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I NEED part two of that cheating Adam fic
That actually made me cry and I desperately want that asshole to get what he deserves
..but what if Lucifer got to wife? Obviously, our dear ruler of hell seems to still be attached to Lilith, considering the ring he's still wearing, so what do you think will happen if he meets reader?
Omggggg, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And yes Adam shall get what’s coming! And I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! Make sure to take care of your self and have a good day! 💛
“How long.” Part two
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You had spent the five months crying at Emily home. Lilies would show up, your favorite flower. It made your heart ache even more. No matter where you go you couldn’t get far enough away from him.
Sera walked into the guest room you were staying. She looked over you as she thought of her next words. She was sure you would take the job, but would this be better for you? She didn’t know.
“Adam gave the go ahead of princess morningstar’s hotel.” You looked up from under the covers, interested in what she had to say. “We will need someone to overwatch the hotel. No one wants to go and I thought I would ask you.”
You took a breath, but even that felt caged. You were happy Sera gave you this choice of a job. “I’ll do it. Thank you Sera.”
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You packed all the necessary things, and waited for the portal to hell to open. When you did walk through the portal you looked up at the red sky. As if the clouds were full of blood.
You extended your wings and started to take off where you could see the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ stand. You didn’t want to walk and risk anything bad. Sure you can hide your wings, but not your halo.
When you landed in front of the door, you admit you did feel nervous. You knocked on the door and a woman who had blonde hair and pink rosy checks opened the door. “Uhhh Vaggie!” Her voice was light but strong. Very admirable it felt like.
“Yes?!” Another stern female voice called out through the hotel. “There’s a angel at out door.” She looked to be panicking, so you smile I hope it’ll ease her nerves. I heard running before I saw her face. “What do you want Extermination isn’t for another month.”
“I suppose I should explain now. Adam.” Fuck saying his name hurt. “Has given the hotel a go ahead. The head seraphim sent me to overlook it.”
(Your pov)
The blonde grew stars in her eyes. She grabbed my wrist and immediately started to pull me throughout the entire hotel. “I have to give you a quick tour for now unfortunately. But my dad’s on the way and when he gets here I’ll give you a better tour with him.” She showed me the bar, and lounge that was pretty much it until there was a knock on the door.
“Okay that’s my dad everyone!” Everybody started to get in formation it seemed like. I leaned over to the deer who started to walk into the entry way. “Who’s that girls name?”
He smiled wide and me. “Why Charlie my good fellow.” Charlie? As in Charlotte. As in Morningstar. AS IN LUCIFER?! Oh my god. Before I could panic the doors opened and a shorter man gave Charlie a hug.
“Oh Charlie it is so good to see you!” He spoke with a smile as he let her go. He smiled at him and showed case the entrance. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” Confetti flew and conveniently it got all over me. Great. Charlie looked panicked for a second, but I payed no mind and I snapped my fingers, carefully getting rid of all of it.
Lucifer looked to the cat that was purring and walking through his legs. He bent down and had a baby voice. “Oh hey little Kiki.” Cute. He then looked to the two flying lambs. “Razzle n Dazzle. Aweee look how much you haven’t grown. Still fun size.” Can he be talking?
I turned my attention back to the deer who smiled menacingly towards the king of hell. I walked up to him and Lucifer started to check out the place. I placed my hand out to him and smiled. “My names Y/N.” The deer turned his head away from Lucifer and turned his smile to me, though it was less terrifying. “Alastor! Quite a pleasure darling, quiet a pleasure!” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a few friends down here?
“I like your voice.”
“Yes, it’s quite perfect for my rad—“
“WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS THAT?!” I see our king has found the bar. Alastor smile tightened and he teleported through the shadows to where Lucifer was standing. “Just some of the renovations we had done. As a little color don’t you think?”
Lucifer eye brow rise as he asked, “and you are?” I walked over to one of the cookies as Alastor responded. “Alastor, quite a pleasure. You are much shorter than I expected.” I started to choke on the cookie. Bringing attention to me. “I-I’m fine.” I saw Lucifer eyes widen in panic. But he ignored me. For now.
“Is this the bellhop?” He pointed to the deer. “Of course not, I’m the host. You probably heard of me through my radio broadcasts.”
He put his hand to his chin and said “NOPE! I guess that’s why Charlie called in the Hazbin hotel. Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! It was actually my idea.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Well it’s not very clever.”
“Ha! Ha! Fuck. You.”
This is exactly what I needed. Pure entertainment.
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As we started to get our hotel tour, Alastor got held up by some cat, and Charlie got distracted with Vaggie. Giving Lucifer the perfect time to talk to me. “Why are you here? Are these people so dense they can’t tell your an angel?”
I raised my brow, I see why Adam said he was a dick. “If you must know, Heaven gave the go ahead to the hotel just today?” Lucifer eyes widened. “What? How?”
“I believe it was your good friend Adam who gave the order.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.
“And are you one of his exterminator pet?” Asshole. “No I’m his wife. Well actually I don’t know? Am I still his wife?” I started to go off, talking to myself completely blocking out Lucifer. A habit I’ve always had.
“Adam re-married?” Now I seemed to have a bit more of his interest. “Why do you care? Trying to go 3 for 3?” I said sarcastically.
“Would you like me too?” We both stopped walking. My eyes widened and when I slowly turned to look at him I noticed his did as well. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that! Well like not in a like ‘that would never happen way’ but more like ‘it came naturally and unintentionally way.’ And fuck I should stop talking now shouldn’t I—?”
“Yes.” I could feel blood rising to my cheeks, giving me a golden glow. His eyes narrowed to my golden hue cheeks and for a moment I swear his eye had a sparkle, even just a second.
“You bleed gold.” He spoke after a long silence.
“I do.” I am an angel.
“I did too, look at that, we have something in common!” I raised my brow, it was the same tactic he gave his daughter.
“Like how you and your daughter both like girls?” Now it was my turn to see his golden hues.
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Lucifer had decided to stay in the hotel to grow closer to Charlie. During the duration of the last three weeks we had also gotten closer. I had explained to him that Adam and I were no longer together even though I still wore our wedding ring.
It had been three weeks since I had been in heaven. Three weeks since I entered this hotel. I hadn’t thought too much about Adam in my stay here. Though it appeared today was the day I broke tradition.
Me and Adam had spent years on years on years together. I missed his golden eyes, and I missed his stupid humor, and I had missed him. That made his betrayal all the worse. Every-time I missed him, the memory of him and Lilith came. It wasn’t fair to me. Why was I tormented because I was a faithful wife?
I suppose my saddening thought were clear on my face. “What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked, sitting on the bed next to me. We were in his room, he was making ducks while I became self-depressed. “It’s a long story.” He smiled in understanding, “good thing I have an eternity with nothing better to do.”
“You know me and Adam are no longer together.” He nodded his head at the un-new information. “But you don’t know why.” I cleared my throat and began to tell him. “Adam had cheated on me with Lilith for seven years. And he talks about how sinners could never come to heaven, and yet he let her through the gates himself.” I rushed out the words, but as Lucifer’s eyes widened I knew he heard me.
“Lil-Lilith is in heaven?” His voice broke. “Didn’t you know?” The whole reason I never mentioned her was because I had thought he knew all this time.
He shook his head as tears began to form in his eyes. He loved Lilith and he still does. I didn’t doubt for a second he needed comfort.
I wrapped my hand around him and brung him in for a hug. He clung to me and cried. The only word he spoke was ‘why?’. The same question I had asked since the minute I found out.
“DAD?!” Charlie knocked on the door frantically. We immediately situated ourselves and when he opened the door, we look good as usual. “Yes, Charlie?”
She was panting but her words came out clear as day. “The extermination is still on, and it’s happening next week!”
What the actual fuck?!
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We got a meeting set up with Heavens high court the next day. I was surprised they allowed Lucifer through the gates as well. The only rule was people of heaven couldn’t know it was him, so he couldn’t go introducing himself as, ‘hi I’m Lucifer, ruler of hell. Your are?’
We walked behind Vaggie and Charlie as Emily and Saint Peter showed everyone around heaven.
Lucifer looked around all the building and shined a big bright smile my way. It was nice to see that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was so rare too. I was to busy talking with Lucifer I hadn’t even noticed we passed Adam and Lute.
(Third POV)
Adam spat out his drink as he saw Y/N and Lucifer walking smiling at each other. The fuck was HIS wife doing walking that fucking duck-Imp face?
“What the fuck is he doing here?” He asked Lute as if she had all the answers. “I don’t know what they’re doing here sir.”
“It doesn’t even matter, I’m fucking ending this shit now. No way is he getting her.” Adam went to go after them but Lute grabbed ahold of him. “Do you want a fight between first man and the devil in the middle of heaven?!” Adam didn’t even need to think about it the answer was yes.
“Better than waiting for the fucking extermination.” Lute was quick to sush Adam. “What was the extermination one rule?” Adam grounded out like a child. “No one but the exterminators can know about it.” He took a long sip of his drink before speaking up again. “Don’t fucking sush me bitch.”
A light formed behind him, revealing Sera. “You should listen to her more often Adam, maybe then you’d still have your wife.” Sera didn’t know the details only that Adam cheated and Lute tried to stop him. “Fuck Sera you can’t sneak up on a guy like that. Also don’t bring her into this.”
Sera rolled her eyes. “Lucifer set up a meeting for his misguided daughter. I want you to put an end to her silly beliefs.”
Adam shook his head to the taller angel. “No can do, I don’t want Y/N mad at me for the rest of eternity.” Sera glared down at the first man. “You’ll do this unless you want Y/N banished. With Lucifer.”
Rage came across Adam eyes at Sera’s threat, but his mask did a good job in hiding it. “I’ll handle it.” His voice was so cold, even Sera got nervous. She obviously didn’t mean she would actually banish Y/N but it was one of the only ways to get Adam to do his work.
— (Y/N pov) —
I laid on the bed as me and Lucifer walked in our shared room. We had gotten to rooms in the hotel. One for Charlie and Vaggie. The other for me and Lucifer. We wouldn’t be staying the night, so it wasn’t like we were sleeping in the same bed.
“She’s here, Y/N.” Lucifer voice filled the silence. “What should I do?” His voice was soft and his expression was delicate.
“You should go see her.” I may not like the woman but he still does love her. “If you don’t you may regret it.” His eyes drifted away from me and to the window. “Everything is so much different now. I wouldn’t even know where to look.” I couldn’t help him. I didn’t know where she lived. The only reason I knew Adam was with her was because of Lute. Though I swore I wouldn’t sell her out.
“Do you miss it here?” Dumb question, but a reasonable one to ask. “Yeah. I miss seeing the good.” I turned his head to me and looked into his beautiful crimson eyes. “You see it everyday in the mirror.”
I don’t know who leaned in first. I don’t know who kissed who first but I knew we were kissing. And I knew I liked it.
A knock pulled us away from each other I hurried to open the door, thinking Charlie needed something. But my suspicions were wrong as Adam walked past me and into the room. He looked to me and even with his mask on I could see the fury in his eyes. He turned to Lucifer and that when I saw it. My lipstick had smudge on his lips. My eyes widened as Lucifer stood up. Adam gave him one more glance, and I for sure thought he was going to try and kill him, but he didn’t. Instead he gave him a little paper as he turned his body to me and kept his eyes on me the whole time he spoke.
“That’s the address you’ll find Lilith.” Lucifer was about to speak up but Adam cut him off. His voice still calm as ever, but I knew the wrath behind his voice. “You don’t have long until court. I suggest you get a move on while I have a talk with my own wife.”
Lucifer looked to me and I nodded my head. He needed to see Lilith, to at least get closure. He gave one last glance to Adam and walked out the door.
“What do you want?” My voice was shaky even though I tried to harden it. “What do I want?” His voice still calm as he started to walk to me. “I want you back home. I want you back in my bed when I wake up. I want you at my concerts cheering me on again. I want your smile. I want every part of you.” He backed me into the wall and put his hands on my cheek. “And trust me my love. I will have what I want.” I closed my eyes as he rested his head against mine.
“Why are you here. I said I needed time and space.” My voice still in a whisper.
“I gave you six moths, and as for space, you want to hell. Not sure you can get farther than that.” He did have a point, but I still didn’t know how I felt anymore. “I came to tell you, that Sera wants me to end this hotel. At any cost.” The one thing I asked for is what he’s about to end.
“And you’ll just do it no questions asked? Of course.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I tried to move my head out of his hands but they tightened.
“Yes. No questions asked, because it’s your banishment on the line. I will face god himself for you. I would do anything to keep you happy and safe, so if I have to make you hate me while doing so? So be it.” He says sternly making sure to look in my eyes. Good talk for someone who cheated.
“You cheated. You don’t get to act like you care now.” I pushed him away and started to walk to the window looking out it, rather than him. “I do care. More than anything.”
“And while I’ve been away? How many vista have you given Lilith? Or any other girl for that matter?” He couldn’t go one day without getting his dick wet.
“Unless I went to the office, I’ve been at home. Ask Sera.”
“You cheated. YOU CHEATED! How am I supposed to forgive you for that?” Adam slowly shook his head. “And while you’ve been away, how many visits have you given Lucifer?” He had a right to assume considering my lipstick was still smudged, I’ll admit that.
