#so there's a chance joke is still drunk from a very late night out. like. theoretically

[itwoodbeprefect]

shout out to joke, pran's fifth year peer mentor who only makes one (1) extremely hilariously not sober appearance and is never mentioned before or after he goads pat into making a big romantic scene on those architecture department stairs for no reason, giving pran a very loud unambiguous affirmation that pat knows and loves him and allowing pat to roleplay his dream of publically asking for pran's hand. joke, a true day drinking ally! he knows just when to show up out of nowhere, how to sternly direct some gay dramatics without falling down the stairs, and when to disappear into thin air. gotta respect that kind of skill

[sugawarassoulmate]

no nut november - nov 20

they put up a good fight but still couldn't make it...

(peachy had a very busy month so we're gonna ignore that this is late bc she wanted to finish it 😤)

farmer!ushijima & best friend!iwaizumi

word count: 330 & 531

cw: fem!reader, fingering, mutual masturbation, dubious consent (ushi and reader are drunk), infidelity (kind of), minors dni

farmer!ushijima

it might just be the alcohol in ushijima's veins telling him this isn't a bad idea but you're looking pretty in the dimly lit alley

he doesn't drink often but he'd thought he'd treat himself for a few at the bar after harvesting the last of his fall crops

it was a good season, one that exceeded his expectations, leaving him completely prepared for the cruelty of winter

you were already two shots in when you saw him, quickly challenging him to a drinking game and, uncharacteristically, ushijima accepted

and now the two of you are pawing at each other behind the saloon, ushijima's fingers already down your pants

and his fingers are so thick, filling you up more than your smaller digits would ever allow

"toshiii," you groaned, humping against his hand

you completely forgot about the stupid bet you made with your friends on a visit to the city last month

you were sure you could last the whole 30 days - you were single and aside from the occasional flirty jokes with a usually oblivious ushijima, there wasn't anyone else you were interested in

but now you're reaching into his jeans to pull his cock out

you're both gasping and breathing heavily into each other's mouths, desperate to get off

it feels nice to have ushijima, a massive, stoic man, groan with every flick of your wrist

you want him to cum first but once his thumb starts circling your clit, you don't stand a chance

even in the pleasure of your orgasm, you have enough sense to take care of ushijima, stroking him as the bliss racks through your body

within a few seconds, you can feel the warmth of his cum coating your hand

the two of you clean up as best as you can when ushijima mumbles, "sorry that you lost your game."

you can't help cracking up, finding it hilarious that he remembered the drunken conversation the two of you had earlier that night

best friend!iwaizumi

"uh huh," iwaizumi says, mindlessly tapping away at his controller. "no, you're so right, i can't believe he did that."

you're calling him again to complain about your boyfriend again

it was some stupid argument about whose family you were spending thanksgiving with - iwaizumi couldn't really care

"and then he just tells me to 'do whatever i want,' can you believe that?" you scoff

"no that's terrible, such a dick move," iwaizumi drones on, all of his focus on the game he's playing at the moment

every other week, you call up iwaizumi to have the same conversation with him - how much your boyfriend pissed you off and you want to break up

and, being the good friend that he is, iwaizumi lends his ear to listen (and his dick to comfort you after a breakup)

"i'm so done, he can spend thanksgiving alone. and the rest of his life for that matter," you huff but your threats hold no weight when the two of you are constantly getting back together

"can i come over? i don't want to be alone..." you ask after a few beats of silence

without thinking, iwaizumi agrees and you quickly end the phone call with a "okie dokie!! see you soon!"

it doesn't hit him for a few minutes but he suddenly remembers that he, oikawa, matsukawa, and hanamaki were doing that stupid no nut november thing again

you and your boyfriend seemed to be doing fine the whole month so and it wasn't like iwaizumi had any other prospects - not that he wanted any

but with you coming over (and being freshly single) there was no way he'd be able to keep his streak going

but iwaizumi is more disciplined than that and the two of you have been friends way before this weird....arrangement went down

he knows how to keep it in his pants and he can resist you no matter how hard you try

iwaizumi hajime is an idiot

it took less than half an hour for his dick to end up inside you

"fuck, haji, just like that!"

it was so embarrassing—your panties pushed to the side and iwaizumi's sweats scrunched only halfway down his legs

neither of you had enough patience to actually take the other's clothes off, like the moment was fleeting and could be ripped away at any time (and most of the time it felt that way)

"feels good? that's why you keep coming back, huh?" he grunts, pulling you into a kiss

you bite your lip, not wanting to admit that he was right but iwaizumi pins you to the mattress, plunging his cock deeper inside your cunt, forcing guttural moans from you

"not gonna admit it? that's fine, i already know, baby," he says, laughing when you cum around him

he follows soon after, not bothering to pull out cause he knows you enjoy the feeling of him filling you up

iwaizumi rolls off of you, taking a second to stare up at the ceiling. he knows the others will rip into him when they find out

reaching for his phone, he decides to get it over with before he helps you clean up.

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[heartkyeom]

perfect timing

chwe hansol x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

tag list: @weakforsvt @junhui-recs @rasparagus @just-here-to-read-01 @baekhyunstruly @enhacolor @yourfavoritefreakyhan @todorokiskitten

warnings: best friends to lovers, mentions of female anatomy, oral sex

notes: hi remember that valentine's thing I made y'all vote on? yeah this is that! this is two weeks late but ... she's still cute! I hope you enjoy it

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Vernon mumbles.

“You paused the movie,” You smack his chest lightly before turning your head back to face the screen.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He chuckles and finds the remote on his side of the couch and unpauses it quickly. 

You were both typically able to keep your annual Valentine’s Day movie nights lighthearted, and tonight was no different. You would both choose an iconic romantic comedy to watch with tons of snacks and, as you got older, plenty of alcohol to help you process the absurd plot lines and outdated jokes. 

For years, it helped distract the both of you from the suffocating corniness of the holiday. It originated as a way to forget your high school exes that managed to break both of your hearts right before Valentine’s Day in junior year. 

Now, it serves as a chance to set aside your responsibilities to spend quality time with each other. 

As the movie crawls on, you both get progressively more drunk until you’re only paying attention to each other. 

You’ve somehow sat yourself on his lap, pulled against his chest with his arms wrapped around your middle. 

The sensation of his fingers rubbing against your hand with his breath lightly fanning your neck leaves you far more relaxed than you originally intended. 

“Fuck,” You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You ok?” That raspy voice of his doesn’t help at all, sending butterflies straight to the pit of your stomach.

It’s moments like this where you’re certain that you’re in love with your best friend. 

You can avoid confronting those feelings most times when you’re not thinking too hard about it, but when you remember the intimacy that’s worked its way into your relationship over the years, it becomes hard to ignore.

You’ve cuddled with him endless times, but this feels unlike anything you’ve done before. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You shake your head to attempt to force the thought out of your mind. 

“Doesn’t sound like it,” He scoffs. 

“The movie’s almost over, we can talk about it then,” You deflect once again.

“Okay,” You’re grateful that he leaves it alone, focusing his attention back to the screen. You weren’t exactly lying, you knew there were only a few scenes left even in your intoxicated state. 

The final kiss plays on screen and your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You were so close to admitting the truth that it almost left you feeling sick. 

Once the credits roll, he pauses the movie and calls your attention with a gentle hand on your hip. You reluctantly turn around in his grasp and he immediately picks up on your discomfort. 

“It’s okay, love. It’s just me,” His voice lowers to invite you to share. His eyes are so forgiving, that nickname was reserved only for the moments where he needed to be vulnerable with you. 

“I love you,” You say it without thinking. His face remains unchanged.

“I love you too, what’s the matter?” He asks, slightly oblivious to your tone of voice.

“No, Vernon, I love you,” You emphasize quietly, “and I have for a long time.”

“Oh,” He goes quiet. You’re always nervous watching Vernon contemplate his thoughts. He’s always been quite expressive, so seeing him process your statement starts to plant seeds of doubt in your mind.

It’s worse knowing that he’s tipsy as well, but it doesn’t seem to impact his train of thought very much when he locks eyes with you.

“Well, I really love you too,” He offers his hand to you, you grab it without hesitating. He fights a smile, but gives in once he sees your reaction, a mix of surprise and relief that he finds incredibly endearing. 

 “I didn’t think we’d ever get to tell each other that,” He avoids your eye contact with a short smile before looking at you again.

Of course, you’ve both said I love you to each other countless times, knowing that your love for each other has been evolving into something so distinct and fulfilling. It’s often unspeakable, laid out in spontaneous late night road trips, deep talks, holding each other accountable for your individual fuck ups, and countless other events that have kept your heart full.

“Me neither. Sorry it took me so long,” You admit sheepishly. 

“Well, you were brave enough to actually tell me, so don’t worry about it. I was probably just gonna die without saying anything.”

“Vernon, come on,” You try to laugh it off with a playful hit to his chest.

“I’m serious,” He insists, adjusting you on his lap by tightening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. It’s as if your dynamic shifted in an instant.

“I just always figured there would be someone else for you,” He sighs. He wasn’t exactly wrong, seeing as you’ve been in multiple relationships since you’ve first met. Since the last one ended only a few months ago, you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that these people were merely a stand-in to avoid thinking about being with Vernon. 

“That’s fair, but I always wanted you,” You affirm.

“Always?”

“Yes, shockingly, even when you had that weird middle part,” You recall his old hairstyle to his chagrin.

“You’re so mean for bringing that up,” He laughs and traps you in his arms further, pulling you into his chest until you fall on top of him.

“I’m sorry,” You giggle uncontrollably and surrender to his hold, causing him to lay you flat against the couch underneath him. Your mutual tension leaves him hesitant to touch you, but his hands eventually cup your cheeks and it already leaves you flustered. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans closer to your face, finally confronting you with the scene that you’ve dreamt of for ages. 

Vernon is going to kiss you and it’s completely real, the fanning of his breath against your lips brings you back to reality. 

You nudge your chin up slightly and it’s enough for him to close the gap between your lips, pressing against you gently. You can barely register it at first, but the taste of him leaves you breathless. 

You instinctively let him take the lead as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, gladly accepting him with a tilt of your head. He swallows the moans that you let out, absentmindedly moving his hand down until it settles underneath your shirt, resting on your breast. He gently rolls your nipple underneath his finger, forcing your head away from his mouth with a quiet whimper.

“Vernon, don’t tease,” You whine pathetically. He retreats his hand from underneath your shirt and chuckles at you.

“Feeling desperate, love?” He teases you yet again, rubbing your hip with a quiet ease. You can only nod and adjust yourself underneath him, your brain can barely catch up to the desire of your body.

“Let’s take care of that then.”

--

“Fuck, Vernon,” You moan wantonly, eyes falling shut at the sensation of his mouth on your clit. Your energy is steadily waning, but Vernon’s stamina has kept you in the saddle longer than you expected. 

Your escapades had made it to his bedroom, and he wasted no time spreading your legs open to access your dripping cunt. Your first orgasm was explosive, you held his head against your entrance despite how painfully good it felt. 

His tongue doesn’t hold back as it prods your entrance without stopping, giving you no time to pull back.

You can already feel your second orgasm building in your stomach, and you let yourself whine louder than before. 

He raises his head and moves his thumb to your clit, massaging it faster than you could process.  “Come on, baby, you can give me another one,” He mumbles, keeping his eyes focused between your thighs. 

“I’m so close,” You whine with a hint of exhaustion in your voice. Vernon senses the tension in your voice and places two fingers inside you without warning, forcing a guttural moan from the back of your throat.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, his fingers working you open steadily while his other hand keeps your clit stimulated.

It’s a perfect storm, letting you whine louder and louder until you can’t stay quiet anymore.

“I’m gonna cum, please,” Your voice tapers off into a whine, you can barely focus on anything except the heat pooling between your legs and the sensation of Vernon’s touch against your skin. 

“Cum for me, beautiful,” He encourages you and it’s only a few more moments before you let go completely, cumming hard around his fingers as your back arches slightly off the bed. 

“Shit,” You slowly come to your senses and notice that Vernon is working you through your orgasm, fingers slowing down until you’re twitching underneath him.

You take a few deep breaths with your eyes closed before looking at him again. He seems willing to let you recover as long as possible, rubbing his hand gently on your thigh to slowly revive you.

“You were perfect,” He kisses the spot on your thigh that his hand has been protecting and slowly makes his way toward your face. 

“You think so?” Your brain is still foggy enough that you can only question your surroundings.

“Of course, you’re always perfect,” He seems nonchalant, but the way his fingers gently rub your cheek says otherwise. He’s fully lying next to you now, his head propped up by his hand. 

“Wanted you to fuck me, but I’m tired,” You rub your eyes as if to emphasize it and he helps you sit up, adjusting your pillow to prop your head up.

“We can do that tomorrow morning,” He giggles and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Promise?”

