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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 10 months

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Just A Girl

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: Y/N starts getting into interests other than hunting, but what happens when her brothers find out?

Author's Note: another Supernatural fic? Yup, my hyperfixation knows no bounds. Enjoy!

You were a daddy’s girl through-and-through. No question. Without a doubt.

Not that you had much choice in the matter. Your mother had died before you had even gotten the chance to form good memories of her, and your father, John Winchester, had taken you in as soon as he heard the news. So, that’s how you had grown up, looking up to your father and two big brothers. Needless to say, there was very little feminine influence in your life.

For the first many years, you had been fine with that. Overjoyed, even. You took on the role of tomboy with great ease, and you devoted all your energy to making the men in your life proud. You studied with Sam, trained with Dean, and compiled monster-killing information with John.

But things didn’t–couldn’t–remain the same. The older you got, the harder you found it to relate to your brothers. Of course, you still enjoyed your training and the occasional hunt–they only allowed you to go on the “safest” ones–but you found yourself pulling away from your family more and more mentally, although you wouldn’t allow your inner-alienation to show to your brothers. You didn’t have to worry about hiding it from your father, since he was barely around.

When Sam left for college, things only got worse. Dean doubled-down on your training, convinced that now that Sam was gone, you needed to be able to fend for yourself. If he needed backup on a hunt, he couldn’t turn to Sam anymore. You didn’t mind the work, but the long hours of training and the few hours of anything else was beginning to wear on you, both physically and mentally. The older you got, the more you felt like you needed your own space, to explore your own interests. You couldn’t tell that to Dean, though, not after he lost Sam to his own interests.

Your hesitance about training wasn’t the only thing that was changing for you. You were also beginning to notice how emotionally distant your family was. It hadn’t affected you as much as a little girl, because when you were little, displays of affection from the men who raised you had been more common. But now that you were older, they seemed to think that you had outgrown such things. You could tell that you were being expected to “grow up”, maybe even “man up”, something you most certainly could not do.

But it was more than that. When you were little, all you ever wanted was to be like your family. You wanted to be strong like dad, protective like Dean, and smart like Sam. But you couldn’t do that anymore. You couldn’t look up to them like heroes, because you had long outgrown that notion. Of course, you still looked up to them in some aspects, but it was different now. Dad was always gone, Dean wouldn’t know how to deal with feelings if they danced around blowing trumpets in front of him, and Sam…well, Sam had left. Not that you blamed him, of course, he had his own life that he wanted to live. But it was hard to look up to something that you never saw.

All that to say, this wasn’t exactly an ideal environment for a teenage girl. You were far too reserved to take out your feelings the way the rest of the men did–bottling them up and then letting them out by screaming at each other. You had times when you wanted to, of course–you had been disagreeing with them, especially John, more and more as you got older–but you found yourself more and more afraid of conflict as you matured. Before Sam had left, he and dad had been yelling at each other almost constantly, and it was pure torture on your anxiety. You hated raised voices, you hated hurt feelings, you hated conflict of any kind really. Your brothers and father never backed down from a fight, be it physical or familial, but you couldn’t do that. You found yourself walking on eggshells, making sure not to even say–much less yell–anything that would set off an argument.

You were stuck at a sort of impasse–your desperate desire to please your family versus your personal inclinations to just be yourself.

The only solution you had was to try and live both worlds; you trained with Dean whenever duty called, but afterwards you would retreat to your room, letting him work on whatever hunt he was preoccupied with, and you explored your own world.

You got into books, some tv shows the men in your life wouldn’t be caught dead watching (and would certainly make fun of you for watching), you tried out makeup and let your hair grow longer (you had always cut it short to keep it out of the way during training or hunting). You found that the more “feminine” things that you would’ve scoffed at a few years ago were suddenly looking much more interesting. You used one of those scammed credit cards Dean gave you to buy some ballet shoes, which you hid in your duffel under all your other belongings unless Dean and dad were on a hunt, at which time you would pull them out and teach yourself using some books you’d found.

It took you a long time to get over your embarrassment at wanting to try “girly” things out, but once you did you never looked back. You still played the part that dad and Dean expected, the young tomboy following in the men’s footsteps, but when you were alone, you didn’t see any harm in trying out some hobbies that felt more like you.

Like right now, for example. Dad was missing, Sam was finally back, and he and Dean were off hunting some monster. You enjoyed your isolation by first finishing off a tv show that they would’ve hated, then by reading some more of a new book you had gotten that they would’ve scoffed at. After that, it was time to pull out the ballet shoes and practice that new move that you couldn’t quite perfect.

You were so concentrated on figuring out the move, that you hadn’t noticed that you’d been practicing for hours, or that it was getting dark outside. You were also so intent on the music that you’d downloaded to go along with your dancing, that you didn’t hear the Impala pull up to the front of the motel room. In fact, you were so engrossed, that you completed the entire move–perfect for the first time!--and you were jumping around in excitement when you finally saw them. Your brothers. Standing at the door, mouths dropped open in shock, confusion contorting their features.

You froze on the spot, unable to move. You tried to speak, but no words would make it past your dry throat. You snatched up your phone and quickly killed the music, but there was no covering up the shoes you were wearing, and certainly no erasing the boys’ memory of what they’d seen.

The three of you stood in silence for several moments, before Sam finally got the words–or perhaps the guts–to speak.

“What was that?”

You answer was immediate.

“Nothing.”

“What are those?” Dean was staring down at your pastel-pink ballet shoes, his mouth still hanging open–which would have been comical if your heart wasn’t pounding in your ears.

“Nothing, just-” your lip started to quiver, and you were so shocked and appalled by this that you bit it so hard, blood started to dribble down your chin. Winchesters did not cry. “Just forget about it.”

“Jeez, Y/N,” Sam exclaimed, snatching up a towel and wiping the blood off of your mouth. As soon as he was done, you pulled away and sat on your bed, removing your ballet shoes as quickly as possible and depositing them back in their spot–the bottom of your duffel.

There was silence again for several seconds, but this time it was Dean who broke it.

“So…we’re not gonna talk about that?”

“Talk about what?” you muttered, your eyes downcast as you shifted on your feet.

Both brothers scoffed in unison.

“C’mon Y/N,” Sam insisted, putting his giant hand on your shoulder, “why didn’t you tell us you were into ballet?”

“And pretty darn good at it too,” Dean chimed in, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, confused.

“You’re not…mad?”

“Mad?” Dean frowned, “I don’t know why you think we’re mad, I’m just confused. I mean you never seemed into…this kinda thing.”

“I…wasn’t,” you picked at your fingers, trying to find ways to ease the awkwardness of the conversation. “But lately…I don’t know, I just wanted to try it out.”

“Dancing?”

“Not just ballet, I guess. Just…girl stuff,” you looked up, trying to gauge your brothers’ reactions.

Sam just shrugged, “Ok.”

You were shocked.

“Ok? Just, ok?”

Dean smirked, “You may be a bit of a tomboy, but we haven’t forgotten that you’re a girl, baby.”

"Yeah, but," you sighed, "you don't think this stuff is stupid?"

"Well, you're not exactly gonna find me in those shoes," Dean shrugged, "But you do you, kid."

A relieved smile broke out on your face.

“You’re seriously ok with this?” Dean laughed, “Tell you what. I’ll be one hundred percent ok with this, on three conditions.

Both you and Sam frowned.

“What are they?” you questioned.

“Ok, one: never ask me to watch a chick flick with you.”

You giggled, relieved, “Ok.”

“Two: never play Taylor Swift in Baby. Never. I don’t care if I'm dead, that does not happen, understand?”

You giggled harder, “Ok, ok.”

Dean was frowning now, “Hey now, no giggling, I’m serious!” he snatched you up and threw you onto his bed, leaning over you and poking your sides, “This is a very serious conversation N/N, and I-” Dean dodged your desperate attempt to kick him away, smirking as you squealed under his ticklish assault. “Hey, that wasn’t nice. I can’t have this serious conversation with you giggling like that!” He poked at your ribs, laughing as you struggled.

“Wha-hat’s number three-hee?” you squealed, still trying and failing to get away from him.

“Oh yeah!” Dean suddenly pulled his hands away, once again regaining his serious composure. “I want front row tickets when you’re on Dancing with the Stars.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, “Dean, it’s just a hobby, I’m not gonna get famous for it.” “Hey now, you don’t know that, anything is possible. Now do we have a deal or not?”

You giggled, sitting up and wrapping your arms around your big brother.

“Deal.”

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assembletheimagines · 2 months

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Hi love your writing could you do a Steve Rogers x avenger! reader

Where the reader is an avenger and lives in the compound. Everyone knows that Steve has a crush on the reader and are always teasing him about it. But what they don’t know they are in a secret relationship until one day they see them kiss in the hallway

Thanks

A/N: I really appreciate it, thank you for enjoying my stuff, I hope you continue to do so! <3

Warnings: fluff

Steve feels Sam sit on his left the same time Bucky sits on his right. He already knows what's running through his friends heads before he can feel Sam knock his shoulder into his own. "You know staring can be considered rude?" Sam's voice teasing him as he keeps rocking into Steve's side, annoyingly.

Bucky's no better with the way he shoves Steve right back into Sam. His face calm even though his eyes gleam, "but I guess if you think the view is pretty-"

"And it is pretty," Sam adds and Steve lets out a long sigh making his friends laugh. It catches your attention, your head turning from the new recruits to the three ex-soldiers across the gym.

They're huddled close, sitting on a bench, taking a break in their work out routines. And now that they have gained your attention, Sam waves excitedly at you, Steve covers his eyes like he's regretting his life choices and Bucky giving you a small grin, nodding his head at you in greeting.

It's all very suspicious, making you squint your eyes at the three of them for a moment before you decide not to question anything and turn back to your recruits.

You need to pick your battles, and you believe this is one you don't need to involve in.

"Oh Steve's here," Tony's voice makes Steve look up from his book. His eyebrows furrowing at the multi-billionaire, questioning him silently in response. And that's when he sees Sam walk in right after Stark.

Sam's eyes scan the room, looking around, and confuses Steve more when asks. "Where are they?"

Steve tilts his head, "where's who?"

But he is quickly ignored as Natasha, who was sitting on the same couch as Steve, waves her hand in dismissal. "They're currently on a mission with Bucky and Clint."

Natasha's response makes Steve's eyes roll as he realizes then that they're talking about you. And they roll again as Tony hums, shaking his head in fake sadness. "No wonder, popsicle looked sad. He must feel lonely not being able to see his crush."

Steve quietly questions his choices in friends when that makes all three of them laugh in his expanse.

"So, you're saying you made a new training course?" Bucky asks Tony, the both of them walking with Sam as they head to the main training area.

Natasha and Wanda are following the boys, chatting about something else not paying attention to Stark's response. And because of that, they don't notice when the three men stop suddenly as they turn down another hallway.

The girls don't have time to realize what's going before it's too late, causing them to walk right into the boys.

"Why did you-" Wanda's voice stops as she peek over Sam's shoulder, her eyes widening as she sees why they stopped abruptly.

And it's because Steve's kissing you? Confusing the hell out of everyone because when did this happen?

Your back is pressed against the wall with Steve's arms resting above on either side of your head. His tall figure to your short one has the handsome soldier leaning down as he kisses you lovingly.

And the groups (Sam and Wanda) mouths drop in surprise.

You two don't notice you have gained an audience, too busy melting further in the kiss as time goes on. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer as you two kiss deeper.

And now everyone knows this isn't the first kiss you two have kissed.

With the shocked silence, and the two of you in your own little world, Bucky silently reaches into the inside of his jacket. His eyes stuck on the both of you as he quietly and smoothly hands some money behind him to Natasha's waiting hand.

"You're dating?" Tony finally exclaims breaking the moment the same time Sam turns to the two ex-assassins next to him in the same amount of shock.

"You two placed bets without me?"

Tony gives Sam an exasperated eye roll just as Steve pulls away from your lips, making you blush deeply at the little whine that leaves your lips when he did.

It makes everyone return their attention back to the two of you. Steve is calm as ever, arms still on either side of your head as he gives them a small shrug in return. "For months now."

It has Sam reeling, because Sam and Bucky were literally at the gym with him only a week ago.

"What?" Sam shouts, missing the way Natasha accepts Tony's money, adding it to her first collection she had received from Bucky.

#assembletheimagines #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve #steve x you #steve rogers x you #captain america x you

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scoobydoodean · 1 month

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Everyone (besides the Braedens) is so annoying about Dean in 6.01. In a way, he's almost treated like some sort of exotic animal by other hunters—"the hunter who got out" is considered an impossibility in the hunting world—both from a moral perspective, and from a trauma perspective.

Bobby keeps repeating "You were out" when Dean gets mad at him and Sam for keeping Sam's resurrection a secret, and while there is obviously a loving angle in Bobby wanting Dean (someone he views as a son) to live a long life, the secret is so unapologetically cruel in the face of Dean's grief that Bobby's actions also suggest more personal motivations. This, along with Dean's demand "Good for who?" when Bobby insists he made the good choice, almost lends itself to the idea that this wasn't just about Dean. It was about something Dean symbolized for Bobby. Dean was living proof that hunters could get out, and have families, and live long lives, and this probably soothes something in Bobby as someone who lost his wife tragically right after an emotional betrayal. In "Death's Door", Bobby is implied to have had a vasectomy he never told Karen about. He was the child who ruined everything he touched according to his abusive father, and decided never to have children because of it. Bobby still grieves losing Karen, and he grieves what could have been if he hadn't let his dad get in his head. Like Bobby, Dean is also a person accused of having a corrupting touch, and Bobby is very aware of Dean's self-worth issues (2.22) and I think sees a lot of his own emotional hangups in Dean. So I think it's possible that for Bobby, seeing Dean get to be happy is something Bobby needs... for himself in a sense? While being something he wants for someone he loves, it also just... soothes something inside him, symbolically and personally.

Other characters don't react so positively to Dean as a symbol representing hunters being able to get out and overcome the tragedies that generally bring them into the life to begin with. The Campbells immediately look down on Dean for not being a hunter anymore, treating him as a greenhorn, suggesting he was never meant for the work they do (his features are too "delicate"), poking around his house like it's a zoo exhibit. Sam also joins in, mocking Dean for having golf clubs.

Samuel feigns sympathy, saying he "gets it" because Mary wanted out of the life too, but it's just a little carefully placed pathos before he launches into giving Dean the same speech Mary was likely subjected to repeatedly, telling Dean they need all hands on deck, that he has a responsibility but would rather "play golf" (which is really what shows most that Samuel has zero understanding of why Dean or his own daughter wanted normal lives).

