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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — fingering

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: mirror sex with a side of oral fixation. reader's outfit is described but their body or other physical attributes are not.

Steve couldn't keep his hands off of you the whole night.

One couldn't possibly blame him, not when you looked like that. He'd been wanting to get you alone since you were getting ready, but you'd insisted on inviting Robin to get ready at your place — because according to you, Robin couldn't do her makeup without hurting herself at least once, and unfortunately, he knew that to be true.

He meant unfortunately not because he didn't like having his best friend and his girlfriend around, but because he wasn't able to bend you over your vanity and fuck you within an inch of your life after seeing what you were wearing.

It was ironic, since he almost said no to your proposal of a couple's costume. He didn't have the best memories of this sort of thing, and after spending the last Halloween with Robin's band friends at a party he knew almost nobody, he thought that would be it. No more cutesy shit, no more going home with someone that would still be there in the morning.

Until you, that is. Steve threw all the caution he had carefully gathered over the last couple of years on your first date, and he didn't regret it for a second. Not even when you suggested he'd dress as Sonny Bono for this year's Halloween, to go along with your Cher costume. Not when you walked into your room in a tight, chrome silver jumpsuit that hugged your curves and showed your tummy, making his hands itch to touch you.

He kept one hand on you through the entire car ride to the party, feeling your warm skin through the slick material of your clothes. When you got there, it only got worse as he saw you glow under the black light.

After one too many beers and a couple of very suspicious cups of punch, Steve felt hot. Like his skin was burning, and touching you would be the balm that would soothe him. He opened more buttons on his patterned shirt, feeling his already tight bell bottoms tighten as he watched you dance with your friends, finding his eyes across the room.

You both must have had the same idea at the same time, because you met halfway in the middle of the improvised dance floor, matching looks of mischief in your eyes. It wasn't long until you were pulling each other up the stairs and into the nearest bathroom, sharing messy kisses and giggling into each other's mouths as you stumbled into the counter.

"It tickles." You said between a giggle and sigh, holding his face with both hands. The fake mustache was a nuisance, but he was far too eager to have to take it off now.

"You said it was sexy." He countered while running his hands through your body, finally being able to grope you shamelessly, just the way he wanted. It made him feral, feeling your soft skin under his big hands.

"Never said otherwise."

Your breathy voice kept him going, and the smell of your perfume made him dizzy as he lay hot kisses down your neck, and lowering the upper part of your jumpsuit down until he fully removed it, leaving it hanging as he kissed down your collarbones, and lavishing your tits with his tongue whilst one hand dipped further down your navel and into your panties.

"Turn around, baby."

Without hesitating, you did what you were told. Steve wanted you to see yourself as he did — already fucked out, eyes hazy with lust, all glitter and spit on your pretty skin, tits out, silently begging him to do something already.

Lucky for you, you never had to beg. Steve always gave you everything willingly, almost too willingly.

His hand made quick work of your thong, pushing it to the side and dipping his fingers under your folds, rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles, and then spending his movements as you whined for more. He could already feel the wetness seeping out of you, spreading it around and teasing your hole before he dipped two, thick fingers at once into you.

Your moans were getting louder, but not louder than the music outside. Still, Steve used his other hand to insert two fingers into your gaping mouth, and to his delight, started sucking on them right away while he worked your pussy in tandem.

"That's it, that's it, baby. Take my fingers, ride'em good." He breathed into your ear, feeling your goosebumps all over. "Look so good like this, taking all I give you. I wanna give it all to you."

He accented each of his words with a thrust of his fingers, hitting that spot every time. With a hand grabbing the sink and the other around his wrist, you squeezed your grip, signaling that you were close. Steve kept his rhythm, feeling your pussy clamp around his fingers and gush slick down his wrist as you whimpered and whined through your orgasm, hips bucking wildly into his hand.

When he removed his hand from your mouth, you were a mess of drool and teary eyes, your mascara running down your cheeks, hair that was once put together, a mess. You were the most beautiful girl at this party, and only he had the privilege of seeing you like this.

You slumped back into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Steve put his arms around you, not carinha for the mess you made on both of his hands, placing soft kisses wherever he could reach. "You good, honey?"

"I'll be better if you make good on your promise of giving me it all, Harrington."

"Was that not enough?" He grinned at you through the mirror.

"The night is young. Do your worst."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #kinktober 2023

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munsons-melody · 10 months

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i got you, babe

summary: after a day from hell, eddie comforts you

pairing: eddie x female!reader

cw: none, just pure major tooth-rotting fluff + established relationship

recommended song: I Got You Babe by Sonny & Cher

word count: 1.9k

a/n: all i want in life is to snuggle with eddie and watch indiana jones but alas it hasn't happened so i'm here to write about it

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today was awful to say the least, calling it a day straight from hell was more like it.

it started this morning when you woke up late, causing you to rush out the door, which you always hated, but it was even worse this morning when it was pouring rain

one bad thing won't make it a bad day, you tried to reason with yourself

but boy, did bad things keep happening

after showing up to school late, wet, and cold, you tried to make yourself have a good day under the negative circumstances it started under

however, once you arrived at your math class, those hopes of making your own day better were instantly dashed when your teacher passed out your tests from the last class, seeing a giant red F on the top of your paper

nonetheless, you took in a deep breath and thought to yourself...

two bad things don't make it a bad day

but for a second time that day, your hopefulness was dashed away when your best friend and you started arguing during lunch about something as stupid as where to take prom pictures

and after lunch dismissed, you told yourself for a third time that you were going to try and have a good day, but that was right before you accidentally stumbled on a small rock lodged in the pavement, tripping onto the concrete before you, scraping up your hands and knees

then after that, it was getting reprimanded by your teacher for being late, even though you were at the nurse's and had a note for it,

you lost one of your favorite scrunchies, and when you thought things possibly couldn't get any worse when you got home from school, your mom started yelling at you for not taking out the trash bins in the morning, causing there to be an overflow of trash sitting in your garage

you sped right into your room, tears threatening to fall, and you decided to distract yourself by working on the little bit of homework you had left,

but the cherry on top of the worst day imaginable was when you realized you left the book you needed for the homework due Monday morning was still sitting in your locker, and you forgot to grab it as you left

you let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in your hands, letting the hot tears flow

you stayed like that for a minute, before trying to take a deep breath in, thinking to yourself a way to make you feel better, and you knew of only one person to fix it... your boyfriend eddie

you had barely seen him all day since the two of you had conflicting class schedules and in the one class you had together, he decided to skip with Gareth and Jeff since it was the last period of the day anyways

you packed up some clothes in a bag, grabbed the few pieces of paper that was left of your homework, and walked out of your room, seeing your parents sitting on the couch watching some show

"uh, Nancy and Robin wanted to have a sleepover at Robin's house tonight, is that okay?" you asked, hoping they would not question any further

it's not like your parents haven't met Eddie, they have, it's just your dad would go ballistic if he knew you were sleeping over at his house

"sure things sweetheart, be safe and have fun" your dad said nonchalantly and you smiled to them as their eyes diverted back to the television screen

you finally parked your car right outside eddie's trailer, furiously wiping tears away that kept falling during your drive

you thanked your lucky stars that your blurred teary vision didn't cause a crash

you tried to control your breathing but it was hard, the lump in your throat increasing in size by the second

you grabbed your bag and walked up to the door, knocking lightly

the door opened and saw a smiley Eddie, he must've recognized your car when you pulled up, you assume

"hey baby I was just about to call you and come over," he said and kissed your cheek

you turned to face him when he saw your teary red eyes and his expression immediately changed

"oh, are you okay?" he asked sweetly, putting his arm around you and bringing you inside, shutting the door behind him

he took your bag and started down the hall to his room, and you followed

he threw your bag on his bed when he turned to face you, "c'mere" he said, and wrapped his two strong arms around you

as he held you, you started to cry again, half from the frustration of the worst day and the other half from finally being held in the loving arms of your boyfriend

he held you close as the sobs racked your body, stroking your hair and slowly swaying from side to side, almost as if he was rocking you

you stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity, when you felt the tears slow and your breathing return to normal, and you continued to stand there in his arms, not wanting to break away

you breathed in, your nose inhaling his mix of musty cologne and cigarettes, which was your favorite scent in the whole world

he gently pulled back so he was able to see your face, when you looked up at him, puffy red eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks

he gently caressed your face, kissing your forehead

"what happened sweet girl?" he asked softly, as if not to make you cry any more than you already had

you wiped the tears that had been sitting on your cheek

"i've had the worst day" you started, feeling your eyes start to well up again

"i was late to school, i failed the math test that i was so confident on, i had a fight with lisa about where to take stupid prom pictures, i tripped and skinned my knee, ms o'donnell yelled at me for being late even though i was in the nurse's office, and i lost my favorite scrunchie and then my mom yelled at me about not taking out the trash on time, and on top of all that i forgot my book for the homework that's due Monday morning in my locker" you ranted

eddie looked at you with sympathetic eyes, nodding understandingly at your frustration, wiping the tears that started to fall again and you sniffled

"sorry" you muttered out, and he chuckled "for what baby? if anything the universe should apologize to you for making you go through all that hell" he squeezed you tighter

"how about this, Monday morning ask to retake the test, and tomorrow, call lisa tomorrow about the pictures, i'm sure you two will work it out cause c'mon, they're stupid locations to take a picture," he started, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear

"i'll get you a new, and better scrunchie, better than your last one, it'll be the most amazing scrunchie you'll totally forget about your other one" he joked, and a smile tugged at your lips

"as for ms o'donnell, you know she can be a bitch but lets face it, that's what happens when you become a cranky old cat lady," he joked again, causing you to giggle

"there it is, that's my beautiful girl" he beamed, before taking your hands in his and bringing them up to his lips

"as for these," he said, kissing the scrapes on your hands from where you tried to catch yourself in the fall

"i think kisses should be the remedy" he continued, kissing all around your hand and your arm causing you to giggle even more and inciting a smile to tug on his face

"and lastly, you can borrow my textbook for the homework" he said, enlacing his fingers with yours

"so don't stress sweets, i got you babe... i love you y/n" he locked eyes with you, and leaned in to give you a soft, sweet kiss that sent the message he just told you

he was there for you

you both pulled away from each other, foreheads pressing against one another, his genuine concern warming your heart

"i love you too eddie" you said and you both smiled

you nuzzled into his neck, and he continued to hold you, gently stroking the back of your head

"how about tonight we watch movies and sit around, and get fat" he joked and you smiled

"what movie were you thinking?" you questioned as he started to gently sway the two of you side to side

