#IDK WHAT IT IS I ALWAYS STARE AT STEVENS SHIRT WHEN YOU DRAW IT??

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

"shoutout to e for being patient zero" no probs matt! any day pal! 😁😁 (help me can somebody hear me please hel

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[meleuki]

Sleeping Arrangements

Duff Mckagan x Reader 

Warnings: SMUT, straight up sex lads. 

Word Count: 4,900+ 

Request: hey!! can I request duff smut but like where it’s the reader’s first time and she’s super nervous but duff is reassuring and gentle and stuff idk whatever you want really lol I really love your writing.

A/N: This is a fucking long one, and I'm so sorry it took me so long. I’ve now begun to work on the other requests, but alas, enjoy! Also @guns-n-crue cause duff ur main hoe.

"So, wait where am I sleeping?" Duff's kind voice pondered the arrangements that the rest of the band and I had just made for the night.

I had two spare mattresses set up in the lounge room, taken by Axl and Slash, the couch that sat next to the beds was already occupied by Steven, who had passed out not long after we'd gotten home from our night out. There was a spare bedroom on the ground floor, but with a single bed, and Izzy had been relieved to discover I had saved the secluded room for him to lay his head, but where would Duff sleep? I had a double bed up in my room, but surely he wouldn't want to sleep there.

"You have a double bed don't you?" Duff questioned, looking up the staircase to the upper floor before shrugging his shoulders, "I guess I'm sharing with you,"

I gulped, doing my best to calm my now raging nerves, "Y-yeah, I guess so,"

My heart began thumping rhythmically against my chest, speeding up anytime the thought of Duff in my bed appeared in my mind, being so close to him would be challenging for my body, I knew I'd ache to touch him, to press myself into the tall blonde's side as he wrapped his arms around me, but we were merely friends, and I merely had a crush on the bass player. A liking for him, that only Axl knew of, and that I hoped Duff would never learn about.

I quickly looked over at Axl, who looked more amused than anything. The mischievous smile that spread across his face as we made eye contact made my shoulders slump, he wasn't even going to try and get me out of the awkward situation, he was going to endorse it.

"Alright then, see you two in the morning," Axl chuckled, flinging himself back onto his bed, but not before giving me a knowing wink, dripping in suggestion.

I sighed at the red-head, quietly following Duff up the stairs and into the decently sized space that I called my room. Vinyls were stacked into a few boxes that had been pushed into the corner of my room, band posters took up a majority of the empty space of the white painted walls, some fairy lights hanging here and there. As I closed the bedroom door behind me, I took in the new decoration inside my room, sitting on my bed, slowly undressing himself - Duff. His chunky black boots thumped against the carpet as he chucked them to the end of the bed, next to be thrown off was his leather vest, followed by his fishnet shirt and then his denim jeans, till he was left in his boxers. I couldn't take my eyes away, the sight before me one I knew that I'd probably never get the chance to adore any other time than right now.

"Are you... just going to stand there?" Duff chuckled, standing up and making his way over to my vanity, sitting down to look over his face, "Or do I have to undress you?"

I froze, letting out an uncomfortable breathy laugh at Duff's words. I slowly began to slide my denim jacket off, letting it pool on the ground around my feet. The old band tee I was wearing came next, slowly slipping over the skin of my stomach before I lifted it over my head, letting it drop around my feet, joining the denim jacket. I froze as I heard Duff turn around in my vanity chair, his eyes falling on my half exposed body. I gulped nervously as his eyes roamed the entirety of my torso, soaking up the sight before him.

Duff stood up from the vanity, coughing awkwardly as he made his way over to my bed, sitting down on the edge, leaning his arms against his knees as he continued to look me over. His eyes raked over my body, devouring the eye candy before him.

"Um, Duff?" I questioned, my thumbs hooked in the sides of my jeans, my eyebrows furrowed curiously as I looked at the blonde man. Duff's eyes looked up from my legs, his brown eyes making contact with my shy orbs, glistening with nerves.

"Sorry, that wasn't right of me," Duff apologised, shaking his head at himself as he began to move the covers of the bed around, so he could shuffle himself under them comfortably. I almost sighed as he turned his back to me, I knew I wouldn't mind having him look me over as I got undressed, if I wasn't so conscious of my body and how it looked. I'd never been intimate with someone, the fear of them being quick to judge clouding my decision, always ending in me saying no and regretting it afterwards.

