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drabbles-mc · 8 months

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All Settled

Rick Flag x F!Reader (past: Rick Flag x June Moone)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: caught in a storm

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, arguing, light angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: They're aruging, they're pining, they're stuck in an airport together. We love to see it! also idk i might write more for these two eventually I'm not sure i just don't know but there are Vibes i might explore later lmao

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It was perfect, really. Not in the way that it was good, but in the way that it happened and all you could do was laugh, shake your head, and think to yourself, “Of fucking course.”

“This funny to you?” Rick asked, clearly not as amused as you as he dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud. It wasn’t nearly as loud as the clap of thunder that sounded right before he’d spoken to you, though.

“I mean,” you said with a shrug, also letting your bag slip down off your shoulders, albeit with less drama, “it’s a little funny to me, yeah.”

He shook his head, scuffing the toe of his boot along the tiled floor. You could tell by that and the tightness of his jaw alone that he was fighting the urge to punt his own bag across the floor. “Glad you think so.”

You didn’t let it faze you—Rick and his short fuse weren’t anything new to you at this point. “Yeah, because getting mad about it like you are seems to be so much better.”

He opened his mouth to fire back at you, but he stopped himself when he saw the traces of amusement on your face, that you were just going to take whatever he said to you in that moment and flip it right back onto him. You were one of the few people in the world that he would request time and time again to assist with Task Force X whenever he could, whenever he got enough leash to bring in an extra body on his side of things. But it didn’t make him any less annoyed with you in moments like this.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Flag,” you said as you dropped into one of the many empty chairs behind you. Lightning flashed outside, bright light coming through all the airport windows for a split second. “We’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.”

He shook his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to pace and be angry about the situation, or sit down next to you and be angry about it instead. His exhaustion won out just enough to get him to sink down into the chair beside yours.

“Made it through all that shit, and we get stuck on the layover. That’s,” he shook his head, “that’s just…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him with a laugh. You looked over at him, watching as he shook his head and tried not to look like he wanted to laugh right along with you. “Look at the bright side,” you stretched your legs out in front of you, crossing one over the other, “least we didn’t get stuck in this storm with the rest of the team.”

The sigh he puffed out turned into a laugh, shaking his head as he thought about the scenario you’d just put into his head. “Fuckin’ A.”

“Exactly.” You let your head drop back to rest against the top of the seat. You stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds in silence before saying, “We should’ve gotten a hotel room.”

Now it was his turn to laugh at you. “Seriously? We’ve been stuck out,” he gestured vaguely, not wanting to say exactly where even though there weren’t many people around, “you know, and you’re gonna bitch about sleeping in an airport?”

Turning your head to look at him, you raised your eyebrows and replied, “I’m off the clock, Rick—I’d like to sleep in a real bed if at all possible.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Poor thing,” he mocked.

You laughed, elbowing his arm off the rest that separated your chair from his. Like he had any right to give you grief about complaining at this point. “Fuck you.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. The two of you sat there in your insanely uncomfortable airport chairs, with posture that wasn’t fit at all for the caliber of soldier that the both of you were. Both of you were watching the few people who were stuck at the airport with you. Your flight had been one of the last, but it seemed like a couple others that were scheduled to leave late got pushed off until the morning. No one was dedicated enough to getting a hotel room to go outside in the rain and wind to get a cab. So you watched everyone putting together makeshift beds of their own out of their luggage, draping themselves across chairs. Whatever it took to be at least mildly comfortable.

You’d been still and quiet for so long that Rick thought that you might’ve fallen asleep. Tilting his head, he glanced over at you to find you very much awake. Your eyes were fixed on the small cluster of people who were at the gate across from yours. Among them was a woman with two children, young enough that they thought this was all so fun and exciting.

“Why do you always say yes?” he asked you, watching you as you watched everything around you.

Your face contorted in confusion but you still didn’t turn to face him. “Hm?”

“When I put in the request for you, why do you always say yes?”

You chuckled, finally facing him. “Why do you keep requesting me?”

“’Cause I know you won’t let me get shot.”

You laughed at that, trying not to be too loud as everyone continued to hunker down to go to sleep. “Yea, I guess that’s fair.” You pulled your legs up, feet resting on the edge of your seat as you wrapped your arms so that your hands interlocked and rested on your shins. “Maybe I just like making sure you don’t get shot.”

He smiled, a tiny grin that was briefly illuminated by another strike of lightning. “Can’t like it that much.”

You arched your brow. “Want me to start saying no? Leave the big bad Colonel all on his own?”

He shook his head at you. “Not what I said. I just, I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, letting them rest over his stomach as he looked at the same place you’d just been looking. “You always seemed like you were looking to settle down. This,” he laughed, “this shit ain’t settled.”

You hummed in amusement as you nodded. “It’s not.” You paused. “I’m just, I don’t know, guess I haven’t really found someone to settle with yet. Not gonna give this up with no reason to.” You waited for him to look at you. “Lucky for you, though, huh?”

He nodded, gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t say anything else in response. You couldn’t tell if there was more that he wanted to say. Either way, it didn’t matter much. He sunk down a little farther in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. The heel of his boots rested just on the far side of his ridiculously large duffle bag, ensuring that no one would be able to try and snatch it without him noticing. You shook your head at the precaution—it didn’t seem like anyone in present company was going to want any of his fatigues and t-shirts that hadn’t been washed in a week. You let him have that, though. You watched as his chin dropped and tucked towards his chest, eyes falling closed even though he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep for a long time.

“Think you’re ever going to?” you asked, propping your chin on your knees as you did.

His eyes were still shut as he asked, “Ever gonna what?”

“Settle down?”

His eyes slowly opened, muscles tensing as he processed the two-word question. “I don’t know.”

You were nearly kicking yourself for ruining the moment. Things were fine. You didn’t have to pry, but you did it anyway. You just couldn’t let things lie—it was a habit you always meant to work on and never got around to it.

“Sorry,” you said, your voice tentative in a way that it hardly ever was with anyone, least of all with Rick.

He looked at you, brows meeting in confusion. “For what?”

You knew that answering the question was just going to dig a deeper hole, but you also knew that you weren’t going to be able to ignore the question, either. Stubbornness was one of the traits that you and Rick shared.

You shrugged, wishing that you could pull your legs in farther, make yourself smaller and disappear out of this conversation. “It’s not my business. I know that…it’s just…I know since June you sorta just—”

“Got it,” he cut you off.

You fought the urge to sigh with everything in you. You were annoyed with yourself, but you were annoyed with him too. “Right.”

There was just enough of a shift in your tone to keep him hooked into the conversation, even though it was evident that neither of you wanted to continue it. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not doing this with you, Rick.” He went to try and argue but you kept talking before he could. “You don’t wanna talk about it so we’re just, we’re not gonna talk about it. Forget I fuckin’ said anything.” There was a long stretch of silence and before you could use any impulse control you said, “But to be fair, you asked me first.”

