#alpha!jefferson x reader
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Like My Father: Part 8
The fervid hands of time attached to a pearlescent face trapped behind flawless glass reminded you of the mocking turtle from Alice In Wonderland. The fervid turtle that had made Alice’s life a great pain had seemingly personified the hands that were moving ever quickly toward the hour of your debut.
It was the unfair pace of time that had decreased the time you had to prepare, the months, weeks and days into a languid blink that had come to the focal point of all your training.
It felt too soon, you hadn’t felt nearly as prepared as you had needed to be and in the day leading up to the debut, you had been mindful of the never-ending caterers and planners that had come and gone.
The endless stream of vendors that had worked their magic on the estate, turning it from the part-time home you had known into the heavily decorated and curated arena in which your father would transfer the power he held to you, and in that exchange would come an entirely new stream of responsibilities.
A great weight that hadn’t yet been felt in its entirety was starting to settle upon you with barbs that dug under your flesh the longer you thought of it, the longer you had watched and waited as the hired vendors had decorated and prepared.
To them, it was a canvas, blank and ready to be transformed.
To you, the house held memories. To you, every place had a memory lingering within the walls and it felt as if every added detail was smothering what you had known.
The staircase that was decorated with delicate lights wrapped around the wooden banister, illuminating the fine fabric draped elegantly along the walls, was the same banister you and Curtis had slid down countless times to race each other.
The kitchen where your mother’s old tea set had been displayed, was now taken by a vast amount of expensive hors d’oeuvres on silver platters, and bubbly champagne that the event planner had ordered special from Italy. There was a distinct lack of what had made your part-time home, a home.
The days you had spent here in the estate, and not in the secondary home with your mother, away from the business, had felt like they were being evaporated like a fine mist.
The phantom memory of you staying up late in the kitchen, hiding with your favourite ice cream after you lost your dance competition, was overshadowed.
Curtis finding you after you lost that last year you spent together, wherein he had planted himself beside you and comforted you with some cheesy jokes he had heard, was overshadowed.
Meeting Bucky back stateside, and being completely blindsided by his appearance after meeting him the first time in London, was overtaken by the sight of heavily arranged flowers.
This place you had known, had gone through its transformation and every lingering memory of what had made you, shaped you, was overlain with elegance and daintiness.
“If you’re thinking of running, we should leave now.” A voice you recognized and had still harboured anger for had come from behind you, his voice and scent giving you comfort that you were not yet ready to welcome so easily. “I’m sure if we steal some fireworks we could create a big enough distraction.”
“You think so?” Your voice was quiet and stilled as you spoke, your eyes fixated on the view of the garden from your bedroom, the stone-built fountains in the back had been illuminated by soft discs of light coming from beneath the water.
The garden in the back was well taken care of, decorated just as elegantly and seamlessly as the interior and the peaceful milling of all designations as they wandered from within the estate to the open air, had been languid at best. They were waiting for your arrival at the party, eager to see if your father would give you everything or if he would change his mind and marry you off.
No one had known what to expect from this night, not even you.
“I was expecting you to throw me off the balcony.” Curtis approached slowly, his hand tucked into his pockets, and you could see him through the reflection of the glass. He was already dressed in a fine-cut three-piece suit that had aided his already natural beauty, the picturesque image of your alpha looking tall and broad, immaculate in Armani.
“You look good.” You didn’t have the energy for animosity, you didn’t have the gull to fire back at him in anger. “Suits you.”
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Curtis had complimented you in exchange, looking you up and down studiously. “The robe is an odd choice.”
“Shut up.” You spoke with sombreness, reaching out to smack his shoulder as he came to stand next to you and then you leaned in, resting your head against his arm. “I’m scared, Curtis.”
“I know.” There was still so much anger, so much betrayal you felt for how he had left you, and yet you couldn’t tap into it. Not now, not tonight.
“Here, if it helps…” Curtis had pulled away and reached into his right pocket, slowly pulling his hand out with a familiar blue and yellow banded bracelet, his initials set in the embroidery thread.
“You still have it?” the friendship bracelet you had made him all those years ago in one of your hideouts was resting flat in his palm, the colours still bright and the threads looking new.
“I can help you put it on.” He offered and you held out your hand, shivering pleasantly as his fingers brushed against your wrist while he secured it.
“Thank you.” You inhaled and exhaled slowly, breathing slowly and even to keep your nerves a bay. “For this.”
“You can go back to hating me tomorrow.” Curtis had leaned in and brushed his lips against your cheek, the fluttering of your heart and the flip of your stomach end over end, was another betraying sensation that made you question your anger for him. “You’re going to be okay, baby. I know you will.”
The dress felt like a second skin as it was wrapped around your body, draping you in elegance and sophistication that was tactilely planned. The dress rest off your shoulders with a neckline that mirrored a sweetheart, dipping to show a moderate amount of cleavage and the swell of your breasts.
The bodice of the dress had continued with the same beautiful material that fell to the floor and had seemed simple in its conception, however, the added décolletage added details that emphasized the seductiveness.
The high slit on the right had exposed your leg to your upper thigh, and the minute choice to have such a high skirt had added to the overall beauty. It was made for you, tailor designed by Jefferson who had known exactly what to add and what to avoid to make you feel as beautiful and powerful as you truly were.
It was a captivating piece and it was hard not to feel breathtaking in the crafted gown that he had made for you, for your great debut.
“Are you ready?” They were waiting for you, they were all waiting for you to head down the staircase and make your first appearance as the leader of this empire or be carted off as a housewife by your father
“No,” you had taken one more step toward the staircase, waiting for Andy to escort you down, “not really. But I don’t have a choice.”
“Well,” one of the stylists who had been hired to get you dressed speaks as he fluffs your dress and fixes a few pieces in your hair, “at least you’ll look good.”
You don’t have a chance to retort, to speak in your defence before Andy appears to the left. He’s dressed just as immaculately as Curtis is, broad shoulders and firm chest enveloped in a black three-piece dolce suit with a deep royal blue tie. His hair of coiffed and kept out of his face, his blue eyes brightened by the lights overhanging the stairs.
“You should mind your tongue, beta.” Andy’s voice takes an edge as he casts his steely glare toward the stylist who balks and backs away, intimidated by your alpha. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
Andy slips an arm around your waist and steadies his fingers against your waist. He’s holding you against him and his lips graze the shell of your ear as his chest rumbles, his voice stirring endearing warmth in your belly.
“You’ve got this, Y/N. You’re ready even if you don’t think you are. You are capable, you are brilliant.”
“I’m scared, Andy.” You shared the same sentiment with him as you did with Curtis, turning your head to lock eyes with him. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You can,” he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb back and forth tenderly, “we all have faith in you. We know you can do this.”
“I’m just an omega,” you argued, turning into his embrace, “who’s going to listen to an omega?”
“You’re not just an omega,” he corrected you, nudging his nose against yours, “you are more than just an omega. You are a brilliant and beautiful woman, you’re compassionate and kind. You are capable, you are determined and you can do this.”
“What if I fail? What if I screw up?” Your question was met with warmth and tenderness, gentility as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“We’re in this together, all of us. If you fail, we fail.” Andy stroked your cheeks as he pulled away, just enough to kiss your forehead, to let his lips linger adoringly.
When the time had come to start descending the stairs, to make your grand debut, his hand had lifted from your waist. Andy had offered you his arm as support, helping steady you as you took each stair one at a time, the crowd of whispers and gentle murmuring hitting your ears with anxiousness.
The stirring mixture of heady scents and the lingering waft of roasted meat and spices from the kitchen was creating a cacophonous array that had furthered your rising anxiety. You were expected to do great things, to be this great leader and you felt unprepared up until this moment.
“Presented for the first time,” the emcee’s voice had pilfered through the sound system as you walked with Andy, as you were escorted to the beginning entrance of the grand event, “the head of the estate and family-“
“Relax,” Andy crooned in your ear, “you’ve got this.”
“-Y/N L/N.” eyes were on, all of their eyes were on you as you stepped into the light with Andy by your side.
There was a wall of people to your left and your right, a sea of spectators that were here for you. Everywhere you looked there were people of all designations waiting for you to make your ascent into the thick of the party. Everyone you could see was dressed immaculately and yet while they were fixated on you, you were searching the crowds for the rest of your alphas.
“Nick,” you exhaled in relief when you saw him standing on the edge, just as put together as the rest, with his hand hovering above a pistol hidden in his jacket, “thank God.”
“You’re safe,” the mutter was nearly indistinguishable as he mouthed his statement, still hardened as ever, “keep your wits about you.”
You swallowed thickly, furthered toward the garden as another familiar face had come from the right. Jefferson had been further down, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners and a prideful smirk playing at his lips. His craftsmanship was as breathtaking as ever, his skills endless.
“You make the dress, sugar.” He stopped you long enough to fix the sleeve, tugging it down to perfection. “Give ‘em hell.”
Bucky and Curtis's presence was felt but not seen, they were well within the crowds of people keeping their eyes open for potential threats. You hadn’t had a conversation with Bucky before you got dressed however the weight of the words he had spoken before in your hideaway deep within the estate had still rung true.
When you and Andy had come to a stop at the centre of the garden, under the glow of moonlight and the delicate fairy lights hanging above, he had turned to you and lift your hand to his lips, kissing the back softly.
“We’ll all have an opportunity to dance with you,” Andy’s lips lingered, his eyes boring into yours, “but I believe there’s one alpha you haven’t seen yet.”
Andy had departed, and Ari took his place.
He was a giant before you, beautiful and broad in a Tom ford suit with a tie that brought out the green in his eyes. He was ready for you, ready to match your elegance and sophistication and bring in the very first dance of the night.
“I am so proud of you,” Ari had praised you, his hand set against your back pulling you toward him while his other hand held yours, “we’re all proud of you, princess.”
“Did you have to kick their ass to get the first dance? Or persuade them with your pretty eyes?”
“I may be old, but I can still handle my own.” His eyes bore into yours, his hands tightened against your back and your hand.
“You’re not old, Ari.” You countered, breathlessly letting him lead as the music started and the first dance was upon you.
“Maybe not,” he agreed, and studied you closely, “but i would still burn the world for you.”
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𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞
welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.
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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.
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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!
Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.
September Fics
9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern
9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting
Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains
9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight
9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger
Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway
9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky
9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky
9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876
9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666
9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf
9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting
9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy
9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory
Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses
Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren
9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer
9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim
Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares
9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle
9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza
9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes
9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass
9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark
9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive
9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites
9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde
Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby
Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads
9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen
Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx
October Fics
10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos
10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis
10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing
10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites
10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove
10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513
10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)
10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)
10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)
The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)
November Fics
December Fics
December Masterlist
#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#fic rec masterlist#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#dark!ari levinson x reader#dark!andy barber x reader#alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader#mob!steve rogers x reader#andy barber x reader#dark!steve rogers x black!reader#steve kemp x reader#lee bodecker x reader#jake jensen x reader#robert pronge x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#destroyer!chris x reader#hal carter x reader#curtis everett x reader
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Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022
I’m so excited for this!!!
Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.
Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian
Main Masterlist / Navi
* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:
WEEK ONE
Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *
Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play
Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️
Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish
Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *
Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage
Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)
WEEK TWO
Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️
Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play
Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️
Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism
Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)
Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation
Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play
WEEK THREE
Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *
Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️
Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk
Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink
Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️
Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play
Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *
WEEK FOUR
Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play
Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *
Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)
Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play
Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship
Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex
Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️
WEEK FIVE
Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging
Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex
Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink
Bonus fic: ???
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Tattered: Mate or Fate
A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series
Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Word Count: ~3050
Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon, emotional infidelity, no one is doing okay, ESPECIALLY SAM, Dean’s in denial
Series Masterlist
Mommy Dearest
Dean
I’ve gotten pretty damn good at being bait. And all things considered, I’m glad it was me that was able to get her hackles raised. But having something wearing my mom’s face lean in and gnaw on my neck— through my Omega’s mark— that was a manner of skeeze I haven’t experienced in a very long time.
Luckily Cas was there to clean me up. Stop me from becoming a Jefferson Starship— into what she’d changed those kids into.
Man, she really played us. Experimenting on fucking kids? Talk about a monster.
I still don’t know what I’m going to tell Y/N. I mean, the truth, or some sanitized version of it. Because I know she’s still there, we’re still tethered, but it’s like coming home without a wedding ring. You don’t just LOSE your mark on the way home from a hunt.
Sam keeps eyeing me and watching Bobby like I’m going to grow a second head. Or maybe he’s on Bobby’s side about Cas. Who the fuck knows. Between Eve biting it just to learn of Crowley’s second coming I’m feeling like a first class stooge. I can’t take one more thing.
Heads will roll.
Let It Bleed
Sam
Hospitals are always the worst part of the job. And it’s not even coming up with the stories to explain away whatever insane injuries got us there in the first place. It's the waiting.
Dean hasn’t left Lisa’s side.
His Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and he’s taking care of someone else.
My Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and I’m waiting on him to get home to her. I may actually kill him for putting her through this.
And he has the nerve to cry about wiping their memories, which is so overreaching of him I can’t even see straight.
He turns up the radio and gets back on the highway. I smell the guilt and the regret and the simmering loss rolling off him. I crack the window before I slam his face into the steering wheel. He did this to himself. Not the demons, obviously, but he chose Y/N over Lisa and Ben.
Dean doesn’t deserve to grieve for them.
He pulls into the parking lot of a dilapidated strip mall. Tells me to put in a food order at the Chinese place while he makes a beeline for the liquor store. I do it just to get out of the car and away from him. The smell of overused peanut oil is a welcome distraction as I step into line. I keep my head down, make my face neutral, and try not to panic any of the civilians.
Same shit different day.
The old lady behind the counter is a half second away from calling the cops, one hand on the phone as she takes my order. What’s worse is I don’t even blame her. She takes my name and phone number, tells me it will be twenty minutes. I wait outside.
I don’t go back to the car.
Until I absolutely have to.
The Man Who Knew Too Much
We find Professor Visyak bleeding out in an alley. There is something so wrong about seeing someone like that dying next to a dumpster. Purgatory native or not, she was Bobby’s friend. And we didn’t keep her safe.
Cas blindsides us with righteous disappointment.
The air still smells of ozone when he disappears again. Only to send me to my knees. My head explodes and I go blind. The last thing I remember is Dean calling my name.
Reader
Bobby starts another pot of coffee. I clear the dishes from the dinner they never ate. I leave them in the sink for something to do when they leave me, again. The stress is oozing off of all of us and making the air of the house thick and desperate.
Losing Cas feels inevitable now.
Losing each other is the anticipated second course.
I gather up some weapons for Bobby to bag. Anything that can help against Angels or Demons. Anything that might get them out of there in one piece. He keeps giving me hopeful glances and it’d be sweet if they weren’t full of pity.
My center of gravity pulls me to the basement, I pace instead. Staying above ground and away from the Alphas who own different pieces of me. Sam hasn’t moved since Dean and Bobby dragged him through the backdoor. Cas broke the wall that Death built to keep him sane. Like a light switch, he just went dark.
I feel him around the bend even though I know he’s on a cot under Dean’s nose. If only I keep moving, keep looking, I’ll find him eventually. Somewhere in the shadows, or the corner of my eye.
Maybe I’m the one who’s crazy now.
Or maybe that’s Dean bleeding into my thoughts. He’s so worried about Sam, I almost forget I am too. It’s overwhelming the sense of duty he has to Sam. Deeper than anything I’ve ever let myself feel, some cross of pack and pup.
Somehow he pulls himself away. The need to stop Cas, to save him or the world superseding all others.
They leave me with an address, tell me to bring Sam when he wakes up. Make sure I have my Beretta and leave Sam’s Taurus at his side. Rituals that we cling to, out of the comfort of habit, lacking even the illusion of safety.
I’ve never heard this place so quiet.
Minutes pass, I don’t let myself go into the basement. If I see Sam like that, I don’t know what I’ll do. Dean’s too far away for this nauseous concern to be his.
Sam breaks my internal stalemate with a single groan. He’s alive— awake. I get down the stairs and into the panic room, why did they leave him there instead of a bedroom?
He’s not fucking drying out.
My anger melts into my gut the second I scent him. Pure anguish floods my nose and I whine at his pain. That brings Sam closer to the surface, he huffs, head shaking as if he’s refusing whatever he’s seeing in his dreams. My massive Alpha reduced to a kid having a nightmare.
I crouch down at his side, careful not to touch his bare skin. He’s always such a furnace and I don’t want to put any more stress on his system—- or I’m too scared of what feeling him will do to me now. We haven’t been truly alone since…
He turns to face me, breathing deep through his nose, brow pinched. But something like relief comes over his features the longer he breathes. Like my presence alone makes whatever he’s experiencing bearable.