“He treats me good!” He had became someone I could rely on. “I treat you good. Yes I fucked up. Not a day goes by that I don’t hate myself for it. And even if you do forget and forgive, I’ll still hate myself. I promise you, I feel more disgusted than you ever could.” He grabbed my hand and showed me my wedding ring. “But you see that babe? we promised through lows and highs we’d make it through. Together.”
I felt like crying, he had a point. We vowed to be together no matter what. But he was unfaithful, he broke those vows first. I couldn’t forgive that. Ever.
“We’ll talk again. I promise. I’ll see you in court.” He kisses my hand with my ring finger. “I love you.” And he walked out. Leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.
Why did I miss Adam already?
How is Lucifer doing with Lilith?
Me and Lucifer kissed.
How will court go?
Can we win the trial?
Fuck what now?
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HIIIIIIIII! So I will say that the first time writing this it got deleted. Sooo I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed. I had also gotten another request so I may come out with that one before the next and final part, or I may not. I really hope you enjoyed this part as I had a lot of fun writing it.
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Steve was holding his hand while the doctor checked his stitches. It wasn’t really that weird for him to be holding his hand, not since he woke up half-dead in the hospital.
It was a little weird that he was rubbing his thumb against the side of his thumb, though.
And probably a little weird that his other hand was resting on his head, a weight that was comforting and confusing all at once.
“Looks great, Eddie. I’d say by the next visit, we’ll be able to get them out and let these finish healing naturally,” the doctor smiled at him as he pulled his shirt back down.
Steve’s hand squeezed his, and he couldn’t help looking over at the sunshine in the seat next to him.
It had to be pretty obvious how he felt about Steve. He’s lucky none of the kids have caught on and started teasing him yet.
Robin has, but at least she knows to do it privately.
“I’ll have the front desk schedule you for two weeks out. You can grab an appointment card on the way out. Keep them all clean and don’t do any heavy lifting or physical activity quite yet,” the doctor reminded as she pulled off her gloves and threw them in the trash. “You boys have a nice day.”
As she left the room, Steve helped Eddie sit up slowly. He didn’t really need the help anymore, but he’d be an idiot to admit it with how much Steve touched him.
“Two more weeks, Eds! That’s better than what they thought last time,” Steve was so excited for him. His smile was lighting up the room and he looked five seconds away from bouncing on his feet.
“Yeah, it’s great.”
“Aren’t you excited?” Steve’s smile dropped at Eddie’s tone.
“Yeah! Yeah, it’ll be great to have less limits. Might be able to get the guys together for a jam session,” Eddie gave a small smile.
“But…?”
Eddie sighed. “But then you won’t be around anymore, right? Like, other than when we all hang out on movie nights. You only stuck around because no one else could really help me every day. Everyone had work or families that wouldn’t let them out of their sight.”
Steve looked heartbroken, and Eddie couldn’t figure out why.
“Eddie, I’m not gonna leave you just because you don’t technically need me anymore,” Steve shook his head. “We’re- we’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Of course! I mean, I thought so. But I know it could just be that you feel bad and I wouldn’t expect you to stick around because of that.”
Steve grabbed his other hand, his grip tightening on Eddie’s skin almost painfully.
“I wanna stick around for a lot of reasons, Eds.”
Eddie was caught in his gaze, his wide, pleading eyes almost too much.
“Like what?”
“Like because you’re fun to be around. You’re funny and talented and smart. You taught me about Hobbits! Love those guys,” Steve stepped closer. “You’re brave and you care about all of us. You-“ Steve swallowed. “You see me. The real me.”
“What do you mean?” Eddie’s heart was racing as he looked between Steve’s eyes, down to his lips where his tongue had poked out momentarily to wet them.
“You’ve seen me when my parents have come home and made me feel like shit and you just distracted me with singing whatever pop songs are on the radio and helping me cook dinner. You’ve been there when I had a two day long migraine and couldn’t even stand up to go to the bathroom. You made grocery shopping fun! I fucking hate grocery shopping, but you just keep being silly and making me laugh and I had fun.” Steve leaned in so his forehead was touching Eddie’s. “You laugh at my jokes, even when they aren’t that funny. You listen to me when no one else pays attention. You see who I am and you let me be who I am and I don’t feel scared that you’ll run.”
“I’m not running.”
“I know. I love that you aren’t, that you won’t.” Steve closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were watery. “I love you.”
Eddie was certain he was dead. Maybe the last month had all been some coma-induced dream and they finally pulled the plug. Maybe he actually died in the Upside Down and the last month was his final goodbye to everyone in his own head.
He stood up slowly, trying not to push Steve away, but having to guide him away from the table he’d been laying on.
“Where are you going? You’re not leaving, right?”
“Nope. I’m just gonna go freak out for a minute first.”
“Um.”
Eddie smiled, leaned in to kiss Steve’s cheek, and pulled away.
“Give me a minute. This is either the most realistic dream I’ve ever had or the best day of my life.”
Steve snorted, but let him walk to the door and stand outside of it for a moment.
When Eddie came back in, his cheeks were red, but he looked determined.
He pulled Steve into him by his hips, crushed their lips together, and smiled so hard their teeth clacked against each other. It was a little messy for a first kiss, but they could get better.
“You love me? Really?”
“I thought it was obvious,” Steve laughed as they pulled apart.
“I thought I was obvious!”
“Not really. I was convinced I was imaging things! Robin had to explain to me what the hanky code was before I even believed you liked guys!”
They both laughed so hard they cried, forgetting entirely that they were still in the doctor’s examination room.
Someone knocked on the door and they broke apart quickly, trying to stop the laughter for a moment to deal with whoever was at the door.
A nurse poked her head in. “Sorry, don’t wanna rush you, but just wanted to make sure everything was okay? Did you need to see the doctor again?”
“No, no. Sorry. We’re heading out. He just needed a minute,” Steve said quickly, smiling back at her.
She nodded and left, leaving the door open as a silent reminder that they needed to disinfect the room for the next patient.
“Steve.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you, too.”
“You don’t have to say it just-“
“I’m not. I’m saying it because I love you. I see you, remember? There’s a lot there to love.”
Steve turned a bright red, and Eddie decided then he would do just about anything to see that shade on Steve’s cheeks and neck as often as possible.
“Let’s go home,” Steve finally said when he recovered. “Wanna kiss you more.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
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They want to throw him a party whenever he gets released from the hospital.
“You know,” Dustin says with a shrug, “before the world goes tits up, or whatever.”
“Dude!” Steve smacks him across the back of the head, knocking off his hat.
Dustin gapes at him. “What?”
“You can’t just say stuff like that!” His eyes flash over to Wayne, who knows the whole story because Eddie’s been on the good drugs and tells his uncle fucking everything, especially when he’s high. He’s got a raised brow and a half-smile, which is basically a laugh.
Dustin smacks his hat on his knee before putting it back on. “What, I can’t say ‘tits up?’ We’re all adults here.”
“You’re fourteen.”
“Excuse you, I’ll be fifteen in three weeks, you know this.”
“Still not an adult.”
“Oh, bite me.”
“Ladies, please.” Eddie holds up a still-shaking hand to get them to shut up for a second. “You’re both pretty. And as much as I would love any chance to let loose and live young… I’m not too sure now’s the best time for it.”
His hospital room has a window that Wayne keeps the blinds drawn for, no matter what time it is, but Eddie knows what’s on the other side all the same. He sees it in his nightmares plenty. A red, cloudy sky that crackles with lightning, the chokes the light out of the daytime and turns nighttime into one of the seven rings of hell.
Eleven says that Vecna is getting stronger. That it’ll be a while before he’s back up to full fighting strength, but that she thinks he’ll be more powerful than ever when he is. And Will’s been having visions of what he thinks are glimpses into the Upside Down, into the stuff that hasn’t already leaked into Hawkins. Will says they’ve been both unhelpful and just generally bad.
Not to mention that Max is still asleep, and that’s a whole other can of worms that everyone is trying to be optimistic about, but Eddie can see their hope draining by the day.
“That’s exactly why we need something to celebrate,” Dustin says. “Everything sucks right now, and it’s probably gonna keep sucking for a while—”
“Like a while,” Steve chimes in.
“—so we should take every chance we get to, as you said, let loose and live young. For morale.”
Which is great, and a part of Eddie agrees, but that’s the part from before. Where something like facing off against an alternate-dimension-evil-bad-guy was from out of a board game. Before this was real, where it’s outside and under his skin and those bats stole like, half of his tattoos and his nipple.
He nearly died, and all of them still could.
“I’m just not sure it’s the best time,” Eddie says.
Dustin rolls his eyes. “Okay, well when exactly—”
It’s Steve’s hand on his shoulder than cuts him off and a shake of his head that has Dustin slumping back in his seat. Eddie hates to see the kid put down like this, hates that he was the one to do it, but when he tries to say something to apologize, anything, the words get stuck.
Then it’s Wayne’s hand on Eddie’s arm and his uncle’s eyes are familiar and gentle. For someone who everyone thinks is such a gruff guy, Eddie’s always though it was obvious how much of a wuss Wayne is. Or, maybe wuss isn’t the best word. What do you call someone who’s lived through what he has and come out kinder for it?
Wayne gives him a squeeze and says, “Dustin, I need some fresh air but my knee’s been acting up with all this…not-rain. I hate to ask, but do you think—”
The kid practically jumps to his feet. “Oh, sure, Mr. Munson, I’d be happy to help out! Y’know, my granny says that I have an intuitive touch for the older generations.”
“Well, I think that’s just what I need. What else does your granny say about you?”
“Oh man, where do I even start? There was this one time, in first grade—”
Then they’re both out the door, shutting it behind them, and Eddie lets his head fall back with a sigh. “Jesus Christ, that kid.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, moving to sit in Wayne’s now-empty chair. “My mom would say that he grows on you like a fungus, but he’s just trying to help.”
“Yeah, I know.” Eddie can’t look at him, so he looks at the ceiling instead, at those corkboard-y panels that seem to always have stains on them. Anywhere else you go, those stains would usually just be water from leaky pipes or rain, but here they’re all sorts of different things. Water, blood, vomit, medicine. Whatever’s managed to get high enough.
(There’s a weed joke in there somewhere, Eddie thinks, but he doesn’t have the will to make it. How sad is that)?
“It’s weird, though,” Steve says, and Eddie feels him lean forward. Feels the heat of him on his arm, crawling up his neck. “Eddie Munson, dodging the spotlight. Never thought I’d live to see the day.”
“Well, here it is.” It comes out a little bitter. “Thought it was time for a change of pace.”
“I don’t know. I kind of liked the old pace.”
When Eddie looks over, Steve’s already looking back. He’s smiling, just a small one, like he’s teasing him. Because he does that now. Teases Eddie like they’re real friends, makes him feel like he’s going insane, like maybe he actually did die back in the Upside Down and everything that’s happened after has just been some crazy, fucked up version of the afterlife.
Except, Steve saved him. He doesn’t remember who told him, but someone must have, because the first day Eddie woke up (or really, the first day he remembers) that had been his first full thought.
Harrington gave me the goddamn kiss of life.
Followed immediately by:
He’s gonna lord this over me forever.
But Steve hasn’t even mentioned it. Eddie has some vague sort-of memory of one of them saying it probably tasted gross, but beyond that it just hasn’t come up, and it’s leaving him feeling kind of off balance. Like he’s forgotten the chords to his favorite song. His fingers are hovering over the strings, ready to play, but he doesn’t know what kind of sound is going to come out.
It was easy when they were both in school. Jock Harrington and Freak Munson, two opposite ends of the spectrum, never to collide past some classic teenage bullying and the occasional drug deal.
Now, they’re Steve and Eddie. Harrington and Munson, the savior and the saved. Two maybe-friends who apparently swapped spit, but in a totally I-had-to-do-it kind of way and the worst part is that Eddie doesn’t remember a single second of it.
He wonders, if he were to start flatlining, if Steve would do it again.
(But of course he wouldn’t. There are doctors and nurses around for that now, because that’s the only reason he did it in the first place, right? He was the only one who could, and Eddie’s grateful, but maybe also a little bit…ashamed? Stupid, for sure. He knows that it was last resort only, that he wouldn’t even think about doing it again unless he really had to, but here Eddie is, praying he might anyway).
“You just want an excuse to get drunk,” Eddie tells him, because he has to say something. Steve is looking at him like that, and he has to say something.
But then Steve’s smile goes a little wider, almost cocky, and he says, “Munson, I don’t need an excuse to get drunk, thank you very much.” Then, quieter, “Although, I’ve gotta admit, it’d be nice to get drunk because someone’s alive for a change.”
Eddie shouldn’t get it, but he does. He realizes it like a slap to the face, a big ohhhhhh. Steve Harrington, of the big house and the new money and the nice car, gets drunk for the same reason Eddie Munson gets high: to forget. The people they’ve let down, the ones who’ve left, to the ones who keep leaving. To the fact that maybe it’s never gonna get better and their entire lives are gonna be a big ol’ circle of finding and losing and regretting.
Finding people, losing them, regretting all the rest.
Steve is sitting next to him, staring at Eddie like he’s someone else, someone better, and Eddie thinks that he wants to break the cycle.
So, he groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine. Damn it, alright. We can have your little party.”
“Not my party.” Steve’s close to beaming, smug.
“Dustin’s party then.” Eddie bites his lip so he doesn’t laugh at how stupid this is. “He’s got big shoes to fill, though, I want a party that’s gonna put all of King Steve’s ragers to shame. I never got to actually have fun at one, y’know. Always too busy handing out the party favors.”