"i snagged both Indiana Jones movies from Family Video earlier today if you're interested"

you couldn't help but smile at the suggestion as you loved those movies

"that sounds perfect, actually" you admitted

he kissed you once more before leading you to his kitchen, hand in hand

you started popping the popcorn as eddie went into the living room, and you were glad that wayne left a little earlier to the plant for his night shift so you'd have the tv and couch to yourselves tonight

as you turned into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, some drinks, and some other random snacks you found, eddie had already set up the movie, his thoughtful gesture not going unnoticed

you settled onto the couch with him, and as the film began, the tension in your shoulders started to fade away

throughout the movie, eddie made occasional comments that had you chuckling, despite your earlier frustration and sadness

his infectious laugh and witty remarks managed to lighten the heaviness in the room. it was as if he had a natural talent for lifting spirits

during one particularly intense scene, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness resurface

sensing your change in mood, eddie paused the movie and turned to face you

"hey, I can see something's bothering you again," he said softly. "do you want to talk about it?"

you took in a deep breath, "i feel like such a loser for crying in front of you, i normally can handle my problems and i didn't mean to explode on you like that" you explained, feeling guilty for not being able to handle your own emotions - feeling like it made you look weak

eddie reached out and gently squeezed your hand, offering reassurance. "baby don't ever feel like you can't unload on me, i love being able to help solve your problems and make you happy, never ever feel ashamed to tell me whats going on"

his words washed over you, soothing the ache in your heart. it was a simple gesture, just doing the good boyfriend deed of wanting to solve your problems, but the genuine care in his eyes made you feel understood and supported.

you spent the rest of the movie talking, laughing, and enjoying watching Indy fight all the bad guys. eddie's presence and kindness acted as a balm to your weary soul, providing the solace you desperately needed

by the time the credits rolled on the first film, your spirits had significantly lifted

as Eddie prepared to get the next movie, you stopped him from getting up, hugging him tightly, gratitude swelling within you. "thank you, eds. i can't express how much you meant to me. You turned my whole day around just by being with you" you admitted

he returned the embrace, snuggling in close, his voice warm and sincere. "i vow to you till the day i die- and even in the afterlife, i will always make your bad days better, i promise you..."

and with those comforting words, you passionately kiss him, his lips providing you warmth and hope for a better day tomorrow

after he switched the movie to Temple of Doom, you cuddled into his chest, and couldn't help but feel blessed to have such a caring, beautiful boyfriend, ready to provide comfort whenever you needed it most and you fell asleep, snuggled into eddies chest

fin.

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layce2015 · 9 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

In The Beginning

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(So I forgot that this episode is all Dean. So what I'm going to do is doing in 3rd Person and go along with the episode, with some things added in this. Hope you enjoy!)

*3rd Person POV*

In a motel, Dean and (y/n) were fast asleep. (Y/n) was on her side, her back to Dean's chest as he had her close to him, his left arm under her neck and his right arm drapped over her waist and his chin placed on the space where her neck and shoulder connected.

Sam, who was wide awake, gets up then pauses as he looks at them before leaving the room. A car pulls up and Sam gets in the passenger side, Ruby is driving. "Ready?" She asked him. "Definitely." Sam said and they drive off.

As he sleeps, Dean is dreaming and sees flashes of his terrified face, in red, and the sound of screams. He wakes, suddenly, to find Castiel sitting on his bed. "Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked, plainly, then Dean looks over at (y/n), who didn't wake up. "She won't wake." Castiel said and Dean looks back at him.

"What did you do to her?" He asked, angrily. "Just put her in a deep sleep." Castiel said, plainly, and Dean glares at him. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed. "Listen to me. You have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what?" Dean asked then Castiel puts two fingers to Dean's forehead.

"Move it buddy –" a voice ordered and Dean wakes up to see that he is outside on a bench, the voice belonging to a cop. "...you can't sleep here." said the officer. "Okay...sleep...where?" Dean asked with a groan as he sits up. "Anywhere but here." The officer said and he walks away.

Dean tries to make a call on his cell, but gets no signal. "Perfect." He growls and gets up. Moments later, he enters JAY BIRD's DINER and sits at the diner's counter next to a young dark haired man.

"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked him. "Jay Bird's Diner." the man said. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh...city and state." Dean said. "Lawrence, Kansas." The young man replied and Dean is taken aback. "Lawrence." He said, shocked.

"Hey, you okay buddy?" The man asked Dean, concerned. "Yeah, tough night." Dean said as he shakes his head. The young man turns to the waiter and said. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg."

"Okay, coming right up." Reg said while Dean pulls his cell phone from his pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked and the man gives him a confused look. "The USS Enterprise?" The man asked with sarcasm. Dean looks at REG as he brings the coffee over and noticed he is dressed in 1970s hippie gear.

"Thanks...nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" Dean said after accepting the coffee. "Sonny and Cher broke up?" The young man asked then Dean looks around the diner and notices everyone is dressed in 1970s-era clothes. He looks at the newspaper the young man is reading. The headline reads Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973. Dean mouths the words Seventy three as another Man enters the diner.

"Hey, Winchester." the man calls out and Dean and the Young Man look around. The Man shakes the hand of the Young Man. "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?" The man asked. "Hey, Mr. D." The young man greets.

"I heard you were back." said the older man. "Yeah, a little while now." The young man said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good." The older man said and Dean's eyes widen at this, shocked.

"Dad?" he mutters.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." the man said to John. "You got it, Mr. D." John said and he turns and notices Dean staring at him. "Do we know each other?" John asked him. "I guess not." Dean said then John gets up to leave. "Take it easy, pal." John said after putting Dean's shoulder then walks off. "Yeah." Dean said, his mind still reeling at what just happened.

Later, Dean was following John Winchester when he turns a corner and bumps into Castiel. "What is this?" Dean asked him. "What does it look like?" Castiel asked him and Dean looks around. "Is it real?" Dean asked. "Very." Castiel said.

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel gives him a confused look. "How did I get here?" Dean asked him. "Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." Castiel replied.

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" Dean yells, angrily. "I told you, you have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" Dean asked. Then a car horn sounds out and he turns to it. When he turns back, Castiel is gone. "Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean growls, annoyed.

Later that day, at the Rainbow Motors Car Dealership, John was talking to a car salesman as they stand in front of a beige VW van. "A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?" the salesman asked and John considers it for a moment.

"Let's do it." John said and the salesman smiles. "I'll get the paperwork." The salesman said and he walks off while John walks over to the front of the van and rubs the headlights.

"That's not the one you want." a voice said and John looks over and sees Dean leaning on a '67 Chevy Impala. "You following me?" John asked him, suspiciously. "No, no, I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." Dean said. "More than a little." John chuckles.

"Let me repay the favor." Dean said and he pats the hood of the Impala. "This is the one you want." He said as John walks over to him. "Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?" John asked. Dean nods his head and looks slightly nostalgic. "Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." Dean said and opens the hood of the Impala and leans in. John joins him on the side of the car.

"327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry." Dean said and John looks over, impressed. "You know man, you're right." He said and Dean nods over his shoulder at the van. "Then what are you buying that thing for?" asked Dean. "I kinda promised someone I would." John said. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40." Dean said.

John considers it for a moment and hold out his hand to Dean. "John Winchester." He introduced and Dean shakes his hand. "Dean Van Halen – and thank you." Dean said and John looks in the open windows of the Impala. "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean said and John snorts. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked. "Nope." John replied. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like...like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Dean asked. "No." John said with confusion. "No...There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" Dean asked and John stands up and turns to him.

"Okay, mister! Stop it." he said, firmly. "Yeah, if only I knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?" Dean said and John raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, sure." He said, suspiciously. Dean pats the Impala again and leaves just as the salesman comes up. "So?" asked the salesman and John points at the Impala. "I'll take this one." He said.

John pulls up on a suburban street in the Impala. Further down the street Dean pulls up and he watches as a young blonde woman runs from a house to John's car. "Hey." John greets. "What's this?" The girl asked as she looks at the Impala. "My car." John said as the girl walks around the back of the car, and John follows her.

"What happened to the van?" she asked. "Mary, this is better than the van! This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor." John said and Dean's eyes widen. "Mom?" he said, shocked.

Later, Mary and John are inside with milkshakes while Dean watches them through a window. "Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe." He mutters then thinks over what he just said. "I'm going to hell...again." he mutters as he watches them.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as John and Mary sat, talked and ate. At one point, a young man, with (h/c) hair, comes up to then and starts to talking to them. They seemed to get along as they were smiling and laughing but Dean couldn't help but wonder why the young guy looked a bit familiar.

But before he could dwell on it too long, the man leaves and a few moments later, Mary gets up and leaves. John smiles a bit then looks down at something. Dean couldn't see what it was but John looks back, jumps and he stuffs something in his pocket as Mary starts to come back and sit across from him.

"Why are you following my friend and her boyfriend?" a male voice asked. Dean turns around and the young man knees him in the stomach and throws him against a metal container next to the building. He goes to punch Dean, who dodges it and steps sideways.

"Are you crazy?" Dean asked but the man continues his attack.

Dean backs up as the young man comes after him, but Dean manages to grab his arms. "You've been trailing her since her house." The man growls. "I don't know what you're talking about –" Dean said and the man huffs a laugh. "Calling my friend a liar?" He said then he and Dean grapple.

Dean grabs him, holds him against a wall and that's when he got a good look and realized who he was. "(Father's name)?" He said, shocked, and the man's eyes narrow at him. "How do you know my name?" He asked with a growl. "Well, you're a hunter, right?" Dean asked and (Father's name) gives him a bewildered look.

(just to make it better to write, instead of putting (Father's name) I'm gonna put (f/n) instead.)

Later that night, John and Mary pull up to Mary's house in the Impala. "See you later?" John asked her. "If you're lucky." Mary said, smiling. They kiss and Mary gets out of the car. As she approaches the house, Dean and (f/n) appear. "So, this my stalker?" Mary asked, crossing her arms. "Names Dean....and he's a hunter." (F/n) replied. "You know I can speak for myself." Dean said, quickly, to him while Mary looks at Dean, who looks back at Mary.

"Wait, you're a hunter?" He asked and Mary nods in response.

"Wait, if he's a hunter...I'm not sure he should come in." She said. "You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family." Dean said. "Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..." Mary stops and Dean looks towards the front door then back at Mary.

"Oh, I gotta meet him." He said. "You've heard of him?" Mary asked. "Clearly not enough." Dean said and Mary looks over at (f/n). "You okay with this?" (F/n) asked her. "Yes, I've got this." Mary said and (F/n) nods before he pats Dean's shoulder.