Sam also completely switches up on Dean by the end of the episode, going from justifying keeping his resurrection a secret because Dean was happy, to saying that Dean can't be normal and should return to hunting because he's putting Lisa and Ben in danger by being with them. Of course, soulless Sam flip flops because he doesn't actually care about whether or not Dean is happy. He was going through the motions of wanting Dean to be happy because he thought it was what he should want based on his memories, and he didn't have any emotional need for his brother and therefore no reason to bother him or care that he was grieving someone who was alive. But the moment he saw Dean display the heart of a hero, rushing to try and save his neighbors when all hope was lost, he saw something that he thought would be useful—someone with a heart who might make the "rules" of how to conduct himself more clear. Dean then seemed like a useful asset.

#6.01 #season 6 #pk rewatches spn number ?#do i look like a ditchable prom date to you?#dean and bobby #samuel #the campbells #mary #dean and guilt #the very touch of you corrupts #dont objectify me!

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onceuponastory · 1 year

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all this love - bucky barnes x reader

I took all this love I found, and I hope that it's enough Is it enough? - only love by pvris

Plot: After John Walker oversteps, Y/N makes sure that her boyfriend Bucky knows just how much she loves him. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: John Walker being an asshole, some violence (not from Bucky), slightly graphic mentions of injuries and blood, a few mentions of Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier, and the anxiety/self doubt he has afterwards. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Some of you may know but I love PVRIS, and I love this song, so of course I had to write something for Bucky using it. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own. Also, thanks again to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers!

Y/N scans the room, keeping an eye out for Karli and the other Flag Smashers. As she does, she suppresses a sigh. She loves accompanying Bucky and Sam on their missions and helping them as best as she can, but this time it’s different. For once, she can’t wait to get home. Mostly because of their company - John Walker.

At first, she tried to be civil, even though she, like the others, doesn’t agree with him being made Captain America. And Lemar is friendly enough. But John’s done nothing but be annoying and rude to them all ever since they joined forces. At least once this is over, they can forget he ever existed.

Right now, John’s complaining about something yet again, angrily pacing around as he does. “John, just calm down. We’ll find Karli soon.” Y/N insists. Immediately, John stops, his head whipping round angrily. Despite how annoyed he makes her, the glare John gives her at that moment strikes fear into her heart.

“Don’t do that Y/N. Don’t fucking patronise me. You have no idea of the pressure I’m under.” He warns. As soon as he takes a step towards her, Bucky and Sam are by her side, ready to shield her if needed. Bucky’s face hardens angrily.

“She wasn’t patronising you, John. And you better watch your tone. Don't talk to my girlfriend like that.” Bucky warns, his eyes narrowing slightly. However, instead of backing off, John keeps going, this time turning his attention to Bucky.

“Or what? Are you going to go all Winter Soldier on me?” He scoffs. Bucky visibly tenses at John’s words. Protectively, Y/N steps forward, reaching out for Bucky’s hand. “This is really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum running through your veins.” John continues, not caring about the obvious effect his words are having on Bucky.

“Watch your fucking tone….” Y/N hisses. Yet John ignores her warning, continuing his verbal tirade on Bucky.

“I mean, does anyone here really trust him after what he did? Who’s to say he’s not working with them, or that he won’t try to kill us too?” Y/N’s anger grows, and she tightens her grip on Bucky’s hand.

“John.” Sam warns. Bucky opens his mouth, about to defend himself.

“What? Don’t act like you don’t agree. He’s a monster who doesn’t deserve to be here.” And with those words, Bucky’s face falls. He turns and looks at Y/N, his eyes shimmering with tears. The sight breaks Y/N’s heart. Before she can say anything, Bucky turns and storms off.

“Bucky! Bucky, wait!” Y/N calls after him. Just as she’s about to go after him, John’s smug voice sounds once more.

“I don’t know why she’s going after him. He’s not worth it. She’s too good for someone like that, anyway.” He murmurs, clearly intending for her to hear him. Y/N’s blood boils, and her fist clenches.

“Y/N….” She registers Sam’s voice beside her, warning John to be quiet, and for her to control her anger before she does something she regrets. And for a moment, she considers doing just that, and simply going after Bucky. Yet, John’s next words seal his fate.

“Besides, I’m a much better choice. At least I’m not a murderer.” Y/N turns around, marching right up to John. He sneers at her, the look making her stomach churn. But she’s too blinded by anger to think about that right now. “See, she understands-” John’s words are cut short by Y/N’s fist connecting with his nose. A sickening crack fills the room, and John hisses as blood begins to pour from his nose. “You fucking bitch.” He hisses, lunging for her before being pulled back by Lemar in the nick of time, whilst Sam pulls her back, protectively grasping her arm.

“Say that shit about my boyfriend again, and I’ll end you.” She warns, her voice like venom. Sam’s voice sounds again, telling her to choose her next words carefully. Of course, she knows he’s right, but she ignores him, too angry to even think straight. “He never chose to be a killer, but you chose to be an asshole.” She blocks out whatever the rest of John says, consumed by her desire to find Bucky safe and well.

“I’m going to go find him. Can you deal with…that?” She gestures vaguely in John’s direction, and Sam nods.

Y/N visits several places to try and find Bucky: a park, a number of coffee shops and bars, searching high and low for the brunette super soldier she loves more than anything in the world. And yet, there’s no sign of him. With each failed sighting, Y/N’s stomach churns more and more with anxiety, and her heart pounds more and more. Bucky is fast, and he could be anywhere by now. The next time she sees John, she’s going to do more than break his nose. Suddenly, her phone starts ringing, and for a moment, her heart almost stops, thinking it’s Bucky.

When she sees Sam’s name flash up on her caller ID, she can’t help feeling disappointed. But she knows Sam is Bucky’s friend too, and he wants to help find him just as much as she does.

“Any sign of him?”

“Nope. Checked everywhere nearby I could think of. Any news on your side?”

“None yet.” He replies, and she sighs. “Look, I’ll take the wings and see if I can find him. You go to the house and see if he’s there.”

“Okay.” Sam can immediately pick up on the anxiety in her voice, and he sighs.

“Y/N. We’ll find him, alright. I promise.”

“I hope you’re right.”

As soon as she steps into the house she shares with the boys, Y/N immediately senses that someone is there. Her heart rate picks up. Bucky. Maybe he’s here. “Bucky? Babe, are you there?” She calls. “It’s just me.”

“Go away.” A quiet, yet familiar voice calls. Despite how much her heart wrenches at the sound of pain in his voice, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. He’s here, and safe. Y/N immediately sets off towards his voice, quickly texting Sam to let him know that Bucky’s okay. Bucky sits huddled beside their bed, curled up into a ball. He doesn’t even look up at her when she enters. The sight makes Y/N feel like a hundred daggers have been stabbed into her. She kneels down in front of him, gently placing her hand on his knee.

“Bucky, sweetheart, it's me.”

“I said, go away.” Bucky’s voice is muffled, but she can tell he’s been crying. Her eyes fill with tears, and she has to stop herself from finding John and punching him all over again. The fact someone like him, someone so rude and cruel, could make someone like Bucky feel so awful about himself infuriates her. “John’s right. I’m a monster. I don’t deserve anything good, especially not you.” Bucky sniffles, and Y/N’s heart breaks all over again.

“No, you’re not Bucky. What you did all those years, it wasn’t you. They tortured you and brainwashed you. It wasn’t your choice.” She insists. “The serum never corrupted Steve, but it didn’t corrupt you either. They made you a killer. It wasn’t your choice.” Bucky looks up at her then, the skin around his eyes red from crying. Y/N’s face softens. “You’re making amends and showing people you’re sorry. That says a lot about you. John has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. He’s just an asshole.”

“But the serum is still in me. W-What if I hurt you?”

“You could never. All you’ve done is show me love and support. Honestly, I don’t think you’ve got an evil bone in your body.” Bucky takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, which Y/N returns. Even before they got together, Bucky has supported and protected her through it all, and now it’s her turn to do the same.

“You still deserve someone better. Someone who isn’t as broken and messed up as me. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you ever since we got together, and even John sees it, too.” Y/N leans in, gently kissing his forehead.

“Hey…I love you, Bucky. Nobody else, just you.” She insists, cupping his cheek in her palm and using her thumb to wipe away his tears. “And I love you just the way you are. To me, you’re the best person in the world. Don’t listen to John Walker. He’s not even half of the man you are. I know I can’t possibly take away all your pain and trauma, but I’ll be here to tell you just how good you are and how much I love you every day.”

“You’re such a good person, Y/N.” Bucky mumbles. “So kind, and so loving.”

“So are you. And you show me that every day.” Bucky shuffles forward into her embrace, wrapping his metal arm around her tightly.

They sit together for a while, Y/N letting Bucky cry as she holds him protectively, and whispering reassurances in his ear. “I’m going to be here forever, Buck. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” She tells him when they pull away. Bucky manages a chuckle at that, and it makes her heart flutter. He gazes at her, smiling like she hung the moon.

“I’m glad. I don’t think I could ever survive without you in my life.” Smiling, Y/N leans in close, gently kissing his lips.

“Me neither. Good thing that I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky takes her hand, pressing a kiss to it. Suddenly, he notices the bruise developing on her knuckles, and his eyes widen.

“What happened to you? Did he hurt you? He can say whatever he wants to me, but if he hurts you, then there’s going to be a problem.” Bucky insists. Just as he’s about to get up, Y/N stops him.

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t him that did it…sort of.” Bucky’s brow furrows, and Y/N chuckles. “I punched that smug fucker right in his face after what he said to you. I probably broke his nose, actually.” Bucky gasps.

“You did that for me?”

“Of course I did.” She shrugs. “He doesn’t get to mess with my boyfriend and make him feel like shit without facing the consequences.”

“Thank you.” Bucky smiles. “At least let me get you some ice, though.” He helps her up, gazing at her with a smile. Y/N’s stomach flutters once more. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you protecting me, you know that?”

“Well, you protect me, so it’s only fair I return the favour.” He kisses her lips once more, and Y/N smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Flowers and Things

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

summary: Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...

a/n: I needed more soft!Bucky and I felt like you did too

This is not really proof read so I might work it over again. All mistakes are my own.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: fluffy Bucky (he still got game but it’s cute now), swearing, a little angsty, more fluffff, Bucky and Sam being Bucky and Sam

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Bucky hated it here. The scented candles mixed in one giant cloud of barf and the twinkle lights made him dizzy. He would have just gone to the florist and picked up a bouquet of flowers but when he had asked Sam about it, he had made him doubt that decision. So now he was here, watching yet another flashing ‘SALE’ sign hang over the aisle he passed. This one was filled with bedsheets. All shapes and sizes, as many fabrics as Bucky could only imagine. All feeling different and all having other patterns. He huffed again. This was ridiculous. Sam was the worst when it came to advice.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? It’s practical and sends a message!”

“That's not what you buy a lady, Sam.”

“Oh really? Since when do you know that type of stuff?”

“I don't-“ Bucky pinched his nose and took a deep breath. “I just know that’s not the thing she wants okay?”

“Don’t tell me you know about things, Bucky. You are the only person I know that doesn’t have any things. So don’t come at me and tell me that I don’t know.”

He looked at him in disbelief.

“I have things.” Bucky didn’t know why he was so offended. Bucky’s apartment was simple. He was a simple man. So he really didn't see anything wrong with it. He had things. He had a chair. A mug, he had found it down by the window of some old lady’s house. Yes, it was technically stolen but he had really needed something to drink out of in Romania and well, there was a fun cat on the mug, so he had taken it. He had a pillow - two actually. One on the chair and one on the floor, where his only blanked lay. He had one set of cutlery and he had a deep plate. He had A pair of boots and he had about 4 T-shirts, maybe 5 - oh and that red henley. He had a very cool leather jacket and he had some gloves. So yes, Bucky was a simple man. He had always been. Okay, maybe not that simple and maybe not always by choice, but that wasn’t the point right now.

“Like what?”

“I have a chair.” And it was true. Buck had one single chair in his living room. Because he was only one person. That was enough, right?

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “Are you hearing yourself?”

“Sam!” The frustration between the two was clearly evident, but Bucky didn’t really know how to counter that. He just watched as his friend continued with the argument he was about to make.

“Bucky, you own the same shirt three times. And that’s it, you have no other shirts. Just believe me on this one and buy her bedsheets” That wasn’t true, he owned that red henley too... and he loved it.

“I’m not gonna buy her bedsheets.” Even if Bucky did not have any better idea, he for sure knew that this one was not up for debate. Fucking bedsheets. Who would give anyone bedsheets for their birthday if they weren’t their grandma?

“Whatever man, do what you want.” Sam waved off as he turned around and left the room with a shaking head.

“I will,” Bucky called after him with confidence. “Thanks for not helping!”

So apparently women didn't like flowers anymore. And since Sam was not of any help to suggest anything better, Bucky found himself in aisle six of the department store. Lost and frightened and annoyed at how complicated things were in the 21st century.

He was browsing through a particular hideous set of garden gnomes when a chipper blonde approached him with a bright and flashing smile.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked and the joy in her eyes seemed to explode right out of her. To be honest, Bucky never understood how people could find happiness in approaching random strangers and bothering them when they clearly wanted to be alone. He wasn’t a fan of small talk, and he wasn’t too keen on talking to strangers, either.

“I... uh...” He was still a little startled by the woman’s sudden appearance and her confidence didn’t make it any easier to keep calm. She was determined to help him, Bucky could see it in her eyes, the way she held herself - everything screamed ‘happy customers’. “I don’t know?”

“Are you looking for anything specific?” She questioned further. His eyes wandered to her name tag: Terri. Yes, that fit.

“I don’t know.” Bucky reiterated, suddenly very aware of how lost he was in the huge store.

“Well, who are you shopping for?” That smile didn’t falter. Bucky just blushed. He somehow felt busted, even though, what he was doing and who he was doing it for could concern that lady very little.

“Oh, I See.” The woman nodded knowingly. The smirk on her face grew even wider and the excitement in her eyes was unbelievably intruding. “A special someone.”

“She’s not-“ He huffed frustratedly before his shoulders slumped. He would certainly not tell this stranger about the girl he was planning to court, much less that this girl was a coworker and a friend and that his chance at making a move was dependent on the woman practically vibrating in excitement. “It’s complicated.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll find the perfect makeup gift for her.” And without another word, Terri sped off through the aisles, and Bucky was forced to follow her. She led him past the horrible scented candles and through the bedsheets until she finally stopped in the middle of the store. A large glass case spread in a square in front of her and upon further investigation, Bucky could see the things beneath the surface twinkling in the harsh store light.

His head grew even redder, the heat creeping down his neck and making his body sweat anxiously. Jewelry. He couldn’t get Y/N jewelry. That was way too much and way too suggestive for the relationship he had with her. Only boyfriends got women jewelry, and even though he wanted to be that one day, now was definitely not the right time.