"Duff?" I took a step closer to the bed, crossing my arms over my stomach, looking down at my feet as he turned his body towards me.

"Yes?"

"Would you take my virginity if I asked?" I blurted out, squeezing my eyes shut as my nerves jumped about inside my body. I could feel the tension in the room rising, the feeling of Duff's eyes on me was overwhelming, even if I couldn't see him staring.

"Well," Duff began, "Are you asking?"

I opened my eyes slowly, unbuttoning my jeans as my eyes met his once again. I watched Duff as he sucked in a breath, standing up from the bed abruptly.

"Yeah, I am," I sighed, sliding my jeans over my hips and down my thighs, letting them collect into a heap around my ankles before stepping out of them. Duff made his way over to me, his eyes taking in the sight before him, now without restraint. I went to cover up my stomach again, almost regretting my decision to ask him as he looked me over; but his hands caught mine before I could wrap them around myself.

"Don't do that, you're beautiful,"

Duff moved one of his hands across my stomach, the leathery pads of his fingertips running across my skin smoothly- but he paused.

"I'm not the guy you want to do this," Duff's eyes met mine, "I'm not- I'm not- uh,"

Duff's hand fell away from me, retreating back to the side of his body. It felt like someone hit me in the gut, a straight cold punch to the abdomen. I could feel the pressure on my lungs as he slid himself back into the bed, sliding across the sheets until he was closest to the wall, his back turned to me. I was left in a sports bra and underwear, completely exposed, in a way I'd never been before. There was a man in my bed, and for the first time in forever, it was a man that I wanted to touch me all over and tell me how pretty I was, but that man wasn't going to dare lay a finger on me during the night.

Duff's breathing was heavy, I could see his back rising and falling with every breath as I crawled into bed next to him. I lied down closer to his body than I probably should have, my warm breath touching his bare skin each time I released any air.

"I'm cold," Duff started, "And you breathing on me isn't helping, (Y/N)."

There was a pause before I shimmied back in the bed a little, putting a few more centimetres of distance between us, but nowhere near enough to stop the feeling of my breathing against Duff's back.

"What're you playing at-" Duff went to speak, drawing his arms tighter around himself.

"If you come closer," I cut him off, pausing slightly as I thought about what to say, "The closer you are to me, the warmer you'll be."

Duff halted his movements, before flipping over completely, his arms shooting out to wrap themselves around my waist and pulling me flush against him. Our legs tangled together, my knee sliding between the heat of his thighs as my feet moved against his shins. I pressed my hands to his chest as he buried his face in the top of my head, inhaling deeply.

"Is this what you wanted?" Duff whispered, pulling his face away from my head and looking down at me. I peered up into his brown eyes, slowly moving my hand up to trace the heavy, tired bags that seemed to be weighing the muddy brown orbs down.

"Duff I want so much more than this," I paused as he closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of my fingers, "But if you don't want to, then it's okay, you don't have to."

Duff sighed, and I felt his fingers begin tracing shapes along my back, sliding up and down the skin slowly, like he was savoring the feel of it.

"It's not that I don't want you, I'm just not the right guy, I'm not-" Duff paused again, "I shouldn't, because I'm just some drunk and I want you to have someone that you deserve."

"Duff I want you to do it, no one else," I cupped his cheek with my hand as his eyes opened, staring down at me, "I trust you, with my everything. I trust that you'll be gentle, and I trust that you'll make me feel beautiful, and I believe you're the only one that could do that."

"Are you sure?" Duff's hands moved lower on my body, sliding across the skin of my hips, his fingers grabbing softly at the flesh.

"Yes," I let my hands slide to the nape of his neck, tangling my fingers in his messy, long hair. Excitement was building in the pit of my stomach. I could already feel it beginning to get slick between my thighs at the thought of what was to come next.

"Okay."

That was all it took, one word, one whisper of closure, and we were on one another. Duff's lips melted against mine, guiding me through the motions as he rolled on top of me, his hands grabbing at my hips with force. His mouth swallowed the sound of my moans, drinking them up like a sweet can of soda on a summer's day. I couldn't help but think we would wake the boys downstairs, but when Duff's hand travelled below the elastic of my panties, I knew I could care less. The feeling of his fingers circling over the one place I'd dreamt of him touching had me writhing against his body, hips bucking into his touch, silently yelling for more. My hands gripped at his shoulders as he slowly removed his hand from my panties, sliding his fingers along the insides of my thighs, my body quivering at the feel of his hands on me; extremely calloused, yet as soft and as gentle as feathers.