"Okay, well I better get outta here. Good luck, buddy." (F/n) said and he starts to walk off. "What, got a hot date?" Mary teases and (f/n) chuckles. "Maybe..." he said with a smirk. "Could it be a certain waitress from the bar we like to go to?" Mary asked and (f/n)'s face turns red.

Mary giggles then said. "Well, say hello to (mother's name) for me." Dean stands frozen in his spot at this when (f/n) shouts back. "Will do!" Before he heads towards the white truck, gets inside and drives off.

Afterwhile, inside the Campbell house, Mary's father looks Dean over. "So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" He asked Dean. "Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean replied and Mary smiles. "So, did I pass your test?" Dean asked. "Yep. Now get out of my house." Her dad ordered.

"Dad!" Mary exclaims. "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family." Mary's father said as his wife is setting the table in the next room, and calls to Samuel. "Knock it off, Samuel."

"He's a hunter." the father said as his wife walks into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting him to dinner." She said then she turned to Dean. "Are you hungry?" She asked, sweetly. "Starving." Dean said. "Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." She said and Dean looks at Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked and Mary nods. "Really?" He mutters.

Later, Dean, Mary, Samuel and Deanna are sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner. Deanna leans over and touches Dean's arm. "First time in Lawrence, Dean?" She asked him. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think." He replied. "You working a job?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said.

"What's that mean?" Samuel asked him. "It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean said and Samuel narrows his eyes.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked Dean. "Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean said. "John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna said, chuckling, while Samuel frowns at this.

"I saw that." Mary said to her father. "What?" Samuel asked. "That sour lemon look." Mary replied. "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice...naive civilian." Samuel said. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She said as she nods to Dean. "What? No, no. No." Dean said, quickly. "Or like (f/n)?" Mary asked her father, ignoring Dean.

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I –"

"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said, firmly, and Samuel and Mary look down.

"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Dean asked. "Might be." Samuel said. "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary said and Samuel gives her a look as Dean clears his throat.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked. "Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over." Samuel replied. "That kind of thing happens." Dean said. "So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked him. "Demonic omens?" Dean said, shrugging. "That's what I gotta find out." said Samuel.

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web...Of information that you have assembled?" Dean asked. "Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday." Deanna said. "By mail?" Dean asked. "No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel said.

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean said. What part of "we work alone do you not understand, son?" Samuel growled.

"What about (f/n)? You seem to work with him." Dean tries to defend. "I've known his father since we were kids. So I've known him all his life. I trust him." Samuel said, firmly.

The next morning, at the Whitshire home, Mary and Samuel are sitting in a truck just as a motorcycle, riding by (f/n) comes up behind them. "And I'm here because?" Mary asked. "Family business, Mary...family." Samuel said and Mary scoffs. "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" He asked as Mary sees a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walks towards him. "Where you goin'?" He asked her. "To do the job, Dad." She replied.

(F/n) looks over at her then at Samuel. "I'll go with her." He said and he follows Mary while Samuel walks to the house and knocks on the door.

Dean opens the door, dressed as a priest, which caught Samuel by surprise. "Father, I see you beat me here." he said after recovering from the shock, quickly. "The Lord is funny that way." Dean said then he turns to the woman inside. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney." Dean introduced as he and Beth joins Samuel outside on the doorstep.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel said. "Thank you." Beth said. "Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean said. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked. "You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?" She asked.

Samuel is stunned into silence at her response, and Dean, looking amused, turns to leave. "Excuse me." Dean said and he pats Samuel on the back and then makes his way off the porch. Samuel shares an awkward smile with Beth, while Dean approachs Mary, (f/n) and the boy.

Mary notices Dean and turns back to the boy. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just toldmus?" she asked the young boy. The boy looks up at Dean then said. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?" (f/n) asked. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago." Charlie said. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead." Charlie said then he looks between the two.

"Am I going to jail?" he asked and Mary shakes her head. "You didn't do this, Charlie." She assures. "Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked him. "He didn't want anything." Charlie replied. "Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?" Dean asked and Charles sighs.

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then." he replied. "Something like what?" Dean asked. "I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said and Mary grabs Dean's and (f/n)'s arms and leads them a few steps away.

"What do you think?" she asked Dean. "I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean replied and (f/n) nods. "I was thinking the same." He mutters and Mary returns to Charlie, Dean and (f/n) follow her.

"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Mary asked him. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really." Charlie replied. "Anything else?" (F/n) asked him. "There was one thing." Charlie said. "What?" Dean asked. "It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and...for a moment I coulda sworn –" he stops and bites his lips.

"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked and Charlie shakes his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow." He replied and Dean looks over at Mary and (f/n).

That night, at the Campbell house, Dean slams a map down on the dining room table. Deanna is in the kitchen chopping bananas. "What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." (F/n) said to Dean. "There's nothing to talk about." Dean said. "Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes." (F/n) said. "Yeah, well, I have. This thing killed my family." Dean said, angrily.

"Just calm down, son." Samuel said, calmly, but Dean turns to him. "You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe." Dean said. "Not until we know what we're dealing with here." Samuel said as Deanna comes in carrying a fruit salad.

"Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things." she said. "I know what this thing is!" Dean yells while Deanna goes back into the kitchen. "And I'm gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do." Dean growls.

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked. "There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun." Dean said and (f/n) gives him a confused look. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Colt's gun? Like The Colt?" He asked and Dean nods.

"I thought that was just a bedtime story?" (F/n) asked and Samuel shrugs. "Well, it's real." Dean said and Samuel looks at Deanna, they don't know what to think. "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said as he takes John's journal out of his jacket and flips it open on the table.

"What's this?" (f/n) asked him. "It's a list." Dean replied. "Of what?" Samuel asked. "My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when." Dean replied. "Why?" Samuel asked him. "‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said then he flips the page.

"Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar." Dean said and Samuel gives him a confused look. "Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?" He asked. "Uh...my Dad could see the future." Dean replied, quickly, then points at the page. "Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night." He said.

"Liddy Walsh?" Samuel said. "Haleyville, that's close." Dean said. "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..." Samuel said then he looks over at Deanna, who leaning on the door jamb, and she shakes her head slightly at the whole story. Samuel looks back at Dean, who sees that they don't believe him.

"I know you guys think I'm crazy." Dean said. "You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but yeah, you're crazy." Samuel said and Dean looks between Samuel, Deanna and (f/n). "Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Dean growls and he takes the journal and walks out of the room.

Mary was sitting in her room, listening to music, when Dean comes up. "I'm shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye." He said and she turns to him. "Really? So soon?" She asked. "Yeah – job to do." Dean said then he stops for a moment then looks back at her. "Hey, I wanted to – to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um...it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid." He said and Mary smiles.

"You do?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." He said before mutter, softly. "Hell, I'm depending on it."

"What?" Mary asked and Dean looks back at her. "Nothing. Um, can I ask you a question?" He asked and Mary nods. "What's he like? John." Dean asked. "Why do you ask?" Mary asked him. "Just curious." Dean said and Mary thinks for a moment. "I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." She said. "No offense." She adds.

"No, none taken." Dean said

"Can I tell you something?" she asked and Dean nods. "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!" She said, smiling. "Yeah?" Dean said, surprised. "Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just…I love John, and..." she said, smiling, before she stops.

"And what?" he asked. "I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen." Mary said and Dean blinks back tears. "Yeah..." he mutters.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, worried. "Yeah, no, I'm – I'm fine. Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?" He asked. "Sure." She said. "Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?" He asked. "Okay." She said, her eyebrow raised.

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed." he said and she gives him a confused look. "Okay." she said as a tear runs down Dean's face. He smiles at Mary and leaves.

As Dean walks out, he sees the all too familiar motorcycle while (f/n) was standing by the bike. "Nice bike." Dean compliments and (f/n) looks over at him. "Thanks. Just got it." He said. "You a bike guy?"

"Me? No, no, just know a good bike when I see one...but...my girlfriend has the bike knowledge." Dean said. "Oh, got yourself a bad girl? Better watch out for them." (F/n) teased and Dean chuckles. "You have no idea." He said and (f/n) laughs. "Well, more power to ya, buddy."

"Speaking of girlfriends, how did that date, last night, go for you?" Dean asked and (f/n) smirks. "Honestly...it went amazingly. There's just...I don't know...something about her. I've only been with her for a few months and it's like...she was made for me. And...the more I spend time with her...the more I want to leave this hunting life behind." He replied then he turns to Dean. "Sounds insane, doesn't it?" (F/n) asked and Dean shrugs. "I'd say go for it. But then again, I know crazy talk." Dean said, smirking, and (f/n) laughs.

"Yeah, about that....you sure about it? What you said about the Colt and this...yellow eyed demon?" (F/n) asked him. "I've never been so sure in my life." Dean said and (f/n) looks down, sighs then looks back at him. "Well, if you need any help, have Mary call me." (F/n) said and he climbs on his bike and begins to start it.

"Hey (f/n)!" Dean said and the young man looks back at him with his familiar (e/c) eyes. "You take care. And keep your girlfriend safe, okay? Watch over her and make sure she's safe at all time." Dean warns and (f/n) looks him over before he nods. "I will." He said then he revves up the engine of the bike. "See you around, buddy." (F/n) said before he drives off.

Later that night, Dean is driving when Castiel appears next to him. Dean inhales sharply. "So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" He asked, annoyed. Castiel just looks at him, and Dean glances over again. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam and (y/n) would have wanted in on this, why not bring them back?" Dean asked. "You had to do this alone, Dean." Castiel replied.

"And you don't care that Sam's tearing up the future looking for me right now? Or (y/n)?" Dean asked. "Sam's not looking for you and I told you (y/n) is asleep." Castiel said. "Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? (Y/n)'s parents could live? (Y/n) and I can have a normal life together?" Dean asked.

"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, (y/n) – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel said. "I realize." Dean grumbles. "And you don't care?" Castiel asked. "Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents and (y/n)'s dad. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Dean said then he looks over to the passenger seat, but Castiel is gone.

Dean is kneeling at a safe, from which he pulls out the Colt. A man, Daniel Elkins, appears with a shotgun pointed at Dean's back. "Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way." Daniel threatens. Dean pretends to lay the Colt on the top of the safe, but instead points it at Daniel. "Can't do it, Daniel." Dean said.

"Who the hell are you?" Daniel asked him. "A hunter, just like yourself." Dean tells him. "Thief's more like it." Daniel growls. "I just need it for a few days." Dean said to him. "Not happening, mister." said Daniel. "Look, I have a chance to save my family's lives. My family. But I need this gun to do it. So if you want to stop me? Kill me." Dean said and he lowers the Colt and walks slowly toward the door past Daniel.