He sighed. “We doin’ this right now?”

“What this are you referring to, exactly?” you snapped, voice hushed. The rain beating down and echoing against the roof helped to hide some of your conversation.

“Since when do you wanna talk about that? About all my shit? About, about June?” He hesitated on it but he still managed to get the question out. You couldn’t remember the last time he actually said her name.

You were too caught up in your frustration to empathize about it though. “Are you serious?” You let your feet drop back to the floor, adjusting yourself in your chair so that your entire torso was turned and facing him. “You’re gonna sit there and pretend that I’m the one who never wanted to talk about it?” You scoffed. “Fuck’s sake, Rick. The only reason I found out the two of you broke up in the first place was because Boomer made some asshole comment and you nearly tossed him out of the helicopter. You have never wanted to talk to me about all of that. About anything, really.”

Rick’s fists were clenched at his sides, trying to keep himself from getting too defensive but you weren’t making it easy for him. You never did. He didn’t make it easy for himself, either. “Hey—”

“Actually, now that I think about it,” you cut him off, “you never talk to me about anything outside of work. You know all about me, but I don’t know shit about—”

“That’s not true,” he interjected, voice firm enough to give you pause. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat at that. He wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t completely wrong either. You both knew plenty about each other but there were always a series of walls that Rick kept up, ones that you never got around to building for yourself. Moments like that made it hard not to feel the distance.

“Whatever,” you finally said, not wanting to give in and actually tell him that he was right.

He was still shaking his head at you as he went back to staring at his boots. “Don’t know why you care so much anyway—not like you ever liked her.”

“What? I,” you sputtered as you shook your head, “I had no problem with June. What are you talking about? I barely even knew her.”

It was true. Outside of the events of Midway City, you had next to no contact with June. Rick was pretty much her sole protective detail, hence how the rest of their entire situation played out. You were part of his team that time around too, although despite being his right hand, you were far from the top of his priority list the way that you were all the times after that when you guys handled ops together. But that was the only time you ever really spent around June, and to say that you really spent it with her would’ve been a stretch even under the most forgiving circumstances. But still, you never had a problem with her.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle—either way it was full of attitude. “Right.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fuck you.”

You angled yourself away from him, turning your body so that you were facing forward again. Part of you wanted to get up and walk to another part of the airport. It would’ve been pointless, though. In just a few more hours the two of you would be sitting next to each other on the plane anyway. There was no escaping him until the trip was over. For a split second, you let yourself indulge in the thought that maybe next time you’d say no when he asked you to tag in.

“Should’ve gotten out when she did,” you mumbled.

You heard the sound of his clothes rustling as he turned to look at you. “What was that?”

You didn’t hesitate, not looking at him but speaking just a little louder, and a whole lot clearer. “I said you should’ve gotten out when she did.” You turned and looked at him, wanting to hit him with the full weight of what you were going to say next. “Maybe then you’d still—”

“Don’t fuckin’ go there,” he said, tone low but brimming with anger.

You rolled your eyes, slumping back against the chair. “Yes, sir.”

There were only about ten seconds between your response and him speaking up again, but those seconds felt like hours to Rick as he tried to force himself to just be honest instead of angry for once. Or at least be honest while he was being angry.

“It was because I wouldn’t give it up,” he finally said, bitterness coating his voice.

Your face scrunched in confusion for a moment before you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“She left because I wouldn’t give it up. She wanted nothing to do with any of it after everything that happened. I got that. She was just waiting for me to walk away from it too.”

“You got into this shit for her—why didn’t you walk away?”

“Think Waller was just gonna let me walk?”

You shrugged. “Not at first. But she’d get tired of fighting you eventually.” You paused. “She probably would’ve ended your entire military career though.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “no thanks.”

“How long did it take her to realize you weren’t gonna quit?” you asked, figuring that if he was gonna open the door you might as well take a peek inside.

He shook his head. “Longer than it should’ve for someone as smart as she is.”

“Love makes you stupid.”

He let out a laugh, one that was one part sadness, one part humor. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Not on you.”

“You really love this shit, huh?” you asked, really processing the full weight of what he was telling you. Rick had turned his whole life on its head to save June. He said it himself that she was the only woman he’d ever really cared about. From the way he was acting during everything leading up to what happened at Midway City, you were certain that he would’ve done anything for her. But apparently not.

If he laughed you couldn’t hear it over the rumbles of thunder. “’Bout as much as I hate it.” He looked over at the windows for a moment, able to see the rain pelting down in the dark, then he looked back at you. “Stupid, right?”

You chuckled quietly. “That’s how you know you love it.”

“What’s your excuse, then?” he asked. “Because I know you sure as shit don’t love this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in the hopes that it would hide all of the thoughts that were racing through your brain because of his question. “Just an adrenaline junkie now, I guess.” You looked over at him. “Regular military ops just don’t do it for me anymore.”

He was slowly starting to let the tension drop out of his shoulders, his guard slowly coming back down as the both of you began to get back to some sort of common ground. “That’s it, huh?”

It wasn’t the time to get into it. It probably wouldn’t ever be the time to get into it. “That and, like you said, someone’s gotta keep you from getting shot.”

He was shaking his head at you, but at least this time he was almost smiling while he did it. The two of you had always had that going for you—no matter how quickly things tensed up between you, you usually managed to cool back down almost as quickly. Some of that was from all the years and hours you’d spent together, some of it was because in the situations you found yourselves in out in the field, there was no time for grudges so it was best to just let shit go if you could. But for yourself, you also knew that there was an element of not wanting to hang onto that, not with him. It’s why you’d always say yes when he asked you.

For a few seconds it was quieter than it had been. The rain lightened enough to not be echoing as it fell against the roof. The thunder and lightning subsided, and the conversation between you hit a lull. So when Rick cleared his throat, it seemed louder than it really was.

You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you. You raised your eyebrows, silently prompting him to say whatever it was that he was gearing up for. His brows scrunched for a split second, a final hesitation but he was still going to go through with it.

“We’re…?” he trailed off, his tone enough to fill in the rest of the question for him.

You smiled, nodding. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” you shifted in your chair so that you were leaning against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, “I won’t leave you hanging next time you call.”

He chuckled, wanting to shake his head and come back with a snarky remark, but he didn’t have it in him. Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest. A feeling that he wasn’t sure he could afford to put too much stock in. He let his head drop to rest against yours. “Thanks.”

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Ruined

Summary: She ruined him in any way.

Pairing: TFATW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: post-smut, implied smut, angst, cheating, self-loathing, Bucky feels not worth being loved, written in Bucky's PoV

AN: Square filled for Navy and Roo’s slumber party presents bingo @the-slumberparty: Writer's choice - angst

She left me there to rot in my sins and filth. The sheets were still stained with my seed, her juices, and sweat.