Duff’s head dipped down to the skin of my neck, his lips pressing airy light kisses against the warm flesh. His breath flowed between each kiss, making the hairs on my arms stand up stand up at the new sensation. My nerves were on fire, and even the feeling of Duff’s hip bones pushing against my inner thighs had my eyes rolling behind their curtains.

His hands played games along my exposed skin, teasingly slipping under the bottom hem of my sports bra before sliding back down to my waist, again and again - each time his fingers crept higher and higher up, till they were sliding gently over my nipples. I gasped as he began toying with them under the fabric of my bra, rolling them between his middle and pointer finger as his lips trailed up my chest and neck. Our mouths made contact once again, this kiss one hundred times hungrier than the last.

“What are you comfortable with?” Duff breathed out, his hands still busy with my breasts, kneading them in his hands as he broke the kiss for a second to speak.

“Anything,” Kiss, “as long as,” Kiss, “it’s gentle.”

“You got it,” Duff smiled against my mouth, “I’m going to make love to you.”

That sentence seemed to spark something inside my body, like a lick of flame to kindling - I could feel my body heating up. The heat spread from my stomach and chest throughout the rest of my body in waves, slowly producing a sheen of sweat that stuck to my skin. My hands grasped at Duff’s hair as he began trailing his hands down my body once again, his fingers pushing into my skin with enough force to make me hold my breath, but not nearly enough force to be painful. Duff lent back onto his calves, his hands moving my legs so each one was perched over his shoulders. His fingers traced shapes over my legs, his lips pressing little kisses against my knees as he leaned himself forward, revealing my lower half to him; the only form of privacy being the thin piece of cotton that covered my heat. I stared up at him expectantly, having very little experience as to what was to come next, nerves beginning their trek to overtake my certain mind, wavering my decisions like jelly.

One of Duff’s hands moved to grip my waist, his thumb stroking soothingly over the skin as he detected my sense of uncertainty.

“I’m gonna use my fingers on you, alright?” Duff slid his hand in a small window-wiper motion across my side, “You still okay with this?”

“Yes, I am,” I swallowed my anxieties, doing my best to shove them to the back of my mind. I wasn’t going to let my insecurities stuff it all up for me this time, especially with a guy like Duff, who I’d dreamed about for a very long time. I finally was being given a chance to receive the loving I’d always wanted, no way in hell was I just going to let my anxiety throw that away.

I sucked in a breath as Duff traced his fingers above my pantie line, giving it a second before diving down beneath the material. The calloused feel of his fingertips made my stomach jump. His middle finger dipped down lower, tracing the tip of his finger along my folds, occasionally pressing against my entrance, and then sliding back up again; all the while his thumb massaged my clit with expertise. Duff slid his middle finger down my slit once more, his finger slipping past my entrance, my mouth falling open slightly as he began to cautiously sheath his long finger within my walls. I clenched around him, the feeling of his fingers felt way better than my own, way better than any feeling anyone had been able to give me.

I reached my hand down to grasp at Duff’s wrist, causing him to pause in his actions as I whimpered out one single word; “More.”

Without hesitating, Duff reached his pointer finger down to join his middle, pulling his finger out of me, getting them slick with my arousal, only to push them both back in; harsher this time, a little bit rougher. My back arched slightly off the mattress at the feeling of being full, his fingers were touching places inside of me I didn’t know existed. He curled them, pressing them upwards against my walls, hitting a spot that made me cry out, my voice hoarse. Duff leaned down closer to my face, pressing his forehead against mine as my legs slid further down his arms. Sweet nothings and encouragements spilt from his pink lips, fuelling the fire in my stomach. His fingers moved at a leisurely pace, his hips pressing against my ass as it raised slightly from the bed. I gripped at the sheets of my bed, balling them up in my fists out of desperation to release some of the tension that was building like a wildfire in my stomach.