The Omega in me primps.
I shift onto my knees, still not touching Sam, but leaning against the cot for more balance. And wait.
I listen to the thrumming of his heart, the steady pull of air into his nose, my own movements. It could be hours, but it’s only been moments.
He hums. Then his eyes fly open, panic ripping through him as he shoves against me and sits. I fall, gracelessly as he comes to.
Somehow he manages not to knock over his gun. Fucking Winchesters.
“Sam?”
“Y/N?” He looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m real and it hurts more than it should. He looks so scared.
“It’s me, Sam. Are you alright?” I pull myself up onto the bed beside him.
He brushes the hair out of his face and sighs. “Not really. But I’ll make it.”
He gives me a sad smile and I nod, his eyes dark with unspoken horror. I grab his massive hand and pull it into my lap. He exhales and it sounds rockier than my self control.
“What are we doing, Y/N?” His voice is soft, but the fear is still there.
“We’re supposed to meet Dean and Bobby where Cas is setting up for the eclipse,” I explain without meeting his eyes.
“That’s not what I meant,” he adds, solemn.
I look at Sam, unable to hide the tears as they fall.“I don’t know anymore.”
He pulls his hand back and sits the rest of the way up. I let him. He tucks his gun in the back of his pants as he stands.
We leave to help stop Cas without another word.
Meet The New Boss
Dean
I guide Bobby in with the tow, he’s hauling in what’s left of my baby. Fucking demons. We get her cleared and settled, and I take it all in. The caved in roof, the busted glass, the whole shit show that is the engine. And my hands itch to get in there. To make her right.
Finally something I CAN do right.
Because Sammy is in the house with a scrambled brain and reliving who-knows-what while Cas—- Cas is throwing a god level tantrum.
She’s been quieter than usual. Watching us and just tending house, not that she likes to, but just for some use of her hands. Which, obviously I get. But it makes me edgy having her in the house with Sam, not saying she’s not safe—- just okay maybe she’s not safe.
Because, none of us are, not anymore.
Reader
Sam’s distress is stinking up the whole house, so I’ve been doing my damndest to keep it aired out. Let the summer breezes blow in. I remember running around the scrapyard as a kid, never needed to spend so much time inside then. Never wanted to.
I can’t leave him if I tried.
Dean’s got his head under Baby’s hood, with regular check ins, but I can tell he’s just as worried. Bobby just keeps giving us these appraising looks, waiting for one of us to break or scream.
I’m doing the last of the breakfast dishes when my Alpha wanders up behind me, hunched and exhausted, but freshly dressed. And waits in my blindspot.
“Hey,” Sam’s voice is soft, like he’s trying not to wake anyone.
I don’t mean to flinch, but his bandaged hand on my shoulder hits me with a deep sense of dred and I drop the scrub brush into the dishwater.
“Sorry,” Sam takes two steps back.
I bow against the edge of the sink and catch my breath, putting on my best appeasing smile. “It’s fine! You just startled me.”
Sam stands like he doesn’t know how to, like he’s sixteen and his arms are longer than they were the day before. I want to brush the hair out of his face and I must be staring because he stills, mouth pinched and heartbeat racing.
I can’t breathe when he gives me the puppy dog eyes.
I should look away, say something, clear the air. But he’s just looking at me like he’s lost and so incredibly vulnerable. The backdoor opens and Dean walks in and the moment’s gone and Sam’s lying through his teeth to his brother and I have to keep it together.
Hello, Cruel World
SAM
Lucifer will not shut up. No matter how many arguments I put against his claims, he still thinks he’s won.
So, I’m doing my best to ignore him. By the look on Dean’s face, it’s not my best work. He hauls me out of the backseat of the impala, and back inside Bobby’s house.
Cas is gone. His trenchcoat was all that we could find.
I need to be stronger than this. We have a whole new race of monsters to fight now. I sit down on the couch, just to catch my breath and before I know it I’m asleep. Or I think I’m asleep, because the house is quiet and I feel like I’m floating.
I know Lucifer’s still there, monkey on my back, whispering in my ear. But something else is drawing me in. Something soft and warm and impossibly safe. It feels like bedtime stories and my drool stuck face on the vinyl of the backseat of the impala. It’s sunshine and then I smell her and I know.
I just know.
I wade in, almost waking almost dreaming, never dipping too far into the nightmares. It’s the calmest I’ve felt since Cas broke the dam in my head. I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to wake up, or let her know I know she’s here. She brushes my hair back and I hold in a sigh.
Her finger tips are soft, sure. They ghost over my cheek and pull out my collar, settling over my chest, fiddling with the buttons on my plaid shirt. Her palm is heavy over my heart, like she’s trying to mold me back together. If we stay here long enough, I can almost hope she could.
I breathe her in, deep and rising, my body is unable to resist the pull she has on every cell. I can smell Dean on her, just a passing hint of sweat, and that alone should stop me. But it doesn’t. I roll until my back is flat against the back of the couch, giving her space. I feel her perch on the very edge, closer but not close enough. I reach up and hug her hand against my chest. Eyes still closed, I silently beg that she lets me hold her, even if it’s only like this.
A gentle line is drawn between my eyebrows and I relax, smiling. She taps the tip of my nose and I can hear the giggle in her breath. I want to see that secret smile on her lips, but I’m so scared that if I open my eyes, it will be him again. I know it’s her.
But I can never be sure.
I keep my faith and breathe in her scent, saving us both from possibility.
Reader
The house is quiet at night, but it doesn’t mean it’s any easier to breathe. Dean fell asleep after he showered and barely kissed me goodnight. He’s mumbling through a bad dream already and my stomach is in knots.
Touching Sam while he slept earlier was not a good idea. But I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.
I roll over and stare at the wall, count the cracks in the paneling in the bedroom that used to only belong to me. I think about how I got here. Think about those sticky, dirty hours in the cabin without a care in the world except Sam pounding into me. Before we knew what was wrong with him. Before Dean staked his claim.
Before I realized I love them both.
I don’t cry. It’s my fault, I don’t deserve to cry. I shouldn’t have let any of this happen. But I do know that today was the first time Sam’s heart rate was below 100 since Cas broke him. And if my presence can ease some of his hurt, I need to at least try. For all of our sakes.
The bedroom shadows shift as I think about what I must do. What I should tell Dean. If Sam would even want me now. It turns into one of the longest nights of my life. And when the sun rises, I think I have the solution. But I’ve worn myself out and I finally fall into a hollowed out sleep.
DEAN
I lay there watching her snore in the yellow light pouring through the ancient curtains. She reeks of guilt and worry and my gut tells me it’s something big. But at the same time I can’t fathom what she could possibly have done to feel so guilty over.
She’s not pregnant, that much I can tell easily enough.
I sit up and fuck with my hair. Stretch out the ache in my back from bending over Baby every which way for the past week and a half. I decide to let her sleep. I really don’t want to start the day with whatever it is that crawled up her ass.
You know what they say about ignoring your problems.
She corners me in the painting shed after lunch.
“We need to do something about Sam,” she says, like she’s planning a hunt, quiet and curt and merciless.
My blood freezes and I turn on my heels. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot, and okay. But really? Coming for my brother out of left field like that. My shoulders hunch defensively and I grind my teeth.
“He’s getting worse, Dean.”
I look at her, really look at her and I see how much this is taking out of her to tell me. “He’s fine. Everything considered, he’s doing fucking fantastic.”
She steps closer, into my space and my hands find her hips. She wraps her hands around the collar of my coveralls and shakes me a little, just to lighten the mood. She’s staring at me now like the answers are written on the back wall of my skull.
What isn’t she telling me?
“What if I told you that I think I could help him?” Her eyes glaze over like she can no longer see me.
The memory of her sleeping scent floods my senses, I hesitate.
“I think part of the problem is that his body changed from when it had his soul. So when his soul was put back and then the walls put up, they couldn’t sync. He’s not fitting together right. And I know Hell was horrible. We both do. I just think I can help his soul settle into his body, memories or no.”
“What is it? Some sort of ritual?”
Her eyes dart to my neck and then she looks at me like she could cry. “You’re going to have to trust me.”
Every ounce of instinct is telling me this is a bad idea. But this is my Omega. She wouldn’t hurt Sam, not even if there was only a small chance of happening. She’d find a different way. I stare into her eyes and see the desperation and the guilt.
“You’re not gonna get yourselves hurt or anything are you?”
She smiles, wet and earnest. “No, babe. And if everything works out like I hope it does. We’re all gonna be better than ever.”
Tell me what you think?
Tagging: @idreamofdeanie @stoneyggirl2 @delightfullykrispypeach @dolphincliffs @flamencodiva @crashdevlin @dontshootmespence @thoughtslikeaminefield @rockhoochie @dawnie1988 @mrswhozeewhatsis @cosicas-cuquis @foxyjwls007 @tumbler-tidbits @defenderrosetyler @ericaprice2008 @wingedcatninja @akshi8278 @itmighthavebeenintentional @smi727
Read on: Chapter Six: Better to Beg Than Ask
#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfic#spn abo#tattered#alpha!dean x omega!reader#alpha!sam x omega!reader#truemates#love triangle#abo dynamics#a/b/o dynamics
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Birthday drabble poll
Hello my Lovelies! It’s you’re girl, Alta. Tomorrow I will be turning 27. June 8th, where my Gemini babes at?! So as a little treat, I’m letting you guys pick the series (that is currently in working) that i write a drabble about. You can pick more than one. make sure to jot down some details that you want me to write about. This is all about having fun! Smutty requests are always welcome! 18+ as normal!
Series to pick from:
Marvel Universe:
Through a Glass, Darkly
{Reversed Roles AU! Bucky!Cap x Reader, & Steve!Soldat x Reader}
Stuck (A/B/O)
{ Modern Stucky! x Omega!reader}
Time After Time (A/B/O)
{Time travel back to the 40′s Stucky x Autistic!Omega!Reader}
Bayou Bride (A/B/O)
{ Alpha!WinterFalcon! x Omega!Reader}
Chris Evans, roles:
Damnation (Snowpiercer Film)
{Curtis Everett x OFC!Pyrrah}
The Bid (Red Sea Diving Resort)
{Alpha!Ari Levinson x OFC! Omega!Eurydice Sideris}
Sebastian Stan Roles:
Love Drove them Mad, (Once Upon a Time)
{Jefferson Hatter x Cursed!Mermaid! OFC!Calypso}
Supernatural:
The Killing Moon
{Alpha!DeanWinchester x Omega!OFC Harper}
#spnfandom#omegaverse#chris evans role#sebastian stan roles#jensen ackles roles#dean winchester#ari levinson#Red Sea Diving Resort#supernatural#ouat#once upon a time#Jefferson Hatter#sam wilson#MCU#Marvel MCU#Bucky Barnes#James Buchanan Bucky Barnes#Steve Rogers
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As artists it’s so easy to paint a smile on someone’s face. It’s also easy to paint a frown. And it’s the same with real life...
#quotes sad#books#art#sad art#cats#loki x reader#alpha!bucky x omega!reader#chris evans x reader#bucky x reader#sebastian stan x reader#hamilsquad#lin manuel miranda#happy#thomas jefferson x reader#daveed diggs x reader#anthony ramos#tony stark#crybaby#im gonna cry
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MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Stories
My love, his duty: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader DISCONTINUED
A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your castle hearing tales of the filardered you had as a betrothed
Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.
You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your new King
Best deal ever: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
DISCONTINUED
James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City, sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test
Hotel California://COMPLETE Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
You came to this small and secluded town in search of independence and a new life, but of that you'll only get one, as the song says, “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”
The Bodyguard: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader
DISCONTINUED
After a couple of death threats you had gotten, your manager, Valkyrie, thought it was imperative you get a bodyguard, so there he was, Steve Rogers. There wasn't long before you two got entangled with each other, as you tried to navigate your acting career, and this loving and very sexual relationship with him
The New Line: //COMPLETE
Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader Ft. Steve Rogers
You decided not to tell Steve you were pregnant since you didn't want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn't going to get back to you
Lucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together
Our Thing:// COMPLETE MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes
Part II Part III
The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter
ONESHOTS
Take me out (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
The Golden girl and the Golden boy (Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader Ft Protective Brother Loki)
600 followers challenge (requests)
Winter soldier + size kink
Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm "acceptance"
Alpha!Beefy!Bucky + Omega!Reader
Bucky Barnes + degradation kink + Jefferson
Angel!SteveRogers + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom
Dark!Wintersoldier + Dark!FemWinterSoldier
If not now then when? (Bucky x Reader x Nat)
"Youngblood" for Sunshinebuckybarnes' Jukebox challenge (SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
#misguidedbodyguard#misguidedkinktober#misguidedhotel#misguidedmylove#misguidedlines#misguidedmasterlist
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saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)
to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here! I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)
2/13
lee bodecker with a shy reader
yandere!lance tucker
alpha!ransom and omega!reader
stucky x petite!reader
epilogue for bankrupt
epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)
fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader
dark!bruce banner
follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day
2/20
soft!dark nomad!steve
comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)
epilogue for the perfect fit
dark!ransom kidnaps the reader
dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom
you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you
alpha!charles blackwood
forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier
calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex
2/27
alpha!freezy
daddy!lee x little!reader
unrequited love angst with bucky
dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client
kiss prompts:
‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky
‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen
‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky
‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins
‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm
‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm
‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale
3/6
dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021
dark!jake is your roommate
gunplay with the winter soldier
sharing a room with stucky
dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer
soft!dark alpha!bruce
dark!alpha!bruce
dialogue prompts:
"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky
"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen
"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy
"I trust you. do it." with bruce
"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker
3/13
alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2
soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse
soft daddy lee helps the reader relax
breeding and jealousy with dark!sam
breeding and biting with alpha!ransom
fluff with soft!lance tucker
yandere prompts: (all dark!)
“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee
“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson
“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen
“baby come out wherever you are�� with nat, bruce, and peter
“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee
“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen
“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki
3/20
cuddling with daddy!bucky
soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o
lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)
soft!dark alphas ransom and andy
soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)
alpha!tony with a breeding kink
more fluff with soft!lance tucker
soft!dark alpha bruce
mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest? fostercest? is that a thing?)
dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)
4/10
comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda
shower sex with johnny storm
mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge (warning: incest, dark)
comforting chubby!charles blackwood
hooking up with alt!bucky
touchstarved!zemo
soft!lance tucker comforts the reader
dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister (warning: incest)
alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader (warning: incest)
4/17
daddy!stucky and little!reader
stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)
soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes
alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)
dark!steve with breeding and size kinks
sam lets bucky and steve watch
pet play with lance tucker
dumbification kink with jake wyler
4/24
dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word
yandere!peter parker is your barista
dark!bucky shares you with his friends
sub!zemo with mommy kink
you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)
5/1
daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare
dark!carter baizen bullies the reader
[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]
sequel to dark!lee in 2021
sub!laszlo kreizler
soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)
continuation for peaches & cream
vampire!zemo
5/8
random drabble about young!zemo
3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce
the return of soft!lance
escort!bucky
arranged marriage with zemo
soft!dark sharon (kinda?)
5/22
free use with stucky
dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient
domme!pepper potts
epilogue for twice
yandere!alex kerner
hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer
5/29
soft!dark sharon carter
somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo
aunt may with bondage and mommy kink
yandere!andrea marowski
dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping
headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO
6/5
dark!din djarin wants a replacement child
dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)
yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader
sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo
anal with zemo
dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan
pure fluff with jake jensen
yandere!david kern
6/12
you and bucky are sharon’s playthings
andy barber freely uses his housewife
somnophilia with daddy!bucky
dark!loki as d.b. cooper
laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)
alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)
dubcon breastfeeding with natasha
general hux with a breeding kink
6/19
how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)
alpha!zemo in the raft
sub!loki and domme!reader
7/10
dark!heike and helmut breed you
a deep dive into bucky’s kinks
mobius and bunny try something new
quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch
mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him
how bucky would react to petnames
7/17
dark!alpha!mobius
making a deal with demon!zemo
just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex
alpha!laszlo when you go into heat
free use with peter parker
8/7
sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink
ceo!thor with a naive new secretary
breeding kink with alex kerner
laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)
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Day 1 - Jefferson LMF debating on a group thing or just making you stand out, either way, a few of the alphas hate the idea of dressing up until reader gives them those puppy eyes and pouts a little, rushing away to help Jefferson with plans.
