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thatdeadaquarius · 11 months

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Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @justlostintheinternet / @assassinsnake101 /@sun-wokung

If ur tag is here and didnt work, idk why!

Maybe see if your listed as a "searchable blog"?

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dnfao3tags · 1 year

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Finding Deleted Fics: A Multi-Method Guide

i feel like we are the fandom who needs this post the most any fandom has needed it ever.

all of these methods require you to know the title, author and/or link of the fic.

[disclaimer: the fic i am using as an example is not deleted, i just can't think of any other fics to use as an example right now.]

Method #1: Wayback Machine

this is my go to method that i always try first.

steps:

every fic on ao3 has a url of archiveofourown.org/[specific-numbers]. you're gonna need that url, doesn't matter if it doesn't work anymore.

eg.

2. now you're gonna go to archive.org and enter your url in the search bar.

3. something like this will come up. it probably won't be saved as many times though, just once or twice.

just click any of the links now, either the dates marked blue on the calendar or the earliest/latest date. that's it.

drawbacks:

often, a problem arises when searching for fics rated mature or explicit.

the site will have archived this page but not the actual fic. though, maybe lady luck is on your side and clicking proceed will lead you to a saved version of the actual fic. but usually not. and not all fics are saved here. in those cases, i have some more methods.

Method #2: Search Engine Cache

search engines like google and yandex often save a cached version of sites, though yandex is much more reliable than google. i'll give you a tutorial for both.

steps (yandex):

the link isn't completely necessary, just the title and author of the fic will suffice.

go to yandex.com and search for your fic by either entering the url or entering the title and author as such.

3. this will probably immediately come up.

just enter the captcha and it should let you in on the first go but there's a glitch i've encountered where you could be entering the captcha completely correct but for some reason the site still won't let you in. for that, you just have to keep trying again and again until eventually the site lets you in. might take more than 10 tries.

4. once you're in, search results will pop up. directly clicking them will only lead you to the not found page. what you're gonna do is hover over the box of the search result and you'll see 3 dots pop up on the right.

click those and a dropdown menu will appear. click the first option 'saved copy'.

and thats it! this is a much more efficient method especially for explicit or mature fics.

drawbacks:

for some reason, when i open yandex in google chrome, i can't see the 3 dots. i can in firefox though. don't really know what thats all about.

i'll show you how to do it with google too just in case yandex doesn't work.

steps (google):

in the url bar, type cache:[link of fic]. that's pretty much it. google doesn't have a lot of fics saved though so you'll probably get a 404 page.

Method #3: Reddit

there's a subreddit called r/DeletedFanfiction that can probably help you out. either search for the fic as it may have already been posted or req it and someone will probably get you a google drive link soon enough. u/throwthisaway11112 is my lord and savior.

afaik it's still up and running fine despite the reddit protest thing (which i recommend taking a minute to look into).

Method #4: Archive.org Database

okay, now you're gonna need a lot of memory on computer for this one. i'm not gonna even bother and try to explain it, i'll just link you to the original post. thank you once again to the anon who sent me this method!

Method #5: Fandom

if absolutely none of those methods work, you can still just send me an ask and maybe my followers or i will have a saved copy. same for any other fandom, i recommend asking around in popular fandom spaces, someone is bound to have it.

#deleted fics #kay talks #save #ao3 #internet archive #excuse my poor graphic designing #i wanted to add my photo thing #but this isnt a #fic rec #so i just slapped ao3 hacks on #decent imo #hope this helps someone out #ao3 hacks #how to ao3

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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CONGRATS 🌟🌟🌟

Don't go on that date for Javier Peña?

Jealousy, Jealousy.

2. "Don't go on that date."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. this is entirely inspired by the fact that i am obsessed with javi's nose. that's all.

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 604

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Javier rolls sideways and lands on his back next to you. The both of you are drenched in sweat, chests heaving, sheets are strewn around you, legs tangled together.

You catch your breath and sit up, shuffling to the edge of the bed. Just as you go to stand up, he grabs your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"We don't do sleepovers, Javi."

"I know that. But you usually at least lie here for like 5 minutes."

"You going soft on me, Peña?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," he winks.

You scoff and stand up, ignoring the way you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your body.

"If you must know, I have a date."

Javier is stunned into silence.

"I've just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you're going on a date?"

Now you're stunned into silence.

"Javi... I'm allowed to date. We agreed that this... thing was casual. You suggested the whole 'no strings attached' idea."

"Forgive me if I don't like the thought of you going to see some guy with my cum dripping down your thighs."

You wince at his crudeness, but it also weirdly turns you on. He rarely gets possessive with you, but when he does, it's a sight to behold.

"Hermosa," he drawls, low and sultry. He's still got a hold of your wrist, and he tugs you back towards him.

"Javi," you half plead, half whine.

"Don't go on that date."

"Javi-"

"Sit on my face instead."

"Javi."

"That's my name, cariño."

The arrogance is rolling off him in waves, confronting and unavoidable. His cockiness is almost suffocating you. It certainly doesn't help the ache between your legs.

"I can't cancel on him, Javi. He's a nice guy. He's actually looking to date, for a relationship - not whatever this is."

Instead of protesting, Javier just laughs.

"What is so fucking funny?"

"It's just sweet that you think anyone could make you come the way I do."

You roll your eyes at him, and beg yourself to wriggle loose from his grip before he breaks down your barriers.

"Well, I won't know until I try."

Javi doesn't like that. He pulls you closer, grabbing at your hips so you're straddling him. He rocks you back and forth over his hardening cock, making you whine.

"Don't go on that date," he whispers against your lips. "Stay here, and I'll let you ride my face the way I know you like."

How can you say no to an offer like that?

"You better make me come so hard I see stars, Javier Peña."

"Always do," he winks.

In one swift motion, he lies down and pulls you up his body. You're hovering over his face when he pulls you down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass.

That man knows how to play you like a fiddle. Within mere minutes, he's got you writhing and moaning, tongue lapping at you like he's starved. Your clit drags along the gorgeous curve of his nose, hitting it just right. He wasn't wrong. No one can make you come the way he can.

He groans against you, and the vibrations send you over the edge. You're gripping his hair, rocking your hips back and forth with reckless abandon. He loves when you get needy like this.

"Fuck, I love when you use me," he rasps when you lift your hips slightly. "Good fucking girl."

You go to roll off of him, but he pulls you back.

"You didn't think I was going to make you cancel your date for just one orgasm, did you, hermosa?"

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ave09 · 1 year

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Today (July 1st) is Indiana Jones’ birthday!!! Maybe Reader and Short Round help Indy celebrate his birthday!

hi! i would’ve loved to post this on his actual birthday, but i’m visiting family and their service was horrible so i was off the grid for a good twenty-four hours

i’m also currently working on another request for indy, but it requires some research, but here’s a lil hint, it revolves around the fountain of youth 👀

indiana jones x wife!reader

“shh!”

“don’t shh me!”

“you’re being a lot right now, shorty, i just need a moment of quiet.” there was silence for .5 seconds, and then he started up again.

“what time will indy be home?”

“soon,” you replied, sliding on your oven mitts as you moved to the oven where a chocolate cake was currently baking. “soon? the cake won’t be done by then!”

that was very true. it still needed to cool, and be frosted, cooled again, and decorated. this should’ve been done last night. indiana was to return from one of his adventures, and the date he returned just happened to be on his birthday. you and shorty had decided to make it a big one, so you’d planned to bake a cake and decorate the house with festive colors in honor of his special day.

but things quickly went downhill.

you’d been called in for a conference with a student at college, which had occupied way too much time. and upon coming home, you found out that your adopted son, short round, had taken it upon himself, to start baking the cake.

one could only imagine how that happened. you had to run to the store, pick up more ingredients, and now here you were. indiana could be home any minute, and nothing was going the way it should.

you knew that he would love it either way, but you wanted it to be perfect.

“just-“

“hello!” the sound of that familiar voice and the slamming door caught your attention. “indy!” short round exclaimed.

well shit.

the young boy hopped off of the counter, rushing toward the entrance of the kitchen where indiana jones stood, his arms outstretched, a smile on his face, “hey shorty!” he exclaimed, picking the boy up, hugging him to his chest, “how ya doing? have you been taking care of my girl?”

“yes, indy! just like you told me too!” the man let out a hearty laugh before setting the boy down, “now if you excuse me, i gotta see my wife.”

the man then sauntered over to his wife, pulling her close, catching her in a surprise kiss as he smashed his lips against hers. there was passion, yearning, you’d have gone with him were you able to find a sitter for shorty.

and oh, how you missed him.

you pulled away before the kiss escalated, glancing up at him. you loved indiana for who he was, but you were an absolute sucker for his post-adventure look. his hair was always mused under his hat, and his stubble was prominent, an almost beard, he was always in a happy mood upon returning home and it made her love him more.

“hi sweetheart.” he greeted. “hi honey, happy birthday.” you replied, pecking his lips softly. indiana smiled, his eyes sliding to the cake pan on the counter behind you.

he arched his brows, “that for me?”

you nodded slowly, “it was supposed to be finished but i ran out of time.”

“it’s the thought that counts, darling. plus, i already have everything i could ever need: you and the kid.”

“i have a name!” shorty interjected as indiana pulled you into another kiss.

the three of you had spent the rest of the day decorating the cake, making homemade pizzas, and watching old movies. it was a grand time and you could tell indiana was having a blast watching shorty criticize the television for the stupid actions of the characters.

at the end of the night, once shorty had been put to bed, you and your husband climbed into bed. “so, how was your special day?” you asked softly as indiana hovered over you, propping himself up with his elbows. “it was beyond amazing darling.” he replied, kissing you passionately. you smiled into the kiss, deepening it.

“i love you,” you whispered between kisses, and he gave you that smartass response you knew and loved:

“i know.”

#indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #indy x reader #indy #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones and the last crusade #harrison ford #harrison ford x reader #han solo #young harrison ford #harrison ford movies

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daydreamgoddess14 · 10 months

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Salvation pt. 2

Full Masterlist

Roy Kent Masterlist

Roy Kent / Reader - general rating for now... set to increase 😏

Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch...

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You'd left your phone. Why not add to a bad day. You'd just have to go out and just buy another - forget WhatsApp messages, photos and emails - you could access everything you needed from the cloud. The true meaning of the words ‘first world problems’ is when you could replace one gadget with another and not bat an eyelid. It certainly wouldn't have been possible three years ago when you had barely enough for a cup of coffee to your name. The phone might be replaceable, but your mornings 'work' wasn't. You looked at your notes, helpfully, the only thing you'd written were the words 'Roy Kent'. Well, obviously. He'd always had that effect on you. You'd realised as soon as you got home, toyed with collecting it on the way to work the next morning and ultimately buried your head in the sand.

"Alright matey? Did you get a soundbite yesterday? I need to get something on the website pretty sharpish." Sammy throws you a round of toast wrapped in foil.

"Uhhh…"

"Oh no, you didn't meet a fit footballer, did you? Rendered you speechless?"

"No! No. I left my phone Sam, sorry." He looked blankly at you,

"So? You didn't think to go back for it yesterday? Or even this morning?"

"No. Yes. It’s complicated, you know how I did you a huge favour? You could do one for me in return?" You pleaded.

"... You did me a favour? I asked you to pop to the Richmond presser, and you came back with nothing. You came back with less than you actually went with? Also, I'm your boss. It's not a favour when I ask you to do something -"

"I'm sorry, Sammy, I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you. I'll do all the obits for a month?” He looks exasperated, “three months?" He’s right to be disappointed, you've let him down. You can hear it in the frustration in his voice. You know you need to go and get the phone yourself, and quickly, it's the only way. You grab your keys from the desk and rise from your swivel chair. "I'll go now, I'll only be 20 minutes. I've written most of the copy, we just need to add a couple of quotes." Sammy grunts in acknowledgement.

"Bring back some chocolate."

"Sammy Dhillon you and I both know that Nia would kill me if I did that, and no offence, but your wife is scarier than you." You might be on thin ice with your boss, but he couldn't fight you on the truth and gave you the finger as you headed for the exit. You'd been at the Richmond Gazette for three years, it was a tiny local paper run by a very small team. You mostly took care of the office admin while Sammy and a couple of other freelance journalists did the rest, but with only a couple of you in the office full time, it was easy and natural for him to rely on you. He’d very much taken a chance on you when you’d been at your lowest point and you were eternally grateful to him and his wife.

When you got to the home of the Richmond team, it was pretty deserted. Barely 8.30am, you suddenly realised that their working day probably wasn’t the usual 8-5. You hovered by the doors you’d escaped from the previous day, wondering what to do next. You couldn’t go back to the office empty handed. Sammy would ban you from the weekly family dinner for the rest of your life.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Fucking shit.”

“Nice to know your language has improved.” The gruff voice behind you said in greeting. Shit indeed.

“I left my phone yesterday,” you turn to face him at last with your arms crossed securely over your body, braced for impact.

“Yeah. That tends to fucking happen when you run away, forgetting things. Phones, boyfriends, whole fucking lives.” There we go, shots fired, no time wasted.

“Can I just get my phone please, we want to get the article on the website this morning.”

“Bit slow? The others had theirs posted yesterday.” “My boss had an appointment yesterday. Besides, no one reads the fucking Richmond Gazette anyway. No one’s waiting for us to drop a scoop.” He takes your phone from his pocket,

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hack it. And I doubt I'd get the same as a Rolex for it, so there’s no point in selling it.” You have to hold your hand out for the phone, he’s still holding it back.

“I… I’m sorry, alright? I made a mistake -”

“Pretty big fucking mistake.” There are other cars starting to arrive, people giving you both odd glances as they pass by on their way into the building.

“You came back! Thought we’d have to go all detective and try to work out which paper you were from!” Keeley comes up brightly behind Roy.

“I knew where she was from, Sammy was the only one missing yesterday,” Roy explained.

“Is he ok?” Keeley asks, noting with a frown that Roy seems to be holding your phone hostage, she takes it from his grip and passes it to you.

“Oh he’s fine, his wife is pregnant. They had a few appointments yesterday afternoon and our freelancers were off somewhere else,” you take the phone with a small smile, “thank you.” Roy is still looking at you intently, “I’m gonna get back then. Need to buy Sam some chocolate to apologise.”

“You do know how to do that, then?” He asks, a cruel undertone to his voice. Keeley noticeably elbows him in the ribs.

“It was nice to meet you, maybe I’ll see you again.” She gives Roy a glare of warning and breezes past you.

“Look, I didn’t mean to just turn back up. I’ve avoided this place for years, but Sam and his family have been good to me, I couldn’t just say no without reason when he asked me to cover yesterday.”

“Why?” He asks quietly, “that’s all I want to know.” He sounds anguished, even after all this time. You want to tell him, you want to pour your heart out and explain the reasons for your actions and apologise, really apologise, but it all feels like too much and not enough all at the same time.

“It’s a long story. I never meant to hurt you.” You toy with the strap on your bag.

“I’d have given you everything. Anything, you only had to ask.” You nod sadly,

“I know. It was so complicated and… I needed to protect you.” You go to pass him, pausing briefly once you’re shoulder to shoulder, “ I have to go, I really am sorry, Roy. Congratulations on the coaching job.”

“Protect me from fucking who?” He calls out as you reach your car.

“Me. All the shit that follows me.” You tell him with a shrug and once again leave him confused.

You get beeped again at the same set of traffic lights.

By the time you’re dropping a chocolate bar on Sam’s desk, he’s positively giddy.

“It’s only a Twix, don’t get too excited. And do not tell Nia.” You warn.

“Had a call while you were out,” your eyebrows raise and you motion with your hands for him to continue. “In the spirit of this whole shared ownership thing, Rebecca Welton has offered the club up to be interviewed by us.”

“A local interview for local people.” You joke in your creepiest League of Gentlemen impression.

“Exactly! An exclusive that we can sell on to the bigger papers and make a bit of money!” You can’t help but smile at that. You know it keeps Sam up at night, trying to keep such a local paper in circulation, trying to keep you both in a job. The little wins are huge wins, really.

“Congratulations Sammy. Do you want me to book it into Graham’s diary?”

“No you daft sod, I want you to come with me.”

“Sam, I am not a journalist. I’m barely a fucking receptionist.”

“You’re my protege and my assistant. And I don’t want Graham leaking bits to the Daily Mail and spoiling our fun. So get your replica Roy Kent shirt out, we’re off to Nelson Road!”

So much for avoiding the place.

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monochromepalette · 2 years

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HELLO HELLO FIRST TIME REQUESTING EVER. 👀

I loved the angst fanfic you posted and I am a sucker for angst but lets do a lil fluff today👍Could you make a oneshot about Savannahclaw boys getting dragged to bed by an exhausted reader(male if you dont mind) in the middle of the day. Reader pulled an all-nighter for 5 days straight sleeping for 15 minutes at MAX so they could study for exams and now all they wanna do is cuddle with their boyfriend for hours (ik leona and his ass wouldn't mind it one bit but I wanna get scolded by him🥰)

(P.s. if u will do emoji anons could I be 🌺 anon ignore this part if u wont)

Hello my little 🌺Anony🌺!!! I'm so happy you enjoyed my angst fic (EEEE, I'm curling my toes >///<) It's totally ok - your first request is actually my first request submission from someone, so... this HAS to be FATE!!! :DDD I got so happy when I saw this because I didn't think anybody was going to request anything since I don't post much. Thank you so much, it seriously made my day!!! ( > u < )

* I don't have any edited pictures for the Savanaclaw boys as of now, but will make some in the near future! *

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* Leona Kingscholar *

"I'm exhausted," you mumbled.