A high-pitched whine left my lips as Duff pulled his hand away from me. I would’ve cringed if I weren’t so invested in keeping his hands attached to my body. His eyes darted down to my clothed crotch, his mouth falling open slightly at the slick noises that sounded throughout the room as his fingers drew away from my arousal. His hands glided across the skin of my thighs, gripping them just above my knee and pulling them down from my shoulders before he leaned forward again, his bare torso pressing against mine. I moaned at the feeling of his weight on top of me, my hands moving to drag and tangle themselves through his blonde hair, attaching his lips to mine with a passion I didn’t know I possessed. A grunt of surprise echoed in Duff’s mouth as he welcomed my tongue into the kiss, flicking his own against my muscle. My lips grew tingly as we both continued our exploration of each other - my hands wandering down his chest and over the curve of his stomach and waist. I trailed my fingertips back up his body, scraping my nails over his shoulders, slowly reaching further down his back, pushing his body harder against mine. There was barely any space left between our bodies. I could feel our sweat mixing as we kissed, the hunger and lust for sex growing deep within our minds and filling the room with a tension that would be hard to re-invent. This was the raw desire of animal instinct running through our veins, and I was ready to let it take control.

Duff rolled his hips up into my crotch, rubbing the tip of his hard cock against my clit. A sharp breath entered my lungs as he detached his lips from my own, gyrating his member against me, painfully slow.

“Fuck…” Duff let out a breath of content, his jaw clenching shortly after the curse left his mouth, his eyes peering down at me, “You’re so beautiful… incredible.”

Duff’s head dropped down, his dirty blonde locks brushing softly against my forehead as he groaned, the sound coming from deep down in his throat. I raked my nails gently across his back, sliding them up and down the smooth skin. Whimpers and moans of my own released themselves from deep inside my throat, piercing the air like steel tipped arrows. Duff’s hands planted themselves next to my shoulders, pushing himself up above me. One of his hands lifted up from the sheets, trailing along the strap of my sports bra. Duff sat himself up, kneeling between my legs, his hands now both trailing along my bra, caressing the skin just underneath the hemmings. I moved my arms above my head, giving him the ok to take off the piece of clothing. I gasped as the cold air hit my nipples, hardening them into peaks. The sound of my bra hitting the floor somewhere distant in my ears. My panties were next - Duff wasting no time in hooking his fingers around the elastic and slipping them down my leg, tossing them to the side and leaving me completely bare beneath him.

“Are you going to take yours off?” I hooked my fingers underneath the edges of Duff’s boxers, giving the elastic a little tug before looking up at him.

“Not yet, I wanna taste you first,” Duff mumbled against my lips as he pressed his nose into the flesh of my cheek, hands slipping down on my body to grasp at my hips. My breath caught in my throat as Duff began to lower himself towards my now exposed heat, pepper-light kisses planted after each few centimetres his face hovered past. His lips pressed against my clit, his tongue flicking out not soon after to make me jump, my back arching up off the bed. I felt my hips roll forward towards Duff as I settled down; the feeling of his open mouth kisses against my wet slit making me sigh with satisfaction. The feeling of being loved so tenderly was so new to me, or maybe it’d just been so long since I’d felt it - ever yet, it was refreshing. I felt as if I was drinking the loveliest flame and letting it lick at the inside of my throat, my voice growing hoarse and desperate as Duff continued his actions on my sensitive bundle of nerves, wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly.

I whined as Duff pulled his face away from me, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand as his hazel eyes stared down at me. Something I couldn’t place my finger on rippled behind his eyes, they looked almost glassy as he looked over my body, soaking every inch of it into his memory. I sat up on the bed, leaning forward to attach my mouth to the skin just below Duff’s chest, sloppily kissing along the pale skin, savouring the taste of him on my tongue and the smell of him invading my senses, bringing me an overwhelming sense of calm.

“Lay back for me,” Duff held onto my hands as I drifted my back down onto the mattress, obeying his words, “Good girl.”

I raised my legs up, slipping them around Duff’s waist, pulling his crotch against mine softly. The material of his boxers soaked up the arousal dripping from my heat, leaving a dark patch against the underwear.

“Do you think you’re ready for me?” Duff slid his fingers along my cheek as he looked down at me, the strands of his blonde hair swaying gently over my face - almost ticklish. All I could manage in response was some enthusiastic nods and eager moans, never having been so needy for someone’s dick in my life. I reached my hand out to the side, coming in contact with the bedside tables draws. My hand scrambled for the draw handle, eventually gripping it and dragging the draw open as fast as I could. I heard the rattle of a few things being thrown around in the wooden compartment.

I saw Duff’s eyes dart to the draw, a chuckle leaving his lips, “Condoms, right.”

