point is, that you knew everyone, and everyone knew you. When you came back to town there were a handful of people who you tried to avoid. Keyword: Tried. Despite your efforts and despite this freakishly small town, you'd always fail and encounter an awkward situation.

One of those people just so happened to be your next door neighbour. Tom Holland. He was your ex-best friend. The two of you had fallen out a couple years back right before you went to college. It was tough, you were staying in the UK, pursing acting school and he was going to America, pursing acting school. The fight was ugly, the two of you were partners in crime, always stuck together, promised each other that the two of you would go to school together. You both had the same thing in mind - the same aspiration...

so why did he leave you? why did he come to the airport with you and gone on a different flight without warning?

You hadn't talked to him since, every time you came home there was always eye contact, awkward, strained, eye contact. Made you want to die every single time... but, hey! that's life.

The one thing that sucked about it all were that his family was lovely. His brothers had texted you after they heard what had happened, turns out nobody knew either. They were under the impression that he had decided to go with you too. But most people just forgot about it. Asking him how things are at school - people asked you the same thing too. Since the two of you were pretty much the only ones to leave town. There was a small community college in the school district of town. That's where most people went.

That's where Haz, Harry, and Sam were going. That's where your parents had gone. That's where Tom's parents had gone. Pretty much everybody in town. But there was also your best friend Alex, and her girlfriend Willow who went to the same University as you. There was Tucker, he wasn't always the nicest guy, but he had changed over the past few years. There was Julian, he left town too. You were all the only ones who had left. So that meant you all came back around the same time.

You looked out the window of your Taxi, earphones over your ears, you shamelessly blasted your music until you reached your destination, paying your fee and getting out of the car, opening the boot to take out your suitcases. Your house was the same. It was made of white brick and had a lawn that had been kept too, some rosebushes and a small vegetable garden out front. A nice tree, a red mailbox. It was your cliché white picket fence house. Most houses on the block looked the same, all white, all had lawns that had been kept, all had the white fence. Of course decor and size varied. But the caul de sack was almost identical. Your headphones were now situated around your neck, as another Taxi pulled up.

You held your breath and it felt like time had slowed down. You didn't even need to look through the window to know who it was. Tom stepped out of the car and he had never looked better.

You could've fainted then and there. He also had his headphones on, but he was sporting a pair of AirPods, and you a pair of Sony wireless. His jumper was black and he was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and converse. His curls were flowing, he was wearing these glasses - that you knew were just for show. But he looked good, nonetheless.

His eyes met yours for what you knew wouldn't be the last time these next few weeks. Tom flashed an awkward wave, but you slid your headphones on (even if there was no music playing) and turned your back away from him. Kinda harsh but deserved.

You pulled your two suitcases behind you as you finally made it to the front door, you took a deep breath and slid your headphones back off your head, you made a fist and gently connected it with the door and your mother opened it with a large smile, her e/c eyes glowed as she saw her daughter, she couldn't be happier. Your father was the same, his own orbs lighting with glee as he saw you standing in the door way. They wrapped you in hugs and kisses, they made you feel safe. You chuckled at your parents as they pulled away. You could barely even make it through the door before they started shooting questions at you.

Your mother cleared her throat, "So, did you see Tom yet?" She asks.

You contemplated telling her the truth, that you had seen Tom in the driveway of his house not even twenty minutes earlier, but you settled for a good-old-fashioned white lie, "No, thank god." You smiled as your dad handed you a cup of water.

She nods in understanding, your place stood the same with the rest of the Holland family. Close friends. Your mother and father were always telling you about the family dinners and barbecues they threw on some Sundays and how Nikki would bring her cakes and how Dom and your own father would go golfing at the range down the street every Saturday morning.

You kept in touch with Haz and Harry and Sam and Paddy. You followed them all on Instagram and you would recieve funny videos and tiktoks from some of them. Especially Haz, you, him and Tom were quite the group before Uni. You stayed close with Haz, making sure to FaceTime him at least once a week. Tom did the same. He was the only thing the two of you probably had in common anymore.

"Are you going to Joe's later?" Your father asked you about the town's bar. There wasn't much place else to go.

You hummed as you took a sip of water, "Probably, I've still gotta see Haz. I haven't seen Alex or Willow since I left them on Campus earlier today, so, I'll probably meet them there too. Are you guys going?"

Your mother shook her head, "Not today, no, we've got to sort out some inventory at the store,"

You smile softly, "Do you guys want any help?"

"Don't be silly," Your father kissed your head, "We'll be around, have fun! Go unpack, we'll probably be heading out in a moment,"

Your mother checked the time, "Oh! It's five, yes, we should probably leave if we want to make it out of there before ten." Your mother stands, kissing your forehead, "See you later, sweetie."

Your mother and father make it out the door bidding their last goodbyes. As you watch them close the door, your eyes land on your two suitcases and you groan internally, slipping off your shoes and carrying them up the stairs.

You finally get to your childhood bedroom, it still has the same dark blue walls it had before you left, and your bed was double sized, which you were grateful for after you had managed to fall out of your single quite a few times as a teen. You had posters all over your room of your favourite musical artists and your closet had two mirrors, pictures of you, Alex, Willow and Haz from when you were back in high school. You smiled at the memories. But there was always something you hated about your room. Not the colour. Not the decor. Not the bed.

The window.

The window that looked right into Tom Holland's room. You saw his light flick on as you saw him enter his own. Back when you two were best friends, this was the best thing your house had to offer. Whenever one of you couldn't sleep, you'd text the other and you'd talk for hours on end before you eventually both got tired. Sometimes you would be tired, but decide to lie, just to have an excuse to talk to him. He did the same. But ever since he left you at the airport those memories were tainted by hatred and regret.

why did you spend so much time on him?

You cried on the plane, you cried when you got to your dorm, you cried before your first class. There was so much regret. So much hurt. You couldn't even look at him. But yet, you met his eyes.

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring into each others eyes through the window that connected your rooms. Both your eyes filled with hurt. You wanted to run over there and wrap your arms around him. You wanted to forgive him. But that would go against everything you promised yourself over the past three years. So you closed your blinds.

You never knew why he went somewhere else. He had never told you. You both got into Oxford, so why did he leave you? You shook your head, dispersing all your thoughts.

You decided to get ready to go to Joe's. You removed your current articles of clothing and decided on a denim mini skirt and a black tank top. It was muggy, maybe not hot. The UK never really did get hot. But your hometown always seemed to suffer the most, it was muggy all throughout summer, you would sweat. When it was raining you would sweat. When it was cloudy you'd be sweating.

You made your way out of your house and made your way down to Joe's, shooting Haz, Sam, Harry, Willow and Alex, a quick text. They all responded as to being there. When you walked into the familiar bar, all faces turned to you and people started welcoming you back home.

Joe stood behind the bar with a small smile, "What can I get you, Bear?" He asked you.

Bear. The nickname came from you as a child. Joe was close to your parents, like most of the town was. So sometimes you'd be watched by him and as a kid, you always carried around a bear. A bear plushie. One that still sat on a shelf in your room, beat and batted. It's brown fur faded.

You smiled back at Joe, "Can I get a beer? Bottled please."

He nodded taking the cap off for you, "Here ya' go."

"Thanks Joe." You turned around and met eyes with Haz, who almost tackled you. You laughed as his arms wrapped around you tight, Harry and Sam hugging you shortly after.Haz's eyes made his way over to his table, where Tom was sat. He too had changed, now wearing a white t-shirt that hugged him (and his muscles) way too tight - not that you minded. God, what were you thinking? He looked back at you apologetically.

"I understand, Haz." You nodded at him and Tom's brothers, "We can catch up another day, we've got the whole break."

They walk away and you finally spot Alex and Willow's table. They both sipped on their drinks, Alex a white wine and Willow a vodka martini. Willow had a blue pixie cut and was wearing a pink pair of jeans and a white top, Alex had black hair and wore her blue sundress with grace. You went over to the table, slamming down your purse and your drink.

"What's up with you?" Alex asked.

You took a swig of beer, "Can't even talk to Haz without Tom getting in the way... How is it, that every time I come back to this godforsaken town that everything revolves around Tom?" You questioned your two friends.

"Well, for one he's actually a nice person who did a shitty thing to you," Willow spoke and you shot her a glare, "I'm only gonna tell you the truth!"

You scoffed, "I know, I know, but it just hurts." You took another sip of beer.

Alex rubs your arm, "Enough of that! We're here to have fun! So let's have fun."

"And how do you propose we do that?" You questioned your best friend with a chuckle.

"I dunno, we'll figure it out."

And you did, for the rest of the night you played a little drinking game. There's this girl in your town, Andrea Scott. She's had a crush on Haz forever, so every time she would look at him, you'd all take a sip. This went for multiple people in the bar. Watching them, drinking, talking. They turned in early, weak. But you continued your night. At this point you were so drunk you were actually willing to go over to Tom's table.

You wrapped your arms around Haz, "Hello, boys!" You cheered.

Yes, to your dismay, you were a happy, confident and touchy drunk. This meant no fear. Ever. You were willing to do anything. For people who didn't believe you, all you had to do was show your foot where you had gotten the words fuck you, tatted in black ink. That's one of the places it usually hurts to get a tattoo, because of lack of skin. But you were so drunk you couldn't feel the pain. You'd like to lie and say you didn't get drunk often, but like I said, you'd like to lie.