Day 1 — plan your Halloween costume
Jefferson had commanded the room with his presence and the stalwart seriousness that had often shrouded him in a domineering light. It had been exactly three weeks before Halloween, and the annual party your parents had thrown had now fallen to you.
And given what you were already dealing with, Jefferson and Ari had insisted you hired a planner to handle everything for you. With the pressure off to deal with the little things, Jefferson had conveyed with the party planner the theme for you and your alphas costumes, and had begun telling you for preparation.
“I’m not listening to any complaints.” Jefferson had begun the meeting with a strongly worded statement, and a quickly fired heady stare toward Curtis, Bucky and Nick.
“Do I have the right to veto your choices?” You raised your hand and spoke from your place between Ari and Andy, halfway resting on the two of their laps.
Your question hung in the air, genuinely making Jefferson take pause before his covered photographs that he had set up on stands behind him. He had tilted his head to the side with his eyes narrowed every so slightly in your direction, a moment of silence hovering over the pack.
“No.” Jefferson had finally spoke with clarity, and then he had pulled the covering over the designs and photographs of his vision.
As the cloth had fallen, you had immediately taken in the scene he painted out in front of you all. The style of the heavily beaded dress and fringe that fell to the models knees was creating an aesthetic of vintage flair and sophistication. The art-deco detailing of the beads running up the skirt and the torso had almost told a story in of itself, and it was breathtaking.
“The roaring ‘20s, the era of flapper dresses and sophistication-“
“It was also an era that saw an economical disaster among other things.” Nick quipped coolly, ignoring Jefferson’s digging, dirty look.
“We’re all dressing up and our centrepiece is Y/N-“
“If I don’t want to go-“ you tried protesting again, raising your hand in question.
“You’re going, I’ve already started working on your dress. As our mob leader and breathtaking alpha-“
“So…” you cut him off again, slowly sitting up and overtaking Andy’s lap, “we’re in the mob, dressing up like we’re in the mob in the 1920s?”
“Flare and fun, sugar.” Jefferson crooned, walking toward you to slowly clamp his hand over your mouth. “You might be the boss but if you don’t shut your pretty lips, I’ll put them to work.”
“Sexism, that’s the spirit Jefferson.” Curtis clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, bored out of his mind like Nick was.
“Flapper dress! Clean cut suits!” Jefferson cut them off with a groan of frustration, clearly annoyed. “Just…show up for fittings. Now you can go.”
#imaginedreamwrite’s halloween countdown#halloween countdown#Halloween countdown day 1#like my father series#alpha!jefferson x reader#alpha!nick Fowler x reader
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voltaire to versace 03 | thomas jefferson
title: voltaire to versace 03
pairing: professor!thomas jefferson x reader
words: 16.4k whups
warnings: sex jokes n references again, dolley simping for james again, but probably more this time, implied sex except dolley’s having it instead of mc, maria and angelica are girlfriends, lafayette is basically everyone’s plug for weed so like,, drug references and alcohol references??, very much sexual tension
desc: from francis bacon to foucault, descartes to dante, your political philosophy seminar doesn’t promise to be a blowout — and yet, one mysterious stranger and a risqué evening later, your burberry-clad professor gives you the feeling it won’t be quite the snoozefest you’d expected.
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"Wait, so you're going to do it, right?"
It wasn't until Friday morning that Y/N told Dolley about Thomas's offer, both of them seated at a corner table in the coffee shop in the middle of campus. Y/N shrugged, taking a sip of her latte.
"I dunno, Doll. It seems like it could be... risky."
"How so?" Dolley set down her cup, squinting at her skeptically, and she pursed her lips.
"Listen, he's a good professor, and he and I have a good relationship or whatever, but I'm not sure what a great idea it is for me to be with him too much more often."
"Is your self-control already waning?" Dolley gave Y/N a look of disbelief, and she answered it with a sigh.
"I'm not gonna make a move on him; I swear," she said, expression dead serious, but when she continued, her voice dropped just a few decibels. "But... if I had the chance to sleep with him again, I wouldn't hesitate to take it. And I really can't have that happen."
"How the hell do you think becoming his TA is going to turn into sex?" Dolley asked incredulously. "You know I adore you, but I do not adore when you're self-sabotaging."
"I'm not self-sabotaging," Y/N insisted, and though she'd hoped the statement would sound reasonable, she just came off as defensive. "I'm being careful. I know myself, and I know that early January was some of the best sex I've had in a while."
"Sounds to me like you're pent up." Dolley raised her eyebrows, giving Y/N a pointed look, at which she scowled. "Just fuck someone from Alpha Phi Omega and then take the TA position."
"You don't get it," Y/N groaned. "Half the time, his office hours are just like some mildly awkward run-in with a one-night stand. It's casual enough that there's no real issue, but there's always just a little bit of... discomfort."
"That's called sexual tension, dear." The look in her eyes was knowing. "And it doesn't go away when you turn down positions that will look good on grad school applications."
A beat passed in silence, and finally, Y/N sighed.
"You're right. That's kinda my point, though." She pursed her lips; the nod she gave looked resigned, both disappointed and on edge. "It also doesn't go away when I do take those positions. And I don't wanna fuck up and make everything even more awkward."
"Y/N. I believe in you." Dolley took one of Y/N's hands in hers, picking it up from where she'd rested it on the table as she slumped over in her fit of angst. "You're strong. You can work with a man without fucking him."
Y/N scowled. "Well, when you put it like that, you're making it sound like I'm some kind of sex fiend."
"That's what you're acting like!"
"Fuck off, Dolley; no, I'm not." She folded her arms, pushing her mug and saucer to the side of the table. "My most recent one-night stand turned out to be my professor, and now he's asking me to be his TA. I'm allowed to be a little hesitant."
Dolley pursed her lips. "You might have a point."
"Thanks, I'm thrilled to hear it," Y/N responded dryly. "But... I'll figure it out. I doubt it could really turn out all that badly. I can handle myself."
"That's the spirit." Dolley did not sound enthusiastic. "But you really need to..."
Dolley trailed off with wide eyes, her gaze apparently having caught something across the café. Y/N eyed her skeptically, raised an eyebrow. "... Dolley? You still with me?"
She waited a moment, watching to see if her attention would recover, but when it didn't she waved a hand in front of her, trying to break her stare, but it was apparently locked elsewhere. "Hello? Anybody home?" Another moment of quiet, and eventually, Y/N snapped her fingers in front of her face. "Dolley!"
"Hm?" Her eyes snapped back to Y/N's almost too quickly, and Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"What are you looking at?"
"Oh... um, nothing. I just spaced out." The smile that had begun to split her expression said otherwise, though.
"Oh, really?" Y/N's eyes narrowed, shifting in her chair to glance back over her shoulder. "What's back there? Did you see someone? Are you— Oh!" She stopped speaking abruptly, her eyes widening, and when she whipped back around to face Dolley, her grin was sheepish. "That's James, isn't it?"
"Shh, not so loud!" Dolley said, shoving her arm. The giddiness written across her face didn't help her case as she attempted to scold Y/N. "Yes, that's him. Yellow sweater, grey coat."
"He's cute," Y/N commented, taking another less-than-sneaky glance over her shoulder at him, before she turned back to Dolley with an expectant look. "So? Are you going to go talk to him?"
"Right now?" At the question, Dolley's smile dropped. It seemed as if she'd been blindsided, as though upon seeing the man she'd been sleeping with for weeks on end, Y/N was going to encourage her to ignore him.
"Yes, right now!" Y/N was just watching her with disbelief. "What's the issue?"
"I... I don't know," Dolley said softly. Her tiny, dopey grin had been restored, but it was now tainted with anxiety. "I really like him, but..."
"... But?"
Her sigh was heavy. "I'm worried he and I don't have much in common. He's, like, the strong and silent type, y'know?"
Y/N pursed her lips, biting back a wince. "That's so clichéd, Doll."
"I know, I know," she groaned, plastering on a pleading pout. "Just bear with me. Please."
There was a skip, and Y/N was eyeing Dolley warily. "You know I'm always here to listen. But if you get too self-destructive, I don't wanna hear it."
"I won't!" she defended, and a grin was stretching across her face at the whole situation, making Y/N's contempt soften to skepticism. "I just don't know what I want, okay? And worse yet, I don't know what he wants."
"I promise, no one's expecting you to turn into a mind reader. Least of all James."
"I know," she sighed, drawing out the words in the midst of her apparent (or perhaps dramatized) emotional exhaustion. "But he's quiet. He doesn't say much, and you know that always freaks me out a little."
"So I hear."
"But... we get along well. He's nice to be around. He puts me at ease."
"Aww, Dolley, are you falling for him?" That time, it was Y/N's turn to pull on a contrived pout, squeezing Dolley's forearm lightly, and though she rolled her eyes, Dolley still looked as though she was the least bit absent, her head still coming back down from the clouds. "That's sweet."
"I know, I know," she said, biting her lip in a weak effort to hide her smile. "But... you know me. I'm not the quiet type. Quite the opposite."
"That might even be an understatement," Y/N muttered, breaking her gaze briefly, and Dolley scoffed.
"Oh, shut up! I already know that, and I don't wanna hear it." She gave Y/N a pointed look. "But he and I are so different, and I'm worried that I'll end up being too much for him. I don't wanna be overbearing."
Her final sentence was quiet, and Y/N could hear her insecurities weakening her conviction. "You're not overbearing, or overwhelming, or 'too much,'" she assured her, and Dolley covered her hand with her own, squeezing it lightly, affection in her eyes. "And if he's right for you, I'm sure he agrees. You're excellent; don't try to change for him. It won't make you happy."
"You're right, as usual," she sighed, "And... I do want to talk to him, something you know very well. But who knows if he wants to talk to me?"
"Well, he keeps glancing over in our direction," Y/N said matter-of-factly, and Dolley's eyes went wide.
"He is? Wait, where is he?" Her gaze began to dart back and forth, and Y/N couldn't help her light laugh.
"He just got back from picking up his drink, and now he's at the table a few behind you," she said, dropping her voice before adding, "And I've already made awkward eye contact with him too many times, so now if you don't talk to him, I'm gonna look like a total creep."
"Y/N!" she scolded her, but the laugh in her voice betrayed her indignance. She glanced back over her shoulder, and Y/N saw James nod to her when he caught her gaze, the corners of his lips quirking up into a shadow of a smile. She offered him a shy wave.
Quite frankly, Y/N had never seen her like that before, not in all her years of knowing her. Dolley's baseline tended to be everyone else's two-ecstasy-pills-deep, and usually, other people in the mix just fueled the fire of her perpetual enthusiasm — Y/N had never seen a man make her timid, though, of all things.
She couldn't help but think it was kind of cute.
Dolley held his stare another moment, before he finally decided to stand, beginning to make his way over to where they were sitting, and Dolley spun around in her seat, her wide eyes meeting Y/N's. "He's headed over!" she whispered, but the panic in her voice wasn't quite authentic; more of it than Y/N would've expected was simply excitement.
"So I see," Y/N said, wry amusement coloring her tone. She glanced up to her right a moment later, taking a sip of her coffee, before saying, "It's James, right?"
Dolley let out a surprised squeak when he walked up on her left, almost flinching in her seat, and his smile was subtle.
"That would be me. And you are?" He raised his eyebrows at Y/N, taking a sip from his to-go cup.
"I'm Y/N. Dolley's roommate," she nodded to her with a grin. "I'm glad to officially meet you, after hearing about you for weeks on end."
"Y/N!" Dolley murmured, urgency thick in her voice, her accusatory stare what she seemed to think to be covert. As though James couldn't hear her from a foot away.
"I've been mentioned?" James looked pleasantly surprised, but there was no ego in his smile. Y/N nodded.
"Oh, yeah. More than a couple times," she assured him. "I can't seem to stop hearing about you, really."
He chuckled, and Dolley's gaze softened. "I should hope that's a good thing."
"I can corroborate," Y/N said. "So you're a PhD candidate?"
"That I am. Studying economics."
"So, what, you want to go into business? Accounting?"
"Public policy, actually."
"Oh, really?" Her eyebrows shot up, and her smile widened into a grin. "I like you already."
That time, his laugh was still quiet, but it was warmer, more robust. "Consider me flattered. Dolley speaks very highly of you, as well."
"Aww, Doll!" Y/N plastered on a pout, reaching across the table. "I knew you'd been secretly in love with me this whole time."
"You shut it," Dolley replied, and though she gave Y/N a pointed look, she was biting back a laugh.
"Really? You still don't wanna go public with our relationship?" Dramatized dismay permeated Y/N's voice, and anyone would've had to hand it to her - the hurt look she wore almost seemed authentic.
"Oh my God, Y/N," Dolley huffed. "That's about enough, thank you."
When she glanced back up, Dolley bit her lip once more; thankfully, James didn't look put-off by the interaction, only amused. A beat passed in silence, and Y/N shifted awkwardly in her seat, not sure what to do with the heavy, prolonged eye-contact taking place across from her. It wasn't until she picked up her mug and saucer, the ceramics clinking together, that they seemed to regain a sense of awareness.
James's eyes were wide as he glanced back at Y/N. "I... won't intrude on your coffee date any longer, but truly, it's been a pleasure, Y/N."
"Oh, no, no, don't go." She waved off his farewell, scrambling to pull her backpack onto her shoulder, picking up her dishes as she did so. "I have a meeting to be at that, really, I'm almost running late for, so please, stay. Keep Dolley company."
She gave him a bright smile as she stood, pushing her wooden chair out behind her as she collected her used napkin and mixing spoon, but Dolley looked hesitant. "Oh, that's not necessary, really. I'll be just fine—"
"Relax, Dolley. I know you deal with crippling loneliness in my absence; it's really nothing to be ashamed of," Y/N reassured her, her voice mockingly gentle. Dolley rolled her eyes; the sound that escaped her was all but a snort of laughter.
"Oh, of course, dear. Because what more could I want than to spend every minute of my day with you?" she replied sarcastically, and Y/N grinned.
"I know. It's a blessing and a curse." She took a few steps back, though, nodding to her abandoned seat as she started on her path toward the counter. "Seriously, though, James. Please, sit."
She saw him raise an eyebrow at Dolley before she turned to discard her dishes into the basin by the end of the counter.
"May I?" he asked. When Y/N glanced back over her shoulder, she caught just a glimpse of Dolley's sheepish smile.
"I'd like that."
Y/N took the back exit out.
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"Are you sure I was included in that invite?" Y/N's voice was skeptical as she crossed the green toward Thomas's office, hours later. Apparently, hours that Dolley and James had ultimately spent together, taking a walk through the city for much of their afternoon. (When Dolley told Y/N that the two-mile loop near the Lincoln Memorial had taken them two hours to walk through, she had a sneaking suspicion walking wasn't all they were doing. Hopefully, they'd at least escaped the watchful eye of our oversized 16th president.)
"Yes, I'm certain you were," Dolley insisted from the other end of the phone's line. "He said it'd be great if I brought you."
"... This sounds suspiciously like a pity invite."
"It isn't a pity invite!" Y/N could hear the indignance in her voice.
"Dolley, why, exactly, would he want me there if it wasn't a pity invite?"
"... Because you're my best friend, and he's decided to make an effort to get to know you better?"
She laughed. "As much as I appreciate this idealized James Madison, I have a feeling it was more to the effect of 'I just saw your roommate and feel obligated to invite her'," Y/N corrected her. "But go to the party without me! Don't let me hold you back from having your fun, alright?"
"Please come? It wouldn't be the same without you." Dolley's voice was high, containing traces of what almost smelled like desperation. "It'll make me much more comfortable to have you along."
Y/N groaned. "So when you and James go make out in the bathroom, I'm supposed to, what, play truth or dare with all the other PhD candidates?"
"Why not?" Dolley's tone was mild, which made Y/N roll her eyes.
"No offense to James's friends, but I'm not sure I want to spend an evening making stunted small talk with them."
"You're such a warm person, though! You'd be quite alright."
"It'd be awkward!"
"Please, Y/N? I'll beg you if that's what it'll take."
She scowled at how soft, forlorn Dolley's voice had become. As far as she was concerned, this was akin to emotional manipulation. "Does it really mean that much to you?"
"Yes. I like him so much."
She sighed. "I'm gonna say yes solely because I have somewhere to be and can't deal with this argument anymore. But you owe me."
Y/N could almost picture Dolley's sappy smile. "Thank you so much, dear. You're too good to me."
"Yeah, yeah, what else is new?" Her words elicited a laugh from Dolley, and Y/N continued, "But you know I'd do pretty much whatever you asked if you asked it in that I'm-about-to-cry voice, so I'm not sure this relationship is healthy for me anymore."