Then he turns to look at Daniel, who begins to lower his gun. "There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells." Dean said. "Never heard of them." Daniel said. "That's where she'll be." Dean said and he begins to leave.

Meanwhile, at the Campbell house, Mary and Samuel are sitting at the dining room table cleaning guns when Mary turns to her dad. "Dean say where he was going?" she asked. "Said he was gonna kill a demon." Samuel replied and Mary chuckles. "Kill a demon? That's impossible." She said. "Yep." He dad mutters.

"Where?" She asked. "Uh...oh, I don' know, over in Haleyville, uh, Walsh's maybe." He said, shrugging, and Mary looks up at him. "Wait, not Liddy Walsh?" She asked, worried. "Well, yeah, I- I- I think so." He stutters. "Dad, she's a friend of mine! We gotta help her." She exclaims as Deanna walks to the door of the room, and sees Mary getting up.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "I'll be in the car." Mary replied as she walks off. "Hey –" Deanna said but Samuel speaks up. "I mean, she wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt, is this some female time of month thing?" He asked and Deanna sighs and walks back into the other room. "What?" He asked, wondering what he said wrong.

At the Walsh house, Liddy is sitting on the sofa with Dr.Brown as he looks her over. "I'm sorry, Liddy, it's metastasized." He said to her. "Where?" Liddy asked. "His liver, his lungs. It's time we talked about arrangements." said Dr Brown. "No, you have to do something, Dr. Brown." She pleads and he looks at her.

"There is one way, a cure actually, but I'll need your help." he said. "What do I have to do?" she asked. "Nothing. Just in ten years, I'm going to come to you and ask for something then." he said. "What?" she asked him. "Nothing you'll miss." Dr. Brown says as his eyes turn yellow.

The door bursts open and Samuel enters then shoots Brown in the chest while Liddy screams. Brown's eyes open and Samuel cocks the shotgun again. Brown waves his hand and Samuel's shotgun flies across the room. Then Bornw waves his other hand and Samuel flies backwards and gets pinned to the wall behind him.

"Oh, God." Liddy exclaims. "Hold that thought." Brown said and he approaches Samuel. "You son of a bich." Samuel said. Brown leans in to Samuel, but turns around abruptly. Mary is standing behind him with a raised knife. He grabs Mary by the throat.

"Hello there." he greets S Mary slices him with the knife. "Where the hell have they been hiding you?" Brown asked as Mary keeps attacking. Brown grabs her arm and she drops the knife then she punches him. "I like you. You got a lot of spunk." Brown said and Mary kicks him. He grabs her leg, then slams her against a wall.

"Mary!" Samuel shouts and Dean bursts in with the Colt drawn. Brown pulls Mary in front of him as a shield. "Let her go!" Dean yells while Brown looks at Dean, shocked.

"Where'd you get that gun?" he asked and Dean cocks the Colt and nods to Mary, who breaks away from Brown. Black smoke pours from Brown's mouth and goes out a vent in the wall. "Damn..." Dean growls.

"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked Mary as they stand out on Liddy's yard. "I told you, just that he liked me." Mary said then she looks up at Dean with fear in her eyes. "What did he mean by that?" She asked, fearfully, as Samuel joins them on the lawn.

"Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." Samuel said then he looks at Mary. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?" Mary said as she turns and walks to the truck. Samuel turns to Dean.

"Nice job in there." he said. "I missed the shot." Dean grumbles. "Take the compliment, son. I'm saying that I was wrong about you." Samuel said and Dean looks at him, then to the truck where Mary went, and looks back at Samuel, obviously upset. "We need to talk alone." He said.

"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies." Dean said after they make it to Campbell's house. "What? How do you know that?" Samuel asked and Dean pulls out John's journal. "I just do, okay?" He said.

"When?" Samuel asked. "I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me." Dean assures. "So what, are you some kind of a psychic now too?" Samuel asked. "No. Alright, listen to me." Dean said and he goes to the table and sits down next to Samuel.

"Now, this is gonna sound a little...actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy." Dean said. "Okay." Samuel said, unsure. "Mary is my mother." Dean said. "Excuse me?" Samuel asked.

"And I am your grandson, and I know what the hell I'm talking about." Dean said while Samuel looks at him in disbelief. "You wanna run that by me again, son?" He asked. "My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester." Dean admits while Samuel gives him a funny look.

"I don't have to listen to this." he grumbles as he starts to get up.. "Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please." Dean pleads to him.

Meanwhile, Mary runs up to John and throws herself into his arms. "Hey, you – you okay?" John asked her, worried. "You promised you'd take me away." She said, questioning. "Of course I did." John said. "Do it now." Mary said and John opens the door of his car. Mary climbs in, and he shuts it after her, looking concerned.

"How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? I'm not making this up, Samuel." Dean said as Samuel still looks at him. "Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you." Samuel said and Dean sighs with relief. "Thank you." He said.

"I mean, how do we find this bastard?" Samuel asked him. "Right here, the list." Dean said as he opens John's journal. "And with the Colt?" Samuel asked. Dean pulls the Colt out of his jacket and puts it on the table. "Yeah." Dean said. "Here, let me see it." Samuel asked.

Dean hesitates and then moves it further away from Samuel. "Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it." Dean said. "I'm your grandfather." Samuel said. "Nothing personal." Dean tells him. "Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill." Samuel said and his eyes turn yellow. He raises his hand and the chair that Dean is sitting slams against the wall. Dean glares, but appears unable to move.

"Future boy, huh?" The Demon said as hewalks over to Dean. "I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?" He asked. "Oh, I came here to kill you." Dean growls.

"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you...are you one of my psychic kids?" The demon asked and he leans in and sniffs Dean. "No, not you. Maybe you got a sis, or a bro. That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here." He said, smiling.

"So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls." Dean said. "No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy." The demon said. "Why her? Why any of them?" Dean asked. "Because they're strong." The demon said as Deanna peeks around the corner of the kitchen doorway and sees what is happening.

"They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders." the demon said and Dean furrows his brow. "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite." the demon said and Dean looks furious and tries to move, but can't.

Deanna watches from the next room. "So why make the deals?" Dean asked him. "I need permission." the demon said as Deanna comes quietly into the room. "I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. ‘Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong." The demon explains.

"For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?" Dean asked. Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid." The demon scoffs. "End game? What end game?" Dean asked, confused. "Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good." The demon said.

"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you." Dean spat. "Right. Now that, I'd like to see." the demon laughs. "Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ‘cause I'm the one that kills you." Dean growls.

"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." The demon takes out a knife. "Your Grandpappy." The demon said and he winks and plunges the knife into Samuel.

"No!" Dean and Deanna say at the same time. Then the demon goes for Deanna, while Dean struggles to free himself. The demon sends Deanna flying and breaks her neck in the kitchen as she tries to crawl away. Dean grabs the Colt and rushes in to find her dead, and the demon gone. "Mary...Mary!" Dean shouts and he starts to run.

John and Mary were sitting in the Impala, which is parked next to a river. "I guess it's no secret why I brought you way out here." John said and Mary turns to him. "John –" she said but John continues. "I just – just let me get through this, okay?" He asked and Mary nods. "Okay, wait. There's things you don't know about me, John." She said.

"So?" John said and he opens the ring box and shows it to her. "I will always love you for exactly who you are." He said when there is a bang at the window.

"What did I tell you?" Samuel, still possessed, asked. "Dad!" Mary shouts. "Sir, just listen!" John said but Samuel pulls Mary out of the car. John gets out the other side.

"Ow! Dad! You're hurting me!" Mary shouts as John runs over and tries to pull Samuel off Mary. "Hey, take it easy!" John said and Samuel grabs John's head and wrenches it sideways, breaking his neck and killing him instantly.

"No!" Mary screams as John falls to the ground. Mary drops to her knees to cradle him. The demon kicks John's legs. "You killed him." Mary cries as she looks up at him. "Oh, not just John, sweetie-pie. Mommy and Daddy too." The demon said and he unzips his jacket to show Mary the knife wound in Samuel's stomach.

"No..." she cries, softly. "Yup, afraid so. You're little orphan Mary now." the demon sniggers. "You son of a bitch!" Mary growls. "Oh, sticks and stones may break my bones, and they won't bring your family back either." The demon said. "I'll kill you, I swear to God." Mary spat. "Oh, let's not get nasty." The demon said and he sits down next to Mary.

"Now look, we both said some things that we regret. Let's, um...kiss and make up." the demon said while Mary is crying and holding John. "I'll tell you what, I'll arrange to have lover boy here brought back breathing." the demon said and Mary looks over at him.

"My parents too?" she asked. "Nope, sorry doll, that's not on the table. But, think about it, you could be done with hunting forever. The white picket fence, station wagon, couple of kids, no more monsters or fear. I'll make sure of it." said the demon. "What? And all it costs is my soul?" Mary asked him, scoffing. "Oh, no, you can keep your soul, I just need permission." The demon said. "For what?" She asked. "Mmm, in ten years I need to swing by your house for a little something, that's all." The demon said.

"For what?!" Mary asked, angrily. "Relax. As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt, I promise. Or you can spend the rest of your life, desperate and alone." The demon said while Mary is sobbing. "Mary? It's a good deal. So what do you say?" The demon asked.

Dean drives up and sees demon kissing Mary and he gets out of the car. "No!" Dean shouts and he rushes forward with the Colt drawn. Before he can shoot, black smoke flows from Samuel's mouth and John comes back to life. "Mary?" John asked and Mary sobs with relief. "John." She said.

Castiel appears beside Dean and places a hand on his shoulder. When Mary looks up from John, Dean is gone and Samuel lies dead on the ground.

Dean was asleep in bed until gasps and wakes up. Castiel is standing near the foot of the bed. "I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?" Dean asked as he sits up and Castiel nods. "W-What about (f/n)? Him and (m/n)? I need to..." Dean said but Castiel shakes his head. "They still die. (F/n) was in an accident a month after that. (M/n) made a deal with Azazel to save (f/n)." Castiel informs and Dean looks down, defeated.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it." Castiel said and Dean stands up. "What?" he asked. "Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination." Castiel said. "Then why'd you send me back?" Dean asked, angrily. "For the truth. Now you know everything we do." Castiel said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked and Castiel looks at the other bed, which hasn't been slept in, and Dean follows his gaze.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "We know what Azazel did to your brother and your girlfriend. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up." Castiel said.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "425 Waterman." Castiel replied and Dean grabs his keys and his jacket. "You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will." Castiel said and he disappears.

"Dean?" A voice asked and Dean turns to see (y/n) waking up. "You okay?" She asked, worried. "Get up, we've got to go." He said and she sits up. "What's wrong?" She asked. "It's Sam." He replied as he puts his boots on and (y/n) looks over to the other bed and sees Sam is gone.