Steve snorts. “I’ll make sure it’s nothing but the best for you. Want me to roll out the red carpet, too?”
“Like it’s the goddamn Oscars.”
“I’ll get right on it.”
And then he winks, and Eddie realizes just how close they are. Steve’s leaning on the bed, their arms brushing, their faces close enough that Eddie could count every single one of Steve’s moles, pick out every individual shade of brown in his eyes and the smell of his body wash. The way his lips are parted and curved and Eddie has never wished more desperately that he remembered what they felt like. The taste of him, the amount of pressure and give, if he would bite and lick better.
It's a dangerous fantasy.
But Steve is looking at him like it’s real.
Before he can say anything, do anything, Steve leans back and says, “Once you’re out, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”
And Eddie, hopelessly fucked, can only say, “Can’t wait.”
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Haunted (Part II) || SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY
PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader
MINI SERIES SYNOPSIS: It was hard trying to move past Simon's death, but it’s even harder when the third anniversary is looming and the nightmares are back.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: A rough night and late start to your morning, nearly makes you late for an important appointment... lucky for you, a close friend steps in.
WARNINGS: angst, language
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
With a racing heart and sweaty skin, your body jerks awake like it had just been brought back to life. A pounding headache settles itself around your head, making it impossible to pinpoint exactly where the pain is coming from. Your eyes are wide open, trying to process the morning glow of the sun through the window, but it only adds to the throbbing sensation in your head, and your vision is fuzzy. When you use the back of your hand to wipe your eyes, it’s then that you realize you’d been crying in your sleep, the tears responsible for your morning blindness. Those damn nightmares. They’d come back to wrap its noose around your neck a final time and kill you at last. You were no stranger to them, but considering that it’d been over a year since the last one, it was pretty fucking irritating to have to deal with them again. The four-legged and furry beast in your bed perked his head up, recognizing your sudden distress. He moves his body closer to yours, laying his head down on a pillow by your side and offering his support; he’s done this before. Thank God for dogs.
“It’s okay, Riley,” you say reassuringly and give him a pet on the head. The German Shepherd closes his eyes in comfort. “It was just a nightmare.”
The buzzing of your phone captures your attention and you debate ignoring it; but by now you’re far too awake and the sun is too bright to even consider falling back asleep; besides, going back to sleep while images from the nightmares were burned into your eyelids would have just been self-torture.
MACTAVISH: You better be awake, I’ll be there in 30.
You sit up quickly, trying to gather your thoughts and get your days together.
Shit. It was Tuesday. Anxiety settles within your body, making you suddenly feel nauseous. Great.
While you hurry through your routine, it’s quiet, except for the light snores that come from Riley’s nose as he stretches across the bed. Must be nice, you thought, to be a dog and free of troubles. By now you were used to the lack of sound, the way that your own voice bounced off the walls and carried a small echo; but the little noises that came from Riley were the only indication that you weren’t alone. Thirty minutes goes by fast, and you’re skipping half your makeup process and squeezing into your jeans and sliding into your shoes. A heavy pounding on your front door nearly sends you tripping over your feet, scaring you as Riley jumps off the bed and hurries down to see the noise. He growls as he approaches the door, but waits patiently for you to open the door so he can assess the threat. As you look out the peephole and see a certain man with a mohawk, you roll your eyes.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you curse as you open the door and let him in.
“Next time, maybe you could, y’know, refrain from beating down my door like you’re a damn cop.”
Riley, who immediately recognized Soap, wagged his tail excitedly and approached the man, who dropped to the floor and played with him. Soap chuckled, “Well if you would remember to wake up on time, I wouldn’t have to.”
You rolled your eyes. With a fast-beating heart rate, you wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans. “Do you want a coffee? Or tea or something?” You offer, walking toward the kitchen.
Soap raises an eyebrow. “Is it made already?”
“Well… no, but–”
He shakes his head quickly, “No thank you then, we don’t have time.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll just take a second.” You start to pour water into the machine, and get mugs out of your pantry, until you see the unimpressed look on his face.
“I know what you’re stalling, and it won’t work this time,” Soap grabs your purse off the hook and slings it over his shoulder before opening the door for you. “It’s time to go. We’re going to be late.”
Sighing, you drag your feet along the ground and trudge over to Soap. He locks the door behind you, and you climb into his truck without another word.
Even as you’re midway through the car ride, he still hasn’t bothered to turn on the radio, or make conversation. He’s focused on the road, surprisingly, and his jaw is clenched. Quiet Soap was… nerve wracking to say the least.
He groans, muttering curses when you’re stuck behind a long line of cars on the freeway and notices the time. “Fuck. I knew we should’ve left earlier.”
When he glances at you, you could practically feel him blame you. It doesn’t leave a pleasant feeling in your stomach, either. That, combined with your morning anxiety is enough to make you want to cry. Instead, you offer a meek apology, “Sorry…”
Soap glances at you again, but this time his gaze softens. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve picked you up earlier.”
“Yeah, but if I would have just listened to Price when he said to go to the auto shop, my car wouldn’t be sitting in my garage with a dead battery and God knows what else is wrong with it.”
With a chuckle, Soap nods his head, agreeing with you. You’d always had a problem with listening to people, much less to those who obviously knew what they were talking about—like Price with the car, and Simon with the lightbulb all those years ago—and it always seemed to bite you back in the ass. By now you should’ve learned your lesson, but Soap figured that it would be a long time before you learned anything.
Traffic moves slowly as cars sit bumper to bumper, and Soap is visibly annoyed with it. You, however, are not complaining. Maybe if traffic takes long enough, your appointment will get canceled and there would be nothing to do about it except to reschedule; then when the new date comes around, maybe you’d “accidentally” sleep in or forget about it altogether. That was wishful thinking, though. If Soap could help it, he’d drag you there himself, the way that he was practically doing now.
“So,” you cringe at your pathetic attempt to break the silence in the air and try to ease Soap’s mood. “You still seeing the vet from the animal shelter?”
He shakes his head and sighs, “Nah. We were on-and-off again too much. She hated how much time I spent away, and worried all the time. The split was mutual though, we’re on good terms.”
“Oh,” your heart sinks. “I’m sorry. She was nice.”
“It is what it is, y’know?” He shrugs, shaking it off. Soap could brush it off as much as he’d like, but you could see it in his eyes that this one hurt. “Men like us don’t get the happy ending.”
With a sympathetic smile, you let out a small sigh.
Men like us don’t get the happy ending.
You thought about the vet he’d dated casually throughout the years and wondered if this had been the longest time he’d been connected to someone–despite the on-and-off circumstances. Was she heartbroken? Did she miss him as much as he seemed to miss her? Maybe Soap had been her first relationship in a long time. Maybe it hurt her to let him go, but knew it was better for her own well-being. The more you thought about her, the more you realized that the women don’t get a happy ending either.
Soap parked the car of the business center downtown, where all the shiny buildings sat together in a cluster and the people who walked the streets had outfits that looked like they were worth more than your whole life.
“Well, we made it in time,” he says, turning off the engine. “We should head in now.”
The everlasting anxiety still simmered in your blood as you clutched your knee nervously. “I don’t…”
He sighed, grabbing your clammy hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know you don’t feel good, and I know you don’t want to, but you have to, okay?”
“I just… I don’t think she likes me, can’t we just find a different one?”
“A different therapist who’s as good as this one?” He raised a brow, and immediately shook his head when he saw your mouth open to answer what was so obviously a rhetorical question. “No, sorry darling. I don’t take recommendations lightly, especially if it concerns you,” he nudges you out of the car, and you do as told. Your legs shake beneath you and the world spins, and as much as you’ll never admit it, you know that Soap is right. “Besides, Gaz says this one works wonders. It's only the third appointment, so you just gotta give it time to work.”
As you take a deep breath and shut the car door, your neck strains as you stare up at the daunting building ahead. It’s tall, giving skyscrapers a run for their money and full of shining windows that reflect the sun brightly.
You already know your way to the elevator, practically able to get there with your eyes closed, and press the button to the floor number that will get you to your therapist.
“Ready?” Soap asks as the door slides shut. He notices the little tremble in your body as the elevator dings with each passing floor.
What was there to worry about? You thought, trying to rid the uneasiness in your bones. It’s only the third appointment, When the elevator lit up and opened its doors on your floor, you looked at Soap for a little encouragement. You returned the small smile he gave, taking a deep breath before letting it out, “Ready.”
—
Dr. Fernández scribbles down notes in your file, and watches from the corner of her eye as you absentmindedly bounce your leg. The click of the giant grandfather clock ticks loudly in your ears, despite the fact that it sits on the opposite side of the room. Every now and again she glances back up at you with the same blank face that irritated the fuck out of you. At least if she gave you a look of disgust, you’d know where you stood with her. But the truth is, you’re too tired to care today, not after being unable to sleep.
You’re lost in a crowd of people, alone, frantically searching for him as they busily bump your shoulders, pushing past you. You yell his name, crying out for help, but no matter how loudly you scream, no sound comes out. Running doesn’t help, your feet only move in slow motion, practically keeping you in place. Your eyes catch sight of a tall man dressed in black gear, and you reach out, grabbing his arm. Finally, your heart beat slows to a normal pace, recognizing the familiar patches on the sides of his vest. When he turns, you feel safe, and desperate for a hug. But the mask on his face is bloody and torn. He approaches you closer and closer, until he towers over your frame and you can see his eyes rolled to the back of his head, lifeless and a sickly shade of gray. When he reaches to take his mask off, you take steps back.
No… no, no, no…
You can’t seem to move fast enough, pushing your way through the crowd and away from him. Right when you think you lost him, you run right into him again like suddenly he’s teleported right in front of you.
Suddenly, everyone around you is identical to him—tall, menacing clones whose intimidating size could crush you in an instant. They all surround you, reaching for their mask, and the blood drips like a faucet from their faces onto their clothes, and pools at your feet. You swear you can see real bone and tattered flesh as they begin to slide the mask off their skin, but you’re not sure and you really don’t want to find out. Squeezing your eyes closed before you can even see a glimpse of the final, grisly image, you fall to your knees, crying and hopeless as the circle of clones closes in on you. Your dream-self is aware of the chaotic nightmare going and you can feel the tears coat your cheeks in real-time. Part of you actually feels like you can feel his arm snake around your waist, the way he did when you had a bad dream.
That’s what made you jerk awake. His embrace had felt so real, you’d forgotten for a moment that he hadn’t really been there in bed with you…
Sitting across from your therapist for the third time this month, you wait for a response from her. You look down, averting her gaze, tapping your feet together. This, of course, was one of the things you hated about her. She’d practically forced you to cough up what had been eating away at you for the last month, and yet here she sat — cold and silent. She catches your attention by handing you a box of tissues. Tears had dripped down your face and onto your clothes. It would have been embarrassing, but you were way past that point now.
“They didn’t even let me see him.” You say, remembering that heart-wrenching day they’d flown his body overseas. He was already in a casket, and you’d wanted so badly to see him one last time. You still remember the shatter of your heart when they said you couldn’t. “It would traumatize me, they said. But what good did that do?”
Dr. Fernández was quiet as you spoke, occasionally nodding, letting you know that she was listening. Sometimes that’s all she did–let you talk. But having to relive the most horrific experience in your life just so some expert with a degree could tell you to move on like you already hadn’t worked on that just seemed like a sick game.
“I cruelly kept thinking about what had happened to him since I couldn’t say goodbye… I kept wondering if… if he even still had a face…” You explain. It was a gruesome thought, you knew that. Completely sickening. But what other reason did the military have for keeping you from opening that box up? “That was when the nightmares started, I think. I punished myself and now I’m paying for it.”
She crosses her arms, leaning back into her chair, “What do you mean by that? You’re not the one who killed him.”
“N-no, but I might as well have…” It angers you just thinking about it, all the things that should have gone your way. “He was supposed to be done with the military, you know? He had a small mission before he left me for good… he said he’d quit if that’s what I wanted, but I knew better. He got anxious when he was home, and nothing made him feel more useful and proud than when he was fighting with his team…and I didn’t want him to change who he was for me…”
“But?”
“But I should’ve made him quit… I should’ve made sure he knew he was so much more than just a soldier… that he was useful without that stupid fucking mask…”
“You sound angry.” Dr. Fernández notices the way your face scrunches up with rage, the fury fighting behind your eyes like those are the only two things keeping it from spilling out and engulfing the entire world.
“I am angry!” You shout, becoming embarrassed because that hadn't been your intention. “He–”
I promise I won’t leave you alone for long.
“He what?” She asks.
“Nothing…” You sigh exasperatedly. It was no use telling her of the empty promise Simon had left you with. What good would that do? She'd probably just tell you to forgive and move on, just like the old therapist. “ It’s just… it’s been almost three years, and I’m used to being alone, to the quiet. I’ve learned how to deal with it. I don’t sit around crying for him all day, I get up and I go out, I have fun, and I do what I need to do…”
“And?”
You shrug your shoulders, shaking your head, feeling so stupid as the words begin to pour out of you, “And it is what it is, you know? I-I mean, sometimes I just miss him. I miss him in the park where we used to have lunch. I miss him in the grocery stores where he’d get everything off the top shelf for me because that’s where everything was left untouched. Sometimes I miss him so much my stomach hurts, and I cry until I can’t breathe.”