You were laying on the dirt in the middle of the botanical gardens with Leona. He was hovering right over you, just staring at your baggy eyes. He was secretly being judgemental for your actions but he decided not to say anything.

"Get your lazy butt up," Leona finally grumbled. He tugged and pulled you up by your shirt like he was some middle school bully. "You still gotta go back to class."

"Can we skip class and go to bed?" You begged. "Please. Come on. Lunch time's about to hit soon."

"Last thing I want is for you to fail two years of school just like me," Leona groaned.

"Ditching a few classes ain't gonna kill me," you said and shoved his arm off playfully. You plopped back down into the ground and sighed loudly. "I studied all night to pass my exams to go to the next grade."

Leona picked you up from the ground and he carried you like you were his groom. No—scratch that—at this point, you were his groom. You didn't know where he was going as he exited the gardens and to the school. He was probably going to drop you at the cafeteria, but you decided to just hop off with the little energy you had left. There was no way you would let him do that to you.

You rolled over, getting off of him, and landed on your feet. "We're going to your room," you huffed and pulled at his arms. "You don't have a say and you're coming with me."

"You're the biggest brat I know."

"Sure am," you said as you tugged him along. You passed by the cafe and headed to the mirror chambers. Leona didn't retaliate, didn't pull you back, or even bicker with you. He just walked alongside you as you tightly held his hand so he wouldn't escape. He just let things happen as you and him jumped into the Savanaclaw mirror. As you and him entered the domain, a huge blush formed on your face that you couldn't hide from him. "I just... want to cuddle with my boyfriend after all that studying."

He knew you worked hard the past five days. Going over your notes and journals again and again, only getting some five to fifteen minutes of sleep per night. Leona's face began to heat up when he saw your tinted cheeks. He began to think about how adorable your sleeping face would be laying against his chest. He turned his head away despite you not paying attention to him anymore. Seeing how much you really wanted this break, he... might as well just let you enjoy the rest of the day with him in bed.

"You deserve this," Leona said.

"What?" You asked.

Leona, slowly regaining composure, just smiled smugly and said, "...Nothin' at all."

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* Ruggie Bucchi *

Ruggie was bored out of his mind as he continued to cut up the slabs of meat he was going to snack on. A meat salad with a side of Jade's mushrooms was what he planned to eat. To you, it sounded more like lunch than a snack.

You just listened to the chop, chop, chop, as you focused in on your studies. Or at least, tried to study. The noise kept you from falling face-first onto the table and catching some sleep. You wanted to just slide the papers off the table but your pride and ego said, "No, human, you must study. Sleep is for the weak."

The sunlight from the windows kept bothering you and your eyes. You kept squinting, and the feeling just urged you to fall asleep. The heat felt nice on you but you kept your concentration up until Ruggie's chopping stopped. You sat straight up and pulled away from the desk. "I've had enough. I can't do this. I have to sleep."

You peered into the kitchen from around the corner, spying on whatever Ruggie was going to do next. He was looking for something in the fridge, his hand was on his chin as he thought about something.

You stepped into the kitchen and said jokingly, "How about... you stare and snack on me instead?"

Ruggie turned and furrowed his brows at you. "Nah, you humans don't give us enough protein."

"I... was kidding," You rubbed the back of your neck and smiled, trying to change the topic off of food. You intertwined your hands with Ruggie's. "It's really hot today. Will you be going to be take a nap soon?"

Ruggie raised a brow. "What's this nap gonna give me? Money? I gotta eat first and go to the lounge in an hour."

"Hm... No," you thought quietly. "But don't you hyenas like sleeping in the sunlight? I'd like to try it out with you today. There's a bunch of sunlight on the couch coming from the windows."

"Don't you have to study?"

"I've studied plenty." You pleaded and took him by the arm, heading to the living room couch, "I want and need a break with you. I've only had a couple minutes of sleep for the past five days."

"Oh sheesh, fine..." Ruggie shrugged and agreed. He pulled you in for a hug and took you down onto the couch with him. His warm body pressed against you as the sunlight hit his back. "You really didn't need to guilt trip me. I was probably gonna stay here anyways... I know you want to spend some time with me after all that studying."

Comforted by his words, you couldn't help but feel this fuzzy feeling in your chesf. "Thanks for staying. Next time, I'll repay you." You laughed lightly and kissed his forehead. You knew for sure that now you were going to ace those exams, because you were going to sleep with your boyfriend by your side.

"Wait, so you're gonna bribe me next time?"

"Go sleep."

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* Jack Howl *

"Can you brew some tea for me real quick?" You asked as you wrote down notes from the grimoire you were studying with. The loud, quick scritches from your pencil was enough for Jack to notice that you were too busy to do it yourself. He didn't hesitate as you felt the weight of the bed pull you up higher when he got off.

When the kettle starting bubbling and brewing, you looked up to see Jack stare intensely at your work. "Did you really need to stay up all night just to study?" He asked.

"Yes," you responded, "I still do. Five minutes of sleep for five nights. That was my end goal."

Jack sighed as he stuffed the tea leaves, sugar, and cream into the mug. The kettle stopped fumig, and he poured in the hot water, mixing the concoction around. The aroma was quite strong, even from a distance away. It almost smelled like... chamomile, maybe?

Jack set down the mug on the nightstand, wrapping it up with a cold rag to let it cool down quicker. You sat there for a while, finishing the last few sentences in your journal and slamming it shut. You picked up the tea and sipped it. To your surprise, it had cooled down quite a bit. Had he used some magic? "Thank you, Jack... I appreciate you coming today," you said between your drinks.

Jack returned a smile as your hand ran through his hair. You wanted to say "good boy" but stopped yourself from saying it. Though, for some odd reason, you were slowly becoming more and more sleepy. The chamomile tea must've had taken a huge effect on you. Did he choose that on purpose?

Jack observed your eyes slowly drifting and your head nodding down, and then up. He sat down onto the bed with you, worried you'd fall off.

"I'm getting kinda drowsy," you finally admitted. You kicked your notebook and grimoire off the bed. You'd worry about the damages later. "Did you pick that tea on purpose?"

Jack's face held a puzzled expression. He seemed rather offended by your question. "That was the only one you had left."

"Ah," was all that left your mouth. You dragged Jack down with you as you plummted onto the pillows. The bed bounced and you shut your eyes. You swaddled your arms around his muscular arm and nuzzled your face against him. He was surprisingly cozy. His warmth was uncomparable to the tea he had made for you

Jack's face exploded into a deep scarlet red. "Wait, what are you—"

Before you could even answer him, you already knocked out, still snuggling beside him. Jack, feeling flustered, awkwardly positioned himself and held onto your hands that were wrapped around him. He was wondering what he should do. He closed his eyes, having no idea what he was going to say once you woke up.

#savanaclaw #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #m!reader #twst wonderland

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goji-pilled · 2 years

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This took... so much longer than it actually should've. The next part will most likely be the last Homubey post, at least for a while. So here we go the long awaited part... 4 of the Homubey cycle where I coupdn't put everything I wanted down, or else it would mever be posted and part 5 wouldn't exist.

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She had felt the soft feeler of the ribbon-like appendage press softly against the red of her uniform's ribbon, the cold limb sucking away the warmth of her body like a voracious blackhole. The empty white of Akemi's home base was replaced by a different void, one of completely nothingness that was deboid of even darkness. She stood up from her seat, not needing to look to know that the cushion she sat on had vanished right under her, and began her trek in this empty land.

Walking through the void brought about no sound in the empty landscape, her footsteps muffled by only her own breaths. She didn't know how long she walked, time being too abstract of an idea and too simple of a concept to comprehend, seconds being minutes being hours ad nauseum. When she seemed to have reached the terminus light bloomed around her before they condensed into infinitesimal orbs that seemed to dive deep into the nothing.

The orbs then suddenly burst like newborn stars, a galaxy born around her still form as she gazed upon the many colors she couldn't comprehend. They swirled around her until finally froze in place and warped one last time - the cosmos shifted into abstract forms, pictures, of events that have never happened, always happen, and already have happened. She watched as the World moved forward around her and the memories flood her mind, nearly bursting her brain with a tandem overflow of knowledge.

It was so much information - too much information! Images flowed across her eyes, painted over her eyes and on the insides of her lids. So many of them were so similar, nearly identical to one another, but all so very different from the other in so many ways. So many flashes of Pink, Blue, Yellow, Black, Red, Brown, Green, Steel, Powder, Fire, Water, Hope, Despair-

Too much! Too much!!! It was too much!!!!!

This... This isn't right! This is wrong! This isn't me! I can never be like that! I'm not like that!

I'm not... I'm not...

"I'm such a fool."

...

Sayaka opened her eyes, staring up at the clockwork monolith that defied gravity, the blinding white of the room setting her already aflamed eyes on a new blistering inferno of pain. A noise overshadowed the loud ticks and tocks of grandfather up above, overpowering the already quiet dull tones of the hovering monitors. She couldn't hear anything else but that noise, a piercing sound that drowned everything else around her out.

Mami came into view, hovering over wherevr Sayaka fell over and sent a new startling realization to the tomboy; Half of her vision was tinted a deep maroon, one of the remaining quarters of her sight also blemished with a bright crimson that caused her heart to ache.

Everything turned a bright yellow for a split second before the world went dark, causing panic to swell in the tomboy's heart. Flailing her arms around resulted in abysmal progress, something binding her limbs tightly to her sides. She continued to flail about, hoping in some vain hope that she could free herself and remove whatever blinds were forced on her. As she continued to trash about she smacked the back of her head against the floor and-

Pain. Pure, agonizing pain. It burst out from somewhere deep within her body, the pain laid dormant before she reawakened the beast so that it may feast on her hide. Her entire being felt as if it had been tossed into a furnace and was left to burn, hot coals digging into her joints and limbs, almost as if she had been torn asunder. Sayaka tried to keep herself awake, to focus on something that wouldn't allow her to pass out and-

No, that's wrong. She couldn't- wouldn't! She wouldn't die here, not now! It's not her time, not yet, not if she had anything to say about it.

Her attempts at freedom came back with a vengance, her arms forcing themselves to bend at inhuman angles to destroy her rstraints, her knees bent so her heels may dig away at the binds around her thighs. Her vigor was renewed as she felt her legs come free and her arms spread out; she snapped whatever had tied her down through her own willpower, even through the unbearable pain!

Sayaka clawed at her face and used all her strength to tear off the blindfold on her, not bothering - or even realizing - to untie a knot behind her head.

As she tugged the tomboy say glimpses of the evironment around her. The room was blindingly white, yet there was so much red covering the floor around her and another limp form nearby. So she was still at Akemi's place, with her victim and Mami and-

"Madoka!"

At her cry the lump jostled as if it were awaken from its slumber. Madoka attempted to rise from her position before she fell back down, clutching at the sides of her head and let out bloodcurdling screams. Sayaka's resolve hardened and she pulled even harder at her blindfold, watching her best friend writhe on the ground in static glimpses.

The blindfold fell apart, yellow ribbons fading away and Sayaka scrambled to her best friend's aid. She had crawled past the tiny table in the room when she felt more things grab at her limbs, pulling her away from Madoka.

"No! Madoka!"

Her trashing came back, her strength pulling apart the many things that kept her from helping her best friend. Slowly her vigor waned, and soon Miki Sayaka found herself encased in a large yellow cacoon of ribbons; on the front where her chest would be was a large red bow tie with a silver lock.

"You surprised the both of us, Sayaka. We didn't expect you to break free from my bonds so easily... Well, as easy as it could be for you." Unable to turn her head anymore than a centimeter, Sayaka tried to find the owner of that voice. It was familiar, so intimately familiar and yet so very unfamiliar too; Her head was jumbled up in such a mess, shr couldn't sort out her thoughts.

Footsteps approached from behind, and soon a pair of thigh-high boots carried a blonde into the tomboy's view.

"Mami! Wha-What happened to Madoka?!"

"...Always worried about someone else, Sayaka."

Tutting her head the Gold Standard of Magical Girls sent a disproving look towards her pupil, before the glare was replaced with a loaded glance and a tendure touch on her cheek.

"Please, Sayaka, relax. Calm down, and relax. Let me help you." At her words a soothing warmth enveloped Sayaka. The dull aches in her joints, the pulsing discomfort betwixt her two eyes, the cotton feeling that suffocated her dry throat, all her discomfort vanishing at her senpai's touch. The gaze in Mami's amber eyes and the soft caressing motion on her cheek, Sayaka could help but lean into the soft palm.

This warmth... the tomboy couldn't describe the feeling that envoked in her heart at the warmth in those eyes, in the lingering touches. Sayaka continued to nuzzle in Mami's palm, seeking it out when the older girl stepped back and released the tomboy into a mess of dried blood and nearly limp limbs; The ribbons faded away, leaving behind a freezing girl in a slightly bloodied school uniform.

Sayaka kept an eye on her best friend and superior as she patted herself down for any unaccounted for damages. Mami kneeled down to place a palm atop the whimpering girl's own as she tried to cover her eyes. Golden ribbons wrapped around the shortest's wrists, pulling back the palms coated in crimson so that more may wrap around the bloodshot rose orbs. The bandages extended to cover the rest of Madoka's arms and soon a golden Madoka burrito laid on the off white floor, blind to the world as Mami's magic worked to make the pain slowly dissipate.

"Homura is in her bedroom, if the thought crossed your mind. She's finalizing the details and such." The blonde fussed over the wrapped bundle on the floor before lifting the girl with one hand. She walked to one end of the couches that was left untouched by any crimson liquid before finishing with, "It would be for the best if neither of you entered that room."

Sayaka took the few steps forward to sit down on the clean end, lifting her best friend's head just enough to turn her thighs into a better headrest. Questions kept forming in the back of her mind, parts of herself screaming out in indignation at the sudden lose of senses, the super anueryism inflicted upon her - and onto Madoka as well - the dark aspects of herself climbing out of the depths of her psyche to have some choice words. Yet despite this influx of discord and confusion, Miki Sayaka remained calm somehow, or at least didn't feel any worry or anxiety. Flashes of places she's never been to but can quite vividly imagine kept flowing over her eyes, her questions being soothed by answers her mind instinctually answers, it doesn't make any sense.

Yet no matter how wrong this should feel, how wrong it should be, Sayaka has never felt so calm or so- so... emoty before.

"... Mami?"

A bit put off by the lack of honorific, Tomoe composed herself and spoke to her pupil.

"Yes, Sayaka?"

"... How long?"

"'How long' for what, Sayaka?"

"How long until this makes sense? Until the mess in my brain stops being wrong and cleans itself up?"

A loud puff of air blew out from the blonde's nostrils, an uncharacterstic moment of tiredness or exasperation was unknow. Tomoe shook her head in vain as Miki kept her gaze locked on the yellow band covering pink eyes.

"I suppose it would take... not that much longer than it took for me to understand it all." Somehow that didn't sound like an answer Sayaka liked, but she wouldn't begrudge her senpai when she was obviously trying to retain her no-nonsense put-together elder persona. The hollow smile and slumped shoulders gave way to true feelings Mami kept buried within her soul (for some reason Sayaka couldn't help but chuckle at the word) but the tomboy wouldn't call her out on it. Not now, at the very least.

The silence between was constantly broken, neither breathing a sound as Madoka's whimpers slowly died down to quiet sniffles in tandem with the pendulum above. The noise that scattered Sayaka's brain was slowly growing quiet, the jitters going still as her mind untangled the crossed wires.

"... You're right." Tomoe snapped her head up from Madoka's still form, gold peering into blue. "Didn't take long." A hand combed through strawberry locks, blue bore down onto the gold bandage that loosened itself. Madoka had gone quiet, her body still shivering from phantom pain and intense stimulation.

"... You're worried. About what she'll-"

"Of course. She's my best friend, but I don't know what goes through her head, even in the best of times."

"Even so... you help stay by her side, and do all you can to help her. Wouldn't you."

"Yeah... that sounds about right."

From the cacoon a small hand reached out, latching on to the hand tangled in pink strands. The tomboy didn't resist the pulling hand, lifting the band off of her best friend's face. The blood dried into twin tracks below the eyes, rose orbs shining with glistening determination even thoigh they were a dull mockery of what they were before.

"Sayaka-chan... Mami-senpai..."

"Yeah 'Doka?"

"What is it, Madoka-san."

"I need to talk with Homura-chan."