“I promise, now let’s get cleaned up, sleepyhead,” He eases you up completely off of the bed and leads you through your nighttime routine.

It’s different now, knowing how often he’s seen you do parts of it, but still knows the entire thing by heart and makes sure you don’t miss a single step. He finds your favorite shirt of his for you to wear to bed, internally knowing that his lingering scent will keep you relaxed. 

By the time you’re out of the bathroom, he’s made sure that you’re both completely sobered up. Once you’ve settled back into bed, you indulge him with some pillow talk that feels more natural than you expected.

Eventually, he lets you cuddle up to him before settling on his back. You’re nearly asleep when you hear him mumble into your ear.

“I love you.” 

You fall asleep knowing for certain that he’s the love of your life, and it’s not a question that the feeling is mutual.

[greazyfloz]

10 call me when ur sober w drysdale!

Angst: 10. "Call me when you're sober" w/ Jamie Drysdale

Immature

Jamie just turned 21, and every weekend since we’ve been going out to the bars. It was fun at first but Jamie gets really goofy to the point He is just childish. I honestly never got really upset about it because he could turn into an angry drunk instead, he’s just very immature.

Some of the things he says, are questionable, or their jokes that end up hurting my feelings slightly. Tonight we are all sitting at the bar table, and Jamie begins telling them a story that involves some pretty dirty details.

“Jamie no“ I say, as he Continues with the story, and he looks at me

“why babe it’s funny“ he laughs out, taking a swig of his beer, “ random parking lot she just took her pants off”

All the guys are laughing when I shake my head covering my face, “Jamie, stop”

“it’s okay” he laughs again, “they’ll think it’s funny”

“Jamie, you’re embarrassing me”

“we all have slutty moments“ he says, referring back to a story

“what is that supposed to mean?” I ask him as at this point I was embarrassed to the point that I was getting angry with him.

“you were kind of a slut” he says laughing, but I he can tell that I’m not laughing, “it’s okay I liked it”

The rest of the guys at the table saw that I was angry, and stopped laughing, and just looked between Jamie and I. One of the boys excuse himself from the table, and the rest followed, leaving Jamie and I there.

“babe don’t be a buzz kill” Jamie says, watching his friends leave the table

“I’m too sober for this and you’re too drunk, call me when you’re sober” I say as I got up, knowing this is going to turn into a fight.

“fine I’ll see you later then“ he says, is slightly hurt, my feelings that he didn’t wanna resolve it now. but I’m glad he didn’t in a public place.

“no I’m going home. To my apartment” I say walking out of the bar, then down to my apartment. I typically stay at Jamie and Trevor’s even when they’re out of town. we were almost at the stage where I was completely moved into his and I would sublet my lease to someone. But it’s nights like these where we getting stupid fights I’m glad I still have my apartment.

The next morning, I woke up to over 20 text messages and missed calls from Jamie. I skim through the messages and they all basically say the same thing about how he’s sorry he didn’t mean to embarrass me or hurt my feelings. I decide to call him even though I know he still asleep since it is pretty early and he had a late night. the phone only rings it once or twice before he picks up.

“Hey Y/n, I’m so sorry. You were right I shouldn’t of said anything like that about the personal stuff between us. and I’m sorry I called you a slut. I really didn’t mean it in a bad way, but I know I shouldn’t of said it at all. please come back sleeping in his bed without you so weird and I hate it.” he says before I even got a chance to say hi

“ I know you’re sorry. But Jimmy, every time you drink, you act so childish. I’m not your mother I’m your girlfriend and if this is going to work, you’re gonna have to listen to me when I tell you that you’re drinking too much. And in last nights case, if you are embarrassing, me with personal stuff, you need to stop when I tell you to stop”

“I know, I promise you with every ounce of my being that I will never ever embarrass you like that again. And I promise you I didn’t finish the story after you left”

“good, I’m glad you finally listen to me after I left”

“ yeah cause I didn’t want you to leave. Can you please come over I miss you.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll let you go to the doghouse” I say, with a little laugh, making him laugh along as well.

[paimonial-rage]

tipsy tales - anemo boys

synopsis: anemo boys and the types of drunk they are

characters: kazuha, venti, xiao, heizou, aether

notes: ranging from tipsy to asleep on your shoulder

Kazuha - Sleepy Drunk

You always had to keep an eye on him during the more rowdy nights on the Crux. Everyone knew very well Kazuha's penchant for trying new things and it became a thing to get him to have a drink or two. The wandering samurai was always so mature and calm that there was something endearing about seeing him look so young and defenseless. While your crewmates surely meant no harm and made sure to keep an eye on him, you took it upon yourself to stick by his side. Who knew if he'd stumble off the side of the ship on his way to sleep, after all? Honestly, you wished he would be more careful, but with the way he'd never fail to fall asleep on your shoulder with your name mumbled upon his lips, you couldn't bring it up within you to complain.

Venti - Happy Drunk

You always tended to lose yourself a bit when you drank with Venti. Singing in public, dancing in the arms of another, all things you would never normally do. But with him, it was hard not to. After a long day working as a knight, your legs would immediately take you in the direction of Angel's Share. And when Venti saw you take a step inside, he'd immediately call you over with a sparkle in his eyes. The night always started off slow with you both simply chatting about your day and interesting things you heard. But as the drinks started to come and go, the lyre was brought out and people clapped along. The laughing would get louder as the cheers more enthusiastic. It was so easy to forget your stresses on nights like that. And when you woke up in bed safely the next day, you could feel the motivation to go on.

Xiao - Quiet Drunk

There was only one night of the year Xiao allowed himself to take a break from his duties. He only told you why the third year after you took the position of tending to him at the Wangshu Inn. Due to the power of the evil spirits being the weakest on that particular night every year, Rex Lapis made him vow to take that day to rest. You really didn't think he'd accept when you took a chance and poured him a glass of huangjiu, yellow wine. But he took it, drank, and placed the cup in front of you for more. As you poured him cup after cup, you couldn't help but become mesmerized. The light of the moon bathed him in an ethereal glow as he watched the stars. Though his cheeks slowly flushed and his eyes became glazed over, he did not turn his gaze away from the night sky. When you left later that night, you couldn't help but wonder how such a beautiful person could also look so heartbreakingly lonely.

Heizou - Flirty Drunk

It was no secret that you and Heizou didn't get along. Being the up and coming prosecutor of the Tenryou Commission, you were forced to work in close contact with him. While he did do a good job, that didn't stop him from doing the most infuriating things like suddenly introducing new groundbreaking evidence he never informed you of on the stand. After every case, you'd often take your frustrations out on him at the celebration party. Of course, he always had something to say. "Aw c'mon, is it such a big deal I came late? You would've won anyway, even without that last piece of evidence!" Upon you disagreeing, his lips pulled back in a cheeky grin. "Oh? Are you saying that you needed me, Prosecutor? You know I'm always willing to spend more time with you if you enjoy my presence that much." If asked later, you'd vehemently claim the flush on your cheeks was due to the heat of the summer air and nothing more than that.

Aether - Talkative Drunk

While Aether was always in popular demand, you didn't really feel you knew that much about him. You always saw him chatting and joking around with Paimon, but the moment anyone came around, only Paimon would speak. You heard it was because he was still learning the language of Teyvat, but that assumption went down the drain the day you were invited to his teapot for dinner. While everyone there was chatting away and having a good time, you saw him pick up a glass of rice wine and take a sip. When he noticed you gaping at him with wide eyes, he smiled and pressed a finger against his lips. Later when he walked you back to your room, he laughed as he told you he's been old enough to drink for quite a while, but doesn't want to explain it to others. Then he got you laughing as he mentioned all the dumb things Paimon said and did that day. Next came his thoughts on the different people he's met and things he's experienced. It was only after you closed your room door behind you and hour and a half later that you realized... he has a really nice voice.

[bekaroth-reads]

Hey! I’m new to your blog, but i was wondering what you think wesker would be like as a husband throughout the years, maybe starting a year or two before the mansion. Thank you if you see this and have a wonderfull day or night!

[Listen, if there’s one thing we don’t half ass here, it’s the Albert Wesker content. So, I did a short list for every version of him that I could think of :) ]

[On another related note, it hurts my soul that there has been nothing but radio silence for Albert for about nine slutty, slutty years. The closest we’ve gotten were the cameo voice clips in Umbrella Corps. ,a gun named after him in seven, and HUNK talking to him in 2 remake in which we don’t even hear his voice. Capcom PLEASE!]

1990’s Wesker before the mansion incident

He would be a bit distant to be honest

All in when he is with you though

But he doesn’t want people from STARS and more importantly Umbrella to know about you

He knows that there’s too much danger for you to know anything bout his lifestyle or anyone from his life to know about you

This will translate with him loving being around you but, “having to work late” many nights as he wanted to be sure that there was no chance that you get involved

He knows that there’s even more of a chance of something happening to you as he is in the works of betraying Umbrella, STARS, and Birkin

So, basically there’s three different groups that would gladly hunt both of you down for sport (truth be told, he’s more concerned about Annette than he is about William)

Because of that your support, no matter how unknowing, is appreciated in his time of subterfuge

It feels like it’s just he and you against the world

Has a bit more of an ornery streak than most people think he would, but doesn’t know how to really express it

He has to kind of learn that he is no longer at the Umbrella Training program or a special ops police force and that at home most people don’t practically brutalize each other for a joke

In his defense, he doesn’t mean to

He just doesn’t realize his own strength

Goes to playfully hip check you and accidentally send you flying across the room

1990’s Wesker after the mansion incident

He would be a lot more emotionally distant than he was before

Getting back in touch with you and getting you out of Raccoon City would be his first priority

He knows there’s going to be a lot of bad things going down there soon

Partially because he’s going to cause some of them

Though he would be sure that you were with him again, he would be very quiet and withdrawn

He’s going through a LOT what with the reanimating and what not

That’s part of his reasons for trying to keep some distance from you as he’s not very sure what he is now and how he might start acting

He’s headed enough Umbrella projects that he knows that even though he feels fine at the moment, the there’s noting stopping his biology from freaking out somewhere in the next few weeks or so

To be honest, he would rather have you somewhere really far away from him rather than right here

But, seeing as Vladimir is searching for him and anyone that he could use to get to him, you have to stay right here

His playful side will be gone for a good while, and he’ll be a bit testy

But he’ll still want you around, not matter how much he might accidentally make it seem otherwise

Late 90’s Wesker (c. Code Veronica)

He’s much more at peace with who he is now

In fact, he rather enjoys all his new powers

And he loves to show them off to you too

While it might be good to see that he is back to his old self, there’s also something that’s a bit concerning that’s starting to emerge

It’s not enough that he didn’t die, or horribly mutate for that matter

He seems to be drunk on power and wants more

And while you were often assured that he wouldn’t be taking things overboard( rather more overboard than they have already gone) he suddenly told you that he was going to be away for a few months

Seeing as he was working for another sketchy bio company and in the process of starting his own operation by this point, free time isn’t really something that he has a lot of

So the only reason that he would ever need to go somewhere himself was if he planned on getting modified in some way again

He would call you any time that he could while he was away and make sure that you were still at the safe house that he had set up for you and that no one had tried to bother you

He has his playful streak back, but this time he’s a little rough on purpose

Thinks it’s funny when you stumble from something he does

But would never actually try to hurt you for real

He does go a bit back into his dower introspection when he comes back after those few months he talked about and half of his face burnt

Early 2000’s Wesker

Here’s the thing, you would either hardly see him or you would see too much of him

There will be times where he might be gone for a week to a month at a time as he is a very busy bio-terrorist during this time

He’s not only higher up in that organization now, but he’s also putting the finishing touches on dismantling Umbrella and taking all of the BOW data for his own purposes, and make sure that Ada Wong was on her way to Spain

But, when he does get to be with you again, he is going to be very possessive

The two of you will basically be connected at the hip, and there won’t be a single moment spent apart

At this point, it doesn’t matter if you ask him to stop adding more superhuman stuff because he has himself convinced that he needs it for both of you

He’s already starting to get the idea of world domination rather than just carving himself a little niche in the seedy places of the world

His other reason that he tells you and himself, whether or not it’s really true is he needs to be stronger so he can protect you better

He’s got himself caught in a loop where he gets more powerful, so people are more likely to go after him, so he gets more powerful, so people are even more inclined to go after him, and so on, and so forth

Whatever the case, your husband is starting to seem less and less human as time has gone on

Maybe there was something more going on with him than he thought initially

Not to mention he has mentioned more than once that it might be a good idea for you to get the same superhuman enhancers that he has

All because he wants the best for you, of course

2009 Wesker

There’s no denying at this point that this is most certainly not the man you married all those years ago

This guy is insane

A gentle insane to you, as what little sanity he has tells him that you are important to him