His hand disappeared out of sight for a few seconds, diving for one of the small, square packets that had been strewn across the top of a few notebooks. The small rip of plastic rung in the air, and I held my breath as Duff’s arm returned to his side, his left hand moving to help him shimmy his boxers down his legs - the piece of clothing soon joining mine on the floor. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock before my eyes, hovering above my core as he rolled the condom down his length. The nerves grew in my stomach as he placed one of his arms beside my head, the realization that this was really happening settling in my brain.

“Duff, wait I-,” I cut myself off, thickly swallowing as the blonde shifted his gaze from my arousal to my eyes, concern displaying itself clearly in the hazel orbs.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to, we don’t have to,” Duff sighed, moving his other hand up to stroke his fingers along my jaw, a soothing gesture that seemed to calm my nerves slightly; enough to clear my judgement of what was going on.

“I want to Duff,” I sighed, “Just-”

“Just what, baby? You’ve gotta communicate with me,” Duff cooed, his fingers continuing their caresses along my face.

“Could you kiss me through it please?” I mumbled, closing my eyes as Duff’s breathy laughter washed over the skin of my cheek.

“Whatever you need, honey,” Duff whispered, his lips pressing a kiss against my cheek after he finished talking. A trail of light pecks wandered over the flesh of my face, his mouth soon coming into blissful contact with mine. Distracting me from any disruptive thoughts, making me grow ever thankful at the fact that I had a guy like Duff to guide me through such a process.

I felt a slight nudge against my entrance, wincing as the head of Duff’s length slid itself inside me. The soft coos of Duff against my lips made me relax, and soon the feeling of him slowly slipping into me becoming welcome by my body. The feeling of being full was so new, yet so undeniably delicious. My gasps and sighs were being swallowed by Duff, our breath mixing as we kissed. I could faintly taste alcohol on his tongue, my mind wondering how long it had been since his lips wrapped around a bottle of vodka.

“Ah!” A cry left my lips as Duff’s hips snapped forward suddenly, completely sheathing himself inside of me. I could feel myself clenching around his cock, my eyes fluttering shut as the feeling of being completely and utterly full ran throughout my body.

“You okay?” Duff lightly grazed his lips across my forehead, whispering the words as calmly as he could.

I nodded, giving his neck a small squeeze as encouragement to continue, his hips immediately withdrawing from me, only to slip all the way back inside again. His hips stuttered as he made the first few thrusts, the feeling of my already tight walls clenching around him making it hard for him to maintain his composure. Eventually his rhythm grew steady as I stretched to accompany his size, the heat in my body growing hotter by the second. All I could feel was his body against mine - the sweat, the heat and the energy pouring out of our pores and contaminating each other with a lust that almost felt like rage, bubbling up inside of our stomachs and chests, constricting the pipes within our throats. It was an animalistic desire to get rid of this rage, an anger to finish what we had started, to reach our peaks. The very new feeling of Duff buried inside of me was uncomfortable, yet the man who sat above me was desperate for me to enjoy every moment of our time together. His hand slipped down between our bodies, clammy with sweat, and attached the tips of his middle and pointer finger to my clit. The sensation made me jolt, my body tensing as the pleasure I was now receiving helped make the awkward feeling of being full a little more bearable.

Duff’s thrusts set a slow, but heavy rhythm. The knot in my stomach was building as he continued to swirl his fingers around my bundle of nerves, his other hand pressing firmly into the mattress beside my head. I reached my hands up to tangle themselves in his hair, swiping a bead of sweat off his forehead before it had the chance to run down into his brow. My hips began moving on their own accord, rocking to the rhythm Duff had set, my mouth falling open as the head of his cock brushed against a certain spot inside me.

“Right there, huh?” Duff grunted, moving his hand from my clit to my hip. I could feel his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled my lower half up slightly.

Duff thrusted again, the same spot he hit before coming into contact with his length once more, much easier this time. I couldn’t help the choked noises that left my throat, or my fingers clawing at his shoulders as my eyes fluttered shut under his fiery gaze. His hips continued to work, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out through the bedroom as he hit that spot over and over again. My whole being was overwhelmed, the knot in my stomach growing tighter by the second. I couldn’t produce coherent words, a feeling all to unknown flowing through my veins. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me further into him as he continued to slip in and out of my heat, grunts and moans of appreciation for the feeling of my body leaving his lips in flurries. I clawed at his back, arching up into him as I cried out, feeling my orgasm approaching.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Duff didn’t slow down, his position staying the same, his voice almost desperate for me to finish, “Come all over my cock, come on.”

