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anakinsdove · 1 month

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Sub sam monroe x fem friends hot older sister ❔

𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

pairing: sam monroe x older!fem!reader

summary: it’s been like what? 6 years since you saw sammy, he’s still as weird as he used to be, only prettier. After seeing him again you notice there some tension that wasn’t there before.

c/w: nsfw, loser Sammy, blowjob

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,352

“What’s that for?” You ask your little rat of a brother why he’s suddenly carrying enough snacks to throw a party.

“Sam is coming over, he’s going to spend the night here” Your brother says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Who?” “Sam” he rolls his eyes “Oh! Sammy, blonde, walks weird?” “Yes…” he’s slightly confused at your description then he realizes you haven’t seen Sam in a while…. A long while?

“He dyed his hair” your brother ads “Seriously?” You say sarcastically clearly faking interest trying to find something worth watching on tv “And he walks normally” “I’m sure he does”

“Anyways aren’t you a little bit too old for sleepovers?” Your condescending tone is very annoying to your brother but that’s what sisters do. “Aren’t you too old for Halloween?” “Huh?” Your brother smirks pointing at your makeup, you respond by throwing the pillow on the couch with enough force it feels like a brick, he runs upstairs

“coward” you mutter to yourself and suddenly someone’s knocking on the door

Someone’s knocking extremely loud

You decide to ignore it as you keep painting your nails but the knocking is very persistent and it gets louder somehow accidentally painting your toe “fucking loser” you curse under your breathe and stand up walking furiously towards the door.

“What!?” Your tone is harsh and the boy takes a step back, Sam looks stupid as he makes sure he’s in the right house “I-is James here?”

“Sam?” You ask softly this time, your anger quickly dissipating from your features, eyeing him up and down… wow.

“Hi Y/N”

You open the door for him to come in as he awkwardly goes through the door, he tries to keep his hips as far he can from yours while walking in, you sigh at the awkward silence

“How have you been-“ “You look very different-“ both of you say at the same time “You look the same” he says “I looks twelve?” God you’re making fun of him

Hes about to answer when your brother comes down running from the stairs “Sorry dude I was taking a shit!” He greets him as you stand aside

“Don’t talk to her Sam” your brother says smirking “Shut up man” they run upstairs and you shrug trying to shake the awkwardness away

You keep trying to distract yourself with tv but it isn’t fucking working

Sam Monroe….

He looked so different from what you remembered, he’s taller, there’s a lot of piercings stuff on his face and you’re pretty sure he was wearing eyeshadow.. his hair now it’s black… funny because you remembered him being blonde and looking like a puppet, you giggle at the thought… Oh! and his clothes, he was wearing a Metallica t shirt, Vintage….

You moan and you realize you been rubbing your clit through your panties this whole time then gasping in embarrassment and closing your legs

What a slut… what if someone saw you rubbing your cloth on your living room, that would be a reason to kill yourself, what if Sam saw you like that?… that however doesn’t sound as bad

Control yourself Y/n

A few hours later the sun has set… you succeeded distracting yourself and as soon as Sam leaves you won’t have to see him again you’ll forget this awkward chapter in your life where you masturbated to the thought of your younger brother’s friend until… “Why me man!?” “Cause I’m about to win this level” “Youre shit at the game” “Shut up!” you hear the boys arguing upstairs “It’s just fucking popcorn Sam” your brother mocks him as Sam sighs coming down the stairs

You can’t help but look up at him “Hey” Sam stops midway “Hey” he tries to sound and look relaxed, but when did your boobs get so big?

“Pop corn?” You asks pointing at the box he’s holding in his hand “I’ll burn them” he says

“It’ll be my brothers fault” you laugh and Sam smiles “C’mon” you guide him to the kitchen and put the popcorn in the stove “You look very different too” he responds to your earlier conversation, you smirk at the opportunity of teasing “Really? I thought I looked twelve” “Fuck no” he suppresses a laugh and you nod playfully “Well, maybe a little” “Fuck off” you push him playfully and his back makes contact with the counter “You still have your dimples when you smile” your heart actually softens at his comment “You don’t look like a puppet anymore” he rolled his eyes “I meant that in some ways you look the same but in other- other ways you look very different” he stares at you collarbone

“Sam?” You take a step forward “It’s mean to look at girls boobs when they’re talking” he freezes “I was not-“ you grab his bicep “I always knew you liked me” Sam is really about to die or kill himself, whatever is option is quicker… instead he grabs your waits and pulls you to him then freezes again “You want to kiss me Sammy?” His gaze switches from your eyes to your lips, to your boobs that look so good in that thank top, then your lips again, his lips hesitantly meet you in a clumsy kiss… but then you find out he’s so hungry for this, teeth clatter and he hums into your mouth, his hands shaking as he holds your waist…. You pull away teasingly as he tries to chase your lips but you have other plans like kissing his neck

“Fuck” he moans, his little sound has you clenching your thighs, you need this boy asap…as you nibble and suck his neck then pulling away again “Sam” “What?” He says breathlessly

“Can I suck you off?” WHAT THE FUCK he nodds shakily and you get on your knees “J-James?” Sam’s says as he watches you unbuckle his belt “Don’t talk about my fucking brother when I’m going to give you a blowjob” “Sorry..” “He’s playing, he wont find out.” You try to reassure this poor boy as he nods shakily “I promise” you unzip his pants and take his boxers down urgently, it’s too much, you hear the popcorn popping, heavy breathe, the waves crashing distantly… his cock slapped against his stomach… Sam looks down at you in awe

You start stroking him, watching the angry red tip leaking already, “w-wait wait I’m gonna c-cum” Sam warns virgins you think to yourself and force yourself to stop stroking him, if he’s gonna fucking cum he’s cumming down your throath tonight “fine” you say angrily and take him down your throat “Fuck!” Sam moans as his shaky hand tangles in your hair pushing you down further “I can’t I can’t I’m sorry” his eyes roll back and his back arches, your wet lips wrapping around his thick cock…. Sucking him sloppy it’s just so much

He doesn’t know why god is on his side tonight but he’s not complaining, he beats himself mentally, he seeing stars, fireworks exploding behind his eyes and all that cringy shit he once heard, now he knows it’s real, he feels your tongue massaging the underside of his cock and you make something with your tongue where it licks at his balls slightly and-

“Fuck!” He yells as he cums…. Thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throath, he tastes salty…

Your doe eyes look up at him seductively as you keep licking his tip, his legs tremble as he spasms, he has to push you away so he doesn’t pass out

You finally release his cock from your mouth “breathe Sammy….” “Fuck sorry I-“ his breathe is heavy “Shhh….” You kiss his lips softly so he tastes his own cum…..

“You’re sleeping here right?” He nodds

“Come to my room at 2:00 AM” he nodds again and you know this boy is completely at your mercy

“Oh and Sammy….. your popcorn” you point to the stove and evident smoke “Shit!” Sam runs and trips over his pants, pulling them up quickly and trying to not burn your damn house.

dividers - @i92-93

(Im very sorry for the absence! I been pretty much busy and a little unmotivated to write but I’ll try to post another fic this week, this was a little bit rushed but I hope you like it)

@anakinsbbgirl

#sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe smut #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe hayden christensen #sam monroe life as a house #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen characters #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen

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katsu28 · 10 months

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through the lens

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you

warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k

a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot

The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric.

AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes.

All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him.

He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus.

Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.

More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps.

Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head.

“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say.

You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him.

“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise.

You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him.

“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?”

“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you.

“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.

Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual.

Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place.

Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!”

“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.

“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy.

“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team.

“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?”

Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course.

“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?”

Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.”

“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you.

You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team.

“So. What’d you think of the game?”

“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.”

“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!”

“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.”

“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.”

“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.”

“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.”

While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him.

Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”

“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect.

“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake.

“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true.

Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did.

On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for.

Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time.

It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials.

A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair.

“D’you ever stop working?”

“Meaning?”

“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.”

“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears.

You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes.

“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.”

“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside.

“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere.

“You’re just saying that.”

“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly.

“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it.

“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”

“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back.

But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.”

“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.

“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?”

“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.”

“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.”

He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?”

“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.”

“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”

“If you can handle it.”

Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.”

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buckrecs · 1 year

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hello !! i would like to request a friends to lovers trope bucky fics recommendations if you could ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Friends to Lovers

masterlist | req masterlist

friends to lovers is one of my absolute favorite tropes🥺

* = contains smut

ONESHOT

The Key Jangle by @delaber

Sick and tired of your many recent bad dates, you’re dreading yet another Valentine’s Day alone. When Bucky offers to show you what a night out is supposed to look like according to him, you get to experience what it’s like to date your best friend.

A Date by @delaber

you have a date and Bucky’s not exactly happy about it.

you by @lovelybarnes

best friends to lovers

Drunk in Love by @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

*Three Hundred by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

Obvious by @babyboibucky

You and Bucky are more than friends but less than lovers.

until his last breath by @witchywithwhiskey

when your best friend finds you destroying all the stuffed animals your cheater boyfriend gave you, he comforts you and buys you a new one.

Aching by @bbyboybucket

After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch. // Or a friends to lovers story.

cookies, kisses, and stuff by @stevebabey

Something had... shifted. Yet somehow, nothing had changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but sometime between then and now, there’s a difference. Well, that much was obvious — a lot of things had changed since Bucky and you became friends.

*long awaited by @muchadoaboutbucky

Bucky asks you to come over, just to hang out.

one bed, two buddies by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You’re out on a mission with Bucky and Sam. Everything operates as usual until the room you’re sharing with Bucky only has one bed for the two of you. You try not to make a big deal of it, but that’s a little difficult when you both have some unresolved feelings for the other.

*Need To Know by @kikixreverie

When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?

To Let You Win by @delaber

a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

to soften his reputation, natasha suggests that bucky find a plus one to tony's party. chaos ensues.

Can I Kiss You? by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

you have a crush on bucky, and he has one on you. who cares if youre best friends. best friends kiss ALL the time.. right?

11:59 pm, December 31 by @lunarbuck

You've been in love with your best friend Bucky Barnes since fourth grade, but to him, you're just his best friend. It's New Year's Eve, maybe tonight will be different.

a million summers by @intrepidacious

Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.

voldka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

when you find out that someone you slept with secretly took photos and videos of you during sex, you feel betrayed - but bucky won't stand by and let that happen to his best friend.

Be My Muse by @themorningsunshine

Muse - A person or spirit that gives an artist the desire to create things

*it’s just a kiss by @witchywithwhiskey

your best friend bucky barnes decides he wants to see what it'd be like if you two kissed.

long awaited by @muchadoaboutbucky

*drunk off you by @cunaeparker

asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy

Buttercup by @buckyalpine

A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting

As Bucky finds himself within the still familiarity of Brooklyn, he comes to realize that he deserves nice things. And, most of all, that he deserves you.

dear… whoever by @kashimos-hajime

a mandated series of long and short diary entries from the new head of R&D for Stark Industries.

the trials and tribulations of getting Bucky Barnes a second date by @buckyarchives

Bucky hasn’t kissed someone since the 40s and he needs a little… practice.