"Oh, of course; I'm truly a parasite," Dolley sighed. "Taking you into my house and home, paying for your meals — how evil of me."
"I pay half the rent, and we literally only eat ramen," Y/N defended, but the words were lighthearted nonetheless. "Next time you give up five perfectly good hours of a Friday night so that I can get laid, we'll call it even."
"Don't make any calls about Friday just yet. You haven't even seen James's friends." Dolley's voice was just teasing enough to placate Y/N. "I may not be the only one having some fun."
"Have you even seen James's friends?" Y/N asked dubiously, and Dolley's silence told her all there was to know. "That's what I thought. He's an econ student, so it's probably gonna be about eighty percent entitled rich men attending school on family money."
"Or they could all be just your type," Dolley reasoned, but by then, any efforts to talk Y/N out of her convictions were futile. "Tall, hot, and older."
"First off, I don't have a type, and second, just because you're dating an 'older man'," — The final two words were said mockingly — "doesn't mean that his older friends aren't still douches."
"I hate to have to be the one to break it to you, but that is absolutely your type."
"Based on what?"
"That professor of yours?"
"Dolley!" Y/N scowled, turning down the volume on her call just in case some passing pedestrians were notorious gossips with super-hearing. It was certainly possible. "Can you please stop talking about him like that? Don't make it a thing," she murmured, jaw tense.
"Oh, we're well past that, dear," Dolley said matter-of-factly, and Y/N could only roll her eyes. "But if you've agreed to the party, I won't push my luck."
"Smart choice," she muttered bitterly. "Anyway, I've gotta go. Talk to you later tonight?"
"Of course."
With that, she hung up the phone before Dolley could take advantage of her giving mood and start making further outlandish demands, tucking it into her coat pocket as she pushed open the door to Melos Hall. Unfortunately for her, the elevator was broken, and Thomas's office was several flights of stairs above her.
After at least eight long pauses for her to catch her breath, heaving as she leaned against the railing in the stairwell, and three stomach cramps, Y/N knocked on his door. "Anybody home?"
"C'mon in." His voice was soft, muffled through the door, and she opened it to find him all but slumped on his desk, resting his head on his hand as he graded papers he appeared to be rather cross with, and with more of said papers covering the entirety of the desk's surface (and much of the floor). He glanced up when she entered, and a soft grin split his expression. "Hey, I thought that was you."
"I'm in absolute awe of your pattern-recognition skills, really," she replied, tone dry as she let the door fall shut behind her, and despite the playful smile she wore, Thomas rolled his eyes.
"You actually here for anything, or am I gonna have to kick you out?"
She laughed. "I'm not here to derail your work, I swear." He raised a dubious eyebrow. "I was just stopping by to let you know that, assuming it's still on the table, I'd love the TA position."
"Oh, yeah?" His smile widened almost imperceptibly at her words, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "'M glad to hear it. Could've just shot me an email, though."
She shrugged. "I was headed this way anyway. Figured I may as well stop by."
"I'm not complainin'." She let out a soft huff of laughter at the words, but she could feel heat beginning to creep up the back of her neck. "'S good timing, anyway. Intro to IR just turned in an essay on Kant."
The soft groan she let out only served to amuse him further as she surveyed the wreckage of his office. "That's what all this paper is?" He nodded in confirmation, and she scrunched up her nose. "I'm not sure if I feel worse for the freshmen who had to write them or for you having to read them."
"Well, I should hope it's the freshmen," he said matter-of-factly, sitting back in his chair. The smile he wore was concerningly self-righteous. "'Cause, now, readin' these is your job, too."
Her eyebrows shot up; the dread in her gaze was the furthest thing from contrived. "... Is it too late to rescind my application as a TA?"
He shook his head. "Mm-mm. You're welcome to abandon ship."
She didn't like the satisfaction which grew in his gaze as she weighed her options; they both knew she wasn't considering turning down the position in earnest — that simple fact left Thomas unnecessarily smug. Another beat passed, and she sighed. "You're lucky this is going to look good on my grad school applications."
He laughed. "Sure am. I could use all the help I can get, right now."
"I can see that," she replied, voice laden with amusement at the state of his office.
However, Thomas said nothing more, and she shifted on her feet, uncomfortable with the drawn-out silence. He raised an expectant eyebrow, and it took her a moment to grasp his intention. "Wait... d'you mean, like, right now?"
"Unless you're busy." He shrugged. His gaze was hopeful as she eyed warily the small stack of papers she'd spent the past few minutes trying not to crush under her boot. She sighed.
He grinned when she bent over to pick up the papers that'd floated to her side of the desk. "As depressing as it feels to say, I've got nowhere else to be on this fine Friday night."
"That's the spirit." He winked, and though she rolled her eyes, her amused smile was deep-set. "So, you're gradin' for accuracy and watchin' out for grammar, of course, but the points are really earned for analysis. The paper's on changes in the international system. They've gotta connect 'em back to Kant's maxims."
She let out a low whistle as she took a seat across from him, plucking a red pen from his cup and dropping her bag onto the floor. "That certainly sounds pretentious."
He laughed lightly. "You really tellin' me you didn't have to do anything like this as a freshman?"
"Oh, I wish I could say that, but unfortunately, my professor was apparently every bit the pseudointellectual you are." She nodded sadly, and Thomas rolled his eyes.
"Hilarious, sweetheart, really." In the dry sarcasm of his tone, the casual pet name didn't seem to register with him, but Y/N couldn't help but notice, and her breath caught. "Here, lemme get you a copy of the rubric. 'S nothin' too complicated; go easy on 'em. Got some STEM majors in the class who're just takin' it for the graduation requirement, so I'm not expectin' much."
She pursed her lips. "Are the essays that bad?"
He deadpanned as he turned back to her, sliding the rubric across the desk. "At least as bad as I'm makin' 'em sound."
Y/N let out a long, dramatic huff, rubbing her temples, and Thomas looked thoroughly entertained at her reaction.
"I'm in for a long few months, aren't I?"
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Thomas texted her the next day, too — she'd been the one to ask for his number, its utility obvious considering she was now going to be working with him, but he didn't give it up without teasing her just a bit for asking. When she opened it, she found that his request was just for her to drop by and pick up as many more essays as she was willing to grade by Monday, but when she arrived at his office, it quickly became clear to both of them that she was in no hurry to leave.
She showed up around eight, a decision that had everything to do with her having been out all afternoon running errands and nothing to do with the unfortunately appealing idea of being in his office late into the night — or so she told herself. It was hesitant both when she offered to stay and work on them with him and when he accepted. As she'd cautiously anticipated, her new role felt like walking an impossibly fragile line, and it'd hardly been twenty-four hours.
Subliminal tension remained in the air, hanging heavier than either of them would've claimed, but the hours flowed by easily. The hills upon mountains of student work they had to dig through didn't feel like the burden they were, either, not with the light atmosphere they'd managed to create, cracking jokes and swapping input.
She couldn't place when it'd become so comfortable for her to be around him.
"Hey, can I get your take on this?" Y/N held up what must've been her twentieth paper of the night, red pen between her teeth, and Thomas glanced down from where he was standing beside the desk, sorting the finished papers for his classes.
"Mhm, what's up?"
"Personally, I kind of hate this kid's analysis, but I'm struggling to determine whether there's anything actually wrong with it or if I'm just biased." She pursed her lips. "Here, come look at this third paragraph."
He set down the essay he was leafing through and walked around to join her, resting one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk beside her. He wasn't looking in her direction, his lips pursed as he scanned the page. However, her heart rate had begun to pick up in the immediate proximity, and she was on edge, able to feel his body heat radiating off of him from just inches to her left. Her breath hitched when he spoke. "This essay's a mess."
Despite the tension in her body, she let out a surprised laugh. "My thoughts exactly."
"Which part are you strugglin' with?"
"Right here." She turned the paper slightly, its words now directly facing him, and tapped on the sentence that'd given her pause. "It's not a great interpretation of the quote he used, in my opinion, but it's one I've heard in academic circles time and time again. It's defensible, but since his organization is fundamentally nonexistent, I'm not sure how well he's defended it."
Thomas raised an amused eyebrow. "How much of your free time are you dedicatin' to discussin' Kant?"
Y/N only rolled her eyes, ignoring the thrum of her heart against her ribcage as he turned his head to face her. He was only inches away. "Oh, shut up; I'm not dedicating any." He eyed her with disbelief, and she could tell he was still stuck on her first sentence. "I took a class focused on this book in high school, alright?"
"What kinda high school did you go to?"
"The class was through a local university." She shrugged, and he looked rather impressed. The small smile he wore wasn't helping her spiking pulse. "What? I was hoping to graduate from college early. I would've, too, if I hadn't spent a year traveling to figure out my life."
"And your plan for gettin' college credit was to take a philosophy class, of all things? Does that even fulfill a credit requirement?" Despite the disbelief in his voice, he seemed somewhat fascinated with the idea, was watching her like she was some sort of a puzzle.
"Anywhere I went would've made me retake core classes," she said mildly, and he cocked his head to one side. It wasn't lost on her how he hadn't withdrawn even a centimeter; she could feel traces of his breath on her skin. "It was just another credit toward graduation."
He gave an obliging nod, a half-shrug at her words. "Guess so. You surprise me sometimes, though."
"It's also made your class a breeze, but that's just an added bonus," she added, and he laughed, breaking his deliberative demeanor.
"You really think my class is easy?"
She shrugged, wearing a self-contented smile. "My grades speak for themselves, don't they?"
"I seem to remember a couple nights of office hours that'd contradict that." He raised an amused eyebrow, giving her a pointed look, but her grin broadened.
"Listen, if you gave clearer instructions, I wouldn't need to show up here twice a week to ask you what the fuck you were talking about, alright?"
He gave a skeptical hum. "Now, why aren't you askin' your questions in class, then? 'S awfully selfish; I'm sure your classmates would benefit from hearin' the answers, too."
"I think they'd benefit more from you actually doing your job."
"If you aren't askin', how am I supposed to know what isn't makin' sense?" He shrugged, and the playful glint in his eyes had her gaze locked onto his. He didn't think a single second further before he continued; over the past few minutes, his mind had reverted to its setting from one fateful January night spent in the speakeasy on 4th Street. "Or, maybe, you've just been comin' here at night lookin' to get me alone."
She inhaled sharply; her stomach turned, and at first, neither of them broke the eye contact. When Y/N finally did, it was because her stare had trailed down to rest at his lips, and she swallowed roughly at the smug smile he wore. Her gaze jumped back to his — he raised an eyebrow. Apparently, her wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed.
Something about it was intoxicating, whether due to the musky scent of his cologne or to the wild, forbidden temptation of it all. Y/N was certain that, were this the Garden of Eden, she'd fare no better than Eve.
It was her nerves that saved her, ultimately. She was terrified to push that boundary, and despite his usually-lighthearted teasing, Thomas had resolutely decided where lay the line he couldn't cross. Thus, neither of them moved for another moment, but Y/N drew in a shaky breath, turning her head back to the paper before them.
"So, what's your conclusion on the essay?" Her voice was small, and it was only then that Thomas seemed to have remembered where they were. A shudder ran through his spine; it almost looked to be shaking him back to the present, metaphysically knocking some sense into him.
The silence was heavy as his eyes ran over the paper, muttering the words under his breath as he read and re-read the paragraph. He'd shifted further from Y/N, his adamant decision being that the more space there was between them, the less likely he was to forget himself, and his brow was knit as he stared down at the words. "This interpretation's full of shit," he huffed. "Think this kid plagiarized it; doesn't seem like he understands it. From what I can tell, he pulled half the language from other authors."
He picked it up with him when he drew back from Y/N, returning to his side of the desk. It was then that her breathing once again leveled out.
"So should I assume he's not getting the complexity point?" The expression she contrived was intended to be lighthearted, but it was laden with tension.
"'S doubtful. 'M gonna have to meet with him sometime this week. Just hopin' I won't have to report it as some kinda case of academic dishonesty." He folded it in half, pulling his briefcase onto the desk and tucking it in among his many other loose papers. "But for now, 's gettin' late; I need to head out. My roommate'll be wonderin' where I am pretty soon."
He didn't meet her eyes for another moment, instead focused on getting his office in order as much as it could be for the evening, and Y/N plunked his red pen back into its metal cup. She stretched as she stood from her chair wordlessly, letting out a light yawn. "Yeah, that's a good call. I think we're both a little out of it; probably not the best for grading essays right now." She offered Thomas a conciliatory smile when he glanced over at her. He nodded.
"I think you're right." A moment passed in silence as he dug through one of his folders, dropped something into one of the drawers of his desk. It almost seemed offhanded when he asked, "Any chance I can offer you a ride home? Your place is on my way."
"Oh, um..." She blinked as she trailed off, looking back at him in surprise as she picked up her bag. When she didn't continue, only eyeing him warily, he sighed.
"Don't look at me like that." He shrugged on his jacket. "I don't have some ulterior motive, alright? If you don't wanna accept, don't worry about it; I won't be offended. Just wanna make sure you're gettin' home safe."
"I dunno..." She paused, seeming to have corrected herself midsentence when she finished with, "... Professor Jefferson. I'm not sure it's the best idea."
"Your call," he said, and he hesitated for a long moment before continuing. "For the future, can I ask you to just tell me straight out if I'm ever makin' you uncomfortable? Wish I could pretend this was just any other circumstance—" He gestured between the two of them. "—but it's my first time spendin' a semester teachin' a student who I slept with before, and I'm really tryin' not to overstep."
How matter-of-factly he spoke made Y/N laugh, a genuine, albeit surprised, laugh. "Don't worry. I'm not uncomfortable; I just don't know if it's smart for me to keep testing my self-control."
He watched her skeptically as she spoke, pulling her own coat back on. "... Alright, but I'm serious. Don't hesitate to bring it up if I'm toein' a line."
She looked back at him, amusement thick in her gaze. "Thanks, but I'm not sure your untarnished intentions are going to stop this from being weird once in a while. It's also my first time having a professor who I've screwed, for the record."
He smiled. "I figured."
"But if I really minded," she continued, buttoning up her jacket. "I wouldn't spend so much time in your office hours, and I certainly wouldn't have agreed to be your TA. Seriously, relax."
He sighed. "That's... reassurin', actually."
"I'm glad."
"But what was that about you testin' your self-control?" He raised a teasing eyebrow, and she laughed outright.
"See, you say you're trying to respect my boundaries, but when you go down that path, I have to wonder exactly where you think those boundaries are."
"I'm drawin' the line where it stops just bein' talk, Y/N," he said, and she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, though. 'S why I need to know your boundaries. You've gotta talk to me; I don't wanna push it 'n make you feel unsafe."
"You're a good guy for even asking this, Thomas," she said, and he didn't even react before she corrected herself, "Sorry; Professor Jefferson. But I mean it, you've never once made me feel unsafe. Please don't stress over it."
"Alright. Lemme know if that changes." He eyed her with a certain degree of worry. "As long as we're talkin' about you bein' unsafe, though, 'm still waitin' to hear exactly how you're plannin' to get home tonight."
She gave him a soft smile. "Is the offer for a ride still on the table?"
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James's house party was exactly a week from that night. It'd been all Dolley wanted to talk about ever since they were invited, and Y/N couldn't help her consistent, underlying, low-level dread as she anticipated the event. She wasn't intimidated by the prospect of an apartment full of graduate students; that much was genuinely the truth. The real issue she had was with being in an apartment full of strangers while her only friend present was off being wooed by the grad student she'd now had her eye on for months.
She kept repeating to herself that it was only a few hours, and then she'd be able to hold it over Dolley's head until the day they were both six feet under.
"That's what you're wearing?" Y/N raised an eyebrow at Dolley's cable-knit sweater and black jeans, and she furrowed her brow.
"What's wrong with it? We're dressed practically the same."
"But I'm not going there tonight looking to getting laid," she pointed out, and Dolley huffed.
"If I change, you have to change. I can't look like I made more of an effort than you did; it'll make me seem out of place."
"Come on; this sweater's comfortable," Y/N groaned. "I've already agreed to go with you; I feel like my contribution is finished. I'm not trying to look hot; I'm trying to blend in."
"What if one of his econ-student friends is hot?"
"Then I'll wait until the night's over and never see him again." The look she gave Dolley very clearly read 'duh,' and Dolley scowled.
"Come on, you don't even have to wear anything flashy," she pleaded. "If I change, can't you just put on a tank top? Or something tighter? Or a skirt? Something?"
Y/N eyed Dolley's expression dubiously; she'd figured the emotional manipulation would've ended the week before when she agreed to come to the party with her, but apparently not. Ultimately, she sighed — even these past few weeks had been the longest amount of time she'd seen Dolley attached to the same guy. She could make an exception. "Fine."