The blonde clapped her hands. “There is not one set of earrings that has made me stay mad at my husband.” She reached down and held up one pair after the other as Bucky dug his hands deep into his pants pockets. Every time she held up another pair, he just shook his head embarrassed.

This was not what he wanted, this was not what Y/N wanted, he thought while staring blankly ahead, smiling and shaking his head no every now and then to keep the store lady occupied. He had to get out of here - away from all the fancy, shiny things and the weirdly shaped garden items. So sure enough, when Terri reached down for the 7th time, he quickly turned around and bolted. Around the corner and straight towards the exit.

When the fresh air hit his face, he felt as though he could finally think clearly again. The heat in his head slowly subsided and he made his way down the street. His head held low, and his hands hidden in his jacket pockets, he traded along the sidewalk, past jewelry stores and bakeries, small boutiques, and restaurants. He shook his head. All Bucky had wanted was a simple gift for her. Something small and sweet. But all he had was a pile of frustration and a whole bunch of hustle and he was still standing with empty hands. Who would have thought that dating would become so difficult? Back in the day, he thought, he would have probably already asked her out. But he was a different man now. He didn’t mind that anymore, but it still took him a while to get back to his old ways.

Bucky was about to just head home, dwell in his anger and forget about the stupid idea to buy a gift for Y/N. Really, how could he have been so dumb from the start? There was probably nothing he would ever feel was good enough for her, because, in his eyes, she was the only perfect thing there was. Everything else had yet to live up to her. She also didn’t need anything. At least that was what she had always said when Tony started planning her birthday party after the meeting the other week.

When he was about to cross the street, though, a red sign caught his eye, and Bucky suddenly knew that he had found it: The perfect thing.

—

Bucky fumbled with the blue bow tied around his gift. He was nervous, to say the least, and his right hand found comfort in the softness of the ribbon. He stood before Y/N’s door. It was her birthday - her actual birthday. The party would be this weekend, but Bucky didn’t want to give it to her then. He didn't want everyone to see him giving it to her either. It was late too. The small Avengers get-together had already ended well over an hour ago, and well, for some reason, Bucky had found himself in front of her door, moments away from knocking.

That was, if his mind would finally stop taking his confidence away. What if she didn’t like it? What if she thought it was weird of him to get her something? He hadn’t thought about that before - he had been too occupied with finding something that would put that beautiful smile on her face. While his mind began to spiral into the infinite worry of what-if possibilities, Bucky didn’t notice the door before him open and a surprised Y/N standing before him with a load of laundry in her hand.

“Bucky?”

He looked up, the panic on his face doing little to hide and Y/N instantly set the basket aside. Her hands found his arms as she looked at him with round eyes. “Is everything okay?”

It took a couple seconds for Bucky to collect himself, but when he did his cheeks tinted in soft pink. “I got you something,” he confessed after ignoring the tingle her touch sent through his body and stretched his hand out to her, the light blue ribbon a little deformed from his constant fumbling second earlier.

“Oh?” Her eyes gleamed in surprise. “That’s very sweet of you, Bucky.” Y/N took the gift from his hand, feeling the weight of it and silently guessing what he could have possibly gotten her. A smile spread about her lips at the sweet gesture. Bucky and Y/N were colleagues - friends. Maybe a little more, but nothing had ever happened. It didn’t go unnoticed, however, that they looked at each other in a very special kind of way. Always stealing glances when the other wasn’t watching. So much so, that it frustrated the whole team - they would never say anything though. The both of them were way too private for that, though it didn’t keep Sam from silently punching the air with a boyish grin after Bucky had asked him what he should give Y/N for her birthday.

Y/N gestured for him to enter, and closed the door behind him when he did. When Bucky stood a little lost in her living room, she began to unpack the gift. The soft ripping of paper filled the silence and Bucky nervously wrung his hands at the sight of it. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she finally revealed the item and when they did, Bucky’s nervousness washed away.

“You remembered?” She looked up from the book in her hand. The deep green cover with the golden font glimmered under her delicate fingers as she stroked it.

Bucky treaded from one foot to the other, his hand finding its way to his neck. “Of course I remembered.” A shy smile snuck on his face.

“You know Bucky is a nerd?” Sam teased over her shoulder after stealing some grapes from the bowl in her lap.

Y/N’s head piqued up in interest, watching the confused brunette at the other side of the sofa. Bucky shot Sam a disappointed look, equally confused as to what he was hinting towards.

“I found out that he read ‘The Hobbit’ when it first came out. He’s literally the #1 fan.” The smug smile on his face turned sheepish at the bad joke.

Bucky huffed, waiting for another teasing remark, but it never came.

“It’s actually on my reading list, too. But I haven’t found one with a pretty cover for my bookshelf yet.” Her smile was shy as she searched Bucky’s eyes and found them with an adoring look glazed over his pupils.

Sam just watched the interaction, feeling partly accomplished, and party frustrated that his plan to embarrass Bucky didn’t work.

“I don’t know if you still want to get into it, but if you have any concerns, I’m always happy to tell you the story... I know the book can be a little slow in parts.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears when she looked up again. Her lip quivered before she pulled them into a smile. She placed the book on the table and slung her arms around him “Thank you so much, Buck,” she mumbled into his shoulder and Bucky grew warm from her soft voice.

“I’m glad you like it,” he mumbled back, inhaling the scent of her hair and finding comfort in it.

Her frame pulled back, and Bucky couldn’t help but wish for her to get back into his arms. “Like it? I love it. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Oh, I can’t wait to read it.” She jumped up and down before admiring it again. “Maybe we can watch the movies together after?”

His heartbeat quickened by the second. His hand grew all clammy as the excitement spread through his body. “I would love that.” He really did, but at the same time, a nervousness overtook his senses he had never felt before.

“Oh great!” Y/N turned around and admired the book again. She stopped for a minute and then she looked at him again, a timid look on her face. She was just as nervous about this.

“We could read it together, too...” The intrigue on Y/N’s face nudged him to go on further. “You know... to get through the slow parts.” He smiled shyly. “Just if you want to of course.”

Her eyes brightened at the sweet suggestion. “I would love that,” she copied. And after a moment of silence, as the both of them stood in awkwardly frozen in her living room, she spoke again. “Do... uh. Do you have time now?”

“Yes!” That came out way more excited than he intended, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She sped off to her kitchen, putting on the kettle and preparing two mugs while trying to mask her excitement. Meanwhile, Bucky tried the same thing in her living room. He looked around and let the cozy dark green paint of the wall behind the fireplace overtake his thoughts. Y/N’s home was just that: a home. Other than his apartment, which was scarcely decorated. And Bucky found himself feeling homey at the sight of picture frames and plants squeezed between books and magazines. Maybe Sam was right... maybe he didn’t have things. At least not enough to bring him joy. But before he could grieve the bare walls of his apartment he would likely be returning to tonight, Y/N stepped back into the room, two steaming cups of tea in her hands.

“I hope green is okay?”

“Perfect,” he grinned.

Y/N set the mugs down on her coffee table and settled on the most comfortable-looking couch Bucky had ever seen. Then she patted the cushions next to her and Bucky happily followed her silent invitation. He took the book from the table and settled next to her, his back leaning back and being entirely consumed by the pillows.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked.

“More than comfortable.” Y/N smiled happily as she held his stare for a moment.

Then Bucky cleared his throat and opened the book to the first chapter.

“An unexpected party.” He stopped as Y/N shifted and laid her head on his shoulder. A smile spread on his face when he felt her soft hair tickling his neck, her eyes lingering on the page before closing with a content smile.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“More than comfortable,” Y/N snickered, ready to be consumed by his deep and calming voice again.

Bucky’s eyes found the page again. He took a deep breath to contain his excitement for her cuddling up to him. He pushed off his shoes and placed his feet on the table, and then he continued: “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort...”

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skunkox · 1 month

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Let's Talk About Turning

Let's go in order of Listeners. If any of the recounted information is incorrect, please let me know.

Bright Eyes:

From retelling from old fans, Bright had literally no say (possibly idea of) the turning till after it was at least in progress.

Lovely:

They were in a life or death situation. They chose to continue living at the cost of losing the power they worked so hard to learn, along with the normalcy of everyday life.

They seem to be taking everything in stride, but I'm worried for them. They seems to be an optimist except for when it comes to their image to others. (That's a post for another day)

Darlin':

Has been given the option to be turned. They still have the option to. But there's 3 things pointing in the no direction. In chatacter wise at least.

Sam still intends to stay with them regardless of how they age. They finally feel their place in the pack. Why lose the original link that made them a part of that family? Last and finally, Sam won't be living an eternal life, regardless if Darlin' wanted to or not with him.

I'm personally a believer that Darlin' wants to keep a mortal life for Sam's sake. Giving him a natural life time line. I hate to think about it, but I think we all see how that's all ending. At least we know that if that's the route Erik has chosen, when shit really his the fan with the meridian, these two are safe. Right? Right.

Treasure:

Let me start off by saying we don't know much about them because their story is quite literally two videos deep so far. What we've seen so far is that Treasure appears to have a dependency or rather a need to do for others. Regardless if they might feel uncomfortable or just not enjoy the sway of their company. Old company we should say.

I think we've mostly come to the agreement that if Treasure hadn't wanted to go off with Porter, they wouldn't have. They were there for their at the time, friends. The night at the club very well could have been the last straw.

All this to say I believe Treasure will be getting turned. Treasure is at the beginning of a break out from their own shell and making choices that benefits themself. There is some level of care and joy between Porter and Treasure. If that grows, wouldn't they want to stay together? If the first person to truly make Treasure happy is gonna live forever, wouldn't they want to too?

There are other ideas of Treasure being a Stealth cause the bitch didn't seem to freak out over Porter being s blood sucking play boy. Erik seems to be leaving empowered reveals of his characters to listener characters to the listeners, for the most part.

There's also the chance Erik could kill off Porter's character. There's a rule of 3 for character stories, it seems. We lost Fred from a listener standpoint and gained Porter. We have 3 wolves. 3 vampires, and 3 d(a)emons that have consistant romantic undertones at the very least. Vega is dead, but he can be brought back. I don't think he's killing Porter off but it's not impossible?

We're at the calm before the storm boys. I swear in the next 4 months, shits gonna get real and all he'll will break loose. Or Aria? Through the meridian. I'm rambling.

But yeah. Totally think that Treasure will get that choice and will be turned.

Again, if my information is wrong, let a bitch know. We gonna suffer through this together.

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farmerstarter · 9 months

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"Songs the Bachelors and Bachelorettes Listen To" Headcanons (Part 1: Bachelors)

This is inspired by @stardew-shitposterino ! I saw their post, where you can read here, and I wanted my own take on it. This was super fun to write. I'll have part 2 with the bachelorettes posted tomorrow. Also, the wildest shit just happened, I got into a biking accident lol! Anyways. Thanks for stopping by! All likes and reblogs are appreciated 🌷🤍

ʚ🏈ɞ ˚ · . Alex :

🏈 I'd like to imagine Alex would listen to the most bubbly songs while exercising. He plays Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY while lifting weights.

🏈 Half his music playlist is filled with music that Haley listens to because he can't be bothered to curate his own.

🏈 Hypes himself up before practicing gridball by listening to "Eye of The Tiger" by Survivor and ends his practice by listening to "The Final Countdown" by Europe.

🏈 Doesn't shuffle his songs so he knows he's supposed to do one exercise when a certain song plays. Like, "Oh it's 'OMG' by NewJeans, I should be doing push ups rn"

🏈 Knows old songs by Nat King Cole, The Ronettes, and Percy Sledge to name a few because his grandparents like to listen to them during the weekends.

ʚ📜ɞ ˚ · . Elliott :

📜 Knows Sea Shanties because of Willy. Elliott reads on the bench by Willy's Shop while Willy was fishing and the fisherman just started singing. It would be cute to imagine that it happened because Elliott was tapping his foot in a slow rhythm and Willy started singing along with it.

📜 Elliott's knowledge on sea shanties gets even more deeper the more he hangs out with Willy. Willy invites Elliott to join him on his boat to do some deep fishing and Elliott knows like ten sea shanties by the time they get back to shore.

📜 He knows some classical pieces and plays them on his piano when he doesn't want to write for the day. Sometimes he'd compose his own songs on the spot.

📜 Dude goes main character mode and listens to songs by Cigarettes After Sex, like "Heavenly" and "John Wayne", sitting on the sand while watching the sun rise.

📜 He's a hopeless romantic, he listens to a lot of love songs. Ranging from old to new love songs, Elliott enjoys listening to the lyrics to somehow get inspired by them. It's funny to think that some of Elliott's compliments are low-key lyrics. Like, "I wish you bluebirds in the spring and to give your heart a song to sing" ('I Wish You Love' by Lisa Ono) and "Mine to have when the now and the here disappear" ('Again' by Doris Day). And it's completely unintentional. He doesn't even realize he's doing that. He just listens to romance songs too much.

ʚ🛩️ɞ ˚ · . Harvey :

🛩️ Listens to The Carpenters. "Yesterday Once More", "Top of the World", "I Won't Last A Day Without You" all that stuff. He plays it in the clinic but only when Maru isn't there because he doesn't want to bother her with his song choices. Sometimes, he'd hum out the tune while examining patients. He just enjoys how soothing they sound.

🛩️ Speaking of soothing, he likes listening to slow songs to fall asleep to. Has a whole playlist for it too that's exactly 8 hours long. He goes straight to sleep when the first song finishes and wakes up just when the last song ends.

🛩️ He has a Walkman Cassette Player. He uses it when he does his aerobics classes. Listens to just about any song on it, really. Anything that makes it seem like time is going faster is great. OH. Wait. Maybe, the ladies end up having Harvey's cassette play on a stationary cassette player that Caroline has after Harvey lets them listen to it. They all found Harvey's song choices delightful.

🛩️ He offers music therapy. They're informal sessions at most but Harvey spends a lot of time making personalized playlists. Like full on carefully and heavily curated to match specific needs and moods for his patients. It skyrockets his music knowledge to the roof.

ʚ🎸ɞ ˚ · . Sam :

🎸 He has the most random and eclectic music taste. Ranges from Rock Music and Skate Punk to Vocaloid and Video Game music. He'd be listening to "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses for one moment then listen to the "Donky Kong Country Theme" the next.

🎸 He tries to copy the guitar riffs in some songs, not stopping until he can play it in one go. By the time he's done that countless of times, both Jodi and Vincent know what song he's playing based on the first few seconds of it.