A reminder that she was really here with me out of all the guys in this too-crowded city.

My chest still heaves, and I can’t feel my legs as I run my hand over the spot she occupied some hours ago. Now it’s empty, and I feel hollow.

She came over me like a force of nature and broke the walls I built around my heart as if it were nothing.

One day I bumped into her and spilled my coffee over her summer dress. A white dress, making her look like an angel.

Since that godforsaken day, I lost my heart to her little by little. Now it only belongs to her, but she doesn’t belong to me.

No. There is this wonderful guy she always talks about. The man whose face I never want to see. Her heart and body belong to him.

I’m just … I don’t know what I am to her.

To me, she’s my sun, moon, and stars. My whole world.

I only live when she’s around. And when she’s gone, I barely exist.

Maybe I must accept fate. I don’t deserve a woman loving me in my life. Not after I destroyed so many lives.

I sigh and turn around to look out of the window. I still don’t have curtains. The windows are naked, like my body.

I don’t know when she left. Maybe after I slipped out of her one last time? I feel bad for the man she lies to. And I feel bad for myself.

Closing my eyes, I curl into a ball to protect myself from sniffing at the sheets to catch her scent. Goddamn higher senses. I can smell her on me, even if I don’t want to.

If only I was strong enough to stay away from her. But she’s like the right kind of poison running through my veins. She wrecks my system and makes me forget who I really am.

A broken man. A monster. A killer.

The man Steve used to look up to is long gone. I’m an empty shell. Nothing else.

Of course, a woman like her would never want me for more than a night of passion. How could she? I’m not the kind of man you take home and introduce to your parents and friends.

I roll onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. There is no use in thinking about her right now. She’s gone and will spend the next days, weeks, or even months pretending she didn’t screw my brains out last night.

I sigh at the tumult going on in my mind. Restlessness is not a stranger to me.

Maybe I should admit my defeat and just let her go.

The atmosphere changes when I turn to my side. I can feel her before she even steps inside the room.

Confused I watch her enter my bedroom. Well, it’s barely a bedroom. Only a mattress on the ground and a lamp. I don’t even have a nightstand or a wardrobe.

“I got breakfast,” she softly says, looking unsure for the first time since we met. She wears one of my shirts and a pair of shorts. I don’t know where she was hiding the shorts because last night she wore a dress, and her favorite black heels. “Coffee too.”

“Coffee,” I choke out. “That’s…great.”

“I thought we could talk,” Y/N steps toward the mattress to sit next to me. “I-I…” she places the bag filled with delicious-smelling breakfast on the mattress. “I broke things up with him two months ago.”

Inhaling sharply, I jolt up on the mattress, taking her by surprise. She squeals, and giggles as I sit next to her. Still stark naked.

“Uh-good morning to little Bucky too,” her laughter fills my senses, and damn my rotten heart beats faster than it should. “Sir, you should cover yourself.”

“What? I—” I drop my eyes to my lap, and chuckle. She’s not wrong. Little Bucky goes commando every time she’s around. “Sorry.”

“I’m flattered, really,” she grins now. “What do you think? Not about your morning glory but…”

“You broke up with him,” I question, “and never told me so.”

“I was afraid that you would pull away when I’m…available,” Y/N bites her index finger, a habit I learned to love. “He didn’t take it well, but this can’t be helped. It wasn’t right to cheat on him, but I love you. God, I love you so much it hurts not having you close.”

“You should’ve told me you broke up with him. I don’t have much,” I look around my bedroom, sighing deeply. “But all I got is yours.”

She dips her head to look at me. Oh, I know that look. “If you offer your heart and little Bucky to me, I’m game…”

Y/N will end up underneath me for the rest of the day, breakfast and coffee long forgotten.

I still feel guilty for stealing another man’s woman, but the heart wants what it wants…

Part 2

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#bucky barnes #slumber party bingo #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #angst #tw: cheating #bucky barnes x y/n #tfatw!bucky barnes

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chasingmidnights · 8 months

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A Walk Through the Woods

Title: A Walk Through the Woods

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Your family goes on a fall vacation every year up to the family cabin. This year though, your parents invite a family friend.

Bingo Selections: Hiking in the woods, family friend, & secret relationship

A/N: This is my second bingo entry for the bingo event hosted by @the-slumberparty! My bingo selections are listed above and I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written! Also, nothing is beta read, all mistakes are my own, I do not claim to be a professional writer. Also the gold glitter divider was by @firefly-graphics.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Things to look out for would be: slow burn; fluff; angst; there is a bit of age gap (reader is 25 & Steve is in his mid-thirties); secret relationship; and I think that is everything you should look for in this little piece. I’m also gonna add Steve Rogers as a warning, because he is one. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 3,422

You had just walked into the house and you could smell the delicious food your mom was cooking. You took in a deep breath and let out a sigh of content before you went to greet her. As you walked towards the kitchen, your stomach started to growl.

“Hey mom, what is all of this?” You paused to look around and noticed the ingredients. “Is Steve coming for dinner?”

“What makes you ask that sweetheart?” Your mom asked as she continued to cook.

You glanced around once more as you spoke. “Well, we have potatoes and carrots and I can only assume that that’s a roast you’re prepping. All of this points to Steve’s favorite meal.”

Your mom chuckled in response. “Oh sweetheart, the way you keep track of what Steve likes and doesn’t like, makes me think someone has a crush.”

It was more than a crush though. She just didn’t know it yet.

“What, no. I mean, he’s been a family friend for years and I just picked up on a few things.” You tried to reason with your mother and do your best to act nonchalantly about the accusation.

But truthfully, you wanted to tell her that you and Steve had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. However, something was telling you not to, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Hmm, hmm. Well, dinner will be ready in a few hours and your father and Steve should be back here soon. So, go freshen up for dinner.” Your mother spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, right. Don’t wanna smell like chlorine the rest of the night.”

You then went upstairs to freshen up before dinner, making sure to rid yourself of any chlorine smell. You loved your job at the community center and loved working with the kids at the pool, but you hated the fact that by the end of the day, you were wreaking of chlorine. One day, Steve came to visit you during your lunch hour and you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious about how you smelled. He was sweet about it though and told you that it didn’t matter to him because he thought that your work was amazing. As you stood there looking at the two outfits you had picked out, the sound of Steve’s voice coming from downstairs quickly made you decide and you blindly grabbed an outfit. You quickly blow dried your hair a little bit, just enough so that it wasn’t still soaking wet and spritzed on Steve’s favorite scent. You double checked your outfit before tossing on a cardigan and headed downstairs. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you took a deep breath to calm yourself before heading to the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile though when you saw Steve leaning against the counter top.

“Ah! There’s my darling daughter!” Your father greeted you with a huge smile.

“Hey dad.” You greeted him back before you walked over and gave him a hug.