"Where's Sam?" She asked, worried, and Dean gives her a look. "425 Waterman." He replies. "How do you know that." She asked. "It's a long story but we need to go now." He said and (y/n), quickly, gets up and changes.

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Infirmary Room Confessions

A/N: Hey y'all! I used to be active on tumblr (a different blog for a different fandom) eons ago and have recently just been lurking in the background on this one. However, I thought, why not give it a go? So here we are, a short Ted Lasso fic to start me off and hopefully get me an in for the Ted Lasso tumblr community!

Pairing: Ted Lasso x hurt!reader

Description: After an accident during training, Y/N ends up in Richmond's infirmary, pleased to see who is there when she wakes up.

Word Count: 948 words

When you offered to help during training after Keeley gave you the day off, you certainly didn’t expect to end up with a football to the face. You were only meant to be taking videos of the boys’ goal drills for the coaches team to review later. Ted said something about it being the perfect entertainment for “Secret Sandwich Switcheroo”, to which Beard nodded while Roy rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like “what in the fuck” under his breath.

A minor detail you had forgotten though, was your magnet-seeming relationship with all things bad luck. As your head hit the hard ground of the pitch at the impact of the flying ball, you suddenly remembered this detail. A chorus of your name was yelled at different volumes, your eyes slowly blinking through the pain as you stare up at the cloudy sky.

In a matter of what felt like seconds, a certain gaffer was at your side, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern as he stared at you. You attempted to shake your head, hoping to dissuade any of his worries, although the motion elicited a groan from deep in your soul.

“Oh God, Y-Y/N, are you okay? Don’t worry, Dani is getting the med bag,” you could identify the voice as Ted’s but had trouble concentrating on the actual words, responding with a murmur before your view of the light blue expanse turned to darkness.

As your eyes opened once again, a light pressure on your thigh squeezed lightly, “Why, hey there, Sonny and Cher.” A small chuckle left your lips while you turned your head to the side, setting sight on the normally chipper man seated next to you, a bit gloomier than normal.

“Did I ruin today’s training?”

Ted smiled softly, even when laying in Nelson Road’s infirmary, an ice pack on your head as they waited to test you for a concussion, you were worried about others. “No, sweetheart. Coach and Roy have the boys finishing their drills right now. They’re all pretty worried about you, though.”

You looked at him inquisitively, “Worried about me? What for?” Ted’s eyes widened as he let out a soft and joking scoff, “What for? Y/N, you’re every bit a part of the team as me and every one of those players. They all know it and so do I. Rebecca and Keeley have been texting from their meeting in London to check on you. All of us care about you and want you to be safe.”

Looking down, your eyes slightly watered. Ted’s kind words ruminated in your mind, taking claim as the true reason behind the tears rolling down your cheeks, though you would adamantly argue they were a result of your pounding headache. Trying to take the pressure off of you, you decide to tease the American as you look up, “Well if they’re all worried about me, how come you’re the only one here?”

A slight blush covered Ted’s cheeks as he glanced down, his tongue sticking out slightly in thought as he met your eyes again quickly before looking around the room, “Someone had to be here to check on you when you decided to grace us with your presence again.” You looked around and noticed the chair at the desk of the team’s doctor was slowly spinning, suggesting she had only recently stood up and left the room.

Turning back to the brunette with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk on your face, you decided to push him a little more. Sure, you two always had a natural banter, and over time your feelings for him had changed from platonic to something more, but your uncertainty about if the feelings were mutual kept you from pushing the boundaries. With your current state of mind, all worries about ruining your friendship were replaced with a mix of pain, confusion, and complete infatuation with the tender-hearted man.

“Interesting…that person couldn’t be Dr. Sanchez? The trained professional?” Ted blushed once again at your words, caught in his small fib. “Oh well sure but,” Ted clears his throat, “I thought maybe it would be comforting to wake up to a friendly face. And I would regret it for the next while if I wasn’t that friendly face for you.”

A smile appeared on your face, bashfully looking down only to notice that his hand was still on your thigh, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the athletic fabric covering your skin. Turning your attention back to the man, seeing him wear a smile that resembles yours, you place your hand on top of his, “I’d be happy any day of the week if the face that greets me when I open my eyes is yours.”

Ted chuckles lightly as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Well then I guess we’ll have to see to that. Just without the whole ball to the face and knot on the back of the head, yeah?”

Nodding slightly so as to not worsen the pain in your head, you readily agree, “Sounds good to me Coach Lasso. As long as I’m not banned from all future trainings.”

Ted scoffs, moving his hand from your thigh to intertwine your fingers together. “You must be losin’ marbles if you think I’m ever gonna let you out of my sight after today,” a giggle leaves your lips at his comment as he brings your hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. Your laughter turns into a content hum as you relax into the infirmary pillow, a smile on your face as you look at Ted, thankful, oddly enough, for your clumsiness that day.

#was i thinking about ted/jason's hands when including the detail of him rubbing circles with his thumb on the reader's thigh?#absolutely not.#that would be horrible of me and i have so much more dignity than to imagine those digits pressing softly into my skin #👀👀#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x reader fluff #ted lass fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso tv #jason sudeikis

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brigittttoo · 8 months

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Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Both @elwenyere and @goddammitjim had open tags and this sounded fun! Let's see what the stats say:

Most hits

Slow Waters - Star Wars, 37k, Codywan, 7123 hits

The events of seven days in the mid-autumn of 2025, between the arrival of the Fett brothers -- the three-man Ranger team nicknamed "The Clones" by the general public -- to the Tokyo Shatterdome, and the last mission made against the Kaiju invasion.

Second most kudos

Inexpressibly to Untangle - Star Wars, 6k, Codywan, 533 kudos

"He’d always wondered why they’d called it that, when they can see real stars all the time, and the rearrangement of blood pressure just greys out his vision. It’s nothing like crisp white sparks of light on a vast black field, or a little speck of red on a purple sunset, or three yellow suns burning in tandem on the horizon." A post-Order 66 canon AU in which Obi-Wan and Cody crash-land on Endor.

Third most comments

Portrait of Monsieur X - Captive Prince, 37k, Damen/Laurent, 47 comment threads

"Without moving, Laurent spoke. “I wonder how long it takes for a portrait to become something different than its subject,” he said quietly. Damen wondered if this was a question he was truly meant to answer." It's the 1890s and Damen is hired to paint Laurent's portrait. A fic with guilt, ruin, and love.

Fourth most bookmarks

Wolfssegen - Star Wars, 7k, Codywan, 42 bookmarks

"Three years ago, just after Cody took on the old house on the outskirts of a small town, there had been a full moon, and Cody had woken the next morning to find the mangled remains of an iron wolf trap strewn across his back steps. The next full moon, he'd dragged a chair outside and waited up all night, and watched the patient glow of Obi-Wan's eyes from just beyond the tree-line." A vaguely historical, vaguely German story about wolves and magic.

Fifth most words

What Year Was Our House Built? - Star Wars, Codywan, 23,713 words

Cody and Obi-Wan live a peaceful, domestic life in a beautiful house, but all is not what it seems. When they start to have dreams of a different world, and objects start to appear in their home, and something in the basement just doesn't feel right-- that's when someone has to ask: What Year Was Our House Built?

Least words (not counting artworks)

Corn? - Venom (Marvel), Chickens, 354 words

A brief glimpse into the navigations of chickens Sonny and Cher in Eddie and Venom's life.

Tags: Open for anyone who sees this!! what a fun little glimpse into what I usually try not to look at. Numbers are not usually very large but I'm so proud of everything on this list. Yes, even the chicken one.

#my fic #star wars

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meikyuunolovers · 3 months

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Happy 80th Birthday, Mick Avory !

(15/02/1944- )

Happy Birthday to the strong pillar of the Kinks ! He joined the band in 1964 following an audition, he stayed with the band for 20 years before taking his final bow I'm 1984... only to get hired at Konk afterwards, where he stays for a few years. He's also an OG member of the Kast-Off Kinks and, alongside Dave Clarke (unrelated to the drummer), one of the two OG members still in the band as of 2024.

Honestly... There are way too many things I wanted to say about him, because he has such a direct or an indirect influence on the Kinks history, except that I'm only limited to 10 pictures per post. Therefore, it makes it impossible to use my usual posting style for these posts...

So instead, here's a list of bits of information I've read about him :

-He once said that Sonny Bono and Cher needed to consult a plastic surgeon for nosejobs.

-He once hijacked(?) a limousine and took some of the Kinks, backing singers and staff (it was during the Preservation Acts era) to an Indian restaurant (I already posted the 'Baptist ate the bill' extract on his own bday post, but cropped the beggining).

-Mick became a model around 1966 because a man who worked in a boutique (M. McGrath, possibly renamed as O'Brien in X-Ray, not 100% sure, but there are way too many coincidences and things in common for me to not make the connection) fell in love with him.

-Stripped at a party because he wanted to prove to Ray that the concert promoter was gay (this is, in fact, the beginning of the David Watts story).

-Something I recently noticed while looking at pictures of the band, is that he has(had?) a scar between his bottom lip and chin. He seemingly got it around the same time as the Cardiff Incident, and it was visible on pictures until the early 70s.

-His father designed the iconic 'Kinky boots' logo !

-During the Kast-Off Kinks' performances, he sings lead on 'Dedicated Follower of Fashion' (apparently, it was Dave Clarke's idea).

-He's the one who took Ray with him to clubs frequented by drag queens, which gave birth to the hit song 'Lola' !

Talking about Lola, here's a link to a Lola TV performance just because I like his (and Ray's) clothes there.

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(I think I already said what I thought about the art earlier this morning. Not my proudest post, since I feel like while I tried to do 'too much', in the end it feels more like it wasn't enough because I tried to do too much.)

#the kinks #mick avory #kinks birthday posts #meikyuunolovers art

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groupiesoutrageously · 2 years

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Cher during a performance with Sonny Bono on French television in 1967. [x]

#cher #type: girlfriend #photoset #edit

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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BackAlleyJazzLettuce

DiscoPunk's Album is Out Now 💖💞

[aka I made a funk-rock playlist for my favorite ship DiscoSpider x Spiderpunk. Fully living my fantasy where they're a British American new-funk rock duo taking the multiverse by storm

You know, like Cher and Sonny, but cooler.]

#reposting cause these go hard as fuck #and I think Tumblr nukes posts with outgoing links so I'll layer it and link the post to the playlist #hobie brown #spiderman #spidersona #spidersonas #atsv #marvel #spider man #spider punk #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #discospider #disco spider #hobie brown x oc #sorry if you saw this already

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yougotthat-write · 3 days

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Oui(ji) Had One Hell of a Party (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Ouiji board, spirits, demons, language, alcohol consumption, dumb costumes for all yo faves lmao

Summary: You and Rafael host a Halloween party and it takes a demonic turn.