Tom looked at you confused before putting the pieces together deciding not to say anything. Haz chuckled at your state and so did Harry and Sam, "God, you're plastered!" Sam commented.

"No! I'm not!" You held up your hands in surrender, before letting out a little belch, "Maybe a little."

They laughed and Tom tried his hardest not to, even if he did, you probably wouldn't remember, but he didn't want to find out.

"How much have you had?" Haz questions you.

You look over at your table and there's almost fifteen beer bottles, "Not that much."

"HOLY FUCK!" Harry gasped, "Are your livers alright, mate?"

"They're fine." You rolled your eyes, and cuddled up to Tom, "You're unusually quiet."

He didn't even look at you.

"What? Does looking at me bring you guilt, Thomas?" You questioned before he suddenly stood up and walked out the door of the bar, you followed.

To be fair you had no idea what you were doing.

"Fuck Thomas!" You yelled after him, "Don't have the balls to face me? You're the one who left me."

"Y/n, I'm not in the fucking mood for this." He sighs, frustrated, "You're drunk. Go home."

You start stumbling as you walk, "Fine! But fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid face." You shoved him before you felt your stomach gurgle.

You threw up on Tom's shoes.

Neither of you had seen that coming, but Tom felt bad either way. He didn't really care about his shoes. But he took you home. Part of him wanted to leave you there in front of the bar, let someone else take you home. But he knew if his mother found out, which in this town, she probably would. He'd get scolded for practically leaving you on the side of the road.

There weren't many cars on the road that night - not that there ever was at all. Most things were in walking distance. The only people who'd use their car are the people who went to the golf range, grocery shopping or to school. Other than that all there was were bikes, scooters and skateboards.

Tom thought it was refreshing and honestly? So did you. There wasn't really a need for social media in this town, even though everyone used it, and it was a big change from the cities the two of you studied in, the air smelt heavy of diesel and smoke - not that people didn't smoke in town, but the air did smell a little better in these parts.

You weren't much of a struggle to take home this night. Tom had done this before. This is how your interactions would usually go. Tom taking you home after you drunkenly yell bullshit at him. He always felt somewhat guilty. But the things he did, he had his reasons. He just never had the heart to tell you. So he let you hate him instead.

Some might think of what he did as valid, or chivalrous. But even he knew he was being a coward.

When the two of you finally got to your house, Tom took the key from under the mat, and took you upstairs to your bedroom. He let you flop onto your bed where you almost instantly fell asleep. He made his way back downstairs and placed the key under the mat once more. He turned around his brothers facing him.

Tom shrugged, "What?"

"You're too good to her." Harry sighs.

Tom shakes his head, "Nah, I'm not, I'm decent, the actions I do now don't make up for how I fucked her over. She hates me, I'm okay with that."

Sam sighs, "Don't lie to yourself, Tom."

Tom walked past his brothers, "I'm not."

He was. He wasn't okay with it. But he had to be. Because that was the reality of it. You hated him and he couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth.

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When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

[tranzfalgar]

bachelor/ette(s) and which artists i think they’d listen to, their music habits, and/or what their playlists would be like!

Alex:

- this man LOVES ricky montgomery more than words can describe

- his playlist is like a game of chance, you get an actual jam or something depressing as fuck

- haley once saw him go from singing his heart out to just straight up crying. she won’t let him live it down.

Elliot:

- the sounds of gentle piano and the ocean waves is the only music he needs

- he rlly likes yiruma, and knows most of his songs on piano

- sometimes he’ll leave his door wide open so he can hear the ocean waves better when writing/listening to music

Harvey:

- your average jazz and older music enjoyer

- he loves the sound of violins and saxophones, the sounds just make his brain go brrrrr

- his doctors office just has smooth jazz going in the background all the time, and harvey will just sway to the music sometimes

Sam:

- strictly guitar covers, simply because he likes to learn and observe the cords others use

- a wilbur soot and love joy stan

- his playlist has like 200 songs on it and he just puts it on shuffle most times

Sebastian:

- “alexa play daddy issues by the neighborhood!”

- he rlly likes the neighborhood as well as mitsuki

- not as emo as you may think

- has a playlist for every single mood, so he can always get the vibes perfect

Shane:

- he loves sleeping at last

- his playlist is sad as FUCK, and it only has like 10-20 songs on it, but they always manage to get him

- he also rlly likes penelope scott

Abigail:

- SHE LOVES LEMON DEMON AND BO BURNHAM

- she loves to play the air guitar when she listens to her playlists

- she likes music that will make her laugh

Emily:

- it strictly depends on the day, like one day she’ll be listening to classical and the next it’s like rap or something

- she steals playlists from her friends or looks them up on the internet

- sometimes she’ll get inspirations for outfits from the music she listens to

Haley:

- she listens to like….whatever is on the radio? she isn’t exactly a big music person

- but she does have a tendency to know EVERY single song and it’s lyrics, so she’ll always sing along

- she doesn’t have a playlist at all

Leah:

- she likes most songs, but especially the ones that have stuff added to it. like those “____ but it’s midnight and it’s raining outside” youtube videos

- she loves finding new ones and just adding them to her little youtube playlist (she uses youtube music spare her)

- elliot found she liked this sort of stuff, and made a little playlist of ocean-themed songs!

Maru:

- black eyed peas enjoyer

- loves techno music, like head banging shit

- she made herself a really sick pair of headphones she always wears while working on her projects

Penny:

- her music taste is rlly soft n sweet love songs n stuff (dodie clark, mindy gledhill, etc)

- she loves the ENTIRE adventure time soundtrack, like she adores it

- she always hums softly to herself when reading

[buckysbabygorl]

Shape (Steve Rogers Oneshot)

Summary: Steve is definitely someone you would consider a respectful man. A traditional man—a vanilla man, even. His mind rarely goes to the gutter… except for today.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: nudity, sexual themes

~

Today was a rest day.

A much needed one for Rogers.

From missions, to meetings, to press conferences, the man had been spread much too thin for his liking.

He knew the job, he knew this role meant that it wasn’t necessarily me time friendly.

But a break every now and then was nice.

A few others weren’t on call today, they’d ask Steve to join in on plans. Sam pitched going to a VA meeting, Bucky wanted to tour Brooklyn for old time’s sake, and Bruce wanted to catch the new Sandra Bullock movie.

But all Steve wanted today, was to be alone.

He tried to zone in on his sketches, taking advantage of the bright lighting in the common room. The new headphones Nat gave him helped him drift off into his artistic headspace, the melody of Sam’s playlist soothing him as he drew…

He finally had some peace and quiet.

For awhile.

Y/N was under the impression that she was completely alone as well, knowing the team was out on their own separate agendas for the day based on Hill’s one on one briefing this morning.

As she slipped out of the shower, looking for a towel, she ran over the avenger’s attendance — or lack of — in her mind.

Nat was gone, Tony was gone, Wanda and Vision were out… she thought she was by herself.

She hadn’t thought to ask for Steve’s whereabouts.

It wasn’t that she particularly disliked Steve: they were amiable.

They just…

Didn’t care for each other.

They had each other’s backs on the field, they stood up for one another in meetings, but that was where their loyalty ended.

They didn’t hangout with each other, they didn’t have a history, they just didn’t have—well anything really.

In short; she hadn’t asked Hill where Steve was.

She hadn’t realized he was 50 feet away from her, give or take.

“Shit,” she cursed aloud. She’d forgotten her towel in her room.

Ah fuck it, she thought. It was just across the hall, no one would see…

She grabbed her speaker and belted the lyrics of her music loudly, and rather off key.

“And so I wake in the morning and I step outside…”

Steve heard faint music clashing with his.

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom.

“…and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I—”

He sighed, taking off his headphones as the music got louder. He glared in annoyance as footsteps neared down the hall.

He recognized the voice immediately: Y/N.

He huffed, not content that his solitude was now non-existent.

It could’ve been worse, Y/N wasn’t that bad. He just… didn’t know her.

Sam or Bucky were easy people to yell at, you can always tell friends to shut up.

Barely-friendly coworkers? Not so much.

“Can you turn it down?” He asked.

Y/N didn’t hear him, rounding the corner as she sung the loudest part of the bridge.

“—scream from the top of my lungs, WHAT’S GOING ON!”

Steve tossed his sketch book on the chair as he stood, striding across the room to yell down the hallway.

“Can you please—”

All Steve saw was skin.

“—Y/N!!” He screamed.

Y/N’s eyes went wide at the realization, screaming and dropping the stereo as she scrambled to cover herself.

“OH MY GOD! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”

“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”

The Four Non-Blondes continued to sing as the two shouted at each other.

Steve tried to look anywhere but her, while she desperately looked for a blanket.

“WHY ARE YOU WET?!”

“STOP LOOKING AT ME!”

“I’M NOT LOOKING!”

But he had been looking.

And unfortunately, he saw everything.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god—HELP ME FIND A BLANKET!”

“I can’t—”

Steve looked to her figure in the lounge, realizing he was now seeing her entire backside.

His eyes shot to the ceiling as his hands tore at his hair.

This was not fucking happening.