Dolley squealed, pulling her into a hug. "Alright; go change quickly. Grab the nice vodka and meet me in the car."
"Wait, we're bringing the nice vodka?" Y/N called after her, incredulous. "Hang on, we spent almost twenty bucks on that! We can't bring it to share!"
Dolley didn't respond, and Y/N let out a sigh of defeat.
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"James, hey!" When they arrived at his apartment, Dolley didn't waste a moment before pulling him into a hug. They hadn't even passed the doorway. While it seemed to have caught him by surprise, it only took him a second to process her sudden action before his arm fell to the small of her back.
"Hey, I'm glad that both of you could make it," he said, nodding to Y/N with a smile as she stood awkwardly behind them. Dolley finally pulled away. "Can I get you two something to drink?"
"That would be excellent." Dolley flashed him a wide smile as they walked in, Y/N pulling the door shut behind her.
"Actually, where are the drinks?" Y/N asked, hands tucked into her pockets as she surveyed the space. The apartment was cute, bigger than Y/N would've expected that James could afford on the budget of a student, and it was, as expected, littered with James's other friends, slumped on his couch, laying on each other, seated on the floor — wherever they could fit, really. The three who'd all slotted themselves into the same armchair were passing a blunt back and forth, and Y/N wondered how difficult it'd be for her to get in on that. "We brought a bottle."
James raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Mhm. Doll, it's in your purse, right?"
"Yeah, hang on a minute." Dolley's words were all but absentminded as she pulled her purse from her shoulder, unzipping it and beginning to dig through her mountains of knickknacks.
"Well, that's nice of you, but it was awfully unnecessary." James gave her a warm smile. "Let me show you both to the kitchen."
"Thanks, James," Y/N responded; Dolley seemed preoccupied with her purse, though, her brows knitting more and more tightly by the second as she overturned her empty lipstick tubes and discarded keychains. Y/N nudged her with her elbow. "Everything alright?"
She let out a heavy sigh. "We left the vodka in the car."
"You're kidding," Y/N groaned. "I was looking forward to breaking that open."
"I'm sorry, dear," Dolley said, lightly squeezing Y/N's forearm. "Let me just run out and get it. I'll be back in a moment."
"No, you're fine. I'll grab it," Y/N said quickly, plastering on a smile before Dolley could move. "I'd rather leave you two to your own devices. Can I borrow your keys?"
Dolley rolled her eyes at how Y/N wiggled her eyebrows; she even coaxed a laugh out of James. "Of course. Remember to lock the car, and be back soon."
"You've got it." Y/N sent her a wink as she caught the keys Dolley tossed her, turning swiftly on her heel toward their door.
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The walk back to the building's parking garage was cold; Y/N was grateful the concrete walls were there to stifle the chill of the wind, but she regretted letting Dolley talk her into that tank top.
She'd left the bottle in the glove compartment, apparently, something Y/N only found after digging through the trunk and the backseat. She didn't mind how long the expedition ended up taking her; the longer she could stall returning to the party, the better. The night would inevitably be painful, as she saw it; she had no desire to third-wheel James and Dolley for hours, so her best hope was to find someone to get drunk or high with.
Almost a half-hour had passed before she once again found herself at James's apartment door, still shivering from the cold spring night and, that time, armed with 750 milliliters of Absolut Citron Vodka. She was almost grateful for how long the walk up had been. By then, she could hear the bass booming from whatever music they'd set up; the sound of heavily overlapping chatter was muffled through the door yet still notably prominent. She rang the doorbell with hesitant fingers, wondering for a moment whether or not Dolley would even notice if she spent the remainder of the night getting drunk and playing Angry Birds in her locked car.
The click of the door unlocking broke her musings.
"Hey, so I got the vodka; do you know where Dolley—?" She cut herself off midsentence when it was swung entirely open. It'd taken her a moment too long to process who was standing before her, no longer in the slacks and button-down she'd gotten used to, but instead wearing a tight, v-neck t-shirt and jeans. She held Thomas's wide-eyed stare with one of her own. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here, last I checked," he said. Her eyes widened. "What are you doin' here?"
She eyed him dubiously for another moment, unsure whether she could've just been losing her mind. He just watched her tentatively, and ultimately, she let out a halfhearted, breathy laugh. "James invited me. Do you know his friend Dolley?"
"I've heard of her," he responded mildly, and Y/N nodded, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, I'm her roommate." He didn't respond at first, still seeming hesitant to respond one way or another, and her shadow of a smile broadened to a cheeky grin; she extended her hand for him to shake. "Y/N. It's nice to meet you."
Another beat passed without him knowing quite how to react, glancing down to her outstretched hand. "... Are you serious, right now?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" She raised an eyebrow. "...and you are?"
His skepticism didn't subside for another moment; the next ten seconds were akin to a standoff, and Y/N didn't let up with her cheery front. Finally, he let out a breathy laugh, raking a hand through his hair. "Thomas. 'M James's roommate." He shook her hand obligingly, and she looked beyond self-contented at the entertained glint in his eye. "C'mon in."
She followed him inside, self-satisfaction building in her chest, and he glanced back over his shoulder to her. "So, almost everyone's in the livin' room, and drinks are in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever."
"Thanks. You've got a nice place," she replied, perusing the rooms as they crossed through them. "D'you know where James is, by chance?"
"Not sure; why?" His voice was raised over the racket flooding in from all sides.
"Because wherever he is, I'm sure Dolley isn't far behind," she said, voice low and bordering on sour, and Thomas grinned.
"I saw them goin' to his room a little while back, so you might not have a lotta luck." She groaned at his words, and he laughed quietly, looking to her with tentative eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he nudged her arm. "Here, c'mon. Let's get you a drink, and I'll introduce you to my friends."
Her eyebrows shot up. Quite frankly, she'd expected to be on her own for the evening, spending the next couple hours sniffing out the stoners who could help her make the time pass a little bit more quickly. Thomas's expression was wary at her reaction. "That okay? You're welcome to go it alone."
His gentle tone eased her livewire nerves. She offered him a small smile. "No, no, a drink sounds excellent. Thanks."
He grinned. "Alright, sweetheart. C'mon." Her skin jumped under his touch when his hand came to rest at the small of her back, leading her through the tightly packed crowd alongside him, but he didn't seem to notice. Though she could feel heat rushing to her cheeks, she followed without hesitation.
The pair emerged just a few short minutes later with two red Solo cups. Y/N appeared to be substantially less bitter than she had been, whether the smile she wore was because Thomas had managed to placate her with his advanced mixology skills (he'd never give away his elusive vodka Sprite recipe) or because of, for once, how relaxed he seemed with her, his arm having fallen to her waist as he gave her the 411 on everyone she'd soon find scattered on the couches.
Part of her couldn't help but be surprised, though she didn't let that ruin her relaxation. She supposed it must have just been the change in environment, but the difference in attitude between this Thomas and her Professor Jefferson seemed to be night and day. Gone was the cautious air of professionalism, the guarded front he carried when he discussed with her their most recent unit.
It may have just been because he was already two beers deep into the evening, but no matter.
Upon reaching his living room, Thomas was greeted enthusiastically by a few different (incredibly attractive) people, including the three she'd seen sharing a joint earlier on.
"Thomas!" one of the women shouted. "Come sit with us! Where have you been all night?"
"Oh, hey, Maria; 's nice to see you, too. I'm great, thanks for askin'," he said sarcastically, offering her a contrived smile, and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, whatever. I just don't like being avoided, Jefferson," she replied, giving him an unamused look. "So are you joining us or not, hm? Time-sensitive offer."
He cracked a grin. "Yeah, yeah, alright." He glanced down to Y/N and raised an eyebrow, a silent ask as to whether or not she wanted to stay, and she gave him a small smile, a short nod.
They both took seats on the couch opposite Maria, Thomas nonchalantly greeting the man on at its furthest end who he called 'Monroe.' Y/N didn't bother to question it — quite frankly, she never expected to be in any sort of situation meeting Thomas's friends, and she certainly hadn't seen it coming when she was leaving home that night. She shifted in her seat, feeling rather self-conscious and out of her league on this.
"And who is your pretty friend, hm?" The man sitting beside Maria turned to Y/N with a bright, curious smile. "Where 'ave you been hiding 'er from us?"
At that, she laughed — his buoyant manner eased her nerves, if only in the least. "I'm Y/N."
Before she could determine exactly how to explain her knowing Thomas, Lafayette cut in, eyes shining. "Ah, you are ze TA, non?"
"Oh, um..." Her eyebrows shot up. "Yeah, that's me. You've heard about me?"
"We cannot seem to stop 'earing about you, chérie," he drawled, wearing a wry smile. "Although, I do not believe zat someone told us you would be 'ere tonight." Though he gave Thomas a pointed look, taking another hit of the lit blunt he held lazily between his fingers, and Thomas only rolled his eyes.
"James invited her, actually," he said. "Y'know his girl Dolley? Y/N's her roommate."
Y/N mentally archived his words; she was sure Dolley would enjoy hearing she'd been referred to as 'James's girl.' Lafayette raised his eyebrows. "What a twist of fate," he mused. "If not for James, we may 'ave only ever been able to 'ear your stories about 'er. It is lovely to meet you, Y/N."
"Yeah, you too." She offered him a timid smile, adjusting the straps of her shirt. "So what's Thomas told you about me, then?"
The woman sitting beside Maria on the end of the other couch, legs draped over her lap, interjected, "Just about everything, honey. I mean, first, all the gossip about him accidentally having slept with a student, of course."
While Y/N was thoroughly entertained, Thomas rolled his eyes, but how he was shifting in his seat betrayed his air of nonchalance. The woman continued, "And since then, you've been an ever-growing saga. My favorite story is still you going to his office just to yell at him." The look in her eyes was amused as they flickered between Y/N and Thomas. "Personally, I find it more entertaining than the grumbling about not knowing how to teach a student he's fucked, especially when the sex was so—"
"Alright, that's about enough, Ang," Thomas cut her off, looking more exasperated than annoyed as he shot her a warning look, and she wore a wide grin.
"Oh, come on, I was just getting started," she complained. "Not my fault you can't keep things to yourself. I just don't think it's fair to keep poor Y/N here in the dark."
"Yeah, really, Jefferson," Maria piped back up. "Don't you think she should get a say?"
She raised her eyebrows at Y/N with a playful smile, and she couldn't help the grin she wore that threatened to broaden. However, Thomas scowled.
"Remind me to get friends who aren't gonna rat me out, next time." He took a sip of his drink, eyeing Maria and Angelica dubiously, but neither of them wavered. Y/N raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, so you're owning up to it?"
He looked over at her with an irked gaze, but the corners of his lips were quirked up. "You stay outta this."
"Hey, that isn't fair!" she protested, knocking her elbow into his, and he pursed his lips. "This is all absolutely my business. I feel like my privacy as a student's been violated, professor."
"Oh, so now you'll call me 'professor'?"
Despite how skeptically he was eyeing her, his smile grew, and she shrugged innocently. "I've been doing my best."
"'M sure you have."
"You don't sound too sure," she countered, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't like having my integrity questioned. Shouldn't you be able to trust your TA?"
"Maybe I will once you prove yourself worth trusting." He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, please. If anything, you're the one who's proved you can't keep a secret." The side of her thigh rested against his as she cast a pointed glance back at his friends. "I guess, next time, I'll have to be sure not to sleep with such a gossip, won't I?"
He grinned. "Good luck finding someone better."
He looked beyond self-satisfied as her eyes widened; her heart jumped to her throat. Despite everything, the air between them was charged, and Lafayette raised an eyebrow.
It took Y/N a moment to break his heavy gaze, not having noticed the silence stretching on throughout the group. Angelica and Maria exchanged a glance. It wasn't until he met Lafayette's skeptical stare that Thomas cleared his throat, cracking the atmosphere.
"I'm gonna go get myself another drink," he said, pushing himself up off of the couch. He glanced down at Y/N, and then turned to the rest of his friends. "Try not to traumatize Y/N while I'm gone."
"Oh, no need to worry," Lafayette said, his gaze alight, and Thomas narrowed his eyes skeptically. "We will take very good care of 'er."
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Thomas returned later than he'd planned to — the couple broken bottles and failed keg stand he found in his kitchen were an unfortunate detour — but when he did, Lafayette had taken his seat, and Monroe had split. Y/N sat all but leaning into his side, giggling at whatever it was he was saying as they passed his joint back and forth, and in turn, Thomas took the now-empty seat on Y/N's other side.
She'd just finished shouting something over at Maria when Thomas spoke, breaking her focus.
"So I see you two got awful close while I was gone," he said, tone dry as he glanced between her and Lafayette, and Y/N only seemed to notice just then that he was even there. She turned to him with a mellow grin.
"Hey, Thomas, Lafayette was just telling me all about how you went to undergrad together." A hardly-contained giggle was concealed in her voice. He raised an eyebrow.
"That so?"
Y/N nodded, absentmindedly taking the blunt back from where Lafayette held it out to her. "I hear you were just as uptight then as you are now."
"Oh, I'm uptight, now?" When she shrugged unapologetically, he didn't meet her gaze, instead leaning around to look at Lafayette, who looked beyond pleased with himself. "So by 'take care of her' you meant you were gonna get Y/N high?"
Lafayette shrugged, wearing a lazy smile. "You did not ask me to elaborate on it, mon cher."
Thomas's deadpanned expression didn't change, but Y/N snickered at Lafayette's words before taking another hit. She leaned back onto his shoulder as she turned in her seat to face Thomas, scrutinizing the whole of his stature, and he winced when she inadvertently blew smoke into his face.
"What, are you jealous?" she drawled, her tone taunting, and Thomas raised an unamused eyebrow.
"'Jealous'?" he repeated, almost in disbelief, and she shrugged.
"Mmhmm." Her hum of agreement was drawn out dramatically. "Why do you feel the need to judge me for it? Y'know, if you wanted a hit, you could've just asked." When she extended Lafayette's joint to him as if it were an olive branch, watching him expectantly all the while, he hesitated, unsure if that was the candid conclusion she'd drawn. Her conviction didn't waver; he could only laugh.
"Alright, sweetheart." He leaned forward, and she looked pleased when he plucked it from between her fingers. "I think you've had about enough of that."
However, moments later, he put it out on a coaster, and she whined. "Hey. Don't be an ass." She plastered on a pout, kicking his calf halfheartedly, and she slumped back onto Lafayette, looking up at him with disappointment. "Looks like you were right about 'uptight.'"
Lafayette matched her frown, shifting so his arm was resting at her waist as they both faced Thomas. "And to think zat I paid good money just for zat to go to waste."
"Stop being a spoilsport, Thomas," Maria shouted, eyeing him with contempt. "You're not Y/N's mother; let her live."
"I'm not actin' like anybody's mother," he scowled, throwing a pillow in her direction, and missing by about a foot.
"Could've fooled me," Angelica muttered into her drink, and while Thomas glared at her, Y/N laughed.
"Oh, loosen up." Thomas's eyebrows shot up when she pulled her legs up into his lap, now fully laying on Lafayette's torso. "We aren't in class, professor."
He eyed her skeptically. "Y'know, if my friends didn't seem to like you more than they like me, I'd have started tryin' to kick you outta here by now." Despite his dry tone, the words held no bite, and she laughed.
"Well, I'm James's guest, not yours, so I don't think that's quite within your jurisdiction," she replied frankly, wearing a wide, sly smile. "Besides, you're just bitter I'm stealing your friends."
"She makes an excellent point," Lafayette interjected, wearing a playful smile, and Y/N giggled as she leaned back to look at him. However, Thomas only rolled his eyes.
Though no retort sat on the tip of his tongue, his focus instead on how his stomach turned as Lafayette's arm looped around Y/N's waist, pulling her close, any chance he had to respond died the moment the brief rapport between Lafayette and Y/N was interrupted, both their voices light.
"I'm glad to see that you've all made yourselves comfortable." Everyone turned, though at different rates, toward the voice at the other side of the couch. There stood one James Madison, looking as cool and collected as ever, Dolley at his side. However, she didn't so much hold up the composed air; her hair was mussed, though she'd obviously tried to push it back into place, if only hastily, and her cheeks were still flushed pink with James's arm around her.
"Hey, haven't seen you two in a while," Y/N said, wearing a sly, lazy smile. "What have you been up to back in James's room, huh?"
"We were just talking," Dolley defended timidly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, but her wide grin betrayed her bashfulness.
"Oh, I'm sure," Y/N replied, voice saturated with sarcasm. "And a prerequisite for that is obviously locking yourselves in his bedroom."