Author’s Note: This was started probably almost 3 years ago (big oof). I've lost the writing bug so I'm posting what was written and promptly unfinished, lol. Apologies but I still hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 here!

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Rafael Barba wouldn’t call himself a superstitious person.

He didn’t believe in ghouls, ghosts, and monsters in the typical way that small children would. He was an A.D.A. for Manhattan so he obviously came across fellow humans who did gruesome and unforgivable things, but when you had pulled out that stupid ten dollar Ouiji board that you had bought at the stupid Halloween store, Rafael may had sent a quick prayer up to whichever Lord was occupying the skies above him at that very moment.

His Catholic upbringing was trying to pound its way out of him and it made him down the rest of his scotch in one swallow before stepping over to his bar area to pour himself another drink. The low hum of your Halloween playlist mixed with the chatter of Rafael’s friends from the courthouse and your friends from the 16th precinct.

You sat on your living room floor, hunched over your coffee table, setting up the toy that would allow you to talk to those who had passed on. Sonny shifted on his feet as he stood next to Rafael. Remembering that Sonny was raised very Catholic as well, Rafael figured that this was making Sonny feel stupid for being uncomfortable with a children’s toy just as much as him.

The sound of your hands connecting together in a singular clap made Rafael’s grip tighten around his glass. He looked over at you and saw the “spooky” smile you were trying to give to everyone. The party had died down in the past couple of hours. Olivia Benson and Nick Amaro had gone home because of their kids. Fin Tutuola had gone home because “Halloween is whack! I don’t even like candy.” The rest of the guests had filed out after them in the passing hours.

Now, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, and Trevor Langan were scattered around the living room. Sonny was next to Rafael, both of the boys standing farthest away from the direct line to demons. Sonny started to get so nervous that his fake mustache for his Sonny Bono costume wouldn’t stick to his upper lip. His counterpart and designated Cher was Amanda. She sat on the floor on the opposite side of you at the coffee table. She held the planchette in her hand, looking at the object with a smirk. Her long brunette wig was tossed to the side next to her.

Rita Calhoun downed another orange Jell-O shot before falling back onto the couch behind Amanda with a sigh. She pulled her long and obnoxious Devil tail from under her and held it in her fingers as she watched you read the directions for the Ouija board. Her Devil horns were slightly crooked on her head but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

Trevor Langan had ditched his obnoxious black cape twenty minutes into the party. He ditched the phony plastic fangs even sooner. His hair was quaffed upwards and if it wasn’t for the dark liner around his eyes and the fake blood on the corner of his mouth, he would look like he was ready for a day at work with his dress shirt, black slacks, and polished shoes.

Rafael would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a bit authoritative in his twenty dollar policeman costume, but he mainly did it to see the annoyed reactions of the 16th precinct detectives. Fin Tutuola had quipped, “Your badge is so cute and tiny, Barba. You got a fake gun too?” Nick Amaro had rolled his eyes so hard at the fellow Latino man that you thought they would roll right out of his pretty little head. Despite you being a fellow 16th precinct detective, you happily supported your boyfriend with finding the policeman outfit that fit his body in all the right places.

Trevor had rolled his eyes when you suggested pulling out the Ouija board but didn’t outwardly object to it like Sonny had. Trevor made his way over to Rafael and Sonny, grabbing a deep red Jell-O shot. He shot it back and then chuckled at Sonny’s uneasy face. But Trevor didn’t miss the uneasiness that was coming from Rafael.

“Scared boys?” The defense lawyer asked with a grin. Sonny scowled over at Langan.

“Shut up,” Sonny muttered. Feeling hot, Sonny pulled the brunette wig off his head. “I just don’t think we should mess with Lucifer and his minions.” Sonny’s Adam apple bobbed. “If Ma finds out about this, she’ll have the church exorcize me.”

Trevor stifled his snort with his hand. “It’s a kids game, Carisi. The box says ages six and up.”

Sonny grumbled under his breath before making his way over to the couch and plopping down next to Rita with a sigh. Rita pouted over at the detective, reaching up and pinching his pink cheek. “Don’t worry Sonny, the Devil is already here and she’s feeling pretty tipsy.” Sonny let out a nervous laugh before leaning out of Rita’s grip and rubbing his sore cheek.

Trevor’s attention was drawn back to the quiet prosecutor next to him. Rafael felt Trevor’s gaze as he lifted his newly poured drink to his lips.

One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps.

Trevor leaned towards Rafael, “What are you so scared of Barba?” Rafael shot a look over to Trevor.

“There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Exactly.” Trevor slapped a hand onto Rafael’s shoulder and pushed him over towards the coffee table.

Looking up from the directions, you smiled at Rafael as he was ushered into the living room by Trevor. The pair of fake handcuffs that hung off Rafael’s belt jingled when Trevor’s large hands pushed Rafael down next to you. Rafael swore under his breath in Spanish to the man before Trevor went and perched himself onto the arm of the couch next to Sonny.

“I think we have it set up,” you say over to your boyfriend. Rafael nods subtlety before catching the gaze of Amanda sitting across from him. She watched Rafael from under her lashes and the corner of her mouth twitched up. Looking more head on at the two of you, she slid the planchette onto the board.

The intricate piece of wood was shaped in a triangle with rounded edges. In the center, a small dome of glass made it easy to see whatever was under the planchette when it would be slid around the board.

Rafael wouldn’t tell you — or anyone in the room for that matter — that he did not and would not touch that thing willingly. You grabbed the planchette and placed it in the middle of the board. The intricate letters and numbers were bold and taunting. Rafael swallowed the jumble of nerves trying to push their way up his throat.

He jumped slightly when you touched his arm to motion him to place his fingers next to yours. Taking a moment too long, Trevor cupped a hand around one corner of his mouth and boomed, “Scared of some ghosts, Barba?” Rafael shot another look over to Langan before you grabbed his hands.

Your hands brought comfort to him. They were warm as you guided his fingers over to the planchette and when you lightly knocked your shoulder into his, you whispered out, “Don’t be scared, hon. I’ll protect you,” your left eye dropped down into a wink and while Rafael rolled his own at your retort, it did make him more relaxed.

You motioned for Amanda to do the same. She reached out both of her pointer and middle fingers and found a spot on one of the planchette sides. Amanda spoke quietly, “What should we ask first?”

Carisi’s mouth twisted as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Rita let out a loud hum, twirling the end of her tail in her hand. “Don’t you have to ask if there’s anyone here in the first place?”

“Yeah, let’s see what we’re cooking with,” Trevor jumped in. He was able to reach over to the side table to grab another Jello-O shot, passing one over the top of Carisi’s head over to Rita who grinned devilishly.

You let out a shaky breath — which threw off Rafael for a split second — and said, “Is there a spirit with us?” While a silence fell over the group, waiting for something, Sonny’s lips moved quickly and quietly as he mouthed a prayer.

You spoke again, more firmly, “Is there anyone who would like to speak with us today?” Amanda’s eyes went from the planchette, to you, to Rafael, back to you, and then back to the planchette. Rafael’s fingers twitched on the planchette, wanting to bring them back close to him, to his body. Or even to intertwine with your own fingers.

Despite the mellow hum of your playlist, there was a long and still silence between everyone in the room. Rita had stilled her tail twirling. Trevor’s mouth straightened into a thin line, eyebrow arched up. Sonny’s hands were clasped together in between his thighs. Amanda had squared her shoulders and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck trickle. Rafael’s mouth opened to say something — he wasn’t sure what he was going to say — but then he felt it in his fingers.

Rafael’s eyes are hard and locked onto the planchette. His fingers twitched as he felt the piece of wood slightly move diagonally away from him and over to the corner of the board where an intricately drawn YES was. When the word made itself at home under the glass dome in the middle of the planchette, Carisi’s voice was shaking, “That’s not funny Amanda,” the Brooklyn man scolded his coworker.

A noise came from Amanda in regards to Sonny’s accusation and when Rafael’s looked over at you under his lashes, you were already looking over at Amanda with a furrowed brow. Amanda felt your gaze on her and when she finally looked up from the planchette, she rolled her eyes, “Fine…fine.” Her hands lifted up in surrender and she scrunched her nose.

“See, nothing to be scared of Sonny,” Trevor snickered, fingers coming to pinch the top of Sonny’s ear. Sonny shouldered the brunette away, brows furrowed in annoyance and mouth lopsided into a frown.

“Bite me, Langan.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Carisi,” Trevor shot back just before shooting back another Jello shot. This one was green.

Rafael was silently thanking Amanda from across the table. Hands brought back close to his being, Rafael let out the breath he was holding. He shivered when you scolded Amanda, “Gimme your fingers and don’t joke about, Amanda.”

Amanda let out a huff of air at your tone. “Alright, okay. Calm down.”

Amanda reached out her fingers again and settled them onto her designated spot on the planchette. You copied her and when Rafael didn’t follow suit, you and Amanda looked over at the lawyer. Rafael felt the room shift over to his attention. He felt stuffy in his cheap police uniform. Glancing over at you, he caught your eyes and he silently pleaded.

You didn’t react for a moment until finally, you silently let him off the hook with the smooth transition of reeling in Langan to put his money where his mouth is. Rafael got up from his spot, maybe a bit too quickly, and went over to where Langan was previously heckling from on the couch. Rafael’s legs were jelly and he was happy to plop down onto the couch, grabbing a Jello shot. He swallowed it down too fast to even acknowledge the color of it.

Trevor Langan dramatically rolled his eyes when you beckon him to substitute in for the demon summoning. But he gladly strolled his way over and sat down next to you on the floor. You had to scooch over a bit to make room for Trevor’s long legs and overall more lankier body. He rubbed his hands together and gave a grin before planting his fingers onto the planchette. “Let’s get this show on the road, ladies!”

Amanda and you exchanged looks before your fingers found their spots. The room went quiet again. Nobody noticed it, but the music had stopped in the middle of a song. Rita found herself needing to rest her eyes as playing with a Ouiji board doesn’t really help overly drunk people stay awake. Her head rested against the shoulder of a rigid Carisi. He didn’t seem to notice the extra weight on him.

“I’ll ask the questions this time since cops aren’t too good with questioning suspects,” Trevor quipped. Amanda glared over at the lawyer. You ignored Trevor and shifted your gaze over to the board. “Hello spirits, demons, and devils–” Rita mumbled out a noise of acknowledgement, eyes still closed, snuggling more into Carisi’s shoulder. Carisi fought the urge to shrug her off because he didn’t want to be rude but he wasn’t in a particular cuddly mood. Trevor continued, “Are you here with us?”