“Y/N JUST—JESUS CHRIST GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

“DON’T LOOK!”

“I’M NOT!”

She ran as fast as she could down the hallway, leaving her speaker behind.

As he heard her footsteps leave the room, Steve scrambled to turn it off.

“Shut up, shut up, oh for the love of god—”

He finally managed to turn it off, sinking to the floor and putting his head in his hands.

Everything.

He saw everything.

Never in a million years would he ever guess that Y/N, of all people, would be the first person he saw naked on this team.

Hell, he’d been on countless missions with these guys, trained and changed millions of times in front of them, but of course it was Y/N’s body he…

He tried to stop thinking about it.

He tried to push it out of his head.

It was embarrassment and shock at first. But then he tried to forget it, distracting himself by drawing and blasting the loudest rock music out of his headphones to drown out the thought.

But then his brain would drift back to it…

Bare skin, the glisten of water

He grit his teeth as he sketched angrily, his streaks becoming thick and dark.

The slope of the shoulder, the dimples in the back

His pencil snapped against the sketch book, he tossed it angrily across the room.

The dip of the navel, the curve of the hips

Steve could’ve screamed.

He looked down at the book in his hands, his eyes wide.

He hadn’t realized he’d started drawing the outline of her figure.

Y/N.

Just Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

Then the worst thought came to him.

Did she shower in hot or cold water? Would her skin feel warm against his palms or would goosebumps rise in his touch?

Steve began to pace the room, trying to pull himself together.

How would it feel to pull at her dripping wet locks? How would her skin taste against his tongue?

“Jesus Christ,” he thought aloud.

How badly he wished he could’ve joined her, hands gliding along slippery thighs as he hoisted her up and pressed her into the cool tile

He was done for.

Steve stormed down the hall to her room, his heart pounding and thoughts racing.

He was ten feet from her door when she came out, immediately catching him in his stride.

She saw the dark look in his eyes, and nearly shuddered.

“Rogers I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were—”

His hands on her shoulders interrupted her, pushing her back into the room.

“Stop talking.”

His mouth was on hers before the door slammed shut.

~

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[noctumbra]

❝tight❞

summary ─ “hmm, yes, dolly?” you whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “you want something?”

pairing ─ boxer!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, gym shower sex, dirty talk, pet names, fingering

a/n ─ just gonna post this and go back into hiding. this schedule is the new black gals. i’ll post if i write, and i don’t write then i’ll post whenever i write lol this is the conclusion i have finally come up with. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <33

KINKTOBER DAY TWELVE: boxer!bucky + gym shower sex + humiliation kink

You stepped into the workout area with your towel on your shoulder and your water bottle in hand. Your headphones were around your neck, your phone was tied to your thigh securely. There were people around; lifting weights, running or jogging on the treadmill, cycling, jumping rope… Lots of grunts and groans and victorious moans were filling the large space.

You walked around a couple guys who were doing sit-ups and found yourself an empty treadmill. You always started your workout with a light jog, most people stretched you had observed, but you liked to jog. Setting up the pace, you started your workout with your workout playlist blasting through your headphones and let the time wash away as you got rid of the extra energy.

Not realizing how long it had passed since you had started your workout, you stopped doing sit-ups for a short break. You were soaked; your hair was sticking to your skin and your workout gear was partially wet because of your sweat. Breathing deeply and steadily, you pulled off your headphones. While you were lost in your head, the gym had emptied itself.

Well, almost.

He was in the ring like usual you realized, seeing his reflection from the mirror wall.

James.

He usually came to the gym after 9PM. He liked the quiet and liked being alone, you assumed, and you really couldn’t blame him because you, too, liked the quiet and being alone while working out. You knew that if he were to come early, he couldn’t workout as effectively as he was now because there would be a lot of people who’d ask questions about boxing.

James was a boxer.

You learned that from Sam. He had championships on some… ballsy competition was what Sam had told you. You weren’t into boxing so you usually just admired the man doing his thing.

He was working with Steve per usual. Both of them beefy and handsome as hell, you watched them move on the ring like silk fabrics sliding against each other. Their moves were so smooth but held so much strength beneath, it always got you wet just by watching them boxing together. They were topless, only had a pair of black basketball shorts and wraps on their hands. Both their chests were shining under the light, a soft sheen of sweat covering their bulging biceps and chests.

You shook yourself out of your trance when your eyes found James’ cold blue ones. Feeling your face heating up because of his look, you ducked your head and decided to continue to your workout before your body got cold. Putting on your headphones back, you returned to your workout.

It was actually James who touched your shoulder and pointed your headphones when you looked up at him.

“Hi,” he said, “Steve said that he was closing for tonight, but you didn’t hear him.” You frowned. You didn’t know your workout lasted this long. Pulling your phone out from where it was strapped to your thigh, you checked the time.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. James chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I told Steve that I could close up since I needed the extra hour of training, but I really need to close up.” He smiled at you sheepishly. You nodded.

“No, of course!” You jumped to your feet, but forgetting about the head rush, you had to grab his bicep to stand on your feet.

“Whoa,” James said, his other hand grabbing you by the waist. “You okay?” You swayed on your feet dangerously, looking pale as hell as you did so. James frowned and tightened his hold around you. He really didn’t want you pass out or fall.

“’m fine,” you murmured. “Head rush,” you added as you blinked furiously. “I’ll be going shortly.” James nodded.

“You could take it slow,” he said, “Hell, you should take it slow. I’ll wait until you’re out of shower. I need one, too, anyway. I stink.” You chuckled at him softly. Nodding, you grabbed your things and stood slower this time. You walked towards the showers together silently. His presence next to you wasn’t as intimidating as you thought it would be, and you smiled at yourself.

“I think you know your way around─ ah, hell,” he cursed. You turned your head to see what was happening.

Apparently the men’s showers were closed because there was cleaning inside. Biting your lip, you looked at him as an idea formed into your mind.

“You could, um,” you started, “use the women’s? It’s only me anyway and I can check if there’s someone just in case?” James frowned slightly before nodding. You smiled at him and quickly ran inside; checking every shower, you made sure that there was no one. “It’s empty. Come on.”

“Gimme a minute? I gotta grab my bag,” he said, jerking his head towards the lockers. You nodded. “Don’t be afraid when I come inside though.” You chuckled and nodded again. Parting your ways with him, you opened your locker and retrieved your bigger towel. You took of your sweaty gear and put them into a small separate bag. With your shampoo and soap in your hand, you walked in one of the showers and turned on the hot water. As the hot water kicked in, you hung your towel just outside of the shower doors, and ducked under the water.

Feeling all the stickiness slowly going through the drain, you closed your eyes.

You yelped when you felt two hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against a ripped chest.

“Sssh,” James hushed you. “I told you don’t be afraid when I come inside, right?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder under the hot water.

“I─ I didn’t expect─” He hummed at your way of tripping over your own words.

“I can go,” he murmured. “I can go to the one at the very end if you’re not up for this,” he added. “I really want this, though.” His nose poked the soft skin behind your ear, body molded against yours, you felt your body melt in his embrace. “You tell me no, and I take it to the heart, but─” James chuckled darkly. “I’ve been seeing you, honey,” he murmured. “Seeing you watch me. You watch me with those sexy eyes, making me lose my focus. Steve always gets a good punch in whenever you distract me.”

You whined so silently, you weren’t sure that he heard over the water’s roaring sound.

“The way you move, though,” James hummed approvingly. “Those leggings? Gets me hard the second I see them hugging your body the way they do.”

“James…” you whispered, causing him to tighten his hold around you.

“Hmm, yes, dolly?” You whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “You want something?” You nodded, your hand finding his on your stomach. “Say it out loud, please,” he whispered. You had to swallow a couple times to get your tongue working again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered as your eyes found his over your shoulder. His cold steel blue eyes weren’t as cold as before now; they were warm, but dark, burning with restrained desire. “Please?”

Hearing him growl was your ‘yes’ and suddenly, you were plastered against the cold, shower wall. Yelping from the sudden coolness on your warm skin, you flinched back, but James was there to corner you.

His ripped body was a furnace behind you; his erection pressing against your ass, you felt his hands move upwards. You hummed, arching into the warmth that was coming off of his body and sneaked a hand in his wet hair. James kissed your exposed neck, hands grabbing your breasts softly, he squeezed them; causing you to moan loudly.

“Hush, honey,” James murmured. “The cleaners are still around.” You whimpered, but he was right. Getting caught by them would be a nightmare and you probably would have to change your gym. Which you did not want. “I know you wanna make noises,” James assured you, “I want to hear you, too, baby, but you gotta keep it quiet for tonight, okay? Next time, I’ll have you screaming freely.”

You shuddered at the mention of next time. There would be a next time in his book then, you thought, and felt giddy about it. Your focus turned to him again; his hips were moving against your ass slowly, smearing precum all over the soft flesh and let the water wash it away.

“Please?” You whispered.

His hand left your breast, found his cock and he lined up against your wet pussy. Running the tip of his cock up and down a couple times just to tease you, he slid inside. The pain of his cock stretching your pussy got you gasping into the tiles; he didn’t have a long cock, he was average in the height department. His girth, however, that was a whole different story.

James groaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out. His hot breath was licking over the wet skin, making you shiver in his arms every once in a while. He kissed your shoulder, nosed your ear and the hand that had left your breast had found its way back there.

“Tight,” he snarled. “Tighter than a virgin, aren’t ya, dolly?” You whined lowly as you nodded. His hips were moving just like before; slow and sensual, but you knew that he was coming to an end of his patience. “Never had a pussy as tight as yours, honey. Gripping me so nicely, it’s like your pussy is hugging my cock, feels so damn good.”

You moaned as his cock grazed over a sensitive spot. Humming curiously, he did it again and again until it had you sobbing against the cold wall in front you silently.

“Is that the spot that can get you all weak and stupid for me, dolly?” James asked. His mouth was running and spitting filth non-stop. “Should I do it again? I bet you get so sweet, like a mewling kitten, when you’re a stupid dolly. Are you, honey?”

Sobbing harder as he did graze over that spot again like he said, you nodded. “Yes, yes! Please, God, please, please!” James hushed you. He kissed the side of your neck and started to move his hips faster. Hitting that spot over and over, you felt his balls smacking against your skin, too, and moaned at the feeling. It was adding a different sensation onto the ones that you were already drowning in.

You grabbed his bubbly ass, dug your nails as you pulled him against your body harder. James moaned deeply, breath licking over your ear. You swallowed all the noises he let out by turning your head and kissing him. James hummed. One of his hands cradled your jaw and he continued to kiss you as he fucked you faster and harder.

“Ah!” You shouted as his other hand found your clit and started to flick it furiously.

“Hush, stupid dolly,” he snarled. “I don’t want anyone to hear you while you’re like this. I don’t wanna be interrupted, either.” You nodded, tongue swelling in your mouth and stopping you from talking, you just nodded. “Such a good doll for me, aren’t ya? So good and weak for me.” Mewling, you bucked your hips, met his hips thrust by thrust.

“Pussy is goddamn good,” he groaned, loudly. “’s gonna make me come, honey,” he licked over your pulse and nibbled on it gently as the sensation tipped you over the edge. Your body shivered violently and hips bucked against his harshly, you dug your nails even deeper in his ass. You barely stifled your scream.

“Oh, fuck─” James growled. His hips were smacking against yours, cock driving in you at a mad pace, he grunted. You hummed as you melted in his arms. “’m gonna─ Fuck, ‘m─” Letting out a soft ‘ah’ sound, James came, too. You felt him twitch and jerk inside of you and chuckled, drunk on pleasure.

It took James a minute to collect himself. “So, I was wondering,” he started.

“Hm?” You murmured a response as you let him move you under the water fully and handed you your shampoo.

“I have this competition,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. I was gonna dine and wine you first,” he scratched the back of his neck as the pink color brightened his ears. You looked at him, grinning. “Will you come to my competition? Will you let me win it for ya, dolly?” Preening under his warm look and all the pet names he called you with, you nodded.

“Even though I won’t be enjoying you getting this face busted, I’d love to be there,” you said and trailed your fingers over his face. James grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

“Then it’s a date,” he winked at you and you both smiled at each other shyly.

──

James won that competition for you under twenty minutes, breaking a record at the same time. He got a busted lip, a split eyebrow and a gonna-bruise-badly injury on his cheekbone. Nothing was broken, and he was actually okay.

“Look!” He yelled at you as he pointed his raised fist by the referee. “I did it for you!” You felt all the warmth had rushed into your cheeks as you got nudged by Sam.

“You got an in love puppy following you around,” Sam murmured as he watched James.

“Well, I’m an in love kitten for him, so it’s mutual,” you said, smiling throughout the whole thing.

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 14)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader Word Count: 6039 Warnings: fluff, light angst, mentions of cheating

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Major cringe warning everyone.. I can’t wait for your reactions! 😂 A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​​​​ Feedback is always appreciated! 

PART 13 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Bucky pulls off his headphones, pressing a finger to the keyboard to stop the music he’s reviewing, taking a moment to pinch between his brows. He gets up to stretch his legs, grabbing the empty beer bottle along with him for the short walk to the kitchen. He tosses it in the garbage with the rest.

He doesn’t like drinking this much but lately he hasn’t been feeling great. His music has been stagnant, devoid of life and energy. Thinking about it only makes him feel worse, a painful reminder that deadlines are coming up and what little he’s created is absolute shit.

The knob squeaks as he turns the faucet, letting the water turn to liquid ice before he runs his hands through them, splashing it up against his face. He hears the hiss of the pipes next door and his heart sinks.

It’s Y/N’s shower. He looks towards the wall wondering if she’s alone, quickly shaking the thoughts out of his mind. He shouldn’t care if she’s alone or not. She’s in a relationship and it shouldn’t matter.

Bucky tried really hard to not think about her. He promised himself he would get out there and find someone and well, it hasn’t exactly worked out. In the last three weeks he’s been on a dozen dates. Most of the girls could barely hold a conversation, while the others were less exciting than watching paint dry.

He fucked a few of them even though he said he wouldn’t. That wasn’t the point of these dates but Bucky needed the distraction. It was hard hanging out with everyone, it didn’t matter if Y/N was there with Billy or if they were not; Bucky wasn’t sure what was worse.

Over the last few days he has been messaging someone new who’s been doing a pretty good job of keeping him entertained. Bobbi, she works at a gym Uptown. She’s worked extremely hard for her body and flaunts it in most of her photos and sure, Bucky would love to hit it but there’s something more that keeps him drawn in.

She’s so direct, talking to him as if they had known each other for years. He loves checking his phone to see her latest message, a smile already stretching across his face when he sees a long text about something that happened at the gym. Apparently a lot of characters workout there and she has an endless list of horror stories she couldn’t wait to share with him.

They planned a date for the end of the week and Bucky was very excited to finally meet her. It was promising, the idea that he could be happy with someone just like… just like everyone else.

You hug yourself a little tighter as you walk down the block, feeling the cool breeze move right through you. Billy seems to be in his own world, his head gazing down to his phone as it had been through most of dinner. You didn’t voice your annoyance though because it would only make things worse.

Billy’s been in a bad mood ever since the Feds came knocking at ANVIL’s door. A few former employees were recently involved in a string of armed robberies and Billy was questioned about it. Word got out and he lost a big account as a result.

Obviously the situation is upsetting but it’s not just that, Billy’s been distant lately. You’ve been spending a lot of time together but maybe that’s the problem, the honeymoon period might be over. You know it’s a normal part of any relationship but the idea that things could change so drastically doesn’t make you feel great.

“Hey watch where you’re going,” an unfamiliar voice barked.

Your head turned quickly to find Billy getting in the face of the stranger he apparently bumped into.

“What did you say to me?” Billy’s dark eyes sharpened like a bird of prey closing in on its target. His nostrils flared as he snarled, staring down the other man until he backed away with his tail between his legs. Billy looked him up and down, a smug smile creeping across his face in silent victory.

A heavy arm fell around your shoulders as Billy pulled you closer to him when he began walking away.

“What the hell was that?” you asked after a long beat of silence.

He faced you with the same incredulity he gave the man before. “That was people knowing better than to get in my way.”

Your stomach churned with unease and that silent alarm inside you was going off. You needed to get away from Billy, for tonight at least. By the time you got to the front of your building you figured out an excuse you hoped would work.

“Hey so, I promised Elena I would head in early tomorrow. Paperwork’s been piling up and medical records have been on our case about it. So, can we raincheck this?” You smiled, using your best doe eyes to seem sincere about it.

Billy stared you down, looking for the slightest crack in your expression. It was something he had always done, reading people, checking for lies. You know it’s a product of his upbringing, with so many broken promises made by a faulty system.

“Yeah. Yeah that’s fine,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember I got us Knicks tickets.”

You nodded in agreement, gasping slightly when he caught you off guard by his kiss. It was the last thing on your mind but you gave in, opening your mouth to his forceful tongue. Anything to keep up appearances, for tonight.

Billy watched you enter the building and you waved back at him right before you disappeared for the hallway, finally able to take a breath. On the way up to your floor you wondered if you should talk to Wanda about what happened. It was kind of late though and even though she would want to hear everything about it you didn’t want to disturb her.

As you approached your door you looked towards Bucky’s. Maybe he could give some advice from the male perspective. Then again you didn’t want to bother him either. Bucky’s also been pretty distant lately and you’ve barely seen him in the past month. Maybe everything’s changed, your relationship, your friendships. Change is supposed to be good but this felt all wrong.

You couldn’t find a comfortable spot on your bed, tossing and turning, kicking off the covers, pulling them back up again. Nothing seemed right. There was too much on your mind and you couldn’t relax.

“Shut up brain, just shut up!” you begged out loud, grabbing your phone to find something to distract yourself.

Scrolling through your playlists you tried to find one that wouldn’t give you the urge to stay up and sing along, and then you stopped on the perfect one. It was Bucky’s playlist, Greatest Cinema Scores. Grabbing your headphones you laid your head back on the pillow as John Williams carried you to dreamland.

You groan, rolling over to one side. It’s still dark out. You don’t want to look at your phone but you give in anyway. Two in the morning. At least you still had a few more hours of sleep. Your stomach spasms forcing you to get up, hurrying your paces to the bathroom because the weird rumbling has you convinced you might not make it in time.