🎸 Is the one to initiate a sing along in the Stardrop Saloon on Fridays. And he's always down to do karaoke. He's even suggested some more music-centered activities to do in town events. And he managed to convince Mayor Lewis to have him be DJ during the Summer Luau but only when he promised not to add anything disgusting into the potluck.

🎸 Teaches Vincent to play the drums when the kid doesn't have any classes. It all started with Sam letting his brother hit the crash cymbal for the end of a song he was playing. Then it all went up from there. Sam starts with the basics then lets Vincent play whatever. It's a noisy few weeks in the household but Jodi appreciates her boys spending more time together.

🎸 He has playlists for all situations.

ʚ👾ɞ ˚ · . Sebastian :

👾 This dude listens to Bonobo and Aphex Twin when programming. Better yet, Sam made him a playlist specifically for when he's programming and Sebastian doesn't skip any of the songs. That's a lie. He skips the songs that Sam put in there to mess with him like "CBAT" by Hudson Mohawke and Sam's poorly sung cover of "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade.

👾 You know how some of us would stay up until 3 am to complete a project before a deadline and listen to energetic songs while doing them so we won't fall asleep? Sebastian does that. Songs like "Caramelldansen" by the Caramella Girls, "Bumblebee" by Bambee, and "Superstar" by Toy-Box to name a few. Just the idea of Sebastian hunched over his computer with those songs playing while Sam is fully jamming in the background is great.

👾 Listens to the dirtiest songs with the straightest face ever.

👾 I'm all for villagers interacting with each other so consider Sebastian and Elliott being unlikely acquaintances after Sebastian showed Elliott the wonders of the synthesizer.

👾 When his mind wanders, he ends up humming out the tune that Abigail plays with her flute.

ʚ🐣ɞ ˚ · . Shane :

🐣 Sings to his chickens. He does, you know he does. Even sings in accents when he's bored enough. Jas found out he does that after going in Shane's coop, thinking a stranger was trying to steal her uncle's chickens. But no, it's just Shane singing "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton with a British accent.

🐣 Always has his headphones on during work at the Joja Market so no one would bother him. There wouldn't even be a song playing, he just wears them. One time Sam tried to get his attention but Shane outright ignores him even when Sam pointed out his headphones aren't even connected to anything.

🐣 I like to think that Shane is a fan of Indie Folk and he listens to songs by Bon Iver when walking to work. "Beach Baby" is his favorite song.

🐣 Since Shane's always the last one to leave the Saloon, Gus would let him pick what songs to play in the jukebox until the saloon closes. Even after Shane stopped drinking alcohol, he and Gus would spend time together at the late hours of the night talking, listening to whatever song Shane played.

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durrtydawg · 1 year

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wait hold up headcanon requests??? how do the uncharted guys like/prefer their oral sex (whether that means giving or receiving, your pick 👀)?? (but only if you want to) (also YES you should keep writing the Sadir Inheritance!)

Okay, you little devil. Have the brothers, because they took me long enough & i got a little carried away.

Nate & Sam Drake Giving/ Receiving Oral (f!reader)| headcanons.

CW: nsfw (duh). 18+ pls <3

Sam:

Giving

Yeah, yeah, he can be a selfish asshole, but god, does he love to put his mouth to work on you (even if it is sometimes primarily for his own satisfaction).

Things could go one of two ways when it comes to Sam; a nasty little tease, or a total sweetheart.

He can be a cocky, condescending bastard, and he takes an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing how flustered he can get you. Whilst he rushes most things in life, he has the patience of a saint when it comes to going down on you, and loves to be buried between your thighs until he's pretty much drunk on your taste.

Though, he certainly doesn’t make it a walk in the park.

Big fan of teasing. BIGGER fan of edging. He’s a relentless menace, and will make you beg for everything: for him to touch you where you need him to, to let you cum, you name it…he’ll have you begging the whole time.

Sam loves to both watch and hear you lose composure time and time again, and since he can be big-headed *cue hairline joke*, he 100% gets off on the fact that he has the ability to do so with his mouth alone- he’ll happily have you in any position where he can watch as you do so. Go-to's include:

-Legs over his back whilst he lays on his front, hands gripping your thighs over his shoulders with enough pressure to leave bruises, close enough for you to comb your fingers through his hair…if you’re lucky enough for him to let you keep those hands of yours untied.

-Sitting on his face‼️ Tongue, lips, nose- and even teeth if he’s feeling particularly sadistic- working together perfectly in order to send you making all kinds of sounds that only he could draw from you. Also means he can get that oh-so-important alternate grip on your ass and tits (expect him to smack 'em. He will.). Now, I know this may not be the obvious choice because you’re almost pinning him down, but it gives him a chance to really go to town ’til he's got you dripping all over his face. Plus- he’d never admit this out loud- but he actually loves feeling a little used by you when the time is right, thus what better position could you possibly be in?

Ohhh, and how could I forget the overstimulation? It’s quite a sight seeing the gentle licks and sucks he uses to repeatedly coax you to the edge transform to the unrestrained messiness of a man starved.

He’ll smirk and maybe even laugh at you as you whimper and writhe against his mouth in an attempt to quell the oversensitivity, whining for him to ease off, but he’ll have such a grip on you that you’ve simply got to ‘suffer’- after all “Sorry, I--I thought y'wanted to cum, didn’t you, Princess?”.

Won't stop until you're almost passed out, and will use such an opportunity to come up to the surface and kiss you in your state of lethargy, slick-coated stubble grazing against your face as he gets you to taste yourself, drawling between breaths about how delicious you are.

Maybe he’ll add his fingers to the mix to really get you feeling insane on your own pleasure before he has his turn.

Whilst he loves riling you up (something about the way he has full control over your pleasure sends him a bit feral), he has his moments where he can be almost as tender as his brother. Sam’s a quick-witted son of a bitch, and is all over the idea of sending you into fits of giggles, even whilst he goes down on you.

He's not afraid to whip out the amusing theatrics at the right time, and can become the human embodiment of a comedically-timed 'Careless Whisper' sax break- but you might have to rein it in if you want to actually get anywhere, because there's always a slight risk that he could ruin the moment.

Not feeling attractive? Talking smack about yourself? He won't hesitate to verbally 'shush' you before leaving a trail of bruises all over your upper thighs to shut you up. Compliments? He’ll find time to pepper them in... even while he’s got his tongue buried inside you.

Receiving

Honestly, he's not difficult to impress. Simply drop to your knees in front of him with a sweet little smile, and he's already half-way there.

Mostly wants to finish inside you (idgaf what anyone says, this man has a festering breeding kink), and will primarily enjoy getting head as foreplay, BUT, there have been plenty of times where the idea of finishing on your face, down your throat, or, god help him, all over your tits, gets him so hot that he has to have you that way.

Again, total menace at times, can be tender at others...but most often he's the former. Even if he starts out sweet and slow, the closer he gets to orgasm, the higher his tendency to get a tad carried away.

He's not afraid to take total control, especially on those days where he has a lot on his mind, and needs to let out a bit of pent-up stress. He'll take out said stress on you, but of course you're more than happy to oblige.

Gag reflex not fantastic? On those rougher days, tough luck. Sam doesn't give a shit.

"Aw, strugglin', sweetheart? Good." All deep and gravelly. Heh.

He'll be hitting the back of your throat, snarky rhetorical questions chuckled through a smirk because he knows you can't respond. If anything, he wants to hear you choke on him, and with a fist to your hair, will bury himself as deep as possible, holding your head still for a few seconds just to hear you gag, before sliding out, letting you gasp in air before he goes again. He probably won't even give you time to consider getting his balls involved, though he'd sing your praises if you do.

Completely gets off on watching you drool uncontrollably, eyes watering as he fucks your throat.

Rest assured though, he'll watch you with caution, just in case there's any sign that it's too much, but tbh he probably won't take that long, so you'll be fine.

He doesn't really have a go-to place to actually cum when it comes to oral- it's like playing wheel of fortune every time- but one thing's for certain: he's gonna growl, and it's not going to be neat, so here's hoping it takes place somewhere with nearby shower access.

Deffo fantasises about getting sucked off in a public place...the riskier the location, the more turned on he is by the idea of it. Funnily enough, he's too nervous to ask because he doesn't want to cross a line...but will 'joke' about the idea of it.

Above all, Sam's in awe of you every time you offer to go down on him, and whist he may not openly express it, he cherishes the more intimate moments between you. No matter how rough he is with you, he never fails to keep telling you how pretty you look with him in your mouth, and he's always quick to resort back to a wise-crack or two after he's done, just to bring himself back down to earth;

"Well, looks like I got all...Jackson Pollock over your...*snickering, pointing to come-covered tits* Bot-'Botticellis'." "My...Botte-I- What are you on about?" "The paint-Jackson...Pollock, the painter who did all the--" "Yeah, no, I get it, 'Michaelangelo's 'David''. Just...towel please, wise guy."

Nate:

Giving

Our babygirl Nathan isn’t just a pretty face.

Now, we all know he presents himself as a bit of a know-it-all womanizer, but once he’s alone with a partner, that façade crumbles away like 99% of the bridges he sets foot on.

This sweetheart loves giving- like, loooves it, but it takes him a hot minute to get to it unless you’re the type to instruct him to do so- he can get a little nervous, and is always keen to impress, so reassurance is always helpful.

However, as soon as you make it clear that you want him to go down on you, he’s all “can't wait to taste you” right up to the second his lips are latching onto your clit. From here-on-out, he's enraptured.

He loves the intimacy of it all, and he shows it. Despite the fact that he’s doing all sorts of unholy things to you with his mouth, his hands love to wander; thumbs stroking your hips and the tops of your thighs, fingers sometimes lacing with yours if they meet at the right time. He adores it when you tell him how good he’s doing, and as your mewls and sighs progress into more languid moans, and your nails dig into him a little harder, he swears it makes him feel almost as good as being inside you altogether.

Pull👏🏼Nathan’s👏🏼hair. He loves when you get a little rough with him, and hair pulling is a huuuuge turn on. He definitely didn’t tell you this with words, but one accidental tug that you thought was a little too rough once resulted in a groan that let you know it was imperative you do it again.

Similarly to his brother, Nate enjoys a bit of edging when he’s erring just on the right side of cocky. Eating pussy is a strong contender for his favourite type of foreplay, and if he can get you just that little bit frustrated, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life when you’ve had enough. He only gets hornier the more he riles you up, solely based on his knowledge that you're not afraid to reprimand him.

In terms of position, he loves kneeling while you open up at the edge of the bed (or any surface for that matter), so you’re able to look down at him while you comb your fingers through his hair, muttering about how good he is and how amazing his mouth feels. He wants to see how good of a job he's doing, so will take multiple glances up at you through his lashes to watch how he's making you feel.

Encourage and praise him if you want to be rewarded with some extra stimulation; a simple “doing so good for me, babyboy” will send him humming gratified groans right into you.

If he’s feeling particularly submissive, he’ll beg for you to sit on his face. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you grinding yourself onto him as he laps you up like his life depends on it….just don't be surprised if he cums before you get a chance to return the favour.

Receiving

Nate definitely isn’t opposed to the idea of receiving, but is very intent on assuring you that you really don’t have to if you don’t want to - in saying that, he’s equally as quick to shut his mouth the moment you drop on your knees for him. If it makes you happy, he wants nothing more.

Wake him up with a blowjob, and he'll be putty in your hands for the rest of the day. Though he'll be in full admiration of you regardless of when you go down on him.

Will delicately brace a hand behind your head during, but wouldn't ever think about moving it in any way- he'll play with the hairs on the nape of your neck to give himself something to distract him from finishing too soon, so he's not nervously clutching onto whatever's nearby.

If he's not doing that, he's cupping your jaw, swiping up the stray spit that escapes the corners of your lips- he probably thinks it's helping you out somehow...it's not, but it's cute nonetheless.

Loves watching you- partially because he wants to make sure you're genuinely enjoying yourself, but mostly because he can't deny how good you look with his cock in your mouth, glint in your eye as you look up at him through your lashes.

BIG blusher, and actually pretty noisy. He gets so whiney the closer he gets to finishing, despite his attempts to keep any sounds held at the back of his throat- his hands can often be found searching feverishly for something to grip onto as he twitches on your tongue.

Nate definitely likes it when you deepthroat him, however, he hasn't once tried to force it out of you, and he prefers it if you take your time. If you gag, he's gonna panic and will probably pull away from you to ensure you're okay- He'll probably be too concerned to let you carry on, which can get annoying when all you want to do is go ham on his cock, but you can't deny it's sweet and endearing that he's thoughtful enough to check up on you.

Sometimes, however, you just have to shut him up by sitting on his face whilst you continue, just to keep his mouth occupied. Every cloud, eh?

Tie him tf up if you really want to see a man flustered- he wants it, but just won't ask. If you're not planning on making him finish with oral alone, use this as an opportunity to edge him to oblivion before you fuck him <3.

Will always always warn you when he's about to cum. He doesn't want to catch you by surprise, and wants to make sure you're not about to get caught off guard.

He'll want to jerk himself into your mouth if he's held himself together enough to do so- not only does he love the expectant grin and slight vulnerability on your face as you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, but he wants to prove to you that he's capable of having a little control over his own pleasure. He's definitely missed before though, because he can't keep his eyes open, and on more than one occasion there's been an emergency dash to pick up some eyedrops from the chemist.

Will be all blushy and giggly and cute as he wipes your face clean, never failing to remind you how much he thinks the world of you, thanking you time and time again til he's ready for round two.

Me:

#nathan drake #samuel drake #uncharted #sam drake x reader #nathan drake x reader #headcannons #hehe asks #yeah yeah i know sam's is longer but we all knew that was going to happen :')#what's the bet this won't show up in the tags 🥰#2 notes for this one folks #sam drake #oh my god should i tag tom holland?#I'm gonna do it #tom holland #haha

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Fire in the Water: Chapter Five

Summary: You had thought dating a vampire would be the most complicated thing you'd ever done. But as it turns out, becoming one is even more complicated. The boys are determined to make your transformation as smooth as possible while each fighting to maintain the relationships they once had and those they now lust for. Author's Note: As always, I'd like to thank the lovely @gretasmokerising for inspiring me and encouraging me and @earthlysorrows for editing and helping me piece everything together/brainstorm Content Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of suicide risk, talk of blood, oral sex (m. receiving), penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact) Word Count: 9.3k

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You'd been lingering around the greenhouse more and more as the days went by. Things with Josh felt strange, things with Jake even stranger. So instead of facing either of them, you preferred to hunt with Sam and hole up with the plants in your free time. It seemed like a good balance, despite being the cowardly thing to do.

It wasn't just the tie, though. On your hunts with Sam, you never really felt any true remorse for the things you did. The person you became when you were hungry. And more and more, it seemed you were that person regardless of your state of hunger. You weren't entirely certain Sam didn't regret signing up to teach you. He was a good teacher, you just weren't a very good student.