SERIES

*The Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

It’s All Fun and Games by @yikeswtfmate

A glimpse into Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, where they’re not together, but every single one of their friends would beg to differ.

*Ease My Mind by @buckyskorpion

Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Here Comes The…Ex? by @ghostofskywalker

Three years after you broke up, you received the one piece of mail that no girl ever wanted to receive from her ex: a wedding invitation. You weren’t even going to go, but all that changed when his best friend came barging back into your life and insisted that you accompany him to the event.

Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had by @language-rxgers

When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesn’t leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned.

*vacant mirrors by @whirlybirbs

shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes.

Make the Wave by @lostgirlmuseum

You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #best friend!bucky #bucky barnes friends to lovers #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #artist!bucky

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rosie-writings · 4 months

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Driven by Holy Force

Summary: You had been friends with Sam and Colby since middle school, and it took the success of both of your channels for you to realize that only Sam could satisfy you.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Drunken sex (consentual), Sam x Reader smut, Lovelorn Bitter-sweetness all around— I’m not responsible for the fuzzy feels

Words: 5.6k

No Y/N Used

Title is from ‘Mine’ by Sleep Token

The last time I stepped foot in this club, I was a shaking horrifyingly new green bean to the party space full of established content creators.

Now I couldn’t keep up with the amount of greetings and glances that shot my way. I kept a smile pulled at my painted lips even though I shook to my core. My heart raced under my ribs, and I desperately needed a drink in my hands to hide behind. I needed an anchor, I needed a place to stay comfortable and out of the spotlight tonight, I needed someone—to find something—

Maybe it had been months now—years—since I gained my own separate platform and business apart from my best friends, but I still felt dependent on them. I remember Sam and Colby posting these dumb videos back in high school and I roasted their asses for being dipshits on the internet.

I guess it paid off considering the room they gave to me in their new house. My room in their new house was bigger than my downtown apartment.

When they told me they were moving to LA, I remember standing shell shocked with questions. For how long? Why? Will I see them again—And then they asked me to live with them.

How much audacity did two boys have in order to ask the younger girl who followed them around like a lost puppy more often than not to move across the country with them?

They didn’t ask without giving me the ultimatum that I had to focus on my own content and actually post a video more often than every six months. I agreed because who wouldn’t try it out at least once? I was only nineteen so if it didn’t work out, I wouldn’t have wasted precious time. This was the time to bulldoze my way through questionable opportunities. Technically we were all kids still; they were 21, nearly 22, and I was told that girls’ brains don’t turn on until they are 24 and boys’ brains don’t turn on period.

I just didn’t expect for my channel to blow up alongside them. If they hit a milestone, I hit it six months later.

Now I was 24. They were 27. And life was still on an incline.

Everyday I was stunned by the achievements I somehow made. Perhaps authenticity and the exploitment of embarrassing universal experiences were things people my age really did want. I grew up imagining living the perfect life alongside the perfectly polished A list celebrities. I was nowhere near that and somehow, I had it so much better.

The major issue that I collided head on going 120 miles per hour wasn’t a massive internet scandal like I expected, but it was the way my stomach flipped when Sam looked at me from across the room.

Call it an overworked brain, call it a lack of sleep, or call it a lovelorn heart that was too afraid of being thrown away; whatever it was, it was out for blood. It made home in the fascia of my body.

God, nothing came of us in our past lives. Not when we found each other between classes in middle school. Not when we skipped school and whispered in the dark alleys of abandoned buildings. Not even when we woke up under the same roof like we always wanted. It was now. Now after the success, after the hard work.

We were stable.

Suddenly I had time. Suddenly I had some leeway where if something blew up in flames, I would be alright.

Now I was feeling risky, and somehow my stomach caught onto it.

”Oh my god, finally.” I heard the voice pierce through the thoughts I couldn’t shake myself. I turned to a red drink pressed to my nose. I grabbed it before it spilled down my front. “She wins a Streamy and suddenly is fashionably late.” I burst out laughing and hid my blush with my hand.

”Tara, shut the hell up.” She grabbed my wrist and that was when I found my anchor.

She led me to the table our friends parked at, and I sucked down the drink by the time we greeted each other. Two shots down and we gossiped like it was the end of the world. It felt like it. The colors in the dark room illuminated their eyes and sparkles in their eye make up, and I wondered if every night would feel like this as long as they were around.

It took years, but here I was finally surrounded by girls who accepted me, who I didn’t need to pretend around.

The problem was, they saw right through me.

“Oh my god!” Vereena gasped and raised her hand towards me. I turned to her in expectation. “I forgot to say—I saw you and Sam out on what, like Tuesday night or something?” My face flared at the name and my heart skipped a beat because yeah, we did do something on Tuesday night. To be fair, Colby was stressed sick and lying in bed all night trying to schedule meetings. He told us to leave him the fuck alone because if we stayed in the house, we all knew we would coax him into having fun like swimming in the pool at 2am in the dead of winter.

”You—What?” I laughed. “Stalking me, are you?”

“Me and Tara literally were meeting up,” she said as she lifted her hand to her. Tara laughed as she agreed with her and shook her head to intervene. “We stopped at the Trader Joe’s right there on the—the—and you guys were—“

”She’s right, I totally forgot. We got stuff for an apartment clean out night, and you and Sam were getting dinner or something.” I glared at Tara for egging this on.

”Colby needed us out of the house so we just got some food before we saw some friends—Why are you weaponizing this?”

”I’m not weaponizing,” she burst out laughing. “I’m just saying what a coincidence.” That toothy smirk and interlaced fingers made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“You’re an idiot. We literally aren’t—“

“No one said anything about dating,” Tara said as she sipped her drink with raised brows. “Why did Colby even need you gone?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to, Tar—“

“Uh no?” I laughed. “He was literally freaking out about getting shit done, I don’t fucking know—“

“Oh!” Tara gasped. “Speaking of—“

I stood straight as I felt arms around me. They came from around my neck and rested in front of me, face pressed against mine.

“Speaking of? What the hell does that mean?” Sam’s voice is loud in my ear and I drowned in it.

“Oh you know, just talking about Colby’s meltdown earlier this week,” Tara replied.

“Whoa, excuse me,” he said from behind Tara. She looked back at him with a laugh. “I literally was actually working unlike these bafoons.”

Good thing Sam pulled away and hugged the other girls at the table or else I would have collapsed.

“Oh so what you're saying is you kicked them out so they could go on a date, right?”

“What—“ Colby asked, completely taken off guard. “No? They got dinner then grabbed stuff for us to watch movies and actually chill. What do you mean date?”

“Oh my god Tara, you’re being weird,” I said, but as I looked at her, she shook her head with that pesky smile. I decided to interrogate her sometime before the night was over.

“How was last night?” Sam asked as he made his way back to me. I stayed with my best friend overnight after the party at her house because she was utterly blacked out. I was as well—don’t get me wrong—but she had a different kind of black out in her system.

“It was great, I don’t remember anything.”

“Jesus fuck,” he laughed. “At least you’re here in one piece—“ I didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed up and down my body. “—and she’s not, like, dead, yeah?”

“Yeah Sam, literally—I think we slept all day and Tara was the one who called us both over and over to make sure we were up before everyone came to get us ready.”

“You look really nice,” he said immediately after. My smile dropped.

“Thanks, you do too.”

And he pulled his hand away from my back; his palm grazed my arm as he stepped back. I didn’t realize he even held me there.

“I’m getting drinks, do you want something?”

“Yeah, whatever is fine.” He nodded and took other people’s drink orders before retreating to the bar.

I stood in disbelief that Tara said that. To Colby’s face as well. Now I retraced every step I took with Sam; perhaps it could have been taken like we were dating.

But we all knew we weren’t. We had been best friends since middle school. It was clear; none of us liked each other like that. That was how we stayed together for so long without heartbreak or problems.

So I wouldn’t allow it to be a problem, no, this feeling in my stomach might have confirmed Tara’s words, but it didn’t matter.

The words would never leave my mouth.

Colby caught himself in conversation a few tables over, and I stayed with Tara and our friends at the table for only a few more moments until Sam came back and slid me a drink.

Of course it was the drink I always ordered for myself. I didn’t have to ask for it anymore; obviously he had known it forever now. Tara eyed the drink, my face, the drink…

Sam left without a word and mingled with the same group Colby was in.

It got out of hand now, I knew, and Tara’s words made it much more tangible than it had to be. No one had said anything to my face—nor their faces—yet, and for it to happen so suddenly and during a time of weakness nearly broke me.

But how could I not let my body not react when I looked up and saw Sam as he spoke and laughed with friends? He looked too good tonight, he always did, but I never chalked it up to be this kind of good. His glasses, his hair, his face; so familiar but so different. Then his eyes caught mine. Fuck. Too pretty, too blue in the lights; his head leaned to the side in question.

I hardly finished two drinks but they had to have done something to me because what were these thoughts?

“You good?” I felt a hand on my arm.

“Totally! I was thinking that I’m bored,” I said as I looked at the girls.

“We’re waiting for a couple more then we were going to party, I promise!”

“You would be pregaming at the game wouldn’t you?” Vereena jeered, and while Tara glared at her, I laughed and grabbed my drink.

“When we’re ready, come and get me.”

“Sure thing!”

Who else was I to go to than the boys?

But Sam turned around and walked towards me before he noticed I was headed to them. I paused, and when he turned, he gasped and halted right in front of me.

“Oh hi,” he said quickly. “I was about to go so hi to some people, but—“

“Alright, I was just—“

“It’s fine, I haven’t seen you for like two days.” His arm linked around my neck and I rolled my eyes.

“Please, it was a night.”

“In the morning it will be two days.”

“Well, aren't you keeping track.”

“No,” he dragged out bashfully. We walked haphazardly from our friends and deeper into the club where the lights were far and few between and the music was louder until I felt it reverberating my teeth.

“Tara said I fuck ton,” he laughed.

“What are you talking about?” I shouted over the music. We caved into each other, my hand linked with his that was over my shoulder.

“She made fun of us being on a date right in front of Colby.” I looked at him with crazy eyes.

“What are you talking about? So we were on a date?” THat was when he smiled so wide his face flushed.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Nothing?” I gasped. “I mean, I don’t blame her, it was feeling kind of date-ish.”

“If you think that was a date then maybe you need to be shown what a real one is.” We stopped walking and I looked back at him with a smile fallen face.

“And you would be the one to show me?”

“I didn’t think you’d ever want to have this discussion.” His smile was long gone as well. We faced each other, so close that with one deep breath we would touch.

“I didn’t realize there was a discussion we needed to have.” He shook his head in defeat.

He took a deep breath then stepped away.

“Sam—“

“I don’t—You don’t—“

“I know,” I said firmly without breaking eye contact. “I know.” I repeated with more assurance than I ever felt before.

A second.

Another.

He inched closer.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t smile and he didn’t look away. I swallowed down nothing—my tongue was so dry—but I looked back at him nonetheless. And then his hand came up and touched my face as if he couldn’t resist it. My hand held his wrist just in case he was an idiot and pulled away.

“You’re so dumb, such an idiot.”

“I’m an idiot?” I gasped. “You are! You’re the one who won’t look away from me and then have the audacity to call me an idiot when you want to kiss me so bad.” That cracked a small smile from him.