It’s five past two in the morning when all hell breaks loose. Hell translating to everything you’ve eaten this evening coming up and out of you from both ends. It’s not pretty. Tears are streaming down your face as you puke into the garbage can you’re rapidly filling, trying to catch your breath in between painful heaves. The other end isn’t much better, hot liquid expelling itself from your body; stomach cramps, body spasms all doing their part to add to the mess.

Ten minutes pass by the time it’s safe to leave the bathroom. Your throat burns with the remnants of vomit, your ass is on fire and you curl back into bed, brushing aside the tears from the corner of your eyes. Your reprieve is short lived as your stomach grumbles again and you rush across your apartment, giving yourself over to the porcelain throne.

More comes out of you than you’ve taken in and you wonder about the science of it all. When will it stop? Dinner was simple, a glass of wine, a small house salad, chicken parm and some vegetables that come out whole as you peer into the soupy garbage held out in front of you. A whiff of the stench makes you gag again setting off another round of vomiting.

Everything hurts. Tears burn hot against your skin as you cry alone, half naked and in need of a shower at this point to clean yourself up. Elvis died on the toilet, is that how you’re gonna go too? It seems entirely possible at this point.

By the time the sun begins to peak out through the large buildings you’ve exhausted your body of all its worth. You’re shaking as you change into clean pajamas, crawling back into bed, barely having the strength to raise your phone to your ear as you leave a message for Elena, telling her you won’t be able to make it in today.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, not when you’re still getting out of bed every hour to get rid of every part of your insides. Isn’t it out of you already? You think back to dinner and the slightly pink chicken you thought at the time was your imagination or bad lighting. Dammit.

You text Billy, telling him you have food poisoning, hoping his seafood and linguine didn’t leave him in the same position you were currently in. After the hundredth trip to the bathroom you opened up your fridge looking for something. You squirm as you look at the orange juice, however tempting it is the acid would probably burn through you. Your mouth waters looking at the forbidden food, aka anything that isn’t a plain cracker. Do you have any of those? Nope. How is it possible you don’t have a single thing you could possibly eat?

The trek across your apartment and back to your bed seems like it went on for miles and now you shake with chills, wrapping yourself up in the blanket as you text Wanda begging for her to come over with Gatorade, ginger ale and crackers.

You whimper out loud as you feel your stomach gurgling, it wants another round versus the toilet where you’re going to lose. By the time you come out again you’re sweating, shaking on weak legs as you cry yourself to sleep.

In another hour you’ve woken up, thankful for the returned text that she would come by before heading to work. After your latest round in the bathroom you trudge to the front door unlocking it, and move to your couch where you plop face down. You text Wanda, telling her the door is open, and try to shut your eyes until the inevitable happens. Because you know it’s going to happen again. For some reason you’ve been cursed and there’s nothing you can do about it but suffer.

You aren’t sure of how much time has passed but you hear your door opening, bags rustling in hand and the tiniest smile spreads across your face.

“Wandaaa, my butthole hurts,” you whined, lifting your head up off the couch slightly to groan even more. “It’s like a volcano that’s erupting hot brown lava. There’s so much of it Wan. It won’t stop. My ass is vomiting shit.”

“Wow Y/N, that’s quite a visual.”

Oh no. Panic surges through you when you realize that was not Wanda’s voice. A weak arm pushes you up from the couch where you turn around to find Bucky somehow looking at you in the eye after he heard your very blunt confession.

You’re stunned into silence, not knowing what to say because you had just said far too much than you ever wanted to. Suddenly you feel nauseous again but for a different reason.

Bucky shifted one of the bags he was holding into his other hand so he could send a small wave in your direction, trying not to burst out laughing as he said, “Hey neighbor.”

“B-Bucky, what are you doing here?” you asked, sinking back down onto the couch because you couldn’t support yourself anymore.

“Wanda texted me, said she wasn’t able to get these to you before work.” He set the bags down, walking closer to you and crouching down by the couch. “Are you okay?”

Your head shook a little before you answered. “No. I think I’m dying. I’m puking up my organs.”

“Oh yeah? Which ones?” he chuckled.

“My intestines, definitely my stomach… maybe a kidney or two.”

He cracked a beautiful smile that somehow made you feel better just by looking at it. Bucky reached the back of his hand out to feel your forehead. You were a little warm but you didn’t feel feverish.

“Well I’m here now and I brought all the good stuff you need. Will you let me help you?”

Tears filled your eyes as you replied, and Bucky smiled again. He emptied the bags in your kitchen, taking out a bottle of ginger ale, Gatorade, crackers and some instant white rice.

“How about a little ginger ale to settle your stomach, yeah?”

Bucky brought over a glass that was less than half filled. Sitting next to you, he helped you sit up and you waited for the room to stop spinning before you took a few small sips as he told you to. Your hand was shaking and Bucky took the glass from you before you spilled it.

You didn’t think a few sips of ginger ale would be a magical cure but you wished it would. You felt so shitty… which seemed fitting, but it really wasn’t funny. You leaned against Bucky, closing your eyes as you sighed in frustration. It was comforting to feel his arm around you, and hear his whispers that everything would be okay.

“Are you nauseous? Do you need to…”

“I just don’t feel good,” you cried against him.

Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line, wishing there was something more he could do for you. When Wanda texted him he had shot right up, threw on clothes and raced to the store. He wished you had asked him, that you were as close as you used to be but he understands why you might not have wanted him to know.

The briefest thought about Billy crosses his mind. Did you tell him? Was he going to come in and take care of you? Would you shove Bucky aside if he did? But Billy isn’t here, and Billy isn’t important. Right now this is about you and doing whatever he can to help.

“Hey doll, do you want to try and eat something?”

You barely process the nickname as you think about how your stomach is feeling. It’s still too early to try and eat so instead you ask for some Gatorade, hoping that might make you feel a little better.

Bucky brings it back, along with a wet washcloth he places on your neck, feeling your skin prickle at his touch as he moves aside the collar of your shirt. It’s a nice relief for the short while it lasts. You head back to the bathroom again but at least you didn’t vomit this time. You’re thankful since you’re really not sure you have the strength to even handle throwing up anymore.

Back on the couch you lay your head down on Bucky’s thigh, curling your body into a fetal position as he lays a throw blanket over you. You don’t realize when you’ve fallen asleep but you wake up at some time later to find the sky is lit in a golden glow of the afternoon sun. Bucky assists you with sitting up, helping you quell the dizziness with more sips of Gatorade and ginger ale.

You feel brave enough to eat, hoping that one single cracker will not send you back on the hell ride through your digestive tract. Bucky can’t help but smile as you nibble on the cracker slowly like a hamster.

“What did you eat that got you sick?” he wondered.

“New Italian place on 23rd and 8th. Bad chicken. I mean, I thought it was good at the time but I don’t think I’ll be going back again.”

“Good to know. I’m gonna cancel my plans tonight,” he said, digging his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah, definitely go somewhere else.”

“No, I’m cancelling the whole date.”

Your head spun as you turned it too fast to face Bucky. “You have a date tonight?”

His head shook before he began speaking. “Nope, not anymore. I want to stay here and take care of you.” You began to protest but Bucky insisted. “Y/N, I really want to do this. Please, let me help you.”

The fluttering in your stomach made you wonder if you needed to rush to the bathroom again but it didn’t feel the same as before. Instead you smiled softly, thankful to have Bucky’s kindness. It was nice to know someone wanted to take care of you.

In the moment you scanned the table for your phone, remembering the text you sent out this morning. Billy still hadn’t replied. Maybe he’s sick too or maybe… well you don’t have the energy to think otherwise at the moment.

Your mouth is watering, craving anything and everything that you can’t have. Even the drinks have to be sipped slowly otherwise you’ll set your stomach off again. It’s so unfair. Why is this happening? And why is every commercial food related?

“Bucky, can you change the channel?” you begged.

He switched it to a show about animals, that’s fine, that’s… not fine. The TV shows a raccoon eating delicious red grapes and you feel the tears begin to flood your eyes. You huff against Bucky’s leg, not bothering to change the channel because there was no point. You couldn’t eat and you probably never will again. Was that being dramatic? Maybe, but right now you’re not in the mood to think sensibly.

“I feel bad askin’ but is it okay if I order food? I know you can’t have any and I really don’t want to make this worse for ya.”

Bucky is staring at you with big blue eyes, hoping his small request isn’t too much of an offence at the moment. You almost wanted to say no but you couldn’t, it’s not Bucky’s fault you ate bad chicken.

“Pizza? Really?” you whined after he placed his order.

His eyes grew big with panic and he was about to call back and cancel his order before you stopped him.

“No, no. I’m sorry Bucky. It doesn’t matter what you eat, I’m gonna want everything so enjoy yourself.”

You pouted, grabbing the throw blanket to pull it over your shoulder as you adjusted your position of resting on his leg, shutting your eyes until he got up to answer the door when the pizza arrived.

“That smells really good,” you said, frowning as Bucky opened the box.

He was hesitant to take a bite, feeling guilty as you looked at him. “Can I make you anything? Think you could handle some rice?”