His new self translates that as you are the only other person in this world aside from him that in better than everyone else

The suggestions that you become super human turn into insistences

Now, it’s not like he’s going to sneak Ouroboros into your system while you’re asleep or something

But there’s a clear understanding that it will happen eventually, more likely sooner rather than later

Is super possessive of you by this point

He will have you with him all the time, and just lock you in a different room if he thinks things are getting too dangerous

By this point he literally thinks that he is a god, so there’s no need to doubt his ability to protect you no matter what

Speaking of which, he thinks he’s a god, so he knows what’s best for everyone, and that includes you

Again, he tells himself and you that it’s all for your good and that his moon goal here is still to protect you, even when it might not seem like it

Here’s the thing, if you aren’t for all of his, “total world saturation,” business and don’t want to be turned into a sticky, tentacle monster of some sort, then you’re only hope is going to be that Chris and Shiva get you away from him soon

If you are with him on everything, and you luck out and don’t have a visceral and violent reaction to the Ouroboros, then I hope you like volcanoes :)

Wesker c. 2013

He would be similar to how he was back in ‘09, but a bit more subdued

There’s nothing that will get someone to take it down a peg better than getting thrown into a volcano

He would be even more possessive and would quite literally make you disappear from the entire would except for him

This is partially because he can’t have anyone know that he’s still alive, but also because he knows that if he was out of the picture and someone knew that you were involved with him in any capacity then you would be hounded and watched for the rest of your life

So, as soon as he has the chance, he would fake your death and spirit you away to somewhere that only he knew about

Going with him being possessive, he would be even more paranoid than he was before, and would make sure that he was the only person that you saw, not only because he didn’t want anyone knowing that either of you were still alive, but also because he literally wants the be everything to you

Would be almost sickeningly sweet to you, to the point where it’s unnerving rather than nice

And it’s incredibly noticeable because of how vicious he is with literally everyone else

At this point he’s more monster than man, the various viruses and parasite mutations basically piloting his body, and running off of his base emotions

That’s why he’s so hell bent on gaining power, and in turn so possessive of you

All that gnawed up brain of his can process now is the fact that you were somehow important to him, and the thing pretending to be him tries to pantomime what it thinks husbands are supposed to do, which is not quite real enough or in Wesker’s original personality so it’s very uncanny valley

Like sometimes if you ask him something or maybe do something that mess under his skin, clawing at his brain doesn’t quite understand, he’ll basically dissociate for a moment while his internal spaghetti monster does a google search in his old memories to see what the correct reaction is

Even then there have been times where it pulls up the wrong one

And you will be seeing a LOT of him too

Now that he’s the one running everything, and that he’s being secretive and won’t be going out and doing much things himself, there will be plenty of times where he can just keep track of things from a few computers where ever the two of you are currently living

While he would still want you to get all of the progenitor virus related stuff that he has to keep you with him potentially forever, he’s not as pushy with it, as the turn of events in Africa a few years back are making him rethink his strategy on things, including that

Overall, a pretty lonely, yet fairly comfortable life other than the fact that your husband is one of the most wanted men in the world, and sometimes acts like he’s straight from an episode of the Twilight Zone with how uncanny he can be

[aph-fritz]

Hi! It's me again :)) I've been thinking about some requests, that I mentioned. And since it's December already, I wondered how Al and his s/o would spent ✨Christmas time✨ together. I imagined Alfred throwing a huge party or trying to do something big, and s/o being forced to help him out haha But, I'm also interested in their actions, when all the guests finally went home or just their alone time with each other<3

~❅ america x reader ;; christmas time!🎄~

~ ❅ x 🎄 ~

hiya again :D thanks sm for the request! i wanted to get this done before christmas so you all had something nice to read haha but i kinda failed. however... better late than never, right? i think an episode in hetalia had kind of already touched on this topic, but i'll do the best i can to make it super good! ~ ❅ x 🎄 ~

> the dude throws the biggest parties. he makes sure to invite live bands, sets up his entire home to fit the occasion, brings out some of the best foods in the world and supplies a major variety of alcohols. the dude doesn't hold back from making sure that his parties are unforgettable.

> alfred invites every country in the entire world to his parties. even peter, which honestly wasn't the best idea. all of his parties have a very high attendance rate. hell, even ivan came, but that's probably because he likes to scope out the area and learn more about countries he hasn't gotten the chance to meet yet.

> you would definitely be dragged into everything though. he'd try and get you to specifically set up all of the tables, gifts, and entertainment. he would be the one greeting everyone as they entered and making sure spirits stood high during the entire night.

> after everyone is all settled in and enjoying the party, alfred likes to mingle in with the guest. he makes sure they're all having fun and probably hops on the stage to tell his own jokes and lift spirits.

> christmas is one of the only times where alfred will actually go and get drunk. he isn't one of the biggest fans of drinking due to his past but he has felt a bit more comfortable having fun and letting loose with you around him > alfred buys everyone big gifts, even ivan. he doesn't mind the money, as long as everyone is happy honestly. however, he gets you the biggest gift. it's probably something fun and expensive, but this year he decided to get you a puppy! it definitely has a bow tied around it's neck. > the party last till around 1 am when alfred finally starts pulling away all of the food and paying off the bands. at the end of the party, he's chilling with arthur, francis, and matthew, slightly drunk but just reminiscing on old times. alfred will also take this opportunity to show you off to his friends, he's very prideful of you!

> when the party ends and everyone finally leaves, you and him would go cuddle up by his fireplace and share a cup of hot cocoa. both of you sported stupid looking sweaters but honestly it was kind of charming how he made little jokes relating to christmas, specifically dad jokes. > when all was said and done, alfred would have most likely passed out on the floor by the fire cuddled up next to you. your new puppy would have crawled by and huddled next to the warmth too, ensuring that everyone was safe on this comforting christmas night. ~ ❅ x 🎄~ i hope you liked this one too! i know it's a little late but i mean, the 26th isn't a bad date? it's a little shorter compared to my other but still nice none the less. i hope you enjoy! ~ ❅ x 🎄 ~

[flkmoresluvr]

All These Nights We're Spending ( Izzaxl Oneshot )

summary: Axl and Izzy drunkingly realize they have feelings for each other but both are scared and have no clue on how to go about it.

disclaimer: not proofread nor grammatically corrected. still very new to the whole idea of writing about the guns n roses members but i am trying my best. hope you enjoy!!!

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The two men stumbled on top of the apartment building, bottles of liquor in hand but neither were tipsy. At least they managed to convince themselves they weren’t but it was so obvious with how they could barely stand on their own two feet, clinging onto each other as they finally managed to reach the top. Plopping down against the side of the brick wall, unable to hold back the giggles that leave their mouths.

A slight breeze blew through, causing Axl to shiver. “Shit. If I knew it was gonna be cold, I woulda asked that hot blonde for her coat.” He sets the bottle of whiskey between his legs to wrap both his arms around himself as Izzy sits next to him, luckily with a coat on.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I can warm ya up.” Izzy says in a tone that tries to convince himself that he was just joking. Maybe it was the alcohol that’s got his feelings all jumbled up, has him feeling something for Axl. Something that goes way further than just two good friends who’ve known each other for years.

Axl laughs at his words and suddenly Izzy feels hurt, maybe he wasn’t joking after all. He takes a deep breath, slowly wrapping his arm around him and tugging him closer.

Izzy can feel Axl’s body tense up, he knows that he’s not used to physical touch. Especially not from one of his closest friends but Izzy was just trying to help. He uses his other hand to pick up the bottle of liquor and chug it. No longer feeling the familiar burn down his throat.

Seconds pass and Axl slowly melts into Izzy’s touch, he rests his head on his shoulder for a second. Only to see how it felt, see if it would relax himself even more and he was surprised it did. Physical touch was never his thing but there was something about Izzy that made him feel . . . at peace.

Axl is confused by the giddy feeling in the pit of his gut, surely it was the alcohol? Not a chance. He’s been drunk plenty of times and not one second did he feel this weird emotion, this was more like the one he felt when a woman would compliment him.

No, this wasn’t possible. He couldn’t feel this way towards his best friend, this was Izzy for crying out loud.

“What’s got you in deep thought?” Izzy says quietly, still drinking away on his bottle of liquor as Axl kept his head on his shoulder. Debating on pulling away but he enjoyed feeling the others warmth, then again he didn’t enjoy the troubled feeling in his gut.

“Uh . . . nothing. Just thinking about how I’m gonna get home.” Axl lied, his voice coming out as shaky and Izzy picks up on it but doesn’t point it out.

Instead, he says. “You can crash here, not a problem.”

Axl can feel the heat in his cheeks, he swallows slowly. “You don’t mind?” He’s not even sure why he said that, they have spent many nights at each other's place but this time would be different. Very different.

“Nope. Figured you were staying over when you agreed to drink with me.” Izzy laughs, his hand now moving up and down on Axl’s arm and the motion makes the giddy feeling come back again.

“We should head back down, It’s getting late and we have that thing with Duff tomorrow.” Axl breaks the silence, grabbing the bottle of liquor that was resting between his legs and standing up with the help of Izzy.

Izzy had better control of his balance, he gripped onto Axl tightly. Afraid that the other would fall over if he let go, then . . . Izzy notices the burgundy cheeks. His pupils dilated as he stared back at the other but his eyes lingered down to the redheads lips and how he has the sudden urge to kiss him.

It was abrupt. The kiss. Izzy’s lips were still coated with the liquor, now pressed against Axl’s nippy ones. For a second neither one of them knew what to do next, other than to enjoy the feel of their lips against one another but then it clicked. Izzy nudged his nose against the others and their mouths moved against each other in such a slow painful pace, his tongue grazing over the redhead's bottom lip.

Earning a small whimper from Axl, Izzy pulled him closer til his own back was against the wall. His hands placed directly on his sides and Axl still had his hand on the bottle of liquor that was threatening to drop any moment now but with his other, he gripped onto the coat that the other was wearing.

Their heartbeats in sync as their chests were pressed against each other firmly, both men panting heavily and without a single word, Axl pulled away. His cheeks flushed with swollen lips that were covered in not only the taste of Izzy but the liquor he was drinking.

Neither one of them knew what to do. Axl, standing there, his mind racing about the possibility of their friendship being over and Izzy, oh, he’s wanting to kiss him again.

But instead, he clears his throat and interlocks his arm with Axl’s arm, knowing that it wouldn’t be possible for either one of them to make it back downstairs to his apartment. “Let’s head back down.” He says casually, as if they never kissed.

And Axl’s heart is beating out of his chest, he slowly nods his head as they both begin walking down the stairs. It seemed longer to get down than it was for the time to get up here.

Izzy pushes open the door, eyebrows furrowed slightly after realizing that he forgot to lock it. He leads the redhead to the couch, grabbing the blanket that was tossed on the back and pulling it over Axl.

“I’ll be back, I gotta piss.” He mumbles, wandering off in the dark and stumbling to find his bathroom. Which he did without hitting the cold floor, once the door closed, Izzy ran his fingers through his hair and internally freaked out. How could he not? He crossed the line tonight, they both did and he wasn't exactly ready to talk about their future together tonight but he had to face Axl.

Izzy finished his business then tumbled back into the living room, turning on the tiny lamp on the side table to see better. "I . . . " He pauses mid sentence, glancing down at the redhead on the couch who is passed out. His head leaded back in an uncomfortable position with the blanket swallowing him whole and Izzy just shakes his head.

With a soft touch, Izzy places his hands under the others body to straighten him out on the couch and pulling the blanket back over him. His eyes examines his body, stopping at the boots that were still on his feet. Poor drunken mess didn't even bother to take his shoes off. He sighs, leaning down to take them off and tossing them towards the front door. If Axl even had a small ounce of memory about tonight, Izzy would expect him to be gone before he even woke up.

"There you go." Izzy quietly says to himself, patting the others leg gently. Now standing up, he walks over to the side table and shuts off the lamp. He pauses for a second, his eyes lingering over his best friend's unconscious body. A weird pang in his chest, this could be there last moments of being civil. As much as Axl wanted to kiss Izzy back, he knew himself that he would never be able to admit that he has feelings for him. Let alone another man.

"Goodnight, Axl."