“No, I mean, in all places, you decide to let me kiss you for the first time in a dark club away from all our friends?”

“God, and we aren’t even drunk. What is wrong with us?”

He smiled widely before he grabbed my face with two hands and pulled me into a kiss.

Of course I held onto both of his wrists now—just in case he was an idiot for a second time since everyone knew he was—but this only caused him to step deeper into me and knock me off balance. I gasped against him only for his tongue to divide my lips and taste what was behind.

“Sam,” I gasped his name against his mouth and he only hummed into me. One of his hands fell down and held my waist—tugging, grasping for something—and my arm wrapped around his neck. Fuck, he couldn’t get close enough to me.

My heart stopped the second he moaned into me. I could barely hear it, but I felt it in my mouth, on his skin. He kissed me like he meant it. I would taste him, feel it for days, and even if I wanted to forget, I knew the numbness of my tongue would itch for more and more—

“Oh my god—“ I leapt from him faster than how this all started. He too looked back to the voice, Tara, and he smiled widely. “I fucking knew it you motherfuckers, gaslighters if I’ve ever known them, and you damn well know I do—“

“Tara, chill,” I laughed. “If it makes you feel better, it was the first time that happened.”

She gasped with wide eyes.

“ShIt, sorry I—“

“You’re fine,” Sam laughed. His fingers tangled with mine. “We were just coming back, actually.”

“We were?” I whispered as we followed Tara back to the tables.

“Shit,” he expelled and looked at me with a look I hadn’t seen from those familiar eyes. “What else did you want from me?”

I looked straight ahead even though I knew his eyes were hooked on me.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Whatever—Whatever you could think of I guess.” He sucked in a breath and neither of us said a word until we joined with our friends again.

His grip on my hand tightened exponentially.

“Someone get these jackasses more drinks since they clearly haven’t had enough to chill,” Tara said. I glared at her and Sam walked up to Colby. My heart was in my throat at that point. There was something about Tara spilling the beans to our friends about our kiss mixed with the sight of Colby locking eyes with mine and them slowly widening when he realized.

His lips ever so slowly parted and he smiled with a shaking of the head.

“Fucking knew it,” he said. I didn’t hear him, but I read his lips and Sam shoved him back as he walked past him for a drink. Colby and I stepped closer together as a smile pulled at my mouth and he laughed loudly. “You are so fucking dumb,” he laughed still, and his hands raised in self defense as I wanted at him.

“I’m not dumb; he is.”

“Do you know how hard it is to read you? You literally say and do four different things. You had the poor man pining for years.”

“And I was supposed to know that? Maybe if he just sucked it up and kissed me—“

“Jesus fuck, just blame everything on me, what don’t you? If you want me to kiss you that bad—“

I choked on myself as Sam grabbed me and kissed me there in front of everyone. I swore I combusted the moment I heard my friends get loud, and Sam smiled into this kiss. Of course I pushed him off way too fast for him, but he accepted it.

He didn’t let go of my hand.

He didn’t let go of it all night.

We partied, drank, sang, and talked until we forgot time existed. I couldn’t get this fuzzy ringing out of my head either. I did shots with the girls, Sam got me another drink, and if fourteen year old me knew where I was that night, she probably would have spontaneously combusted.

Because Sam? No way.

No fucking way.

But I kissed him, tasted him, and drank with him and sat on his lap like it had been normal for years.

Perhaps it should have been

I grew antsy.

I couldn’t think straight and I toppled over my shoes. When did they get so tall? And when did it get cold?

We were outside, we were on our way home. Not home. Colby spoke to Sam and it felt like they schemed something behind my back, they always did that, didn’t they? Sam shook his head and I was about to ask him what was up until Colby slipped him the hotel room key card.

Oh.

That’s what was going on.

And he got into a separate Uber.

Sam and I were alone.

No amount of training could have gotten my heart strong enough to handle this night. I hoped the Uber driver didn’t hear its pattering in its place, if it was even there anymore.

Sam’s arm was behind me and I leaned into him; I didn’t know what to say because then the entire world could hear. Suddenly it was as if every word I could possibly say was for Sam and Sam’s ears only.

His voice broke a thank you as we left. Thank god whatever hotel they booked for tonight was close to the club. Did that mean Colby went home? No, he got into that Uber, right. And he followed two girls in, there was a fourth person I thought. I didn’t remember shit—

The closing of the hotel room silenced my busy brain.

Sam pinned me to the door and it was all blood and guts from there.

I memorized the way he tasted as if to make up for lost time, and his hands did the same on my skin. I was so cold, so hot at the same time that he warmed me but sent chills down every inch.

”Holy shit, you’ve driven me so fucking crazy for so long. I didn’t think this—“ Sam couldn’t waste another second of empty air.

A noise yanked from the back of my throat when his arm latched under my leg and pulled it up. My jaw dropped when he rolled his hips into mine and I could have blacked out. Maybe it was the alcohol that amplified my senses, but either way Sam’s touch was enough for me to lose it.

”Can—Can feel you through your jeans,” I whined. I didn’t know what I said, I just needed.

”Yeah baby? I won’t—fuck—won’t even make it to the bed—“

”Need you now.”

He watched me intently when his hand slipped down and palmed at my underwear. I flinched because they must have been disgusting after so long—

He had a visceral reaction.

His moans cut straight to where he touched me, and I pulled him closer, closer.

”Please.”

”No need to beg.” His voice was gentle.

Fingers moved my underwear to the side and he teased me once as if to ready me, but there was no use.

”Holy shit,” he moaned yet again when two fingers immediately slipped into me. “You’ve wanted it for so long, haven’t you? You’re already ready.”

”I thought you were going to touch me after you kissed me the first time.” He choked a laugh.

”Yeah and then make not only our first kiss but our first time together be in a club? Absolutely not.”

”Oh so you planned to torture me like this?”

“I mean look at you; you’re writhing for me like I’m never going to touch you.”

”Just please—“ My head hit the door when he furiously tapped the spot inside of me. The leg that supported me caved, and he pinned me harder to the door. And that was when his mouth latched to my skin. I didn’t care. I wanted to wake up and see the red angry bruises from the night before.

Wanted the world to see them.

”Sam, I swear to god, just get inside of me.”

”Fuck,” he groaned against my skin. “Okay, okay.”

“Holy shit—Oh fuck oh fuck,” I gasped in anticipation. He moaned as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans and didn’t waste any time removing any of our clothes—

I held my breath when he filled me to the brim. He paused. I felt his breath stop as well. My entire body shook with the adrenaline that he caused, and for a second I wondered if some people were genuinely made for others.

“Shit, look at me, look at me,” he said. His voice had been deathly quiet since the moment we stepped foot behind this door. His hand latched to my throat and pushed it to the wall. And as he stared deep in my eyes like he did at the club when he kissed me for the first time, he thrusted into me once, twice—

I had to close my eyes or else he would have killed me.

“Fuck! Sam please just—You feel—“

“Feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he finally moaned louder. His head tossed back. My hand caved over his hand that pinned down my waist tightly. He sped up, everything felt faster and faster, more intense.

“Fuck me, oh god, fuck me Sam. I need you so hard—“

“I know, baby, I know.” He gasped under his breath as he gained better leverage of my leg that he held over his elbow.

This time, he knocked the breath out of me.

“Holy fuck—yes, yes, yes,” I moaned and more inaudible words poured from me. I was inconsolable. I couldn’t control anything that came from my mouth anymore.

And I thought I was the one we had to worry about being too loud; his moans mixed with mine in the hot air between us, and I swallowed them down with every distracted and messy kiss.

”You—Ugh,” he groaned loudly and tossed his head back. I watched in disbelief as that beautiful face twisted with a pleasure I could only imagine before. “I’m so obsessed with you holy shit.”

”Bed, please, need it hard.”

”Okay—“ I bit my lip to distract myself from the empty feeling when he pulled out of me. His hands grabbed me with a fervor they never had and I gave him control as he yanked me around and towards the unused bed.

I knew he tried to throw me down, but I didn’t let go of him and forced him down on top of me. I caught him in a kiss, and a whine broke from him as if he never thought he could touch me like this. I knew. I could tell; I could read him like a child’s book.

“Off,” he demanded, and that was all it took. I helped him yank off the black tank that was a bit too tight already. I didn’t dare try to help him with my skirt; clearly he wanted all of me to undress, to undo, by himself.

As he took off my clothes, he kissed down my body, and I scooted back and properly lay on the pillows. I needed some kind of support—another kind of anchor—because this new side of Sam was something I almost didn’t handle. He almost shot me through the atmosphere with an adrenaline fueled pleasure that was so foreign to me.

“Taste so good,” he quietly hummed in between kisses.

”Haven’t really tasted me yet,” I gasped with my hands tangled in his hair. He’s hooked his head as his fingers slid my underwear off completely.

“Just your skin is enough—“

But it wasn’t all.

I had to bite the back of my hand when his tongue pressed against me. One of his hands held down my hips as the other shoved a thigh back.

“Sam—“ I cried and he moaned against me and tasted me, pleased me, more and more. It was like he couldn’t get enough; I couldn’t get enough, and he needed to give me everything until I was satisfied.

Could I ever be satisfied by him? I was selfish. I needed all of him all the time forever, maybe then I would be satisfied.

”Ugh! Oh my god, please,” I broke.

”Please what?” Fuck that sweet voice. Maybe he would never get the chance to satisfy me, he would kill me first. His finger tips ever so lightly swirled against me where his tongue made disgustingly wet, and his eyes flashed up at me with a look that made me forget every word I learned.

”Please—Hands, I need you—“

”I know that, how do you want me?”

”Fuck—You know!”

”Want you to tell me.” Another whine escaped me as he kitten-licked me once, twice. “Say it.”

”Fingers! I need your fingers inside me, please. Finger me and—oh fuck!” It was incredibly slow, I know that, but the intensity washed over me like a wildfire when two fingers pushed inside. The confidence in his touches alone were what sent me spiraling.

”And what?” Another noise came from me. I didn’t know where that gentle confidence came from. Did his other girlfriends get this? What about me? Mine. He was mine now and no one else’s.

”Need your tongue, please. Put your mouth on me.” The sentence still hung in the air when he dived back into me. This time he used his arm against my lower stomach to pin me down from writhing. I don’t remember what I said; I couldn’t hear the words that poured from my aching throat. All I knew was that it was enough for him to keep going and going until tears blurred my vision. “Sam, please. Please, I‘m—“

”You what, baby?” That fucking teasing.

”I’m going to cum.”

”Oh,” he said as if he didn’t already know that. And he sat up to his knees; his eyes watched his hand as it lazily fell down the work he did on me.

”No please! I want—“‘

“I know it feels good,” he cut me off. “But I want things too and if I’m not inside of you again literally this second I—I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Something nasty in me wanted to find out what he would do.

”Then hurry.” I sat up and fumbled with the top two buttons of his shirt so that I could at least slip it off his head, and he worked his jeans off.

”Holy fuck just—oh god—just stop,” he demanded and grabbed my wrist. “Lay down.”

“Sam, come on,” I whined through gritted teeth.

Finally he kicked his jeans and underwear to the floor.