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OHHHHH FINALLY HOMUBEY IS BACK LETS GOOOOOO

#felix answers #io3 #long post #LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!#HEHE

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psychoticwillgraham · 7 months

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long ass fucking emotional post about what it means to make it to my 28th bday under the read more

also making two bday playlists for myself: a funny one and an emotional one celebrating my journey so far. I know, 28 doesn’t seem like an important birthday, but for me? it’s everything. from something who planned to die on its 16th birthday to now, has been a hell of a journey. the vast majority of it has been heartbreaking, but through all the new trauma and old, I’ve become a much different person. i used to be a hermit basically, a high school dropout who wouldn’t talk to anyone irl and even barely online. then, the glee fandom (for all its evils) happened for me and I got to meet an Australian person irl, someone who flew all that way just to meet their weird little klaine mutual, at just 14.

then, I discovered cosplay and conventions, and in that process, the beginnings of my personal identity. I’d already been struggling with severe self harm and the realization that I was some kind of queer (initially a lesbian, then a trans man within the span of less than a year), and cons gave me a place that I could dress however I wanted, act how I wanted, even get lost in acting as the character im cosplaying. I didn’t have to be a girl, I could be a boy (which I did, and used the excuse of cosplay to get my mom to buy me my first binder, but after that she caught on), I could be everything, I could even be nothing. That was my outlet creatively which would eventually lead to my drag career once I turned 21, which was an impossible dream for 16 year old me since I thought I’d never make it to that age.

unfortunately, I met my major and longest abuser (for at least 9 years who continues to be in my life bc I can’t let go) at a con around this age (16). that would set off a 9 year period of sexual abuse, grooming, and rape, that I still struggle to recover from bc it was all I knew until I was 25/26. I’d never had a relationship with a man that wasn’t abusive in some way, and still haven’t. that’s a whole other post for another time when I can handle it better.

but over that period of time, I consumed all drag related media that I could and eventually responded to an open casting call for local drag performers, pretty much anyone who’d ever wanted to do it. most of them had already been part of established local ish drag families, except for me. I literally started from jack fucking shit and I was almost too scared to perform every time I did. I’d been in theatre, but I was always in the chorus and could never get the courage to actually be on stage in any kind of speaking role. but then fast forward to age 21, where I worked the grind for 5 years up the local drag hierarchy, even though I’m still being discounted on account of me being afab and a king, im more of the ‘underdog’ in ppl’s eyes. ppl love me and want more of me, but the current ones on charge just don’t. im still gonna work the grind until I get where I want to be.

but through drag, I found myself. i became an entirely different person. im miles more social than I’ve ever been, im light years more confident, and learning to assert myself. it was like a rebirth for me and I will defend this art form till my death.

i beat alcoholism, the thing that nearly killed me several times, most notably in 2019 when I was so far gone that they didn’t think even activated charcoal would work. thank god it did but if I’d had just one more glass of straight vodka or two more acetaminophen I’d be dead. and if I hadn’t told mom about what I did when I did, I would’ve also been dead. even five minutes later and I would’ve been dead. y’all I was legit about to be coded when they gave me the charcoal, and I did have a near death experience (i hovered above my body and saw the harsh hospital lights above me and they were extra bright, but I wasn’t being forced to go, I didn’t hear God or anything at all, i just hovered there for about 30 seconds and went back to my body) which I’ve suppressed the memory of until now.

I’ve come such a long way from that, and from my horrible childhood, and yes I was thrown off guard from grandma’s death, and I consider everything before that my old life, and everything since a second rebirth, like I have an entirely different life. it’s still haunting me every single day and it does whenever I go past her closed off room, and I still feel her very presence in this house and with me everywhere I go.

things have been immensely difficult, but I’ve survived, and yes I’ve come out a completely different person, and I’ve changed. but we all change through life and I was changed by my grandmother’s love for me and her presence from the very day I was born, and changed by her death. it’s been a change for the better, and she can rest easy knowing that I’ll never forget her or how fiercely she fought for me through my addiction when everyone including my psych team gave up on me and were about to just let me drink myself to death, but not her.

she let me lay on her floor every night and rant and talk about literally anything and everything, would share her saltine crackers and tootsie rolls with me so I’d have at least something to eat even if it was nothing substantial. she insisted that if I drank, I had to drink in her room so she could watch my every move since she was terrified of me dying alone in my room. if I passed out there (which I did most nights in the later stages of my addiction), she would do all she could to make me a bed out of blankets on the floor, even when she couldn’t walk anymore, so that I wouldn’t be sleeping on the hard, nasty carpet.

she gave me a place to just be, and I still think she’s the only reason I’m still alive.

because of grandma’s love, I’m still standing here today, a completely changed person, but at least I’m still alive.

i planned to die at 16, then 18, then 21, then 25, and then at 28. but I’m still here, against all odds, and I’m so grateful that I am.

here’s to the rest of my life, a very long life.

#god this was fucking long #i just started rambling sorry

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5sosxqueen · 2 years

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< Part 1 , ~Part 2~ , Part 3 >

As stated in the last part, this is an old fic. Please excuse the poor grammer. It will get better as I post more.

Warnings: depictions of illness, bad grammer, and awkward pet names.

Written in 2018

Word count: 2356

Updates are every Tuesdays and Thursdays

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 2

Calum's p.o.v:

Once Ashton and I got back to the bus I got to work on cooking the soup while the other boys tended to Luke. I had just poured the soup into the pot to start it when I hear what sounded like a yell. I quickly turned off the burner and ran back to the bunks. What I saw was heartbreaking. Ash was holding the bin for Luke as he violently puked his guts up. I instantly ran over to him and starting rubbing his neck trying to maybe get his body to relax. This continued for 15 minutes before Ashton had to hand the bucket over to Michael while Luke caught his breath.

"Huh.. huh ow. Mmm. My head feels like it's going to explode." Luke grimaced as he held his head in his hands. He was absolutely drenched in sweat now, and was scary pale. Luke hadn't thrown up in almost 5 minutes, but still hovered over the bucket. I feel really horrible for him. I honestly wish it was me instead of him. Luke has never puked in front of us before so this was pretty terrifying for me.

"Luke? Bud are you done? We have medicine you can take. It should help with the pain and vomiting. Michael you get migraines right? Do you have anything he could take?" I said. Michael nodded, placing the bucket down in front of Luke and got up to grab some of his medicine. Luke just looked over at me with tears in his eyes and leaned slightly into me and sighed heavily.

"I can try. I don't think I will be able to keep it down though. I still feel really sick." I grabbed the medicine and handed him a couple of the stomach relaxer and fever reducers. Michael walked back in with some Excedrin migraine for Luke and handed it to him explaining it had a drowsiness side effect. He nodded and started to reach for the Gatorade so I handed him that as well. He swallowed all the pills and the pink liquid and leaned back against me. He grimaced again, after a couple of minutes, as his stomach rumbled and breathing deeply. He gagged violently with a cough, quickly shook his head and went back to hover the bucket just in time to let out a very loud retch followed by the small amount of Gatorade and the medicine he just consumed.

"Awww Luke you have it bad mate. I'm sorry you're so sick." 'So much for the medicine huh.' I thought as I ran my fingers through his soaking wet hair. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I looked over to Michael and asked what his temperature was.

"Well it was 102.6, but we've been here with him for about 35 minutes and he's been throwing up nearly non stop... Luke I'm going to take your tempature again ok?" He nodded slightly before his eyes grew wide and heaved in the bin again. "Poor guy can barely get a break. Try to breathe babe." Michael said as he put the thermometer into Luke's ear and rubbed his back again. After the beep Michael looked at the screen and sighed, turning to Ashton and I clearly upset. "It's 103.4 now guys. I'm going to get a washcloth for him. I'll be back." And with that he walked out of the bunk room and into the bathroom. He came back seconds later and placed the wet rag onto Luke's neck. "When you're ready Luke, would you like one of us to help you shower and get into clean clothes?" Michael asked him as he was lifting he head out of the bucket.

"Huh. Eh... that's vile." Luke nodded. "Yes please that would be nice. Thanks. I think I'm actually done for now. At least I really hope I am." He said before spitting into the bucket multiple times. "I'm so sorry guys."

"Here mate." I said handing him his Gatorade.

"Don't apologize bud. We just want you to be ok and we will do anything to make that happen. Ummm if/when you are feeling up to it and better, we got you some soup that we will heat up for you." Ashton stated.

Ashton's p.o.v:

Luke retook the meds and waited for around 20 minutes, before deciding to try a little of the soup we got for him. Calum went to heat up the previously long forgotten soup and brought him a small bowl. When he managed to keep a couple spoonfuls down, he slowly got up to get ready for a cool shower.

"I'll help you out bud." I said as I gathered a change of clothes and grabbed the thermometer. I looked at the time and saw it was 3:12pm. I guided him to the bathroom and helped him undress. "Would you like me to stay in here with you? I can also take a shower with you if you'd like and feel comfortable with it. It's your choice. I just want to make sure nothing bad happens and I'm not here, but if you want privacy I would also understand that."

"Would you mind getting in with me? I don't think I can keep myself upright for very long. My legs are really wobbly and I'm still extremely dizzy." Luke said placing his hand on his stomach that was once again threatening to send the tiny amount he ingested up his throat and staggered back to lean against the wall praying for the dizziness to go away. "I don't feel good Ash."

"Come here. Sit down and take deep breaths Luke." I lead him to sit on the lid of the toilet and knelt next to him. He placed his head in one of his hands and wrapped an arm around his stomach and swallowed compulsively. I grabbed the small bin next to the toilet and placed it in front of him. "It's right here if you need it. It's been around 45 minutes since you've taken the meds so they should start taking effect soon. Try to breathe through it." He nodded swallowing a few more times before sitting up slightly.

"I think I'm good." He said.

"Alright I'm going to check your temp again. I want to see what it's at before we get you into the shower and by the way, I was the one who suggested I get in with you. Of course I don't mind love." He nodded and I turned to grab the thermometer off of the sink behind me. When I turned back around Luke was back into position above the small bin. His stomach lurched and his free hand launched toward the bin, but he paused once again swallowing compulsively and focused on breathing before he felt it was safe to look up again. "You good?" I asked him to which he nodded and set the bin back down, but beside the toilet, rather than in front. 'Hopefully the bin can stay there and go unused' I thought. "Ok you ready for this?" I asked holding up the thermometer.

"Ya." I put the thermometer back into his ear. "So my temperature will determine whether we take a hot, warm, or cold shower right?" I nodded and we heard it beep and I read it. I breathe a sigh of relief. "What is it?" I show him and he smiles.

"101.2 is much better than 103.4." I said smiling back at him. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Better I guess. I mean, my head no longer feels like it's going to split open, but my stomach feels like there's a war going on with the nauseating feeling and the cramps. I'm sore beyond belief at the moment" I nodded. I understand that the flu causes a lot of pain.

"You think you're ready to get in the shower now or would you like to sit for a bit longer?" I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head and worked on undoing my belt buckle.

"I think I'm ok to get in." He stood up after I got my pants off. I decided to stay in my boxers so he wouldn't be uncomfortable leaning against me need be. I turned water on warm and helped him step in following behind him. I reached for the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that sat on the counter and put them next to us on the ground. He let the water hit him for a few minutes and I handed him a rag for him to start washing his front.

"I think I need to sit." He said leaning heavily into me quite suddenly. I wrapped my arm around his chest and guided us to sit on the shower floor. I leaned against the tiled wall of the shower as he leaned into me.

"Is this comfortable for you?" I had my legs on either side of him. He nodded and grimaced. I poured some shampoo onto my hand and slowly started to massage it into his hair.

"Ash...." He said slightly panicked and shaky.

"Ya babe, you ok?" He quickly shook his head and brought his hand up to his mouth.

"I need to be sic-" He couldn't finish his sentence before clamping his mouth shut. I quickly wrapped my arm back around his chest just as his body pitched forward with a dry heave.

"You're ok babe get it out." I coaxed. He gagged twice with mulpule harsh hacks before bringing up what he consumed an hour prior. After about 3 small rounds he leaned back against me trying to catch his breath.

Once he regained his breathing I asked if he was done and he shrugged. "I'm sorry bud. I'm going to rinse your hair out and then start washing your body ok? Just telling me if your going to be sick... if you can't tell me try to tap my knee twice." He nodded.

We have a cup in the shower for rinsing hair out and I grabbed it. I filled it and gently poured it into his head until the soap was fully rinsed out of his hair. I decided against conditioning it and went to wash his body. I leaned him forward gently started washing his back. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the rag on his back and I laughed making him blush a bit, but the movement soon made his stomach twist. I felt two quick taps in my knee right before he once again jolted forward projectile vomiting with a sickening splatter onto the ground making me grimace. Luckily I couldn't see. After he was done he was completely exhausted. I handed him the washcloth and he lazily wiped his front clean and I dumped the cup over his back to rinse it off.

"Alrighty let's get you dried off and dressed so you can lay back down ya?" I helped him get up and made sure the shower was fully rinsed out before helping him step out of the shower. Luke was extremely dizzy so he instantly sat back down on the toilet seat once again and sat there for 15 minutes. "Are you ready to get dressed?

"Not quite yet. I'm starting to feel a bit sick again. I want to wait for it to pass first." Luke said. He grunted angrily and leaned back onto the tank of the toilet with his eyes closed. I placed the bin back into its previous spot in front of Luke in case he needed it. I could see his stomach lurching every once in a while. I hate seeing him this weak and vulnerable and more so I hate that I can't do anything. I thought he fell asleep and was getting ready to wake him until out of nowhere Luke shot toward the bin gagging harshly with a wrech. He didn't have much in his stomach so he was just bringing up stomach acid at this point. After a couple minutes of this he got up, grabbing my shoulder for support, and got dressed with my help. I gave him some more medicine and got him into the freshly made bed and pulled the blanket over him. He was out within two minutes.

Michael's p.o.v:

I brought the bucket to the bathroom, dumped it's contents into the toilet, and cleaned it out. I walked back to the bunk room and set it back down near Luke's head of the bed, rather than the foot of it. About 30 minutes after Luke took the medicine Ashton got him ready to take a shower. I noticed that Ash had grabbed the thermometer and I quickly decided to make the bed up for Luke. I pulled the blanket down toward the foot of the bed so Ash can just tuck him in.

I walked into the kitchen and I saw Calum eating his breakfast burrito. 'Ash and him must have gotten those for us.' I thought as I warmed up mine and joined Calum on the couch.

"What do you suppose got Luke so sick? I don't think he's ever even had more than a cold." Cal said setting the now crumpled wrapper on the coffee table.

"I've got no clue. It worries me so much too. I hate seeing him like this, although I don't mind taking care of him. I know I've noticed that as well. It is a shocker he's gotten this sick and in such a short time too." I was just as stunned as Calum was.

I finished my burrito fairly quickly. "So would you like to play some FIFA?" I asked to which he nodded. We had been playing the game for about half an hour when we heard Luke getting sick again. "Fucking hell, he really can't get a break. I feel so bad for him." I said. About an hour later, Ashton is guiding Luke and into bed and tells us about Luke getting sick the majority of the time and that he's been given meds and is asleep again.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #sickfic #vomit sickfics #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos

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stevesbestgirl · 2 years

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Their Girl - Part 6 - Finale

Soft!Dark!Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

5706 Words

Warnings: reader has kind of a tantrum, panic attack (not reader), allusions to stalking (with a positive spin, obvi don’t glamorize that behavior), not much else

A/N: It’s here! I’m sorry it took this long. I actually like my job now, but it’s SO taxing, I just haven’t had the energy or the downtime I used to to write. But I’m slowly adjusting, so I’m hoping to take a little break and get some stuff backlogged so I can post more regularly the second time around.

Masterlist Part 5

“Daddy?”

“Yes, doll?” Bucky didn’t look up from the book he was reading, instead stretching his arm out in invitation.

You didn’t climb on the couch next to him, instead hovering at the edge, hands clasped behind your back, “Wanna play.”

He glanced at you, “What do you want to play?”

You stared at him for a long moment, “Can we go outside?” It had been three long days of being sick and feeling bad; you wanted desperately to breathe fresh air and touch some grass.

He searched your face from any trace of deception. When he didn’t find any, he shook his head, “I’m not sure if Papa would like that, babydoll.” Steve was out right now, but you weren’t sure where.

You wanted to argue- you’d been cooped up inside since you’d tried to run away. But the past several days had proved that you wanted their approval; more than anything maybe. So you murmured a resigned acknowledgement and sat down next to Bucky on the couch.

He pulled you flush against him, guiltily watching your reaction and rubbing your arm. Finally, he sighed, “You’ve been good for us, huh?” You nodded. “I guess we could go out in the courtyard for a little bit. There’s no harm in that.”

Your eyes lit up, “I’ll be extra good, I promise!”

He laughed, “In that case, let’s get you into some warmer clothes.”

Once you were dressed in pants and a jacket, you eagerly trailed after Bucky out the front door. He held your hand down the hallway and through what appeared to be a communal kitchen area.

Just stepping out onto the stone patio felt cathartic; you took a deep breath, relishing the crisp air. Scanning the yard, you noticed the boy from the lab, Peter, playing under one of the trees. You glanced at Bucky and he gave you a small nod, slackening his grip on your hand.

You sidled up to the tree, “Hi.”

He glanced up at you, brown eyes wide and curious, “Hi. I saw you before.”

You nodded, “Your name is Peter, right?”

“Yeah.” He cocked his head, “You’re Y/N.”

“Uh-huh.”

He offered up a toy truck, “You wanna play with me?”

You nodded again, “Okay.”

You and Peter played with his trucks and blocks for only a minute before Tony came bustling out of the kitchen, speaking aloud on some kind of call. He breezed right past Bucky, who was sitting at a picnic table in the corner- his book was out, but he wasn’t reading yet.

He watched intently as Tony made his way over to you and Peter, “Made a new friend, did we?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah, we’re playing trucks.”

Tony scanned the courtyard, locating Bucky, “She get the all clear from Bruce? Not sick anymore?”

“She’s good as of yesterday,” Bucky affirmed.

“Good. Carry on, you two.” He moved away, but only a bit, hovering nearby while you and Peter built a maze of blocks.

You glanced around the courtyard, “Do you guys have a swing set? Or a sandbox?”

He shook his head, “Not here. But my daddy has a playground in the real outside.”

“Oh.” You’d barely convinced Bucky to bring you here, you doubted you’d be going outside the building any time soon.

Peter cocked his head at you, “I can ask him to get one for here too, if you want.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “Uh-huh.”

You beamed, “Thanks.”

“I was stuck inside for a long time when my daddy brought me home too,” he told you cheerfully. “You just gotta be good and then you get to do fun stuff.” That made you feel a little strange; Wanda and Loki had both seemed so put-together, you hadn’t considered that they all might have started like you did.