You ran cold most of the time but on a moment's notice, you'd thaw hot. Sam was getting more used to it the more time you spent together. He used touch to bring you back to him. It was the only thing that seemed to ground you without pulling you too far in the opposite direction. But really, it just distracted you. It was no true remedy. Sam assured you it would just take time. You weren't so sure.

The truth was, the longer you spent apart from the twins, the more you came into yourself. You were finding yourself in that forest, even if what you found wasn't very pretty. It was a whole other thing entirely to contend with but you were set on understanding yourself better. At least you could make progress on something while you formulated a plan to miraculously fix your love life.

You and Sam never spoke of your love life, not after that first day in the woods when he had confronted you on the matter. You suspected he knew sometimes. It wasn't as though your thoughts were devoid of the subject completely. But if he did know, he never let on. Silently, from the confines of the greenhouse when Sam was nowhere to be found, you sometimes wondered if he didn't bring it up because he didn't want to think of you that way, having hurt his brother the same way Adele had hurt him. Maybe he didn't bring it up because he didn't want to know if he was right. Maybe he'd have no choice but to look at you differently if he knew.

You didn't tell him for those same reasons. If Sam were to turn your back on you, you felt certain you'd wander into the forest with no intention of ever returning. You'd grown to need him, in your own way. But even so, you seldom let yourself hope he needed you back.

He was getting used to your routine, so much so that one night, when you had emerged from his shower after a particularly brutal hunt, you'd wandered into the greenhouse to find a makeshift pillow fort amongst the plants. It was nestled snugly in between tables that looked recently cleaned and the stringed lights that illuminated the little glass house looked fresh, like they'd been replaced. You'd even noticed the paper garland that now hung in tandem with the lights, tiny gold foil stars that reflected the twinkling sparks even better than the glass did. You never thanked him out loud for it. But he had heard what he needed to hear.

It was such a beautiful place to hide out. It almost eased the guilt over the fact that you were indeed hiding. You weren't even sure who you were hiding from more: Josh or Jake. With Josh, you ran the risk of saying something you couldn't take back, maybe even recoiling from a touch that would leave a scar deeper than anything your gifts were capable of. But with Jake, you ran the risk of doing something you couldn't take back, something that would lead to more. And you weren't exactly good at stopping when it was more that you wanted.

So it was the greenhouse that comforted you while Sam was busy doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't hunting. It was the plants that you confided in. Grieved with. Even sometimes laughed with.

Actually, maybe you were just going crazy from lack of interaction. That was a possibility too.

Regardless, you were beginning to lose time. Days blurred together when you didn't sleep and hardly noticed the cadence of the sun and moon alternating in the sky. So when Danny showed up amongst the glass walls, it almost startled you, and the five o'clock shadow on his upper lip seemed to be the only indication of passing time.

When you heard him enter, you sat up and folded your legs underneath you. He moved silently to sit in front of you, pulling an unused pot to the edge of your blanket and overturning it to use as a makeshift stool. You'd half-expected Adele to be glued to his side, had barely seen them apart since you'd arrived. But he was alone, his usual soft smile adorning his lips but looking much less mischievous now that his other half was elsewhere. Maybe Josh had sent him to come find you.

"Where’s Adele?" you asked, not meeting his eyes but instead casting yours downward to fiddle with a fray in the hem of a purple velvet blanket you'd been using. If Josh had sent him, you'd rather not see that hurt on Danny's face, a message from his brother.

"She likes to take advantage of the heavier storms and walk along the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Only makes me a little nervous," Danny chuckled lightly.

"Do you ever go with her?"

"No, she needs her alone time."

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel the same," you mumbled under your voice.

You brought your knees to your chest and rested your chin against them, ignoring the beautifully sympathetic laugh Danny let out.

Him and his perfect match. Danny and Adele made everything look so easy despite the messiness you'd heard tales of. You'd still only seen remnants of the aftermath. If you didn't know any better, you would have said it had gone smoothly, that they were always meant to be. Even knowing how it had happened, your human self would have agreed. Danny and Adele were always meant to be. But you'd seen the memory Sam had shown you. You had seen the way Adele had once looked at Sam instead of Danny. How they managed to waltz about the house and ignore what they had done, you weren't sure. Maybe one day you'd understand but it wouldn't be understanding born out of your own willingness to give in to it. In fact, you quite hoped you'd never understand. You couldn't bring yourself to put Josh through such hurt.

"How's the super hearing?" Danny interrupted your thoughts and pulled you back to the physical walls surrounding you.

"Pretty annoying to be honest," you admitted, "although it's not so bad out here. Mostly just hear the forest."

It was secluded enough to make you feel mostly alone, only a glimpse or two of the noises of life carrying on inside the home audible when you let your focus wander away from the forest.

"It takes a lot of work to tune it all out but it’ll happen eventually."

You might have rolled your eyes but truthfully, it was hard to be annoyed with Danny. Even for you.

"I’ll have to take your word for it," you said instead, earning another laugh from him where he sat now leaning down with his elbows on his knees to bring himself closer to you, make himself a little smaller.

"When Jake turned, it was almost too much for him. There was a stretch of time where we thought he was going to…well, try and die for real." There was a sense of reminiscence in his voice as he recalled it, his fingers absently fiddling with a rope bracelet slung around his wrist and pulled taught. It must have been a painful memory for him; he almost winced as he remembered it. "With the hearing and his gifts, he could barely even have a conversation with someone sitting right across from him. It took time but he learned how to focus on one thing at a time. Just feel something or hear something, and focus on that."

You couldn't imagine Jake as anything other than what you had seen so far, the picture of control. Even the glimpse you'd stolen of him with his women had painted an image of a vampire who had mastered his own urges and kept them under tight rein in order to live the life he wanted. He couldn't afford to be careless and lose control. But knowing that there had been another version of him, and one who had struggled so greatly with his own control, admittedly you felt a little less bad about your own lack of it. It didn't make your current circumstances any more favorable, but at the very least, it made you feel a little less alone.

Although loneliness wasn't exactly the issue. When it came to Jake, there was an entire chasm of problems to venture deep into. Not that you were feeling adventurous.

You cleared your throat and moved the topic from Jake to the brother you'd now spent far more time with.

"You and Sam. You don't talk anymore?"

Danny sat back off his knees, putting unmissable distance between you as he sighed. You knew what that meant. It wasn't an easy topic for him to discuss. But he answered your question with a resigned shake of his head that sent his curls bouncing in their place.

"Not the way we used to," he said simply, a rather quiet resolution to the mess that you felt every time you entered a room with Sam or Danny.

"Do you regret it?"

"There's nothing to regret. It wasn't a choice I really made. I would do anything for Adele, no matter the consequences and how badly they hurt."

You weren't all that sure you felt the same, although supposedly that would change. It was those consequences and that hurt that drove you away from the idea of it altogether.

You sighed heavily as you continued to pluck at the fraying edge on the blanket, effectively worsening its state. "Do you think you'll ever fix things?"

"I hope. Losing him was the hardest thing I've ever done. He's just a ghost of who he was before." A smile grew on his face, no doubt at some memory of Sam that he was recalling. "You would have loved him."

He hadn't meant it in any bad way but you couldn't help but feel it was unfair. You didn't dislike Sam, not even close. Even if he was different from how he'd been. Of course, it probably helped that you'd never known him before. But in your time with him, hunting and talking, learning and listening, he had been gentle. He had warmed to you like a cat resting on hardwood floor in the only sun spot it could find. And as a vampire now, you'd drawn to him like moth to flame. You were one in the same, forever changed by things outside of your control. Forever angered by those things.

It made you think about your own losses, the ones that still burned in your throat and clawed at your chest when you weren't looking.

"I'm not very good at losing people," you offered out of the blue.

Danny stood from where he'd been sitting on the overturned pot, catching your eye as he stepped onto your blanket and folded his legs beneath him the way you had situated yours.

"I think you handle yourself better than you think you do. Maybe present situation excluded."

His eyes shone brightly and you couldn't help but chuckle with him at his comment.

You shook your head, remembering back to how deep you had fallen after your parents and how desperate you'd been for a reprieve when you had met Josh. He hadn't fixed you by any means but he had distracted you from the harsher realities you hadn't quite been ready to deal with. Realities you now had no choice but to face, despite the way you still fought it.

"I pushed it down when I was human. I don't think I'm capable of pushing anything down now though."

"Everything will bubble to the surface eventually. But the good news is, you have a lot of time to learn to manage it all."

A lot of time. That was hardly the half of it.

"I know you're struggling," Danny started again. "You've been out here for three days. Josh is starting to worry. Hell, we're all starting to worry. Sam keeps reassuring us you're doing okay but…"

God, had it been three full days since you'd been in the house?

"I don't want to be around anyone right now. It's better that way." You held your knees tighter to your chest.

"You don't deserve to go through this alone," Danny answered softly. "I've been where you've been. I didn't go through it alone. I wouldn't have made it if I had."

When you met his eyes, you saw a glimmer of recognition, like he knew more than he let on. Maybe he had seen it already, something within you that he recognized as being within himself. Maybe it was the look you had given Jake that had given you away. Then again, maybe he hadn't seen anything and this was all just a recon mission for Josh. Surely if he knew, he'd have said something about it by now.

Regardless, he knew better than anyone what you were going through. Well, anyone other than Adele, that was. But maybe he had some wisdom to impart that would make your world seem a little less foggy to you.

"I…I've been feeling something…strange." You struggled to form words despite Danny's kind eyes resting on your face ever so gracefully.

"What is it?" he asked softly, encouraging you.

"I'm different…I mean, I feel different…" You trailed off. It was a hard thing to admit, the feelings you suddenly had for your boyfriend's twin. How could you say that out loud?

"That's normal-" Danny started but you quickly stopped him.

"No, not just the normal different. And not just the…the crazy mood swings and the anger but…"

He noticed your hesitation and cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing in harder the longer you rambled. Finally, with a sigh, your shoulders sank.

"I feel like such a bad person," you admitted in a whisper.

Danny's hand found yours where it hugged your leg, prying it away just enough that he could take hold of your fingers in his palm.

"Whatever it is, I promise you I will never judge you."

He knew what it was, you were certain of it now. Just the way he looked at you made it evident without him uttering so much as a single word on the topic. But he clearly wanted to hear it from your mouth before he lobbied any allegations.

"Things haven't felt the same between Josh and I." You stared at him intently as you spoke, bracing for any sign of judgment. "I'm worried…that I might have…tied-"

It was the image of Jake suddenly appearing in the doorway of the greenhouse that cut your words off sharply, your eyes darting over to him and Danny's following suit.

“Am I interrupting?" Jake asked. He looked even more disheveled than usual, the bags under his eyes having deepened in color since the last time you'd seen him.

"Clearly-" you started, but Danny spoke over you.

“Not at all, we were just talking about super hearing.”

Jake looked past Danny as if he weren't even there, addressing you only when he spoke.

“We need to talk.”

You said nothing, watching silently as Danny glanced back and forth between you both once before standing to his feet and wiping his palms on his jeans.

"Adele will be back soon so, I'm just gonna…" He gestured with his thumb toward the door, signaling his exit.

You watched him leave with a disapproving look melted into your face, freezing there for Jake once the two of you were alone.

"Do you plan to hide out here forever?" he asked finally after a long tenured silence.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you said flatly, turning your eyes back to the tattered trim of the blanket in your lap.

“Don’t do this, don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not your little human anymore, I can hurt you now."

He shook his head. “You were always capable of hurting of me.”

You stared at him incredulously, disbelief now crossing your features. It felt like this was all some sort of cruel joke that wouldn't end.

You stood to confront him, crossing the greenhouse and weaving around plants simply so you could cast your judgment over to him instead, pushing your finger into his chest hard enough to leave a dent had he been human.

“You did this to me," you accused angrily. "This is your fault.”

"Yes, this," he gestured to you, "this is my fault. But this?"

He reached his hand up to cup your face gently, staring into your eyes like he was staring into your soul. When his fingers wrapped around to graze against your neck, you felt the immediate draw, that immediate yearning to pull yourself into him and let his lips glide against yours.

"I didn't create this," he whispered.

It must have been stronger for him, feeling his own desire and his own attraction as well as yours. It must have been twice as hard for him to stay away from you, to ignore the fact that you'd been staying mere feet from him in the greenhouse. He hadn't even had another woman over since you'd hunkered down there, maybe since you'd tied at all. And when he touched you, you remembered why. It brought back the strength of the feeling that had dulled in his absence.

Your eyes felt heavy as he stepped closer, dragging down to his lips where they sat plump and pink, like they were pillow soft and waiting to prove it to you. He seemed just as fixated on your own when your gaze flickered back up to study him, to watch his movements carefully.

It was an attraction that you could feel growing stronger by the second and how you would ever deny him one day, you weren't sure. Even now, after only a few measly days, you wanted to crash your lips to his. You wanted to taste him, to be tasted by him.

The feeling was strong. But for now, you were still stronger.

"Enough. I get it," you broke the tension quickly, physically pushing him off of you to sever the contact. And when you did, that feeling dissipated almost instantly and dwindled down to just a mere spark, one akin to what you had felt for him as a human. It was only a matter of time that it would exist that way, but it bought you time to figure out what to do. If there even was anything to do.

"You need to stay away from me," you reiterated as you turned from him to gaze at the plants you'd taken in as your own, left in their solitude that now comforted you.

"It won't matter, not for long."

Your fingers dug into the table in front of you and your eyes wound shut while you tried your best to hold your composure close. He was right and you knew it but that didn't make it hurt any less. And it didn't do anything to subdue your anger.

"Josh cannot find out about this," you whispered in a tense hush, your teeth gritting and grinding against one another.

"You can't even bring yourself to see him."

It was the thought of Josh that incited moisture to spring up from your eyes, the thought of leaving Josh and living without him while he led a life as miserable as Sam. You couldn't bring yourself to do it to him. You couldn't condemn him to such sorrow.

You turned sharply back toward Jake. "You can fix it, you can take this away."

He stepped toward you slowly despite being the only one mostly shielded from your gifts. Not that he could avoid feeling your hurt as easily.

“I can’t-” he started, brows furrowing in on that sympathetic look he seemed to always be wearing around you now. It infuriated you, seeing him that way. Acting helpless, like this was just something he was going to accept.

“Bullshit, you can't,” you screamed back, the sound piercing the air and sending birds which had previously been resting comfortably in the surrounding trees scurrying up into the air to flee.

He looked devastatingly helpless. Maybe he'd never encountered a feeling he couldn't fix or tinker with just enough to make the person feeling it feel better. But you couldn't forget that he would feel Josh's hurt at the end of it all too.