I whined, throwing my head back and letting out a loud cry of satisfaction as the knot in my stomach unravelled, my release flowing out over Duff’s length. I could feel Duff grunting into my neck, his sweet words and encouragement guiding me through my euphoria as he kept thrusting into me, working towards his own high as well as elongating mine. It wasn’t long before Duff’s hips halted, twitching ever so slightly as he came, biting down into my shoulder.

We sat like that for a few minutes, tangled in each other's embrace and silently going over everything that had just happened. My hands traced along Duff’s jaw, his forehead pressed against mine, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I’d never seen him look so peaceful or at home, it was almost like he’d drifted into a state of complete serenity, and I felt empowered by the fact that he’d found it buried inside me.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Duff whispered, his aura not shifting in the slightest.

“I did, thank you,” I closed my eyes, leaning up and placing my lips gently against Duff’s. It seemed the most proper way to give him a seal of approval and gratitude, putting my lips back on his just made sense. My heart fluttered as I felt the pressure of him kissing me back, shivers running down my spine as if I’d just walked outside on a fresh winter morning.

“Good,” He sighed.

[iwantutobehapppier]

You Belong

This is a sequel to my story, Just Ask. Next parts can be found here: Mine, A Habit and Convalesce 

Pairing: Jealous!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: In between missions you and your fellow former Avenger fugitives take a break to celebrate Steve’s 100th birthday in Wakanda. However Steve does not appreciate the growing friendship between you and Bucky.

Warnings: Language, Dark!Steve, Jealous!Steve, light choking, Possessive!Steve, rough sex, oral, unprotected sex. 18 and older only, do not read if under the age of 18. This isn’t for everyone, if any of these situations bother you please read no further.

Word Count: 4,938

A/N: This is pretty much just minimal plot to get to Smut. Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs of part one. The overwhelming support from last week has been amazing! Truly cannot thank you all enough. The writing has definitely improved in this one as I get back in the groove of writing. This one takes place before infinity war by idk a few months? Haha. Enjoy!

July 1st 2018

Steve was the last to board the Quinjet with the most recent mission completed, he ripped the com from his ear, his eyes on you until he walked past, clearly unhappy with you.

“Set a course for the safe house Sam,” Steve ordered patting Sam on the shoulder, Sam looked up giving a nod followed by “You got it Rogers,” and began course as instructed. You couldn’t help the frown that fell on your face, is that how he wanted you to act too? Steve turned to the back of the jet, his eyes narrowing in on you sitting in between Wanda and Natasha. The two of them were quietly talking trying to draw you into conversation in attempt to break the growing tension.

Steve practically stomped until he was in front of you, folding his arms over his stealth suit chest piece he looked down at you with increasing annoyance. Raising an eyebrow you waited for him to start in.

“How many time do I have to remind you that you can’t just go on your own? We are a team, we do this together or we don’t do it at all.” he forced an even tone. Natasha watching with a smirk, she often said the two of you were her best entertainment in between the missions. Wanda was rolling her eyes knowing he was over reacting because it was you while Sam continued watching the sky, he was less than thrilled at your behavior as well.

“I was the only one nearby and had I not intervened those civilians would have been dead.” You stood up placing your hand on your hips, the defiant stance not lost on his part, you could see his jaw clench and nostrils flare.

“They only got a few good hits in before the threat was dealt with, right?” His eyes were slits his hands balled into fists against his chest. It was clear his body language sending the red flag that you were one wrong step from a fight in front of the team.

“Next time communicate to your team instead of putting yourself in a risky situation without an escape plan.” He gritted between his teeth turning away from you to lean over Sam as neared the safe house. He was trying hard to quell is temper in front of everyone but you knew this argument was far from over.

You didn’t want to fight with him again, but it felt like he didn’t trust your judgment lately. If any of the others had done what you did there would be no discussion outside of if they were okay after the dust settled. With you there was this underlining message ‘you’re reckless, a danger and unhelpful’ and it was hard not to fight back each time. You had been fighting for S.H.E.I.L.D. while he was still sleeping beauty, how dare he treat you like you were new to the battle front.

Taking a deep breath you tried to distract yourself by talking to Wanda and Natasha, missing the softening worried look Steve gave looking back at you.