You had questions you wanted to ask him, but Tony swept over, “Time to go in, Pete.”

“But we didn’t even play that much,” Peter protested.

Tony gave an exaggerated shrug, “You don’t have to come in now. But if you want to have time to get a snack before your show is on-”

“I do!”

“Then now’s the time.”

Peter stood, abandoning his trucks, “Sorry, I gotta go!” He pulled Tony by the hand back to the door.

“Later, kid,” Tony tipped his head to you as Peter tugged him away and you watched them go, block still in your hand.

Once they were gone, you put the block down and went back to Bucky, “Peter had to go.”

He glanced up from his book, “You want to go home?”

You shook your head, “Will you play with me?”

He smiled, marking his place and setting the book down, “What do you want to play?” Your shoulders lifted in a bashful shrug and his grin widened, “You don’t know?” He set his book down and rested his hands on your hips, giving your waist a soft squeeze.

With a squeal, you danced backwards, out of his grasp. He laughed, “I thought you wanted to play, doll?” You bit your lip to suppress a smile, backing away from him slowly as he rose from the bench.

You spun and scrambled away with another shriek, which quickly devolved into laughter as you heard his footsteps behind you. But as you ran around the tree, dodging around the toys Peter had left behind, you missed the opening of the sliding glass door.

You heard Bucky behind you, your peals of laughter echoing off the courtyard walls as you ran straight into an outstretched arm, getting swept up into a strong grasp. Steve’s voice was right in your ear, “Having fun without me, sweetheart?”

“Papa!” You wriggled in his grasp as Bucky slowed his stride. “Do you wanna play with us?”

He chuckled, kissing your cheek, “Maybe. What are we playing?”

Bucky smirked at you, “We don’t know.”

Steve held up the basket in his other hand, “How about a lunch break?” You nodded and he set you back on the ground, steering you over to the tree with a hand on the small of your back.

“I thought you’d be out longer,” Bucky noted. “We would have waited for you.”

“I hurried back,” Steve looked chagrined, “Didn’t wanna be gone too long.”

“How’d you find us, Papa?” you asked earnestly.

He winked at you, “Papa knows everything.” He handed you a sandwich half, “Here you go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you chirped.

He pulled you in to sit on his lap, “You’re very welcome.” He glanced at Bucky, who was working on his own sandwich, “Did I miss anything interesting?”

Bucky shrugged, “Not really. We were feeling cooped up, so we came out and played with Peter a little bit.”

Steve hummed through a bite, “Tony was cool with that?”

“He hovered. They didn’t stay long.” Bucky shrugged, “But he was fine.”

“That’s good.” Steve gave your leg a soft squeeze, “Did you like playing with Peter?”

You nodded, “He’s nice. He’s gonna ask his daddy to get a sandbox.”

“You want a sandbox, doll?” Bucky asked.

You nodded again, “And swings. Peter said his daddy has those outside, but ‘m not allowed, so he promised he would ask for in here too.” You took another bite of your lunch, oblivious to the look Steve and Bucky shared over your head.

After a long pause, Steve kissed the top of your head, “Maybe if you keep being a good girl for us, you can play outside soon.”

“Really?” You looked up so fast you almost caught Steve on the chin, “I’ll be so good, I promise!”

Bucky nudged your foot with his, “And if there’s anything you want, you can ask us, okay? You don’t have to ask Peter.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Can we go to the zoo, like Nat and Wanda?”

Steve’s laugh rumbled behind you, “You set us up for that one, Buck.”

“Someday we’ll go to the zoo, doll.”

“But when?”

He leaned in and tapped your nose, following it with a little kiss, “That depends on you.”

You spent the rest of the week trying to be on your best behavior. Sure, you’d made a bit of a fuss over eating asparagus at dinner and you’d spilled chocolate milk on Steve’s white tee-shirt, but those were accidents and you didn’t think they should count.

But when Steve and Bucky sat you down on the couch for a talk, you were scared. You tucked your hands under your thighs so you wouldn’t fidget as the two of them shared a somber look.

"Sweetheart-"

"Was I bad again?"

Steve rubbed your leg, "No, you've been very good."

"You're not in trouble, princess," Bucky added. The knot in your stomach loosened, but only slightly; something was still wrong.

"Then what's the matter?" you asked, your voice timid. "You don't like me anymore?" The question popped out before you could stop it; things had been good and you were nervous it wouldn't last.

Steve kissed your forehead, "Of course we do, we love you, angel."

Bucky unearthed one of your hands with a chuckle, "No more guesses, doll."

"We just want you to be ready for when Daddy and I have to go back to work," Steve admitted. "Next month, Daddy and I will be a little busier."

Bucky added quickly, "We're gonna take turns, so one of us is always with you, but we won't both be around all the time like we have been."

"You're gonna leave?" Your tummy turned; you wanted them to both be home with you.

"Sometimes we'll have to, but most of the time, we'll be in our office just down the hall. So we'll still be close by if you need us." Steve looked guilty, no matter how he tried to spin it.

"How come you have to work? I thought you saved the day." You were a little pouty now- you didn't like this.

Steve chuckled, "We do, sweets. But sometimes it's not all about stopping bad guys. Sometimes it means doing research and paperwork and training-"

"It’s only four days a week," Bucky interjected. "And you'll never be alone- you just get special Papa time and special Daddy time."

"And we'll still have family time three days a week. Now that doesn't sound so bad, does it?" Steve cupped your chin so you would meet his eyes.

"I guess not."

"Cheer up, princess," Bucky squeezed your hand, "We have good news too." You glanced at him, curious, but refused to perk up. He raised an eyebrow, "Unless you don't want the good news."

"Daddy, no teasing," you whined.

"Well, do you wanna hear it or no?"

You gave a reluctant mumble, "Yes."

"Tony and Peter invited you to come over and play this afternoon. Do you want to see Peter again?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you can't go over all pouty, sweetheart," Steve pointed out. "I know it’s a change, but it won't be so bad, I promise." He gave you a reassuring smile and offered his pinky as you'd done before. However reluctantly, you accepted his promise and linked your pinky with his.

Later that afternoon, you were packed with your stuffie, a paci, and some outdoor clothes in case you and Peter wanted to play outside.

"Can't you stay and play with us?" You clutched Steve's hand outside Tony's apartment. You were nervous to go in there alone.

"Daddy and I are going to get some groceries, but we'll tell Tony as soon as we're back. Then, if you wanna come home, we'll come get you, okay?" You nodded. "You'll have fun with Tony and Peter, sweetheart, don't worry. And if you're good while we're gone, maybe I'll get you a little treat from the store."

"Candy?" you asked slyly.

That pulled a smile from him, "Only one way to find out."

At that, you brightened a little bit, but you quickly sobered when he rang Tony's bell. After a few moments, Tony opened it, "Come on in, guys." He left the door ajar so you and Steve could follow him inside.

The decor was very modern; the furniture was black, the floors were polished wood, and there were windows everywhere. The living room housed an enormous television and the floor was littered with toys, at the center of which was Peter.

"Y/N! I've been waiting!"

You kept hold of Steve’s hand, glancing up at him. Steve chuckled, “Go ahead, pretty girl. Go play.” He released your hand and gave your back a little nudge in Peter’s direction.

You made your way over to Peter, though you kept an eye on Steve, making sure that he didn’t disappear while you weren’t looking.

A small furrow appeared in Peter’s brow, “Pretty girl? I thought it was Y/N.”

“Just a little nickname, Pete,” Tony gave Peter an adoring smile and tousled his hair.

He looked to you, “Can I call you that?”

“Peter-”

But you’d already shrugged your shoulders; it didn’t make any difference to you. Peter cheered, “Okay, pretty girl, let’s play!” It made your cheeks burn, but you nodded and Tony’s protest died before it formed.

Steve laughed, “Alright, you guys have fun.” He bent and kissed the top of your head, “Behave. I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded solemnly, watching him leave, but Peter quickly pulled your attention back to him by grabbing your hand, “C’mon, I can show you my room!” He pulled you with surprising strength, leading you down the hall.

You waved a hasty goodbye to Steve before he disappeared and Tony called after Peter, “Slow down, Pete. There’s no rush.”

“I know,” Peter called back, continuing to rush down the hallway. Your tummy felt a little sick, but not nearly as bad as last time you’d been without Steve and Bucky. You paused in the doorway to what must be Peter’s room, your hand sliding out of his.

The first thing you noticed was the toys; starting at your feet in the doorway, they were scattered all over the floor. Blocks, action figures, model cars, video game cases, lego kits, you name it and Peter had it. The next thing that caught your eye as you raised your gaze was the clubhouse built into the corner of the room. A sturdy-looking wooden bridge connected the main structure to a small overlook, which was basically only a platform with a railing around the edges. The walls were a deep shade of blue, trimmed in red- the combination almost made your eyes water.

“Wow,” you breathed. “You have so much stuff.”

“My daddy buys me presents sometimes,” Peter admitted, suddenly bashful.

“Did he build your treehouse?”

“Yeah, my bed is in there, d’you wanna see?” You nodded, following him up the staircase carved into the base of the house. Sure enough, a bed with a frame like a racecar occupied much of the space inside the clubhouse. It was like he had everything.

You trotted across the bridge to the overlook, sitting down so your legs dangled down over the edge, “Don’t you have to keep your room clean?”

Peter followed you, the remote control to a little electronic car in his hands, “Not really. Daddy says it’s my room, so it’s not his problem. Unless I leave snacks in here, then he gets mad.” Peter was allowed to eat snacks in his room? You were only allowed to eat at the dinner table or the kitchen- maybe the coffee table if you were lucky.

You glanced at him, “What happens when your daddy gets mad at you?”

“Um,” Peter thought for a moment, “Usually, he’ll take away some of my screen time.”

“So you don’t get to watch any TV?”

“No, I do. But he’ll say, ‘Only one hour today,’ or if he gets really mad he’ll take my game away for a day or two, but he usually gives it back early.”

“You don’t get time-outs?”

“Only if I’m really, really bad. Then I have to play in my room all alone for a whole hour.” An hour? Last time you’d been punished- the first time- you’d been in time out for two days.

“Isn’t it scary being in the dark though?”

His brow furrowed, “In the dark? Daddy doesn’t turn the lights out, but I can see good in the dark anyways.”

Now you were confused; why were things so strict for you when it seemed like Peter had no real consequences for everything. That, on top of having everything he could possibly ask for- it seemed a little unfair, to say the least.

“What about when you first came here? You said you weren’t allowed outside for a long time.” You were trying to nudge Peter into telling you something- anything that sounded like your experience so far.

He nodded, “Daddy said we had to spend lots of time together so I would trust him to take care of me.”

You lowered your voice, “Did you ever try to leave?”

The crease in Peter’s brow deepened, “Leave? Where would I go?”

“You know, back to your life before. Where did you live before you came here?”

“I don’t-” Peter’s cheeks lost a bit of their color, like he’d just remembered something. “I tried to run away one time, but I got in really big trouble. I never seen Daddy that mad.” His eyes went glassy as he remembered.

“What happened?” Peter was silent for a long moment, but your heart sank as you noticed the tears welling in his eyes. When his lip began to wobble, you realized your mistake. “Wait, don’t be sad, I didn’t mean-” But Peter let out a harsh wail, tears dripping down his cheeks. Dread filled the pit of your stomach; you’d pushed too far, but you were only curious. “No, no, no, it’s okay-”

But Tony was already coming through the doorway, arms up to coax Peter down from his perch, “C’mere, what’s the matter, Petey?” Peter climbed down into Tony’s grasp, but he was inconsolable, no coherent words escaping the volley of tears. Tony sighed, beckoning you to come down and follow him from the bedroom back to the living room.

You trailed after him, babbling, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I promise, it was an accident-”

“Give us a minute, kid.” Tony pointed you toward the sofa and carried Peter into another room.

You were left alone with whatever cartoon was playing on the TV, which normally would have been exciting. But clearly you’d crossed a line and fear was starting to creep in on you. Maybe things hadn’t always been so easy for Peter.

Minutes passed by and you tried to watch the show, but you found yourself twiddling your fingers, glancing in the direction Tony and Peter had gone. When Tony finally came back, it was without Peter. He had the look of someone who was trying to appear stoic, but it was obvious that he was mad. He knelt by the couch, “I called your pops. They’re on their way back.”

You stared at him, trying to read his tone, “Did I do something wrong?”

He shrugged, “That’s for them to decide, kiddo. But Peter is very upset.” He glanced over his shoulder at the TV, “You think you can hang out and watch cartoons until they get here?” You nodded solemnly, although you were fairly certain that no matter how well you behaved now, it wouldn’t help you out of this situation. He stood, but paused to meet your gaze, “No taking off like you did at Natasha’s.” You shook your head and he gave a curt nod, “Good.”

Then he disappeared, no doubt returning to Peter. You tried to pay attention to the TV, but you’d never been less excited to watch cartoons. The brightly colored images flashed across the screen but your gaze kept flicking back to the front door, waiting for punishment to arrive.

When the doorbell rang, you waited for Tony to come back out, but there was no sign of him. You wondered if you should answer it, but there was a click and the door opened, allowing an exasperated Steve to march inside, soon followed by Bucky.

“You ready to go?” Steve asked, hoisting your backpack from its place on the floor.

“Am I in trouble?” you asked, voice small.

“We’re gonna talk about it, doll,” Bucky offered you his hand, but kept his voice even.

A small whimper escaped your throat as you took his hand, following them back home where they sat you down on the couch once again. “You wanna tell us what happened?” Steve prompted.

“I didn’t mean to make Peter sad,” you said quickly.

“Just tell us what you said,” Bucky urged.

“I-” you swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat, “I was askin’ him questions.”

“Questions about what?” Steve nudged.

“About what the rules are at his house and um, what happens when he gets in trouble.”

“Is that all?” Bucky seemed like he was trying to give you an out.

You bit your lip, “I asked him if he ever got in big trouble like I did when I ran away. Then he got sad because he remembered when his daddy was mad at him.”

Steve’s tone was sharp, “Tony sent us the video, Y/N. We know you asked Peter about his old life.” Steve calling you by your first name made the back of your neck prickle- and you’d forgotten you’d asked Peter that, since it was remembering his punishment that made him so upset.

“I didn’t know that was against the rules,” you whispered, shrinking into the sofa. “I just wanted to know if Peter was like me.”

Surprisingly, Steve appeared to soften a little at that, but Bucky spoke up, “Doll, I think you knew what you were doing when you asked those questions. You knew we wouldn’t like it.”

“But I-”

“You know what this means,” Bucky interrupted.

You shook your head fearfully, “No time out. I didn’t mean to be bad, Daddy. I just wanted to know-” Your words started to trip over each other, “I didn’t break a rule- It’s not fair!”

They both seemed surprised by your outburst- they’d obviously been expecting tears. And those were on their way, but you were more frustrated than anything. There were no rules against asking questions; you’d made an effort to remember everything they’d told you not to do since you’d gotten here. And you’d been good- you’d worked so hard to behave, only to be punished anyway.

Steve glanced at Bucky as though making sure he hadn’t changed his mind and then stood, “C’mon sweetheart, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be.”

“No!” You stood too, tears finally spilling over, “How come Peter doesn’t get punishment like me? He’s not scared of his daddy like me. I don’t wanna be scared- it’s not fair!”

That gave them both pause, but Steve steered you by the shoulder toward your room anyway, “We’ll talk about this more later.”

You stamped your foot, “Why can’t we talk about it now? It’s not fair!”

But Steve was done arguing. He shuffled you forward until you were at the threshold of your bedroom, with you on one side of the door and him on the other. You stared up at him, tears pooling in your eyes as you resisted blinking, “I hate it here!” And you slammed the door shut yourself.

Throwing yourself down on the bed, you finally let yourself sob openly. This wasn’t fair. They always assumed the worst- that you were bad. They said they loved you, but they were always ready to punish you. You were tired of being afraid of getting in trouble.

“Do you really hate it here?” Loki’s silken voice spoke from the foot of your bed.

You sat up, battling hysterical hiccups, but nodding, “What are you doing here?”

“I can hear you, remember? What’s the problem this time?”

The note of loftiness in his tone sparked your temper again, “If you’re only here to tease me, just go home.”

He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, “I’m not. I thought I might be able to help.”

Your anger faded as quickly as it had come, leaving you feeling weak and tired, “I was askin’ Peter about his life- before he came here- I just wanted to know if everyone else was like me.” You swallowed thickly, “If it was hard for you guys like it is for me.” Your voice wavered at the end.

“Not everyone. Peter is like you. Stark took him from his home so he could live here, where he could care for him. Wanda already lived here- she was a member of the team. But she and Romanoff had some kind of connection, so theirs is an agreement.”

“And you?” you asked quietly.

“Like I told you, I got in trouble- I did something bad.” He didn’t meet your eyes, “I have to stay here, where my brother can keep an eye on me, but being small- it makes it easier.” That much you could understand. “You see, you aren’t the only one. But, like I said, I might be able to help.”

“How-” an ill-timed hiccup interrupted you, “How could you help?”

“Well, if you really hate it here-”

“I do- it’s not fair. They just think I’m bad all the time. I can’t do anything right.”

There was a flicker of something in his face, but he still hesitated for a second before placing his hand over yours on the bedspread, “We could leave.”

You sniffled, “I thought you weren’t allowed to leave.”

“I’m not allowed, but I could, if I really wanted. With magic. We could go anywhere.”