”The amount of times I’ve imagined you in my bed is—is unreal,” he said quietly as he crawled over me. My stomach dropped.

”Then why did you have so many girls?” A disgusted laugh broke from his mouth.

“‘Cause you didn’t want me—at least I thought. And how was I supposed to ruin what we had?”

“You wouldn’t have,” I gasped as he slid teased me up and down with his tip. My head shoved deepening into the pillows and I needed a break from watching him or else I would have passed out.

“I didn’t know.”

“But how?”

“How didn’t you?” The grit in his voice tied my throat in a knot and he firmly pushed into me. He didn’t give me any room to run away—not like I would have—but he pinned my thighs back. I had to take what he gave me. Good thing I wanted nothing less.

“How didn’t you?” I shouted back.

That was when he wrapped his hand around my throat and actually pinned me down. My hand held onto his wrist and he came nose to nose with me.

”Wanted you so bad—holy shit—wanted you for so long—“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence, he needed his mouth on mine. I drank him down like he was the last water on earth and I hadn’t drank in weeks. He tasted like heaven in my mouth, and I wished I could feel more and more of him. I knew him all too well, and now I wanted to know him in every way physically possible.

“You don’t even know,” he laughed when he pulled away. A gasp shoved out of me when he linked my leg over his arm. I tried to listen to him, but how could I when he was so infinitely deep in me I didn’t have any more capacity for words. “Literally—I literally imagined it was you when I kissed other girls. Pretended I fucked you and not them. Fuck, it was never enough.”

”Sam,” I gasped at the confession. What was I supposed to say to that? The tears really never cleared up. Not with the unreal stimulation, not with the desperate confessions falling off his sweet tongue. “Wanted you. I was so mad—“ He cut me off with more kisses.

There was enough time to talk later. Right now he decided he needed to kiss it all away and make up for what we lost.

I lost track of time. Any amount could have passed and it would have felt the same. Maybe he fucked me so hard I would feel him for days, but never would this feel like only that. He was more than that, and I should have accepted it long ago. It must have always been there, because two years of living together wouldn’t have brought these feelings, no. I must have wanted him before. Before everything.

“Oh my god,” he gasped for breath. “I love you so much, shit I love you.”

”I love you too, you know I have.” He nodded.

”So close,” he whispered this time. That haze in his eyes gave it away.

“I know, inside of me. I need your cum in me.”

”Are—fuck—Are you sure? You—You aren’t on birth control—“

“I don't care, I'll deal with that later.”

“Fuck, you’re really going to kill me, aren’t you?” I couldn’t say anything else, and I smiled from the over abundance of butterflies in my stomach from his words.

”Fuck—I’m coming,” I gasped. I don’t know where it came from. It was like only he had an on and off switch for me.

”Yeah? With me then, baby.”

I couldn’t even kiss him as I hit my high. It more so grabbed me by the throat and had a death wish for me. We moaned into open mouthed kisses; clearly he was too overcome to kiss me back as well. I held onto him like I was scared he would fall away from me, but how could that ever happen?

He got even closer to me, and pushed me down as tightly as he could. My hand tangled in his hair, nails leave their marks on his skin.

I wanted to live in this silence between us; make it my permanent home. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, and there was no more longing in my tired heart. How stupid I felt. Hopefully he felt the same.

Kisses trailed up my neck. I was lost in the feeling of his gentle touches across my skin. Thankfully he didn’t make a move to get off of me because I didn’t have the strength to fight him to stay down on me.

And I don’t know what came over me, the words just tumbled out.

"I don't think I can settle with just dating you," I mumbled. Sam stared back at me in anticipation. My heart skipped beats like a rock across the top of slick still water.

"What are you saying?" His words were careful.

"Even if we got married, calling you my husband wouldn't amount to what you mean to me, what you are to me."

"Not even marriage is good enough for you," he sighed. I laughed at his artificial annoyance. "Of course I'd be stuck with the one insatiable person alive."

I grabbed his face with my hands.

"You're the only one who's satiated me. What we are doesn’t. The only way I'd be satiated without you deep inside me is the promise that we would be together even after this lifetime." I don’t think he blinked. He stared at me, lips parted with bated breath. Even as we laid connected still, and it was so far past the point of being disgusting, he pushed against me harder.

"Fuck, you’re the beginning and end of me."

A/N: Requests are open

Love, Rosie

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach smut #minors dni #18+ only

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silver-stake-through-the-heart · 7 months

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One thing I would have loved to see in Supernatural is a season with a full-frontal war between Cas and Sam.

It would start with Cas and Sam being bitchy to each other (especially Cas, let's be honest), as usual, but the breaking point is Dean walking in during one of their arguments. Cas notices and turns into a poor, innocent and harmless guy with big blue eyes 🥺 but Sam doesn't so he keeps talking to Cas the same way. Dean swoops in to defend Cas. Dean fusses over Cas and glares at Sam everytime he wants to explain what truly happened.

Sam decides it's war, and everything escalate. Cas and Sam are very careful about hiding this to Dean. Dean notices Sam is being sneaky, but not Cas. Cas uses it to his advantage and rubs it to Sam's face whenever he can (At least Dean trusts me), making Sam even more determined to win.

Of course, somehow, they find a way to trigger an Apocalypse, because the both of them are disasters.

#cas vs sam #team free will #bitchy cas #destiel #ish #destiel fic ideas #worried husband dean #my post

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illiterateaffairs · 1 year

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DISTRACTIONS II | ALONE AT MIDNIGHT

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 2,880

summary: jamie refuses to let you go home alone again

A/N: what could THAT mean?

distractions masterlist | previous chapter

After almost three months with the club, you and the team are now celebrating a seven game win streak.

Rebecca has somehow managed to convince a star football player called Zava to join AFC Richmond (you still weren’t sure if that was his first name or last name) and they haven’t lost a match since. While very gifted at football, you wouldn’t exactly call Zava your favorite player to work with. He was self-centered but not at all self aware. For some reason the team worshiped him but you could hardly understand why. With what you heard about how much they couldn’t stand Jamie when he used to be more selfish and stuck-up, you didn’t get why they’re putting up with Zava. Maybe it was just the thrill of back-to-back wins. They were all the happiest you’d ever seen them so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Well almost all of them were happy. Anytime the team went out for drinks to celebrate their recent victories (even days after on a random Wednesday - any excuse for a pint, as Isaac would say) Sam convinced you to tag along. That’s how you started spending time getting to know more guys like Isaac and Colin and Dani. But even as you bonded with them, you couldn’t help but notice Jamie. You’d always find him sulking in a corner with a beer in his hand, or half heartedly making conversation with one of his teammates. You’d spoken to him a few times over the last several weeks, and while you’d talk about your weekend or share jokes about other players or even the coaches (apologies, Uncle Ted), your conversations were never lengthy or of substance. So you ignored the urge to check up on him during these nights.

You’re out again tonight - except this time it's the entire club. Coaches, staff, and all are gathered at Sam’s restaurant Ola’s for an unofficial opening celebration in honor of the team’s seventh straight win. You’re sipping champagne by the bar with Rebecca and Keeley, when they have to introduce you to Rebecca’s old friend Sassy. You’ll love her! And of course you do. Everyone you encounter here is the best person you’ve ever met. Although your ears bleed when Sassy alludes to going home with Ted later. Rebecca secretly gives you a simultaneously apologetic and amused look, to which you can only laugh through your embarrassment.

As you sip your champagne, you can’t help but look on as your work family mixes and mingles and laughs together. You try not to beam at Sam, who you’ve told you’re proud of a million times that night, as he talks to his chef friend. You look on curiously as Colin introduces a friend of his to some other members of the team. You even feel comforted when you see Roy sit down next to Jamie, hoping someone can get that boy out of whatever funk he’s in. Even Zava makes a surprise appearance but you keep from rolling your eyes.

You’ve really become comfortable here the last few months. You try to remember the last time you’ve felt this happy and content and you come up blank. You’re surrounded by people you actually like and a job that sustains you both financially and spiritually. Now if only you could write a word of fiction you were proud of, but baby steps will have to do.

You’re not a superstitious or paranoid person, but as soon as you start dwelling on how great your life is going, you know that you’ll jinx it.

And you do.

As Rebecca begins telling you and Keeley about the psychic reading she had recently, your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You figure it's a text from your dads and don’t want to miss an opportunity to connect with them even briefly, since you’ve been so busy. Instead of finding a text from your family group chat, you see an Instagram notification.

Mason_Andrews has posted for the first time in a while.

Stupid Instagram and their stupid irrelevant notifications.

You know you shouldn’t look. You’re having a great time, and you haven’t really thought about him in weeks. But you’re so curious. Besides, you really need to make the move to unfollow him and this could be the perfect opportunity to do so.

So you click the notification banner and Instagram opens to a picture of Mason- with his arms wrapped around an eerily familiar red-head.

He’d told you he barely knew the girl, as the two of you fought that night; that she didn’t mean anything to him.

Apparently she did now. They looked extra cozy, all dressed up in cocktail attire at what must have been one of Mason’s work events. My girl, the caption reads simply. Your fingers move faster than your brain as you tap the image to see the girl has been tagged. Her handle tells you her name is Chloe. You know if you start digging any further you’re going to drive yourself crazy. But if you don’t look and go on the rest of the night trying to forget about it, you’ll feel even crazier. So you decide you need to get out of there as soon as possible.

Under the guise of exhaustion, you bid your farewells to Keeley and Rebecca. You catch Ted’s eye over Sassy’s shoulder and wave. He mouths back a “get home safe”. You don’t even try to get Beard’s attention with his girlfriend Jane in his lap. Roy gives you a nod and you briefly make eye contact with Jamie as Keeley’s friend and coworker Shandy talks off his ear, giving him a small smile as you head to the front. You let Sam know you’re calling it a night, and he begs you to stay for a little while longer, but you just hug him tighter and promise to be his first customer when Ola’s officially opens. He flashes his contagious, thousand-watt smile and you almost feel better, accepting the green matchbook as a keepsake that you know you’ll never part with.

Leaning against the brick of the restaurant, you mean to call an Uber, but end up giving in and immediately start cyber-stalking Chloe. You’re nearly a full year down her Instagram grid when the door jingles beside you, causing you to jump.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, palming your chest to calm your rising heart rate.

“Didn’t know you were so religious,” Jamie snickers from beside you, seemingly a bit more upbeat than he was earlier in the evening.

You snort, relaxing a bit, “Says the guy with the cross earring.”

He smirks, “It's a fashion statement, ever heard of it?”

“My sincerest apologies,” You hold your hands up playfully in surrender, “I’m surprised you're alone.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Why?”

“Well it seems if Shandy had her way, you’d be leaving with her.”

Jamie takes a deep breath, “Shandy is…a lot. I think she wanted to take a bite out of me.”

You laugh at the pained expression on his face, “What, you’re not into that sort of thing?”

He gets a mischievous glint in his eye and you know you’re going to regret having said that, “Well, I’m usually the one doing the biting.”

“My God,” you groan, closing your eyes.

“There you go with the religious expletives,” he tsks, “You know you shouldn’t use the lord’s name in vain.”

“I will try to do better.”