Your head shook and you took out another single cracker, chewing on it slowly as Bucky sat down beside you with a few slices.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You’ll feel better soon, I promise. And when you’re up for it let’s get pizza. We still haven’t kept our promise.” Bucky’s mouth dropped open in response to your confused face. “Our pizza quest! Remember? Eat our way through the city to find the best pizza!”

“Oh yeah!” You smiled for the first time, bright and beaming across your face and Bucky was happy he was able to bring that out in you. “We definitely have to do that.”

The night continued with Bucky putting on Galaxy Quest for you both to watch. Halfway through the movie you went back to the bathroom, missing a call from Billy. Bucky couldn’t help but look over as your phone buzzed, seeing a picture of you and Billy smiling together.

A moment later a text came through and he knew he shouldn’t read it but he couldn’t help himself. Bucky looked towards the bathroom to check that you weren’t about to come out before he grabbed your phone, reading Billy’s text.

Billy: Wtf Y/N where are you? Did you remember the basketball game?

Bucky placed your phone back on the coffee table, remembering to unclench his jaw as your bathroom door opened. What an asshole. He didn’t even ask how you were.

“Your phone rang,” Bucky reluctantly said as you sat down again.

He watched as you read the text, typing back furiously. Another buzz and you were responding to Billy again, your face getting angrier the longer the back and forth messaging went on.

“I’m sorry, that was rude,” you said, tossing your phone on the table. “Let’s put the movie on.”

You got comfortable against Bucky, ignoring the buzz of your phone. The texts didn’t stop coming in and you tried your best to ignore it and pay attention to the movie but Bucky could clearly see you were upset.

“You can answer that if you need to.”

“I really don’t want to. Billy’s so concerned about wasting money on tickets, not once has he even mentioned the fact that I’m sick. Did he not get my messages?”

Bucky bit his tongue, not wanting to say something he might end up regretting, especially if this isn’t the end of you and Billy like he hoped. Why would he hope that? He’s dating now. Or at least he thought he was.

He cancelled his date with Bobbi tonight without hesitation, just so he could take care of you. She seemed cool about it, asking if he was free tomorrow and Bucky agreed to another date but the longer you stay curled up beside him the less interest he has in wanting to see anyone.

The warmth of your body against his lulled Bucky into a deep sleep. It wasn’t the most comfortable, slumped on the couch in a mostly sitting position but he didn’t want to move, not when you had fallen asleep before him. You were exhausted from everything you went through so your sleep was more important to him than the cramp that developed in his neck overnight.

You woke up, slowly opening your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them as you realized you weren’t in your bed but on the couch resting your head against Bucky. You watched the rise and fall of his stomach through the soft sweater he wore, the one that most certainly left tiny marks on your cheek from leaning against it.

Looking up at Bucky you smiled at the way his head was tilted to the side, eyes shut peacefully as small puffs of breath left his mouth. You thought about everything Bucky had done for you, what was supposed to be a simple task of dropping off ginger ale and crackers turned into his whole day being rearranged just to take care of you.

You wanted to do something nice for him in return, it’s something you’ll have to think about when your head’s not as light as it feels. Slowly you begin to sit up, taking a few sips of Gatorade from the bottle that was left on the table. You feel… better but still not great.

It’s daring but you aim to eat two crackers, hoping it won’t set off your stomach. It was grumbling with hunger but you knew better than to give in with actual food even though you were craving pancakes.

After sitting up for a while you didn’t think you felt dizzy anymore so you got up slowly. You felt the weakness in your legs as they carried you across the room but at least your trip to the bathroom was normal. A regular pee was a lot better than everything else that came out of you yesterday.

“G’morning,” Bucky said mid-yawn as you opened the door, seeing his sweater rise up to reveal a sliver of his toned stomach as he stretched his arms out.

“Morning Bucky.” You smiled as you made your way beside him again, reaching your arm across his stomach as you settled back against him, nuzzling your head on his chest.

Bucky loved this but absolutely hated that he needed to use the bathroom and therefore ruin the way you cuddled up against him. “I’m sorry doll. I’ll be quick,” he said, rushing up off the couch.

Doll. You liked that nickname. It was a little on the old fashioned side but it was endearing. Billy called you babe which was fine and all but it definitely didn’t have the same effect as doll. The thought of Billy made you roll your eyes. You would have to speak to him today but you really didn’t want to.

“Alright, where were we?”

Bucky’s voice rang out as he opened the door, walking back towards the couch. He moved his neck from side to side to crack it before he sat down again, letting you cozy up to him.

“How’re you feelin’ today?”

“Better. I think I might try some rice later.”

“Just let me know and I’ll make it.” There was no hesitation in his offer, just pure tenderness in wanting you to get better.

The morning was spent cuddling on the couch until Bucky’s stomach began grumbling worse than yours. He got up to make himself something while you insisted you weren’t ready for anything more than crackers and ginger ale yet.

“I’m gonna take your garbage out and head home for a quick shower. You think you’ll be okay? I’ll be quick.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks Bucky.”

He was thankful you didn’t tell him not to come back. You seemed much better than yesterday and you probably didn’t need him but Bucky really didn’t want to leave. Sure he had work to do but this was more important. He wouldn’t have been able to get you off his mind anyway so he might as well be useful.

During Bucky’s absence you debated talking to Billy, knowing it would probably end up in a fight but you didn’t have the strength to do that yet. Besides, you hadn’t done anything wrong so there is no need for you to be chasing him down.

With the little energy you had you decided to freshen up. While splashing your face with some water you noticed the broken blood vessels in your eyes, the result of straining so much to throw up. Fun stuff.

It was a bit of a struggle to get undressed and changed into new pajamas and you had to lay down in your bed before the room stopped spinning. Thankfully Bucky had come back and was able to help you.

He handed the glass of Gatorade to you, rubbing slow circles of comfort on your back that seemed so natural for him.

“You need to eat something Y/N. Think you’re up for some rice now?” he asked softly, gazing at you with concern as he awaited your answer. You gave a simple nod and Bucky leapt up to get it started.

The burn of tears rushed to your eyes as you thought about Bucky. He was so eager to make sure you were okay, taking out your garbage that was filled with various bags full of vomit without hesitation, spending every minute of his weekend just to take care of you. He even cancelled a date.

Something inside your stomach twisted at the thought of Bucky actually dating someone. It’s not like him sleeping with someone was a surprise to you but apparently in the last month you’ve drifted apart from him, unaware he had started to date people instead of just sleeping with them. You’re not so sure why this makes you feel so… well, you’re not really sure how you feel about it but you know you feel something.

None of this should matter though. You have been dating someone for two months. Someone you thought you loved but this past weekend has taught you a lot about Billy. Not only has his change in demeanor put you off but the fact that he hasn’t shown any concern for you over this weekend really makes you want to end your relationship.

Bucky happily brought over a small bowl of white rice. There wasn’t much in there to begin with but you could only manage a few teaspoons before you had to stop. The worst part of it all is that you were so hungry but you really couldn’t eat much, and certainly couldn’t chance upsetting your stomach anymore no matter how badly you wanted to shovel the rice down your mouth.

The afternoon was spent on your couch again, cuddled up against Bucky as you continued to watch movies. His arm was around your shoulder and occasionally you felt his hand rub up and down over the curve of your arm. You smiled against him, letting yourself enjoy however long you could have Bucky like this.

In the back of your mind you thought about him dating again. Whoever he ends up with would be the luckiest girl ever, to have someone as kind and caring as Bucky take care of them as he has been with you. You chew on your bottom lip remembering the shared kiss on New Year’s Eve. Yeah, it was safe to say you would be completely jealous of any girl that ends up with him.

While attempting to have a little more rice you watched Bucky respond to his phone that had gone off a few times. It was hard not to glance over at him, imagining what pretty girl he was probably talking to.

What you didn’t know was Bucky was talking to a girl, Bobbi, cancelling the plans they had rescheduled for today. He didn’t bother to reschedule again and Bucky knew it was stupid not to but somehow the weekend he’s spent on your couch made him lose all enthusiasm for dating someone. Logic tried to reason with him, remind him that you were in a relationship but it was hard to deny the way he felt about you, how he’s been feeling for a long time now.

Bucky can’t stop staring at you, watching as you finish up the rice from earlier. He’s hated seeing you in pain but being able to help you this weekend has been such an honor.

As the sun set you realized you were not at all prepared to go back to work tomorrow. You probably could use another day off but since you weren’t throwing up anymore you wanted to at least give it a shot. Besides, Tony had been relying on you a lot recently with the logistics of getting The September Foundation prepared and you didn’t want to disappoint anyone.

“I need to take a shower.” As you stood up you felt a little dizzy and Bucky had his arms around you just in case. After a moment of a few deep breaths you felt a little better. “I’m okay,” you assured him.

Bucky didn’t quite believe that so he poured more Gatorade and handed you the glass.

“I’m not leaving you.” Bucky wiped his hand down his face realizing how forceful that sounded. “I mean, I won’t leave until you get out okay? I don’t want you to slip and fall or anything.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked just in case but now I feel like I’ve jinxed myself,” you joked. Having Bucky hear your vivid description of shitting was bad enough, you really didn’t want him to find you passed out in the shower.