“T-together?” His cheeks flushed, but he nodded. “Where would we go?”

“Where do you want to go?”

A few weeks ago, you would have said you wanted to go home. Or a few months ago, you would’ve wanted to go to France or Italy. But right now, all you really wanted was to be out in the living room with your daddies. And you knew there was a small part of you that wanted to leave because you knew you should want to go, but the idea of never coming back didn’t sound so good anymore.

“I don’t know if I wanna leave.”

“I thought you hated it here?” Loki kept his tone even, but he almost sounded disappointed.

“I-” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say. “I was mad. I want it to be different, but I don’t think I want to leave.” He nodded and you squinted at him, “Did you know I would say that when you asked me?”

He half-smiled, “Obviously.”

You sent him a pensive glance, "Are you gonna leave?" You didn't want your friend to go.

He shook his head, "No, I don't mind it here so much."

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door. Loki waved a hasty goodbye, but before he could disappear, you pulled him into a hasty hug, murmuring softly, “Thank you.”

Then he was gone as Steve spoke through the door, “Can I come in, angel?”

You tried to keep your tone even, if a little sulky, “Yes.”

Steve peeked inside, “Can you come out here a minute, sweetheart? We wanna talk to you.” You stared at him, but didn’t say anything. You may not want to leave, but you were still mad at them. “Please?”

Reluctantly, you stood, shuffling toward the door. Steve took your hand and before you could protest, he’d hoisted you off the floor and onto his hip. “C’mon, we’re gonna get everything all fixed up.” He rubbed your thigh reassuringly and you took solace in the fact that he’d at least missed your conversation with Loki.

Back in the living room, Bucky was exactly where you’d left him on the couch, like he hadn’t moved since you’d been gone. Steve sat you down next to Bucky and took his seat on your other side, but you avoided looking at them.

Steve tipped your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, “Do you have something you wanna say to us?”

“No,” you mumbled.

“You sure about that?” Bucky asked, his tone laced with a warning. You looked to him; Bucky hadn’t been this cold to you since your first night.

You jutted your chin, turning back away from him, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, Papa.” You added his title if only for the purpose of letting Bucky know the apology wasn’t for him.

“Little lady-”

Steve smoothly spoke over Bucky’s warning tone, “We need to apologize too, sweets. We talked about it and-” he glanced at Bucky like he was waiting for him to chime in. When he didn’t, Steve stifled a sigh and continued, “We thought that you might be right.”

Your eyes went wide, “Really?”

He smiled a little, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, “It’s normal for you to have questions- we should have given you the chance to ask them to us. And we regret that Peter got upset because we didn’t give you something you needed, but that doesn’t mean you did something wrong. Do you understand?”

“So, ‘m not in trouble?”

He shook his head, “No, you’re not in trouble. But I do think we should do something nice for Peter and Tony, to say we’re sorry.”

“We can make them cookies! Or we could get him a present. Or-” you wrinkled your nose, “We could clean Peter’s room for him.”

Steve chuckled, “I think cookies are a great idea, angel.”

You got up on your knees so you could shuffle into Steve’s lap, wrapping your arms around his middle, “Thank you, Papa.” And you meant it; the relief you felt at not having to go back to time-out was overwhelming.

“You should say thank you to Daddy too,” he murmured low.

“I heard that,” Bucky sulked. “Supersoldier hearing, remember?”

Steve’s chest rumbled in a laugh, “I remember, Buck.” He patted your back and you hesitantly climbed off his lap and turned around. You were giddy with excitement at having won an argument, but it still seemed like Bucky was mad at you.

You avoided his eyes, “Thank you, Daddy.” You paused, your gaze flicking up to his for just a second, “Sorry for being bratty.”

He opened an arm to you and you clamored into his grasp, “It’s okay, doll. You don’t really hate it here, do you?”

A rare hint of insecurity slipped out in Bucky’s tone, but Steve spoke before you could, “Nah, she doesn’t.” He sounded so sure that you glanced back, but there was only a faint smile on his lips.

You settled in Bucky's lap and he patted your knee, "Alright doll, if you've got questions, now's the time to ask them."

You felt a little shy, but you did have questions, "Why did you pick me?" You toyed with your fingers in your lap, "Lots of girls would wanna be your baby- they wouldn't've been bad like me."

Steve smiled, "I knew the first time I saw you, angel. You were delivering food at Avengers Tower and you caught my eye from across the lobby."

"He told me all about it later," Bucky chuckled. "The restaurant had forgotten someone's fries and you offered to go back and get them even though you wouldn't have gotten paid for it."

"You felt so bad and it wasn't even your fault." Steve rubbed the back of his neck guiltily, "I got your information from the receptionist who put that order in. I wanted to know more about you. So I kept an eye on you for a little while."

Bucky grinned, "He came home every day with a new story about how you were kind to someone, or went out of your way to help a friend. He said all he ever saw was you taking care of everyone else."

Steve brushed his thumb over your ankle, "You deserved to have someone take care of you too. And I wanted that to be us."

You chewed your lip while you thought about that, "Do my friends miss me?"

"I'm sure they do, doll, but they didn't give you what you needed. And they'll be okay, I promise." Bucky kissed the top of your head.

You felt a little guilty, "But what if they think somethin' bad happened?"

"If you really want, we can write them a letter. We can tell them that you're safe and happy, how does that sound?" Steve offered.

You sniffled, blinking back the tears that had begun pooling in your eyes, "Really?"

Steve nodded, "Sure thing, sweetheart. I'll mail it myself."

You nodded faintly, "Okay." You bit your lip, "If I think of more questions later, can I still ask?"

"Of course you can, doll. But just to me and Papa, okay?

"Uh-huh," you agreed, looping your arms through Bucky's metal one. It was harder than you expected to talk about this stuff.

"There’s one more thing we need to discuss,” Steve said softly.

"What is it?"

"We don't want you to be afraid of us," Steve prefaced.

"And we thought it might be appropriate to-" Bucky paused, "Lower the intensity of your punishments, after the last few weeks."

Steve nodded, "We feel like you've been settling in here well and we don't feel like we need such long time-outs to make our point."

Bucky added quickly before you could brighten too much, "But, that doesn't mean we're gonna put up with bad behavior. If we feel like the new punishments aren't working, we can always go back, so you still need to behave."

You nodded, even the small condition seeming like a vast improvement, "So, no more time-out?"

"There will still be time-out," Steve explained. "But they'll be much shorter. Or we'll take away screen time, give you an early bedtime-"

"In your own room," Bucky added.

"But hopefully we don't have to do any of that, because you're a good girl," Steve prompted.

You nodded, "I can be good."

They shared a smile and Bucky kissed the top of your head, "There's our girl."

#daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little!reader #little!reader #dark!daddy!stucky #soft!dark!daddy!stucky #soft!daddy!stucky #soft!daddy!stucky x little!reader #their girl

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Caught

18+ Denki x fem!reader x Bakugo

This idea came to me and absolutely refused to leave. Loosely based on this post from my RP blog.

This fic and this blog are 18+, MINORS DNI

Warnings: fem!reader, dub con (Bakugo doesn’t realize what he’s walking into at first and y/n expresses discomfort at being caught but doesn’t feel the need to use her and Denki’s safe word), brief explicit discussion of safe word, phone sex, dirty talk, sex toy use, public/semi-public sex, exhibitionism, brief embarrassment, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bakugo, switch!Denki, squirting, edging, sir kink, lots of praise, threesome (Bakugo and reader present, Denki over the phone), very mild degradation if you squint, only limited aftercare

General Masterlist Kofi

When you bought Denki his Valentine’s Day present this year, you really didn’t think this is what he’d use it for.

He’d loved having you wear vibrating panties around your shared apartment so much, a vibrator that he could control seemed like a logical next step. When you sprang for the more expensive app-controlled version you’d thought he’d like it for those long days when he’s out of town for missions.

You never expected this.

This is just downright mean.

“Turn up the vibrating panties again,” Denki commands through the bluetooth earphones you’re wearing.

“B-but baby I-“

Your whimpered words are cut off by the vibrator lodged inside you jolting up another level and a whine leaving your lips.

“Not but’s baby. Turn them up and then send me a picture of the remote to prove you have.”

He’s enjoying this way too much, sitting comfortably in the privacy of your home, probably on the couch with a sick grin on his face; meanwhile, you’re bumbling around his as of now empty agency, rifling through his mess of an office for some file he had forgotten, turned on beyond belief by the vibrations on your sensitive clit and in your dripping cunt, but paranoid that at any moment someone could walk in and find you.

You fumble for the remote on the desk, obediently ticking the number up from a 5 to a 6 as you wish not for the first time since arriving that the short little skirt Denki had chosen for you to wear had pockets. You snap a quick photo of the remote and send it on to your boyfriend, who chuckles but doesn’t turn down the vibrator buried inside you at all.

“Good girl,” he purrs.

You want to punch him in his stupid face.

Your legs are starting to quiver, your breath coming in little pants as you hover close to the edge of pleasure. The filthy words Denki spews in your ear don’t help. He tells you how much he wishes he were there to grope your tits through the tank top you’re wearing, to free them from the cups of your bra so he could play with your nipples.

“You could do that right now if you let me come home,” you point out breathlessly.

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?”

Another five minutes that feel like a century go by of searching fruitlessly. Every time you think you may have found it and send a photo to Denki, he alerts you that he’s actually looking for a different file. You’re just about to snap at your boyfriend about his organizational skills when suddenly a loud shout of your name brings your attention from the desk to the office doorway, where a very confused Bakugo is leaning against the door frame with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Bakugo?” you stammer, trying not to let your voice squeak.

You hear Denki mutter an “oh shit” down the line but you’re too focused on trying not to give away what’s currently happening to the new arrival. Can he hear the vibrations from where he’s standing? The models torturing you right now had bragged about their discretion but who knows.

“I’ve been trying to call your name,” Bakugo huffs, although you’ve been friends with him long enough to recognize the concern in his voice.

“Yea, uh, sorry. On the phone with Denki,” you reply, pointing at your ears dumbly.

You reach with one hand, swiping the remote off the desk as subtly as possible before hiding it behind your back. Bakugo thankfully doesn’t notice but it’s only because he’s too busy studying your face.

“What are you doing here?” he questions.

“Getting a file for Denki but, uh, y‘know how he is. Place is a mess so I can’t find it for shit,” you chuckle, trying to hide how desperately you’d like for him to leave.

“Turn up the panties again,” Denki commands.

“Absolutely fucking not,” you huff.

“What?” Bakugo asks.

“Sorry, Denki’s being Denki,” you chuckle nervously but you immediately regret it.

The vibrator lodged inside you immediately jumps up several levels in intensity and you can’t hold back the whimper that crawls out of your throat. You teeter close to the edge of orgasm, way too close considering Bakugo is right there and now shifting in the doorway as if to move towards you.

“I said turn it up. Two levels this time,” Denki repeats unsympathetically, voice filled with mischief and husky with arousal.

You’re quick to obey, not wanting to be punished again, but your vision is going white at the edges as you try desperately hard to hold back your orgasm. Your entire body feels hot, with arousal and embarrassment as you realize how close you are to cumming shamelessly in front of one of your and your boyfriend’s best friends.

“Shit, are you sick? You’re fucking sweating,” Bakugo growls as he starts to close the distance between you both.

You bite down hard on your lip, not daring to open your mouth for fear of what will come out if you do. Your legs tremble, you’re not sure you can stop the tight coil of arousal in your gut from snapping for much longer, and Bakugo misinterprets your weak limbs as further proof that you’re somehow ill. He steps into your space, one hand landing on your waist to support your weight while the other comes to rest on your forehead to check for a fever. Your hands come up to push him away but Denki has always had the worst timing and chooses that exact moment to turn up the vibe again.

There’s absolutely nothing you can do. Instead of pushing Bakugo away, your hands clutch the fabric of his shirt in a death grip as you cry out in ecstasy. Clear fluid gushes from your cunt, soaking your panties and splattering to the floor as you cum almost violently after walking the line for so long. Bakugo’s eyes widen in surprise, a quiet “what the fuck” slipping from his lips as he watches you fall apart in his grasp, the hand on your forehead dropping to your other hip so he can hold you steady.

When your orgasm passes there’s a quiet moment as you and Bakugo both try to process what just happened. Your legs are practically jelly and Bakugo at least has the thought to shift you so you’re leaning against Denki’s desk. The vibrator inside of you mercifully stills and you’re quick to hit the power button on the remote still clutched in one of your hands so the panties turn off too before chucking the remote onto the desk. As the last of your pleasure leaves you, mortification floods in to replace it.

“Did you just-“ Bakugo asks and all you can do is nod shamefully.

“I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear right now baby, but fuck that was hot,” Denki groans.

“Shut up,” you huff, causing Bakugo to quirk an eyebrow at you.

He wordlessly takes one of the earphones from your ear and puts it in his own instead and you fully expect him to chew you and Denki out, to call you both perverts and declare he wants nothing more to do with you both. It turns out that Bakugo is full of surprises.

“Jesus Christ Pikachu, you kinky fuck,” he growls, shaking his head.

“In my defense, I didn’t think anyone was going to be in the office tonight,” Denki defends.

“You were wrong.”

“Yea, obviously.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper as guilty tears start to sting your eyes, and immediately Bakugo’s eyes cut to yours.

“Shit, baby don’t cry it’s ok. This is on me, right Bakubro?”

Bakugo brings his hands from your hips to your cheeks, stroking over them gently in a way you didn’t even think him capable of.

“Listen to the dumbass, no one is blaming you. You couldn’t help it, could you?” Bakugo practically coos.

You shake your head.

“Of course not, you were just trying to be a good girl for that idiot phone charger, right?”

You and Denki both suck in shocked breaths as the sympathetic look on Bakugo’s face goes smug. You nod as arousal starts to climb up your spine again. One of Bakugo’s hands moves to the hem of your skirt, his eyes never leaving yours although his question is directed at Denki.

“What are you guys’ safe words?”

“We, uh, we use the stoplight system,” Denki stutters out.

“Color?” he asks.

“Green,” you breathe, surprising yourself a little.

“What about you idiot?”

“Green, fucking green dude, shit.”

Bakugo chuckles at Denki’s enthusiasm as he lifts the front of your skirt to take stock of the mess you’ve made.

“You’ve made quite the mess of your panties, haven’t you?” Bakugo chuckles, bringing his other hand down from your face to brush a knuckle against your clit through your ruined panties.

“How much of a mess?” Denki asks breathlessly, the rustling of fabric loud in your ears indicating that he must be freeing himself from the confines of his pants.

“You made her fucking squirt,” Bakugo chuckles as he starts to pull your skirt and then your underwear down your thighs to land on the floor, “all over some cheap ass vibrating panties?”

You shake your head and Denki corroborates your story.

“She’s got a vibe inside her too,” he admits.

“I only see one remote here.”

“Because I’m controlling it from my phone.”

As if to prove his point, Denki turns the vibrator back on, making you whine as your head drops back.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, Pikachu,” Bakugo murmurs appreciatively as he watches your body shake and shiver.

“Play with her tits, her nipples are always sensitive after she cums,” Denki pants.

Bakugo wastes no time yanking your tank top and bra down to expose your hardened nipples, tweaking one of them and cursing when you whine again, hips instinctively jerking in search of friction.

“Shit, love the noises you make baby, already got me so close,” Denki pants but Bakugo is having none of it.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he growls, sending shivers down your and Denki’s spines.

“Why not?” your boyfriend whines.

“You weren’t very nice to your sweet, little girlfriend were you?”

“No…”

“Then sounds like you don’t deserve to cum do you?”

“No…”

“No what?”

“No sir.”

Hearing Denki submit so easily to Bakugo makes your blood boil, breath growing harsher as arousal courses through your veins.

“Be a good boy and I’ll let you cum after Princess does. In the meantime you better keep stroking that cock of yours.”

“Yes sir.”

With Denki’s orders more or less solidified, Bakugo’s focus returns to you and the way you’re already melting into a puddle.

“Now what should I do with you Princess, hm? You like that pretty little vibe inside you? Like knowing your boyfriend still controls you but I control him?”

You nod frantically.

“Ah, ah, ah. Use your words.”

“I like it. Like it so much,” you whimper.

“Good girl. Pikachu reward our good, little princess and turn up the vibrator.”

You gasp, hands gripping the desk so hard you’re surprised the metal doesn’t creak as you feel the vibrations radiating from inside you kick up another notch.

“Does my good girl, wanna cum?”

“Yes! Please, wanna cum so bad. Need it, Bakugo please.”

“Katsuki,” your friend gently corrects.

“Katsuki,” you sigh, and Bakugo doesn’t think he realized just how much he’d love the sound of his first name on your lips until this moment.

“Katsuki please let me cum.”

“Hold on for me just a little longer,” he tells you, moving a hand to your clit and rubbing harsh circles there.

You start to babble, mindless pleas to be allowed your release. You’re not even fully sure what you’re saying but your boyfriend’s voice soon joins yours.

“Fuck dude she sounds so hot, I can’t. Wanna cum so fucking bad, I’m at my fucking limit. Let us cum, please, please, please, she’s been so good. At least let her cum, let my good baby girl cum,” he whines and it makes it so much harder for you to hold back your own release and Bakugo knows he has you both wrapped so tightly around his finger. It makes his painfully hard cock twitch in his pants as he listens to both of you babble and whine so wonderfully together, all for him. He leaves you in suspense just a little longer but then finally gives the command you’ve been waiting for.

“You can go ahead and cum Princess.”