Dolley didn't respond, just pursed her lips, only meeting Y/N's gaze, but James laughed good-naturedly. "In any case, we've returned. I trust everyone's made you feel welcome, Y/N?"
She shrugged, glancing to the group around her. "More or less. Would've been better if someone hadn't decided to play bad cop and restrict any 'illegal or dangerous activity,'" she said, tying together all the haughtiness she could manage into her voice as she gave Thomas a pointed look. However, he only shrugged unapologetically.
Lafayette took that moment to pipe up, though. "And, now, why did you not bother to tell anyone zat Y/N would be joining us after we 'ad all 'eard so much about 'er?" His tone was accusatory, but James didn't quite seem to follow, his brow furrowed.
"What do you mean 'after we had all heard so much about her'?" he echoed, but his gaze drew back to Y/N and then to Thomas, and he raised his eyebrows, seeming to have connected the dots. "Hang on, is this your Y/N?"
Y/N couldn't have explained why she felt her skin begin to heat at the words, but she certainly wasn't about to protest them. Thomas scowled. "She's my TA, assumin' that's what you mean."
"That was not what I meant, but it answers my question regardless," James said, but as he spoke, Dolley's face split into a grin.
"So I take it you're 'Professor Jefferson,' then?"
"Thomas," he corrected her with an easy smile, extending a hand for her to shake. "And where've you heard about me?" He glanced to Y/N with his words, a teasing eyebrow raised, and she huffed.
"I see that IR degree you like to flaunt must not have tested your inductive reasoning skills." Her scowl didn't hide her unease, and he grinned, lightly squeezing her calf where her legs were draped over his.
"No need to be so hostile, sweetheart."
Dolley's smile was knowing as she glanced between the two of them. "In any case, I've been told quite a bit about you. Though, you're much bigger in person."
That one genuinely had him confused. "Bigger than what?"
"That faculty profile picture on the university website that a certain someone keeps showing me?" she explained, and he laughed outright. In the meantime, Y/N had managed to weasel Lafayette's drink from his hand and drain the cup in one fell swoop, claiming that 'she needed it far more than he did.' He didn't put up much of a fight.
However, Thomas was far from done. "Oh, really, now?" he said, lips pursed to stifle his entertainment as he looked over to Y/N, meeting her wavering glare. "Wonder who that could be."
Y/N didn't respond, didn't trust her voice enough to try to when Thomas's hand rested on her knee, and she could feel her cheeks flare. "I don't know how I'm expected to make it through tonight without weed," she grumbled, shifting where she sat against Lafayette, not meeting Thomas's eyes. Dolley's grin mirrored Thomas's, then.
"Aw, is everything okay, dear? Did I say something wrong?" she asked mildly, and Y/N's withering gaze turned to her.
"Oh, don't you start," she said, accusation heavy in her voice as she jabbed a wavering finger at Dolley. "You're really gonna throw me under the bus like this after I came here just so you could fuck James?"
To Y/N's dismay, Dolley looked far from ashamed at her words, her playful expression holding firm. "I think that perhaps you're just jealous."
Y/N hummed noncommittally. "Mmh, don't give yourself too much credit, babe. You're not that good in bed."
While Dolley could only gape at her for another moment as she passed Lafayette back his empty plastic cup, something he didn't seem to mind, James looked thoroughly entertained. "Is there something happening between the two of you that I should be worried about?"
"Nah, don't worry." Y/N shifted in her seat to turn, looking back at him now. "You're more than welcome to my sloppy seconds."
"Y/N!" Dolley all but recoiled, seemingly incredulous at the claim. When Y/N only shrugged in response, she turned to James with wide, pleading eyes. "Believe me, she and I were never together."
"Oh?" he asked, turning to Y/N, who sighed.
"Alright, alright. I don't wanna push it, so I'll confess: I broke it off with Dolley before it could ever get that far," she drawled, having contrived a forlorn facade. "Her loss, really."
"Oh, I'm sure it is," Dolley said, rolling her eyes, and when a grin split her friend's expression, Dolley turned to Thomas, meeting his amused gaze. "Would you care to corroborate?"
Then, it was Dolley's turn to be entertained. Thomas was only glad they couldn't see the blood drain from his face at the point-blank question, though his surprised unease was obvious in his wide-eyed stare. He tensed, and Y/N could feel it as the fingertips of his hand resting on her lower thigh tightened around her leg. "Excuse me?"
Y/N bit back a smile. She glanced between the two of them, and Dolley's expression was a duplicate of her own hardly-suppressed laugh, but seeing Thomas's obvious discomfort, she could only sigh.
"My buzz from Lafayette's weed is wearing off," she said, the words directed at no one in particular, withdrawing her legs from their place on Thomas's lap and pushing herself up from where she sat against Lafayette. She turned to Dolley when she stood. "I'm gonna grab myself something to drink. You wanna come with me?"
She swallowed her grin. "I'd love to."
Y/N looped her arm through Dolley's as she began to pull away from the group, dealing out a fleeting apology to James for stealing his girl. Once they were out of earshot, had reached a quiet lull with the crowd in the kitchen, Dolley turned to Y/N with an arched brow.
"You and Professor Fuck-Me were getting pretty friendly back there, weren't you?"
"'Professor Fuck-Me'?" Y/N repeated with a snort. "Creative."
"I'm entirely serious, dear," Dolley said, wearing a teasing smile as she nudged Y/N with her elbow. "I faintly recall saying something about James's friends being just your type. Was I wrong?"
"Oh, come on, don't do this," Y/N groaned. "We've long since agreed that nothing's going to happen. Him being James's roommate doesn't suddenly change the fact I'm an undergrad, for fuck's sake."
"Well, if he and James are around the same age, he isn't much older than you and I. So if I can get with James, why would you and Thomas be so illicit?"
"Because James doesn't work here, Dolley," she said, looking at her seriously as she reached for the vodka they'd brought (and she'd tucked out of sight behind the toaster next to the fridge). "Thomas, a professor, getting with me, a student, could end his career. You do realize that, don't you?"
Dolley sighed as she dug through the cooler in front of the counter, ultimately withdrawing a Fanta, and Y/N quirked a brow. Dolley was either preparing to be their designated driver, or she was trying not to get so buzzed that James wouldn't fuck her, and Y/N could only hope it was the former. After a moment, Dolley responded, "Yes, I know it's futile, but isn't it a nice thought?"
"...Sure." Y/N looked skeptical.
"Oh, please, you know it, too," Dolley reasoned, dismissing Y/N's hesitation with a wave of her hand. "You're clearly attracted to one another, and I'm dating his roommate. It would be—"
"Can we stop talking in impossible hypotheticals?" Y/N cut her off. "I get that you think it'd be fun, but I'm both his student and his TA. It's not like that. He and I are friends." The added emphasis on her final word did little to dissuade Dolley, but Y/N had something of a point. Why hope for what you can't have?
Before Dolley could respond, Y/N went on, "But, hey, can we go back to the fact that you and James are dating now? Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"
She bit her lip to keep back her smile. "Oh. Well, it's not... official, really, but he asked me on our first actual date just a couple of hours ago. We're doing dinner and a movie next week."
"Dolley!" Y/N exclaimed, swatting her arm. Her jaw was slack, her awestruck expression mildly contrived, but her excitement was entirely genuine. "That's so exciting. I'm really glad for you. Seriously."
"Thank you, but we've yet to see how the date actually goes," Dolley said. Y/N didn't appreciate her dismal tone.
"You already know him pretty well. And you already know you like him," Y/N pointed out. "I think you'll have a good time, but you can always text me if you need me to call you with a horror story about how my spleen gave out and I desperately need you to drive me to the emergency room."
"I appreciate the offer, dear, but shouldn't you call an ambulance instead?"
"Under this healthcare system?" Y/N eyed Dolley as though she was losing her mind. "I'd sooner Uber."
"How lovely to hear that you'd die if I weren't around to take care of you," Dolley said dryly, finally cracking open her soda. "I can only imagine what you'll do after graduation."
"Get health insurance, ideally," Y/N huffed, the sound akin to a wry laugh, but her heart wasn't in it — even with all the hot-for-teacher jokes she'd been making for the past few weeks, that was her least believable quip. She took a long sip from the fresh, new, shiny Solo cup she'd poured herself and nudged Dolley. "Hey, when we go back, you've gotta stop making jokes about me screwing Thomas. They're cute behind closed doors, but you're just making him uncomfortable."
Dolley didn't meet Y/N's eyes as she started back toward their living room. "Alright, but only because I love you. I wouldn't want Thomas to take my place in your heart."
"Aw, Doll, he could never!" Y/N called after her, "You know I've only got eyes for you."
"You'd better." Dolley sent her a wink as they reached James and company.
When they finally turned, breaking the playful eye contact, they found Lafayette and Maria crouched on the floor beside their coffee table, laying out a hoard of plastic cups. Y/N assumed they weren't looking to try their hand at speed stacking. "Are we playing beer pong?" Dolley asked, glancing between the pair.
"Yeah, you in?" Maria asked, raising an eyebrow as she held up a ping-pong ball between two fingers. Dolley grinned.
"Absolutely." When she turned to James, though, Y/N was mildly offended; she folded her arms as Dolley offered him a hand. "Care to join me?"
He joined her wordlessly, giving a shrug, but he wore a wide smile, and Y/N scoffed loudly. "Excuse me?" James looked taken aback at her combative tone, turning swiftly on his heel to face her. Nevertheless, Dolley wasn't taking her too seriously, and for good reason. "You sleep with one grad student, and suddenly, years of winning beer pong together mean nothing to you?"
Dolley rolled her eyes, glancing between her and Thomas with a sly, growing smile. "No need to be jealous, dear. I'm sure you can find a perfectly suitable graduate of your own."
When Dolley met his gaze, watching him expectantly, he looked her up and down, a dubious eyebrow raised. "What're you lookin' at?"
"Oh, sure, act as if you don't know," she said, stare turning skeptical. "Y/N, you may want to find yourself a more perceptive professor in the future. I'm not so sure about this one."
Y/N laughed when she turned back away from the table to see Thomas's bewildered expression. "Oh, c'mon, lay off of him." Y/N tugged Dolley back over to her by the arm, and as she finally joined her, giggling, Y/N stole a fleeting, amused glance back at Thomas before looking to Lafayette with a smile. "You need a partner?"
The man in question folded his arms, eyes shining and his brow raised. "Are you offering?"
"Only if you're willing to accept." She shrugged. "After all, I just got dumped by my old partner," —she gave Dolley a pointed look to which she responded with a wide, unapologetic grin— "so it looks like I'm back on the market."
Neither noticed Thomas eyeing them dubiously from the couch just off to one side.
"Alright zen, Y/N," Lafayette responded, a smile lurking at the corner of his mouth. "Welcome to ze winning team. You 'ad better not tarnish my perfect record." He threw an arm around her shoulders, and obligingly, she went alongside him to the far side of the table. Thomas knocked back the rest of his drink in one heavy sip.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Y/N said, her gaze dragging over the elaborate (and precarious) setup on the low-set coffee table — she pitied the rug beneath it; it almost certainly didn't know what it had coming. When she looked up, Dolley and James had taken their positions across from them. However, while Dolley looked like she meant business, eyeing the scene before her, brow knit as she rolled a ping pong ball between her fingers, James looked slightly perturbed.
Y/N glanced back to Lafayette with a teasing look. "But you'd better be able to keep up."
"Mm, I make no promises, yet with zat attitude, you may 'ave just met your match." He looked her up and down appraisingly, and when she caught sight of the mischievous glint in his eyes as they stalled toward her hips, she swallowed hard.
"We'll see about that," she replied, and despite the confidence she tried to inject into her voice, the words came out meek under his heavy gaze. He grinned at the sudden timidity of her smile; when his arm came to rest at her waist, pulling her back around to look at the table before them as he promptly began talking strategy, heat rose in her cheeks. Her mouth was dry.
And Thomas was nowhere to be found.
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The night didn't come to a close for hours, which was saying something considering how late it'd begun, and several (entirely successful) games of beer pong later, the crowd was just beginning to dwindle. James and Dolley seemed to be attached at the hip, something which had Y/N feeling more conflicted than she'd have liked to — she was glad to see them happy, certainly, but her own Dolley deficiency meant that, for the most part, she was on her own in navigating her novel state of limbo with Thomas, as confusing as it was exhilarating. She could only pretend to mind it, though.
She'd latched onto Lafayette at some point among their continued victories; she'd liked to have chalked it up to his friendly, outgoing nature, making her feel easily welcome, but she couldn't pretend that it wasn't in large part due to the tight tank top he wore and the circumference of his arms. And she made sure to tell him so, too, as the night went on and she sank deeper into the setup of what was sure to manifest an impressive hangover come morning. Lafayette's breezy laugh at her proclamation put her at ease. Neither took the interaction too seriously.
At the end of the day, her easy willingness to fall into the mellow atmosphere he dragged alongside him had less to do with him and more to do with her desperation to stop focusing on how Thomas had hardly said five words to her since Dolley had earlier been sure to tell him how utterly enamored Y/N was with him. That was also her motivation to throw back whatever liqueur came her way, and while those two impacts may not pay off long-term, for the time being, they only meant getting drunk with an unreasonably attractive Frenchman. Y/N sleeping with her professor may have been off-limits, but no one said anything about the touchy-feely exchange student with the blinding smile and the sharp tongue. She couldn't help but briefly wonder what else his tongue was good for.
As the party finally came to a close, and as people began to say their goodbyes, the remaining attendees were scattered around their apartment, far more sparse than they had been.
Y/N stumbled out of their bathroom bleary-eyed and with her phone's flashlight on. Dolley had long since withdrawn back into James's bedroom, and Y/N couldn't even complain — she was just relieved that she couldn't hear whatever they were up to from where she stood.
She kept a hand on the wall to her right as she unsteadily navigated the straight hallway, much more of a challenge than it should've been, all the while her thoughts oscillating between her internal turmoil over Thomas's sudden aloofness and how in the world she was supposed to get home five drinks closer to the end of the night than she'd begun. With her mind elsewhere, she didn't process her flashlight catching the silhouette of the lumbering figure who'd suddenly emerged from the doorway just before her until it was a second too late.
He noticed the moment he entered the hallway, however; he didn't have enough time to stop it short.
Y/N yelped as she stumbled forward, tripping over his shoe and grasping desperately at his clothing in her desperate bid not to end up on the floor with a carpet burn all the way down her chin and an ache in her chest.
"Woah, woah, woah." He turned to her frantically, the panic in his eyes fueling his actions to be just quick enough. It didn't stop her from falling — he was no miracle worker — but she fell instead into an unsurprisingly strong chest, large hands finding her waist. She dropped her phone somewhere in the havoc, and he winced as the flashlight shone directly up into his face; despite this, his expression eased when he saw the smile she wore upon catching sight of his face. "You alright, there?"
"Thomas, hey." Her eyelids drooped in her tired enthusiasm. "Where have you been all night? Missed you. We all missed you." The heavy pout she wore with the claim just made him chuckle, and she took in a deep breath, stifling a yawn, as she tried to pull herself up from her hands on his shoulders. "And when were you this tall?"
He laughed, helping her back up to a standing position, but back on her feet, she was still relying heavily on him for a crutch. "I've been around, sweetheart. Guess you just didn't notice me."
"Or you've been avoiding me," she accused as he helped her back toward the living room. Her staggering steps were far from steady, and her voice was reduced to a weary drawl as she stumbled over her own feet.
Thomas raised an eyebrow, though. "Not my fault you've been so focused on Lafayette all night."
"Not my fault he was the one being nice to me," she grumbled, but almost the moment the words left her mouth, she looked up at him with apology in her gaze. He didn't even have time to react. "Not that you haven't been nice. I didn't mean that you're not nice. You're so nice, too. You're too nice. I don't—"
"Relax," he cut her off, his voice soft and eyes glinting with amusement. "No offense taken."
"This is what I mean by too nice," she said, words slurred. She jabbed a finger into his shoulder even as they walked. "Too forgiving. Learn to be meaner."
"So you'd rather I did take offense."
"That's not what I said," she protested with a huff, the sentence sounding as childish as her intentions felt. She sniffled. "Stop twisting my words. I was so happy to see you before; can we go back to that? Meanie."
He quirked a brow. "I'm mean again, now?"
She scowled. "No. I wish you were mean, 'cause then I wouldn't just have to blame myself for being bitter, and it's not fair, either, and I'm just moping 'cause you haven't been around all night. When I walked in and saw you, I thought my night might be okay, asshole. Didn't know I'd hardly see you."
"You've seen plenty of me," he countered, and she grinned.