“You haven’t said his name,” she observes. “In all three sessions we’ve had, I haven’t heard Simon leave your mouth not once. It’s always he this, and he that.”
Sitting in silence, you can’t even come up with an excuse for that. It wasn't like you were doing it on purpose. Sometimes it just happened like that, being at a loss for words. You couldn't even remember the last time you talked about him... and the thought made your heart drop to your stomach.
“Look, therapy can't help if you don't work with me here,” her change of tone catches your attention. It's softer, somehow, like she's trying to level with you. "There's a lot of people who care about you and they're just concerned with how the nightmares have affected you over the last few weeks."
Wait a minute...
"How did you know how long I've been having them?" There was only one person you’d told about the nightmares since they started again, and you still hadn't even been honest with Dr. Fernández about it. “I swear to God, if MacTavish–”
Dr. Fernández lets out a dry chuckle and shakes her head. “Despite what you may think, Lieutenant MacTavish has nothing to do with why you’re here, and he’s not the one who told me of your violent nightmares.”
Huh?
“It was Captain Price.”
a/n: YES johnny's a lieutenant now. don’t ask why, or how. time went by, so he climbed the rank lol. also thanks for reading, reblogs are appreciated :))
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Delirium - Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Y/N gets injured on patrol and the pain makes you say things you have always wanted to say (I can do a part two if wanted)
Words: 2k
Warnings: swearing; injury; taking pills (literally painkillers)
Y/N’s POV
“FUCK JESSE!” I cry out, trying to wriggle away, not having much of a pain tolerance, but he lays a strong arm over my waist and puts most of his weight on it to keep me steady. I squeeze my eyes shut in agony and I can’t help leaving half moons in his forearm as he stitches the gaping hole in my side. It’s the least of my pain right now, my ankle is either broken or at least sprained while my leg is very much broken.
Jesse decided he had to stitch up my wound first, or I’d bleed out, which means I still have the pain of him resetting my leg to wait for. I’m in so much pain I’m barely self-conscious about being in just my underwear in front of my best friend. We were on patrol when we got jumped by a hoard of 10-20 runners and clickers, and I got thrown off my horse and, of course, tumbled down the most rocky cliff side in the whole area. It was a close one, but we made it and neither of us got bitten, so that’s great but now I’m here in a cabin we don’t know is safe or not; I’m almost butt naked and slipping in and out of consciousness.
We’re staying put because it’s too dangerous for Jesse to try and get me back in the condition I’m in and we’re pretty sure my horse, Cash, would have bolted straight back to town. They’ll send a search party when Cash returns without either of us in tow, so for now I just have to lie here as Jesse tends to me.
I passed out again because I’m waking with a scream of pain and an echoing snap of my leg. Jesse looks up at me from where he’s now sat on the floor with my leg in his warm grip, an apologetic look in his charcoal eyes. His hands move down my leg to my ankle and I begin begging him not to and that it’ll be okay if we leave it. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and taking a deep breath before speaking quietly, “We’ll do it on three, okay?”
“O-Okay.” I nod, hating to see him so mentally hurt by all this and gripping the sheets under me because this is going to hurt even more. I take a deep breath, “O-one,” then another, “Two.” Then I’m screaming again as Jesse popped the bone back into place.
“I’m sorry.” He leans up between my legs and hugs me as tightly as safely possible without opening the stitches or jostling my leg. I hug him back, crying into his shoulder, feeling that familiar light-headedness again and I know he can sense it too because he’s laying me back down, “Sleep, I’ll be right here, okay?”
I nod, gripping his hand tightly in mine as the pain takes over and I’m passing out again.
The sound of a warning shot has me jolting away as Jesse calls into the hallway from where he’s kneeling by my side and his gun aimed at the door. “Who’s there?”
“It’s us Jesse,” I recognise Ellie’s voice and Jesse just falls back against the bed, gun falling to the floor and face in his arms as his knees are brought to my chest. He’s exhausted and I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but from the look of the sky outside, I think I was out for at least half a day. The sun is still rising.
Ellie appears in the doorway, shadowed by Joel as they take in the scene before them. It looks a lot worse than it is as the duvet cover thrown aside, drenched in blood and the sheets I’m laying on splattered with them too, so are my clothes and Jesse’s hands. He used the last of the water to clean the open wounds on my side and the cuts all over my body.
“Check on him,” Joel’s gruff voice brings me back to the land of the living and it dawns me that I’m in my underwear in front of the man I have fallen in love with but his honey eyes don’t show any signs of anything other than concern. Ellie’s guiding Jesse into another room of the cabin while Joel rummages through his pack, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. “What hurts?”
I open my mouth to speak but even that hurts too much so Joel calls Jesse back in asking Jesse what happened and I just listen as Jesse’s smooth voice flows like velvet around my pain fogged mind, “We got jumped on the way to the lodge, Cash bolted and Y/N got thrown down the… well she got thrown down the cliff-“
“You mean that?!” Ellie’s pointing out the window at the mountain side that has obvious tracks of blood in the snow as Jesse rubs the back of his neck and nods, “How the fuck-“
“Where is she injured?” Joel cuts Ellie off, as if wanting to get me back as soon as possible.
“I’ve cleaned and stitched up the worse wounds but she’s broken her left leg and her ankle was dislocated, I set them both. I think she’s got a couple of broken ribs, but she won’t tell me.”
“Okay. Jesse, go saddle up, take her pack with you and Ellie, help me get her dressed. We want to get back to Jackson before the storm hits or any permanent damage is done.” Joel directs my two best friends and I feel myself on the verge of passing out again, barely feeling Ellie’s familiar hands on me or Joel’s calloused ones. A rough thumb is on my chin, parting my lips so two pills can be placed on my tongue and then there’s a rim of a bottle. I do as I’m told, swallowing the pills before I’m sitting back on the bed, this time dressed.
The painkillers start to kick in, making me a little delirious by the time I’m sitting on Joel’s horse - Callus - with one of his arms around my waist holding me up as the four of us are on the route home. All I can focus on is Joel’s hand pressed against my stomach, grumbling to myself about there being too many layers between my skin and his hands. I’m leaning back into his comforting body, resting my head on his shoulder and giggling as the snow falling tickles my cheeks.
I’m turning my face to look up at Joel’s cold-flushed one, but he doesn’t look at me. Too busy keeping the horse steady as Jesse’s leading the way back with Ellie behind us. I bring a hand up and lightly scratch his salt and pepper beard; the painkillers getting rid of my verbal filter. It seems as I’m suddenly booping him on the nose and mumbling, “You’re cute. I love you.” It seems it was spoken loud enough for Ellie to let out a choked sound behind us.
Joel’s face finally turns down to look at me with an unreadable expression that has me shrinking in my seat, but my hand doesn’t want to stop gently scratching his beard. He just watches me for a second longer, those beautifully hazel eyes softening before he has to look up a Jesse’s calling to the people on watch to open the gates. He keeps a hold of me as we come to a stop, Maria and Tommy greeting us in the courtyard by the gates, helping me down after he’s jumped off.
I cry out in pain, almost falling face first into the snow, having tried jumping down onto my broken-in-two-places left leg because the pain has generally made me so delirious still. Joel scoops me up bridal style and I’m giggling again, sticking my tongue
out at Jesse, who is shaking his head fondly before he and Ellie disappear to take the horsies home. Joel’s talking to Tommy and Maria as we head towards the building that has been turned into a hospital/infirmary kind of place. I’m not listening to what he’s saying, just watching the way his brow creases with worry and his tongue darts out to wet those pretty lips every so often. My hands moving of its own accord again, moving from where I’ve looped them around his neck to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
He stops talking and meets my gaze, conflict in his eyes as we enter the building. Tommy and Maria are talking to Theo - the doctor dude - while Joel sets me down on the bed but I let out a sound of protest, grabbing his large hand. He signs softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me, “Theo needs to check you over, okay? I’ll be right outside talking to Tommy and Maria.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my eyes and I find myself nodding, eyes slipping shut at the feel of his chapped lips pressed to my forehead before he’s getting up and leaving me to get checked over.
I think I definitely passed out again because the next time I surface I’m no longer in the hospital bed but a very soft one that smells like heaven and there’s a firm body pressed against my side. I groan, stretching until I let out pained hiss the stitches registering with me and the body next to me stirring too.
“Easy now,” His voice is sleep filled and deep, the sound going straight south despite the pain I’m which has me blushing because why does this man have such a hold on me. Turning my head to the right I’m met by those hazel eyes that are rimmed golden in the sunlight streaming through the net curtains. He’s right there, noses almost brushing and breath mingling as we just watch each other. I want to move but I can’t, scared to ruin anything between us, but I don’t have to because he’s cautiously moving closer. His hand that was draped over my waist moves to cradle my cheek while he raises to his elbow so he’s hovering over me with eyes searching for some protest from me and finding nothing.
His lips are gentle and hesitant against mine, thumb and finger gripping my chin and guiding my head as I begin to respond to the kiss and my eyes slide shut. I splay my hands on his bare, toned chest and run them over it, mapping every mole and scar that usually lay hidden under his shirt. He lets out a soft groan and it sends sparks through me but I don’t want this to be rushed, especially with the state I’m in so I pull back a little so I whisper against his lips, “You keep making sounds like that and we’ll be reopening those stitches with the way I jump you.”
It sends a chuckle rumbling through his chest under my hands before his lips are on mine, even more delicately and he’s laying back down while pulling me with him as gently as possible. It works somehow, the cast on my leg removing any pain I thought I’d feel but then again I might just be drunk on everything Joel.
His name slips from my lips like a prayer and his rough fingers are running along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I don’t want this to end; I don’t want to wake up from this beautiful dream. We have to separate for air but that doesn’t stop my trailing kisses down his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and hearing how he reacts to every little thing before he’s laying me back down next to him. His chest rising and falling rapidly and those eyes darkened with want as he whispers, “We gotta stop or I won’t be able to.”
“Then don’t.”
“Darling-“
“Joel, you don’t know how long I have wanted this.”
“We have all the time in the world baby girl.”
All the time in the world.
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Mafia Boss!Jason x Writer/Artist!Percy anyone?
“I’m going in a date.”
The amount of water Piper snorted back up into her glass was concerning, especially after sending the girl into a horrible bout of wracking wheezed and coughs.
“Your- your what?” She rasped, letting out another light choke of air.
Jason didn’t look up from his spot in front of the mirror, fixated on tying his tie and combing down the spikes in his blonde hair.
“Frank set me up with this guy he met through Hazel, and she says we’d be really good together.”
Piper snorted, scrubbing the water on her skirt with a dry tissue. “Oh yah? And how’s that gonna go?”
When she caught the look Jason sent her, she sighed and set down the tissue, clasping her hands together and pressing them to her lips.
“Just- do you really thinks a good idea? I mean, the only person you’ve ever dated was me. And that was before I came out as lesbian.”
“Well we had a long-er relationship, didn’t we? I thought it was ok.” Jason sniffed.
Piper gave him a blunt look, “Jay, we were freshmen in high school who only met because my mom shot your dad.”
The blonde opened and closed his mouth, “So-o?”
“Buddy. Babe. Our first date one of your family’s rivals tried to gun us down from the roof of the cinema we were walking to.”
Jason sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, deciding it looked a bit too fancy. “I know, Pipes, I know. But with the pestering Zeus has been laying on, I just would rather go out and try to find love instead of have him select someone for like a treaty or something.”
Piper raised a brow, “Like back in the day marriage to stop rivalry shit?”
“Well-” Jason fumbled for an excuse. “Yah.”
“Afraid he’ll pair you up with someone who can kick ass better than you?”
Jason threw his comb at her.
“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to hit a sensitive nerve.” Piper muttered through horribly hidden chuckles.
“Whatever, Pipes, I’m going. And you can sit here and laugh yourself to death for all I care.”
“Just- be careful, ok Jase? You don’t want to hurt yourself, or worse, get this mysterious blind date killed.” Piper said, “I mean, what is you really liked him? And some other gang found out?”
“I’ll be cautious, and I’ll be really honest with him too- Hazel said that Frank said that this guys pretty chill.”
“But is ‘chill’ enough to come to terms with your family business, that can be pretty sketchy for someone. I mean- my mom’s pretty invested and I was still freaked out by it. I just-“ Piper struggled to think up what to say next.
“This could end really badly with an innocent death, or you dead if you’re not careful. Look what happened to your mom.”
Jason winced slightly at the mention of Beryl, “I- you right. But I don’t know, I feel like this’ll be good for me. And what if I do end up with some kickass boyfriend, it could end badly or it could end pretty great, I think.”
“That’d be something I’d want to see.” Piper took another sip of her water, swirling it around in her cup. “You, trying to interrogate in the living room. About to break the biggest secret that could make your family’s business untouchable, when suddenly.” Pipers voice rose ten octaves.
“‘Hey honey, what do you want for dinner?’”
Jason will admit, he snorted out a laugh, turning to Piper, who had also broken out into a light airy laugh that sounded like a wheeze because she couldn’t get enough air.
“Who- who the fuck says he’ll talk like that?” He snorted.
“It was an in the moment thing, ok. It got you scrambling to get your shit together didn’t it?”
Jason turned to Piper, opened mouthed with another insult coming up his throat, before she cut him off again.
“Look- maybe this will be good for you. I don’t know it’ll end well. But maybe you can get something out of this. Like a slap to the reality or a ‘kickass boyfriend.’”