Your reaction is immediate, once again gushing all over the floor of Denki’s office as your orgasm punches through you. Katsuki and Denki both coo praise in your ear as you sob both their names one after the other after the other like a mantra. Through the whole thing Katsuki continues stroking your clit, not relenting until you’re spent and your legs give out beneath you. He catches you easily, bringing you forward so your weight rests against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and stroking soothing circles into your back.

“Good girl, did so well. Just relax against me now sweetheart. Denki’s gonna turn the vibe off,” he purrs.

You nod, letting yourself melt against him as on the other side of town Denki obeys. You might’ve fallen asleep if not for a very frustrated whine from your boyfriend.

“Guys I’m dying over here.”

“You know how to ask,” Katsuki chides.

“Can I please cum sir?” Denki replies immediately.

Katsuki pinches your side to draw your attention, making you remove your face from where it had been buried in his neck to peer up at him. He raises one of his eyebrows in silent question and you nod back before returning your face to the crook of his neck.

“Yea, go ahead and cum.”

Denki’s reaction is just as immediate as yours was as he spills over his hand with a loud groan. Silence truly descends then and you expected it to be awkward but it’s not. Your skirt and panties are ruined, caught in the crossfire from their position on the floor, but Bakugo offers to grab spare sweatpants he keeps in the locker room for you to wear home, giving you back the earphone he’d stolen before leaving to do just that. You bite your lip debating for a moment whether you should speak up but your boyfriend ends up beating you to the punch.

“Hey babe?”

“Yea?”

“Did Bakugo finish?”

“Nope.”

A long pause.

“It would probably be rude of us not to help him out right?”

“Mhmm, super rude.”

“We can’t leave our good buddy hanging. That would make us bad friends.”

“The worst.”

“So we’re in agreement?”

“Yea.”

“Ok cool, I’ll see you soon.”

Bakugo returns just as you’re hanging up the phone and putting away the earphones, handing you the sweats.

“Thanks Katsuki,” you smile, gratefully accepting them and slipping them on.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll, uh, let you head home.”

“Actually, Denki and I were thinking… Want to swing by our place?”

Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever said yes to something so quickly in his life.

A/N: This should be obvious but I’m gonna say it just in case. DO NOT do this irl 💀 no one should be included in a sexual scene without prior consent and a new person shouldn’t be added to a scene without the already involved parties’ prior consent. That being said I hope y’all enjoyed this

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Smile for Me (Part 6 - Final) Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli never smiled at you the way that he smiled at his memories of Guizhong. Thinking that the only way Zhongli would ever be happy is for Guizhong to come back again, you secretly set off on a journey to bring her back to life. But it comes with a price: Your life. Warnings: kind of short and simple, dont be disappointed. There’s only slight fluff. Zhongli being slightly jealous and protective tho so... MAY NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE, not proofread. Notes: Final one. Thank you for coming along on this journey. Time to start the next one XD It’s a little short, but

Other Chapters: Shortfic Smile for Me (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

“Yes, Baizhu said that he needed help with collecting Qingxin flowers,”

You continued to busy yourself with making tea, not noticing that Zhongli tenses up, his eyes now hovering on you. He’s silent and doesn’t quite know what to say. A few minutes pass, the only sound was the clinking of tea cups and the sloshing pour of tea into it. “...Zhongli?” You call out when you realize he hasn’t said a thing about your errands today.

“I heard you, dear,” You turn to look at the expression on his face. It’s stiff and unreadable, meaning that he had something on his mind. “Did I say something wrong?” you manage to ask, taking the tray of tea into your hands and transferring it to the work table he and you used.

Zhongli’s eyes avert away from yours, a rare sight. He must be thinking hard on something. “...Do you remember the last time you told me you had an errand to run for Baizhu?” You blink, your memory had never been good. “...Not...particularly,”

He holds a sigh back and lazily places his head on his fisted up hand. “...You went to that tree and disappeared for days,” Your smile turns into a forced one and it was your turn to avert your gaze in shame, nervously laughing. “Ah...Yeah...Bad judgement on my part, but that was long ago. I promise it won’t happen again,”

“I’m aware...” Zhongli starts, using a hand to lift your face up from its downtrodden gaze, “...but it wouldn’t hurt for me to accompany you,” that’s how you know that there’s still an inkling of worry in him about that incident. You didn’t refuse, so that afternoon, the two of you side by side approach Bubu Pharmacy. Baizhu had been waiting at the entrance.

“Oh, Mister Zhongli, what a nice surprise,” Zhongli throws a smile at the other man, “Indeed. I’m merely accompanying Y/N, for today,” Baizhu nods and gives you the exact amount of Qingxin flowers he needs, along with a few other herbs and flowers. “...and that would be all...perhaps you’d be interested in having dinner today, as a reward and thanks?”

Zhongli’s eyebrows perk up at Baizhu’s invitation to you. Well, the ex-Archon had chosen to go with you in case anything happened, but Zhongli didn’t anticipate this kind of scenario. He unconsciously crosses his arms over his chest and waits for your response. He was aware that not a lot of people knew about the growing relationship between the two of you. You were rarely seen outside together, and if you were, there wouldn’t be any hints that the two of you were romantically involved. Public display of affection was not that common between the two of you.

You smile a little, knowing that Zhongli had stiffened up behind you. “I apologize Sir Baizhu, but Zhongli and I had dinner plans already,” Zhongli tries not to smile at the perfect rejection you had dished out, but Baizhu doesn’t seem to understand the message. “Oh, then perhaps tomorrow?”

Zhongli could not hold back the chuckle that erupted from his lips. Persistent, he thinks. Baizhu is surprised when he speaks up, “Tomorrow would be fine sir Baizhu, Y/N is excellent at using the local herbs and animals in her feasts. You’d be welcome to join us,” he pauses here, possibly to let his words sink in, “at our humble abode,”

Baizhu looks as if the snake around his neck had bitten him. “O-oh, the two of you are--?” You secretly bite the inside of your lip. Zhongli had such ways to be stern yet long-winded at the same time. Unlike your straightforward rejection, his way, without even directly saying anything, seemed comparable to a slap in the face. And yet he did it with such calmness and humility.

Baizhu seemed to have gotten back to his senses and waves with a sheepish smile. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” and moments later you and Zhongli were on the way to the mountains to pick some Qingxin flowers. You laugh a little behind your hand. Zhongli knows well what you’re laughing about but he gives you his best exasperated face. “It seems that I have more worries than you just disappearing, I didn’t imagine that I had to fend off potential suitors,”

“Not to worry Zhongli, it doesn’t happen often, and my dinners are always reserved for you,” He makes a sound of understanding, in the next moment his hand finds the small of your back as the two of you walk and he turns his head towards you.

Your mouth slightly parts at the sight of his smile, so charming and bright and gentle. Like a magical golden cloud floating in the air. This smile, is a smile that lives in the present, not one that lingered in the past.

This smile, was for you, and only you. A smile that conveyed and repeatedly convinced you of his loyalty and sincerity.

He leans in sideways to capture your lips in a rare show of public affection. The kiss was far too brief as you slightly chase after his lips when he parts from you. “Thank you, dear,” and his hand stays on your back as you walk.

He was not a very vocal person, but he had always managed to make you feel loved at every juncture and every turn.

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from-a-reckless-writer · 3 years

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RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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The 5 Senses of Longing

This fic is a gift for @stanforderadean as part of my gift exchange celebration!

Also posted on ao3.

Word Count: 7,463 (Continued under the Read More)

Dean rapped his knuckles on the wood door, pausing for a second before nudging it open with his shoulder. Cas was lying on the bed in his room, propped up against the headboard with a book in his lap, and Dean was once again hit with the startling recollection that Cas actually needed to sleep now that he didn’t have his Grace. Somehow it was endearing to see Cas this way; curled up under the covers and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

But wasn't that the point of this? The whole reason Dean had come knocking on Cas' door in the first place. Because Cas had been without his powers for months now, and also because they were in a lull with finding Metatron and killing Abbadon. What they needed was a little break. And even though they were dealing with more shit than ever before, Dean yearned to slow things down around them for just a couple of days to show Cas some of the good things about being human.

Dean had been the one to suggest the idea casually to Sam, and with Ezekiel healing him slowly, it was best for Sam to stay at the Bunker and rest. Which gave Dean the perfect opportunity. Now the only thing to do was to bring the idea to Cas.

“Hey, buddy,” Dean said, hovering in the doorway. “Mind if I come in?”

Cas smiled, lowering his book and closing it with a quiet thump. “Not at all,” he said, gesturing for Dean to enter the room. “Did something happen?” he asked, smile shifting into something more alert as he pushed himself further up in the bed.

“No, no, nothing happened,” Dean quickly reassured, taking a couple steps closer before hesitating at the foot of the bed. Should he sit on the bed? Should he pull up a chair? Should he just stand there? Why was he overthinking this? God, he really needed to get these bubbling feelings under control before he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn’t. “I was uh. Actually wondering if you were busy?”

Cas blinked a couple times, tilting his head and squinting up at Dean in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I thought we could go on a little road trip. Just you and me for a couple of days. Wanted to show you a few things now that you’re sorta human,” Dean said.

“A road trip? Don’t we do that all the time?” Cas asked.

Dean grinned, nudging Cas’ leg with his knee as he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed. “Well, yeah. But this isn’t gonna be a road trip for a case. There’s a couple of spots around here that you’ve got to experience. Sights and smells you haven’t seen yet. Oh, and the best stack of pancakes you’ll ever eat. You’ve just gotta trust me.”

Something soft and affectionate sparked through Cas’ eyes before he nodded. “Best pancakes I’ll ever eat? Is that so?” he teased.

All the nerves that had been lurching in Dean’s stomach settled all at once, and he shoved at Cas’ leg again. Yeah. This he could do. Their usual playful antics that he enjoyed so much. He didn’t need to think about that little spark that was twining around his heart at the way Cas had just smiled at him.

“Just you wait. Now that you’ve got taste buds, I’m gonna make you try every single food I can get my hands on. I will find every single thing you enjoy eating, mark my words,” Dean said lightly, hauling himself up from the bed. “Twenty minutes. Get your ass moving and meet me at the car.”

Cas laughed, free and happy, and Dean’s heart lurched in his chest. Oh, he was going to do everything he could over the next two days just to hear that sound again.

Dean had just reached the door when Cas called out to him.

“Hey, Dean?”

Dean turned, hand on the doorknob as he looked back at Cas. “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Cas said, smiling so warmly that it made Dean feel momentarily weak in the knees. Oh God. If Cas kept smiling at him like that, Dean was going to do something he regretted, like kiss Cas stupid until he could feel that smile against his own lips.

“Yeah, of course. Twenty minutes. Don’t be late,” Dean said, flashing Cas a quick smile before bolting from the room; the door snapping shut behind him as he escaped to the safety of his own room.

Pressing his back into his bedroom door, Dean heaved in a deep breath; closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands over his face. This idea was either the best thing he’d ever come up with... or it was going to be the death of him. Maybe he’d be able to get over this stupid fluttering feeling in his chest. Or maybe, just maybe, that feeling was going to explode until it consumed him whole.

"Where are we going first?" Cas asked, sliding into the passenger seat exactly nineteen minutes later.

A minute early, Dean noted. Was that deliberate? Was it accidental? Dean couldn't possibly be overthinking one teeny tiny little minute, could he?

"Pancakes, obviously. Unless you're suddenly going to turn your nose up at chocolate," Dean said, darting his eyes over to Cas as they pulled out of the Bunker onto the main dirt road winding through the woods.

"Chocolate?" Cas repeated, turning in his seat until he'd angled his body towards Dean. The smile that crept across his lips was so dazzling that Dean had to suck in a sharp breath and force his eyes on the road. "I love chocolate."

Huffing out a laugh, Dean clicked on the music and Zeppelin softly filled the air. "Oh really? I never would've known." Shifting onto the main road, Dean grinned at Cas. "I definitely didn't see you eat 3 chocolate bars yesterday."

Cas pretended to be shocked, gasping at Dean even though his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "That certainly wasn't me. Sam framed me."

The laughter bubbled up from Dean’s chest, and he couldn't stop himself from knocking his hand against Cas' knee. "You're a menace. You and your sudden sweet tooth."

"I don't see you complaining that hard. Considering now you have someone to eat chocolate pancakes with."

The breath caught in Dean's throat; such simple words hitting like a wave against his chest. Keeping his focus on the road, he quickly darted his gaze over at Cas from the corner of his eye. Cas had tucked himself against the door, with his body still tilted towards Dean. There was a soft expression on his face; a smile that lit up his eyes with his nose crinkled adorably.

Oh God, this feeling really was going to consume Dean.

Shifting the conversation towards topics that wouldn’t make Dean’s heart ache in his chest, the hour-long drive slipped by in a blur. The diner soon loomed on the horizon, and it was so easy to keep talking about blueberries vs bananas as Dean guided the Impala into a parking spot.

“Doesn’t it depend on what you’re putting the fruit with?” Dean asked, holding the diner door open for Cas to walk through. “Besides, bananas can be baked into far more things than blueberries.”

Cas scrunched up his face, giving Dean a look that bordered on a pout. “You’re just saying that because you prefer bananas over blueberries.”

"I would never," Dean teased, before stepping up to the counter. "Table for two, please."

"Right this way," the hostess said, guiding them to a booth in the back of the diner.

As soon as they sat down, Cas moved to pick up a menu from the table, but Dean reached out from the other side of the booth and plucked it from Cas' hands. "Nope. No looking. You just gotta trust me on this one, yeah?"

"What if I don't like it?" Cas asked, raising an eyebrow even though he leaned back in his seat, conceding to Dean's statement of trust.

Tapping his fingers against the table, Dean tried not to linger on the way their fingertips had just barely brushed when he'd pulled the menu from Cas' grasp. "You will. Don't overthink it and have a little faith in me."

"I do. Trust you," Cas said, something in his tone slipping from playful to serious.

Dean shook his head, dispelling the heavier tone. He didn't want to think about Cas' unwavering trust and how most days he felt like he didn't deserve it. Right now, this moment was about showing Cas something more.

"Good. Because if you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you again," Dean joked, lightening the mood again.

"Never again? That's a long time to not talk to me because of some pancakes, Dean,” Cas laughed.

Just as Dean was about to throw another tease at Cas, a waiter appeared at their table with a smile and a notepad in his hand.

“Hi there, welcome to Mel’s. My name’s Hunter. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Actually, Hunter, we’re ready to order. Two coffees, one with cream and sugar and one with cream. And two short stacks of the rocky road pancakes, please.”

Hunter smiled, jotting down the order. “Well that was easy. I’ll get those coffees out to you both in just a few moments.”

“Thank you,” Cas said, as Hunter collected their menus and disappeared towards the kitchen. “You know how I like my coffee?”

Dean ducked his head, a sudden tinge burning his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Cream and two sugars. Like I said, you like things on the sweeter side,” Dean said, avoiding Cas’ gaze from the other side of the table.

“You’re very observant,” Cas pointed out.

Dean bit down on his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the words ‘I’m only observant when it comes to you.’ Instead, he threw on a cocky smirk and said, “That’s because I’m an excellent hunter.”

Rolling his eyes, Cas kicked Dean lightly under the table. “You’re not that good.”

Dean pretended to be offended, scrunching up one of the spare napkins and throwing it at Cas’ face. Cas laughed, bright and giddy, and Dean felt a weightless feeling in his chest. He spent the next 15 minutes doing anything and everything he could just to hear Cas laugh again and again.

By the time their pancakes and coffee arrived at the table, Cas’ cheeks were pink from laughter and Dean had never been more smitten. Cas made a little sound of shock as the pancakes were put in front of him; his eyes widening as he looked up at Dean in surprise.

Three massive chocolate pancakes covered the entire size of the plate. Topped with handfuls of marshmallows and almonds, along with a drizzle of chocolate syrup and cocoa powder, it was a chocolate overload.

“What do you think? Does it look sweet enough for you, angel?” Dean said, with a grin.

“Looks like Heaven,” Cas muttered, picking up his fork and taking a bite. Cas instantly groaned in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed happily. “Tastes like it, too.”

Dean wasn’t sure whether to laugh at Cas’ words or to dwell on the sound Cas had made when he tasted the pancakes, and it was all too much and not enough.

“You like it?” Dean asked, swallowing a mouthful of his own pancake and washing it down with a sip of coffee just so he could distract himself from the look of sheer bliss that was on Cas’ face.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” Cas said, dipping one of the mini marshmallows into the chocolate syrup with a grin.

This time Dean did laugh, nudging Cas’ leg under the table with his foot. “Don’t eat it too fast or you’ll give yourself hiccups.”

“That’s not a thing,” Cas said, chewing on another mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, Cas, it is,” Dean said, huffing out a breath and rolling his eyes fondly.

As if to prove his point, Cas started hiccuping a minute later. Dean raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘see, I told you,’ and Cas pouted.

“But it’s so-” he broke off to hiccup, “Good.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Dean said warmly. “Hold your breath for twenty seconds, and then eat a little slower. The pancake isn’t going anywhere.”

Cas gave Dean a sharp look. “Unless you-” he hiccuped again, “steal it from my plate before I can eat it.”

Okay, that was a fair point. Dean definitely had eaten from Cas’ plate before. But this time, he placed his hand on his heart as he said, “I won’t touch your pancakes, you have my word.”

Shoulders bouncing as Cas hiccuped again, Dean watched as Cas took in a deep breath and then held it. He internally counted as well, watching as Cas let the breath out twenty seconds later.

They both waited a beat, then two, and when no more hiccups came, Cas beamed at Dean. “It worked,” he said before moving to take another bite of chocolatey goodness.