"Oh, yeah? In more ways than one, right?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and his deadpanned stare only made her burst into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help his small smile. Despite her protests of his not having been around all night, this was the most attention she'd paid him since being introduced to Lafayette, and he couldn't say he minded the paradigm shift.
"Somethin' like that. How much have you had to drink?" he asked, and her shrug with her shoulder pressed into his side was halfhearted.
"Lost count. I'm gonna regret it in the morning, but not so much I'm gonna spend four hours throwing up." She grinned, trying to nudge him, but her elbow just brushed against the front of his shirt in a feat of hand-eye coordination. "So I obviously did perfect."
"'Obviously'," he echoed, looking down at her dubiously. Her footsteps stalled as she reached down to pick up her phone, struggling to find the button to turn the flashlight off. She struggled to stifle a yawn as she reached around to put it in her back pocket.
"Too bad you didn't have tequila. Then I might've gotten less conscious. If you weren't so fucking nice, I might be pissed," she said matter-of-factly. He just hummed passively. "Where's Lafayette?"
"How would I know? You're the one who's been hangin' onto him all night." There was a certain gruffness in his voice that hadn't been there before, but Y/N was too addled to pick up on it. She frowned, slumping against his chest. "You shouldn't be tryin' to go home with him after this many drinks, anyway."
"I wasn't trying to go home with him," she pouted, but when her steps stuttered, when she struggled not to trip over her own feet, Thomas wrapped an arm tighter around her waist, and she didn't stop him. "I was just gonna ask him for a ride home, 'cause who knows what Dolley's up to with James by now. You don't have to be so protective, y'know. I'm an adult."
"Hey, I know," he said softly, and although she wouldn't have readily admitted it, his gentle tone went far to placate her. "'M sorry."
"You should be," she huffed. "Saying I'm just here to fuck your friends. Can't believe it's what you think of me."
"It's not; that's not what I was sayin'," he defended, but when he looked down at her with a frown, she refused to meet his eyes, gaze fixed firmly on her own feet. "C'mon, sweetheart. You can't really think that."
"You promise?" He couldn't help his pang of guilt when she looked up at him with a wide-eyed, trusting stare, on the brink of tears. He offered her a soft smile, squeezing her side lightly.
"Promise," he confirmed. "Now let's get you out of here; you're wasted. I'll call a cab."
She groaned. "No, don't. I don't wanna get in a car alone with a stranger when I'm this smashed. That's not safe."
Thomas chuckled lightly at her words, raising a surprised eyebrow. "How's your judgment better when you've had a little too much to drink?"
"Shut up," she grumbled, and though she tried to shove him by the shoulder, he wasn't all too dissuaded. "Are Maria and Angelica still here? Think they'd wanna carpool? They seem nice. I could probably convince them."
"I'm sure you could, but they're both long gone."
"So who's still here?" she whined, "I'm too tired to walk home. I don't wanna."
"Y'know, I do have a car," he pointed out. She scowled.
"Yeah, congrats."
"And I can drive you," he added, looking down at her expectantly. She shifted in his grasp, letting out a noise of reluctance.
"No, Thomas, you can't," she said, her voice watery. "You're really, really sweet for offering, and I really appreciate it, but no, I can't ask you to do that when you aren't already leaving anyway. But that's thoughtful. Thank you."
"Seriously? I'm offerin'." Worry was clear in his eyes as she dragged herself forward, clinging to his shoulders. "You don't have too many options, now."
"No, no, it's fine." Her words were slow, the syllables dragging on as she buried herself further in his embrace. "I'm gonna find someone. What about your friend Monroe? Isn't he gonna have to drive himself outta here?"
"'S there somethin' wrong?" She could hear his frown in his voice. "Or d'you just really not want me to drive you that badly?"
"Everything's okay, I'm fine." She let out a short huff as he slowed to a halt, still propping her up. "I do want you to drive me, but I also don't wanna ask you to drive me after you've been avoiding me all night, but I wanna hang out with you. And I know the feeling isn't mutual, and I don't want you to feel like you've gotta drive me. 'M sorry."
"Hey, what're you sorry for?" He nudged her softly. "I haven't been avoidin' you. I dunno what makes you think so."
"It's okay; don't worry. I get it," she assured him, and her smile looked slightly dazed as she rested a hand on his chest. "It's weird that your roommate invited your TA who you fucked to the house party you threw. I know you're just trying to respect my boundaries. And you're such a nice person for it. Honestly. Seriously."
"I'm bein' serious, Y/N," he defended, despite her sappy tone. "'M not avoidin' you."
"You don't gotta defend yourself! It's okay." She gave him an understanding smile, but as her bottom lip pushed out, it was closer to a pout. "I'm lucky you're so careful and sweet about everything that's happened. With us sleeping together, and all."
"I got the implication," he said, a trace of a laugh in his voice.
"Okay, well, I wasn't sure," she defended. He chuckled. "I'm just saying, I'm lucky it was you. It coulda been someone who wanted to exploit this weird dynamic. I'm not sure if you've realized, but you've got a lotta power here."
He furrowed his brow. "I'd never do somethin' like that."
"I know," she agreed softly, and the look in her watering eyes was doting.
She inhaled shakily when she broke his gaze, trying to continue to his living room, but again, when she proved to be a little less steady than she'd thought, her center of balance not quite where she expected, she let out a surprised squeak.
"Woah, there," Thomas laughed, catching her before she could fall any further. She hung desperately onto his arms. "Alright, let's go. Let me drive you home."
She hummed reluctantly. "This is exploitation. You know I'm too tired to be pretending I don't want you to since it'd be so much more trouble for you, and I know you're too nice to insist after I tell you not to. How am I supposed to say no?"
"You ever consider that you aren't?"
Her huff was halfhearted, and she still wore a wide smile. "Alright, alright. You win. Bully."
He grinned. "Mmh, I'm really the worst."
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Getting her out of his apartment and down the stairwell to the garage was quite a process, but twenty minutes later, they were pulling out in his Bentley because of course he couldn't just drive a Subaru like the rest of us. They drove the first few minutes in a warm silence, Y/N still mildly addled with fatigue and vodka.
Thomas stole a glance at her to see her leaning her head back against the chair, her eyes shut, and her soft smile elicited his own. "You have an okay time tonight?"
She hummed, not opening her eyes. "Yeah. I really, really liked your friends. They were all so sweet. It was so nice of Lafayette looking out for me all night. He's nice."
She didn't see Thomas's lips quirk down. "Yeah. Lafayette's really somethin'."
She cracked a eye open to look at him; the tension was clear enough in his voice that even she couldn't miss it. "You okay?"
"Fine."
She frowned. "I know I didn't see you much tonight, but... you know I wasn't actually mad when you took Lafayette's weed, right?"
The question caught him off guard, less for the question itself than for what she was reading into the sudden hostility in his demeanor. "Seriously?"
"It was no big deal," she said softly, tapping her fingers on his car's central console. He laughed. "I know how good your intentions were. You're just... such a caring person." Her huff was quiet, and she put on a small pout. "You're too sweet sometimes, and I dunno what to do with it. Sorry if I made you feel like you weren't. You're such a good person, Thomas. I'm sorry."
Her voice broke with her final sentence, and she took a deep breath, sniffling and pursing her lips, and Thomas looked over, a concerned eyebrow raised. "Are you... tearin' up?" She didn't respond, only nodded, trying to hold down the tears building in her throat, and his gaze melted. "Aw, sweetheart. Hey, relax. It's ok."
His hand covered hers where it sat on the central console, squeezing it lightly, and she looked over at him with a sentimental smile. "'M not—" She inhaled shakily. "I'm not sad. I just really appreciate you. You're so nice. You're always worrying about making sure I'm safe. If you weren't around, I probably would've been abducted, like, probably twice by now."
"I'm not sure tryin' to make sure no one kills you is the height of altruism."
"Yes, it is," she insisted, threading her fingers into his. She didn't see his small smile. "You've called me definitely at least four Ubers by now, and this is the second time you've driven me home. And this gas isn't cheap."
He shook his head, amusement shining in his gaze. "Well I'm not gonna let you pay for your own Ubers. I know how tight money is when you're an undergrad."
She groaned. "Stop being so thoughtful. It's insufferable. You're just reminding me how obnoxious everyone else is 'cause you're always so fucking kind."
He stole another glance in her direction, noting how tired her smile looked, but her gaze was soft despite her facade of exasperation. "I dunno about that. You did think I was avoidin' you all night."
"Yeah, but you didn't wanna make things weird because of our weird history, and I get it! It's probably right. But..." She turned her head, still resting against the back of her seat, to watch him. "Thanks for not making it weird or just acting like I'm some kid who you don't wanna be around. I really liked meeting your friends. Thanks for introducing me." Her thumb brushed across the back of his hand, and her thoughtful gaze fell to where their fingers were interlinked. "I was dreading tonight."
"Oh, yeah?" He gave her a concerned look, and the corners of her lips twitched up. Her warm gaze was a comfort.
"Mhm. I didn't wanna come and I wouldn't if Dolley wasn't so into James, but she really likes him so much," Y/N said, her lazy words running together. "I even put on my good jeans for her 'cause she was worried about being overdressed. Love her so much. But I thought this night was gonna be such a big sacrifice and, like, hours of misery."
"I'm glad it wasn't," Thomas said, and her smile broadened as she met his soft eyes.
"Yeah. Me too. Thanks for treating me like we're friends."
"Aren't we friends?" He raised a hesitant eyebrow at that, at the quiet notice he took of the bittersweet trace in her voice. Her eyes widened.
"I... are we?" She blinked hard, turning toward her door as he took a left turn, as she was afraid her eyes were again beginning to water. "I didn't think you thought we were. I didn't think you wanted to be friends, since you're always keeping me at arm's length, I guess."
"I'm drivin' you home from my apartment at one in the morning," he said matter-of-factly. "I dunno if there's still any degree of removal, there."
"You didn't want me at your apartment in the first place, and you don't have to defend yourself." Her gaze caught on a passing streetlight. "I just didn't think you wanted to be friends."
"I'd like to think we're friends," he said quietly, and she squeezed his hand lightly. He didn't comment on how absurd it was that she thought this was how he treated all of his acquaintances.
"Me too." She sniffed again, reaching up to rub at the corner of her left eye.
"And I'm sorry if I've been holdin' you at arm's length," he added. "I'm just tryin' to keep the fact that we slept together the first night we met from havin' some kinda outsized importance. Don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"You're so respectful. Fuck. Thanks, Thomas," she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut to hold any tears at bay. "Thanks for everything."
He smiled. "'S been my pleasure."
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When they arrived at her building, he offered to walk her up to her apartment, and she didn't put up even a moment of resistance. She knew just as well as he did that trying to make it all the way up to her floor alone would be a losing battle.
They'd been waiting for the elevator for about a minute when she began monologuing an overly-emotional apology about when she went to his office to yell at him, which turned into one about how she wasn't even halfway through the papers he needed to be graded by Monday, which turned into one about how she was exploiting him as a Google Translate substitute for her French class. (She swore she wasn't using him as a means to an end.)
Her eyes were teary when they reached her floor, and he led her down the hall with an arm around her waist as she continued to gripe about how unreasonably kind he was.
"But I'm serious, Thomas, if you weren't so fucking nice all the time, you wouldn't be so easy to exploit, and I wouldn't feel so guilty," she whined, "I can't believe it sometimes."
"Sorry?" he said hesitantly, fighting back a smile at her indignance. She scoffed.
"Why're you apologizing?" she asked, plastering on a pout. "I'm calling you nice, asshole."
He had to laugh, then. "Sure you are, sweetheart."
"I am!" she huffed, folding her arms and looking up at him with wide, watering eyes. "I swear."
"Alright, alright, I believe you," he assured her, and as she sighed, he could feel her shoulders relax against him. He looked back up, then, gaze scanning the walls of the apartment building. "Now, remind me which one of these rooms is yours?"
"566." She sniffled, still watching him as he walked her down the hall.
"Okay. Only a little further."
"Thanks for walking me up, Thomas," Y/N said, the ghost of a yawn stifled in her voice. She reached up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "You're so sweet."
"Y'know, I think you might've mentioned," he replied, tone playful, and she groaned, dropping her head against his side.
"Shut up," she grumbled. "I'm being serious. Don't appreciate your sarcasm."
"I'm only playin', alright?" He squeezed her side as he tugged her along, and she wore a soft, reluctant smile. "Now, are you gonna be okay tonight? There anything you need before I go? Are you gonna need anything for your hangover? I can pick up some ibuprofen."
"No, no, that's okay," she said, her eyes drifting shut. She was too sleepy to do anything but trust that he wasn't about to lead her astray. "Just wanna sleep. That's all."
"Okay." She nearly tripped when his footsteps stopped rather abruptly, her grip tightening around his arm to hold herself up. "Looks like we're here."
"Shit. Right. Gimme a minute to get the door." She withdrew her apartment key from her purse with little trouble, but unlocking the door was a different story. She put a hand out against the wall as she stepped out of Thomas's embrace, fumbling with the lock above the doorknob, and she'd scratched three different parts of the wood finish when Thomas's hand ghosted down her forearm.
"Wanna let me help you with that?"
She smiled when she turned to see him watching her with a brow raised. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks."
She passed off the key, and his other hand fell to the small of her back as he gently pulled her aside. "There you go." He turned the knob about a minute later, handing her back the key, his gaze soft. "G'night, sweetheart."
Though she dropped her key into her purse without protesting, before she went in, she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. "Night. I'll see you," she murmured, but when she pulled away, she still hung off of his shoulders, wearing a demure smile. "Unless you wanna come in?"
His eyebrows shot up. "Y/N, you’d better not be serious." When no sign surfaced that she may have been joking, he sighed, but his hands didn't leave where they'd dropped to on her waist. "You know I can't. Even if I weren't your professor, you're well past drunk. Go to bed."
"Well, I won't tell," she sang, blinking innocently. "Who's it hurting?"
"You're not lucid right now, sweetheart. You don't know what you're saying."
"Uh-uh. I know exactly what I'm saying." She dragged a finger down his chest, biting her lip. "You know it'd be fun. We had a nice night last time."
"Y/N," he sighed, and with how hopeful she sounded, guilt was building in his chest. She frowned.
"Fine. I'll just call Lafayette," she scowled, and vindication flashed in her eyes at the way Thomas tensed at the words. "I'm sure he'd be down for a good time."
"Stop. Don't talk to me like this," he warned, voice hard, and she raised her eyebrows.
"What's the problem, professor? I thought you liked Lafayette. Aren't you two friends?" she asked, drawing out the syllables of her words. She wore a small, egoistic smile. "Maybe it isn't too late for me to give him a call."
"No. Don’t you dare." He raised his eyebrows at her and nodded toward the interior of her apartment. “Get some sleep.”
"I dunno about that," she drawled, reaching up to brush her hand across his stubble. He grabbed her wrist before she could, eyes ablaze. "I think I might go get some sleep with someone else. Thanks for the ride, though."
"Y/N," he scowled, taking a step forward, backing her through her doorway. Her eyes flashed with vindication. "Stop talking about fucking Lafayette. You know what a bad idea this is."
"Aw, why? Is someone getting a little jealous?" she mocked him, pulling him toward her. He gritted his teeth. "It was obvious earlier; you weren't fooling anyone. Did you think I wasn't gonna notice?"
“Let's not do this. This isn’t a game you wanna play." His stare was conflicted as she grinned, flipping on her living room light and taking a step further back into her apartment. He took a reluctant step forward with her with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "I'm not jealous."
"Then what's your problem with me calling up Lafayette? You don't own me," she said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
“That’s about enough,” he said, his voice low as he fixed her with a warning look. She shrugged.
"I can make my own decisions, Thomas. I can do whatever I want."
"Not right now, you can't.” His grip tightened on her waist, and the look in his eyes was sharp, frustrated. She grinned, pressing up against him.
"Then what are you gonna do about it, hm?" she teased, weaving a hand into his hair. He sucked in a deep breath, self-control waning. Her gaze shone with satisfaction. "How do you plan to stop me?"
A moment passed in anticipatory silence, tension heavy in the charged atmosphere, and Y/N firmly believed she'd won. When he pulled her closer, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned in toward him; there was a skip, but she only wrapped her arms more tightly around the back of his neck, tilted her face up toward his. She didn't quite get what she wanted.
His lips brushed against the crown of her forehead, and she furrowed her brow, re-opening her eyes. Despite her small frown, he reached up, taking her face in one hand, and brushed a hair out of her face as he eyed her with a gentle gaze. He took a small step back, wearing a remorseful, weak smile. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Get some rest for me, now."