[sussoro]

hi, we have questions for indi and yourself! for indi: 3, 30, 38. and for you: e, g, h. <3

hi, ri! i hope you're doing well 💖 i've said it to you already but, once again, sorry for the late reply (tumblr stop-eating-notifications challenge, lol).

ohohoh these are all such good questions! 👀 here you go:

3. "how do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking)?"

fun fact #1: indigo has always been a night owl, first and foremost, so she tends to go to sleep at ungodly hours (much to orion's dismay, sjksjk) if she ever goes to sleep at all. right after the breakup with seven and all that media shitstorm, she used to lull herself to sleep after spending the night at some club dancing, drinking, doing drugs, hooking up with strangers and trying to drunk text/call seven (not a great spectacle, tbh). i headcanoned that rowan — after witnessing a particularly bad rock-bottom moment — decided to help her in blocking seven's number and social media accounts. at present time, though, i'd say that indigo puts herself to sleep in a couple of ways: a) if she's not tired at all, she will take her notebook to write songs and whatever is going through her mind at that moment; b) fun fact #2: aside from singing, indigo loves dancing as well (she literally doesn't know how to stand still and how to not be a menace) so, when she is so tired that her brain is all fuzzy, she likes to watch dance practice videos on youtube to relax;

30. "who do they most regret meeting?"

her parents, lmao. jokes aside, i don't think she ever regretted meeting anyone (yep, not even seven). indi is a social butterfly and a very flirty gal by nature, so it's really easy for her to make friends and having one-night stands, the real problem is who will still be at her side through the good and the bad. as i said, she doesn't regret meeting seven but, if given the chance to do things differently, she probably would fight for him more/relish their relationship more before everything went down the drain (she won't take back the fact that she voted him out of the lead singer spot because, to this day, she feels like it was the right choice, marketing-wise).

38. "what memory do they revisit the most often?"

i think it's the night where her and seven got each other's initials inked on their inner wrists. it was the first of many tattoos for her and it was a very special moment (despite everything that happened, and the fact that indi is really petty, she didn't remove/conceal the tattoo).

e. "are they someone you would get along with? would they get along with you?"

honestly? i don't think so, sjkjsk. i am an introvert person, who literally has to psyche herself up in order to talk to people i don't know that well, and i usually prefer to listen to others instead of commanding a crowd with my talking. i genuinely believe that we could get along if we really wanted to, but we have very different lives and interests so it won't be an ever-lasting friendship, i'm afraid *squeaky noises*

g. "what trait of theirs bothers you the most?"

oh, the childishness for sure. i literally cannot stand people that are actual adults on paper, and then act like five years old children. i'd also say the unhealthy coping mechanisms (drugs + alcohol).

h. "what trait do you admire the most?"

indigo's social butterfly skills are something that i wish i'd have most of the times (i made my peace with being an introvert a long time ago, so no worries. it's mostly a "what's this? silence? c'mon brain, get your shit together and come up with some hilarious conversation topic!" type of thing, sjksjk). i'll throw in the "she can actually sing" bit too, lmao.

again, the gift of summary skipped me completely when i was born and, if you reached the end of this, i will be eternally grateful.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 14 - Subtle Invitations. Episode 2.

Congo: *It was late in the night, way past 2 am, everyone had passed the point of tipsy and the mood was higher than it had been the past 5 months. We were all gathered around a big bonfire I had made with the help of Blake and Daniel. Jenna had left about an hour ago alongside George that had offered her a ride home, as he was the only one still sober. But everybody else was still here, some more drunk than others. Among them my dear husband. The conversation between him and Daniel had reached the point of perversion. And Andy was claiming he were more horny than ever. Not that that's anything new coming from his mouth, so I normally take it lightly. The conversation seemed to take another turn when Andy suddenly jumped up from where he were sitting in the grass.*

Andy: *He grabbed a can of Coke, shook it violently and proclaimed out loud, so everyone was sure to hear it* I'm so fucking horny I get wet in my pants just by thinking of Gizmo's ass, and let's face it, he aint got any! But man I would love to just… *he Placed the coke between his legs, he popped it open, thrust his groin forwards twice and made the Coke splurt out, making it look like him cumming*

Sparkle: *Sent a high pitch laughter over the garden and slapped her thighs* OMG! 'Im gonna piss myself!! Gaby: *She chuckled softly* that's not nice

Gizmo: *Laughed warmly* Well it's true! I don#t have an ass. Or at least the one I have is pretty flat. *He made a cheering gesture with his beer towards Andy* Aaaii! Cheers man! And thanks for the compliment.

Andy: *Chuckled hoarse* Sure man! Cheers!

Congo: *I chuckled softly, my work was done, and now I had to take care of the drunken teenager I had created in the process. As I sipped my beer I couldn't help but notice Evan. He was very quiet, more than usual. Plucking grass with his hands while Seemingly annoyed by the conversation, trying his best to focus on something else. I wondered if I should drag him away a bit and ask him what was up, but before I could make my way to him, I noticed Blake move from his position between Sparkle and Gaby, and make his way over to sit beside Andy. He leaned close to him, and said something in a lowered voice. I couldn't make out the words, but judging by Andy's following lip biting, I'm pretty sure a sexual offer was made. In a split second I saw Evan fly up from his spot, and in 3 large steps he reached Andy, and dragged him up by the arm, dragging him along, quickly disappearing somewhere in the shadows of the big trees.*

Blake: *Looked after them a bit puzzled*

River: *Looked a bit questioning at me, but as I shook my head lightly, he quickly grabbed a guitar and started playing softly* Is there anyone here around the fire that can sing? *he looked particularly at Sparkle, clearly already aware of the fact that the girl has a great song voice.*

Sparkle: *Blushed lightly* I guess I can sing… yes?

River: *Smiled softly, and it was undeniable he was beautiful with his blue eyes and his long silky blonde hair, swept to the side. Gentle almost feminine features, although I wasn't much for the tattoos creeping up his throat, or the overload of piercings in his ears* Do you by any chance know this one? *He started playing a melody that quickly made Sparkle smile and nod eagerly, clearly already knowing her taste in music as well, and within a few seconds, they both started singing:* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hOdfTMu4RY

-------Andy's point of view--------

Andy: *My heart raced as Evan pushed me roughly up against the wall of the house* Hey! What the fuck man?! I rubbed my back head gently as the pain of connecting with the wall stung like a bee* Watch it! I fucking hit my head now! What has gotten into you tonight?!

Evan: *His eyes looked borderline angry* Is that supposed to be a joke?

Andy: *I had absolutely no clue what had gotten into him* What the fuck are you on?!

Evan: *He scoffed and pointed in the direction of the fire where we could vaguely hear Sparkle and someone I expected to be River, sing.* You get an offer from Blake, and then you are already all over him?

Andy: *Alright I had no fucking clue what this was about, but it was clearly not Blake. Yes he had made me an offer, and although It was very tempting, looking into his honey coloured eyes, and his half long dark brown hair was definitely something I would like to dig my fingers into. Not to mention his trash polka tattoo covered arms and upper body, leaving my mind wondering just how far down those tattoos would reach?… DAMMIT Andy! Concentrate!*

Evan: *Slammed a fist into the wall* You are fucking thinking about him right now! Aren't you?!

Andy: *I was shocked by his behaviour. In front of me stood the guy that hated violence more than anything, using violence against me. Well, against the wall, but close enough to my face!* What the fuck is wrong with you man?!

Evan: *His voice reached the point of yelling* What the fuck is wrong with me?! What's wrong with YOU?! You have absolutely no problem fucking some guy you have only met twice! But… *His eyes were no longer angry, but filled with something that in the pale moon shine looked unmistakeably like despair.*

Andy: *Oh… so that's what this was about? I grabbed his hands gently and kissed both of them, and in the same way be able to check if his right hand was okay after colliding with the wall. It was. The knuckles a bit red, but no visible blood at least. I sighed softly* Evan… it's not like that… I have…

Evan: *His upper body sank forwards and as his forehead landed on my shoulder I quickly wrapped my arms around him* I know Andy *he sighed deeply* I'm sorry… I just…. I want you so much! *His nails digging hard into my hips as he dragged my lower body closer to his so I could feel his boner, only confirmed his hunger for me.*

Andy: I know… *my voice was already husky and deep. I wanted him too. Oh fuck I wanted him more than anyone can imagine. However, mentally I wasn't ready, and I had explained this to him a couple of times. My first time was…. complicated…. don't get me wrong. The sex was amazing. But the aftermath was complicated at it's best. I have never regret it, only the person I was with. I don't want Evan ending up in the same position. I want him to be more than sure this is what he really wants. With me. So he is sure to never regret it. An experience like that is bound to forever open or close a certain door. If he likes it, it only opens the door completely that we are already peeking through. And as much as I love him, and feel secure in his love to me, I'm not sure he is yet ready to fully admit to him being in a gay relationship. Which he would be forced to admitting, once he opened up to being the receiver, and not only the giver. On the other hand, if he doesn't like it, it closes any sexual relations in that department for good. Which I have to say I would be sad about, cause… well… if you had seen that ass of his, you would understand. It would be a lie to say it is easy saying no to him. Trust me, it's one of the hardest things I have had to do yet. I sighed softly* But Evan… I…

Evan: *He shook his head softly, still leaning his forehead against my shoulder* For once, couldn't you just be my asshole friend who bangs everyone that offers themselves?

Andy: *I chuckled softly* Hey… I don't bang the chicks any longer…

Evan: *He sighed softly and I could hear a soft chuckle build from somewhere deep inside of him*

Andy: *I kissed his hair gently* Look, it's not gonna be like this forever… we will walk down this road soon… but I also really want it to be something special when we finally do it… not just lusting like when A and I….

Evan: *He nodded softly* I know, and I agree fully… it's just… damn it's hard by now, and I can't even believe I'm standing here admitting that. I just… I want you so bad!… inside me…. you know…

Andy: *I bit my lover lip hard, afraid I was going to scream. This was pure torture! The man I love deeply, and by god he is fucking sexy on top of that, was telling me, he wants me inside him… FUCK!!! It's safe to say if I didn't already have a boner before those words, I sure had one now! And he noticed pretty quickly too.*

Evan: *His hands started fumbling quickly, trying to unbutton my pants, his lips quickly finding their way to mine, moaning as he let his tongue slide into my mouth, kissing me passionately, like there were no tomorrow*

Andy: *A snap from a dry twig on the ground made a quick interruption in our make-out session, and as we turned our heads, we saw Sparkle standing and looking at us surprised and baffled, and in a split second she turned around, behind her Blake appeared, but before he could get to see Evan and I, she quickly placed her hands on his cheeks and dragged his head down, French kissing him deeply I coughed lightly and made a sign to Evan to run off, he didn't argue with that and quickly disappeared behind some trees. I cleared my throat and lit a cig, chuckling hoarse as I casually blew out the smoke* Eyyy… get a room you two!

Sparkle: *She giggled softly and took a few steps back* Sorry about that Blake, I thought you were someone else…

Blake: *He bit his lips softly, and I didn't particular like the way he looked at her, like she was suddenly on the menu* That's alright… maybe I can pretend to be that guy for the night?

Andy: *I rolled my eyes, that had to be the lamest comeback I had heard… ever!* Blake! Hands off!

Blake: *Shook his head softly and smirked* Who made you the pussy police?

Sparkle: *It was clear to see his comment hurt her, and she had been through enough the past year, she didn't need a shitty comment like that to make an already touchy matter worse!*

Daniel: *His voice was firm and deep as it thundered in the shadows behind Blake* I did!

Blake: *I observed him turn around slowly, and before he could get to react, a fist hit him right in his face, making him take two steps backwards and grunt from pain*

Daniel: *His voice was ice cold, and it managed to even make me scared of the last guy I would ever be scared of… well, after Congo that is* Don't ever speak to her that way again, or I swear I will break your face.

Blake: *Pinched the back of his nose between two fingers as the blood started gushing out* I'm sorry man! I was only kidding! I didn't mean it like that, the words just came out wrong. I'm fucking drunk man! *He sighed from pain and frowned*

Daniel: *Nodded at Sparkle* Tell it to the girl, not me.

Blake: *He sighed again, and I couldn't help but sigh with him and hope that nose wasn't broken* I'm sorry Sparkle, it was a bad choice of words… I really don't see you like that, alright?

Sparkle: *She shrugged a bit* That's alright… *But I knew it wasn't, so I took a few steps forwards and lifted her up, just as her lip started quivering and the tears started falling, and I quickly carried her to the front of the house, judging by the quick footsteps behind me, Daniel was following. As I put her feet on the ground again she sniffled her nose and dried her eyes* Thanks Andy. *She placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed my nose softly* Is it okay if I just wanna go home now? The night pretty much ended for me there… but I had fun, don't worry. Maybe we can get together one of the next days? *She smiled softly and tilted her head a bit*

Andy: *I nodded softly* Sure… let's do something soon. But please don't thank me… thank YOU. You kinda saved Evan back there, and I know it means the world to him.. so thank you for that. *I sighed softly* Sorry about Blake… I don't think he's a bad guy or anything…

Daniel: *Scoffed irritated* No, he isn't… he just sometimes doesn't know how to act.

Andy: *I chuckled hoarse* Coming from you…

Sparkle: *Giggled softly, and it was nice to see her smile again* You two…

Daniel: *Chuckled softly* So… can I take the princess home or?

Sparkle: *She looked at him surprised* Are you coming with me?