“Look who’s here! Steve the great!” Your father pointed out the obvious.

Little did your father know, you had already checked Steve out and undressed him with your eyes when you walked into the kitchen. But your father didn’t need to know that. A laugh slipped out as you watched Steve roll his eyes.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” Steve grumbled, but his demeanor quickly changed as he turned his attention towards you. “What, I don’t get a hug or anything, Sunflower?”

Ah, there it is. The cute nickname Steve had bestowed upon you shortly before the two of you started dating. You could feel your cheeks starting to heat up at him calling you that. Thankfully, your father had turned his attention to your mother who was still cooking. You took this opportunity to hug Steve a little longer than usual.

“I missed you today.” You mumbled into his chest but you know that he heard you.

His chest rumbled slightly as he spoke quietly. “I missed you too, Sunflower.”

You didn’t want this small moment to end but you knew it had too, especially when your father spoke up again.

“So, Steve, how about a couple of cigars out in the garage?”

You were already by the fridge and pulling a soda out when your father had turned around. The sound of disapproval from your mother caused you to snicker a little bit. You glanced over Steve as you opened your can of soda and took a drink from it, giving him a small wink in the process.

“Maybe a beer instead?” Steve suggested as he turned his attention back to your father.

When dinner was done and everyone was sitting at the dinner table, your father said grace before you started eating. Dinner was filled with various topics of conversation; from an upcoming business trip your father was going on, to the progress of Steve’s house that he’d been remodeling and lastly to the fall family trip.

“So, Steve, what are you doing next weekend?” Your father inquired as he took a bite of food.

You watched as Steve wiped his mouth before he answered. “Well, I was gonna try and get some work done on the house. Why, what’s up?”

“Well, next weekend is when we normally take our fall family trip and we’d like you to come! You can even bring someone if you’d like.” Your father said as he finished chewing his food.

You couldn’t help but choke on the water you had just drank at the offer your father made. A coughing fit ensued as the water went down wrong.

“Oh my god, honey, are you okay?” Your mother inquired as she reached over and gently placed a hand on your arm.

“Sunflower, you alright?” Steve asked and you could see the concern in his eyes.

Once you recovered from your coughing fit, you were finally able to speak up. “Y-yeah, sorry, just went down the wrong tube I guess.”

You gave everyone a reassuring smile and hoped that Steve would decline the offer about bringing someone next weekend. It was like Steve could sense what you were thinking because his words instantly calmed you.

“I probably won’t bring anyone but I would love to come.” Steve then gave you the quickest wink and if you had not been paying attention, you probably would’ve missed it.

“Perfect! It’s really just a perfect place to unwind and escape all of the hectic day-to-day stuff. You’ll love it.” Your father then carried on and on about the cabin and how he came to own it.

You let out a small huff, having heard the story a million times and you’re pretty sure Steve has too. You made sure neither of your parents were paying attention to you before you mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to Steve.

As the evening came to an end, your parents were already upstairs getting ready for bed. You didn’t mind though because it gave you a moment alone with Steve as you greeted each other good night. He had his hands on your waist as you rubbed his chest. You both kept your voices low as you talked.

“You know, I’m looking forward to next weekend, Sunflower.” Steve pressed a quick peck to your forehead.

You closed your eyes as he did so, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. “I’ll have to show you all of my favorite spots.”

You looked up at Steve right as he was staring down at you, butterflies instantly formed in your stomach with the way he was looking at you.

“I look forward to it, Sunflower.” Steve then pressed his lips to your cheek before he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Another thing before I leave, you’re the only person that I have eyes for.”

Before you could reply, his lips were on your and you instantly reciprocated. However, the kiss was over way too soon and a pout formed on your face as Steve stood up straight. A chuckle came from Steve as he saw the look on your face.

“Don’t give me that face, Sunflower. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to be alone next weekend. Who knows, maybe we can go on a hike through the woods.” Steve suggested as a mischievous smile formed on his perfect lips.

Oh, you knew right then and there that he had something planned up his sleeve.

“Hmm, I think I might be able to get behind that idea.” Your smirk matched his, two could play this game.

“Good.” Steve then leaned down and gave you another kiss. “I should probably get going, my sweet Sunflower.”

“I wish you didn’t have to.” You knew you were whining but you didn’t care.

“I know. I promise one day we’ll both be coming home to each other.” Steve knew exactly what to say to make you swoon for him.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You smiled up at him before you gave him another kiss.

The week flew by with constant texting and a few phone calls between you and Steve. You even managed to sneak in a few secret dates before the cabin trip. Friday morning rolled around and as you were handing your suitcase to your father, Steve pulled up in front of the house in his truck. You tried to suppress the smile that was trying to work its way onto your lips but failed miserably. Especially when Steve walked up the drive and stood next to you. His cologne wafted up your nostrils, his usual scent of sandalwood, oak moss, and with a very subtle hint of orange citrus.

“Steve the Great is here!” Your father exclaimed with a huge smile.

“Need any help with anything?” Steve offered as your father put your suitcase in the back of the SUV.

“Nah, we’re almost done. The missus is finishing up inside and then we’ll be on the road!” Your father informed as he turned to face you and Steve.

“Sounds good. How far is the cabin?” Steve asked as he glanced between you and your father.

“About four hours.” You said, finally finding your words. It was crazy how Steve still made you speechless sometimes.

Steve nodded his head and just then your mother walked out of the house with the rest of the camping necessities. You watched as she handed everything to your father, she then greeted Steve with a hug. As you watched the interaction, a small smile curled up onto your lips. You only hoped that your parents still liked Steve whenever the two of you decided to tell them about your relationship. You could only hope.

“So, Steve, you gonna follow us then?” Your father inquired as he closed the hatch door.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Steve nodded before he started to head back towards his truck.

“Hey, is it alright if I ride with Steve? I can give him directions if we get separated.” You hoped you didn’t sound too eager.

Your parents shared a look before your father spoke up. “Yeah, I don’t see why not, you know your way to the cabin pretty well. Heck, I think you know it better than I do.”

You and your mother exchanged a brief hug before you picked up your small backpack and headed towards the truck with Steve. Like the gentleman he was, Steve opened the passenger door for you and you climbed into the truck. You waited for Steve as he walked around the front of his truck and got in on the driver side. You watched as he started up the truck and waited for your parents to lead the way.

“That was very clever, Sunflower.” Steve said with a smirk before he reached a hand over and placed it on your knee.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I had to do something to get us some kind of alone time.”

The drive to the cabin is filled with talking, mainly you telling Steve what to expect. He would assure you that it all sounded good to him and that he was just happy to spend time with you. The drive also consisted of you showing Steve some of your favorite music and when he didn’t like a certain song, he would scrunch up his nose and shake his head. Whenever he did that, it caused you to laugh for a little bit before you would change the song. The drive was also filled with a few stolen kisses, especially if there was a couple of cars in between Steve’s truck and your parents car. You loved every minute of the time that you and Steve had in his truck.