Rafael felt a coldness in the apartment. He noticed the lack of music as the group stayed quiet. Sonny felt his neck get prickly, the hair standing up and a shiver rolled up his back. If Rita was more sober, she probably could have felt it.

“Spir—“ Trevor’s voice started but it was cut off by a yelp from someone as the room went dark, the snap of electricity confirming so.

“Oh, Mother Theresa!” Sonny’s voice was sharp and trembling. Rita let out a hum in question before opening her eyes. The air was rigid and cold. Rafael was quick to jump onto his feet in one swift motion. You blinked quickly, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Slowly but surely, you were able to make out shapes in the room. You were about to call out to Rafael when there was a sharp shriek. It started out high in its caliber but then it morphed into something gruesome and growling.

“What the fuck–” That was Trevor. Then a small light shone in the middle of the room, like a little slice of heaven from above. Rafael’s blood ran cold. Carisi stood abruptly, stumbling over his large feet towards Rafael. Rita curled her legs up onto your couch, hugging the back of the furniture, as if she was using it to ground herself not only physically, but mentally.

Trevor’s hand shook, making the light shive as it shined over onto the blonde detective. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure nobody in the room could.

Across from you, on the other side of your thifted coffee table that took you thirty minutes to convince Rafael to get with you, was Detective Amanda Rollins possessed by something. All of her fingers were bent harshly and weirdly, each one of them touching the planchette in some way. Her shoulders were stiff, but her chin was lifted slightly, mouth slightly agape as she moaned and groaned inhumanely.

Her hair seemed electric. The ends of her blonde strands were lifting at the ends very slightly, strands engulfing around her head. The part that made your eyes water and your heart pound heavily were her eyes. They were wide open and black.

“A-amanda.. This i-isn’t funny!”

Sonny’s voice seemed to shake to the same rhythm as Trevor Langan’s hand. You heard the lawyer mutter more curses under his breath as he stood. Rita was able to swing her legs over the back of the couch and her feet stepped softly towards the front door of your apartment. She paused when Amanda let out another shriek that morphed into a muffled, pained groan.

In the dull phone flashlight, Amanda’s head began to turn, peeking over her shoulder at Sonny. Sonny backed up towards Rafael more, shivering as the two men touched. Sonny’s hand grabbed Rafael’s wrist tightly. “Amanda?” The voice was crackly and harsh, like Amanda had spent her last thirty years smoking two packs a day straight. Her teeth snapped together and her tongue swiped over her lips. She let out a giggle. “Amanda’s not here to play, Dominick.”

#law and order svu #law and order fanfiction #law & order svu #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba drabble #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fic #rafael barba fanfiction #spooky ooky #was supposed to be for Halloween lolol

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beefromanoff · 10 months

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Going Under Ch. 10

summary: afterparty at Tony's penthouse, too much champagne, and karaoke

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: side to side - ariana grande; one last time - Ariana grande, electric love - borns

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: i agonized over this, i hope you like! it was time for a little progression in the relationship ;)

chapter list/links - xo

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The black SUV pulled up to Stark Tower, the iconic skyscraper extending into the clouds above them. Bucky slid out the side door first, making his way around to Gianna’s side, always closest to the entrance. Opening the door, Bucky glanced around out of habit, even though this tower had more security than any other building in New York.

Sliding across the leather seat and dropping onto the ground, Gianna smiled up at Bucky. She’d changed into a faded blue sweatshirt with Yankees printed across the front, one of the only good things to come out of her last PR relationship. Her white cotton sweats cuffed at the ankles, just above the white sneakers she was most often seen in. She’d insisted that Bucky change clothes too, even after his insistence that everyone (except Tony) would be wearing sweats.

“Trust me,” he’d said. “They have to wear double-layered, bulletproof suits for every training session and mission. If there’s ever a chance to wear something baggy and soft, every single one of ‘em is gonna take it. Especially knowing how these ‘game nights’ usually end up.”

“Which is how?” She’d raised an eyebrow at him.

He glanced at her, a light smirk playing across his lips.

“Violently.”

As usual, Gianna’s combination of wide-eyed begging and sheer persistence had won. Bucky wore a gray hoodie and dark sweatpants, which she found made him look unreasonably adorable. She swallowed and forced her eyes up, averting them from the way the sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders.

The building's grand entrance greeted them, sleek and modern, as they made their way inside. The air was alive with a constant hum, a subtle indication of the technology in every facet of the building.

Entering the elevator, the doors slid shut. Gianna leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.

“I’m about to go hang out with the Avengers.” She breathed, eyes fixed on the floor. Bucky wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him, or simply trying to process the information.

“The novelty wears off after one or two game nights.”

Gianna gave Bucky a side-eye, as if he were dashing her fantasies about the evening to come.

He held his hands up in mock apology. “I’m just saying, once you have a barstool thrown at your head because you beat the Hulk in flip cup, you start to think twice about attending these things.”

Gianna laughed, but before she could respond, the door slid open with a whoosh.

As they stepped into the softly lit penthouse, Bucky’s senses filled with familiarity. The soft thump of music playing, the chorus of voices bickering, the click of glasses across Tony’s incredibly expensive bartop.

“Oh hey, Sonny and Cher, glad you could make it.” Tony called from behind the bar, shaking up a martini for himself and Natasha, sitting cross legged on the bar.

All the faces in the room turned to watch the duo stride over to the bar.

“Gi *hic* anna!” Wanda slurred, throwing an arm around the singer. “You caaaaaaame!” She sang, throwing her head back in the air. Gianna laughed, looking up at Bucky, who had a smug look on his face.

“Of course, I’m not gonna miss a chance to kick some Avenger ass in beer pong.” Gianna winked at Bucky, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her as he plopped down on the couch across from Sam and Steve.

“Woah there Britney, I don’t know what you heard about us, but we don’t drink that honky bullshit up here. It’s champagne pong or bust. Considering this is some of Italy’s finest, you’re not gonna wanna bust.” Tony quipped, pulling two ornate bottles of champagne from behind the bar.

Natasha took a sip of her martini then grabbed both bottles by the neck.

“Want to help me do the honors?” She said coyly, holding a bottle out to Gianna as she walked past.

Gianna took the bottle and turned to follow the redhead, wondering how she was somehow hotter in person than the action figures made her out to be. They walked through massive glass doors onto an expanse balcony, overlooking the New York skyline.

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t start without me!” Peter called, tumbling out onto the balcony, barely keeping the liquid in his red solo cup. He fumbled with his phone, struggling to pull up the camera. “Ned is never gonna believe me when I tell him I got drunk with Gianna Cruz.”

Pew!

A small beam of light flashed and sent Peter’s phone, or at least what remained of it, soaring off the balcony.

“Definitely not, especially since you have no way to prove it.” Tony called, stepping outside. He still wore his expensive suit, but the collar and tie were loosened. His right arm had red armor around it, slightly smoking from the beam.

“Aw, come on!” Peter whined.

“Sorry kid, I’ve got enough people questioning my ethics around minors, I don’t need to confirm the rumors by proving I let them get drunk in my home.”

The rest of the crew gathered on the patio, the cool night air making Gianna glad she’d chosen sweats. Bucky and Steve rounded out the group, leaning against the door frame to watch.

“Ready?” Natasha’s eyes twinkled.

“After you.” Gianna replied, positioning her hand on the cork.

They both twisted and applied pressure with their thumbs to the cork, and a pop was heard from each as the golden liquid spewed into the air. Both women squealed, spraying a champagne arc across the sky.

“Woooooo!” Wanda cheered, as the rest of the crew clapped and hollered, largely already intoxicated.

“Alright freaks and geeks, pair up.” Tony called, waltzing back into the penthouse. “No fuck buddy partnerships allowed.” He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Bucky and Gianna. “I’m talking to you too, Rogers. Don’t even look at Natasha.”

Gianna’s eyes widened, first at the unexpected comment from Tony and second at the insinuation that Captain America and Black Widow were an item. Bucky just grinned, unphased by the chaos.

“Alright, then, we’ll team up and kick both your super soldier asses.” Natasha slipped her arm through Gianna’s and tugged her to one side of the long wooden table.

“You’re on.” Steve winked. Bucky sighed and slowly took his side across the table.

“Mmkay, round one, the geriatrics of the group versus the eye candy. Seems a little creepy if you ask me.” Tony snarked, downing the rest of his martini.

Twenty minutes later, Gianna’s head was spinning from a combination of sweet, bubbly champagne and nonstop laughing. They’d won, Natasha carrying their team with shocking precision. Steve and Bucky had put up a good fight, once they figured out how to dial back their strength and not send the orange ping pong balls flying.

“Say hello,” Natasha called to the room at large. “To your newest champagne pong champions.” She put her arm around Gianna’s shoulders and raised a half full champagne bottle into the air.

Cups and glasses around the room went up and Natasha took a swig straight from the bottle, then passed it to Gianna. She took a big gulp and scrunched her nose as the bubbles made her eyes water.

“Careful there, champ.” Bucky patted her on the back, chuckling at her reaction.

“Howss’ your ass feel?” Gianna slurred, grinning back at him.

“Feels fine. Wanna see for yourself?” Bucky joked, emboldened by the fact that she (and everyone else in the room besides himself and Steve) was clearly drunk.

She paused for a second, narrowing her eyes at him. Then, to Bucky’s surprise, she reached back and grabbed a handful of his ass through his sweatpants.

“Mm’yeah. Feels fine to me.” She winked as she waltzed over and plopped down in a space way too small between Wanda and Peter.

“If you need to get a room, Barnes, I’ve got about twenty. On this floor.” Tony’s voice called out.

Bucky rolled his eyes, still reeling from her touch.

“JARVIS, turn on the karaoke machine.”

A long screen slid down from the ceiling and neon lights illuminated the room. Tony opened a drawer and pulled out two microphones, tossing one to Gianna. “We didn’t have time to get them bedazzled, but I hope these’ll still work.”

Peter snatched the microphone out of the air and handed it to her, knowing her reaction time probably wasn’t at it’s best.

“Ugh, you must not’ve read my rider,” Gianna called. “I can’t perform under these conditions.” She put her hand over her forehead and pretended to faint, falling over onto Wanda, who giggled profusely.

“And here I was thinking you weren’t a diva,” Sam shrugged, standing. “I’ll kick us off.”

Sam performed a loud, emphatically off-key version of Call Me Maybe, to which everyone danced along to. Well, almost everyone. Steve and Bucky had camped out at the barstools behind the couch, watching their intoxicated friends jump around.