Daniel: *Chuckled softly* No… but you are coming with me! *He grabbed her waist and in a strong movement threw her over his left shoulder, giving her ass a few gentle slaps* You can sleep in Evan's room. There is no cabs this late out here, and I'm way too drunk to give you a ride… so Evan's bed it is! *He looked at me and winked* Get back to your man, I got this! Just as he was about to leave with drunk Sparkle giggling on his shoulder, Congo showed up*

Congo: *Shook some bloody paper towels in his hand* Right, so.. luckily no broken bones. Anyone here in the need of a medic? *He sighed softly and shook his head* Is it too much to ask of you guys to talk more and use fists less? *He walked to Sparkles head end, planting a soft kiss on her cheek* Goodnight sugar, let Daniel take care of you. *He stroked her hair a few time as he smiled softly at Daniel* Get her home safe.

Daniel: *Nodded agreeing, and made a military stand* Roger that! We will be next door though, not Casa Sparkle.

Congo: *Chuckled softly and slapped Daniels ass* Well, giddy up horsy! Let me have a bit of alone time with my boy. *He chuckled warmly as Daniel made a few horse sounds and ran off with Sparkle, then he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and dragged me closer so he could kiss my forehead* I'm glad it for once wasn't you doing the punching.

Andy: *I smiled softly and nodded* I'm doing better yeah… how's Blake?

Congo: He could be better… he could be worse. I'm pretty sure he will end up blue and black tomorrow.

Andy: *I sighed softly* Well, he wasn't entirely innocent.

Congo: *Nodded gently, and planted another kiss on my forehead* Evan is in bed, I wrapped some frozen peas around his hand, it should feel better in the morning.

Andy:* I looked up at his warm face, and couldn't help but smile* Thank you.

Congo: *He smiled even warmer and kissed the tip of my nose* What are you thinking?

Andy: *I couldn't help but smile even more* You… how wonderful you always are… to everybody, not only me. *It was true. The man was the most warm-hearted helpful being I had ever come across. How was it possible not to love this man? And I once again felt more than grateful that I was the one who got to call him my husband.*

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bagels and Bites

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian likes to flirt with you in interviews

Masterlist

It all started when you met him on The Late Late Show.

“How are you all feeling tonight?” James asked you and Sebastian Stan as you sat on the guest couch.

“I’m excited.” You beamed as Sebastian rested his arm on the couch behind you.

“So am I. We should probably talk about this later,” Sebastian smiled directly at you, “but we’ve been wanting to meet each other for a long time.”

“Have you?” James chuckled.

“No.” You laughed and playfully hit Sebastian in the chest. “We had one interaction on Twitter and he thinks there’s something between us.”

“It was a very flirty interaction.” Sebastian clarified. “There were sparks flying all over those tweets.”

“So this is your first time actually meeting?” James asked. “Even though you’re in the marvel movies together?”

“It’s weird. I haven’t met half the cast.” You shrugged. “I’ll meet everyone else once the press tour starts but so far I’ve only met the people I’ve filmed with. Just Chris, and Chris, and um, oh yeah. Chris.”

You looked down and smiled to yourself when you heard Sebastian laughing at your joke. Even though you’d never met him, you’d always liked him. It was a well known secret on the Internet that you were his celebrity crush, since he was so inclined on bringing it up in almost every interview of his. Being face to face for the first time now, you were feeling a little intoxicated from his charm. Well, his charm and the white wine you’d been sipping on.

“I hope they stop putting me with Mackie and start putting me with Y/n once this press tour starts.” Sebastian said after taking a sip of his wine. “I love him but I can’t keep babysitting him at 8 in the morning. I’d like to wake up to someone who looks a little more like this one.”

“I know what you mean.” You agreed. “He would show up to set every morning all ready to go and I’m like dude, give me a few hours for my personality to arrive.”

“I was so mad that he got to film with you and I didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head. “We finally get cast in a movie together and we’re never in the same scene.”

“Well,” you put your hand on his knee and patted it, “we’re meeting now. Lucky you.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “Lucky me.”

“Now, Sebastian.” James reminded you both that he was there. “I heard a rumor that you have a little crush on Y/n.”

“Well, I try not to pay attention to rumors.” Sebastian waved his hand. “But that ones pretty accurate.”

“Oh my God.” You put your hand over your heart, which was about to beat out of your chest, and laughed.

“It’s true. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I feel like I’ve seen you all my life. And here you are in person and you look so great.” Sebastian said through a shy smile. You laughed in shock at his compliment and looked down at your lap.

“You’re fully going for it.” James laughed at how bold Sebastian was being.

“You’re not being a very good wingman.” You teased James as you took a long sip of your drink. The more alcohol you had in you, the easier it would be to flirt with the incredible attractive man next to you.

“I was never known for that.” James agreed. “But I heard your brother is a pretty good one, isn’t he?”

“Oh My God.” You groaned, knowing exactly what James was referring to. “He’s not.”

“What happened?” Sebastian wondered, never taking his eyes off you.

“I took my brother to the Oscars with me last year and we happened to be sitting next to Jake Gyllenhaal.” You explained. “And the whole night, he’s telling Jake about how I used to be in love with him when I was a kid. If there weren’t a bunch of cameras around us, I would’ve rung his neck.”

“So I’m assuming you and Jake aren’t the next celebrity power couple?” James teased.

“We are not.” You shook your head. “I can confidently say that I was still single.”

“I was just gonna and say, there’s still hope for us.” Sebastian gestured between the two of you. You opened your mouth in shock before biting down on your tongue. You playfully hit Sebastian again, signally that you were just as interested as he was.

“You’re really going for it.” James pointed out. “I must say, wow.”

“Why not?” Sebastian grinned. “This is the time.”

“You are pretty cute, I just wanna say.” You flirted back for the hell of it. Sebastian laughed in surprise before covering his face with his hands. You laughed as well as he hunched over to hide his face.

“He’s actually gone red now!” James pointed at him. “He was so sure of himself and now he’s all red.”

“Leave him alone.” You pouted as you rubbed Sebastians back. Sebastian sat back up and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah.” Sebastian said assertively as he wrapped an arm around you. “Leave me alone. I’m trying to flirt here.”

“How would you ask her on a date, then?” James asked. “Since you’re so in love with her.”

“Like this.” Sebastian said as he turned to you “Ce faci?”

“Would you bite me in the neck?” You asked, catching him completely off guard. He took his arm away and laughed in shock at your words.

“Oh my God.” He chuckled as he looked around in embarrassment. Suddenly, he turned back to you and cupped one side of your face, tilting your neck slightly with his hand. He bit down on your exposed neck, making the audience erupt in a series of laughter and gasps. You giggled when you felt his scruff tickling your neck and made no effort to push him off.

“He actually did it.” James looked at the audience to see if they were seeing what he was.

“She asked me to.” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully. His arm was still around you and neither of you wanted it off.

“It was a hypothetical but I guess I know my answer.” You shrugged as you leaned back on the couch.

“Why would you ask him that?” James wondered.

“Like a vampire.” You explained. “Aren’t vampires from Romania?”

“That’s Transylvania.” Sebastian smiled fondly at you.

“Oh.” You realized. “I still liked it.”

“I’ll do it again later.” Sebastian shrugged, making your hide your face in embarrassment.

“Promise?” You said suddenly as you put your hand back on his knee. It was Sebastians turn to be baffled as he put his free hand on tops of yours.

“Darling.” He choked out, too stunned to form a full sentence.

“This has been an intense experience.” James fans himself with his cards. “What will the two of you do after the show?”

“I’ll probably go home, order a pizza, and pass out while watching all of Sebastian’s episodes of Once Upon a Time.” You joked.

“I was going to do the exact same thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Right after I got a job as a pizza delivery boy so I can go to Y/n’s house.”

“Or you could just come over.” You shrugged, making Sebastian blush.

“I like that idea too.” Sebastian replied.

“I’m trying to imagine what the poor pizza delivery boy is gonna see when he arrives at Y/n’s house later.” James grimaced, making the audience laugh.

“I know, right? They open the door and this is what the get.” Sebastian gestured to you. “It’s you. How lucky they are.”

You leaned into him as you laughed, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual. You’d never be this flirty with a man you’d just met, but he made it too easy.

The rest of the interview continued in a similar fashion, with you and Sebastian unapologetically flirting with each other every chance you got. By the end of the interview, you were so close that your knees were touching. When it came time to say goodbye, you felt an unexpected pane of sadness.

“Well, thank you both for coming on the show tonight.” James smiled. “I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding.”

“You will. And I wanted to thank you. For this.” Sebastian said as he slipped his fingers through yours and held up your hands. You beamed and squeezed his hand, fully tipsy now the the interview was over.

After thanking James and drinking another glass of wine, you drunkenly pulled Sebastian off the couch.

“Come in the photo booth with me.” You giggled as you tugged him by the hand towards the booth.

“Okay.” He grinned as he climbed inside. He pulled you into his lap and pressed the button before wrapping his arms around your waist. The pictures began to snap away and you posed for all of them. For the first, you just held each other close and smiled. For the second, he leaned up to kiss your cheek. And for the third, he took another bite of your neck.

“That tickles.” You giggled as the camera flashed.

“Good.” He smirked against your skin before pressing a kiss there.

“Stick your tongue out.” You told him, and he obliged. You licked his tongue as the fourth picture was taken, capturing the drunken moment. The fifth flash went off right as Sebastian connected your lips to his. You continued to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his lips and tongue.

“Oh my God.” You pulled away suddenly. “I have to pee.”

You got off his lap and ran to the restroom, leaving him alone in the photo booth.

The next time you saw Sebastian, neither of you brought the kiss up. Whether you thought the other was too drunk to remember or you were simply too embarrassed to bring it up, it was not mentioned.

The flirting, however, the flirting continued.

~

“What would you like to see for your characters in the next movies?” The journalist asked you and Sebastian as you sat together in a press junket.

“For our characters specifically, I’d like to see some graphic love making.” Sebastian said seriously. “I think that that’s something the movies have been lacking.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed and shook your head. “Me too, actually. I think it would be really in character and important to the plot.”

“How would that benefit the plot?” The journalist asked.

“It’s simple. I would just change my name to “the plot” and bam.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “I’m benefited.”

“He’s such a flirt.” You said as you rested your elbow on his shoulder. “Can you believe him?”

“I can’t.” The journalist chuckled.

“You know what I’d like to see? Some method acting. Why can’t you be as quiet as Bucky?” You teased Sebastian as you flicked his ear.

“How would I tell you how pretty you are if I wasn’t speaking?” He flirted back.

“This is what I have to put up with.” You shook your head as looked at the camera. “What about you? What do you want to see from our characters?”

“I would like to see Bucky do the knife trick some more.” The journalist answered you.

“What knife trick?” You wondered.

“It’s the thing he does when he flips his knife around and stabs people.” Sebastian explained as he moved his hand in a circle. “It took me forever to learn.”

“Wait, I wanna see it.” You smiled excitedly and turned to him.

“No, no.” He wagged his finger at you. “I’m not doing the knife trick.”

“Please?” You pouted. “For me?”

“All right, all right.” Sebastian broke into a grin. “I’m only doing this because you asked nicely.”

The journalist handed him a pen and he easily flipped it around and caught it before making a stabbing motion. You let out a gasp and stared at him in shock for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I wanna to fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” You replied. “Can you do it again?”

Sebastian laughed at your joke as his face heated up. He knew that was just the way you two liked to tease each other, but it didn’t mean it didn’t make him smile.

“I’ll do it again.” He nodded as picked the pen back up. “Anything for you.”

~

On a day where the interviews ended early, you spent the night in Sebastians hotel room, getting drunk on his balcony.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked as he took a sip of his beer. “What was your best kissing scene? I know you’ve kissed some pretty great actors. Might be hard to pick.”

“It’s not. I hate kissing actors.” You grimaced. “It’s not even kissing. It’s just like, limp lips on limp lips. There’s no passion when it’s for a scene. I hate it.”

“Maybe you’re just kissing the wrong actors.” Sebastian shrugged playfully as he gazed at you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt anything when kissing another actor. You can’t tell me you do.”

“I do.” He shrugged again. “Its not much, but I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“What? How?” You wondered. “If you kissed me right now, you wouldn’t feel anything. I guarantee it.”

“I think I would.” Sebastian disagreed.

“All right.” You turned your chair a little to face him. “Prove me wrong.”

Sebastian tweaked an eyebrow up before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a few seconds before pulling away. You looked past him for a minute as you mulled the moment over in your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly.

“I was incorrect.” You chuckled a little. “I guess I did feel something.”

“I told you you would.” He said smugly. “I knew you’d feel something.”

“How’d you know?” You whined as he basked in the glory of being right.

“Because I felt something the last time we kissed.” He said simply. “And I knew you did too.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered that.” You smirked before talking a sip from his beer.