Your breathy laughs die out together.

“So, what about you?” Jamie asks.

“What about me?”

“Don’t tell me you’re walking home alone again from here.”

You’re reminded of what you were supposed to be doing. “Oh, no, I was actually about to order an Uber.”

“Fuck that. My car is down the block, let me drive you.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m not letting you waste your money when I have a perfectly good car and empty passenger seat. Let’s go.”

He doesn’t give you another second to consider when he’s already rounding the corner of the restaurant.

Moments later you’re putting your address into Jamie’s phone from his passenger seat, and you appreciate that he only made fun of you a little for almost getting in the driver's side. (“Hey, if you want to take a shot at driving on the correct side of the road, be my guest.” “Listen, It doesn’t make sense that everything is on the other side!”) You’ve been driving for a few minutes with only the soft sound of the radio playing when you finally let yourself ask.

“So, why the long face all night?” you inquire, “I don’t know much about non-American football, or American football for that matter, but I thought winning several games in a row was supposed to be a good thing.”

Jamie shakes his head, “It is.”

“Thank you for clarifying,” you smile slightly, “But?”

“But,” he sighs, “I don’t love how we did it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's this whole Zava thing,” he admits, not taking his eyes off the road as you watch him, “Everyone is acting like he’s some God, and sure, he’s a great player, but we…stopped playing as a team. I liked it better that way. Now it's the Zava show.”

You nod, “I get what you mean. I don’t get the hype about Zava either.”

He glances at you for a brief second before focusing on the road again. “You don’t?”

“Yeah, he’s all words and no substance. He says things but it doesn’t mean anything. It's irritating. Honestly, when he walked into Sam’s I had to force myself not to leave immediately.”

He laughs with you, “I feel like you’re the only other person who see’s through his shit.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t really have patience for self-centered jerks. Even if they’re good at kicking a ball around or whatever.”

Jamie’s smile falters a bit. “You know I used to be a lot like him.”

You bite back a laugh, “No way.”

Your sarcasm takes him by surprise. “I thought you weren’t into football?”

“Football? No,” you admit slowly, “One of my old coworkers, though, had an affinity for British dating shows…”

You swear you see a bit of color drain from his face under the glow of the street lights, “Ah shit.”

You can’t help but giggle, “Yeahhh, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re the one who suffered through watching that crap.”

You can’t help but join when a laugh breaks through his words.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“That bad? I was a total prick.”

“Oh yeah you were a douchebag, but it made great TV.”

He can’t help but laugh with you despite himself. “Yeah, I guess.”

“But you don’t seem like that guy anymore,” you reassure, “I don’t think the guy who broke Amy’s heart would offer to drive a girl you barely know home.”

“I’m trying not to be,” he muses softly. “But you’re right about one thing. I barely know you and you’ve probably seen more of me than either of us would like to admit.”

You chuckle, feeling your face get hot. “'You saying you want to play 20 questions or something?”

“How about one? That being, why the hell did you come to Richmond?” he glances at you again as you suddenly find your hands more interesting than the boy beside you, “Sam says you had some fancy job back in America and now you’re basically a football club owner’s secretary.”

“We prefer the term personal assistant.”

He rolls his eyes, “So what? Were you that desperate to learn about ‘non-American football’ or what?”

You take a long, deep breath. “You want the honest answer?”

Jamie shrugs like it's obvious.

“I told my family I needed a change of scenery, but it was because of a guy. Pathetic right? Making a life changing decision because some guy broke my heart. But the truth is I’d been making a lot of my decisions because of him while we were together. Where to live. What friends to hang out with. I had my old job because he thought it would be a good fit for me even though it wasn’t what I really wanted to do. So, after we…broke up, I realized I didn’t really know who I was because my whole life was built around him and us. So, I knew I had to get the hell out of Chicago, panicked, quit my job, and…here I am; just trying to get a change of scenery and figure out who the hell I am.”

You never admitted that to anyone. No one around you ever saw how controlling he was over your life. You knew your family would have called you out about it, but they never got the chance to spend much time with him. He insisted you spend holidays with his family and you went along with it. And when you visited yours, you went alone. You didn’t realize it at the time, but subconsciously you weren’t very proud of your relationship with him. You were blinded by the attention he gave you, all the while molding you into his definition of a perfect girlfriend. Until apparently you weren’t.

You eventually glanced back over at Jamie, and despite paying attention to the road in front of him, you could tell he was listening attentively.

“Damn, so once you finally saw how bad he was, you dumped him and left?”

You laugh humorously, “No, I dumped him after I caught him cheating on me.” That was also the first time you told someone willingly.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Now who’s using the lord’s name in vain?”

“He sounds fucking awful. Glad you’re rid of him.”

“If only I’d come to my senses sooner.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t blame yourself when he’s the prick.”

You digest the sentiment as his car slows to a stop and you realize you’ve made it to your apartment.

He angles his body towards you, “Seriously, I’m sorry that happened to you. No one…no one deserves that.”

Meeting his eyes, you get the sense that there’s more meaning behind his words that you don’t understand. Still you smile slightly. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He presses his lips together in a thin smile as well.

You unbuckle your seatbelt as you continue, “Well, here’s hoping that quitting my job and moving halfway across the world actually does the trick and lets me move on, or else I might be a little crazy.”

Jamie chuckles and you feel the energy shift back to lighthearted, “Well, you know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“Jesus Chr-” you stop as he raises his eyebrows playfully, and you start to smile. Not only do you let yourself laugh at his cheeky joke, you let yourself consider his words. Casual dating let alone sex wasn’t really your thing, but maybe it could help. At the very least it would be a well deserved distraction. You briefly consider trying out the Bantr app but you loathed online dating. And here you were with a perfectly eligible bachelor mere inches away from you.

No. No. You couldn’t hook up with Jamie Tartt.

He was a notorious playboy. And while you could now attest he wasn’t as bad as his on-screen persona made him look, you knew he still wasn’t a relationship guy.

But that’s not what this would be.

Maybe he would be the perfect guy to distract you for one night. He instantly made you forget about Mason earlier until he became the topic of conversation. And he was very pretty.

Before you can second guess anymore, you push yourself towards him and press your lips against his. If Jamie’s surprised by your actions, it doesn’t last long. He quickly unbuckles his own seatbelt, so he can bring the two of you closer together, his hands squeezing your waist, as yours cup around his face. You kiss frantically for a few more moments, sneaking in breaths where you can, before you’re pulling away slightly. Your noses are brushing against one another as you blink up at him, “Do you want to come inside?”

He doesn’t bother answering, letting out shaky breaths as he nods, bumping his forehead against yours lightly. You smile into another kiss and Jamie doesn’t break away as he starts reaching to unlock the car doors, eager to get into your apartment but a little less eager to part from you. Reluctantly you separate again so you both can fumble out of the car and up the stairs of your building. You feel his breath on your neck as you hurriedly unlock your front door. He gently leads you inside, only to shut the door and push you against it, picking up where he left off. His hands make their way down your body to your thighs, and without having to be asked, you're jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. You mumble directions to your bedroom against his lips and before you know it, he’s lying you down across your bed. As his lips leave a trail down your neck and to your chest, you don’t even remember Mason’s name. Your mind is just clouded by Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.

A/N: let me know what you think y’all!!! also taking this opportunity to let everyone know i’m not comfortable writing smut or things like that, but will obviously allude to this like this. hope everyone understands! ❤️

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt x female reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #distractions series #mine

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conarcoin · 2 years

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dream smp characters if they were youtubers in-universe except i'm right and i don't take constructive criticism

c!dream: he makes "calling fnaf at 3 am" type shit

c!george: lifestyle vlogger. uploads once every 3 years

c!sapnap: prank videos. i think

c!sam: urban exploration

c!ponk: gardening tutorials and occasionally he uploads a video directed at sam where he cusses him out on camera while having a breakdown

c!bad: baking channel

c!tommy: he just uploads random recordings from his communicator. they get 5 views and 1 dislike and the dislike is always jack manifold

c!punz: also a prank channel

c!tubbo: is banned from all video platforms for posting nuclear bomb guides

c!fundy: he just cries into the camera

c!purpled: uploads recordings of random players and titles them as cryptid spottings

c!wilbur: reviews nation's flags and gets into drama every day bc he keeps giving them all bad reviews

c!schlatt: like mukbangs but for alcohol. also crypto. channel is shared with c!connor

c!skeppy: pranks also but during egg arc it turned into surreal nonsense and everyone is scared of him now

c!eret: fashion vlogs

c!jack: also banned from all video platforms but because he just keeps commenting "youre just a little hater" on all of tommy's videos

c!niki: also a baking channel

c!quackity: HOW TO GAMBLE AND WIN 2022 NEW TUTORIAL

c!karl: hasn't posted in 5 years he forgot the password

c!techno: like the minecraft equivalent of a breadtuber

c!antfrost: just talks about weed

c!philza: building timelapses

c!connor: shares a channel with c!schlatt and posts crypto shit and occasionally sonic the hedgehog rants before schlatt deletes them

c!puffy: she just talks about boats

c!ranboo: also just cries into the camera

c!foolish: also building timelapses

c!hannah: gardening tutorials

c!slime: no one understands what the fuck he uploads. several people are convinced it's an advanced form of shitposting

c!michael: just reuploads radio broadcasts

c!eryn: HOW TO KILL PEOPLE AND GET AWAY WITH IT. somehow not banned

c!tina: just normal vlogs

c!boomer: strictly uploads videos of frogs

c!pk: (dimensional) travel vlogs

c!aimsey: just uploads whatever he wants

#dream smp

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ac3may · 9 months

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“ the wag diaries ”

Dating ~ Sam Kerr ~

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• Sam was definitely the more comfortable flirter before getting together

• but as soon as you were official?

• you gave as good as you got

• and somehow she found herself loving that more

• you say “jump”, she says “how high?”

• you humble her and keep her grounded

• she cares for you and teaches you that your Miss Independent act wasn’t necessarily healthy or necessary

• Sam’s favourite hobby is teasing you

• she gets to the point where you tell her to “fuck off” though and she’s like a schoolchild in trouble

• doesn’t know where to look or how to approach you when she gets on your wrong side

• knows full well you can survive without her and she'll have to keep winning you over to keep her place

• you know you can't though, not really

• as much stick as you give her, your life post-Sam has made you a much happier person and there’s nothing you’d wouldn't give her up for

• sometimes its fun to see her get a little hot under the collar though

• as if he couldn’t get worse he does, Elys becomes the bane of your relationship in the most classic annoying younger brother fashion

• secretly you love it though, seeing Sam adopt him as if he were her own brother warms your heart

• she and Enya already had a strong relationship as teammates but even the crowds begin to notice the extra protectiveness she shows on the pitch

• the feeling is returned when Sam sees you interact with her younger sister too

• although a number of their conversations are teasing over the red vs blue football rivalry

• everyone thinks Sam would be the hardarse in the relationship but it's you putting her in check and telling her to cool it on the pda

• she knows you need and love the extra care and attention

• the affection surprises you anyhow

• it takes time to get used to how exceptionally soft she is

• and how much she spoils you

• especially after the hardcore flirting

• doesn’t stop her RKOing you onto the bed though

• Sam goes from spending time with her cat and sister in an otherwise large and empty house to cramming into a three-bedroom flat with you and the twins

• despite the endless teasing that follows her from home to training she somehow loves it more

• although she is constantly begging to spend the night at her place (not that her little sister would be any better)

• you always get your way though, like the princess you are

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I said I had thoughts in the bank! Both are dating head-cannons tho so sorry if that’s annoying or whatever

#chelsea fcw #ace writes stuff #chelsea women #sam kerr #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr x reader #chelsea imagine #sam kerr fic #wag diaries #matildas #sam Kerr blurb #woso x reader

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Epilogue

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

I'm very thankful for all of you who have read this story and shared their thoughts and opinions. It really means so much to me.