"It'll only be temporary," he answered reluctantly as he met you where you stood. It must have been the tears now cascading down your cheeks that prompted him forward as you pressed the heel of your hands into your eyes.

"I'm not supposed to want you, I'm not-" It came out as a choked sob now, having crept up on you the way it usually did. You were quick to anger, but the hurt that drove you to tears? That one hunted you in the night, stalked you like a silent predator and only attacked when you realized you were backed into a corner.

You didn't see him wrap his arms around you but you felt him there and instinctively buried your face into his chest as you cried.

"I know," he attempted to soothe you with his hands cradling the back of your head, letting his fingers dig into your scalp to hold you tightly, like a weighted blanket engulfing as much of your body as he could. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did this, I'm sorry I turned you. I couldn't let you die, I couldn't."

"Did you know?" you choked out against his chest in between muffled sobs.

"No, of course I didn't know." He sounded almost offended by what you had accused him of and suddenly you were pushing him away again.

Always so hot and cold.

"Is that why you were taking me out to dinners? Staying up late at night talking to me while Josh was out-" The accusation burned in your throat, scalding him on the way out as he shook his head vehemently in his defense.

"I was just trying to make you feel like you had a family again-"

"And now you're taking it from me! The thing I wanted so badly and you snatched it up like it belonged to you! You knew! I know you knew!"

Maybe it had been a baseless accusation before but when you watched him go quiet and saw the pained look fold in his brows as his lips pursed into a tight line, you suddenly wanted to hurt him. It made you rethink those nights you had spent together, him cooking for you, playing games with you, talking and listening to you, all while Josh was out feeding. That last night especially, the memory of it warped in your mind until it was unrecognizable.

"Say it!" you all but screamed through your tears and your anger.

"Danny always saw Josh turn you," he said finally, much more calmly than you. "But even then, he never saw anything past that. We never really knew why. Sam was trying to talk him out of doing it just in case. And then after I met you, I…I don't know. I wondered."

It was embarrassing how heavily the tears began to fall, even if the admission made no difference in the way of inevitability.

"You should have just let me die," you sputtered.

He shook his head in disbelief. It was the most wounded you'd ever seen him.

"You'd rather have died than be tied with me?"

"I'd rather have died than become what I am! I cannot deal with losing myself and Josh too!"

"Josh will understand. It isn't your fault-"

"Get out!" You finally snapped. Too many mentions of Josh, too much dwelling on the circumstances that you begged the universe to change. You could barely look at Jake. "Can't you feel how badly I want you to get away from me?"

"Baby, please just talk to me-"

You couldn't argue with the tingle that pet name sent surging through your bloodstream but you could brush it off and pretend it never happened. Even if he had felt it.

You pushed past him in an angry huff. If he wouldn't leave, you would.

"Where are you going?" he asked from behind you.

You knew he longed to grab your wrist and pull you back into him and with one touch, you would have caved in his arms instantly. But he didn't reach for you. He let you go.

"I'm going to make things right," you called back to him as you went. "And you might want to pay real close attention to what you're about to feel because it's what I should be feeling and what I will be choosing to feel."

It was your rage that carried you through the house, up the steps and down the hall until you pushed open Josh's bedroom door to find him nose deep in a journal on the bed he'd bought for his human girlfriend.

When he caught sight of you, the worry that had creased his forehead and sent his fingers buzzing with restlessness was suddenly a thing of the past. He practically jumped off the bed to greet you with arms open wide.

"Danny knew he'd get you out of there. I was going to send Adele in next-"

It wasn't a hug you wanted. It was Josh. Some tangible proof that what you'd had before still existed between you. So you said nothing, only crashed your mouth against his. He accepted you instantly, his hands finding your body the way they always did. He pulled you into him like he wanted to become one with you.

You moaned against his mouth when his tongue slipped past your lips. He was eager. You couldn't blame him; you'd been avoiding him for days. But his eagerness was exactly what you needed. He couldn't hurt you anymore, at long last. You'd take his eagerness and devour it.

You weren't gentle when you guided him backward and pushed his back up against the glass wall framing his room, sending a dangerous crack splintering through the glass at the impact. A whimper started deep within his chest and worked its way up through his throat until you were swallowing it down like it was your communion for some unholy ritual you were performing with him.

His mouth worked against yours, never once pulling away even as your hands moved in a frenzy to tear at the material of his shirt, letting it fall away in tatters. You moved to his pants next, his usual khakis with his belt looped through. Too many obstacles to get to him. But his hands wound around your wrists, holding them still as he pried his mouth away and struggled to speak with your mouth now against his neck, never missing a beat.

"What is this?" he whispered, his breath catching in the end when you nipped at his skin hard enough to send a shot of pleasure up through his body but not hard enough to break skin.

"I just need you," was all you replied.

It seemed to be enough for him because he let your wrists go without any further questioning and took your hips in his hands, pulling your pelvis into his. You each moaned at the contact, feeling the other so close and tempting the control the other had. But you needed more. You needed him fully to assure yourself you still had a choice, still had some say in what happened to you and who you'd spend eternity with.

He practically growled against your mouth when your hands teased his erection through his pants, rubbing painstakingly soft lines up and down his shaft straining in his tight khakis. He was so mouthwateringly big. Surely your desire for him could never change.

Your own passion seemed to ignite that same Josh that had demonstrated himself the last night you'd spent with him as a human, only now, there was nothing he could do that would hurt you irreparably. He could be himself with you, fully, finally. He could use his strength without worry, drink from you without worry, encompass himself in you without worry. And you hoped he would.

His hands weaved their way into your hair, pulling your head back sharply the way Jake had the night at the bar. It seemed like such a distant memory but it was that memory that the sensation brought back to the forefront of your mind. How dark his eyes had been. How badly you'd wanted to give him a hard time even when your breath had failed you.

You tried to shake the memory of Jake from your mind as you took in his twin now, eyes almost entirely black with lust and need. He was practically gone, only a shell of your regular Josh, replaced almost fully by the creature that he was. That you both now were.

You couldn't help the almost evil smile that spread on your lips as he held your head back, not letting you near his lips where you wanted to be.

"Don't hold out on me." You whispered the tease.

He smiled back, a devilish smile that overtook his face.

"Never," he answered.

He pulled your face back into his, this time biting your lip and drawing blood when he felt your fingers tease the imprint of the head of his cock still sheathed in his pants. And the moment your blood touched his tongue, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your body. It wasn't like being drank from as a human. When he had bitten you before, it had hurt. But this time, there was no hurt to be found. This time, when he drank from you, you felt like you'd taken ecstacy. It heightened every sensation within your body. Every touch that was electric before now seared into your flesh. It numbed your mind into an almost orgasmic-like state despite how little you'd even done up until that point.

You could only imagine what it would feel like to have Jake's lips in his place, his fangs instead of Josh's puncturing your skin. An already strong feeling in and of itself, he could make it feel like more.

Your mind did a dangerous dance between the two brothers, your body lusting after the one who now touched you while your mind lusted for the one who didn't even need to touch you. But each time you felt your mind wander to Jake, you fought harder to suppress it. It wasn't anything real, after all. It was a chemical reaction created by some ancient ritual that you really knew nothing about.

It wasn't real.

You maneuvered Josh until his back was pressing into the mattress. There was something to be said for the integrity of the bed frame, too, groaning uneasily under the weight of the force you used to push him backward. He tried to pull you down with him, urging you to put him out of his misery and straddle his cock already but you splayed his arms out on either side of his head, using your strength to hold him down by his biceps as you indulged your tongue in a delicious path down the icy skin of his torso.

You only moved your hands when your chin met the waistband of his pants, giving him a stern enough look to hold him in his place while you ripped the belt loops of his khakis removing his belt and tore the remaining fabric down his thighs. He looked lost in his lust as you stared down at his cock, having sprung up from its confines and now bobbing eagerly against his abdomen. Waiting for you.

When he lifted his head to watch you and you met his eyes, for a fraction of a second it was Jake you saw, casting his lustful eyes down at you as they practically pleaded with you to take his cock into your mouth. But almost as quickly, the image of Jake evaporated and left you staring a little too intently at Josh.

You blinked it away, trying to bring yourself back to him, trying to focus.

"What's wrong?" Josh asked softly from above you, the eagerness and desperation melting away the moment he became concerned for you.

You shook your head to ease him back into it.

"Nothing." You gave him a smile, one you hoped was convincing, and dipped your face down without another word to press a light kiss against his thigh.

His skin was so soft and plush, even where the muscles laid taught just beneath the skin. His body always begged to be touched. It was made for it.

Your lips worked their way over to his hardened length leaking desperation. You had always loved teasing him but now it served another purpose. The lingering touches, the whimpers they elicited from Josh's lungs, it helped ground you. It kept you there with him while your mind fought to float out and find his brother.

You don't want him, you told yourself. You repeated it back in your mind, over and over. You wanted Josh; you were sure of it. You would always want Josh.

You did away with the teasing to finally take him down your throat, noting your lack of a gag reflex as you nuzzled your nose against the soft hair tickling his pelvis at the base. And his moan in response was loud, maybe louder than you'd ever heard him. He was letting himself go. He was moving without worry, feeling without caution. Every movement freed him a little further. But to you, it felt like each brought you closer to the entanglement. Each movement brought you closer to something you couldn't avoid.

You focused on the way he tasted resting heavy against your tongue, the way he sounded, too. Those sounds which were distinctly Josh. Not needing to breathe was a nice addition; you could pump your mouth around him forever without any breaks, working him up faster than you ever could have as a human.

He leaned up onto his elbows to watch you take him, each bob of your head taking him deep into the back of your throat before you retreated to swirl your tongue around the head. He tasted like Josh, a beautiful mixture of salty and sweet that laid so nicely on your tongue. He felt like Josh, too, thick and pulsing against your tongue. And he sounded like Josh, whimpering in that way that he did that made it sound like he'd do absolutely anything you asked of him, if only you'd keep going.

Everything was right and yet somehow it all felt so wrong.

"You take me so well," he whispered as he watched you, in awe of the way your tongue lapped along his shaft as you suctioned your mouth around him, the head of his cock hitting that soft tissue at the back of your throat with each downward movement.

You wanted it. No, you wanted to want it. Was Jake paying attention? Was he jealous? Was he out there with his women, paying no mind to what you were doing?

Your rhythm faltered and you pulled off of him quickly, moving to straddle him instead.

"Such a rush…" he whispered.

You knew Josh preferred slow but he was certainly never one to complain. And you would have happily gone slow with him if it weren't for the fact that you now felt you were in a race with your thoughts as they devolved into something you weren't proud of.

Josh helped you out of your jeans at the pace you had wanted, his hands making quick work of the material of both your top and bottoms to leave you in only your silky undergarments. Neither of which you bothered to remove. Instead, you simply yanked the material of your panties to the side and slid down onto his length with a sigh of relief. He was where he belonged.

He still felt good; at least there was that. His cock buried deep inside of you still felt as mind numbing as it always had, and even more so when he lifted himself up to let his fangs sink into the spot just below your breast.

You drew in a sharp breath when you felt the pull of your blood from your body into his mouth. You didn't realize that part would be different as a vampire, the cold blood stagnant in your veins and probably not satiating but somehow incredibly sexual.

You used his hair as your anchor, holding him close to you while you began to raise and lower your hips.

"Oh my god," you gasped. You could have spilled tears at the sensation of riding him while he drank from you.

Josh's mouth pulled away from where he had latched onto your skin to kiss lower, bending his torso to bite further down.

"Fuck, Josh!" you gasped at the way the feeling had dissipated and suddenly resurged through your body.

You rode him faster, taking advantage of the enhanced muscles in your legs to work up a pace that would have incited the meanest of burns in your legs as a human. But as a vampire, it was easy. It was easy to ride him into oblivion as he struggled to keep it together.

He pulled away from your body again to bring his lips up to your ear, one arm still holding him upright while the other curved around your back and pressed you closer to him.

"I don't need the soul tie," he whispered. "I have you. That's what matters."

It hit you all at once, the weight of the lie you were keeping from him. Your hips faltered and an intense shame pushed through your body like it owned you.

"I'm sorry, I can't-" you sputtered, pulling yourself off of him and practically flying backward until your back hit the wall behind you and he was left lying on the bed, confused and concerned.

He stared at you stunned for only a split second as the tears began to fall down your face before he was at your side, pants pulled back into their place and crouching low next to you where you had sunk against the floor.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What did I do?” Concern dipped his forehead, creating lines of worry deeper than his face usually held. Although that seemed to be a trend, as of late.

“I don’t-I don’t even know how to-” You stuttered, unable to form your thoughts into words and further unable to say what it was you clearly needed to say.

“It’s okay," he urged in that soft voice of his that had talked you out of one of the darkest times of your life, "you can talk to me. I'm sorry for whatever I did-”

“You didn't do anything. I’m just…I’m different, Josh.”

You were different. That was really all you could get out? That hardly explained the half of it.

But he nodded confidently. “I know, sweet girl, I know.”

It made you sigh, suddenly frustrated that he wasn't understanding even though you weren't giving him anything to understand. You were still hiding from him. And now it felt like you were flat out lying to him.

“No, no, I’m not…” You trailed off, burying your face in your hands and hoping the disgust didn't seep through your fingers for him to see.

“What?” he urged lightly.

You didn't know how to say it. You weren't certain you could even bring yourself to say it if you did. So instead, you opted for the next best thing. And it was just as truthful.

“I don’t deserve you, Josh. I’m not…I’m not good.”

His concern only deepened.

“What are you even saying?”

You struggled to meet his eyes, afraid he might see more of the truth there than you meant for him to. Afraid he might even coax it out of you himself with only the sadness behind his own. He could always shake you with just those big brown eyes. Of course, he never really needed to. You'd always just been putty in his hands and happy to be it. But things were changing.

“I’m not who I was and I don’t know why things are so different but they are.” Just enough to tell him you were changing but not enough to really explain anything at all. You'd look back on this conversation and regret holding him at such arms length.

But to your surprise, he nodded. And he looked like maybe he actually did understand, although how deep that understanding went, you weren't sure.

“You think I don’t know things are different? Trust me, I know." He chuckled but it wasn't a happy sound. More defeated than anything else. "I know you’re going through things you don’t want to talk to me about and I’m trying not to pry and give you your space but maybe I haven’t done the right thing. Fuck, I almost asked Sam earlier to tell me what you've been thinking but I couldn't bring myself to." He chuckled again, shaking his head as he stifled his rambling.

"Has he…said anything?" you asked cautiously. There wasn't much that Sam knew either but you weren't exactly careful with your thoughts, especially not when blood was involved.

"Just that your hunts have been going well and not to worry."