“Course I do.” He replied. “I think about that night all the time. It was the start of a beautiful, sexually frustrating friendship.”

“Oh, I’m sexually frustrating?” You laughed. “Try being your friend. It’s hard to look at you, really.”

“That’s not how I feel about you.” He smiled a little. “I really, really like looking at you.”

“I like you too.” You smiled back.

“That’s not what I said.” He teased. You dropped your jaw and stole his beer again, taking a long sip as you held eye contact.

“It’s what you meant.” You stuck your tongue out at him. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, listening to the chirps of the crickets as a warm breeze wafted through the air.

“The press tour is ending soon.” You said quietly as you adverted your eyes. “Tomorrow’s the premier. Then, it’s all over.”

“I know.” He said softly. You looked at him and gave him a sad smile, to which he returned.

“We won’t get to see each other every day anymore.” You pointed out.

“Then we better make tomorrow count.” He said simply. He knew what you were implying, that there was no point in starting something when you’d both been going home soon, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to enjoy his last few days with you.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly and looked away again. “We better.”

~

The following night at the premier, you felt an overwhelming sadness knowing that it was all ending. You loved the weeks you’d spent goofing off with Sebastian, even if it never led to a real relationship. It still meant something to you, and you hoped it meant something to him.

To counteract your sadness, you sat with Chris Evans at the bar and let him distract you. After spending a minute with him, you were feeling drunk and ready to find Sebastian. You spotted him on the red carpet, fixed your dress, and went up to him.

“Hi.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around you, taking an usually loud whiff of his cologne.

“Hey.” He chuckled as he patted your back. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You said as you swayed a little. “Question, is there alcohol in a Shirley Temple? Because I feel like I’ve had alcohol.”

“There is.” He laughed again and steadied you. “Did you know that?”

“Nope.” You sniffed him again. “You smell good.”

“Oh no.” He smiled as your behavior. “How many did you have?”

“I was having a contest with Evans to see who could drink more. I had like 5.” You bragged as you almost fell over.

“Oh dear.” He quickly caught you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I don’t trust drunk you.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me.” You waved your hand and tried to walk away. You instantly stumbled and neatly fell, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

“I think I do.” He chuckled as you put you on your feet. “Come on. You’re sticking with me.”

~

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Not feeling the strength to sit up, you opened a single eye and looked around. You were definitely not in your own room, but you recognized who’s room you were in.

“Good morning.” Sebastians voice was usually loud, making you wince.

“Oh God.” You groaned as you sat up. You groggily opened your eyes as Sebastian handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here.” He smiled shyly. “How’s the head?”

“The head is in pain.” You groaned. “So is the rest of the body.”

“Here. Drink this.” He held out a glass of water and some Advil. “And take these.”

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you accepted his offerings.

“Did you at least win the drinking contest?” He asked as he took a seat on the bed. You took a long sip of water and swallowed the pills before answering his questions.

“I did.” You nodded. “But at what cost?”

“You’ll start to feel better once you get some food in you.” Sebastian said as he rubbed your shoulder. You put your hand over his and stared at him, feeling the guilt set in.

“I’m sorry I got drunk.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to ruin the last night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sebastian shook his head. “Trust me, we still had fun. I’m not sure how much you remember though.”

“I remember sitting with you at the premier.” You recalled. “And eating many, many bagels.”

“Yeah, we stopped at a bakery.” He chuckled. “You ate a dozen. I watched it all.”

“Oh God.” You covered your face with your hands. “That’s not how I wanted to spend our last night together.”

“How did you want to spend it together?” He asked quietly.

“Probably in a way that still ended with me waking up in your bed.” You joked like you usually did. “But I could do without the part where you watched me eat 12 bagels.”

“What do you mean?” He grinned. “That was the best part.”

“How’d I end up in your bed anyway?” You asked before taking another sip of coffee.

“You threw your key card at a seagull who was eyeing your bagel.” He explained. “You couldn’t get into your room so I let your crash in mine.”

You looked around the room and saw his pull out couch was topped with pillows and sheets, evidence of him sleeping there.

“Did you sleep on the pull out?” You pointed to it in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged.

“Such a gentleman.” You scrunched your nose at him before finishing the coffee.

“Basic human decency is not exactly being a gentleman.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But you still are one. You prove that to me everyday.”

“That must be why you like me so much.” He teased.

“Must be.” You dished it right back. Sebastians smile fell suddenly as he got a serious look on his face.

“I think you and I need to have a talk.” He said softly.

“Oh God.” You feared. “Did I puke on you last night?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not about last night.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“As much as I love flirting with you, and I do, I think you should know it’s not just a joke to me.” He began. “And I wanted to know if it was just a joke to you or if-“

“It’s not.” You said a little too quickly, which made him smile. “I...I like you. A lot, actually. One might even call it love.”

Upon hearing this, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you. You held a hand to stop him and gave him an apologetic look.

“I wouldn’t.” You grimaced. “My morning breath is-“

“-something I could get used to.” He cut you off before going in for the kiss. You immediately kissed him back, pulling him by his shirt to have him closer. He climbed over you as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t care if its our last day.” He mumbled against your lips. “I want to do this for real. I wanna be with you.”

You kissed him back to tell him you felt the same way, not trusting yourself to say something smooth in the heat of the moment.

“Wait.” You pushed him back suddenly and held him away from you.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he hovered over you.

“Can we get bagels after this?” You asked seriously before breaking into a smile.

“I seriously can’t stand you.” He said before leaning down to kiss you again. “You’re lucky I love you because I don’t like you at all.”

“12 wasn’t enough.” You giggled between kisses. “I need more. I crave them. I crave the yeast.”

Sebastian stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at you with a fond expression. You stared back at him as a content smile tugged at your lips. The flirting had finally lead to something more and neither of you could be happier.

“You know, you might actually be more annoying than Mackie.” He teased you before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “Shut up and bite me in the neck.”

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drtwobrains headcanons list

dtb bought an orange tree bc his doc told him with his "cheese only" diet, he's for SURE gonna get scurvy

he and chuck like to get on calls together when their favorite shows come on so they can make jokes about it together (chuck loooves dtb's jokes)

when they're just hanging out, his henchmen (sometimes) and chuck call him steven

the way his personality is split is that his mouse brain is evil and aggressive when cheese is involved

and his human brain is very easygoing and sincere when cheese is not involved (like in that ep where his henchmen chose the crimes for the day)

he's in his late 20's with a Ph.D. because he was able to skip a few grades (and in uni his research on humane animal testing earned him spots in advanced classes)

his lab coat, unfortunately, makes him look as flat as a pancake (even tho he's not LOL) and it makes him a little upset

the "powers" gained when becoming part mouse are: sleeping on the ground is suddenly super easy, has urges to climb onto things, he can no longer puke (rodents physically cant puke)

if he falls asleep at his workstation, his henchmen will bring him to his bed (it's in the contract)

for his henchmen and chuck, he has their friend's and family's numbers so he can call about gifts to make sure he gets them something better than everyone they know LOL

after miss power left, he set up a permanent telescope with word girl on speed-dial in case she ever came back

he also attends a miss power victim support group (he claims it's for his henchmen but that chick was SCARY dude he almost got laser-eyed)

he has a grocery store membership

he has another superhero guidebook draft that was supposed to be released but he never published it and sometimes goes back to read it

he's forced himself to learn how to make some of the food that his henchmen like

he likes wearing his lab coat all the time because it feels like having a tail to help his balance

his old barber stopped servicing him bc he kept trying to raid the staff fridge so now chuck's mom cuts his hair

he will occasionally help word girl with her science homework and "steven" will be a lot more present

he will hold a grudge FOREVER and it always takes a lot of convincing from chuck to invite the butcher to his birthday parties

his lab coat pocket is for his mp3 player (tis the early 2000s) he loves singing but is super bashful so he kinda only belts when he thinks he's alone

he uses strawberry-scented hair products bc it pairs so well with cheese

he never paid taxes as steven boxleitner and he never plans to change that

he keeps almost getting into brawls with the mayor at bars and he's not even drunk yet

his henchmen have to carry him out before he lands a punch bc they just want one night to have fun and drink

he sends anonymous letters to the mayor's office with things like "i know what you did" written in magazine letters

this feud started because the mayor approved a local tax increase on dairy products to help fund a new word girl statue

he also broke into the mayor's office to place glen on the city's crime watchlist

glen sends him christmas cards and dtb's henchmen send one back without telling dtb bc they feel bad

he's been thinking of writing a supervillain guidebook but has decided against it since there's little to no chance it would get picked up

🧀"chuckles, can we PLEASE come over?? I forgot to pay my power bill and our show is on tonight" 🥪"my mom said yes but you're not allowed to eat in my room anymore"

chucks mom will take her car to two brains before a mechanic bc he never tries to sell her anything, just fixes it or makes improvements

surprise!! the station wagon now has a mini-fridge for cheese

his family stopped talking to him bc of his extreme criminal tendencies but his sister still invites him over

that's why he and his henchmen were invited to his niece's graduation

he likes chuck's mom a lot because she never judged him like his own family did

he keeps souvenirs after each team up

he sleeps on the side of his bed just in case any mice running around the warehouse get cold and want to sleep somewhere warm for the night

add more in the tags if u have good ones!! :D

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𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)

summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe

a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

previous part ─ trilogy masterlist

It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.

So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.

“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”

He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.

“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.

“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.

“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.

You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.

“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.

You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”

His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.

“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.

“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.

“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.

He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.

Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.

“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.

“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.

Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.

“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.

“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”

“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.

“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.

He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.

This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.

Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.

─

Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.

He had to say proper goodbye this time.

He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.

Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.

This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.

Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.

He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.

Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.

“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.

“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.

“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.

“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.

You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.

“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.

“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.

You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.

The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.

“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.

You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.

“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.

He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”

Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.

Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.

“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.

He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.

“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.

It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.

So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.

Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.

“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.

Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.

“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”

Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.

You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.

You got up and rolled off of him.

“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”

Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.

“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.

“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.

You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”

“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.

“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.

“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.

─

As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.

Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.

“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.

His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.

[fortuositywritings]

Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all. 

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow. 

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong. 

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous. 

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says. 

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff. 

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him. 

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for. 

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside. 

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder. 

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks. 

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing. 

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves. 

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh. 

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends. 

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks. 

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end. 

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round. 

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone. 

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night. 

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand. 

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke. 

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face. 

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch. 

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.” 

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you. 

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow. 

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie. 

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach. 

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands. 

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything. 

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos. 

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after. 

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

[a-libra-writes]

How the Peaky Blinders React To You Being a Jazz Singer

In This Preference, You’ll Be Singing To: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Esme Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

THOMAS SHELBY

True to his reputation, he’d be interested in you right away, and that would inevitably grow to infatuation. Tommy would come to see you towards the end of your shift, when most of the customers are passed out and you’re sweetly crooning in a room of smoke and spilled drinks. He’s ready to drive you home, ignoring any questions about why he’s awake in the wee hours of the morning. Don’t be surprised if your club is suddenly bought by the Shelby company, especially if your boss wasn't treating you well. Tommy claims it was just a good business decision, since you’re popular and the club is close to their territory, but you know him well by this point. You’ll be well protected by guards and he often visits during your rehearsals, always looking tired and a bit lonely. Tommy's clearly relaxed by your singing, though maybe encouraging his advances isn't for the best.

ARTHUR SHELBY

No surprise, he takes a liking to you right away when you’re hired at his club. When you’re performing, he gets distracted, especially when you’re croning a love song in the wee hours to a bunch of drunk, passed-out patrons. In the corner of your eye, you’d notice Arthur looking at you like you’re hanging the moon. He’d die if you smiled at him during that. He’s incredibly protective of any weirdos trying to catcall you or grab you while you’re singing; he’ll grab them by the collar and throw them to the street or just bash their faces outright. The thing is, Arthur quickly learns your everyday personality is much different than your stage persona … and it makes him nervous to talk to you when you’re not working. You being so close and personal, not distant from the stage, makes him far more bashful.

JOHN SHELBY

The club you ended up at was always a favorite of his, and it was made even better by your singing. Eventually he stopped bringing his rowdy men around because their hollering and whistling began to piss him off - though he laughed his ass off when you threw a drink at one and continued your song. When it’s much later in the evening he’ll visit, since it brings John some peace, especially after a hard night of following Tommy’s orders. He’s too embarrassed to approach you at first, though it’d be easier if you worked for a Shelby club. He’d have an excuse to talk to you, for one. His crush would be painfully obvious, though he’s far more comfortable when he meets you outside the club. Conversation and jokes come more naturally.