“Thank you, Piper, thank you.” Jason said earnestly, trying ruffle his hair his just a bit more.
“You’re welcome. And for the love of all things holy don’t get yourself killed because you’re trailing after some asshole Frank knows.”
“Oh fuck off Pipes.” Jason grabbed his coat of the small hook by the door, checking for his wallet and the extra small handgun tucked into the side pocket.
“Love you too! You stupid ass bastard!”
The last thing the blonde mafia boss heard was a shrill laugh from Piper before the door was slammed shut.
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just a thought, i’m to lazy to write fics but here’s some more inspiration
#jason x percy#gay#otppp jercyyy#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#ships#jercy#artistxmafiaboss#i love them#i also love the trope#romance
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ready for those flashing lights || k.b.
ship: kate bishop x reader
warnings: light non-explicit smut (18+), slightly questionable power dynamics n a bit of an obsessive relationship ❤️
paparazzi au; kate’s biggest fan becomes her girlfriend. based off this ask
the instant that kate bishop, the new hawkeye, was appearing in headlines, you knew you were a goner.
you vaguely knew of her before, having gone to the same college and heard the bishop name a ton in passing, but you never expected that one girl who you would admire from afar at various sporting events becoming a new hero
(though, it is New York. new heroes popping up is the norm.)
you immediately started bragging about how you knew her to people who weren’t cloes enough to you to know that you only shared one class - and that one class was a 200 person lecture
it wasn’t that weird to start a fanclub for her! all of the avengers and other heroes had them!
besides, kate seemed to enjoy the fame that went along with being a hero. you can tell from the cocky grin she gives all the paparazzi and interviewers when she’s out.
and god, you’ve looked at that stupid smile so much. she’s your lock screen and home screen.
(it’s not stalking, you insist, when some of the newbies in the Kate Bishop Fan Club discord server start telling you you’re taking parasocial relationships to a new level. you just appreciate kate’s heroism. and personality. and face. and arms. and abs. and--)
the day you officially meet kate, you have imprinted on your mind forever.
it’s not unusual for heroes to host events and such for publicity, but you honestly thought with kate’s reputation and family standing plus the whole scandal with her mother being in jail she wouldn’t have done such a casual, open event. but here you are, at the front row of a museum opening as kate fires off a little firework arrrow - and makes eye contact with you
sparks literally fly
“hey, i like your shirt” you would recongize that voice anywhere, having obsessed over it constantly. you whip around to see kate bishop. in the flesh. speaking to you. “i went there too. we were in a class together, weren’t we?”
oh my god. kate bishop remembers you.
you nod and resist the urge to start rambling about how cool you think she is, and leave it at “you did a great job. that firework arrow was really cool.”
“oh yeah, that’s a new one. though, i’m sure as the president of my fan club, you’d know that.” your eyes widen and you start to panic, but kate puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “it’s cool! all the avengers talk about that kind of thing. when clint first sent me the link to your twitter, i was happy to find out that my president was so cute.”
“you went to my private account?”
“I do my research,” she shrugs.
“hmm. do you flirt with all of the members of your fan club, or only the admins?” you meet her boldness with some of your own, which kate laughs at
“just the pretty ones.”
you start getting invited to more events that kate does. she tells you that it’s a marketing thing.
“your accounts are huge, so it makes sense that you’d want to keep updated on the latest hawkeye news.”
most of them are like the first. openings and random meet and greets. but then kate invites you to a private party - not even avengers or hawkeye specific.
“it’s this thing for bishop security. i really don’t want to be there, but they think that it’ll look good for the company. i figure if i have to go, might as well have someone to talk to all night.”
“kate bishop, are you asking me to be your date?”
“only if you want to. but i assume you’d want to.”
“you know what happens when you assume.”
“is that a no?”
“of course it’s a yes, idiot.”
“wowww, president of my fan club calls me an idiot. that’s a cancelable offense.”
the night is great, kate spends half of it teasing you about how you had a crush on her before she was even an avenger, and you spend half of it telling her how fucking cocky she’s gotten
the other half ends up with the two of you pressed against each other in a broom closet, lips clashing, both a little tipsy, groping each other like you’ll die if you let go
the next morning, you start the day as you usually do, by opening twitter and seeing if there’s any kate news you need to attend to. except this time you’re doing it from kate’s bed as she snores next to you.
unsurprisingly, there’s already some gossip outlets talking about “hawkeye’s new girlfriend” paired with some photos of the two of you leaving the party last night
kate dating rumors weren’t totally uncommon (you remember very closely following stories on whether kate was involved with a black widow) but for the most part, kate seemed to only have an occasional one night stand
as you’re retweeting pararazzi photos, and checking your DMs from mutuals who are frantically asking “DID YOU GO HOME WITH KATE BISHOP LAST NIGHT?” you wonder if this was an ego trip for kate
but you also can’t bring yourself to care as Kate wakes up and tugs you over to her, mumbling against your skin at how you looked pretty in those photos
“you’re not worried about this?”
“why should I be?”
“some people are going to think it looks bad fucking the president of your fan club. like you took advantage of me.”
“well, do you think i did?”
“no.” you roll over to face her. she looks so cute all sleepy. you’re resisting the urge to take a photo right now. “i absolutely and enthusiastically consented. pretty sure I even kissed you first.”
“then there ya go. you’re a big girl, you can make your own decisions. fuck all the rumor mills.”
“kate, I usually am the rumor mills.”
“well, i guess I fucked the rumor mills already then.”
“you’re stupid.”
as you predicted, there’s a lot of talk about your and kate’s relationship.
sure, kate definitely more than gets off to knowing how obsessed you are with her. but it’s not like tony stark (rip) wasn’t doing the same thing she is!
you’re fully aware of how much kate loves how you fawn over her too. you’ve perhaps used it to your advantage more than once, telling kate how strong and heroic and hot she was when she would start rolling her eyes over how you wanted her to get you the giant stuffed bear from the state fair
some people even argued that you had stepped over boundaries. you’ve tried your best to keep some of the more....thirsty parts of your kate obsession away from the public, but of course some assholes from your discord server leaked a bunch of shit you said about kate in the #thirst channel.
twitter thinks you’ve been objectifying kate. kate thinks its funny and tells you “you’re welcome to objectify me, babe.”
you’re thankful that you never attached your name or photos of yourself to all the fanfics you wrote about her...but somehow, kate finds them.
“did you really think you could keep this from me? oh my god, baby, you really weren’t joking when you said you were obsessed with me.”
you’re incredibly embarrassed, but you forget how ashamed you are when kate makes you read them to her while she eats you out and has you ride her.
people always ask you for exclusive kate photos, but you deny them.
you’ve posted quite a few innocent pictures of yourself and kate. a lot of them is a series of photos you both take when you can see the press taking photos of you while you’re out in public, which everyone thinks is so cute and quirky!
and maybe a couple less than innocent ones slip in there. just a few of kate working out. and post workout. and maybe one morning after photo because you just can’t help it she looks so cute!
replies on these always make you a little jealous, seeing how many other people are thirsting after your girlfriend. but it also goes to your head a little. they’re not the one leaving hickies all over kate’s neck.
you and kate’s favorite past time is reading all the things people say about her
“wait wait listen to this one babe: ugh i bet that kate’s strap is so big you could feel it in your stomach”
“i just scrolled by the fifth tweet that says you should start an 0nlyfans”
“maybe i should give the people what they want”
“kate…”
“I’m just kidding! …sort of.”
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Timing: Early early yesterday morning
Location: Oldtown, near the river
Feat: @deathsplaything & @eldritchaccident
Warnings: n/a!
Summary: New Trouble in Oldtown.
Why did trouble always find them? It wasn’t like Teddy ever went out looking for it (well, most of the time they didn’t.) but somehow, someway, they always managed to find it. Or be found by it. Tonight’s trouble came in the form of someone long dead. Ugly, sunken creature wasting away from its own putrefaction. Teddy should’ve smelled it before they got too close. Should’ve been a little more cautious waltzing along the riverwalk. Too many of the old alleyways spilled out onto the trail, and it wasn’t traveled quite enough that folks noticed when someone say, had died and come back.
Teddy barely noticed the guy. At first, and large in part due to the bar the alley bordered, they thought it was just a tourist who had a few too many. It was cold and he wasn’t quite dressed enough to combat it. But it wasn’t booze the creature was thirsty for, and by the time the ex-demon realized it was not human, they had to turn and bolt before it dug its claws deep into their flesh. Teddy was fast enough when they had to be, their joints would be screaming later, but they had pretty long legs and a stride that was fairly akin to a spooked gazelle.
Of course, their phone had been smashed. There was no way they could call their very favorite slayer, or even their least (another guy they happened to know and not be on terrible terms with named Edgar, he was kind of a prick but hey, at least he’d know how to deal with a wight.)
A fucking wight.
Only Teddy could manage to find a wight on a random populated city street. Only Teddy could pull that off while alone and lacking proper defenses. A creature like that was something dangerous. Something they’d actually have to be scared of now that they were all squishy and human. Ugh. The thing was surprisingly spry too. Keeping up with the ex-demon as they sprinted towards the closest source of light and– Oh shit. People. Fuck. More people to put in danger. Great.
“HEY!” Teddy shouted, frantically waving their arms to try and get the pair’s attention. “GET OUTTA HERE, YOU GOTTA RUN.”
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It was past closing for the Sugar Pot, and Alistair had begun their nightly routine of walking Brutus for the second time that day. Once in the morning, once in the evening, as was their routine. They always stuck to Oldtown because that’s what Alistair knew best. Even without being able to see it, Alistair appreciated the river walk. The water's smell and the current's sound, the way Brutus would take extra care to sniff around and stop at every duck (when the weather permitted). It was peaceful. Well, until it wasn’t.
The sound of a person’s voice shouting, telling them to run. Alistair stopped in their tracks, knowing that something was wrong. The person walking behind them turned and ran, and they listened to the sound of their retreating steps. “Brutus, I need you to be my eyes for me, buddy,” Alistair spoke to the dog, and the necromancer quickly cast the subtle spell to allow themself to see through Brutus’s eyes. It was a wight, barrelling right toward them with someone sprinting at full speed right in their direction. Right, so that’s how this was going to be.
Alistair severed the connection with Brutus and pushed a foot backward, dropping the lead that he was holding to walk Brutus. As the necromancer began to concentrate, the water on the river began to slow its current, the already dormant trees turning a grey color as they died around them. Then, a grey-green smoke began to cast around the wight, and Alistair’s hands shot out in front of them. “I can’t hold this long. It’ll kill all the plants that want to return in the spring.” They hissed out as they moved their hands like puppetting the wight. The wight stood stock still, then began to reach for its head. “Do you have something to take its head off?” Alistair asked the other in a hurried tone.
Instead of listening, the stranger with the dog turned then stood stock still. A current filled the air with a certain electricity, bringing bristles to Teddy's arms, and a strangely familiar feeling to the back of their neck. The waters too, seemed to churn with the effort. The inkling that had begun to spark in their mind was confirmed the instant the stranger's hands flicked out in front of them.
“Woah–!” The shock slipped out of Teddy's mouth long before they could formulate better words, or better yet, a plan. Dark eyes frantically scanned the area, seeing approximately nothing that'd have the heft needed to relieve the creature of its head. The only thing remotely close was an old rusty sign that loomed over the walkway. Reminding anyone who passed that there used to be a delicatessen here. With any luck, they could knock the thing down and gabagonk the wight into the great beyond.
Reaching didn't work, and the wight was catching up. Next option, smack it with a branch. A little budge but not enough to give way. “Fuck–” Teddy glanced over, the panic rising like bile in their throat. Something else, too, itched in their chest. Something that had been building up in the last few months, something that had been dormant for so long. Unfortunately it didn't activate right away.
The spell didn’t last long; Alistair wasn’t properly channeling magic, he was more seeking out living plants in the dead of winter. Of course, it wasn’t going to last very long. As soon as the spell severed, Alistair felt tired. He’d used more of themselves than they should have, and it was leaving him wavering on their feet. Sensing his owner’s distress, Brutus heeled at Alistair’s side.
Quickly making use of their familiar’s eyes, Alistair saw the wight running after the other at a high speed. Alistair would have to do something, and quick. Letting out a curse in Gaelic, Alistair quickly began to channel another spell. He didn’t have much in him, but it would be enough to give the stranger time to get further away. “Gotta crush it’s skull,” they forced out as the spell began to weave around the wight, the energy rooting the creature in place, but it only lasted a few seconds. It wasn’t proper spellcasting and it being winter made it so Alistair couldn’t suck life out of plants that were already dead.
Staggering back as the spell broke, Alistair was left without sight, their dog’s harness out of reach. Pulling out their folded-up mobility cane, Alistair decided to use it in a way it wasn’t intended. Once again, they looked through Brutus’s eyes, and saw that the wight was heading toward him to get to the Teddy who was struggling with… with something.
Taking a leap of faith, Alistair wound their cane back like a baseball bat and swung as hard as they could at the wight’s head, hearing the thunk against its skull. It wasn’t enough to kill it, but it was enough to make it stagger backwards and reassess. “I’m not going down against the undead!” Alistair snarled as they wound their arms up to strike at its head again.