They lapsed into comfortable silence as they ate, both of them enjoying their breakfast. Cas broke the moment a few minutes later to say, "I want to eat these pancakes every day for the rest of my life."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Dean grinned across the table at Cas. "I'm not sure if we can get out here every day. But we can make it a thing, if you want? Every Sunday that we're at home, you and I can drive down here for breakfast," Dean offered.

Cas nodded eagerly, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "I'd love that."

Something warm settled in Dean's veins; seeing Cas so happy and content over something as simple as a stack of pancakes. It was all Dean had wanted. To see Cas smile and to see him enjoy something Dean also liked.

Nodding firmly, decision made, Dean nudged Cas with his foot again. “Finish your pancakes. We’ve got more things to explore today.”

“Like what?” Cas asked, freezing with his fork inches from his lips. Dean had to force himself to look away before he stared at the way Cas’ lips wrapped around the fork.

“You’ll see. I’ll give you a couple options in the car and you can pick whichever one you want,” Dean said, biting down on his own fork just a little too roughly; the tang of metal vibrating along his tooth.

Cas pouted, pointing at Dean with the handle of his fork. “What if I want to know the options now?”

Miming zipping his lips closed, Dean smiled at the fond exasperation that Cas shot his way. The expression instantly melted into a smile again as Cas scooped more marshmallows onto his chocolate pancake.

“A new tradition,” Cas murmured, more to himself than Dean, but Dean heard the fondness in the words and his heart kicked up again in his chest.

God, Dean was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time. He genuinely cared about Cas enjoying things, and knowing he’d been able to make Cas smile was a damn good feeling.

By the time they made their way back to the Impala twenty minutes later, both full of chocolatey sweetness, Cas immediately tapped his fingers on Dean’s knee. “What are the options?”

Rolling his eyes, Dean nudged Baby into gear and pulled back out onto the road. “So impatient.”

“Shut up,” Cas huffed, his tone sharply contrasting the happy look on his face.

“Alright. Simple question. Don’t think too hard about it. Ready?”

Cas nodded.

“Aquarium or the zoo?”

Cas’ eyes sparkled bright blue in the late morning sunlight as he made his choice. “Aquarium.”

The afternoon sun crept through the Impala windows as they arrived at the aquarium in Kansas City a couple of hours later. Cas had spent the entire drive talking about the evolution of fish and their importance to the earth from creation until now.

It was entirely endearing, hearing Cas talk so animatedly. It made Dean want to pull over; to watch Cas talk as he hung on every word that slipped past Cas’ lips. Instead, he darted his eyes over to the passenger seat as often as he could, watching as Cas occasionally emphasized his point by gesturing with his hands.

Too cute.

Dean turned his eyes back to the road again.

As soon as they’d parked, Cas was out of the car and gravitating towards the entrance before Dean could even open his door. There was an excited gleam in Cas’ eyes, and Dean felt the electric pull as he allowed Cas to lead the way to the ticket booth.

“I wonder if they’ll have any seahorses. Did you know they’re the only animals where the male carries the eggs and undergoes the birthing process?” Cas asked as Dean purchased the tickets.

Dean hummed vaguely in answer, not wanting to take away from Cas’ enthusiasm by admitting he already knew that. “I’m sure they’ll have plenty of seahorses,” he said instead, watching Cas from the corner of his eye as the former angel beamed.

Stepping into the cool air conditioned building, Dean’s eyes caught the entrance sign that indicated which direction each exhibit was located and he nudged Cas towards it. “What do you want to see first?”

Cas’ gaze caught the very first line on the sign and he grinned. “There are sea turtles, Dean. A whole rescue center for them.” Something in Cas’ expression shifted from excited to fond in the blink of an eye; leaving Dean reeling at how expressive Cas was. “It’s nice. That there are people who try to conserve endangered species.”

Dean bumped his shoulder into Cas’, gently directing him towards the sea turtle exhibit. “See? Not all humans are terrible,” he joked.

“No. They’re not,” Cas said, the fondness morphing into something tender as his gaze locked with Dean’s. The moment felt blinding, and Dean had to tear his eyes away before he did something stupid like lean in and kiss Cas right in front of the exhibit.

Instead, Dean shifted the conversation into something lighter. Putting his hand out, he caught Cas’ shoulder and held him back mere feet from the turtles. When Cas gave him a questioning look, Dean moved to tap his nose with his finger. “Take a second. What do you smell?”

Cas tilted his head, sucking in a deep breath before raising an eyebrow at Dean. “Salt water.”

Dean nodded. “Part of the experience is the smell; the salt lingering in the air from the exhibits. Almost makes you feel like you’re right there by the ocean.”

Dean watched as Cas’ eyes fluttered shut as he took another long, slow breath. A little smile graced his lips, and the sight was so simplistic and yet so beautiful Dean momentarily lost his breath. Quickly sneaking out his phone, Dean took a picture; with the turtles in the background and Cas with his eyes closed in a peaceful bliss.

“I like it,” Cas said a moment later, eyes fluttering open as he looked over at Dean. “The atmosphere is peaceful.”

Nodding, Dean nudged Cas to start moving again. “I’m glad. Now let’s go see the turtles.”

Entering into the turtles rescue center, they walked up to one of the large tanks where several turtles gracefully swam by. Cas moved forward, gently pressing his palm to the glass. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“Do you want to sit and watch them? It looks like there might be someone coming to feed them if you want to stay for that?” Dean asked.

“I’d love to,” Cas said, letting Dean lead him to a bench just a couple of feet away.

They sat down together, watching as the turtles elegantly moved through the water. It was captivating and mesmerizing; both watching the turtles glide through the water, but also watching Cas watching the turtles.

“Tell me something. About turtles, I mean,” Dean said, bumping Cas’ knee with his own.

“Their species is 110 million years old,” Cas said wistfully, as if he were picturing the moment when sea turtles first came into existence. “They don’t have any teeth,” he said, nodding his head to the tank where several jellyfish and crabs were being fed to the turtles. “Their mouth is made of keratin, like your fingernails, which helps to break down the plants and small animals that they eat.”

“They really are elegant,” Dean said, pressing his shoe up against Cas’ and offering him a smile.

Cas nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between the turtles and Dean. “They were some of my favorite creatures made for the ocean.” Cas lapsed into silence for a few moments, his gaze caught on a cluster of turtles that swam up to the surface to take a breath.

Dean let the pause linger, but instead of watching the turtles, he spent his time watching Cas. He cataloged the serene expression on Cas’ face and committed it to memory. It was a pleased contentment that Dean wanted to see Cas experience over and over again.

After several minutes of watching the turtles swim around and waddle their way up onto a sandy ledge, Cas bumped their knees together. “What’s next?”

“You tell me,” Dean said. “What do you want to see?”

“Fish. Any fish,” he paused, “The fish from that movie you’ve talked about before.”

Dean laughed, tipping his head back and letting a bubbling feeling of happiness wrap around his heart. “You mean Finding Nemo?”

“That’s it. Show me fish from Finding Nemo,” Cas said, getting up from the bench and offering his hand to Dean.

Dean let his fingers wrap around Cas’ wrist as Cas pulled him to his feet, and a spark of longing cascaded down his spine. Before he could linger on the feeling for too long, Cas had let go and was moving towards the nearest sign with arrows to the major exhibits.

“It says fish exhibits are this way,” Cas said, already moving towards the tunnel he’d indicated. Except it wasn’t just a tunnel. A large tank wrapped around the walkway, giving a massive overhead view of several sharks and fishes as they stepped into the passage.

“Wow,” Cas breathed out, tilting his head back so he could watch as a blacktip shark swam over their heads. They paused in the corridor, watching as a school of fish darted overhead just seconds after the shark had passed. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Cas whispered.

There was something about Cas’ earnest awe that made Dean want to surprise him over and over again. “Do you like it?” Dean asked, stepping to the side as a family moved past them.

“I do,” Cas replied, happy and carefree.

And then they were moving again; past the sharks and into several rooms filled with tanks of colorful fish. From sea bass to minnows, and rockfish to flounders; they spent a vast amount of time looking at each exhibit of fish. Dean specifically found tanks filled with clownfish and blue tangs, explaining the plot of Finding Nemo even though he knew Cas already knew the movie.

The exhibits transitioned from fish into invertebrates and other sea creatures; crabs and lobsters, jellyfish and urchins, eels to octopi. Cas was fascinated by every animal they saw.

But Dean’s favorite part was the knowledge Cas shared. At every single exhibit, Dean pointed at a fish and asked, “Tell me something about this one.” And, without fail, Cas instantly told Dean a unique fact or detail about whichever animal Dean had pointed at. Dean stopped looking at the signs next to each tank, instead turning and asking Cas what each species was. No matter how many times Dean asked, Cas gave him the same beautifully fond smile as he detailed every fish they saw.

By the time they’d made their way through all of the tanks, Dean swore he could write and direct his own nature series on sea creatures with all the information Cas had shared.

“Alright, now we’ve seen the fish, are you ready for the best part of any aquarium trip?” Dean asked as they stepped back out into the main entryway of the building.

“There’s something better than seeing the fish?” Cas asked, tilting his head questioningly.

Dean chuckled, nudging Cas towards another corridor while deliberately blocking the signpost from view so that he could surprise Cas. “Oh, trust me, you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Guiding Cas past tanks of coral and kelp, they walked out into a large enclosure. People lingered around a massive pool in the center of the room; children screaming and giggling and the sounds of splashing water echoing around the walls.

“Welcome,” Dean said, gesturing widely with his arms, “To the interactive touchpool.”

“The what?” Cas asked, squinting at Dean in shock.

“Touchpool, Cas. It’s where you can actually put your hand in the water and touch the creatures. I thought you’d like to physically interact with some of the animals. If you want?”

Cas pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes flitting to the large pool before darting back to Dean in awe. “What animals are there?”

“Why don’t we go find out?” Dean said, guiding Cas to the sink area so they could both wash their hands before directing them to an open spot along the wall of the exhibit. Rolling his sleeve up, Dean motioned for Cas to do the same. Then he dipped his fingertips into the water, and watched as Cas copied his motions.

Reaching out, Dean’s fingers brushed over a sea star and he chuckled quietly. “C’mere,” he said, moving his hand through the water until he bumped against Cas. Linking their fingers together, Dean guided their joined hands down until Cas’ palm was pressed against the sea star.

“Oh.” Cas’ surprise hung in the air between them as he leaned his weight into Dean’s side. Pressed together against the rocky edge of the exhibit, Dean swore he never wanted to let go. But Cas deserved to experience what it felt like to touch these creatures. Loosening his hold on Cas’ wrist until he was just barely brushing their hands together, Dean felt Cas’ hand move slowly over the top of the sea star, as if he were memorizing every hard bump of the spines along its body. “It’s not what I expected, even though I know every molecule they’re made of. It feels… leathery,” Cas said, tilting his head carefully as he gently traced his fingers over the starfish for a second time.

Dean gave Cas another minute to interact with the sea star before he slipped his fingers across the back of Cas’ hand and carefully guided him again. “How does this feel?” he asked as he lowered Cas’ hand down gently towards an anemone.

Cas let out another little gasp, hand jerking back slightly at the texture before he touched it again. “Gelatinous. Like jello,” Cas said with a laugh, fingers tracing over the flower-like structure.

Shifting away slightly to put some space between them, Dean moved to pull his hand away, but Cas instantly followed him until he pressed their hands together again. Their fingers interlocked under the rippling water, and Dean felt his breath stutter out of his lungs.

“Show me something else,” Cas said, voice almost drowned out by the loud sounds all around them.

Pulling in a sharp breath, Dean kept their hands linked together as he took a step to the side; waiting for Cas to follow him. He watched carefully as the stingray moved along the floor of the exhibit, and as it approached them, he directed Cas’ hand down until his palm slid down the stingray's back.

“What does the stingray feel like?” Dean asked, words sticking in his throat as the overwhelming sensations sparked between them.

“Smooth. Almost sleek and silky,” Cas said, voice dropping into something breathy in awe. Cas’ hand lingered against the stingray, fingertips stroking over it’s skin before Dean shifted their joined hands down onto the bottom of the tank.

“Let it move over your hand,” Dean said, shifting his hold on Cas until he was gripping around Cas’ wrist.

The stingray rippled over Cas’ hand as it swam along the floor, and Cas let out a startled laugh. “It tickles,” he said, leaning his weight back into Dean again until his hip bumped against Dean’s. They remained that way for several long seconds as the stingray moved over Cas’ hand and continued on its way down the length of the pool.

Dean cast his eyes from the water up to Cas, and their gazes locked for a heart-pounding moment. An unspoken thing passed between them, and Cas momentarily flipped his hand until his palm brushed against Dean’s palm. There was a rush of water that moved around their hands at the motion, but Dean swore he could feel the heat from Cas’ hand radiating up into his.

Movement from a large gray fish broke Dean from the trace and he tipped Cas’ hand palm down again as the fish swam past.

“Fish,” Dean said.

“Sturgeon,” Cas clarified as his fingers grazed along the bony spines of its back until it’s whiskers tickled over the pads of his fingers. “It’s smooth because it doesn't have any scales, but also bony where the cartilage creates these projections.”

Nodding, Dean glided their hands through the water again until they brushed against the sharp roughness of coral.

“It’s different, right? Focusing all your senses on the way something feels,” Dean said quietly.

Cas nodded, letting Deans’ fingers slide into the gaps between his own again. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it,” Cas said, words whispered reverently between them. And then, said even more quietly, “I remember watching the evolution of these creatures; watching one of the fish climb onto the shore and another angel telling me not to step on that fish because there were big plans for it. I wish I’d known then.”

“Known what?” Dean asked, a sudden lump forming in his throat.

“How beautiful fish could be, and what it was truly like to see them and touch them,” Cas responded, letting Dean maneuver them as another stingray floated through the water right underneath their hands.

Dean tilted his head, watching the way Cas’ expressions shifted from amazement to surprise and delight.

“Do you want to stay here for a little while? We can see if there’s any other creatures on the other side of the pool that you can interact with?”

The smile that Cas gave him was so bright Dean swore it rivaled the sun. “I’d like that very much.”

Letting go of Cas’ hand and stepping away from the water felt like Dean had left a part of himself behind on the edge of the pool. But when they’d found a new spot on the opposite end of the exhibit, Cas’ hand instantly found Dean’s underwater.

They spent an hour at the touchpool interacting with the creatures, but Dean wasn’t paying attention to the animals anymore. All he could focus on was the way Cas’ hand fit perfectly with his own, and how Cas kept their fingers intertwined the entire time. Dean never wanted the moment to end; Cas pressed against him, babbling excitedly about how everything felt, as if they had all the time in the world to linger right there at the edge of the glistening water.

Dusk had fallen by the time they left the aquarium. Walking back to the car, Dean felt drunk on happiness with the tingling sensation of Cas’ fingers still lingering against his hand. Part of him wanted to reach out and grasp Cas’ hand again, but without the pretense of the water, Dean hesitated and the moment slipped by.

But the day had been good; better than anything Dean could’ve hoped for. In all the time he’d known Cas, Dean swore he’d never seen Cas laugh and smile so much.

By the time they climbed back into the Impala, Cas was hiding a yawn behind his hand, automatically dropping his head to rest against the door.

“I think that’s enough excitement for one day. Ready to find a motel and get some sleep?” Dean asked.

Cas’ tired eyes found Dean’s in the muted light from the streetlight above them, and he gave Dean a soft nod. Despite the exhaustion, Dean could still see the etches of happiness lingering in Cas’ expression. Something churned in Dean’s stomach at the sight and he reached out, resting his hand briefly on Cas’ knee with a gentle squeeze.

“Dean,” Cas said, voice infused with affection.

The tenderness was almost too much to bear, and Dean cast his eyes out to the road as they pulled out of the parking lot. “Sap,” he muttered back to Cas, catching the little fond smile on Cas’ face at the light teasing.

Once they were back on the road, Cas closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the door again. Dean noticed, and quickly he fumbled one handed to grab one of his spare jackets from the backseat. He nudged it into Cas’ lap, nodding his head towards the door. “Better to use a jacket as a pillow.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas murmured thickly, scrunching the jacket up and nestling it between his head and the door. Another surge of fondness surged up to wrap around Dean’s lungs, and he forced himself to focus on driving instead of watching Cas drift off to sleep with his head pillowed on his jacket.

It took almost half an hour of driving to find a motel that had any vacancy- why the last 3 were all full was a surprising feat that Dean had rarely encountered- and Dean was tempted to let Cas sleep the rest of the night tucked up in the passenger seat, but he knew from experience that it was more comfortable to drag his exhausted ass into a motel room than to get neck ache from sleeping against the car door. As softly as he could, Dean nudged Cas’ shoulder.

Cas’ eyes immediately fluttered open, Dean’s name on his lips as he catalogued their surroundings with sleepy blinks.

“Hey buddy. Are you ready to get out of the car and get some sleep in a bed?” Dean prompted, keeping his tone gentle in the peaceful darkness of the car.

“Yeah, okay,” Cas said, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

God. The sight was ridiculously cute. Dean’s heart kicked up against his chest, and he forced himself to open the door and step out into the cool night air before he reached out and brushed his hand through Cas’ messy hair. “I��ll go get us checked in.”

He waited until he saw Cas nod before he made his way to the front desk.

A young man looked up as the bell above the door dinged, and the smell of musty haze hit Dean as he stepped into the building.

“Single room with two queens, please,” Dean said, stepping up to the counter.