When you finally got to the cabin, it felt good to get out and stretch your legs. With everyone helping to get everything unloaded, it didn’t take long before your father and Steve were firing up the grill to cook some brats and veggies. You were helping your mother in the kitchen and you thought how perfect this all was, which caused you to smile. You thought that maybe if this weekend went well, you and Steve could discuss coming clean to your parents. You honestly weren’t sure how they were going to react. Sure, they liked Steve now but all of that could change when you decided to tell them. They definitely would not like the fact that Steve is in his mid-thirties and you had just turned twenty-five. You let out a small sigh as you hoped everything would work out in the end. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when your mother speaks up.

“Honey, you alright?”

You glanced over at her as she was making a potato salad. “Yeah, just tired I suppose.”

“Well, why don’t you take your things up to your room and unpack, relax a little bit. I can call you when dinner is about ready.”

“Yeah, sure. I guess I can do that.” You answered, giving her a small smile.

You didn’t need any more than that before you were collecting your things to take upstairs. As you unpacked, you could hear your father and Steve talking outside about something. You stopped what you were doing and went over to the window, glancing down at the patio below. You gave up when you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying and you didn’t want to get caught by opening the window. Your curiosity was eating at you though, maybe Steve will tell you later.

The first night at the cabin is usually pretty relaxing, filled with a good meal and boardgames, then your parents retire early. This trip was no different. So, when your parents went to bed, you and Steve stayed up for a little bit longer. The second day is usually filled with a long hike through the woods but when your mother got sick, your father encouraged both you and Steve to still go on the hike. So, you gladly agreed and grabbed the small picnic basket that you had put together.

“Make sure to show Steve all of the best spots!” Your father suggested as he prepared a small tray to take up to your mother.

“Of course! I wouldn’t dream otherwise.” You then turned to Steve, a smile plastered across your face. “Steve, are you ready?”

“Ready when you are, Sunflower.” Steve smiled back at you and he gave you a quick wink.

You took Steve on one of your favorite trails, hoping he would like it just as much. As soon as you were out of eyesight of the cabin, Steve wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. A feeling of content washed over you as you and Steve continued your walk through the woods. You were glad that the weather was perfect so that you could enjoy it even more. Every so often, you and Steve would stop and you would find yourself pressed against the trunk of a tree as the two of you kissed. You loved every minute that his lips were on yours and craved for more each time the two of you would stop. After a while, you checked your watch and saw that it was nearly twelve-thirty. You stopped to search for a nice spot to have a picnic and eat.

“Everything alright, Sunflower?” Steve asked as he watched you.

“Well, I don’t know about you but all of this hiking has given me quite the appetite. I was just looking for a good spot to set up this picnic.” You answered before spotting the perfect spot.

The two of you sat and ate the food that you had prepared, you and Steve were sprawled out on the blanket that you had somehow managed to fit into the basket. You loved that even though you had known Steve for quite a few years, that you were still able to learn new things about him and vice versa. The two of you sat and talked for a while but you didn’t care, you were with Steve. Once you were finished eating, you and Steve decided to keep walking for a little bit more. You made sure to point out and show him some of your favorite spots. The final spot you decided to show Steve was a spot that overlooked a lake. To you, you thought it was peaceful and came here quite often when you came to the cabin.

You glanced over at Steve as he took in a deep breath and then exhaled it. He looked just as peaceful as the scene in front of you.

“I can see why you come here a lot, this spot is perfect.” Steve said before he turned his attention to you. A smile spread across his face. “But nothing is as beautiful as you Sunflower.”

The next thing you knew, Steve was pulling you towards him with his hands on your waist. A small gasp escaped you as he did this and you could feel the butterflies starting to form. You found yourself wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck as he leaned down. Your fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck as your faces became close and were mere inches apart, you could feel your heart racing. Sure, you and Steve had kissed before but something felt different about this one. You were at one of your favorite spots with someone you cared so much about, Steve Rogers. You felt like if you kissed him right now that your fate would be sealed. So, without a second thought, you met Steve the rest of the way and pressed your lips against his. It felt like all time had stopped as the two of you remained in a passionate kiss, like nothing else mattered.

When the two of you decided to pull apart, your eyes remained closed as you took a moment to remember every little detail. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at you, he too felt the same things. All of the sudden, his hand had a mind of its own and it was reaching up to caress your cheek. You found yourself leaning into his touch and that’s when you decided to open your eyes. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes and you felt your cheeks starting to heat up with how Steve was looking at you.

“Do you think we should head back, Sunflower?” Steve asked as he continued to caress your cheek.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It is kinda late and we have quite the hike back.” You didn’t want to agree but you had a feeling that if you were out too much longer that your parents might start to get suspicious. And you couldn’t have that now.

On the way back to the cabin, you and Steve held hands and talked about making a few plans while here at the cabin. When you got closer to the cabin, the two of you separated and you unwillingly let go of his hand. As you walked up the cabin steps, you thought about how this has been your favorite cabin trip by far. Not just that but now you had a favorite hiking memory and it was all thanks to Steve. You couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for the two of you as you walked inside of the cabin with Steve following in behind you.

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enby-mori · 8 months

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I. Never have I ever.. Said I do

"Atsushi-kun isn't playing fair~," Dazai whines, putting a finger down, "He knows all of our marital statuses."

"..I feel that we are under attack, Mori-sensei," Fukuzawa whispers to his husband, putting a finger down for both of them.

"it was inevitable with this lot..," Mori whispers back, "we would all be out of a job if it weren't the case."

"I don't even know why we're playing this stupid game!!," Chuuya exclaims, with this last round he is down to two fingers.

Akutagawa, who has not put a finger down the entire game, looks glumly off to the side.

Did this mean Atsushi was not interested in marriage? Had Akutagawa lost his chance before he could even muster the courage?

He was not aware that sleepovers had such high stakes.

#bsd #bungo sd #bungou stray dogs #fukumori #skk #sskk #slumber party bingo #my archive #writing with the in-law

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fierysunrises · 9 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 美男高校地球防衛部HAPPY KISS! | Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu Happy Kiss! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Manza Taishi/Shirahone Maasa Characters: Shirahone Maasa, Manza Taishi Additional Tags: Fluff, Accidental Confession, Hopeful Ending Summary:

Maasa's journal gets returned by the most convenient person.

#boueibu happy kiss #binan koukou chikyuu boueibu happy kiss!#happy kiss #happy kiss appreciation bingo 2024 #slumber party bingo

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annaofthenorthernlights · 6 months

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Letters in the leaves - another box

Fandom: Frozen 1840´s au (part 3 of the series "Letters in the leaves" Pairing: Kristoff/Anna Rated: T Words: 2424

Kristoff could not imagine a happier life than with Anna by his side. Only that she seemed to feel poorly lately. A walk in the crisp autumn air would do her good. And the collection of fresh leaves for their boxes, where they kept up the tradition of leaving each other little notes of love, was just the thing to bring back her cheerfulness.