Let me know if any of you want to stay in my taglist. Also I do take requests if you want. And my inbox is always open

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You stood in front of the stairs, glaring at them. If looks could kill, they would be on fire. They are your worst enemy right now. You took a deep breath, refusing to let them win. You held onto the railings for dear life, taking very slow steps down. One by one. You almost screamed in victory once you finished the stairs. You moved to the kitchen when you could already hear the chaos happening.

"Good morning, my babies." You made your presence known in the kitchen with your cheerful greeting, also declaring that you were in a good mood. There was no need to avoid you.

A mix of "Good morning, mommy" filled your ears as you moved to give each of your kids a kiss. You turned to your husband, who looked like he, too, expected a good morning kiss. But you turned to get a bottle of water from the fridge. The audacity. Like he hasn't done enough.

You sat in between your children, where Bucky put your plates filled with your favourite food. You thanked him reluctantly and kept on talking to Theo and Lily. It wasn't long before you heard the honk of the school bus. Bucky helped them out as you wished them a good day.

"So the silent treatment is only for me?" Bucky asked as he walked back into the kitchen.

"I think it's the least you deserve." You replied, eating your food.

"C'mon. It's going to be fun." Daggers shot from your eyes at your husband. Only for giggles to fill the place.

"See, Sam agrees with me." Bucky was grateful he could find someone to help him.

"No, he is laughing at how stupid his dad is." You turned to look at your smiling toddler in his chair.

"Isn't that right, sweetie?" You asked as you fed the toddler a spoonful of his food.

Your year and a half old baby, who was named after his Uncle Sam as a thank you for his help and support, was fully laughing. A laugh that warmed your heart.

You got up to get some juices out of the fridge. You opened the cupboard to get a cup, but you couldn't reach it. Somehow, you got shorter this time. There was no explanation for this.

"C'mon, doll. You can't blame me for making sure you never leave me." Bucky said as he handed you your favourite cup at the moment.

"Who is known for leaving who, Barnes?" An offended gasp left Bucky's mouth at your words.

"Cheap shot, doll." Bucky said as he added more food to Sam's plate. And your favourite vegetables chopped into yours.

"And I think you should keep it in your pants or get a vasectomy because I can't do this again." You got back to your place, resting your hand on your swallowing belly.

"But I already bought a car big enough for a football team." You threw the piece of toast at him. God, he was so annoying. But you were his to annoy.

"Plus, don't act like you didn't enjoy it. I'm pretty sure that one is all your fault." Bucky came to sit next to you.

"How so?" You asked as you fed your toddler, who was having so much fun watching his parents bicker.

"You seduced me. What exactly were you expecting when you wore that dress on my birthday? A man can handle so much." A smirk formed on his face at the memory of the day.

"So you made sure I could never look good again." You pointed to your six-month-pregnant belly.

"Nothing can ever make this true. You are always going to be the most beautiful and prettiest woman ever." Bucky wasn't just saying this to boast about your confidence, which had been lacking lately, but because he truly believed. In his eyes, you only get prettier by the day.

"You are unbelievable." You woke up to get some water. That baby was dehydrating you like a desert.

As you closed the fridge, you felt Bucky's hand around your baby bump, and you instantly relaxed into his touch.

"Okay, one more baby. Then we can see. But I'm not getting a vasectomy." Bucky kept laying small kisses on your neck until you turned to look at him.

Maybe if he stopped looking at you like you were his world, you could resist. Maybe if he didn't shower you with affection and love, you would be able to keep it together. Maybe if he wasn't always there for you, you would have something to say.

You gave up and smiled at him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss that didn't last as long as he wanted.

"You will be the death of me, Bucky Barnes."

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honestly your dpxdc clone au gives me life, its adorable as all hell and im a sucker for found family but with that being said, its so freaking hysterical to me that Danny is going full feral liminal menace at Wes any time hes near and Wes himself is still 100% into it the freak (affectionate) and thats not even pointing out the paralles it could possible create since danny and dames gives massive parallels to dick and damian and dick does have a thing for redheads.

yeesSSSSS! I was planning on hoarding this to myself but i can't not reply. and i'll be able to find this again with the clone^2 tag so win WIN. i'm so glad you are as delighted by this as me. It's so hilarious to me that Danny just becomes a complete freak whenever he spots Wes, and I'm the one who wrote it into existence. Like- like i don't know how to explain my vision in words but like, its like Danny sees Wes and immediately goes 'what can I do to make his day worse'. And then he goes and does it.

(honorary read more because i talk a lot)

He's relatively normal around his friends too, which makes him going full-fledged unhinged around Wes even funnier to me. Like, Danny will spout weird shit sometimes to Sam and Tucker, but usually its prefaced with him talking about patrol or there would be context before he said anything. With Wes? Though?? he will just. say anything, completely unprompted. Slings an arm around his shoulder like they've been buddies since primary school and then spits out a weird new fun fact he learned about the bodily anatomy while researching his latest cold case. All vaguely-threatening but utterly insane things to say as way to start a conversation.

And sometimes its not even that, he'll walk up to Wes and ask him if he saw the latest daytime fight between Phantom and Skulker. And then he'll say "yeah i missed it myself but I saw clips of it being posted online" and then watch Wes mentally explode him with his mind. or he'll disparage Phantom for having such a young partner with him, "Can you believe he'd let a kid fight ghosts with him? I'd never let my brother ghosthunt with me if I was Phantom."

All of this with such a deceptive look on his face but the most delighted, shit-eating gleam in his eyes. Wes is chewing glass and he wants to yell that he does let his brother fight ghosts with him. Also you told him yourself that nothing would've stopped your demonic (Wes' words) little brother from joining you.

Damian gets in on the fuckery occasionally, but since he's not around often with Wes about, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it does between Wes and Danny. Sam and Tucker know he's screwing with him too, and both of them are a little wary about him being careless with his secret id. But he's been doing this since he was 14-ish and it hasn't backfired yet. So. They're not actively stopping him.

Danny walks back to his lunch table after terrorizing Wes and Tucker just asks him what he said, because Wes was about as red as a tomato when he walked away. Danny offhandedly sighs and innocently says he tried to have a conversation about Phantom with him. Wes didn't seem to like it all that much. Weird.

And yes, yes. Wes is totally into it and is slightly enraged about this fact, because not even he knows why he's into it. The freak (affectionate). Danny gives him this troublemaker smirk, and i did say smirk, and Wes doesn't know whether or not if he wants to smack him or kiss him. Or both. Like, yeah, pine, white boy, pine.

(And this is a dramatized image but I'm also highly entertained by the idea that Wes keeps getting routine dirty looks from various peers because they, too, have a crush on Fenton. Except Fenton doesn't talk to anyone else unless its his friends and sometimes Valerie, and Weston, the guy who keeps accusing him of being the local vigilante, is somehow routinely having conversations with him?? And BLOWING IT?? Like everyone else thinks he's fumbling so bad, and yet fenton keeps tALKING to him.)

And yes!! i'm always so pleased whenever someone brings up the parallels D+D have to Dick and Damian, because that was lowkey my intention when I was making the solo clone damian au. Although it was supposed to be more implied since I don't really know much about Damian and Dick other than they're very close and Dick was Damian's Batman for a year. And then of course the very smaller parallel (??) 'what if' between Bruce and Damian and D+D in clone^2 considering who they are both clones of.

And man this just makes me want to talk about when batfam meet D+D because I just want them to see D+D be so brotherly towards each other. Like I want them to see Bby Dames wearing his goofy fun fact shirts and stealing Danny's hoodies/flannels/etc and blatantly lying about it when Danny asks. Only for Danny to then throw him over his shoulder like Tadashi from BH3 and jump around.

And also. I do not know what Damian Wayne's (DW as I'll call him) stance on being called "Dami" is - the general consensus I've seen is that its usually used as a playful nickname in order to get a rise out of him, and he doesn't really like it.

But baby Dames being called that freely, and often, and its sometimes used to get a rise out of him but thats typically what nicknames do. Its used as easily as his full name is with the same amount of affection. And its like his main go-to nickname. "Dami" and "Dames" with the occasional "Bud/Buddy", "Squirt", "Little man", etc. Not once is he ever called 'demon-spawn'

(which i know is a fanon nickname but its a relatively popular nickname)

but yeah, uhhh. i think thats all of my thoughts on the matter. for now lmAO

#danny fenton is not the ghost king #clone^2 #i use 'like' so much its not even funny jhdf but it just puts an emphasis on the sentence #honorary read more tag bc damn i talk a lot #i should make a post about danny's relationship with red huntress in the clone^2 au because i like to imagine that's different too #anyways danny and wes' dynamic in clone^2 brings me a lot of joy. they get stuck in a room together and danny gets the biggest grin ever #and wes stares at him before going completely deadpan 'im in hell'. he's being dramatic and only slightly for real.#also im not sure WHAT damian does - honestly the most extreme thing i can think of is him breaking into wes' house and threatening him #but wes has called him danny's 'demonic little brother' ever since. sOMEbody has to give him his 'demon' nickname its just not gonna be #danny or jazz who do it. anyways damian fully supports messing with wes and anyone else who has a crush on danny

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FwB: Chapter 7 - Shower Sex is Complicated. So Are Feelings

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 3,538

Warning: 18+ themes and language.

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A/N: So this chapter is what started the whole story. This was the spark that ignited the flame, and it all began when I heard City Grown Willow for the first time.

So I haven't done one of these in a while, but the chapter song is City Grown Willow by Radio Company.

I also promised angst last chapter, so here it comes.

When you returned home that evening, there was no attempt to take the night further; no innuendos, no raised eyebrows silently asking if you were up for some fun. In fact, it was all too innocent for your liking. As you left the garage, Dean walked close by your side, closer than normal. When you shot him a look, he just smiled down at you, the glow of content shining even brighter after your evening out. It made your heart swell, not just because of your feelings for the green-eyed man, but because Dean rarely had the opportunity to relax enough to find even a hint of happiness in his days. It was a good look on him, and you wished you could see it more. As you walked through the library, now void of Sam, Dean’s hand had found its way to your lower back. This time, you didn’t flinch at his touch, instead, you leaned into it. You tried to tell yourself it was the one too many old fashions you had, but how silly it is to try and lie to oneself. With Dean’s guiding touch, he led you to your room, and as you turned in his hold, his hand found home on your hip.