ADA SHELBY

You two met by chance outside of work, and tonight she was finally coming to see you sing. That's when her little attraction turned into a full-blown crush. While Ada isn't big into jazz clubs, she's into you, so she'll visit several nights a week. Once you both are close, she insists you stop by her place after work, when the sun is just coming up. She gets up to let you in and brews you some hot tea to soothe your throat before you both fall asleep in bed. When you finally agreed to work at a Shelby club, Ada wanted it extra protected. She's ready to raise hell with her brothers if they think about starting something stupid at the club you work at.

POLLY GRAY

While Polly enjoys visiting the club you perform at, she warns you about the job in general. There are plenty of entitled men that could harass you, not to mention all the idiot drunks and brawls. Before long, you’ll be employed at a Shelby club to get some “proper” protection… though Polly will still ask you to carry a knife or a gun. Her protectiveness aside, she likes to tease about what you're wearing for the night, especially if you've a habit of getting ready at her place. When you're performing she likes to give you winks and knowing looks in the hopes you'll get flustered. If she’s had several drinks, she’ll whistle.

MICHAEL GRAY

He’s not the type who likes to be smitten with people right away, so he’ll swing between trying to impress you and trying to distance and be aloof. Michael finds your performances relaxing, even if the other club guests ruin it with their noise and loud drinking. Because he wants to avoid that crowd, he shows up early during rehearsals or very late in the evening, when you’re about to quit for the night. Even before you both are an item, Michael is protective and might hire an extra bodyguard for you. He waves off your concern by insisting all Shelby club employees are kept this safe (they aren’t, and he gets jealous of the guard anyway). Michael’s feelings are so obvious to you, but he’s too proud to admit it, even when he’s driving you home and buying you flowers and leaving nice gifts in your dressing room.

ESME

She doesn’t understand why you put up with that noisy, smokey club, with all those men that stare and try to make a move the second you step off stage. She prefers when you both sing together, outside in the sunshine or under the stars. When you come home after a long night of singing, she wakes up early and gets you in a nice bath or snuggled in bed. She’ll keep the house dark through the day so you can sleep. Esme understands you need to sing to eat, but you shouldn’t work your pretty voice until it’s hoarse!

ALFIE SOLOMONS

He doesn’t visit these kinds of jazz clubs that often; it’s not Alfie’s scene, but he closed a deal in one of them. You were singing that night, and it was the only pleasant part of the evening. So he sent flowers. The next time you received flowers, it was because his men and Sabini's tore up half the club in a brawl. The third time he figured he should deliver them personally, and that's when he walked you home, too. Afterward you suddenly had a job offer in Alfie's part of town, and sometimes you'd spot him while you rehearsed. Alfie only flirts and chats when you approach him first. He doesn't want you to feel indebted or intimidated, especially since your singing really does relax him.

LIZZIE STARK

As much as Lizize loves to hear you sing, she worries about the weird men you might encounter in the club. She urges you to carry a weapon when you’re going home, or she just walks you home herself. She enjoys helping you with make-up and dressing before a show, it feels sweet and personal, and keeps her mind off any unpleasant men that might bother you in a few hours. It’s not just that they annoy her and make her worry for your safety; she gets pangs of antsy jealousy when they’re all staring and drooling after you. She’d never tell you that, though. When you come home in the wee hours of the morning, Lizzie wakes up just to give you a hug and an exhausted good morning before falling back asleep.

ISAIAH JESUS

Isaiah stumbled into the club you sing at by accident, and he wouldn’t call it love at first sight… But he does swing by nearly every other night to watch you perform. You’d start to recognize his grin and starry eyes, and even during slow nights, Isaiah would be there. He’s had some trouble with your boss because he’s quick to cause trouble with the drunks that try to harass you, but eventually you two got to talking. Isaiah was the one to talk you into joining a Shelby club because it’s safer and you’d be paid better… and he’d get to see you more. He’s pretty embarrassed by his friends teasing about his crush, but he’s undoubtedly smitten by you.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

He was a huge flirt from the start. You didn’t even work at one of his clubs, he was invited there as an exclusive guest by some New York politician, but his attention was taken right away. After a second visit, he sends a fancy bouquet. After the fifth, it’s a gold bracelet with some diamonds. Luca likes the ego boost of you looking his way and recognizing him in the crowd, and eventually he’d invite you to work for one of his clubs - especially once the one you’re at gets involved in a gang brawl. Word spreads quick that anyone making a ruckus while you sing is getting thrown out… and any idiot that tries to approach you after the show is getting a hand or nose broken. He will melt if you sing in Italian or Spanish.

ABERAMA GOLD

He’s not a regular visitor to these fancy, noisy clubs, but Aberama will make an exception for you. He loves your voice, though he much prefers hearing you hum to yourself as you get ready for the evening’s set. It’s probably for the best he doesn’t watch you sing too much, because the moment a drunk catcalls you or tries to get on the stage, he’s got them in a chokehold and politely suggesting they leave. But no matter what, if Aberama isn’t working, he walks or drives you home, no matter the hour you’re finished with work. If you work at a Shelby club and there’s some drunk or brawl that causes you trouble, he’ll absolutely give Tommy grief about it.

[broken--stardust]

i love you, more - j.t.k.

well, this is my first fic. ever! not just first gvf fic. i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. :) please like and reblog if you so desire!

summary: snapshots of various key moments in y/n and jake's relationship.

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: cussing, mentions of drinking, being drunk, sensual flirting, allusions to sex, making out (not very detailed), christmas time, lots of fluffy shit :)

word count: 4.8k

It had been two months. Really, six, if you ignored the fact that you only saw Jake for one day in between. Yes, you were a supportive girlfriend, yes, you were proud of your boyfriend and your best friends for how far they’d come, and yes, you understood that this was also their job. But you were also human. You’d had a lonely last few months while the boys were on tour. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t realistic for you to be a groupie this time, given a recent promotion at your job. Originally, they were only going to tour part of Europe for a month in the summer, but when their manager found out that another band on their label had to drop out of touring during the fall, they jumped at the chance to announce a surprise North and South American tour at the last minute.

You and Jake had been officially dating for a year that October, but if you two were being quite honest, you could say there had been something there since at least high school.

At promptly 12 a.m. on October 31st, just as you had begun to doze off, you jumped at the frantic vibration of your phone on your nightstand, the screen lit up indicating a FaceTime call from Jake. He was obviously a little tipsy, still sweaty, and speaking at an unusually fast rate as he was still energetic from their show. You could tell from the volume coming from another room that he had left whatever shenanigans the boys were up to, to be alone to call you. “I’m sorry baby, were you asleep?”

“No”, the grogginess in your voice betraying you.

“You’re a filthy liar”, he smirked at you.

“Yeah, yeah”, you were too tired for a quick-witted response.

“Well hey babe, do you know what today is?”

“Halloween.”

“Ha-ha, dipshit.”

You laughed at the all-too-familiar banter. “Happy anniversary, jackass”, you smiled.

He grinned back. “Happy one-year, baby.” There were a few beats of silence as you both smiled at each other through the screen.

“I miss you,” you finally broke the silence.

“You know I miss you too.” He paused. “I’m sorry we can’t spend our actual anniversary together, but I was able to swindle my way out of being at an interview our manager set-up for our day off on Sunday, so I’ll be able to fly home that morning to spend the day with you. If you can make time for me in your busy schedule, of course” he joked.

“Hmm… I’ll have to check my planner. I think I have a date with my other boyfriend that day.”

He smirked, “What a shame. He’s a lucky guy.”

“Mm, I’d have to agree”, you smirked back. You took a break from flirting to ask him how his show that night went, and to check up on the other boys. He caught you up on all of their latest antics, and as he finished a riveting story involving Josh and fire, speak of the devil, you heard a door open and quickly Josh popped in the frame. “Hi Y/N, we miss you,” he smiled at you as he patted Jake on the shoulder. “Hey, Jake, we have to head out in a few. They have everything loaded up.” Jake nodded. Josh blew you a kiss you pretended to catch as he left the frame.

“I gotta go babe, I’ll try to call you tomorrow.”

“Okay babe. I love you,” you smiled to try to hide how much you didn’t want to hang up.

“I love you more.”

-

And that following Sunday had been the last time you saw him in person. It was now December 24th. It was late, and you were currently drinking yourself into oblivion. Call you dramatic, but you were really fucking sad. One bottle of wine led to another and now you were laying on the floor in front of your Christmas tree, ready to take the damn thing down. Your phone was on the kitchen counter somewhere, still unlocked and open to the last texts between you and Jake. You had no reason to be angry at him and fighting with him was sure as hell the last thing you wanted to do, but you did. Loneliness and missing him had given you a short temper.

That morning, everything had been going exactly as planned. You knew Jake and the band would be coming home that evening, and would be home for Christmas Day, only to hit the road again for a few shows before New Year’s. Your friends, family, and the boys’ families had planned a big Christmas party that half the town was coming to for Christmas Eve, and the boys were going to land just in time to change and head straight there. Knowing it had been so long since you’d seen Jake, you had bought a particularly revealing but classy red dress to surprise him with, and had it hanging on your bedroom door with the jewelry you had picked. You had been awake for only a few minutes, and the sun was peeking through your blinds and catching on the stones in the necklace, scattering reflected light across your bed and floor. You heard your phone buzz. Then another. Then another. You smiled, you knew it was Jake before even picking up your phone to look, because he would never put a complete thought into one text.

Jake: Good morning baby girl :)

Jake: Just landed in Miami! We have a 2hr layover then it’s on to Chicago.

Jake: How long is it socially acceptable for us to be at this party tonight before I can sneak you out and fuck you into oblivion?

Jake: OMG my finger slipped that was an accident

Jake: Also, I love you

You laughed at loud reading your messages from him.

You: I think we should give it at least an hour if we’re feeling gracious. Also, I love you more

The rest of the morning went on in the same way, flirting and bantering as you entertained him during his layover. Once he told you he was on his next flight and was putting his phone on airplane mode, you took a shower and started getting ready for the day.

But once he landed in Chicago, it all went down-hill from there. He was only supposed to have an hour layover before his flight to Michigan, but as a massive snowstorm blew into Chicago out of nowhere, the layover changed to two hours, to three hours, and then his flight was cancelled altogether. He was texting you all of this, keeping you updated, and Josh was texting you as well trying to figure out other ways to get home. Your mood completely shifted as you began to realize there weren’t any. Before Jake could tell you himself, it began to occur to you that even if the snowstorm blew over and he was able to make it home sometime Christmas day, he wouldn’t have time to do much of anything before he had to be back on the road for the next shows. Jake sent you a long text. He apologized, saying how much he missed you, how he would try to find a way to make it home after New Year’s if he wasn’t able to get home sooner, but it did nothing to soothe you. The angst of being away from him for the last two months since your anniversary, and the four months prior to that, was building up to the boiling point.

Jake: I’m so, so sorry.

You: I know.

Jake: If there was anything I could do, I would. I miss you so much.

You: I know.

Jake: I’m sorry.

You: Jake, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.

Jake: What are you talking about?

You: This. You’ve been gone for two months Jake and I only saw you once. And before that, four more months.

Jake: Yeah, I know and I’m sorry

You: You’re always sorry

Jake: Okay and? I am, I miss you. This is hard for me too.

A few minutes went by.

Jake: I can’t control the weather.

That did it. You fucking knew that. But he could control how long he was away, when he made time to come home, and ever since your anniversary you felt like you were on the backburner. Hot, angry tears started streaming down your face, along with your mascara, as you typed back a very heated reply. You knew this would only lead to more fighting over text which wouldn’t solve anything, but you did nothing to reel it in. After a half hour of this, you got:

Jake: I think we should take a break.

And now, this is what had you laying on the floor, your red dress a crumpled mess around you, an empty wine bottle on the table and a half full one on the floor next to you, makeup smeared on your face, with sad Christmas music playing in the background. You kept replaying the conversation in your mind, beating yourself up for not just letting it go. Everyone knows what taking a break is. A break just turns into a break-up. Fuck, you missed him, and it hurt so much. You knew it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t be here. This time, it was the weather. But now, Christmas was yet another thing he was going to miss because of being on a tour. In the past he’d missed your college graduation, your birthday a couple of times, and of course, your anniversary, to name a few.