The man made a face, shaking his head as he dropped a key in front of Dean. “Sorry, dude. I’ve got one room left with one bed. There’s a convention in town and everywhere is booked for miles.”

Well shit. Dean cast his eyes outside to Cas, who was leaning against the hood of the Impala with his shoulders hunched as if he were barely keeping himself standing upright. They were both tired, and searching for another motel when there was a room here felt unnecessarily complicated. They could share a bed, right? It was just for one night. Cas wouldn’t mind, would he?

“Yeah, alright, we’ll take it,” Dean said, lungs suddenly constricting in his chest at the thought of lying inches away from Cas. “Thanks.” Picking up the key, Dean made his way back out to the Impala where Cas had stacked their bags on the curb by his feet.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing,” he said, bending down to grab his overnight bag. “They only had one room left with just one bed.”

“Okay,” Cas said, simple and easy. But was that… was that a smile? Why was Cas smiling about sharing a bed? Surely he wouldn’t want to be crammed up next to Dean after they’d spent all day in each other’s pockets. “I’m following you.”

Shaking his head, Dean hummed vaguely and followed the signs down to their room. Nudging open the door, Dean dumped his bag on the little table by the window. “You can go ahead and take a shower first if you want?”

Cas smiled, tired yet genuine. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, Dean gestured towards the bathroom. “Go for it. I’m just gonna check in on Sam and see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

Dean watched Cas disappear into the bathroom, and his chest ached as the yearning wrapped thickly around his lungs. God. Any hopes Dean had of this trip dampening his feelings had quickly flown out the window. The ache was even deeper now, and the thought of sharing a bed with Cas all night was more than Dean could handle.

Stepping back outside, Dean sucked in a sharp lungful of air. He really was in trouble now. Calling Sam didn’t seem to distract Dean at all; especially because Sam had nothing exciting to report other than the fact he’d been doing some inventory work around the bunker.

A cold shower would help to tamper down the yearning… well, it would’ve if Dean hadn’t seen Cas emerge from the bathroom in a soft pair of pajama pants and one of Dean’s old tshirts that he’d given to Cas a couple months ago.

Shit. Dean was well and truly smitten.

Cas tugged the blankets around himself as he curled up on the left side of the bed, and Dean felt his heart lurch in his chest. Soft. That was the best word he could find to describe how Cas looked. Hair still damp and flopped across his forehead with a faded maroon shirt highlighting Cas’ tan. The sleepy look in Cas’ eyes was enough to have Dean melting into the floor.

“I’ll be- uh, be right back,” Dean said, locking himself into the bathroom as his heart thundered against his ribs.

There was no escaping the feeling.

By the time Dean made his way back into the room, he expected Cas to be asleep. But instead he was propped up against the headboard and he smiled at Dean the second he saw him. Dean hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed, before pulling back the covers and climbing in on the other side.

Cas instantly shifted so he was facing Dean, offering him another tired smile. “Today was good. Really good,” he murmured quietly.

Dean felt himself relax into the mattress; tilting until he was lying face to face with Cas. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas replied. They lapsed into silence for a few moments before Cas admitted, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow in the faint light coming from the single lamp on Cas’ side of the bed, waiting for Cas to clarify what he meant.

“That the simple things in life could be so beautiful,” Cas said after a moment, as if he’d been looking for the right words to describe what he was feeling. “I don’t know what…” Cas paused, tilting his head until his cheek was pressed into the pillow. “I’ve never really known what happiness is. But I think this is what it looks like; what it feels like.”

The words hovered between them, heavy in their confession and yet light in their tone.

“You’re happy?” Dean whispered, barely able to get his voice to escape past his lips.

Cas smiled, gummy and soft, and it was the most beautiful smile Dean had ever seen. “Really, really happy,” Cas said, fingers tugging lightly at the blanket he’d wrapped himself in.

The words settled like honey in Dean’s veins, and he felt himself smile right back at Cas. God, why was he feeling so sappy and why did he want to do anything to keep that smile on Cas’ face?

“Wanna talk about plans for tomorrow? I’ve got another idea you might enjoy that’s on the way back home,” Dean said. The idea had wiggled its way into his head while he’d been brushing his teeth, and he had a feeling it would make Cas smile even more when he suggested it.

“Yeah?” Cas asked, echoing the same tone Dean had used just a couple minutes ago.

“Botanical garden. There’s one on the other side of Kansas City that’s famous for blooming flowers this time of year. I thought you might like to see some of the beauty of nature,” Dean said.

A smitten look crossed Cas’ face; his eyes softening into something extremely tender and affectionate. And then he was leaning across the pillow into Dean’s space. When their lips met, it was the softest brush Dean had ever felt in his life.

Cas pulled back with a little sigh of an exhale, and then dove back in to press their mouths together again. This kiss was even warmer and slower; Cas pressing his body against Dean and Dean wrapping his arms around Cas’ waist to coax him closer.

They broke the kiss with little gasps before closing the gap to kiss again. Cas’ nose brushed against Dean’s, nuzzling delicately, before his fingertips grazed along Dean’s jaw.

Dean’s heart ached in his chest as Cas peppered several quick butterfly pecks against his lips before lingering on the next kiss. Everything seemed to slow down around them, until all of Dean’s senses were overwhelmed with the touch and taste of Cas.

Somehow, Dean had always pictured that kissing Cas would be like an electrical storm; crackling and fizzling and bursting with desperation to make things deeper. But this… this was the most delicate and romantic kiss Dean had ever experienced in his life. Soft and simple; just gentle caresses of their lips melding together with little happy hums.

Cas tilted his head and Dean followed the movement, sliding his hand under the hem of Cas’ tshirt until he was tracing little patterns along Cas’ hip. Each kiss felt like Dean was going to melt into the mattress as Cas huffed a tiny breath against his cheek before kissing him again.

God.

It was so good Dean just couldn’t get enough.

When Cas pulled back with a stuttering breath, Dean chased him, free hand coming up to cup Cas’ cheek as he brushed their noses together again before seeking out Cas’ lips in another kiss.

Quiet little pleased sounds filled the air with the tickle of lips teasing against each other. Cas’ hands had found their way into Dean’s hair, and Dean had all but tugged Cas forwards until he was lying across Dean’s chest. Fast kisses morphed into slow tangible dances as their mouths learned what it felt like to be slotted together.

By the time Dean finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Cas’, he was absolutely breathless and his heart was milliseconds from catapulting out of his chest with how fast it was beating.

“What was that for?” Dean whispered, tracing his fingertips from Cas’ hip to the small of his back.

“Because you’re absolutely… Dean, you’re just… indescribable,” Cas murmured, lips ghosting over Dean’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day. You make me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire existence.”

Something in Dean’s chest burned warm and pleasant through his veins, lighting his heart on fire. This whole time, Cas had felt the same way he did. God. He’d have kissed Cas breathless over those chocolate pancakes had he known that Cas wanted it, too.

Cas tucked himself more comfortably against his side, and Dean looped his arms loosely around Cas’ back.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, breath tickling along Dean’s neck.

“Hm?” Dean hummed quietly.

“Kiss me again.”

This time it was just sleepy little brushes; lips ever-so-softly coming together in chaste touches as they kissed. When Cas pulled back, he muttered something about the botanical gardens and how happy he was. The words were muffled into the collar of Dean’s shirt, and Dean felt the shift as Cas drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When sleep finally caught up to Dean after he spent several long minutes committing this perfect day to his memory, it was with the taste of Cas still lingering against his lips and the feel of Cas’ body pressed against his own.

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'Tis But A Flesh Wound

Summary: reader comes back from a mission and they’re hurt so bucky helps them to clean up their injuries, and then they just like stare at each other, confess their feelings or sum, and then they fuck 😎, [also reader gets real sleepy and Bucky thought they were only into girls]. thanks to @h1ghtodeath for your help in brainstorming! A/N: I said I'd post today and it's (checks time) 11:55, so I've got 5 minutes to spare! Also this is what happens when I write when I'm sleepy! Reader is sleepy! WC: 2.1k of fluffy smex

CW: NSFW!! 18+!!; soft smut; mention of injury; you could argue slight somno if you really really wanted to?; k that's it.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Bucky says, one hand around you as he helps you into your bathroom.

“It’s fine, Bucky, really,” you say, trying to get him to let you walk on your own to no avail. He shakes his head.

“You look like shit, y/n,” he says bluntly with a hint of a smile.

“Thanks,” you reply with your own hint of a smile. He (in all his super-solider glory) picks you up and sets you on the counter, opening one of the cabinets after.

“Where do you keep your medical supplies?” he asks, closing that one and opening another cabinet.

“Bucky, I can take care of it myself,” you tell him, moving to get up and get them yourself.

“Nah-ah-ah, y/n, keep your cute little butt on the counter and tell me where they are,” he says firmly. You feel heat rising in your face and sit back down.

“In the bottom left one, middle shelf,” you sigh, feeling like a stupid middle-schooler for your blush. That’s just how Bucky is, he’s not flirting with you. Well, at least, he’s not flirting with you any more than he does every single human on the planet. It’s just Bucky. You shake your head, trying to stop blushing by the time he turns back to you. You must succeed, because he shows no sign of a reaction to it. He sets the supplies on the counter next to you, grabs a stool, and takes a seat in front of you.

“Alright, now, le’me see that leg,” he says. You put your leg up for him to see, and after a moment he wets a washcloth with water. You wince a little while he cleans it of dirt and debris, but when it comes to the alcohol, you flat-out hiss at the pain. He gives an apologetic but amused grin at the sound, hesitating for a moment but knowing it will be better for everyone if he just gets it over with. He packs it with ointment, covers it, and wraps your leg firmly, then looks up at you.

“How’s that feel?” he asks. You nod.

“It feels good. Thanks,” you say. He smiles and stands, not thinking about how his seating arrangement means when he stands, it’s between your legs and uncomfortably close. You look at him, finding him staring straight back.

“Sometimes I really wish you were into guys,” he sighs, then starts to back up.

“Wait, what? You think I don’t like guys?” you grab his arm, keeping him in place to make sure you get your answer.

“I mean, with your ogling over Natasha all the time, I just thought…” he reached up and scratched the back of his neck with the arm you weren’t holding onto.

“Everyone ogles over Natasha,” you point out. “Including you.” He smiles a bit at that. “But, wait, why do you wish I was into guy—oh,” oh, you halt yourself at the realization. “You couldn’t mean that you—” you turn red.

“That’s exactly what I mean, sweetheart,” he says, his cheeks turning a little red. You feel yourself heating up and hope he can’t notice. “But don’t worry, y/n, I know we’re just friends and all,” he says, and you shake your head, sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers with his own, smiling a little shakily.

“We don’t have to just be friends,” you say quietly with a squeeze.

“We don’t?”

“Nope,” you pop the P as you speak. “I like you, too. I just never thought you would like someone like me,” you shrug.

“Don’t say that,” he says, picking up your chin with his free hand. “You’re amazing just how you are. I promise,” he says, leaning in for a soft, gentle, timid kiss. After the momentary surprise wears off, you kiss him right back, closing your eyes and leaning into him. You squeeze each other’s hands tightly as his other arm finds its way to the small of your back. You bring yours up to rest on his chest as you both deepen the kiss. Soon both of you are using both hands to explore, still gentle and slow, neither of you going further than the other, kissing and touching and breathing against each other. It’s only when he starts to get hard that he pulls back with an apologetic grin.

“Bucky—“

“Don’t worry, y/n, I know you just got back from a mission. You’re exhausted. Not that I would expect for you to—“

“We’ll just take it easy then, huh?” you ask, pulling him back to you.

“Hey, hold on. You sure you want this?” he asks, his eyes searching yours methodically. You nod.

“Yes, Bucky, I do, please,” you grab onto his shirt tightly. He grins.

“Well, I can’t argue with that, sweetheart. But we’ll take it nice and slow,” he says, hands finding their way under you to lift you into his arms and take you to your bed. He sits down, you straddling his lap, and kisses you. You bury your face in his chest and begin rocking your hips against his crotch gently. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with another person, and this is already much better than humping your pillow (which never really gets you off anyways). You let out a soft, breathy moan into him and his hands come up to your waist, gently guiding your movements.

“Bucky…” you say gently.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he says, and you tug at the hem of his shirt. “Oh, I get it,” he says. “Want more now?” you nod and lean back to allow him to take off his shirt. You take the opportunity to get yours off as well, and while you’re admiring his chest and abs, he manages to get both of your pants off. Now you’re straddling him still, but the only thing between your dripping core and his very hard member is two thin layers of cotton. You feel yourself heating up again and look away. Once more, he tilts your chin up to look at him.

“None of that, love,” he says, kissing you gently. “Just keep doing what you were doing.” His hands find their way down to their hips and help you find your rhythm again. “That’s it,” he praises gently, groaning. Both of you are starting to breathe harder now, and the fabric between you is soaked through. Still, however thin and useless the barrier, it represents something. You keep grinding down on him, his grip on you growing tighter, both your sounds building, until finally he pulls back a bit and looks at you.

“You’re sure?” you ask one last time.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes,” you nod. Slowly, you both lift up and remove your underthings. You sit back onto his thighs a bit, looking down between you.

“Too big?” he smirks.

“Don’t think so,” you shake your head. “But it is big. And it’s been awhile since…” you trail off. He nods.

“Me too. Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he says. “Just tell me if you wanna stop or need something, okay?” he kisses your forehead and you nod in agreement. Slowly, he grips your hips again and guides you to hover just above him, then uses one hand to rub his tip against you. You flat-out whine at the sinsation ((an actual typo I made and then left in)), earning a chuckle. “You like that sweetheart?” he asks. You nod. “You ready to feel me filling you up?” he says in a low voice that makes you shiver. After another nod, he begins guiding you down, filling you slowly until you’re settled back down on his lap. Both of you sigh deeply in relief. “I hope you feel as good as I do, sweetheart, cuz holy fuck,” he whispers.

“You can say that again,” you agree with a breath of laughter. “Wanna move,” you say, squirming a little.

“Alright, darlin’, go ahead,” he says sweetly, and you begin to rock your hips again. His low, sinful groans fill your ears and only encourage you. He uses his hands on your hips to start to move you a little more up and down with your rocking motion, and oh god, it feels good. You let out a little whimper. “You’re a quiet one, huh?” he asks, no malice in his voice.

“Helps me focus on how good it feels,” you confirm his suspicion.

“Alright with me, darlin’,” he says. “Just makes every sound you make mean more,” he smirks. You laugh a little and nod.

Bucky, on the other hand, is far from quiet, but it’s not at all like some of the over-zealous, obviously fake sounds you’ve heard in porn or through walls. It’s genuine, low, husky grunts and moans that only serve to turn you on more. His vocalness is to him as your quietness is to you, and you revel in it, drinking every sound he makes.

He can tell that, even if you’re not a moaner, your breath says it all. And this close to you, with his forehead pressed to yours, he can hear the tiny little sounds that barely make it out of your throat when he does something right—the way your breath hitches and your gasps rub your vocal chords, the way you sigh, the way you whimper so softly he’s not always sure he heard it—he revels in it, drinking in every sound you make.

He can tell the mission and the exhaustion is catching up to you when your movements begin to slow and your head leans down onto his shoulder. He smiles, enamored, and leans to whisper into your ear.

“Wanna stop and go to sleep, sweetheart?”

“No,” you murmur. “Feels good. ‘M just tired,” you tell him.

“Want me to take over?” he offers, and you nod against him. He feels you giving him more control, not quite going limp, but not really focusing on your movements either. His grip becomes firmer as he begins to both move you and thrust up into you gently, letting out a groan that rumbles in his chest and reverberates in yours. “So good for me, honey, so good,” he says, and you hum a little at his praise.

Eventually, he leans back against the headboard so he can pull you up a little while letting you lean on him. Now, he’s able to thrust up into you better, and the weight shift means he can hold your hip with one hand and use the other to slide between your bodies and play with the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where your bodies are connected. He smiles when he hears the way you gasp, then whimper just a bit.

“Where do you want me to come, sweetheart?” he asks you.

“Inside…” you murmur. “I’m on the pill.”

“Aww, you wanna feel my nice warm load fill you up?” he coos. You nod.

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you say against his shoulder.

“Alright. I can do that for you, darlin’. You close?”

“Mhmmm,” you hum.

“Good. Wanna make you come first,” he says, angling his hips to hit inside you just right and rubbing your bundle of nerves just so. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, hips bucking as you squeeze your hands on his shoulders. You whine high in your throat when the wave first washes over you, then dissolve into gasps and sighs as you ride it out. Bucky lets himself go as soon as he knows you’re coming, holding onto you tight and burying himself all the way in you as he groans loudly, burying his face in your neck. The two of you ride out your ecstasy together, holding tight and breathing in every moment, and when you’re finally done, Bucky lifts you off of himself and carries you to the bathroom.

“Wanna go to sleep,” you complain.

“I know. But you gotta pee and let me clean you up, y/n. You’re in bad enough shape already without getting an infection,” he says, kissing your forehead and then setting you down on the toilet. Begrudgingly, you comply, going to the bathroom and then letting him clean your thighs and core with a washcloth. “See? That wasn’t so bad, huh?” he says, scooping you up once again and taking you back to bed.

“Actually, it was probably the worst thing ever,” you joked sleepily.

“Me making you take a piss is worse than your leg wound?” he asks.

“Yes, infinitely so,” you mutter, pressing yourself into his chest once he has you both under the covers.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he says with a chuckle. “You can hate me for it in the morning.”

“Could never hate you,” you say.

“And I could never hate you either,” he says.

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