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for @hiptoff I hope you´re doing well, cherida!

This part of this fic-series also covers following prompts:

@flufftober 2023 - day 22 prompt "Picking"

@slumberpartybingo prompt: "would you rather write a love letter or receive a love letter" and

@slumberpartybingo Fall-flash bingo - Fall bucket list - prompt: "Step on crunchy leaves”

I must share this wonderful fanart here once more - originally created by dear @hiptoff for the first part of the series, that I have written for "Frozen Harvest day festival 2021" Letters in the leaves (on AO3)

#flufftober 2023 #day 22 #picking #frozen #anna x kristoff #rated T #fanfic #slumber party bingo #fall flash bingo #would you rather receive a love letter or write a love letter #stepping on crunchy leaves #my writing

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faithfulcat111 · 7 months

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Stonathan Sunday

What's this? Posting the Stonathan Sunday before the Six Sentence Sunday portion? Yeah, I am, what of it? Also, be impressed with how many prompt fills I managed to fit into this one fic:

Stonathan Sundays prompt: "Everyone's staring at us."

Whumptober prompt fill: Alt prompt - Shaking

Slumber Party Bingo: Would you rather... Have a partner who's shy OR who makes you feel shy @slumberpartybingo

Halloween Horror Bingo: Skipping Meals

Fall Flash Slumber Party Bingo: Autumn Aesthetic: Leaves dancing in the breeze ; Would you rather... A cozy sweater OR an oversized flannel

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

"Everyone's staring at us."

Steve lifted his head to look around the courtyard outside the high school. Very few people still ate outside, it was late enough in the season that most people seemed to value staying warm over the privacy being outside the cafeteria provided. Seeing as Steve no longer went to school, he had been very excited at first that his boyfriend was easily meetable at their lunch breaks, school for him and Family Video for Steve. But as the season stretched on and the last of the leaves danced away in the breeze, Steve was realizing that it would take a considerable amount of effort to convince Jonathan to even think of eating inside.

"No, I don't see anyone staring," Steve responded, glancing over at Jonathan, whose eyes were trained downwards on the sandwich he was picking apart. He looked like he was practically drowning in his oversized sweater, but he was shaking. From cold or panic, Steve couldn't quite tell yet.

"You sure?" Jonathan was biting at the insides of his cheeks now. Steve longed to lean over and hold both of Jonathan's hands closely, kiss them and his forehead slowly as his cheeks turned red and he ducked his head away with a smile rather than the brimming anxiety that was causing it now.

But they were still out in public. "I'm sure," Steve forced more confidence into his voice. He was never quite sure how much of his bravado Jonathan could see through and how much he chose to believe for his own mind's sake. He pushed more of the weird onion chips that he always grabbed from their snack bar specifically for Jonathan towards him, "Eat." There was that slight quirk of a smile as Jonathan finally abandoned his sandwich in favour of the chips.

He looked back up at Jonathan, whose anxiety was finally ebbing slightly causing the shaking to back down to a minimum. Steve couldn't in good conscious make him start taking lunch inside. This was one of the only times he could remind him to eat. Jonathan was usually really good about breakfast. The mundane task of getting food ready for himself and the twins keeping him on task. But the rest of the day is where the struggle came in. Robin and Nancy helped where they could, but there was only so much they could do when Jonathan turned away nearly everything offered. And even Jonathan forcing it made it worse. And with it having been early November, Steve knew there had been more and more meals that just flew by without even an attempt.

But they had past the worst of it and he could see the little bit more Jonathan was managing. And as they finished eating and Steve waved him goodbye, watching as Jonathan slowly made his way back into the high school, he found himself wondering if maybe he could convince Jonathan to teach him how to make something simple tonight. After all, he did have to learn how to cook at some point and the few things he's tried to make have always turned out that much better with his boyfriend there to help him and share it.

#whumptober 2023 #halloween horror bingo 2023 #hhbingo2023 #slumber party bingo #fallflashspb #no. 8 #shaking #stranger things #fic #eating disorder #unspecified eating disorder #anxiety #faith writes #stonathan sunday #stonathan

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zombified-queer · 2 days

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Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/F

Fandom: The Hotel (Podcast)

Relationship: The Hotel Herself/The Manager

Additional Tags: Animal Death, Live Feeding, Blood, Biting, Rough Kissing

Written to fill the space "Dare: Surprise your partner with a pet” for @slumberpartybingo Ultimate Sleepover Edition.

#the hotel podcast #slumber party bingo #ultimate sleepover edition

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theycallmebecca · 9 months

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Instead of writing another road trip themed story... I decided to make another road trip themed moodboard. 🤣

This is for my Slumber Party Bingo card from @the-slumberparty

It's for my Road Trip prompt and features the lovely Cole Turner from Ghosted. He seems like a total road trip kind of guy.

#becca makes mood boards #mood boards #cole turner #chris evans #navy and roo's sleepover #slumber party bingo

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42donotpanic · 7 months

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Autumn Aesthetics: Heavy Rainfall on the Roof

@slumberpartybingo

#fallflashspb #slumber party bingo #matt murdock #foggy nelson #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #rainyday #college matt murdock #college foggy nelson

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drabbles-mc · 9 months

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You Have Friends?

Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader Richie Jerimovich & Carmy Berzatto & Neil Fak

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: friends with benefits

Warnings: 18+, language, canon-typical chaos

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I love them. I love them all so much. I can and would kill a man for Neil Fak.

The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics @narcolini (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

You had your phone out, ready to call or text him to come and meet you outside. You weren’t expecting the door to be unlocked, but it pulled open with no resistance. Your eyebrows lifted, and for a moment you still contemplated just calling him anyway. But then you heard the crashing sounds, the subsequent yelling after the fact, and you knew that even if you called him repeatedly he wasn’t going to pick up the phone. Especially not when he was one of the people doing the yelling.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind you. The metallic clanging of the door hitting the frame was a sound you were certain no one else heard other than you. You took careful steps through the restaurant, or what used to be a restaurant, what was going to be a restaurant again in a couple months, apparently. There was debris everywhere, and the deeper you walked, the more the yelling made sense. Although, knowing Richie, yelling would happen even when it didn’t make sense. Italian aesthetic for the least Italian man you know.

Passing by a tarp, the one spray painted by someone who was clearly angry when they got the can of paint in their hand, you finally landed yourself where everyone was gathered. Carmy and Richie were chest-to-chest, or their approximation of that as Richie towered over him. Fak was on standby, and based off of what Richie had told you, you were certain that Fak was ready to jump in on Carmy’s behalf and not Richie’s.