It was your turn to shake your head, your hand smearing against your forehead in exasperation. You might have had a headache if you'd been able to feel that type of pain.

"Maybe you should be worried," you whispered.

You hadn't even meant to say it aloud but once you did, you couldn't take it back. He had heard it and it set those lines deeper into his forehead. They'd be permanent wrinkles before long if you had anything to do with it.

"I just mean I can't control the things that I'm feeling…" It wasn't exactly a save by any means but it did seem to ease him a little.

He settled into a sitting position on the ground in front of you, like he was hunkering down there for as long as he needed to. He let his hand rest on your knee, careful not to go any further but keeping the contact to assure you that he was there, in whatever capacity you needed him to be. It should have made you better but it only caused a swell in the feeling of dread that seemed to have nested a permanent home in your chest.

"What do you need?" he asked softly, his thumb grazing along your skin. You knew that if that little finger had the power to ease all of your pain, it would. "I'll give you anything you need to get through this.”

There was no doubt in your mind of that. You only doubted what it would be worth in the end. If he would regret ever giving himself to you fully. It would cost you a lot but for him? It would cost him everything.

“What if I don’t get through it?” you asked just above a whisper, not meeting his eyes but instead fixing them to the movements of his thumb, movements that once would have incited fire deep inside your belly.

“I’m not going to leave you behind. Never.”

Never. It was like Sam and Adele's forever. He meant it now but he wouldn't mean it for long.

“What if…" you gulped hard, forcing yourself to continue. "What if we don’t get through this?”

You placed the emphasis where it was due and braced yourself for an overly supportive boyfriend, insisting that wouldn't be the case. It might have been the worst thing he could have possibly said in that moment but you should have known Josh better than that. You should have given him more credit for the things he saw, even when no one would give him a straight answer.

He pursed his lips hard, forming them into a tight line that they hardly ever agreed to. You were testing out his ability to frown, to morph wrinkles into his perfect skin, to look anything other than how he had been born to look: happy.

No, he didn't look happy. He didn't look like the Josh you were so familiar with. But he at least looked sincere. He was never capable of looking anything less than that.

“You are a part of this family now," he answered. And this time, the concern in his brows seemed to be concern that you may not believe him. But he pressed on. "That will always be the case, no matter which path you choose. And Jake…Jake can help you, you know. Help you control what you're feeling in a way the rest of us can't.”

Control. Would you spend the rest of your life without it? Eternity was a long time, surely you'd learn how to better manage. But the idea of someone else controlling you, even if that someone were Jake and his illustrious gifts, left a sour taste in your mouth. You didn't want to leave your fate up to someone else, constantly experiencing life through a haze of emotions you didn't create. It might have sounded appealing when you were a human but now that everything was intensified and you took pleasure in the things you shouldn't have, you wanted to be the keeper of your own emotions, erratic as they were. If it was manufactured chemicals you wanted, you wanted to choose it. And if it really was Jake you wanted, you wanted to choose him too.

You said nothing but after some time spent on the floor, the top of your head pressed into his chest while you slumped over on yourself, he picked you up quietly and carried you to bed. Not to sleep but to hold you.

You knew it was likely to be the last time you'd find any comfort in his arms the way you once had. And silently, against the cover of his chest, you mourned the loss of it.

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At some point when the sun broke over the horizon and signaled dawn, you slid out of bed while Josh refreshed himself in the shower, aiming for the bottle of aged whiskey Jake kept in the liquor cabinet tucked away in the kitchen. Something to keep you company throughout the day, you had decided.

You heard Sam descend the stairs and enter the kitchen as your fingers found the familiar curve of the bottle.

"I'm not hungry." You didn't even turn to look at him as you straightened and uncorked the bottle, taking a swig directly from it. It didn't burn the way it might have as a human but it still tasted like gasoline. You weren't entirely sure how Jake stomached it. Maybe that was his version of self-inflicted torture.

“You’ve practically been screaming your thoughts to me,” Sam said as he settled with his hip jutting into the counter next to you.

You could feel the lecture you were about to get and it angered you before it even graced his lips and fell upon your ears.

“You and Jake. Making sure I'm never fucking alone.”

“I like to think I've been a little kinder about it than Jake.”

He had been. But you were keeping more and more secrets with each passing second and you were struggling to want to admit that to him.

You slammed the liquor cabinet door shut, closing your eyes and breathing deeply as your fingers sank into the wood and left little crescent moon dents in the surface. You were working on your anger. It wasn't going all that well.

"Oh so now you're coming to cash in on all of those moments you could have been shitty to me but chose not to?" you accused. "How noble of you."

"I'm flattered by the incredibly low opinion you have of me so why don't I make this easy for you. You tell Josh or I will."

You had known it was likely he had heard your thoughts the previous night, the breakdown you'd had in Josh's room despite it being the first time you'd faced him in days. Of course, you had hoped Sam would continue on in his silence. There had been nothing other than your initial look at Jake to give you away. If you had only stayed put in the greenhouse.

You tell Josh or I will.

It made your blood run cold.

“What did you just say?” You turned to him in utter disbelief, praying you had somehow magically heard him wrong.

"Do I really need to say it again?"

“You Kiszka’s and your invasive fucking gifts, throwing around judgment about things that are none of your business.”

“You have to tell him, honey." He said that word, honey, with such disdain. "You have to tell Josh the truth.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Sam!” It was a quiet whisper but spoken without any hint of calmness as he unraveled the tale you had woven so delicately inside of you, keeping your relationship carefully held together with threads criss-crossing every which way.

“There is and we both know it," he spat back. "Jake knows it too. Even Danny and Adele fucking know it, Danny could see it on your face the second you turned and laid your eyes on Jake. And now you have no choice, isn't that what they say? It's inevitable?”

You could have hit him for making you face it.

"Maybe it's not!"

"Then why did you want it so badly with Josh?" He saw through your paper-thin lie instantly. "You're telling me now you're choosing not to believe it has to be this way?"

"Nothing happened, Sam. Stay out of it." You struggled to keep your voice down but Sam didn't even seem to be trying.

"You told me you didn't know what happened. I believed you."

"Sam," you warned dangerously, feeling that familiar spark of anger that flowed through you so deliciously. You didn't want to hurt him again, not if you could help it.

He leaned in closer, speaking his words in a hushed but urgent whisper. "I can't ignore this any more than you can."

"Yes, you could," you pleaded, "if you would just please-"

"You're not hearing me," he snapped, the words almost silent as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him.

You didn't fight it. You only met his eyes, the anger having subsided for the moment as you took in his face. You realized it in the honey brown of his beautifully droopy eyes, always so filled with expression you could never distinguish until now. He was hurt.

"You're going to give up everything for him anyway so just do it already," he breathed. "Make this less painful than it has to be. Please."

You weren't sure what you would have done had Jake not entered the kitchen to see Sam's hand holding your bicep with a bruising force, even for all your strength.

"What the fuck is going on?"

When he heard Jake's voice, Sam's hand fell back to his side and he retreated several steps. His face turned expectant as he waited for you to give the answer he knew Jake didn't need. It was like he just wanted to hear you say it but not the way Danny had. It felt vindictive.

"Nothing." If it hadn't been for the super hearing, your single word answer might have been impossible to hear. But the scoff Sam let out in return was far less quiet.

"Everyone in this fucking house seems to think they can keep secrets from me."

"Sam," his brother let out a warning similar to the one you had uttered and it seemed to exasperate the youngest.

"Oh what, you don't want to talk about it either? At least Danny had the fucking decency to not try and hide it from me."

His eyes were scathing on yours and you might have cried had the anger bubbling up inside of you not prevented those tears, effectively evaporating them before they could cascade down your skin.

"Sam, that's enough!" Jake held his arm out to his brother, his palm resting on his chest like he was holding him back from leaping at you.

That was the scene Josh had walked in on, dripping wet from his shower cut short. It was a scene impossible to explain away without being honest.

“What is happening?” he asked. He already looked concerned and part of you wondered how much he had even needed to hear to piece it together.

Sam and Jake exchanged a glance, and you were caught looking between them, hoping no one would say anything.

When Josh received nothing but silence, he spoke your name. Your eyes snapped to his, brimming with hot tears, but still you said nothing. It was like your mouth had been taped shut. You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

“Somebody tell me what’s going on now," he demanded finally, looking irritated and like he was losing composure by the second.

And finally, it was Sam who broke the silence.

“Jake has found himself his soul tie.”

“That’s not funny, Sam,” Josh answered without any pause.

Sam kept his eyes on you when he answered.

“No. It’s not.”

He looked at you the same way he had the first day he had met you. Loathing.

“It’s not true,” you whispered.

God, you couldn't even grace Josh with a look. Instead, he turned to Jake, pleading with him.

“Please tell me it’s not true.”

Jake met him with the same silence the rest of you had practically bludgeoned him with. It somehow knocked you out of your staring contest with Sam. Josh was your boyfriend, after all. Didn't you have any fight in you?

“Tell him it’s not true," you suddenly pleaded with Jake, turning to grip his arm. "Tell him I don’t feel anything for you!”

When he met your eyes, desperation-filled, he only looked sympathetic.

“You may not now, but you will.”

“No. No, I won’t. How dare you. How dare you-” The first was directed at Jake but the second was directed at Sam.

You flung your body at him, the physical urge to hurt him, not with your gifts but with your own two hands, overwhelming. It was Jake who caught you and stopped you, Jake who flooded your body with a fatigue you hadn't felt since you had been human, and one that lulled you into a sleep-like state in his arms and against your will.

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lunarrolls · 7 months

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okay. it’s a meta kind of day today so! watching the new 4sd and realizing that sam has been kneecapping the shit out of fcg by not using basically any cleric spells but cure wounds and sometimes spiritual weapon makes�� so much fucking sense

on a doyalist level, of course, that makes sense, and i hope sam learns that characters don’t own spells because i think fcg could be a REALLY powerful cleric if he stopped holding himself back as a player. tal, ashley, and liam gave him some good feedback.

on a watsonian level, though, holy changebringer above, i love that choice for fcg. it was an accidental sam choice, but it works so well with who fcg is. fcg was not originally a cleric whose magic was derived from faith in divinity. they are essentially a self-taught cleric who has only recently found the changebringer. they don’t actually need the changebringer for their magic to work, and i think they know that. their motivation for helping the gods isn’t related to their magic, it’s because they believe the gods can help people better than they can, but i digress.

a self-taught cleric without divine guidance whose main function was to heal? of course they really only know how to cure wounds. i bet his time with the dpb was where he learned to use some of the other lower level spells he has, like enhance ability and a little bit of spiritual weapon, but it makes sense that he’s still unsure of what to do with all the magic he thinks he could do now. nobody taught him how to use this right. the changebringer’s in mortal peril and doesn’t have time to give him a crash course in cleric. so he sticks to what he’s good at: curing wounds. even if he could be exceptionally good at keeping monsters down (his transfer suffering lets him do RIDICULOUS amounts of damage, he just never HITS lol), he doesn’t want to try it, because he’s convinced his only purpose is to heal people. fcg doesn’t know how to use the versatility that comes with being a cleric. it scares him a little, i think.

so. tl;dr—sam’s ooc attempts to completely separate fcg from prior clerics make total sense from a storytelling perspective because fcg is literally a cleric whose entire experience with magic and divinity is fuck around and find out

#cr #cr3 #4sd #4 sided dive #fcg #fresh cut grass #critical role #i’m maintagging this because mmmmm fcg meta <3 #roll insight

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t0ast-ghost · 2 months

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Watching Star Trek TOS for the first time, and here are my thoughts on episode three (Charlie “X”)! (I didn’t do episode two cause I just wanted to watch it but I love Bones)

- so far I really like the kid

- Kirk shut up, let Charlie talk

- oh no he’s frightened by the door :(((

- girls do not look THAT different, getting some bad vibes from you Charlie

- BONES!!! (Why does he stand like that, it’s so curved)

- “I want people to like me” oh god they gave this boy anxiety

- He’s learning about the patriarchy, like Ken

- Kirk making Bones tell Charlie about puberty, he looked so defeated

- SPOCKS EYESHADOW!!!

- Charlie gets a Kirk assigned father, it’s not Kirk himself but he did assign Bones to do it, can’t you see the man is tired Jim?!?

- why is she being mean to Spock in verses? Nvm this is fun and he’s enjoying her singing

- HE SLAPPED KIRKS BUTT WHAT

- “there’s no right way to hit a woman.. you know man to man.. uhh… you understand, Charlie?” That was the worst way to try and explain anything, Kirk

- “I put meatloaf in the ovens, now there’s turkeys, real turkeys” then Charlie’s little laugh

- aww they’re playing chess together, normal husband activities

- “you smell like a girl” “I feel hungry… all over” back the fuck up Charlie

- stop trying to get Bones to explain stuff to him, Kirk

- this episode is just so icky, one issue is that they can’t just have an adult conversation and they can’t explain anything properly to him, they’re just telling him no and that he’s wrong. It’s a good example of how concealing information doesn’t allow people to find their own morals but instead creates a bunch of rules which can be easily broken if the person doesn’t believe in them because they don’t understand the logic behind them. (Not saying that the boundaries they’re setting for him are wrong, he just can’t understand them because they’re not explaining shit)

- SHUT UP SAM HE’S TRYING- oops Sam’s gone

- damn that German expressionist lighting tho, like something out of metropolis

- I FUCKIN DARE YOU KIRK, PICK HIM UP SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- okay Kirk saying it’s his choice is good cause at least he’s teaching him that these things he does are his own actions

- “short tempered, because he doesn’t understand” cause you won’t explain shit without mind games and metaphors

- Spock and Bones DO NOT want to get involved

- when Charlie’s explaining what he did to the Antares Bones looks absolutely terrified (Bones sitting like that on the table is… I have many thoughts)

- OH NO UHURA!

- Don’t you dare call Spock Mr. Ears

- “Teenager with supernatural abilities realizes his full potential and decides to use it for evil NOT CLICKBAIT”

- Why would you do that, why would you turn her into an iguana

- GET HIM!!! Wait no! Janice!

- “I love you” “you don’t know what that means” good for her, fuck you Charlie

- He gave Kirk period pain

- “cause you need me to run the ship, and I need him” Spirk? It’s more likely than you think

- this slide from Bones

- “I don’t think you can handle anymore, you’ve reached your limit” Spock and Bones start fucking shit up immediately for Kirk

- Kirk was so ready to punch a bitch

- nice fucking try Charlie- oh Kirk is defending him- nvm he still gets yoinked

- imagine if Charlie becomes Q lol (is that a thing? Are they related?)