Movement caught your eye from outside your window, and you glanced over to see the first few snowflakes fall. Tears glinted in your eyes as you watched the flakes begin to cover the ground, the reflection of your Christmas tree lights on the window making for such a pretty scene you would have delighted in if you weren’t so damn sad. You took this opportunity to begin gathering up the empty wine bottles and bringing them into your kitchen. After cleaning up, you went into your bedroom and changed into sweats, and you opened your drawer to find a shirt and saw one of Jake’s t-shirts folded neatly on top. Your eyes filled with tears as you grabbed it and put it on without a second thought. You got under your covers and fell into a shallow slumber.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you awoke to feel the pressure shift in your bed. Your heart started to race in panic until you felt strong arms slowly snake around you. A chin rested on your shoulder and long strands of hair cascaded around your face as a kiss was lightly planted on your cheek. “Jake?” your voice cracked with sleep. “Hi baby.” A husky voice responded. Your brain wasn’t yet awake enough to process the circumstances, only enough for you to roll over and put both your arms around his neck. You both sighed into each other, just holding each other and feeling each other breathe. He finally spoke first. “We hitched a ride.” “What?” was all you could manage. “We went to some restaurant. We ran into this trucker. He wasn’t scared of the snow. So, we asked for a ride. And now here I am.” He kissed your forehead. You laughed softly. “You’re crazy”, you said. “Only for you, pretty girl” he replied. You relaxed into his warmth, relishing in the closeness of his chest flush against yours, your legs intertwined. He placed one hand on your cheek and began to softly caress it with his thumb, and with his other hand placed on your back, he began to lightly drag his fingernails up and down your spine through his t-shirt you were wearing. You sighed into his chest, your eyes starting to feel heavy again. Then you remembered the words you two had exchanged earlier. “Jake?” “Hmm?” he mumbled into your hair. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, for everything earlier, for fighting, for making you feel like I thought you didn’t care, for” he cut you off with a finger against your lips as you rambled.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, love. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel like you’re not a priority. You mean everything to me, and if I don’t remind you of that in some way every single day then I am a shitty-ass boyfriend.” You grabbed the hand that was still gently stroking your cheek, and brought it to your lips,

“You aren’t shitty at all. Plus, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“I plan on being here a lot more often.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was dumb to plan a tour with literally no breaks. It was selfish.”

“But it’s your job, I was just being stupid earlier.”

“No, you weren’t. You made some good points. If I plan on being in a committed relationship, and plan on maintaining any kind of relationship with my family, I need to make an effort to incorporate time to be home into our schedule.” He hugged you even closer to him, if that were even possible. “I love you,” he said as he moved your hair out of the way to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“I love you, more.” It was silent after that. Eventually you heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep. You followed not too long after.

-

He stayed true to his word. The length of tours became a lot easier to stomach, with scattered weeks of breaks in between to be home to see you and his family. Your one-year relationship quickly turned into three years, and before you knew it, he was down on one knee in front of you.

He could not have picked a better way to propose to you. It was Christmastime again, and you both had thrown a party at your shared apartment. As your guests began to filter out, you began to start cleaning up empty bottles, cans, and discarded paper plates. Once the last guest left, Jake came up behind and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck as he grabbed the trash bag from your hand. You leaned into his embrace. “Go change babe, you did all this work getting this party together, let me clean up” he said into your neck. “I won’t argue with that. My feet are killing me” you laughed as you pulled away from him, already slipping your heels off as you went down the hallway, making your way to your bedroom. You sat at your vanity, taking your time removing the bobby pins from your updo, and then removing your makeup. You changed into cozy flannel pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash your face, and heard the footsteps of Jake entering your room. After putting on moisturizer you came out of your bathroom to see Jake leaning against the doorway in plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, looking at you expectantly. You smiled questioningly. “What?”

He popped his fingers and adjusted his rings absentmindedly, a tell-tale sign that he was nervous, be it the only indicator. He smiled back at you. “Come with me”, he said, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you out of your bedroom, leading the way down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into your living room. The scene you walked into made your breath hitch in your throat. He had laid down fluffy blankets in front of your Christmas tree with a few throw pillows from the couch, and there was a tray sitting in the middle with hot cocoa and a plate of Christmas cookies leftover from earlier. The record-player on a shelf was singing a Christmas song. As you were taking it in, you realized that Jake had long abandoned your hand and was now sitting cross-legged on the blankets. He looked up at you with a grin like a little kid and patted the open spot on the blanket next to him, beckoning you to come over. As you made your way over, you stole a glance out of the window to see snow begin to fall.

You took your seat next to Jake and you gazed into his deep brown eyes to see the lights from the Christmas tree reflected in them. “You’re so pretty,” you said to him. He blushed and smiled at you. “I think I should be saying that to you,” he said quietly, your faces close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your nose. You kissed him lightly right on the tip of it. He grinned sheepishly at you and then placed his arm around your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You both sip on your hot chocolate as you watch the snow cover the ground.

“This is beautiful, Jake. Thank you,” you murmured against his neck as you kissed it. He turned towards you and cupped your cheek with his hand as he took your lips into his own. The kiss was slow and sweet, sprinkled with passion not to lead somewhere, but just to simply enjoy each other’s presence.

Several minutes of your mouths moving together, hands dancing across each other’s skin, went by and soon it was time to flip the record over. Jake stood to do so, and you watched him admiringly as he stole glances at you, a smile stretched across his lips. The beginning notes of Frank Sinatra’s version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” could be heard in the background as Jake made his way back towards you. He didn’t sit down though. Instead he held his hand out to you, and you raised your eyebrow at him questioningly. “May I have this dance,” he asked softly. You grinned and grabbed his hand as you stood up from the mess of blankets. He pushed the coffee table out of the way to make more room. He took your waist into his hands, and you snaked your arms around his neck. He placed a soft peck on your nose before you leaned forward to lay your head on his chest, him taking his hands from your waist and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Neither of you said anything as you slowly spun and swayed to the calming voice of Frank Sinatra. Eventually, Jake broke the comfortable silence. “I love you so much.” You smiled into his chest to yourself before you looked up at him. You gazed into his eyes, full of so much adoration and desire, and the slight tinge of anxiousness from earlier that you still hadn’t figured out. “I love you more” you breathed. He swallowed audibly. “What’s up, babe?” you finally asked. “Huh?” he asked, slightly shaking his head like he had zoned out.

“I asked what’s up. Something has been a little off with you this whole time.”

“Oh,” he muttered. “Nothing’s up. All good. Everything’s good.”

“Now you’re rambling. What’s on your mind?”

He took a deep breath and broke the eye contact, looking out the window. “I just…” he looked back at you. “I love you. So much.”

You grinned. “I know.”

“No like, I can’t imagine my life without you. You make me more myself and encourage me to follow my dreams and passions like no one ever has, but you still keep me grounded. You’re incredibly smart, way smarter than me, you have the most beautiful mind. You have such a kind heart. And you’re extremely funny. Even though your jokes are very dumb most of the time.” You playfully slapped his arm at that, but smiled at him, encouraging him to keep going because he clearly wasn’t done. He took a deep, slightly shaky breath, and continued. “You always think of the little things, reminding me of things I forgot to pack, leaving notes in my luggage, which I’ve kept them all, by the way” he rambled on, talking a mile a minute. “And you’re beautiful, like, so fucking gorgeous. You don’t even realize. And it’s not just when you’re all dolled up, it’s also when you come home from work and throw your hair up in a bun and rant about all the shit you put up with at work. Or when you just get out of the shower and your hair is all wet and curly and your cheeks are red since you shower in literal lava. And you have the most beautiful eyes, I hope our kids have your eyes. Do you ever think about what our kids would look like? I think we’d make the most adorable little shits to ever walk the earth.” You realized you had started to cry as you tasted a bit of salt on the corner of your mouth from a tear that had escaped your eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and you realized he was tearing up a bit, too. “Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t even begin to imagine a life without you in it, because the only future I’ve ever imagined is centered around you. So,” he took both your hands in his and you could feel them trembling. You pulled one hand away and wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of your free arm, tears streaming down your face now that you had realized what was happening. You put your hand back in his. When you focused your eyes on him again, he kept his trained on yours as he maneuvered onto one knee. He fumbled with his free hand in his pants pocket, dropping a little, black velvet box onto the floor with how much he was shaking. You squeezed the hand that was holding both of yours and smiled at him, knowing how rare it was to see him nervous but when he was, he was riddled with anxiety. “It’s okay” you encouraged. He picked the box up and used his thumb to manipulate it open. The Christmas lights from the tree caused the stones to sparkle with such beautiful intensity, you couldn’t help but gasp. He smiled at your reaction and took another deep breath. “Y/N, will you marry me?” You fell to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes, yes,” you mumbled into his neck.

-

Your wedding was small, simple, and intimate. You were surrounded by only your closest friends and loved ones, getting to enjoy each other instead of being caught up in an elaborate party. It wasn’t long before you became pregnant with your first child. You took around 10 pregnancy tests just to be sure, because you were so excited but anxious about getting your hopes up only for it to be wrong. Jake came home from the studio to hear quiet sniffles from behind the closed bathroom door. “Y/N?” he knocked lightly before entering, opening the door to see you sitting on the rug in front of your bathtub, surrounded by discarded boxes and plastic wrappers, holding five tests in each hand. His mouth dropped open. “Are you…” he closed his mouth without finishing the sentence. You only nodded. He sat down on the floor with you and took you into his arms in a rush. He held you for a couple moment before taking your face into his hands. “I’m going to be a dad?” You nodded. “I’m going to be a dad.” He said again with a voice crack at the end and you noticed the tears that had begun to form in his eyes. You nodded again. He kissed you with so much passion and intensity it was no wonder you got pregnant only a month after being married.

-

Your pregnancy was hard. You were sick almost the entire time, and on bedrest for the last two months. Everyone said that because of that it was going to be a boy, but you and Jake opted to not find out. Well, the day finally came, and everyone was wrong. You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. You named her Sara, after the Fleetwood Mac song. Jake as girl dad was even more adorable than you imagined it would be. Being a musician, he didn’t work “normal” hours, so he opted to be the stay-at-home dad as your career took off.

Some nights when you had meetings that ran well into the evening, you would walk into your house, kicking off your shoes, and take in the sight of Barbies scattered across the living room floor, long since abandoned as the attention span of your toddler ran very short. Sometimes, you would hear giggles coming from your daughter’s room, and you would open the door to find Jake and Sara sitting at her tiny table, Jake having to turn to the side and stretch out his legs across the floor because he couldn’t fit them under the short table. Jake had a tiara on top of his long tresses and a feather boa thrown over his shoulders, and Sara donned a princess costume dress and gloves, pouring “tea” (water) into a tiny teacup for her dad. Her eyes lit up with excitement when she saw you standing in her doorway. She ran to the trunk in front of her bed and grabbed another tiara and ran over to you and grabbed your hand. “Mommy, mommy, come have a tea party with us!” You took the tiara she was holding in her other hand and put it on your head and looked up to find Jake smiling at you with infatuation in his eyes.

Other times you would come home and find it quiet in the house, an abnormal situation for both your daughter, and your husband, piquing your curiosity. You wandered around the house looking for them, opening your daughter’s door to find a sight that brought your hand to your mouth and almost brought tears to your eyes. Sara had recently graduated from a crib to a “big girl bed” and now Jake was asleep in it, Sara cuddled up close to him, head and arm on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around her small frame, both of their mops of dark brown hair splayed out onto the pillow in a such a way you couldn’t tell where his ended and hers began. He was still in his jeans, and there was a book laying open on the bed behind him, indicating he likely hadn’t meant to fall asleep. You saw the blanket at the end of her bed and crept forward to place it over them, but you stepped on a creak in the floor, the noise causing Jake’s eyes to flutter open. “Welcome home, Mama” he whispered as he smiled at you. You smiled back. He softly kissed Sara’s forehead as he slowly pulled his arm out from under her, causing her to stir slightly but not awake. You leaned forward and caressed her cheek, pulling the blanket up to cover her. Jake placed his arm around your waist as you made your way out of her room, both of you stopping in the door frame to watch her sleep. You stole a glance at Jake, taking in the look of pure adoration on his face as he looked at his daughter, the spitting image of him. You kissed his cheek. He turned to you, and whispered, “we made a great one”. You smiled. “We really did” you replied. As you both turned away from her room and made your way to your own, slowly closing her door, you felt Jake’s hand on your ass. He gave it a quick squeeze. “I think we should make another” he breathed into your ear, his lips caressing your earlobe.

-

And that you did. Nine months later, you gave birth to twin boys you affectionately named Thomas and Michael after the middle names of the two most important men in your life. You dramatically cut your hours at your job in order to be home with your kids and husband more. Domestic life was bliss, and the months quickly turned into years.

-

As you sat on the couch one night around Christmas, the lights on the tree the only source of light in the living room, cuddled up with Jake, drinks in hand, you watched your kids chase each other around and the twins torment their sister with their new passion, Nerf guns. You turned to kiss him, tasting the wine on his tongue. Your kids all chorused their disgust in unison and you both laughed as they ran away. “What was that for?” Jake asked, smiling. “Not that I mind, of course.

“I just love you. And I love this life we’ve created.” He hummed in agreement against your cheek, giving it a quick peck, as you continued. “Can you believe less than ten years ago we almost broke up right around this time?”

“I try not to think about that” he chuckled. “That would have been the stupidest thing either of us have ever done.”

“I love you, Jake.”

“I love you more, Y/N.” – fin.