Bucky lowered the volume of the TV to barely above mute, wanting to listen out for anything out of the ordinary. He heard the shower turn on and a minute later the curtain pulling as you stepped in.

A text from Sam pulled his attention away from listening and he opened the message, his jaw clenched as he scanned the photo attached. It was Billy, with his arm around another girl. She was short with dark hair pulled into a bun, dressed professionally and Bucky questioned if he was jumping the gun at thinking the worst. Maybe she worked with Billy or maybe it was his sister.

The next text that came through proved his theories wrong. Sam captioned the picture of Billy kissing the girl with “Asshole.”

Bucky: I’m with Y/N now. She’s been sick all wknd I don’t think she knows about this.

Sam: Do you want to tell her or should I have Wanda come by? She’s ready to rip his head off.

Bucky: So am I Bucky: Fuck. Bucky: idk maybe Wanda should talk to her?

There was nothing Bucky wanted more than to tell you what an asshole Billy was but he didn’t want to be accused of using it to his advantage in any way. Bucky would be there with everyone else to support you through this but as a friend only. You deserved better than Billy no matter who you ended up with.

“Bucky!”

The sound of your voice in distress makes him pop up from the couch. He runs to the door, fear coursing through his veins as he hopes you’re okay. Inside the steamy bathroom he finds your head poking out through the shower curtain, the rest of it pulled close to your body not to reveal yourself.

“I forgot to grab a towel,” you said, smiling. “They’re over there.” A bare arm slick with water points behind him and he grabs a towel from a shelf. “Thanks,” you said, taking it from him, watching as he nods awkwardly before shutting the door.

Bucky’s cheeks are flushed from the brief humidity and the sight of seeing you in the shower. Well, not that he saw anything but just the idea of it has his heart racing.

Ten minutes later and you were out of the bathroom, changed into new pajamas, these ones covered with a cute cactus print, brushing through your still wet hair.

Silence filled the room as you finished your post shower routine of putting on a variety of moisturizers and facial sprays and Bucky felt like he had overstayed his welcome. You were winding down even though it was still early, and truthfully he had a weekend’s worth of work to catch up on.

“So there’s more rice on the counter, plus an unopened bottle of ginger ale too, and if you need anything else you know where I live.” He chuckled uncomfortably at his bad joke. “Really though if you need me please call me okay? I’ll come running.”

He didn’t mean to sound so desperate but it was true.

“Thank you so much for everything Bucky.” You threw your arms around him for a hug, melting deeper into him as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Neither of you realized the other didn’t want to let go but you made the move to reluctantly pull apart. Bucky had spent his whole weekend doting on you, you didn’t want to force him to stay any longer.

Bucky smiled as he gazed upon you, the way your eyes shifted down before staring back up at him. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to your forehead and a surge of electricity went racing through you. His kiss lingered and the longer he made contact with your skin the more you wanted to press your lips to his.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said, walking away slowly towards the door.

Your heart was caught in your throat as you locked it behind him, letting out a deep, longing sigh, and the realization that you might have feelings for Bucky.

PART 15

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Terrigenisis (Part 2)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 3067

Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.

Part 1 

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A few weeks passed and you had settled into the routine of training, paperwork, and boredom whenever the rest of the team was on a mission. You had formed a quick bond with Wanda and the rest of the team was slowly letting you in. You were fluent in Sokovian. Natasha was helping you with Russian. Bucky was teaching you Romanian. 

It was Thursday and since the entire team was at the compound Steve declared it team dinner and game night. You were fairly quiet during dinner. The rest of the team bantered and laughed. During dessert, Steve had everyone write down a game and threw them all in a bowl. Being the hilarious person you are, you decided on Truth or Dare figuring it would be a fun way to learn about your new teammates. He walked over to you and asked you to pull one. 

“Alright, our game is… “ You look down at the slip of paper and see Truth or Dare, but it’s not your handwriting. Looking over at Steve, you snatch the bowl from him and look through the rest of the slips. 

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Steve asks. 

“All the slips say the same thing, Truth or Dare. Except one that says Monopoly.” You say. 

“Bruce, we are not playing Monopoly ever again!” Natasha smirks at him, “Wait! That means you wrote Truth or  Dare, too!”

You grin at her. 

“We’re going to play the adult, no holds barred version.” Sam says. 

"I second that!" Tony raises his hand.

“Then we need some drinks and comfy couches.” Natasha says and everyone moves to the common room. Tony goes to the bar and begins making drinks for everyone. 

"Who goes first?" Wanda asks, curling up beside Vision on one end of the couch. Natasha and Bruce curl up together. 

You take a seat on the couch and Bucky sits next to you. You give him a small smile. He's been teaching you a lot at the range and your aim was improving. Steve sits on the other side of you and Sam sits next to him. Clint takes a chair with a grin on his face.

"Sam, start us off!" Tony says.

"Alright!" Sam rubs his hands together and eyes everyone in the room before his gaze settles on you. "Newbie, truth or dare?"

"Let's start slow. Truth." You say, already feeling a little heat in your cheeks.

"I'll go easy on you for this first one. How old were you the first time?"

"Uhhhh... 20."

"20? Late bloomer?" Sam smirks.

"20 is not that old for that!" You laugh, "How old were you?"

"Oh, no. It's not my turn!"

"Right, okay. Natasha, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to let someone do a body shot off of you."

She turns to Bruce with a grin and Tony hands her a shot of whiskey. She settles the glass into her bra and straddles Bruce. He's grinning and bright red but takes the shot from her with his mouth and then kisses her. 

"Hot damn!" You say and giggle. Both Steve and Bucky look at you grinning. "They're so cute!" You whisper to them.

"Steve, truth or dare?" Natasha eyes the super soldier.

"Truth." Steve scowls at her jokingly.

"Do you like being called Captain in bed?" Natasha smiles wickedly.

"I don't mind pulling rank occasionally." Steve says as he turns red in the face. 

"O Captain, my captain!" Natasha teases.

"Sam, truth or dare." Steve says quickly. 

The game goes on and eventually circles back to you.

"Truth." You say avoiding the goofy and sexy dares that have gone around. 

"When was your last one night stand?" Vision asks.

"Never had one." You bite your lip awaiting the response. 

"What!?!" Natasha says. "Seriously? Never?"

"Nope."

"Wait, how old were you when you met Charlie?" Wanda asks.

"20." You say knowing exactly where this line of questioning was going to end.

"Was he your first?"

You just nod. Wanda squeals, "That's so sweet! How did you meet?" Natasha clears her throat and gives Wanda dagger eyes. Wanda's eyes widen and she looks at you sorrowfully, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"No, it's fine. I don't mind talking about Charlie. I was 20 and in college when we met. Saw this really cute guy at my rock climbing gym and he ended up coming over and climbing next to me. Charlie was super sweet and talkative and funny. We climbed and talked for 45 minutes and then he told me it was nice to meet me and left. Didn't ask for my number or anything and I was so bummed! So, two days later, I'm at my karate class and they are introducing a new instructor. Same cute guy from the gym. After class ended, he walked straight to me and asked me out. Said he’d been kicking himself for two days for not asking for my number at the gym. We dated for three years and then decided to get married while on vacation in Cancun."

"How long were you married?" Wanda asks.

"We were going on vacation to celebrate 8 years when it happened." You smile sadly. 

"I'm sorry." Wanda says.

"Thank you." You whisper. The mood in the room has sombered considerably. "So, anyway, that's why I have never had a one night stand. And so it's my turn to ask. Sam, truth or dare?"

"Truth." He smiles at you.

"Are you a boobs or a butt man?"

"I gotta say butt." Sam grins, "Tony, truth or dare."

"Dare." Tony says.

"Kiss the most beautiful person in the room." Sam smiles and holds out his arms jokingly. 

Tony simply lifts his hand to his face and kisses himself. "Too easy."

"That's not right, man." Sam scoffs.

"Truth or dare, Bucky." Tony smirks.

"Dare." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Why don’t you give the new girl a welcome kiss?" Tony grins.

Bucky turns to you and says, "Is that okay with you, Doll?”

“Sure, Bucky. Lay it on me.” You smile.

With a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks, Bucky leans over and kisses your cheek. You laugh as the team erupts in boos at Bucky’s chaste kiss. 

“No go!” Tony yells over the heckles of the others, “Give her a real kiss!”

Bucky leans over and whispers in your ear, “Should we show them what a real kiss looks like?”

You nod, grab Bucky by the shirt and pull him to you. He melds his mouth to yours and leans into you. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, concentrating on putting a show on for the group who cheers and yells encouragement. By the time you break apart, Bucky had leaned you so far back you were practically in Steve’s lap, who is red in the face. 

“That was definitely a real kiss.” You whisper to Bucky who chuckles and winks.

The game goes on for a while and drinks flow. Finally, everyone says good night and you head to your room. A knock on the door only a few minutes later and you let Wanda in. 

“I wanted to say sorry again for earlier. I feel like I was insensitive. Are you okay?” She asks in Sokovian. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t mind talking about Charlie. We were together for 11 years. He was a big part of my life. You weren’t being insensitive, you were just curious. Okay?” You reply. 

“Thanks. I’m just really glad I didn’t hurt you. So, ummm…” Wanda’s eyes were wandering. 

You smirked knowing exactly what she wanted to ask, “It was just a kiss.”