You looked up at the man in front of you, hair pushed up off his forehead, his green flannel hanging off his shoulders, and his matching eyes somehow glimmering in the dim light of the bunker hallway. He was beautiful. No matter how much you looked at him, it always took you by surprise when you really looked. Yeah it was obvious Dean Winchester was hot, but when you stared at him, it was like you could see every redeeming quality he thought didn’t exist in himself; the steadfast son, the devoted brother, the loyal friend. Words that barely encapsulated the man in front of you. He was so much more, even if he would never know it. Not because no one ever told him, but because he refused to believe it.

And as Dean leaned it, it took you by surprise when his lips landed on your check, a fire erupting beneath your skin at his touch. Then he left you with nothing more than a “‘Night, sweetheart.” Before he disappeared down the hall to his room.

You stood there like a crushing schoolgirl, your hand cupping your check long after his silhouette disappeared. There was no denying now a line had been crossed, the question was, how much further would you go?

The next morning, you were up early. Between the drinks and the tranquility in your chest, you had fallen asleep almost immediately. It was probably one of the best night’s sleep you had in a while, and you felt an unnatural energy as you pushed yourself from bed and damn near skipped to the kitchen. You just couldn’t help yourself. You were radiating from the evening before. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, and it had yet to disappear as you fixed a pot of coffee for yourself and the boys, somehow winning out as the first one up this morning.

Your fingers drum against the counter as you watch the liquid pour into the pot, vaguely aware of the soft footsteps that have entered behind you.

You don’t need to turn around to know it’s not Sam, bounding in with his endless energy at the crack of dawn.

No, these were slippers dragging against concrete until they stopped behind you, a sweep of robe brushing against you as a hand came to rest upon the same place it left it the night before.

“Smells good,” the groggy voice mumbles as he leans in, his face coming into view as you glance sideways towards him.

“Why thank you, I worked really hard.” You purse your lips, trying to stop the smirk from growing as his tired face falls and his eyes roll.

You lick your lips as you watch him, your heart pounding at the intimate morning the two of you are sharing. It feels like a morning after. But there was no sex. You didn’t even share a bed together. Yet this is somehow just as visceral.

“Well once you’re done being a smart ass, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He takes a step back and leans against the island across from you. You frown at the space he’s suddenly put between you. Was this a preverbal line in the sand? Was he about to call it quits? Had last night gone too far and he had recognized it and was willing to actually do something about it?

Your thoughts rapid fire as the sound of coffee splashing into the pot behind you echoes through the quiet room.

“Okayyy,” you swallow, trying to get a hold on your breathing as you prepare for what he’s about to say. The best thing you can do is look unbothered by his words. To pretend like this is going to be mutual, that you feel the same way.

“I’m glad you said it because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” Remark to act like this wasn’t about to potentially ruin you.

But instead of opening his mouth, Dean pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before he hands it over to you. Your eyebrows scrunch as you take the device from him, wondering what the hell could possibly be on it that he wants to talk about.

You look down at the screen, shaking your head at the onslaught of text on the white background, all in that old typewriter font, making it impossible to get a quick sense of what you were looking at.

“What is this?” You bring the phone closer to your face, the text far too tiny to read from your outstretched arm. This time, you notice a logo in the top left corner. CONFILABS. The orange and blue logo somehow unjumbling the rest.

DOB: 01/24/1979

Gender: M

Ordering Physician: McDally, Mark

Report Status: FINAL

“A clean bill of health, sweetheart.” Dean smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

That’s when you see it. A list of every common STD, with NEGATIVE stamped next to each one.

It’s an STD test. A clear STD test.

You lower the phone, your mouth agape as you find the gaze of the grinning man across from you.

“Are you really that desperate to go bareback?” You snap, surprising yourself. You don’t know why, but something about this is pissing you off. Perhaps it’s that your head is still spinning thinking he was about to break the agreement, or maybe because you were enjoying this early morning moment, and this report was just a stark reminder that all this was between you was sex. And Dean Winchester was apparently tired of condoms.

And now you felt like an idiot.

You toss his phone back at him, ignoring his fallen smile.

“Congratulations on the clean dick.” You push off the counter and stomp back to your room.

“She’s grumpy this morning,” Sam walks in shortly after, what seemed to Dean, as you storming out.

The whole encounter had him scratching his neck. He thought you would have appreciated the gesture. He had barely even looked at another woman since the two of you signed your little pack. This was just solidifying his commitment to you.

It wasn’t so much about the condoms. It’s not like he was a stranger to them. Though let’s be honest, what guy actually likes using them? It was more that he wanted you to know that he was all yours. If you still wanted to use condoms, he had no problem with that. He assumed you were on birth control, but he hadn’t asked you straight out considering the condom clause. But maybe that was the issue. Maybe you weren’t expecting him to get a STD test to prove he didn’t need them, and now you would have to compensate for it. But why not just tell him then?

“Did your date not go well then?” Sam asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee. His brother’s words bring him back to the kitchen, and he shakes his thoughts away.

“What date?” Dean pushes by his brother and mimics his actions before leaning against the counter and taking a sip.

“Your date with Y/N.” Dean scoffs and pushes off the counter, heading for the table.

“That wasn’t a date, dude.” Dean lies. “That was dinner that you didn’t want to go to.” Well, that was the truth.

He would never say it out loud, but when Sammy opted out of dinner, Dean lit up. He had never had the chance to go out with you one-on-one before, and with all the time the two of you had been spending together, always hidden away, it was nice to be out in public. Doing a normal thing two people do when they’re not having sex.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam scoffs with a laugh as he sits across from Dean. Dean makes a show of rolling his eyes, but he wonders if Sam can see it, the shift he’s felt in himself the last few weeks. He’s not exactly sure what’s changed, but he can feel it. In the lack of nightmares when he closes his eyes, in the unnatural calmness, that at first freaked him out, but has since settled into, and the one word he won’t even dare fucking think. The dreaded h-word. Because that was something that never accompanied a Winchester. Maybe for a short time, but it never lasted, and it wasn’t worth enjoying. Because it was just something to miss once it was gone.

“Whatever,” Dean buries himself in his mug, hopefully ending the conversation.

“Anyways,” Sam starts after a beat. “I think I found a case.” This perks Dean up. A case would be a perfect distraction to whatever the fuck that was with you earlier.

“Time to pack, then.”

After a grueling eight and a half hour drive, the Impala finally pulls into Flamingo Springs Motel, a bright pink building that seemed wildly out of place for Rogers, Arkansas. You were in the north west corner of the state, so there were no beaches around, but that didn’t stop the owners from painting the rooms a bright turquoise and decorating them with anything that had a seashell on it.

Oddly though, you enjoyed it. You had been in a mood since your talk with Dean this morning, and sulking in the backseat of the Impala during a long road trip hadn’t done much to improve it, though you had managed to talk yourself out of being mad at Dean.

After a lot of mental therapy, you decided you were being unfair. You had told Dean if he could prove he was clean, you two wouldn’t need condoms. He was following the rules that he had allowed you to set. And you had punished him for it. Just because he couldn’t read your mind. Couldn’t figure out that you had broken your own private rule. Didn’t know that you had fully and totally fallen in love with him.

You knew it was coming, and you let it happen. It wasn’t Dean’s fault. And you shouldn’t punish him for it.

But after all the internal debating, and spending a third of the day in the back seat of a fifty-year-old car, you had a tension headache, starting in your shoulders and having crept up to the base of your neck.

So as soon as you walk into the only room that was available with the boys, you immediately call dibs on the shower. You were about to put the motel’s water heater to the test.

“That’s fine,” Sam tosses his duffle on the bed closest to the door. “I called ahead to the forensics lab so I’m gonna head over and pick up the reports on the victims so we can get a head start.”

“Sam?” The somehow larger of the two brothers looks up at you as he pulls a fresh button down from his bag. “Were you the kid in class who used to remind the teacher they assigned homework?” You narrow your eyes at him with a smirk.

Sam’s face falls as Dean laughs into a not so subtle cough.

“Hilarious,” he deadpans before striding into the bathroom and shutting the door with a little more force than necessary.

Dean shoots you a look and shrugs at you with a smile. You muster a smile back, reminding yourself that you’re not mad at him before you busy yourself with your bag while Sam changes, hanging up your fed suits so they don’t wrinkle.

After Sam waves you a silent and likely moody goodbye, you slip into the bathroom, which is a bright sunshine yellow. These owners really love their bold colors. The bathroom is small, with a pedestal sink, a white wicker mirror, and a shower stall tiled in Granny Smith Apple green. It was a hell of a color combo. But who were you to shit on someone trying to bring some brightness to this dark life?

You turn on the water, shifting the knob to go almost towards the end of the red line painted on the faucet. You undress as the room begins to fog and once naked, you open the shower door and stick your hand in, the water the right temperature of not quite scalding but hot enough to loosen your road trip knots. You step inside and audibly sigh as the water hits your skin, and you feel your tension melting away almost instantaneously. It wasn’t the Ritz, but the water pressure was doing wonders for you, and you weren’t going to complain.

You’re halfway through rinsing off your body when you hear the bathroom door click open. You freeze as a figure appears behind the frosted glass, and you take your best guess.

“Dean?” Your hands are resting on your opposite shoulders, soap running down your body as you wait for an answer.

“If you don’t mind,” the familiar gruff voice rises above the steam. “Figured I’d join ya before you use all of the hot water.” You huff out a laugh at the proposition, but you don’t say “no.” And a moment later, the shower door opens, and a very naked Dean Winchester steps in. The small stall suddenly feels even smaller with his striking presence.

You swallow as you stare up at him. Though you’ve been naked in front of him countless times over the last few months, it’s never been like this. Outside of the first time you ever hooked up, this was the most vulnerable you had ever felt in front of him. But his eyes roam over you gently and he smiles softly, possibly sensing your hesitation.

“Is there a reason the water is hotter than holy hell?” His facade breaks as he looks at the faucet. “Are you actually enjoying this?” Your laughter cuts through the steam and tension, and you reach out to lower the heat for his sake.

“It’s relaxing.” You counter, turning back into the stream to continue rinsing off.

“It’s torture.” He complains as he steps behind you, allowing you more room under the shower head.

“You’re the one who joined my shower. If you don’t like it,” you turn to face him. “Leave.” You challenge, staring up at him and holding his gaze. His lips twitch and he responds by placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you back towards the water.

“Why the hell do you like it this hot anyways?” He carries on as you rinse off the last of the soap.

“It helps me unwind.” You shrug, wringing your hair and tossing it over your shoulder. That’s when you feel a naked chest against your back, and you immediately lean into it with a breathy sigh.

“I can think of another way to help you unwind,” his lips tickle your ear, his voice almost drowned out by the onslaught of water.

“And how’s that?” You sigh. That’s when you feel it, his large hands encompassing your waist, but just for a moment before they lower themselves down your body. One hand trailing down your thigh as the other cups you with a breathless gasp. You bite down on your lip as you grind yourself against him. He responds by teasing your folds, fingers brushing over your clit, but not lingering long enough to give you something to latch onto.

“Dean,” you moan, your hips pushing harder against him, begging him to enter you. And he complies. One finger slides within you as the hand that was on your thigh finds a new home, with his thumb pressing down against your clit. You buck against his hands as he adds a second finger, the two exploring within you until they find your wall and curl up within you. You throw your arm behind you, wrapping it around his neck as you push up on your toes to accommodate his height.