There were a few other people there too. You recognized Natalie, worry and frustration all over her face as she watched Carmy and Richie yell and duke it out with each other. Your eyes widened as you took in the entire scene playing out in front of you. It clicked for you why Richie never told you to stop by.

Finally, she snapped. “Will you two shut the fuck up, please?! This isn’t solving anything!”

Richie shook his head, stepping back from Carmy only to aggressively gesture at him instead. “Nothing this dickhead is doing is solving anything! That’s the whole fuckin’—”

“I’m sorry,” Carmy interrupted Richie’s tirade, no longer looking at the man who had just been about to throw him through the crumbling sheetrock walls around them, “um who, who are you?”

Your eyes widened further not just at the fact that he was looking at you, talking to you, but at the drastic shift in his voice. He was quiet now, tone almost gentle, but clearly very confused. You cleared your throat, the nerves you’d felt standing in front of the restaurant were back in full-swing now that the yelling had stopped.

“Hi, sorry. I just—” you stopped short and held up the leather jacket in your hand as your only explanation.

Richie’s originally surprised expression had shifted to confusion. But once he saw the jacket in your hand, it changed into something else entirely. Almost soft. As soft as he would allow himself to be in the middle of the warzone.

“Shit,” his shoulders dropped and he stepped away from Carmy. “Thank you. Completely fuckin’,” he didn’t finish the sentence throwing out a vague hand gesture instead.

You chuckled quietly, still feeling awkward in the midst of it all but not quite as much now. Richie was, strangely enough, your tether in the midst of whatever storm you’d stumbled into. “I know.”

You handed it over to him, looking around at everyone who was looking at you. Maybe you should introduce yourself to the room. You knew most of them, or knew of them at least. Richie talked about them enough to make you feel like you knew them—you saw the pictures in his apartment, on his phone. Judging by the various looks of shock and confusion on everyone else’s faces, he was not as talkative about you as he was about all of them. That was about what you expected. You waited to see if Richie was gonna introduce you instead of making you do it, but he looked just about as lost as anyone else.

Clearing his throat, he nodded back the way you’d come in. “I’ll walk you out.”

You nodded, looking around at everyone. “It’s was nice to…you know…” you waved awkwardly. “Bye.”

The variety of goodbye’s that you got from everyone in the room was humorous. Or it was to you, at least. Judging by the look on Richie’s face you had the feeling that he was never going to be hearing the end of everything that just transpired over the last sixty seconds. You knew that whatever that was wasn’t their best behavior, but it was the best they could conjure up given your unexpected arrival and the fact that they had no idea who the fuck you were. It was a little impressive, honestly, especially if any of them were anything like Richie.

“I was gonna call,” you said as you and Richie made your way back through the minefield, trying to take all the same steps you had on the way in but in reverse lest you cause something else to collapse, “but then the door was open so I sorta just let myself in.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re fine.” He paused as he reached to open the door for you. “How much of that did you catch?”

You laughed. “Um, caught just about everything after you told one of them that you are ‘perfectly fucking capable’ of tearing the wall down safely.”

Richie shook his head. “Fuckin’ Fak.”

You continued, not acknowledging his statement with anything but a smile. “Which, no offense,” you looked over at him, “I heard the crashing when I walked in. Not sure how true that is.”

“Not you too,” he shook his head as you both stood in the doorway. You were standing just out on the sidewalk, Richie just barely inside the hollowed-out restaurant.

“Just keepin’ it real,” you said, holding your hands up in surrender.

Richie was still shaking his head as he looked up at the sky for a moment, like he was visibly trying to talk himself out of saying something shitty. Finally looking back at you, he said, “Thanks for the jacket.” He shook it in his hand to emphasize his point.

“I know you guys are,” you made a general circling motion with your hand in the direction of the restaurant, “but call me when you’re done if you want.”

“Alright, yea.” He ran his hand across his brow-line. “I’ll let you know.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.” You leaned in, stealing a chaste kiss before stepping back away again. “Oh, and Richie?”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Yea?”

“Take it easy on Carmy.” You laughed. “It’s fucked up to bully children.”

Richie laughed, tension dropping from his shoulders a little bit. “He makes it too easy, though. Candy from a fuckin’ baby, I swear.”

You laughed a little harder at that, shaking your head. “That’s exactly my point.” You watched him roll his eyes at you and all you could do was smile. “Talk to you later.”

“Yea, yea, I’ll see you.”

Richie stood there in the doorway and watched as you walked back down the sidewalk. You got a few strides away and realized that you hadn’t heard the clattering of the door shutting. When you turned around and saw him standing there still looking at you, you laughed and shook your head at him. He smiled, but rather than saying anything else, he just gave you the finger before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his track pants.

When he walked back into the construction area, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. By that point, everyone only consisted of Fak and Carmy. Natalie must’ve handed out tasks to just about everyone else, things they could do that didn’t involve trying to work through the mess that Richie had just inadvertently created with the disintegrating wall.

“Who was that?” Carmy immediately asked when Richie stepped back in the room.

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it.”

Fak piped up. “Is she your girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Shut the fuck up, Neil,” Richie snapped with a shake of his head.

“Is she, though?” Fak didn’t let up.

“No—what—what are we, fuckin’ twelve? She’s not my girlfriend.”

“She’s stopping by!” Fak countered. “With your jacket!” He gasped dramatically. “Do you sleep over?”

“I’m gonna put you through that fuckin’ wall, I swear to god.”

Carmy was half-covering his mouth with his hand watching the two of them going back and forth. He tried not to smile. “She’s not your girlfriend, then. So, so what is she?”

Richie threw his hands up, jacket flapping as he did. “Why are we even talkin’ about this right now? Don’t you have a restaurant to open?”

“Can’t open shit when you’re knocking all the walls down,” Carmy shot back with a small smirk pulling at his lips. He paused. “What’s, what’s the deal?”

Richie shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of the conversation without giving some kind of answer. For as annoyed as he was, he also had a sliver of awareness in the back of his mind that when the shoe is on the other foot he was just as relentless, if not more.

“I met her on, fuckin’, you know,” he patted at his pants pocket where his phone was. “And she’s cool.”

“But not your girlfriend,” Carmy clarified.

“No. We’re like, friends with benefits or whatever you fuckin’ lizards call it.”

“You have friends?” Carmy asked with a laugh.

“She gives you benefits?” Fak piped up, his voice that same shocked almost-whisper he used so often.

Richie was shaking his head at both of them. He pointed at Carmy, using the hand that was still clutching his jacket. “Fuck you—yes, I have friends.” He turned to Fak and pointed at him next. “And fuck you, yes I get benefits!” He punctuated the sentence by giving him a good shove.

“Think she’s still gonna give you benefits after seeing you act like a fucking maniac in here today?” Carmy asked, eyebrows slightly raised as he tried and failed miserably at not looking amused.