“Really? You don’t think maybe?” 

You just smile but a little blush starts to come to your cheeks. 

“Something is there! Tell me.” Wanda squeals.

“It was nothing really. I just haven’t kissed anyone in over a year. Damn, it felt good.” You laugh at yourself. 

“So, do you like him?”

“I’m not quite ready for that yet, Wanda. I mean, I just took my wedding band off three weeks ago. My life has been insane the past year. I don’t know if I’m in the right place for that yet.” You look at Wanda and she pulls you into a hug. 

“I understand.” Wanda says.

“I will admit that Bucky is hot. And, whoa, he can kiss.” You smile at Wanda who giggles.

“Yeah. Sleep well.” Wanda says as she leaves. 

“Night.” You say.

--

The next morning you get to the range for your daily lesson. Bucky wasn’t there yet so you pull out your favorite gun and begin practice rounds without him. You are checking your target after your first clip when Bucky walks in. 

“Hey.” You say with a smile. 

“Hey. Nice grouping. Your aim is improving.” He studies the target. 

“Thanks. I’ve got a good teacher.” You notice he seems nervous and wonder if the kiss last night is making him feel awkward. “I really appreciate all your help, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome.” He finally looks you in the eye and smiles. 

“We okay? After last night?’ You ask, feeling the need for reassurance. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “Now, reload. I want that grouping a little tighter this time.”

“You got it, Sergeant.” You smile and get back to work. 

--

At lunch time, you are in the kitchen making a sandwich. Your headphones are in as usual and you are lip syncing with the song playing. Suddenly, one of your earphones is taken out of your ear and you look over to see Bucky stick it in his own ear. 

"Thought I'd see what you're always listening to." Bucky smirks.

"Varies from day to day. Today's selection is classic rock." You finish making your sandwich as he listens along to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. The playlist shuffles to the next song, Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas. You smile at Bucky, "This is one of my favorites."

"You have interesting taste." Bucky chuckles.

"Oh, this is nothing. Your head would reel at some of my other playlists." 

"I'll have to steal one of your earbuds more often. Get acquainted with the musical tastes of our newest member." 

"I shall educate you thoroughly on the music of the decades." You joke as you move to the table to eat. Bucky joins you with his food and you chat as the rest of the team filters in. 

When he finishes, Bucky hands you back the earbud and says, "I look forward to my continued education."

You laugh, "You got it, Sergeant."

--

The team is sent on another mission and are gone for over a week. You continue to train, work with Redtail, take target practice, do paperwork, and try not to be bored out of your mind. As soon as FRIDAY tells you the quinjet is landing with the team, you sprint to them. Wanda is one of the first out and you embrace her. 

“I’m so glad you’re back. How did it go? Is everyone okay?” You rush your words, happy to see her.

“It went fine. Everyone is okay.” Wanda smiles, but looks tired. “I think we are all exhausted, though.” 

“I hear you. Let me know if you need anything.” You move on and welcome back the rest of the team. Fist bump with Sam, a side hug with Nat, a smile for Vision, you greet each one of them. When Steve and Bucky are the last to exit, you hug them both. “I’m glad you guys are back. Ya good?”

“Yeah, doll, tired.” Bucky says. 

“Everything went according to plan. I think everyone is exhausted.” Steve says. 

“I’ll take care of dinner tonight. Everybody could use a good meal. Go rest up for a while, guys.” You pat them each on the arm. 

“Thanks.” Steve says as he and Bucky head in. You follow behind and go to the kitchen to begin dinner prep. 

After dinner that night, you go outside to check on Redtail and Sam joins you. You pull out an extra falconry glove for him and he grins. 

“You think she’ll come to me?” Sam asks.

“I’m pretty sure she will. She likes you.” You warg into Redtail and ask her to come.

Redtail lets out a caw as she soars out of her dogwood tree and down to Sam’s outstretched hand. She immediately begins chittering at Sam and leans into him. 

“Bring her head closer to you. She won’t hurt you.” You guide him. 

Sam brings Redtail closer to his face and Redtail rubs her head against his cheek. A display of affection you’ve only ever seen her do with you. “Hey there, Redtail.” Sam croons at the bird.

You laugh delightedly at Sam’s reaction. “You should go flying with her one day. I bet it’d be amazing.”

“Next time I do a test run I’ll let you know.” Sam says as he pets Redtail’s chest. 

You reach out for Redtail and she climbs onto your glove. “Hey sweet girl.”

“How long have you had her?” Sam asks. 

“She’s been with me about eight months now. I found her shortly after she lost her mate. I think we kinda bonded over that.” 

“What happened?” 

“Red-tailed Hawks mate for life. Hers was shot down as they were building their nest.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam says to Redtail. “And for you. I can’t imagine. It seems like you’ve been through a lot, but you, uh, you never seem angry about it.”

“Oh, I am sometimes. I don’t know. I just keep thinking it’s gonna get better. It has to level out at some point.” You say sadly. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Sam puts a hand on your arm. 

“I know. It’s okay. We all know about loss. Just some of us more than others. I feel, uh, selfish when I compare my losses to Steve and Bucky’s. They lost their whole world.”

“Doesn’t make what we go through less painful.” Sam says.

“Gives it some perspective, though.” You nod and Sam returns it. 

“You’re a pretty cool chick.” Sam smiles.

“Thanks, Sam. You’re a pretty cool guy, too. I’m glad we’ve become friends.” You turn to Redtail still resting on your arm. “And I’m glad we’re besties.” You say booping your head to hers and then lifting your arm. Redtail takes flight and you watch her for a few minutes as she makes graceful loops. 

“Well, since we’re friends. That kiss with Bucky, huh?” Sam smirks.

“It was just a kiss, Sam. A dare.” You laugh. 

“Really? It looked pretty intense”

“Really. We were just putting on a show. Besides, I doubt I’m his type.” You scoff.

“Why would you say that?” Sam raises an eyebrow. 

You roll your eyes at him and walk inside. 

“Oh, no, you aren’t getting away that easily.” Sam strides up beside you. 

“Kinda out of my league, don’t ya think?” You laugh.

“No. So, you do like him?” Sam says.

“I mean he’s hot, but is there an Avenger who isn’t?” 

“That includes you.”

“I’m not an Avenger yet.”

“You’re still hot.”

“Flirting with the new recruit, Sam?” Steve appears as you and Sam enter the elevator. 

“Just letting her know that she’s on the same hotness level as the rest of the team. Right, Steve?” Sam smirks.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve says as a tinge of pink creeps into his cheeks. 

“See?” Sam says triumphantly. 

“Paint a guy into a corner, Sam. What else could he say?” You give Sam a look. 

“What? No! You’re beautiful!” Steve says emphatically.

You stare at him for a moment surprised by his vehemence. Licking your lips, you say, “Uh, thanks, Cap.” And swallow thickly.

“Uh, yeah, I mean. You are. You’re beautiful. You shouldn’t doubt that.” Steve says. The air is suddenly thick between the two of you and Sam’s head swivels back and forth watching you both. You give a pink-cheeked Steve a small smile before he straightens and stares a hole through the elevator doors. 

You sneak a glance back at Sam who has a gleeful expression across his face as he looks at Steve. You have a feeling Steve isn’t going to live this little encounter down for quite some time. 

--

A few days later, you are loitering in the common room when you decide you should check in with Redtail. You warg but immediately drop it when your mouth fills with the taste of oil and blood. “Ugh!” You exclaim heading to the kitchen and snatching a glass of juice out of Steve’s hand to take a long drink. 

“Uhhh… okay?” Steve and Bucky are staring at you like you have lost your mind. 

“I’m so sorry!” You cough a little. Your stomach is churning. “I warged into Redtail and she had apparently caught herself a snake. I’ve never caught her eating before and I could taste it. It was disgusting!” You laugh at yourself and how ridiculous it sounded. Steve and Bucky are chuckling too which makes you feel better. “I’ll fix you another glass.”

“Thanks. What other animals have you warged?” Steve asks.

“Um, cats, dogs, a horse, a goldfish. That was funny. For a watery creature they are airheads. Lots of birds. They’re my favorite. Emu was funny. They're fighting crazy...” You list a few more animals and the guys are chuckling at your descriptions. 

“And you can’t do this with humans, right?” Bucky asks. 

“No. It’d be nice, though, right. Just take over the target and have them deliver themselves to you?” 

“Make our jobs a lot easier.” Steve smiles. 

“Speaking of the job, any idea on a timeline for me?” You knew Steve was sizing you up everyday at training. “I’m not trying to push. But paperwork sucks.” You laugh lightly. 

“Yeah, it does.” Bucky agrees. 

"It's only been a few weeks." Steve says.

"I know. I'm not asking for a pass. Just a timeline. Some goals, markers, something. I'm a planner, Steve. I need a plan." Self-deprecation evident in your voice.

"Okay, I get that. Let me work some things out and we'll talk." He says.

"Thank you." You smile. "That'll really help me."

"You're a planner?" Bucky chuckles.

"Yeah. I like to have goals. Things to work towards. I mean, I'm okay with spontaneity, but limbo sucks." 

“That’s the truth.” Bucky smiles at you. It looks like he’s about to say something more but then he turns back to Steve.

Part 3

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