Before she could protest, try to pull him back in, he was out the door, swinging it shut behind him.
She was too stunned to move for another minute.
That night, the apartment felt empty.
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Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo squares. This chapter fills my First Time square and is rated E for Explicit.
Summary: Dean and Y/n can't get enough of each other.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Reader
Word count: 3104
Story Warnings: kissing, A/B/O dynamics, teenagers (16 and 17 years old) having sex, loss of virginity, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , protected sex, no knotting, a bit of angst at the end
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Dean felt disgusting. After three days of sweating and masturbating and punching walls, he was ready to feel like normal again...whatever normal was now that he was a presented alpha.
“Thanks for your help the last few days, Sammy.” He ruffled his brother’s hair as he walked out of the bathroom to get his clothes on. “Hate that you missed so much school.”
“It’s fine, Dean. I was already ahead of where the rest of these kids are. It’s not a big deal.” Sam moved to grab his backpack and swiped a piece of paper off of the table. “The girl you spent Monday with stopped by Tuesday after school. She left her number, said call between four and six.”
Dean groaned as he looked at the phone number. “Man...you think I could fool the school into letting me stay in the main building?”
“Nah. Probably not. These places always have an old lady with a nose like a hound dog. You’re gonna end up in the satellite building.”
“Damn it...I’m gonna end up in the satellite building at every damn school.”
“Get over it, Dean. You have two more years. Deal.”
Dean sighed. “Maybe not. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and quit that stupid education institution and get my GED, instead.”
“What? No, Dean. Just to avoid being taught by the alpha teachers, you wanna quit? Get your head outta your ass and deal with it. I'm not gonna quit when I present. Dad didn't quit when he did."
"No, he ran off and joined the Marines!" Dean exclaimed. "He ran off to fight, with a bunch of other Jarhead alphas because he couldn't handle living with regular fellas. I'd just be getting a jump on where I'm headed in the first place...it's not like I need a diploma to gank ghosts."
"Okay, but what if...one day you wanna have a real life?" Sam asked. "Away from Dad and hunting and all this junk. If you quit school-"
"I'm not ever gonna have a real life, Sam. Never have, never will."
“That’s your choice, Dean.”
Dean rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a choice, it was his life. “Let’s just go.” Dean knew he was going to have to go to the front office when he got to the school, have his classes moved to the alpha classes in the satellite building, but he wanted to see Y/n first. No...he needed to see Y/n. He sneaked in past the teachers to head to C-Hall. He was just about to head into Mr. Phillips’ class when the tall man stepped into the doorway. “Mr. Winchester. You shouldn’t be in this building.”
Dean’s nose crinkled at the scent coming off the teacher. No wonder the man was a pushover with a bad attitude. Omega. “Look, I just wanted to-”
“You need to go to the other building.”
Dean could feel a growl bubbling up in his chest and he could see Mr. Phillips starting to cower when a flash of pink caught his eye. Y/n bounced out of the classroom and put a soothing hand on Dean’s shoulder...which immediately sedated him. “I’m sure Dean just needs an escort to the Alpha building. He’s new so I’m sure he doesn’t know where he needs to go. I’ll take him!” she volunteered.
“No. Miss Y/l/n, I can’t let you-”
“Are you going to take him? You look like you’re about to roll into a ball like a pillbug. I’m not presented. It’s fine. I’ll walk him over and be back before the Pledge. Come on, Dean.” She didn’t wait for the teacher to answer, just pushing Dean down the hall away from Mr. Phillips’ room. She pushed him into the wall by the front office and went to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but you know you have to be in the satellite school.”
“I had to see you.” He leaned down and slotted his lips over hers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“You coulda waited by my car after school.” Dean felt a little stupid. He hadn’t even considered that. He just needed to see her again. He needed to see her pink t-shirt and he needed to smell her flower smell and he needed to see her smile and hear her laugh and taste her lips and--He leaned down to kiss her again, hands going to her hips to pull her against him. She looked a bit flustered as she pulled away. “We can’t do this here! If we get caught, my parents will kill me! Go to the office, have your schedule changed and after school-”
“I get to see you after school?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. I’ll just have to shower your scent off as soon as I get home.” She leaned back in and took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. “You smell even better now.” She shook herself out of her stupor and sighed. “I’ll see you after school, Dean. I’m parked in the same spot. Meet me later.”
Dean watched her disappear back down C-Hall, wanting nothing more than to follow her. “After school. I’ll see her after school,” he reminded himself before turning and finishing his trek to the office.
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Dean was leaning against her trunk as soon as the final bell rang. She was on his mind all day. He had an inkling feeling of need. He seemed almost empty when he was away from her...like something was missing.
She obviously felt the same because she ran out of the main school building and jogged across the lot, dropping her backpack and launching herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He twisted them, pushing her into the trunk of her car and licking into her mouth. “Need you,” she mumbled against his lips.
“Shit, wish your car had a backseat,” he said, pulling back.
“Well...we could...go to the park and...hang out in the jungle gym and...then...I…” She took a deep breath and put her hand on his chest. “My brothers have a competition in Spokane tomorrow. I’ll have the house to myself all day.”
Dean’s throat went dry as he looked down into her eyes. She wanted him to come over to her house while her parents were gone? He’d done a lot of things with a lot of girls, but this was different. He was alpha now...and she wasn’t omega yet. What if his knot popped? What if he hurt her? What if- “I’d love to come over.” She smiled and pushed him away, walking over to grab her backpack.
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When Y/n dropped Dean off at Jefferson Middle, he was covered in hickies and had a hard on that just wouldn’t quit. “You gonna be okay by yourself for a few hours tomorrow?” Dean asked as they started walking toward the Charles. “I, uh, have a date.”
“A date? What, with her?” Sam gestured at the retreating Mercedes.
“Yeah, with her. I don’t wanna date any other girl. She’s...she’s mine, Sammy.” Sam rolled his eyes but didn’t argue it. He had homework to catch up on from his days off.
Dean didn’t care about catching up on his work. He only cared about Y/n. He only cared about her picking him up in her Mercedes and running her fingers through his hair as she drove toward the suburbs. He only cared about kissing her passionately as they entered her two-story home. He only cared about her leading him up the staircase to her bedroom. He chuckled when she opened her door. Her walls were pink, her bedding lilac, her bed covered in stuffed bears and bunnies. “Wow. You...have a very pink room.”
She smiled and swept her stuffed animals onto the floor. “I like pink.”
“I like you,” he said, immediately hating how cheesy that sounded...but she seemed to like it. She bit her lip and flopped down on the bed. “We, uh, gonna make out?”
She nodded, reaching over to pull open her side table drawer and grab a three-pack box of condoms. “And...more...if you...want?”
“Oh, god, yes,” he whispered, pulling his jacket off and tossing it to the floor. She looked nervous as he moved to sit next to her on the soft mattress. “You okay?”
She looked down bashfully. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “I’ve never gone past...ya know...foolin’ around at the park.” Her cheeks were on fire. She wanted him more than anything, but she was definitely nervous to go all the way.
“Oh...baby, that’s okay. We...we don’t have to-”
“No!” she exclaimed, turning to him. “I want to. I want to so much. I just...don’t know how good I’ll be at it. I’m sure you’ve been with a lot of girls that know what they’re doing and-”
Dean reached over and grabbed her hand. “Y/n, baby, you...I’ve only been with two girls...and I’d…” He chuckled and reached up with his free hand to tip her head back. “I’m not the best at it. We just gotta, you know, take our time and remember it’s not a race. I want you to get there just as much as I want me to get there.”
She swallowed thickly and leaned closer. “And you can...get me there?”
“Oh, I’m sure gonna fuckin’ try, baby,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss her. They immediately moved to tangle themselves together on the bed, groping at each other and pulling their clothes off. He couldn’t help but think about what she was going to smell like when she presented because she smelled so fucking good now. Especially when he got his hand up the skirt of her dress and started rubbing at her through her panties. “Damn, you smell so good.”
“Dean,” she whimpered and he almost came right then and there.
“You ever been fingered, Y/n?”
She nodded. “It hurt. His nails were-”
“My nails are clean...and short. Can I show you what it’s supposed to feel like?” Dean wanted nothing more than to feel exactly how wet Y/n was, to find out what made her whimper and cry out and scream. God, he wanted to make her scream. But not until he heard her say ‘yes’.
“Please.”
Dean had never heard a more beautiful word.
He slipped his right hand into her panties and rubbed at the place he knew would make her moan, fumbling to find her clit. He’d seen enough porn in his almost seventeen years that he knew where to go. She jerked when he found it, gasping loudly and grabbing at his shoulder. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“So good!”
“Let me make it better.” He leaned over and kissed her as he slipped his middle finger down to her entrance. She was soaking wet and his finger slid in with absolutely no resistance. He started thrusting his finger in and out of her, licking into her mouth as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. “That good?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yeah,” she whispered back.
“I think I can make you cum like this. Just one finger in your pretty pussy. You think you can cum like this?”
Her cunt clenched around his finger. Seemed she liked dirty talk just as much as him. “I’unno,” she squeaked.
“I think you can, baby. Come on.” He put extra pressure on her clit and she whimpered as her body went stiff. Her eyes rolled back and her breath caught as her orgasm hit her. Dean’s jaw dropped at the animated way she reacted, how she almost arched off the bed. “Damn. That was awesome.”
“Yeah it was. Where’d you learn to talk like that?”
Dean shrugged. “I’ve lived in motels my whole life. Sometimes there’s skin flicks on the premium channels.”
She giggled and kissed him. “I’ve never watched a movie like that. I found my dad’s magazines in his dresser, though.” She pulled at his boxers as she nibbled on his bottom lip. “Put the condom on, Dean.”
He nodded and stood up, dropping his boxers to her floor and grabbing the box of condoms. When he turned back to her, she was staring at his dick, her jaw hanging. He couldn’t help a cocky smirk. “Well, you get in bed with an alpha, this is what you’re gonna get.” She looked away, embarrassed that she got caught staring. He looked down as fear filled her scent. “We don’t have to. I don’t wanna hurt you. You could just give me a handy j…”
“No! I want to. Just...make sure you go slow?”
“Yeah, of course. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he repeated, rolling the condom down his erection.
He laid his body over hers and kissed her slowly, grinding his erection into her mound as they made out. When he thought they were ready, he leaned back and reached down, lining his dick up with her entrance. Her eyes were wide with fear, but her pupils were wide with lust. She grabbed his biceps and looked into his eyes as he started pushing his hips forward...slowly, so slowly that it almost hurt him. Her nails dug into his arms, her jaw dropping as he pushed forward more, pulling back and pushing forward to get in most of the way. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.
He stopped moving and looked down at her. “You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Yeah, it’s just...a lot.”
“Can I...can I start movin’?” he asked, softly.
“Slowly,” she reminded him and he nodded, rolling his hips to make her gasp.
He moved slowly, hands twisted in her pillow to keep himself from letting himself go. This was different from his other two, okay three but he didn’t last very long the first time, times. He really wanted her to enjoy herself, he really wanted to do this right, he really wanted to last more than five minutes.
Breathe. Penthouse said breathe deep and treat it like running a marathon.
“Fuck. You feel really good,” he groaned, kissing her jawline.
“Yeah. This is...I mean...you can go faster, I think?” He almost didn’t want to hear that...because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself. But he moved faster, thrusting into her and loving the way she whimpered with each pump of his hips. “Oh, shit!”
“Too much?” he grunted into her ear.
“No! No, I love it!” she exclaimed. “Please, don’t stop!”
“God, you’re so perfect.”
He couldn’t last much longer. He tried. He thought about baseball, imagined his father’s disappointed face, but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder as his cock twitched inside her, an intense feeling stealing his breath away as he came into the condom. He pulled out of her and dropped to the bed next to her, ignoring the condom on his softening dick as he pulled her into his arms.
“That was amazing. So fucking awesome,” he whispered into her hairline.
“You didn’t pop a knot,” she whispered. “I was...scared of that.” She looked up and caught his eyes. “Thank you, Dean. This was...perfect.”
“You deserve perfect, Y/n.” He looked away from her to stare at the ceiling. “You’re gonna have to clean my scent outta your whole room or your parents are gonna lose their minds.”
“Yeah. Later. They won’t be back for another twelve hours.”
“Awesome.”
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“You weren’t supposed to be gone all day, Dean,” Sam complained as soon as Dean walked into the motel room.
“I told you, I had a date, Sammy.”
“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell Dad. He called while you were gone,” Sam said and Dean’s eyes went wide. He was supposed to be at the motel. John was going to tan his hide for being gone when he called. “I covered for you, said you were at the corner store. He wants you to call him.”
Dean sighed. Sammy came through for him, but what did John want? “Thanks, Sammy. He tell you what he wanted?”
“No, but I think he’s coming to get us. He had that ‘new hunt’ tone in his voice.”
“What?!” Dean exclaimed. “We just got here! I can’t leave yet!”
Sam rolled his eyes. “We don’t have a choice. We never have a choice. Call him.”
Dean looked at the phone on the table by the bed with disdain. No choice was right...but he didn’t have to like it. In fact, he hated it. The idea of leaving Olympia, leaving Y/n...before she presented, before he got to have her as his omega...it was disastrous.
He had to fight himself to make himself pick up the phone and dial the number. “What took you so long to get back to me, son?” John asked when the phone connected.
“I got distracted while I was out. Sorry, Dad. Was it time-sensitive?”
“No. I just wanted to let you know I caught wind of what may be a werewolf in Connecticut. We’re gonna pull up stakes and head out tomorrow.”
“Connecticut? The other side of the damn country?” Dean whined.
“You wanna try that again, Dean?” John snapped.
Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “Sorry. I mean...we just got here, Dad. Isn’t there someone else that can go to Connecticut?”
“I know you just got there...but it’s a wolf, Dean. There aren’t a lot of hunters who could handle a hunt like this. It has to be me.”
“Yeah, but why’s it have to be me?” Dean snapped before he could stop it.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Never mind. We’ll get packed. See you when you get here. Bye, Dad.” He slammed the phone into its cradle and punched the wall in rage. “This is bullshit!”
“You should call her,” Sam suggested from across the room.
Dean sighed and nodded. “Yeah...but what do I even say? ‘Thanks for your virginity, you’re never gonna see me again’?”
“I didn’t need to hear that, Dean. But, come on, it’s not like you thought you’d get to stay with her.”
“I thought I’d get to stay a little while, ya know? We usually get a few weeks, a couple months, but this...a week?” He dropped to his bed and buried his face in his hands. “What am I gonna tell her?”
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Daveed Diggs
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Arguing in front of the Hamilcast
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Immune to his charms
Unhelpful shopper
Hamilton
Hercules Mulligan
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Thomas Jefferson
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S/O that loves unsolved mysteries
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Thomgelica
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Lafayette
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Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]
Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]
Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]
✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟 tw: stepcest
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The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟
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Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟
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✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)
A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)
✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀
Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂
✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀
Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂
Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔
Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅
Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅
You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅
Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟
More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)
Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟
Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀
✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: incest)
Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂
✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅
Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o)
✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)
Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)
✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)
✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 // Poolside Service (part 2)
Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅
Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅
Stretch | Lance Tucker | 𝒔
Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟
Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅
Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟
Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅
Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)
Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅 (pirate au)
Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅
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being steve’s sister and dating bucky
dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀
dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week
dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action
angst with destroyer!chris
dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line
dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares
dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot
daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀
✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)
daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀
sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed
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✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]
First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟
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Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟
Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟
Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔
Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟
A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀
Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
A Rare Brew | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝐟
✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅
The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)
Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)
✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)
Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅
Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)
Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟
Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅
Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂
Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅
Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔
Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅
Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅
Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅
Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔
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chris has a daddy kink
✨ chris has a breeding kink
dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer
asking chris to try anal
dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight
dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend
mob!steve gets jealous easily
you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge
dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action
dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line
✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)
daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀
andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)
andy stuffs all three of your holes
mr. freezy gets a new slave
angst with ransom
somnophilia/free use with mike weiss
dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game
Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)
✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)
✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 // Poolside Service (part 2)
headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀
𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔
My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟 [IN PROGRESS]
Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]
𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔
King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)
✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟
✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 (part 2 for first-class service)
Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅
Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔
Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)
All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅
Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔
Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅
Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔
Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅
Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂
Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅
Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅
Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅
Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅
Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟
Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂
Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟
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Bruce Banner
Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟 (sugar daddy au)
Spoiled | 𝒔, 𝐟 (also sugar daddy au)
Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟
headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car
headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce
headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀
headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀
Peter Parker
Animalistic | 𝒔, 𝒅
✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)
headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor
Maria Hill
Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟
drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared
Thor Odinson
headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce
headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms
Valkyrie
headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms
drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne
Scott Lang
Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅
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