Crush its skull. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. Yeah. Right. Easy to do. Easier said than done. Teddy reeled against the sign again, wailing in on it with the branch, it groaned and began to teeter. Falling from its height. Only not in the direction Teddy had knocked it. The thing was coming straight down at them. Both of them. It was certainly big enough to clip the pair at once, which is why the ex-demon had figured it such a good option. Could crush the whole wight all together. Bish bash bosh. One and done. But no, the old iron sign started to keel, closing in on the wrong side of the fight.
A spark of fear was enough to ignite the power surge. Teddy’s hands followed the wave of energy that started somewhere in their gut. Rippling outward until it was met with the icy cold air of midwinter Maine. The bright teal light burst like a splash, forming a canopy around them and the stranger. Twinkling like starlight, but swirling like the sea. It illuminated the whole of the alleyway in a flash of protective flare.
The strange forcefield deflected the sign. It bounced off to Teddy’s surprise and (if it could form more thought than a piece of wet paper towel) they imagined to the wight’s horror. It collided with a much more wet sounding squelch as the weight of the sign and the force it had fallen with stretched the sinue beyond its limit. Cutting the strings that attached body and mind, so to speak. Bones snapped apart, finding the stress from the sign too much. It crumpled as the blunt object and its head went rolling off the walkway. The sign was stopped by the fence, the head was not. Plunging down into the raging river below.
There was a sudden strength of power in the air, power they were not wielding, which meant only one thing: the other that the stranger that Alistair found themselves with was also a spellcaster. A hand shot out for Brutus in fear that their dog was in the line of fire, only for their hand to meet the familiar fur of his dog. They quickly connected with the familiar, catching a glimpse at the forcefield around them. It was bright enough to throw off Alistair’s perception of light and shadow. They closed their eyes at the flash, knowing it would lead to a headache if exposed to it for too long.
Brutus’s attention turned to the head that rolled into the river, and Alistair swallowed. “Well.” They spoke as the connection with Brutus severed. “Not every day I run into another magic wielder.” They remarked as they began to fold up their cane. “You alright?” Alistair then asked, turning their attention in Teddy’s direction. Whoever they were, they knew protection magic. They hadn’t met many of them in their time, strangely enough. “Quick work on your part.”
Alistair felt their hands over their body quickly, everything intact, no bites taken out or feeling of blood. Good, that was good. “Brutus, you alright?” They then asked the dog, who simply licked at his hand with a wagging tail. “Good to hear it, buddy.” Alistair picked up the dog’s lead and then frowned. “That was a fuckin’ close one,” They murmured under their breath, running a hand through their hair.
A shrill soaring tone endlessly droned on in Teddy’s ears. Ringing like an alarm for the end of days. The sudden burst of power was more than they’d ever displayed before. More solid, more bright, more concrete in the sense that it came from them. Even if something in them didn’t want to believe it. Twitching fingers still electric with the energy spent opened, palms to the sky for Ted to inspect, as if they’d find something there. As if an answer would have been written in flesh. No secret sigils or secretly planted signs from Leviathan marred the ex-demon’s hands. No outward influence, except–
Teddy’s head turned, slowly, towards the stranger. A dumbstruck look on their features, not quite aligning with the other’s assessment of their… arcane prowess. Teddy had only ever done rituals. Only ever weaved magic in the ways a demon would. Only with the help of that power from their father. But this? This was raw, fast, emotional. Everything a ritual wasn’t. They swallowed, not even realizing how big of a lump had formed in their throat. They didn’t catch the end of the battle. But it was over all the same.
“M-Me?” Was it directed at the first statement, or the question that followed? As if incredulous to either being personal. Everything went from a frantic flailing to a stock still stupor in just a fraction of a second, they were still trying to catch up.
Dogs, however, always had a way of peeling Teddy from any negative emotion. (Or emotional static–y void, as it were.) Their eyes drifted down from the other individual to the pup. Settling on taking in the details of what had to be a working dog, deciding it was a much better thing to spend focus on. “Think he did most of the work, honestly…” Teddy trailed off, eyes following the line of dust crumpled under the mangled sign. Saw the particles floating along the river, mixing with the foam and detritus of winter. The realization that it could have easily been flesh and bone starting to sink in.
Quirking a brow at the other’s clear state of flustered confusion, Alistair sighed and nodded their head. “Yeah, you. You alright? Body parts intact? No cuts, bruises, contusions, et cetera?” Alistair waved their hands around as they spoke. Magic aside, they were worried about Teddy, stranger or not. The necromancer blinked, and they were looking through Brutus’s eyes, who was looking over at the corpse of the now downed stop sign. A chill went down Alistair’s spine as they realized how close the encounter really was.
Wiping a hand over their face, Alistair took a deep breath, tone going from worried to calm and collected. “You haven’t done that before, have you?” He surmised, clutching Brutus’s lead a little tighter in their hands. “I can’t do that type of magic that you just did, but I can do magic. After something like that, you’ve got to be a little out of it.”
In truth, Alistair wasn’t good at comfort. They’d never been shown such things growing up, so learning it when they’d finally broken free from Scotland, it was a learning process. But they knew despite their own issues, they wanted to be what the rest of their family was not, and that was understanding and comforting. “If you want to talk about it…” they trailed off, not knowing whether this stranger would be a talker or a runner.
“I’m Alistair.” They introduced, taking a step back. “Thanks for, er, saving my life. I owe you a lifetime supply of free tea from my shop.” A nervous laugh escaped their mouth, and the reality of the situation finally began to sink in. They could have died.
“Think so–” This kind of shock was still so new to the ex-demon’s body. Teddy still didn’t know how to register what it was. Sure, they’d felt adrenaline before. Sure, they’d run into things that should have been life threatening. But a threat was only so terrifying as it was viable. The deadly things of the vast wide world had a way of slipping off the demon like water. At least, until that cushion was removed. Pulled out from underneath them and left with a consolation prize of being able to give damage away. But that– that wouldn’t exactly help in the case of a swift crushing. Or if no one else was around to siphon health from.
A cool breeze, a few blinks, a moment of physically shaking the sleeplike stance from their head and forcing air into their lungs finally snapped Teddy back to normal. Well. Normal as they ever were. A soft smile replaced the confusion as their eyes finally settled on the other person. Alistair, apparently. “Yeah no I– I did, I’ve done it before– just not–” They didn’t think it was them. Didn’t think that was possible. “Sorry, still catching my breath. I’m Teddy.” Their grin stretched wider, playing the part of relieved stranger.
“Aleister? Like… the famous occultist?” A spark of interest clipped Teddy’s heart, they’d always had an interest in old folk tales. Especially when the man in question was routinely mistaken for a demon. Which obviously captivated a young Ted. “Afraid I actually brought the trouble to you so, don’t know if that’s the case, but I’ll take the tea.” They laughed, starting to feel a lot more jovial overall. Later on, they’d find time to process everything, that’s what they always did, right? What it meant, what it could mean. For now, maybe it just meant a new friend.
Alistair relaxed upon Teddy, verifying that they were okay. Good, that meant the crisis was averted. It was in moments such as these that Alistair wished they could see. Someone could say one thing, but their face would reveal a different truth entirely. Still, Alistair didn’t need to see to know that this person was clearly in shock from what had just transpired. Brutus let out a tiny whine, walking over to Teddy and licking their hand. Alistair felt the tug of the lead and the lapping of the large dog’s tongue.
“Well Teddy, you’ve made a friend in us.” Alistair declared with a bright smile. “You’re absolutely fine, dear boy.” They waved dismissively as they fumbled over their words to come up with a good explanation for what had happened.
Then, they asked the question that made Alistair chuckle. “Yes, the very same.” They admitted with a bow. “My parents have always loved anything to do with the occult and everything spooky, so here I am.” They sighed, tilting their head. “While I don’t have a cult and am not a demon in disguise, I own the Sugar Pot.” They shot the other a smile. “So if you need a cup of something calming for the nerves, I implore you to follow me to my shop.” They tilted their head in the direction of the shop that was just at the end of the street.
For the briefest moment, Teddy’s hand recoiled from the dog’s lick, but only until they realized they might be winded, but they weren’t actually harmed during the altercation. Brutus wouldn’t be taking on any injuries just for being a very good boy. A softened smile settled on their lips as they let the dog continue its inspection. “Is he on duty?” They asked, resisting the urge to settle down and give him a good scritch and pat. “Don’t wanna distract my new buddy from his job, y’know?” A slight laugh pulled from their chest, relieved that the stranger was kind. That this wasn’t going to turn into a whole different kind of debacle. Though, Alistair showed off their magic first. Teddy just wasn’t used to having a source of power that wasn’t, well…
A demon in disguise.
Teddy tried not to let the word settle into their expression. Habit, as it were. Keep an even keel, avoid any suspicion. Not a terrible one, as the ex-demon didn’t want to make any assumptions on the other’s condition. Didn’t need to be completely blind to need a service dog. Didn’t need to be blind at all. No guarantee that Alistair wouldn’t be studying their features the way they often did with strangers. Not that everyone had the same inclinations. Paranoia or a parasocial need to understand humanity, Teddy had a habit of staring far too much.
“Well they had good taste.” They laughed, properly this time. A crackle of mirth that had them bobbling their shoulders. “You too, I’ve been to the Sugar Pot before, you guys have the best dirty chai in all of Wicked’s Rest.” Plus a few other sweets Teds liked to pick up from time to time. “Can’t say I would mind having one now, but aren’t you guys closed?” A pause, consideration. “I mean, I guess if you’re the owner closed doesn’t mean much. Still, I should probably be heading back home. I feel like my–” Fuck what did they call Emilio? “–roommate” Not nearly enough of an explanation for the bond, but okay. “–has a sense about me running into trouble, he’s probably gnawing on the walls by now. Maybe another time?”
Alistair shook their head with a soft smile on their face. “He’s just out for a walk, you won’t be distracting him. Besides, he senses your panic. He knows when someone could use the love of an animal.” There was something in Alistair’s smile that was affectionate in the way they talked about Brutus that just didn’t come up when they talked about other people. For Alistair, Brutus was their family. They didn’t have anyone else besides Melody and her son, Tommy.
Even though Teddy panicked, Alistair couldn’t see their expression, nor did they think to pry by looking through Brutus’s eyes. They were sure all they would see was Teddy’s hand anyone, seeing as how the dog was absolutely laser-focused on helping the other feel better.
The necromancer brightened up as Teddy mentioned having stopped in before. “Well, I thank you for your patronage.” They responded with a chipper tone. “Your roommate has the right to worry, seeing as how you managed to run into quite the situation.” Alistair put their hands down before them, clasping Brutus’s leash. “Stop by any time, but let them know you’re there to see me.” They gave the other a knowing look. “I feel like we could learn a lot from each other.” There was something in the way Alistair spoke that seemed intrigued and excited. The idea of learning about someone else’s magic always had. “Don’t let your roommate eat the walls. I’ll see you another time.” And with that, they were headed back toward their apartment above the shop, away from another near-death altercation that only Wicked’s Rest brought about.
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Tonight’s sight gag
Because I’ve had all the UK politics I can bear for one day. Time to retreat into other universes.
So here’s our local guy who’s the expert at the Magic Sword end of things. With, guess what, his Magic Sword. (Off a post on the difficulties of getting magic fire to work properly.)
“Wow,” the digital artist said to herself, “doesn’t he look like Cumberbatch in that. ...Just the way the lighting is, I guess. I wonder what would happen if we put a big coat on him. And a purple shirt, because, you know, why not.”
...
...Ooooooooh shit, thinks the artist, seeing the pretty serious resemblance between one character and another. Better get him out of here before trouble starts.
...
(sigh) Too late.
“Sherlock.” An exasperated sigh. “Who. Gave you. A goddamn FUCKING MAGIC SWORD.”
“John...”
“Have you forgotten the matchbox? Plainly you’ve forgotten the matchbox. There was a bloody damn Silmaril in that matchbox,* Sherlock, you promised me none of that shit EVER AGAIN, those people were too much paperwork.”
“But John — ”
“No, Sherlock. Look at this thing, it’s on fire, and not even normal fire, that we could deal with, but some kind of magic holy brain fire or some damn shit, Mrs. Hudson will pitch a fit, God knows what it’ll do to the upholstery. And apparently some kind of big black fucking dragon the size of a 747 came out of nowhere and draped itself all over Baker Street Tube station, and in the process it sat on half the cab rank and squashed it, thank God the drivers were all standing around outside vaping or whatever. And then somebody at the MoD thought it would be a good idea to scramble fighters on the thing out of RAF Marham at Mach one point five, there’s half the plate glass in Lincolnshire broken, and seems that when the F-35s turned up here and went after the dragon, it just sort of inhaled one accidentally and then coughed it out like a hairball on the roof of the Tesco Express in Great Portland Street. And then it picked up the plane and told the pilot it was sorry, and flew him over to the Princess Grace A&E and nearly trashed their heliport! And now Donovan’s across the street having a conversation with some lady who looks just like her, but is apparently also God, and Lestrade is hitting on Her! So no.”
“Johhhhnnnn...”
“And I haven’t even had my tea yet. Are you kidding? NOPE.”
...
...“Maybe the dragon wants some tea?”
(eyeroll: and then a resigned sigh. Because, after all, tea.) “All right, fine, we could ask...”
(And from down the road, a very very large voice like the organ in the Royal Albert Hall, singing:
[Black. Two sugars.])