You mew against him as he moves inside of you, starting slow, but as you respond to him, picking up pace and pressure with each of his hands. You answer his movements with your hips, feeling his erection grow against your back as the pressure within you builds and builds. Despite the fall of water, you feel sweat bead on your forehead as your calves begin to quiver and your breaths come in short spurts.

“De–Deannn,” you barely find your voice as the spring in your belly that had coiled tight against his fingers explodes against his hands, your pleasure mixing with the water as your body tingles from the heat of the shower and the static of your orgasim.

Fuck that was amazing. Your body heaves as you try to catch your breath, but the air is too heavy in here.

As Dean’s hands fall away from you, you turn and face him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into you for a searing kiss, wanting him to feel the electricity pulsing through you. He immediately responds, his lips moving in sync with yours, hungry as you are, as his hands travel down your backside, cupping your ass.

“Bed.” You mumble against him as his lips barely give you a moment to use your voice. Dean grabs your thighs, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist, his throbbing erection between the two of you as he pushes you against the cool glass of the shower door, causing you to gasp before he recaptures your lips, kicking the bathroom door that he left ajar fully open before lowering you gently to the bed closest to you.

He hovers over you, the light of the later afternoon filtering through the small cracks of the blinds and casting a glow around him. Once again, you find yourself in awe at just how beautiful he is. And you’re lucky for the time he’s given you so far. You watch as his green eyes take you in, searching for your approval to continue, so you nod.

With that he climbs on top of you, and without wasting another precious second, buries himself within you, and you can’t help the unabashed moan as you feel all of him for the first time, uncovered, and 100% Dean Winchester. It feels better than you ever imagined. And as you look up at Dean, his eyes shut tight as he licks his lips, he seems to have the same reaction.

You rest your hand on his tricep, rubbing it gently to coax his eyes open.

“This is nice,” you breathe out a laugh as his contorted face seems to overly agree with you. After a moment, Dean takes in a deep breath and you’re once more met with his gaze.

“Needed a moment,” he chuckles, and you feel a strange sense of pride at his response to you. Even after all these months.

“Well let’s not waste any more,” you tease, and Dean responds with a smirk before lowering himself down onto you, hovering for just a moment before his lips find yours.

It only lasts a second, but in that moment, something tells you this is more than just sex.

Then he moves within you, slow, controlled, the length of him hitting against your wall as you buck under him. This was new. You hadn’t done slow yet.

And despite the pace, your body responds hungrily with each precise thrust, your moans catching in your throat as you writhe beneath him.

It’s a slow burn, Dean taking his time and you savoring every hit as the warmth within you grows, hotter and brighter, tightening every cell within you until you explode, throwing your body against his, fingers digging into skin as you ride against him with everything you have, tears forming in you eyes, because it’s more than just the pleasure.

It’s more than you ever imagined you would get from him. More than you ever wanted. It wasn’t sex. It was full. Complete. Beautiful. A totality. It was love.

And this was it. This was goodbye.

Chapter 8

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indulgentandidiotic · 11 months

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Renaissance Man (Twisted Wonderland)

Synopsis: It takes a lot to cure your boredom, so you end up catching hobbies and interests like they’re Pokemon. –and how Riddle Rosehearts, Ortho Shroud, Floyd Leech, and Rook Hunt react.

Warnings: Reader is just good at everything idk, talks about specific hobbies to illustrate a point, reader is more artsy (drawing, physical crafts, etc), this is a very big ego stroke have fun, not proofread, verrrrryyyy indulgent :D

GN Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

He finds you so interesting and talented! Because of your vast knowledge on almost any and every topic, plus your fascination with the arts, he had regarded you as someone who was well-cultured and sophisticated. (That’s wasn’t necessarily the case, though.)

You could be talking to him like you’re a geologist who’d been studying their whole life, rambling on and on about how certain rocks form and where they’re found and oh! did you know that pyrite is comprised of and it can come in this many colors and you can find it in beds of and these countries used it for and and-!

Why! You’re just a fountain of knowledge, aren’t you! But then the next time Riddle sees you, instead of imparting your knowledge of rocks or astrology or tree frogs to the Heartslabyul students, you’re playing poker with them and taking their portion of tarts for the next Unbirthday party!

You having so many hobbies and interests makes you fun to be around, though because of you, he’s had a new rule instated: That no one play any card games with you :/ Or any games for that matter, because no matter what gambling with food and pocket change always gets involved, and you somehow always win!

Not only are you a library of information and great at games, you’re also great in arts and crafts. Riddle often sees you in class with a small bag of crocheting supplies, crocheting away during lectures. Sometimes you instead bring embroidery hoops to create patches, other times you make rugs. And on the occasion, Riddle sees you sewing by hand in class. When you’re not in class, you’re creating art at a larger scale. You’re buying clay and paints and canvases from Sam’s store (he sells everything!) and sculpting tea pots or painting the roses or painting the walls in Ramshackle or!

You seem to pick up anything to keep your hands busy!

Riddle wonders how you can even keep up with your studies with all the other things you’re doing, but you apply the same effort you to do your hobbies to your studies.

Riddle is very impressed with you all the time. He admires the things you make and how you put so much effort into everything. Whenever you’ve made things you don’t intend on using, you sometimes gift it to him. He keeps all your gifts displayed in his room on his shelves, or when they’re practical, like tea sets, he’ll use them. Heartslabyul has actually saved quite a bit of money from being able to get free new tea sets and dishes from you!

Overall, despite your trying to take advantage of people with your card/gaming skills, Riddle holds you in high regard. He loves to listen to your ramblings, especially when they’re related to things you’ve been learning in class, like history or potionology. He indulges you because smart people and smart people mix well, and he learns a lot from you.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is fascinated by you! Yes, he knows basically everything you talk about, but it’s fun to be able to talk about all these things with someone. What’s the point of having so much information stored in your body when there’s no one to talk to? You’ve become an important companion to Ortho, who often stays by your side in class and outside of it, because every moment with you is full of conversation!

He also gets a burst of pride whenever you ask questions about topics you’re exploring. Again, a lot of the info stored in him is stuff he’d never need to use, so it just. Sits there. He’s so happy whenever he has the chance to put it to good use!!

Though he’s knowledgeable, Ortho doesn’t have the most life/hobby experience. Knowing how to do something in theory is wayyyy different from actually doing it. That’s why he’s also happy whenever you play games with him or show him your arts and crafts. It also benefits you, because you get to show off all your cool game-playing strategies with someone who actually cares, and also teach someone how to do the crafts that you love to do!

Because of your teachings, Ortho now has a lot of handmade knitted and sewn plushies and various ceramics that he displays all around Idia’s room. You’ll find weirdly shaped vases next to Idia’s anime figures on the shelves, and thrown on Idia’s bed are interesting little monster(?) plushes, since Ortho was insistent on making his own sewing patterns.

Overall, Ortho likes you a lot! There’s never a dull moment with you, and you both appreciate each other. It’s very refreshing to be in a friendship where both parties are fully engaged in anything and everything the other says and does. Ortho is very glad to have a friend to spend his free time with, as are you. In a place where others may find you weird, it’s nice to have a friend who’s able to keep up with and indulge in your interests.

Floyd Leech

Whereas Riddle and Ortho could sit listening to your infodumps for hoursss, Floyd prefers to do things. He likes you, because you’re not generally a boring person, but you talk about so many things that many of them are bound to be things he’s not interested in. Floyd’s a slippery fellow, so depending on what your current interest is, he may be utterly invested in every word that falls from your lips or he’ll brush you off entirely.

He much prefers to do crafts with you. If you’re painting the walls of Ramshackle, he wants a hand in that! You better be prepared for a huge mess on all the furniture though, despite the fact that you covered everything with tarp. You’ll also have to be okay with a bright, abstract, and textured painting for a wall.

You’ve introduced Floyd to pottery, and he’s in love with it! He can create any shape he wants with just a bunch of clay and water, and the pottery wheel is so whooshhhh and the texture of everything is fun! He hates waiting for things to get fired though, even with magic helping to speed things up.

As for sewing and the like, those skills require a lot of patience and delicacy. Floyd could definitely create a masterpiece with a bit of yarn and a needle, but he’s gotta be in the mood, ya know? They’re not his favorite hobbies because of that, but he does enjoy watching your fingers skillfully and swiftly crochet a chain or embroider a patch.

Because of the amount of time Floyd spends hanging around you while you’re painting or sculpting etc, he’s gotten quite a few gifts. He’s got a jacket that he sews all the patches you’ve made for him on, most of them having some sort of sea animal embroidered on it. You’ve given him some of the more interesting glasses and bowls you’ve made, that he randomly serves food and drink to the Mostro Lounge’s customers in. Because he’s always showing off the things you’ve made, he’s actually drummed up business for you!

People want to buy plushes and cutlery and dishes and jacket patches and rugs and the whole works from you! Even Azul now wants business with you, especially so if you prove you can cook.

Overall, Floyd enjoys your company. You’re not a dull shrimp in the slightest! In fact, you’re very colorful ✨ He isn’t always in the mood for your ramblings, but he’s always game for your little shenanigans, whether it be repainting the whole of Ramshackle inside and out, or using your tendency to gamble during card games to persuade some losing customers into a contract.

Rook Hunt

Magnifique! 💖🤯 Your talent makes you all the more beautiful! 😩 It’s so endearing, your passion for the art is!! 💗❤️‍🔥 And your effort and drive can make even a man such as he shiver in awe!!! Needless to say, Rook is in love with you ✨✨

Actually, sometimes it feels like he’s more invested in your hobbies than you are! He’s just all over you when you’re doing things, from something as “mundane” as gardening to something as grand as testing an old potion you’ve found in the back of NRC’s library that should supposedly turn a cookie into a frog. He’s probably the one who told you there was such a book in the first place!! Granted, the reason you took such hobbies up in the first place was just to keep yourself busy… But still!

He’s a joy to have around, given his eye 👁️ for beauty and his love for lovely things. When you’re indulging in the arts, if you feel your piece is off, he knows exactly what to add or how to fix it! When you’re hitting burnout, he’s either giving you bursts of inspiration or introducing you to new hobbies.

So far, he’s taken you out hunting, taught you how to use a bow, and given you tips on how to do makeup and style outfits. Now you’ve got three more hobbies! 3️⃣ Because of your efforts and Rook’s teachings, even Vil thinks you’ve got some fashion sense! :D !!

Rook’s favorite part about you isn’t your natural talent, though. Yes, it’s impressive how well you pick up new skills and knowledge, but he’s way more invested in how happy you look when doing or talking about these things. When your eyes are sparkling, your words speed up, and your hands start wringing and enhancing your speech… that’s his favorite part about you. He thinks it’s 🌟true beauty~~~🌟

Overall, Rook thinks you’re one of the most interesting people he’s met. He likes engaging you in your hobbies and current interests, and introducing you to his own. Relationships are give-and-take, so as he listens to you, please listen to him 💪 You both are pretty eccentric, so your times together will surely never be bland 👅

Sorry for the cringe man (gn) but like not rlly

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