- well that’s done now… where’s Scotty, Sulu, and Checkov? (Sulu appeared shirtless in the credits as I wrote that)

Thanks for sticking around again :)

Here’s a link to the first ramble

And all the other rambles

Below the cut is some thoughts I had on the second episode

Some thoughts on episode 2 (The Man Trap):

- it was kinda funny seeing Jim be like “she’s old as fuck, just like Bones”

- I didn’t realize that was where “he’s dead, Jim” came from and my dad quotes it all the time

- it was interesting that even the creature referred to themselves as an animal

- McCoy in the ending where he really didn’t want to kill somebody he loved even if they were just the image

- would not want to be the person to explain what happened to her to Bones

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last kiss | sam winchester (1)

pairing: sam winchester/f!reader additional tags: best friends to lovers (?), fluff, angst

summary: you and sam were inseparable; two like-minded souls brought together by a life of saving people and hunting monsters. when the world is about to come to an end, he's forced to make a choice, one that might just haunt you forever. - set in the season 5 finale

masterlist | next chapter | ao3

CHAPTER ONE: SAVIN' ALL MY LOVE

Trusting a demon, especially the king of crossroad demons, was not what you had in your itinerary for saving the world… but perhaps you should’ve known. After all, being a hunter wasn’t exactly a cut-and-dry profession, especially when you’re working with the Winchesters. Still, you were wondering if being left in an abandoned house with Sam, while Dean and Crowley, of all people, tracked down Pestilence’s demon assistant, or as Crowley liked to put it, “the horseman’s stable boy”. Leaving Sam out of such an important mission left a bad taste in your mouth, but you knew that your best friend wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy candidate to save the world right now.

Not after what happened with Ruby.

You grimaced. Best not to think about that too much, unless you wanted to match Sam with a cranky, scrunched up face of your own.

“Keep an eye on him, would you?” Dean pulled you aside before he left with Crowley. “If I know anything, sweetheart, it’s that he sure as hell listens to you more than he listens to me.”

You let out a long breath through your teeth as you glanced at Sam, who was, unsurprisingly, drinking his feelings by the fireplace. There was only so much to keep you busy in a place like this, so you decided that you might as well join him.

“Got room for one more?” you asked gently, not wanting to irritate him further. He gave you a look, which you had affectionately called “Sam’s kicked puppy look”, and huffed before scooching over to let you sit on the worn-down couch next to him. “This reminds me of Cedar Falls.”

Sam laughed quietly, shaking his head, “This is nothing like Cedar Falls.”

“True, but it made you laugh,” you grinned victoriously at him. “Penny for your thoughts, Sammy?”

He took one big sip from his bottle of whiskey, and turned to face you, his eyes doing that thing where it got bigger and sadder and you couldn’t help but give him whatever he wanted. What an asshole. The corner of his lips turned upward into a tired smile, “You don’t really wanna know that.”

“Actually, yeah, I don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “But I did kinda grow up with you and I’m your only friend besides your brother and an angel, so I’m morally obligated to know.”

That earned you a scoff from him, but he spilled the beans anyway.

“It’s Dean. I mean, I know he’s not exactly wrong for not trusting me right now, but trusting Crowley?” he ranted, his voice growing tighter and louder in frustration.

“He doesn’t trust Crowley,” you made your point as softly as you could, knowing he was thinking of a million possibilities right now. You didn’t want to add to that. “He just doesn’t have any other option at the moment.”

“He does have an option though, and it’s not working with a demon. Trust me, I know firsthand that it doesn’t end well.”

You probably made a face at the mention of his “firsthand experience”, because he chuckled again and took another swig of his drink.

“Well, on the bright side, you got me. And that’s about as good as it can get, Winchester,” another small smile from him. “I think we need more drinks. For me, I mean,” you commented, happy with your small victory. You stood up once again to get the mini-cooler in the other room. He nodded in agreement, going back to spacing out as you left. Taking one last look at him, you couldn’t help but imagine the weight he must’ve been carrying. You knew him. You knew him deeply, and that made things suck even more.

Of course, there was no other solution besides burying the emotional damage every world-ending problem left on you. There was no time for heart-to-hearts in the life of a hunter. For now, the only real help you could give Sam was to lend him an ear and to toss him a few more drinks.

A flash of blue in your peripheral told you that you found what you were looking for. Cold mist pleasantly greeted your skin as you opened the cooler up, finding it full of ice and an assortment of drinks. “Leave it to the Winchesters to save the world but also somehow always be fully stocked up on alcohol,” you smirked, pushing the lid back down and picking it up to bring it to the living room.

Sam’s voice made you stop in your tracks. He was talking to someone. On the phone, you thought.

“What if you guys lead the devil to the edge… and I jump in?”

What?

You found yourself inching closer, just to see if he would say anything else.

“It’d be just like when you turned the knife around on yourself; just one action, just one leap,” he persisted, voice heavy with desperation.

Everything he said after that was a blur, but you figured he was talking to Bobby. And God, you hoped the old man talked some sense into him.

“Was that Bobby?” you finally walked in, setting the cooler down on the floor. Sam straightened up, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he heard the clipped tone in your voice, no matter how much you tried to sound casual.

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbled before furrowing his brows. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Just enough to call you an idiot,” you crossed your arms, unimpressed.

“You sound like him,” he rolled his eyes, facing away from you and sitting back down on the couch, as if he could avoid your incoming sermon if he wasn’t actively looking at you.

“I damn hope so, because he’s the only one here with any sort of sense! Do you even hear yourself, Sam? We just managed to convince Dean not to say yes to Michael, and now you wanna let the devil ride your meatsuit? What’s wrong with you?!” you yelled at him, setting the cooler down so you could focus all your energy into conveying to him that he was, in fact, an idiot. “No, Sammy. I won’t let you do it. I won’t… I can’t.”

He must’ve noticed the panic in your voice; how the anger melted away into fear. Sam was familiar with that tone. It was what he heard in Dean’s voice nearly every goddamn day for the past two years. He just hadn’t expected to hear it from you. Even when he was sneaking off to meet with Ruby, you stood by him, protecting him from the worst of Dean’s paranoia. When it all came to light and his brother’s fears came true, you still held his hand like he had knocked over a vase instead of starting the apocalypse. He knew he didn’t deserve your kindness, and yet you still gave it to him so freely.

Hearing that desperation from you, it squeezed his heart in a way that made him forget how to breathe. The alcohol was already tearing away at his system, forcing only his most basic instincts to push him forward. Those instincts told him to look at you, to not be a coward and not be the reason for your worry. He hated making you worry.

Something wet trickled down your cheek and as you brought a hand to wipe it away, Sam had already turned around and seen the second tear fall. You hated being seen like this. It was weak, it was juvenile. You kill demons and vampires and shifters, for fuck’s sake. There was no time for crying your heart out.

But the possibility of a world that didn’t have Sam Winchester in it was enough to stop even you, in your tracks.

“Hey,” Sam pulled you out of your thoughts. “Look at me.”

“I don’t want to, asshole.”

He only smiled. Damn him.

Setting down his bottle of whiskey on the floor, he grabbed your shoulders, “I’m not gonna do it, not unless we all agree. It’s like you said, we don’t have a lot of options, so we need to make our own.”

“Why is killing yourself an option?” you argued, struggling to look him in the eye as if he was already dead. Like he was just a figment of your imagination designed to haunt you and taunt you for words left unsaid. He was still here with you but your mind, treacherous as it was, was already imagining his hunter’s funeral. How the wood would burn and how you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him in hell. The chance of him dying, of losing him, had always been a real thing but now, more than ever, it felt real.

“It’s me or 7 billion people,” he pointed out gently, swiping his thumb over your cheek to wipe a tear away. “I’m not that important of a person, but I can make an important decision. That has to count for something, right?”

“We’ll find something,” you promised. “I’ll find something.”

He smiled again at your determination, “That’s my girl.”

He pulled you in close. Underneath the smell of whiskey, you could smell the minty soap he always uses. You breathed it all in, trying to ignore the fact that learning his new plan felt like being splashed with ice cold water. He seemed to notice you tense up, because he spoke up again, “Do you wanna dance with me?”

“What?”

“It’ll be just like Cedar Falls,” he offered teasingly. “And besides, it’s just you and me here anyway.”

The corner of your lips twitched upward at the memory, “We have no music.”

A beat.

He stood up, making a show of clearing his throat. Liquid courage was truly something else.

“A few stolen moments is all that we share,” he began, grinning stupidly at you. Though Dean was usually the singer between the two (as much as he tried to deny it, him belting out Toni Braxton in the shower told you all otherwise), Sam wasn’t bad at holding a tune. He gave you that look, telling you that what he was doing was just for you, and only you, as he guided your hands to rest on his shoulders, “You’ve got your family and they need you there.”

He started swaying, so you attempted to return the favor by continuing the song, “Though I’ve tried to resist, being last on your list… but no other man’s gonna dooo…”

“So I’m saving all my love for youuu…” you both sang in unison, wide grins on both of your faces at the sheer cheesiness of the situation. You took turns singing the lyrics, dancing slowly by the fireplace. For a moment, you could almost forget that the world was about to end, but you thought maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad if Sam’s face was the last thing you ever saw. Not bad at all.

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It was the year 2000. You were comfortably tucked under the cheap motel blanket, watching reruns of the Golden Girls. John had taken Dean out to do a salt and burn somewhere near the outskirts of town, leaving you alone to guard all your belongings as Sam went to his senior prom. Bobby owed him one, but sent you instead since the old man was busy helping other hunters. The room telephone rang a few times, and you had half a mind to answer it, before eventually deciding that it probably wasn’t the best idea to leave it hanging in case the Winchesters needed help.

“Hello?” you rolled over to answer the phone.

“Hey,” came Sam’s voice, sounding smaller than you were used to.

“Sammy,” you sat upright, now holding the phone with both hands, as if you could reach through and pull him next to you. “Are you okay?”

He let out a deep sigh, “I, uh… yeah, I’m okay. I’m coming back to the motel though, I think.”

“What do you mean? I thought prom didn’t end until 10? It’s only 8:45, Sam.”

“So, my date kind of, um, ditched me, I guess?” he replied meekly, drawing breaths between each heavy word. “You know, it’s fine. I should’ve known.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You give me 20 minutes, Sammy. Just stay where you are.”

In less than a fraction of a second, you were up and scouring through your duffle bags in search of something that would resemble a prom dress. Hunting required you to own a small collection of various clothes and finally, you managed to pull out a dress that wasn’t marred in some way. It was deep blue satin, and it wasn’t until a year ago that you were able to grow into it. Feeling the smooth fabric in your hands, you thought of the one time you got to wear it, posing as a lawyer’s (played by John) spoiled daughter. Shockingly, Dean had thrifted it somewhere, somehow not opting to choose the most hideous frilly dress for you. He argued he liked the color, and he didn’t really want to think about what your bust size was, so it stayed unused for a fair while because it didn’t fit you well enough to be convincing.

You slid the dress carefully over your head, and decided that perhaps a little bit of color to your face was needed, lest Sam mistook you for a vengeful spirit. Once again, you dug through the endless pockets of your duffle bag to grab the old red lipstick you had quietly nicked from a witness’ house. It was old, probably expired, but you dabbed the rouge on your cheeks and lips anyway. Ultimately, you decided your hair was better off as it was. You slipped your feet into the uncomfortable and only pair of heels you owned. Even with the dull ache already forming in the balls of your feet, you smiled to yourself. For once, you weren’t a dirty, bloody, beaten hunter. Tonight, you were just a girl. And even if you weren’t doing this for Sam, it felt wonderful to have a taste of normal.

The motel you stayed at was a short motorcycle ride from the Cedar Falls High School, so you opted to carry a silver dagger and a silver bullet-loaded gun with you for protection. Underneath the dress, of course. Without even stepping foot onto the school property itself, you could already see the familiar silhouette of Sam sitting by himself on the steps of the entrance. The stairs weren’t high at all, and it emphasized how tall he’d gotten in the last couple of months. He hugged himself, hunched over with his eyes closed as he inhaled and exhaled slowly.

Taking in a few breaths of anticipation yourself, you awkwardly walked over to him, steps wobbly and unsure. He looked up at the sound of heels meeting concrete, and you froze. He was wide-eyed, and looking at you. God knows you never thought he’d be able to look at you like that. For a moment, it was like time itself had stopped. The dust floating in the air stilled and butterflies stopped flapping their wings. Sam Winchester, in the suit that was much too big for him, in leather shoes beat up by hours of running around and chasing monsters, sat on the concrete stairs of his school and stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Hey,” you were the first to break the silence.

“Hey,’’ a small smile appeared on his face. He pat the space next to him, taking your hand so you could sit down without falling over. “I like the dress. Isn’t this the one you wore last year? When we did that shifter case in Oklahoma?”

You chuckled, “Yeah. I’m surprised you remember.”

“Of course I’d remember.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks at how casually he said it, and suddenly a random streetlight was the most interesting thing to stare at. Anything was more interesting to look at than his stupidly beautiful and kind eyes.

Sam spoke up again, “You didn’t have to come here, you know. I could’ve just gone back to the motel.”

“And waste this outfit?” you gestured to his ill-fitting suit, grinning wide. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed, and somehow you think this was the first real laugh he’d let out in the past week. He was less tense now, more open. This was the Sammy you knew. This was the joy you wanted him to feel for as long as you were around.

“Dance with me,” you stood up, offering your hand to him. “That’s what you’re supposed to do at prom, right?”

His eyes widened, his back slouching as if he was trying to hide from you, “Uh, no.”

“Come onnn, Sammy!”

“No!” he laughed, trying to scoot away from you. You tried to grab his wrist, but his sudden movement threw you off balance, causing you to nearly fall over... but Sam caught you. He held a firm grip on your arm, forcing you to notice just how much he’s grown up. His arms were strong; toned from years of John’s training in addition to hunting. Now standing, he was taller than both his father and brother, yet he felt uncomfortable in his body. Like he didn’t know what to do with all of it. Like he was still just awkward, nerdy Sam. But he wasn’t. Not anymore. You didn’t really know how to feel about that.

“Thanks,” you said breathlessly, trying to come back to reality. “Dance with me? I can hear your school’s speakers all the way from here. Let’s make the most of it, hm?”

“Okay,” he agreed, finally, looking a little awestruck by what just happened. Gently, he placed his hands, which were much larger than yours, on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The muffled sound of Whitney Houston’s “Saving All My Love For You” echoed from inside the school. The two of you started swaying slowly to the music, just enjoying each other’s company. There were no monsters here tonight, and there was no hunting to be done.

Your eyes flickered upwards to look at Sam, his own eyes closed and his lips pressed into a peaceful smile. For once, he looked 17. For once, he was just a boy.

Resting your head on his chest as the music swept you away into another world, there was one thought that lingered in your mind: this was how things should be.

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