*There’s no forgetting some stuff. :)
#Middle Kingdoms#digital art#Sherlock#John Watson#tea#Herewiss#is also involved somehow but the details will doubtless remain murky#as hell
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For the fanfiction writing ask meme, how about 1, 4, 5, and/or 8!!
Bear with me I still don’t completely understand how tumblr works
Back to try to do this again 😭 Fuck your Tumblr. I just wanted to answer @leatia25.
Anyway leatia sorry for the delay. I had like five paragraphs written when Tumblr decided to crash and eat my draft. Anyway, this ask is in reference to this post.
1–do I daydream or just go for it? Both! Either/Or! Depends on the fic. Some of them I write to fulfill a prompt. Others circulate in my brain and live there for weeks, pestering me til I write them. Some are born because I’m suddenly struck with inspiration by something. Sometimes I see someone else execute a great idea poorly. Sometimes I get into a new fandom and think “I wanna play here too!” Who knows what’ll trigger the next one? So both! Always both! And more!
4–how do I choose what to write? I don’t! :) I write whatever comes to mind. I’m an enabler at heart even though I try not to be sometimes, and this includes myself. Besides, if I don’t let my creativity and imagination drive the car, they’ll hit me over the head, toss me in the back and drive anyway! And if it’s the choice between two or more ideas, we (me, myself, and I) just write them all! Why choose when you don’t have to? After all, I’m ultimately a chaotic bitch and I dabble a lot anyway.
5– how many wips do I have? Don’t put me on blast like this 🙈 I’m a messy bitch. I have four right now for AFO/Reader, only one of which is posted on site. I have three others on that account, a Tensura one (Rimuru x OC), and some Pokémon Isekai. I have around 20-30 collectively across my other accounts , with some that are abandoned and some just on indefinite hiatus. I won’t spill those though because I’m actually pretty well known in certain fandoms under those names and I went incognito to get away from the pressure. 😂 I have anywhere from 30-50 wips that have never seen the light of day and some never will. These, like the ones posted to my other accounts, are across various fandoms. Like upwards of anywhere between 15-30 fandoms. Can’t list em all.
8–out of context wip huh? You sneaky, cheeky penguin. Fine. But it’ll be safe for church! Mostly. Cause some churches don’t like us non-binary folks existing. But there’s nothing uhhh spicy. It’s actually wholesome, cause I’m capable of both damnit!
You can’t tell whether hearing your voice at all or hearing it in child form startles him more. His head whips around until his red eyes land on your minuscule form. To think those good for nothing Heroes left him wandering alone, barefoot, afraid, and soaked in blood for five whole days. He’d been starving and dehydrated by that point, and in all likelihood would have died from the latter if not for the fact that it rained halfway through his time on the street, soaking him to the bone. You can just imagine him stumbling down a busy city street, cold, shivering, and ignored. It infuriates you to this day to know no one helped him until you and All For One came along.
“The fuck? Ren, why are you a brat?”
“Why does it matter? Aren’t you happy to see me, sweetling?”
He scoffs at the endearment, but wanders over anyway. A blush decorates his cheeks. At sixteen, he happens to be one of those teens who gets embarrassed when his parents act overly affectionate in front of others, including his own siblings and Kurogiri. It was adorable. The frantic scratching at his neck isn’t though.
“Of course I’m happy to see you, Ren. Just—what are you doing here, and why do you look like a rugrat?”
*note that Ren is the neutral equivalent of Mom or Dad and not a name. Which means Tomura just called you/Reader the equivalent of Mom or Dad.
Second sneak peek cause I really am an enabler, huh?
You reach a hand out to ruffle his hair, an action which feels unspeakably odd when in your six year old body. He scowls and ducks away with a groan, but you don’t care. You lean out as far as you can to wrap an arm around his shoulders and press your cheeks together. Aina adjusts for the shift in weight so she doesn’t just drop you outright. Bless her for her thoughtfulness since you may have forgotten a silly little thing like gravity in your haste to embrace your youngest.
“Ren, please. I’m too old for this!”
“You’re never too old for my love, sweetie!~”
Aina trembles with silent laughter, somehow not making a sound. Glancing at Kurogiri, he too appears to be holding back laughter, though it’s harder to tell with his unique facial makeup (or lack thereof) masking his expressions. Tomura grumbles while still allowing the contact. He’s learned by now that no amount of embarrassed protests will stop either you or All For One from showing him affection. Eventually, his curiosity wins out over his desire to pout, and he asks the million yen question.
“So what sort of crime did you commit?”
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DSST Blue and Nightmare pre-Incident?
Maybe a sort of surprise visit from the bloo boy?
Here you go!
Sorry this took so long istg I asked for writing rq’s right before descending into writers block :,D
I’m good now, so here’s the first public fic I’ve posted on Tumblr!
Blue visits Nightmare // pre-incident (DS! Storytwist)
// Word Count: 2152
The day was going pretty swiftly, time flew as Nightmare got himself invested into the prolonged storyline of a book. He sat behind this large stump of bark, leaves falling from the top. He was leaning against a tree, the very well known Feelings Tree.
Whatever it was called, it was a very calming place to relax and chill at. His legs were slightly propped up, knees up against his chest, he rested his book on the small platform, silently reading.
“You wanna go and explore the village?” Someone asked.
He had luscious black hair, small light highlights on the tips. He wore a black sweater, with a brown t-shirt right on top, two tan straps on both sides, topped off with a shiny golden crown. This was Dream, Nightmare’s technical roommate, or friend. The relationship was unclear for the most part.
“Nah, I think I’ll just stay here.” Nightmare replied, flipping through a page in his book.
Dream scooted himself next to Nightmare teasingly, a small smile on his face while doing so. “Come onn! It’ll be fun I promise! Or partly promise.” He insisted.
Going into town was one of Dream’s favorite things to do. He loved to engage with people, even when everyone just toyed with his gratefulness. “There could be chocolate~”
Nightmare just laughed at that, nudging the other in a joking way. “Hey! You know I like sweets but hate the village! I’m not going with you.” He answered.
“Ughhh fine. Just stay here okay? I’ll be back before midnight. Stay out of trouble.” Dream finished as he waved goodbye, making his way to the large village where he would hang out with friends and have a better social life.
Once he was gone Nightmare immediately went back to reading, he was at an interesting part, where the main character finally met the love interest. How terrible, let’s keep reading.
“pssst hey—psstttt hey nutcaseee…helloooo~!”
“What..” Nightmare started before he looked up, not seeing anyone there. Glancing behind him however, to the left was a blue and white clothed individual. Great, another person to bother him. But wait…this wasn’t just any person, these two knew eachother.
“Blue what the fuck.” The negative one said, slowly standing up to properly face this menace.
The so-called ‘Blue’ waved cutely, making his way over to give Nightmare a big hug. “I just got back! I wanted to see you again, haha~!” He acknowledged. Blue regularly visited Nightmare at the tree, constantly bugging him whilst also befriending him. It was kinda sweet really.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. How was all the traveling?” Nightmare wondered, slowly putting his book on the grass right next to him. Blue often explored many different areas and very much enjoyed doing it. That’s how he found Nightmare in the first place.
Blue let go of Nightmare and kneeled in front of him. “It’s been soooo tiring, yet so fun! But my favorite place to visit is here~” He teased. His bright blue irises glowing in the sunlight, as he leaned in with a smirk.
“Oh shut up…” Nightmare flourished. He hid a small blush behind his book as he propped it up for cover.
“Hmm, why~? Are you embarrassed about me visiting you? You should take advantage of that, you know? Hehe~!” Blue spoke, as he decided to sit right next to him.
Nightmare had always felt a bit awkward around Blue, but somehow they had managed to become friends. Even if Blue still acted like a child sometimes.
“No, I don't want Dream to get the wrong idea. That's all.” Nightmare responded, turning away from Blue, once more looking at his book.
"Aw, come onnn~!” Blue whined.
“People don't like others who tease them, idiot.” Nightmare mumbled under his breath, he didn’t look at Blue while talking.
“Yeahh, I know. I’m so unlikable but you still talk to me!” Blue stated.
Nightmare sighed, he couldn't ignore him now. "Don't say that about yourself."
"It’s true though!" Blue whined, crossing his arms as he pouted in frustration.
Nightmare looked to the side, seeing the other being his usual train wreck self. “No it’s not. You're actually kind, caring, funny, and smart. You may tease me a whole lot, but that doesn’t speak for your entire character." He explained.
Blue seemed to calm down a little, as he dropped his pouty expression. "Oh uh…thanks. That really means a lot." He said, speaking quite softly just then. Nightmare really admired that part of him, he knew exactly how to make people smile.
“Sure thing.” The negative one replied.
“Soooooo…are we gonna sit here forever or what? Let’s do something fun together!” Blue suggested.
Nightmare looked at him, considering it. "What, why?" He shrugged, sitting back onto the tree.
Blue took that opportunity to suggest something. "Let's go explore the world! I know some cool places that I want to show you! We can travel the whole world together!" He pleaded.
Nightmare stopped for a moment, glancing at the blue eyed boy. "That sounds nice…but I'm still trying to finish this book."
Blue looked disappointed for a second, before he chuckled. "How boring. How do you even stay interested in books like that? It's a boring romance plot. Exploring the world is more fun.”
Nightmare tilted his head curiously, turning his attention back to the book. Was it? He thought. Maybe he just thought so because he liked the protagonist. Then again, maybe the book really was shit.
“I’m not much of a traveler, Blue.” Nightmare admitted. He was more of a homebody.
“You don’t have to be! I can show you all of the amazing things I've seen! It would be a way better romance plot than that book for sure! And we can vibe together~” Blue kept insisting, never giving up on his adorable face.
Nightmare just nodded as a sign of approval, and then spoke, “Okay. I'll trust you on that. If you insist that much, I guess I will. Where are you taking me?"
“Oh! Well, the first trip is…my house!” Blue declared excitedly as he stood up.
“What?!” Nightmare was caught off guard by this sudden request, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Blue smirked, knowing exactly what he did. "I’ve seen your place sooo many times! And I realized you’ve never been to my home. So I figured that would be our first trip! You also haven't seen my room yet~” Blue teased.
Nightmare huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew Blue was just messing with him, but at least it gave him an excuse to leave the tree. With that the two set off away from the village, walking side by side.
Nightmare looked around, noticing the sun setting in the distance. It was already twilight, the sky had turned orange and purple. As much as he hated leaving the tree, he also loved being with Blue. They walked for a good half hour, until eventually they reached a large, secluded town. Unlike the village, this area was quite full. There were many other townspeople nearby, bustling about their business, some even greeting Blue.
"Wow, this is a big town. I wonder what part of this place you stay at." Nightmare said curiously, looking around. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Blue’s home looked like, he’d just wished he was told about this sooner.
Blue led him deeper into the town, towards a house on the outskirts. It was quite large, but not as large as the houses within the village. "This is my house~! My brother Cider lives here too!” He announced proudly as the two approached the door.
Nightmare stopped and stared at it. "What about your parents?" He questioned incredulously.
“Well…no not really.” Blue muttered awkwardly.
"Oh, sorry. I just realized we never got too deep into your family life." Nightmare commented.
Blue smiled, grabbing the handle and opening the door. "Yeah, my parents passed a few years after I was born." He said.
"I’m really sorry about that…" Nightmare commented, concern and sadness on his face.
"It’s fine. Thanks for the curiosity though. It helps to talk about it every once in a while." Blue admitted. “Now, let’s go in.” He said, stepping into the house happily, his mood shifted almost instantly once he spotted someone.
“Cider!! I’ve returrrnnnedd~!” Blue exclaimed, voice echoing through the house.
The view into the house became larger, revealing a large man with fluffy light brown hair, wearing an orange t-shirt with a galaxy print in the middle of it. He looked to be about twenty-eight. His eyes widened when he saw Blue, a grin spreading across his face.
"Oh hey, welcome back Bloo. I’m glad you made it back in one piece. How are you?" Cider asked calmly. This must’ve been a normal thing for him.
Blue waited to reply, first he dragged Nightmare inside the house. “I’ve been good! This is Nightmare, he came with me this time!” He announced happily.
Cider looked at Nightmare, his face showing surprise. "Wow you're actually real. Didn’t think Bloo really found an ancient tree guardian.” He seemed to realize that saying something like that probably wouldn’t be the best first impression, and quickly took a step back. “Ah sorry, I’m Cider. It’s nice to meet you.”
"It's nice to meet you too." Nightmare replied awkwardly, looking around the large house.
"Come in, come in. We have lots of snacks to get through. Right Bloo?” Cider encouraged, as he pulled out some chips from a cabinet.
"Right! Let’s eat!" Blue stated excitedly.
Nightmare followed behind Blue as they all made their way to the living room. From what he’d seen, the house was pretty average in size. Very comfy. However, it was mostly filled with various furniture and decorations.
“So, where did you guys go?” Cider asked, sitting down and pulling out a bag of chips.
"We didn’t really go anywhere else but here. I originally decided to visit Nightmare, and then asked to bring him here! Toootally worth it.” Blue acknowledged.
Nightmare sat down beside Blue, who quickly handed him a bag of chips. "Thank you." He stated politely.
“You’re welcome~” Blue chuckled as he grabbed a bag for himself, sitting in between Cider and Nightmare.
Cider stared at him intently, as he continued to eat. "So you're a tree guardian huh? It's rare to find a guardian these days, especially one so young." He remarked.