“You think we’re missing out on anything?” Steve asked his friend, sipping on a glass of whiskey he knew wouldn’t affect him.

“Something tells me we’ll be glad to have missed out in the morning.” Bucky raised an eyebrow, wondering if he should cut Gianna off and get her back to the hotel before it got too late. Seeing her laugh and dance, hand in hand with Wanda and twirling beside Nat, he decided to let her have a little more fun. He’d been with her for almost three months and hadn’t seen her socialize with anyone besides their tour crew the entire time. She deserves one night.

As if reading his thoughts, Steve spoke up. “Tony’s got a new IV pack, basically cures a hangover instantly. Hasn’t hit the market yet, but Nat swears by it.”

Bucky nodded, relieved he wouldn’t have to watch her try to pull off a three hour show at deafening volumes while battling a hangover.

“Bucky, Bucky!” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked over to the screen.

Gianna was standing on top of the coffee table, a champagne bottle in one hand and the microphone in her other.

“You watching?” She crooned into the microphone.

He grinned. “Always.”

“Good.” She turned, spinning in her socks on the glass tabletop.

“Ladees and gent’man.” She pointed at the crowd surrounding the coffee table. Natasha, Wanda, Peter, and Sam were standing in front of her, forming the world’s smallest mosh pit. Tony sat back in the recliner next to them.

“I’d like to dedicate thissong…” Her glassy gaze flicked up to Bucky. “To Mr. Sergeant James Buch’n Barnes. Also known as Bucky. Also known as the hottest assassin I ever woke up next to.”

The girls cheered and Sam clapped as the music began to play.

Gianna’s voice filled the air for the second time that night, beautiful, but singing a song Bucky didn’t recognize. Something he’d heard before but couldn’t place. Something about walking side to side?

As Gianna sang, she hopped off the table and waltzed towards the bar where the two super soldiers sat. She donned the bedroom eyes she typically reserved for the stage. Although they looked significantly glassier than usual this time, Bucky still felt his chest tighten.

She didn’t break eye contact with him as she sidled between Bucky’s legs, singing directly in front of him. Her arm reached out over his shoulder and set the champagne bottle down on the bar. He could tell it was empty by the light clink it made when she set it down. Gianna’s hand trailed down over Bucky’s shoulder, down his chest, and across the top of his thigh to his knee.

She spun around and bent at the hip, keeping her knees locked. Bucky had seen her do this move onstage hundreds of times, but seeing her do it mere inches from his body, feeling her bend over directly in front of where he was sitting…

He sucked in a sharp breath. The cheers and hollering of the rest of the crew sounded like it was coming from another room, his heart was pounding so loudly. Just as he was beginning to wonder if he should have worn looser pants, she began to prance back towards the coffee table.

She sat on the edge and leaned back onto her elbows, not missing a word as she slid down onto her back. Tony, seated closest to her, raised his eyebrow at Bucky as Gianna arched her back and slowly sat up.

As she finished the song, the team applauded drunkenly.

“Well, I guess now we know Buck’s packin’ more than just the arm.” Tony said.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember that their charade was just that, and he’d be going back to his own hotel room tonight, alone.

The intimate party at Stark Tower was officially in full swing, just how he remembered nights like this. The air was full of cigar smoke from Tony lighting up inside, something he only ever did when he was drunk, and then would always proceed to swear at everyone else the next morning because he had to reupholster the furniture due to the smell. Peter had passed out, his torso half slid off of the couch and onto the floor. Sam had resumed karaoke and was putting on a private concert for Wanda, still jumping and dancing by the screen. Natasha had slipped behind the bar and was showing off her master mixologist skills, flipping bottles to entertain a wide-eyed Gianna.

Ever the life of the party, Bucky wasn’t surprised at how easily she blended with the group, her laughter echoing throughout the room. She was witty enough to keep up with Tony but sweet enough to earn Steve’s silent approval, and whatever nerves she’d had before the night began were impossible to detect now. As he leaned forward on the bar, Bucky watched her clap for Natasha who curtsied as they both descended into fits of giggles.

He’d missed these nights. As much as they gave him shit for being the quiet one or for being grouchy, he really loved being with the whole group. The family of misfits brought together by whatever shitty circumstances they’d each endured in their private life. Tony’s gatherings were their time together outside of missions, away from gunfire and comm systems and debriefs. It was the most normalcy Bucky had felt in nearly one hundred years, and it was easily the one thing he missed most while being away on tour.

Before he’d taken this assignment, he’d have spent the party playing a few games, and then retreating to a corner chair to observe the rest of the night. Once everyone else started getting too drunk, he’d recuse himself and watch their fun unfold before eventually retreating to his room. It wasn’t that he minded them getting drunk, it was that watching them reminded him how he couldn’t, and that was enough to kill the buzz he only ever hoped to get.

But now, he had no desire to get drunk. Watching the strawberry blonde curls fall all over the counter as Gianna fell onto it in a fit of laughter, seeing her green eyes crinkle from smiling so long, watching the way she still had perfect rhythm even as she was too drunk to speak clearly, he didn’t want to be anywhere but here.

Ever the vigilant protector, he kept a watchful eye on her, letting her have fun but occasionally reaching out to steady her when she spun too fast and lost her balance.

“Okay, okay,” Bucky sighed, reaching out his metal arm and steadying Gianna for the third time in a matter of minutes. “Maybe it’s time for a seat, huh?” He kept his hand on the small of her back as he raised his eyebrows at her.

Gianna giggled, still unsteady even when she stopped dancing. Her eyes flicked to his, then down to his lips and back again. “Okay.”

Before he could process what was happening, Gianna had slid onto his lap and leaned her back into his chest. His hand was held awkwardly out to the side, hovering above her waist. Momentarily frozen, he looked up and made eye contact with Steve, who gave him a thumbs’ up.

Gently, he lowered his hand so it rested on Gianna’s hip.

She turned her head so she was looking up at him from her position, leaning back into his body. “You told me to have a seat.” She blinked, those damn doe eyes paralyzing him again.

“You got me there, doll.”

For a moment, Bucky lost his bearings. He could feel nothing but the pressure of Gianna’s body on his, her laughter reverberating through his chest as she was pressed so close. She had fully leaned into him, completely relaxed and at ease. He could smell the mixture of hairspray, perfume, and champagne in her hair.

Falling into a fit of giggles over something Sam said, Gianna bent forward, nearly sliding off of his lap. Instinctively, Bucky wrapped his arm fully around her waist to pull her back up. The sudden movement caught Gianna’s attention and she turned her gaze fully to Bucky.

She was seated sideways on his lap, her right shoulder against his chest. Their eyes locked, faces only inches apart. Neither of them breathed. Gianna’s heavy-lidded, drunken eyes drifted down his face. They came to rest on Bucky’s lips, slightly parted as he held his breath, watching her every move.

Without breaking her gaze, Gianna’s right arm slid up and over Bucky’s head so it rested on the back of the chair behind him. Her hand delicately rested on the back of his neck. He hoped she couldn’t feel his skin ignite under her touch.

Bucky’s ears rang as all the noise of the penthouse faded to a dull and distant sound. All he heard was his heartbeat, pounding in his ears, complimented by the staccato beat of hers only inches from him.

The next few moments were a blur.

A soft hand tenderly tugging his head forward.

Green eyes covered by glittery eyelids fluttering shut.

Pink, pouty lips coming towards his.

An explosion of emotions in his stomach.

Gianna’s lips pressed to Bucky’s, so gently he wasn’t sure if she’d even realized what she was doing. After lingering for a moment, she suddenly tilted her head and leaned into the kiss, fully committing. Bucky drew in a deep breath, lifting his hand from her waist to her cheek, using the other to brace her back and pull her closer.

She tasted like champagne and strawberry lipgloss.

Gianna POV

“And get this, then she handed me a receipt for my bird costume!” Sam exclaimed, gesturing emphatically.

I burst out laughing, doubling over from where I was perched on Bucky’s lap. I felt amazing. The champagne had filled me with an unfamiliar warmth, making my head fuzzy in the best way. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Everything was funny. Everything was perfect. I let myself topple forward with the force of my laughter, all regard for my body having disappeared after the last glass.

As I slid forward, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, rock solid against me.

Bucky drew me back up as if I was weightless.

The way his ripcord muscle had jolted into my rubs momentarily knocked the breath out of me, a sobering feeling that only slightly cut through my buzz. Startled, I looked at Bucky.

God, he’s pretty.

His blue eyes were turned, brows knit together in concern. He looked concerned more often than not when he looked at me. I hope that’s a good thing. His hair was tucked behind his ears, and I was close enough to see the dark shadow of stubble growing along his jawline.

I had a sudden image of the way that jawline looked in the morning, cushioned by an overstuffed hotel room pillow, and my breath caught. I tried to drag myself back into this moment, this night in the penthouse suite at Tony Stark’s tower, but I was powerless against my own mind.

Suddenly, I was lying in that bed again, feeling his arms around me as his comforting presence lulled me to sleep. I was standing in my dressing room, feeling his hands slid my zipper down my back. I was walking next to him at the boardwalk, seeing him smile for the first time when he won that stupid stuffed animal. I was opening the door to his sheepish smile holding lattes first thing in the morning.

I was sitting on his lap, breathing him in, staring straight into those blue eyes.

I held my breath, afraid the moment would burst like the bottle of champagne on the balcony. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, the sharp jaw, the pouty lips, ugh. My brain felt full of static. I lifted my hand behind his head and lightly touched the back of his neck. Everything about him was so strong, so firm, so sturdy. His hand still gripped my waist.

Don’t even think about it. His lips were slightly parted.

You’re drunk. He smelled so damn good.

Everyone’s watching. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. I’ve wondered for three straight months now.

You’re going to have to deal with this tomorrow. I don’t want him to ever move his hand.

Fuck it.

I leaned in, pulling him towards me, and pressed my lips to his. They were warm, soft, tasted like whiskey. I paused, soaking in the moment I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t daydreamt about on all those long bus rides and flights. The real thing blew those daydreams straight into oblivion. I was hooked.

I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. He responded immediately, parting his lips further and cupping my cheek. I felt his metal hand on the small of my back, something that had become all too familiar. I pressed against him, craving proximity.

I couldn’t have pulled myself away if I had been stone cold sober.

My hand was in his hair, his tongue brushed mine, my heartbeat felt louder than Madison Square Garden. I didn’t care who was watching, I don’t know how long it went on.

All I knew was that I was completely, hopelessly infatuated with James Buchanan Barnes, and there was no way I could go back to pretending like I wasn’t.

Shit.

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