“Pfft,” Richie shrugged like he was so unbothered by it, like he was far cooler than he really is, “bet I’ll get even more benefits now.”

“Gross,” Carmy responded with a laugh.

“So gross,” Fak agreed.

“You fuckin’ asked,” Richie argued, pointing back and forth between the two of them.

Before they could descend further into the madness, Natalie’s voice came ringing in front the office. “Neil! Sweetheart! Come here for a second, please.”

“Coming!” he called back, charming as ever. He looked at Richie, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re gross.”

“And you don’t fuck, Neil Fak,” Richie replied without missing a beat.

Once he walked out of the room, Richie and Carmy both instantly broke down laughing. They were both shaking their heads, at each other, at Fak, at all of it. The entire morning had been a mess, just like most of the other mornings preceding it. It was so easy to get lost in it sometimes that giving each other shit over things like that was a breath of fresh air in the strangest way. Bullying each other just for the sake of it not because it felt like the restaurant was imploding and they were each trying to cope with it the only way that they really knew how.

“Hey, cousin,” Carmy spoke up after things had quieted between them again. It looked at Richie who was looking down at the jacket in his hand.

“Yea?” Richie pulled his eyes back up.

He nodded in the direction of the door. “That all good?”

Richie shrugged, nodded. “It’s all good.”

The ends of Carmy’s mouth lifted into a tiny grin. It was genuine, still just a touch of humor to it because they were still the exact men that they were. “Alright.” He clapped Richie on the back. “C’mon, let’s clean up this fuckin’ wall you knocked down.”

“I didn’t knock—”

“You fuckin’ did!” Carmy said with a laugh.

“You know what? Whatever,” Richie shook his head. Turning on his heel, he went to put his jacket away, somewhere out of the danger zone. “Grab a fuckin’ broom, then.”

Carmy was shaking his head, already making his way to get supplies to start containing the mess. He grabbed a garbage can and a broom, chuckling to himself when he heard Fak and Richie pick up their arguing all over again just a few yards away.

#navy and roos sleepover #navy and roo's sleepover #the bear #the bear fanfiction #the bear hulu #the bear fx #richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich x you #x reader #x reader fic #slumber party bingo #slumber party #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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rainisawriter · 8 months

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Sweet Dreams~🌌 Prologue

This was written for the @slumberpartybingo event. Table of Contents.

“Huh?” I blinked dumbly at Jenna, my tired brain trying to process what she had just told me. It was still super early in the morning and I was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. I had only just sat down, too, and she ran up to me like I owed her money or something.

“You really aren’t a morning person, huh?” She laughed, leaning onto my desk. “I’m hosting a slumped party and I’m inviting the entire university. You’ll come, right?”

“A slumber party?” My brow furrowed as I scratched my cheek. “Aren’t we a bit too old for that?”

“You sound like my sister,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re never too old for a slumber party! At its core, it’s just about hanging out with friends and having fun. So, are you in or not?”

I opened my mouth to tell her that we’re not even friends, but I stopped short. If she’s inviting me, does that mean she considers me a friend? I couldn’t see how. She’s one of the popular kids and I’m not. We’ve only ever spoken in passing, too. I don’t even know her last name or favorite color.

She was staring at me, waiting patiently for my answer and I didn’t want to be that girl so I quickly agreed, instantly feeling regret when she threw her arms around me. “Awesome! I’ll send you the details after class.”

I blinked dumbly, watching as she rushed back to her friends at the other side of the room. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she has my number…

“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath as I stood outside Jenna’s house. It was huge. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a house so big before. I knew I was way out of my depth here, especially with the sheer amount of people entering said house. My introvert instincts were kicking in and I was more than ready to run away.

“Hey, you made it!” Jenna’s boyfriend, Trent, grinned at me as he stepped out of his car. It was one of many that were parked up and down the street.

Well, shit. I can’t just run away now that people know I’m here. Maybe if it was just a random student, sure, but Jenna’s boyfriend? He’d tell her he saw me for sure. I forced a smile, giving him a nod. “Yeah…”

“Come on in,” he motioned for me to follow before heading up the stone steps.

I reluctantly followed, stuffing my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. The house was filled to the brim with people drinking and dancing, though it wasn’t as wild as the movies often portray college parties to be. The night was still early, though, so maybe it’ll get worse.

“Grab yourself a drink. I’ll go find Jenna.” Trent grinned, slapping my shoulder before heading further into the house.

I winced. As a football star, he had quite a bit of strength that I don’t think he realized he possessed. I may be exaggerating a bit, but it felt hard to day upright when he hit me like that and I was sure it would be sore later. I rubbed my shoulder as I stepped into the kitchen.

Several bottles of alcohol sat on the island in the middle of the room. I wasn’t really an alcohol person, so I tugged open the fridge in search of something else to drink.

“Lucky~” I grinned, pulling a bottle of Dr. Pepper from behind the milk. It was the perfect thing to help get me through the night. I closed the door and nearly jumped out of my skin, seeing Jenna standing there with a bright smile on her face. I hadn’t even heard her enter.

“Hey, there you are!”

“Um…” I cleared my throat, attempting to force my body to relax. “Hi…”

“Come on, the other girls are waiting!” She grabbed my arm, tugging me toward the stairs.

“Uh, waiting for what?”

“For you, silly!”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer as we reached the top of the stairs, taking a hard right. I was taken into the room at the very end of the hall where her friends were. They sat in a circle around a top hat, the dark room lit only by candles whose flames cast eerie shadows across the walls.

The door was shut and locked behind us.

I swallowed nervously. “I’m… a bit confused. What’s going on?”

“We,” started Jamilla as she leaned forward with a smile, “are going to make all of your dreams come true.”

“Huh?”

“Go on, sit down!” encouraged Jenna, pushing at my shoulders until I finally sat down. She squeezed in on my left, completing the circle. “Are we ready to play, ladies?”

“Yeah!” They chorused, cheering and clapping.

She picked up the hat and held it out to me with a smile. “Go on, you get to go first.”

I cautiously took the hat, blinking at it before looking at the others. They were all watching me closely. “What… do I do exactly?”

“Just reach in and pull out a piece of paper! Super easy, right?”

“Sure, but… what’s on said paper?”

“That’s the mystery, silly!” She giggled. “Go on!”

Hesitantly, I reached my hand into the hat, half expecting something to bite me but my fingers just felt slips of paper. I pulled one out, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness come over me. The hat slipped from my hand, falling onto its side as the papers spilled out across the floor.

I grabbed at my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “What…”

“Sh, just let it happen.” Jenna’s voice was muffled and it felt like my head was underwater. My vision was blurry, the room beginning to spin.

My lips parted to speak but no sound came out as darkness overtook me, my body falling back against the bedroom floor.

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