“Yeah, it’s definitely been an adventure.” Nightmare answered, he had yet to experience the life of a regular civilian. This felt like a really pleasing adventure. He was very thankful.
"Mhm, I bet. I hear most guardians live for several decades." Cider commented.
"I don't know if I'd call this 'living'. More like existing." Nightmare replied, sounding a bit melancholic.
“Don’t be so depressing Night, if you want to enjoy the guardian life you have to embrace it! Plus, I think it’s really cool.” Blue interjected.
"Yeah I guess. Thanks." Nightmare murmured, quietly appreciating Blue’s small words of encouragement. The more this trip went on, the more he questioned how he really felt about him.
They talked for hours on end, until it was time to take Nightmare back to the tree. It was a pretty fun day for the most part, Cider was really nice, and Blue was being his normal energetic self.
They both stopped at the bottom of the hill, Dream was already back at the tree. He was probably really worried about where Nightmare had gone.
Blue turned to face the other after spotting the positive one at the tree. "Alright, let's plan our next adventure once I come back to visit you again, okay? I’ll be back soon~" Blue stated softly, giving him a small wink.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Nightmare replied, giving him a soft smile.
Blue’s face flushed a bit, taken aback by the pretty smile Nightmare had. He was always the one with the most confidence out of the two, but one smile like that would take it all away.
“Well then, bye bye Nightmare! See ya later~!” Blue waved as he started to walk away from the tree’s hill, heading back to his town.
Nightmare watched as the blue eyed boy disappeared into the distance, before turning back around. He then took a deep breath, and stepped up on the hill, making his way to the tree.
He was suddenly greeted by a bright yellow-eyed friend, as Dream frowned at him. "Where were you? Why did you disappear like that?!"
Nightmare sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I kinda forgot you’d be home by now. I'll explain everything, but then you have to tell me about Alexis." He requested.
Dream looked at him tirelessly, he wasn’t his normal cheery self, that twat probably got to him again. "Yeah alright, let’s talk for a bit before bed. How does that sound?"
"Good. Thanks Dream."
#ds! storytwist#ds! storytwist swightblue#ds! storytwist blue#ds! storytwist nightmare#levenxa writes#dreamswap#swightblue#ds nightberry#ds nightmare#ds blue#(ps: I’m kinda bad at proofreading so expect some mistakes that I’ll fix in the future lol)#Dream also shows up at the beginning and end so heads up for that hehe :)#oh yeah—CIIDERRR BEST BROTHER :D#lev writing fics? yeah I do occasionally 🤭
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Incorrect Quotes ft. the Liddell-Van Dorts
. thought i'd give this generator a go and i absolutely am so glad i did .
Alice: Hello, I'm Alice. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.
Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Maddie*
Maddie: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Maddie, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
Victor: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?
Alice: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
Cop: You ran a red light.
Alice: So did you, hypocrite.
Cop: I was following you.
Alice: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver.
Cop: Get out.
Victor: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!
Alice: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!
Alice: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!
Victor: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
Maddie: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Maddie is such a nice person, Maddie is so happy-go-lucky! Maddie can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Maddie CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Maddie IS be in a bad mood.
Alice: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other.
*later, in a barfight*
Alice: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*
Victor: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.
Victor: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
Maddie: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
Alice: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Maddie.
Victor: You just said it again.
Maddie:
Alice: I am not a role model.
Alice: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Maddie finally snaps and commits murder?
Victor: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to her.
Maddie: Victor, Alice, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?
Victor, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Alice is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.
Alice: I love you too :)
Alice: Guys where did Maddie go?
Victor: She got arrested.
Alice: How the hell-
Maddie: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.
Alice: Maddie, what do you have?
Maddie: A KNIFE!
Alice: Okay, have fu-
Victor: NO!
Maddie: Would you take a bullet for me?
Victor: ...yes?
*Alice angrily bursts into the room*
Maddie: *running away* Great, thanks!
Maddie, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??
Maddie: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…
Victor: It was you the fuck.
Maddie: It was I the fuck…
Alice: Who cooks rice in a pan?
Victor: She the fuck.
Victor: Why would anyone want to harm Maddie?
Alice: Maybe because they met her?
Maddie: Mom, that’s disgusting. You’re only giving free stuff to beautiful people.
Victor: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Alice: Oh yeah? *gets really close to Victor* How about a muffin on the house baby?
Victor, giggling: I’m pretty.
Victor: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong.
Maddie: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.
Victor: If we lose, you’re out of the will.
Maddie: I was in the will?
Victor: Am I right, Maddie?
Maddie: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.
Alice: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.
Maddie: Being a fish.
Alice: Well, shit.
Alice: What the fuck is wrong with you??
Maddie: What? No good morning?
Alice: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??
Victor: *chokes on something*
Maddie: Jeez, Victor, don't die on us.
Victor: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!
Maddie: You know what I’ve realized?
Alice: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?
Maddie: Nice try, anyways-
Maddie: Help! I’m drowning!
Victor: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!
Maddie: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Victor: Talk dirty to me, baby~
Alice: The dishes.
Victor: Wh-
Alice: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.
Alice: *sees someone doing something stupid*
Alice: What an idiot.
Alice: *realizes it's Maddie*
Alice: Wait, that's MY idiot!
@thevalicemultiverse
#i . 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 > . . . 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟#. i am having . . . SO MUCH FUN with this generator#. but here are some incorrect quotes !!
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About Youth Live Blogging
I need to like another Taiwanese show soon because the ones I’ve watched recently (released this year or before) haven’t been holding up for me. I’ve heard really great things about this one though.
Ep 1 (Nov 19)
Ye Guang is the guy who didn’t get into the school right? but is now some v popular at his uni
why’s there something suspicious about Ye Guang’s friend’s relationship... will we get some sort of abusive relationship?
oh wait, this is high school?
crying at how many people there are already like 10 mins in. Ye Guang and Qi Zhang main couple. Ye Guan’s friend (Ray according to MDL) and his bf or smth that he haven’t seen yet. Qi Zhang’s friends or whoever who got him some tickets and idk their names. Qi Zhang’s friends who see a girl’s bf but are like “that guy is Qiu Qiu’s bf” like who issss that
ah, Ye Guang’s rich, important parents who don’t have time for him in contrast to Qi Zhang’s mom making food similar to how his father who passed away (?) made it
ohhhh Ray is Qiu Qiu and his bf is a cheater. also ig the outfit his bf was texting about is the skirt and stuff Ray was wearing rn rip
dang, Ye Guang zoning out and scatterbrained over being alone and lonely on his bday and so being extremely clumsy
This was a pretty interesting episode, I’m curious to see where this goes.
Ep 2 (Nov 19)
Ah, so Qi Zhang is 18 and Ye Guang is 17 i guess
lol Qi Zhang is so ready to do everything for Ye Guang from taking him into the restaurant, giving him a ride, then even exchanging pants at school
noooo T.T dump himmm!! Ray, dump him
i guess this restaurant server will be Ray’s new love interest?
ooh i did hear about a character being some sort of singer and so in the beginning scene I thought maybe Ye Guang was some sort of idol but i guess Qi Zhang’s performance is what people were talking about
Ep 3 (Nov 19)
Aw, Ye Guang :( mom pours the egg soup he loves that Qi Zhang gave down the drain and dad is putting more pressure on him to do well at school
i love Qi Zhang and his mom’s interactions, she’s funny without being annoying the way some BL parents are
mutual wound tending
i like Qi Zhang and Ye Guang spending time together
Qi Zhang’s crush is so palpable lol
Ep 4 (Nov 20)
ooh ye guang seeing the umbrella in qi zhang’s room and qi zhang was gonna let him know that he gave it to him
loll all the friends having fun teasing when Qi Zhang brings Ye Guang to band practice
Ep 5 (Nov 20)
we got and then ungot Ray and Jian
Ye Guang’s parents are right in this case that it’s not good to ditch tutoring, especially when your teacher specifically came to your home and waited for an hour but it’s just a culmination of everything where the parents have not cared for Ye Guang as they should’ve that’s making him act like this
Ep 6 (Nov 21)
Qi Zhang’s mom talking to Ye Guang and giving him advice to communicate, so nice
i kinda stopped caring about Ray and Jian like why do you keep dragging it onnnn
nice to see Ye Guang apologize soon after his misstep with Qi Zhang
Ep 7 (Nov 26)
Very long break because of GMMTV 2023 Showcase lol my mind was occupied for a few days. Tbh I’m like just not interested in this show anymore, I kinda dgaf but ig i’ll finish it off
aw, the friend groups together are cute
rip Ye Guang’s shitty parents have upped their shittiness in regards to their attitude of him being friends with Qi Zhang
Ep 8 (Nov 26)
Very long break because of GMMTV 2023 Showcase lol my mind was occupied for a few days. Tbh I’m like just not interested in this show anymore, I kinda dgaf but ig i’ll finish it off
?? is Ye Guang erasing his answers and handing in a blank exam tf
so he’s “choosing for himself” by handing in a blank exam? why would you tank your grades i don’t get it and it’s irritating as fuck like why would you do that? i get quitting some extracurriculars or smth but what. and who knows if it’ll even really affect him with his dad’s connections
lol the parents seeing a new light ig
K yeah it’s cute and endearing but i really didn’t care by the end.
Rating: 6/10
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sun 2nd oct 2022 journal
im sick. i think i have a cold. my right nose is blocked and my throat is dry. im going to get better but it is annoying to have a blocked nose. currently drinking some sort of lemsip. I started my actor cv. gonna finish it by the end of the week. but im gonna send my headshots off tomorrow. i keep attracting people into my day to day life. im caring less about what people think of me regardless of whether im sober or not. i’ve come down from my high rn but im in a good mood right now. these past couple of days has been good/ with a stroke of luck on my side. i swear yesterday could’ve gone so left for me but i listened to myself and God and it worked for me. thats how i know God has better plans for me. alfayd ansd issac were smoking near alfayds house and a police car pulled over to check what was happening and then kept it pushing but before all of that happened a part of me was like ‘DONT SMOKE NON OF THAT URI”. i genuinely think that if i had done so i would’ve been arrested. well all of us would’ve. God genuinely has my back. I love myself. I think i live a cool life. and i feel rich and famous. i feel it. i carry myself like someone who is. I also met two ladies Barbara and Sally on the DLR. its so crazy cause i forgot my airpods on my way to rehearsals yesterday and was irritated but on my way home i met these lovely ladies and we spoke about life and shit. they were so kind and conversational. they made my journey so worth it. God bless them. i was high af when i was speaking to them and bless them they thought i was tired haha but tbf i was tired from yesterdays rehearsals but still i was high lmao. its currently 11pm. rehearsals with karoline tomorrow. something new. excited to see what happens. im also building what i would like to call “showcase stamina” cause these rehearsals take a lot out of you and just the social aspect of things can be difficult but i would like to think im handling things pretty well. i had some visions of meeting doja cat and chloe bailey and all these beautiful women and being close with them. It’ll happen. thats my calling. i’m meant to be around stars and beautiful things and beautiful people. I’m creating the life i want. I believe i am a star. because i am. i just am. I attract the right people. i’m great at conversation. i’m handsome. i can act. i can sing. i can entertain. if i wasn’t meant to be doing this i would’ve given up already but nah im seeing this whole thing through to the fucking end and i will see everything i set out for. EVERYTHING. I WANT WILL. BE. MINE. EVERYTHING. I am a light to people. i attract beautiful women. people want to know me for me. i get money. im paid. i’m working. life is good. God loves me. my family love me. people love me. i feel like the person i want to be. i am the person i want to be. God bless me. end time: 23:08pm.
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𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞
summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.
pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering
a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]
title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.
The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.
Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.
“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”
“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.
You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.
Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.
“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.
“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.
“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.
“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.
“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.
“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.
“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.
“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.
You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.
“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.
“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.
“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.
“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.
“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.
“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.
“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.
It took you half a minute to reach the door.
Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.
“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.
“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.
“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.
“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.
You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.
“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.
“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.
“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.
“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.
“Natasha!”
“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.
“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.
Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.
“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.
“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.
“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.
“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.
“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.
“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”
“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─
“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.
“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”
Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.
“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.
His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.
“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.
Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.
You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.
Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─
“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.
“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.
“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.
“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”
You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.
Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.
He kissed so nicely.
His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.
“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”
You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.
“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.
“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.
“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”
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You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.
Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.
They were a good bunch.
Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.
You might have been a little in love with him already.
“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.
“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.
Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.
It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.
“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.
“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.
“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.
“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.
After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.
“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.
“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.
“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.
“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.
“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.
It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.
“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.
“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”
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It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.
Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.
“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.
“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.
“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.
“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.
“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.
“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.
“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”
You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.
“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.
“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.
“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.
It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.
“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”
“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.
“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.
You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.
“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.
Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.
“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.
You sighed.
Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.
Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.
“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.
“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.
“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.
“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.
Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.
“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”
You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.
“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.
“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”
Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”
Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.
“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.
His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.
“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.
“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.
You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.
“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.
Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.
Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.
First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.
“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.
His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.
You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.
At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.
“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.
You screamed when you came.
Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.
“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.
Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.
You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.
“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”
“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.
“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.
The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.
“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.
You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.
“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.
Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.
“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.
“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.
“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.
The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.
You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.
“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.
Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.
“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”
“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.
“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.
Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.
“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”
“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.
“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.
“Same song still?”
“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”
“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.
“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.
“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.
“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.
“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”
Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.
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