- 3 Days later -

You looked in the mirror trailing your fingers along the deep marks Steve left on your chest and up your neck that were clearly on display in the low dipped elegant dress you had on. It was Steve’s 100th birthday and T'Challa who had already kindly provided you all housing when you randomly visited in the past was also hosting the celebration.

“How am I going to cover these up?” Just as you spoke there was a knock at the door to the bedroom you shared with Steve.

Opening the door you saw Wanda and Natasha both dressed up for the celebration, their reaction clear when they saw the marks. Normally you were in your stealth suit that had a high collar or one of your many basic t-shirts that did a good job hiding them. Wanda gasped placing hand in front of her mouth and Natasha tried to unsuccessfully smoother a laugh. You huffed.

“You two going to just stare or give me some good concealer to cover this all up.” Natasha didn’t stifle her laughter this time.

“Come on lets cover up your ‘battle’ wounds” Natasha offered raising her eyebrows suggestively.

-

You were caught up chatting with Wanda and Natasha when people erupted in cheer at Steve entering the banquet hall with Bucky. The cheer brought large genuine smile to his face. Bucky placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder smiling as well, though he appeared a bit on edge, more than likely about the large crowd.

You slipped away from the main group, heading towards one of the bar areas set up around in the stylish banquet hall. Steve looked around for you and frowned when he saw you walking away, his brow furrowed noticing the startling lack of marks on your skin.

Continuing your way to the bar you couldn’t get over the kindness of T'Challa letting Steve celebrate his birthday here with his comrades and longest friend as well. You ordered your regular drink of choice and turned away from the bar, resting back on your elbows against the bar top. Your fellow outlaws were there along with some civilians Steve had befriended on their short stays in Wakanda.

You smiled softly, looking for the birthday boy. Seeing him chatting along with Natasha and random people made you happier. When his eyes found yours lingering on him he gave you a knowing look tapping at his neck. You felt nervousness take you over; you knew covering up the marks while the professional thing to do would not please him. The two of you still heated about the fight from last mission, you just wanted to look nice for his birthday.

His concentration on you broken as a new person came up to give him well wishes and chat. You quickly turned around downing your drink in attempts to calm your frazzled nerves.

As the celebrations began you found yourself at Steve’s side his arm wrapped around your waist keeping you folded into his side. You would look up at him from time to time a he conversed, amazed at seeing this side of him. It reminded you of the old Captain America friendly golden retriever demeanor he would have. Sometimes he would catch you looking at him and stare down at you, the telling darkness swirling in his ocean blue eyes bringing a shiver down your back. He pulled you flush to his chest the last time he caught you staring at him, his mouth against your ear you couldn’t help the fluttering in your stomach as his grip tightened around you.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to mark you in ways no make-up would be able to cover.” The next moment M'Baku walked up and Steve’s entire attitude shifted back, bringing you to his side once more, his grip loosened. You made an excuse to use the restroom and needing to calm yourself down from his words and touch.

When you were on your way back from the restroom you heard a hushed male voices and what sounded like your name coming from the men’s restroom. Quieting your steps you leaned against the wall, listening in you picked up it was Sam and Bucky having a very heated discussion.

“She doesn’t listen, and puts everyone at risk. I see it distracting Steve on missions. He can’t focus if she’s out there doing whatever she wants. He’ll scold her but then she does it again a few missions later,” Sam’s voice exasperated.

“From what Steve’s told me she was a S.H.E.I.L.D. operative for a long time. She may not be a soldier but-” Bucky was coming at your defense, not that you two were enemies but there wasn’t a solid connection between the two of you either, the luxury of time severally lacking in your life to make said connection.

“That’s just it! She’s not, she’s always been on her own or with the Avengers with all those extra powers to make up for her impulse control,” you felt a punch in your gut. So that was how he felt; you subconsciously chewed on your bottom lip, was it what Steve thought too?

“I’m telling you Sam this isn’t something to push Steve on. She is one of the best things that has happened to him.” Bucky’s words almost soothing the pain from Sam’s.

“She’s going to get herself killed or worse Steve killed when he tries to save her,” You caught yourself before the pained gasp escaped your lips, his words were like an ice grip in your chest.

“I’ll tell you one more time, coming from me, you have to listen Sam. The last time I saw Steve this at peace was back in 1936.” The year held significance to Steve’s life but you couldn’t find yourself able to recall anything too consumed in the pain this conversation was causing you. “If you push this I doubt you’ll like the outcome.” Bucky’s words heavy with warning and unknown consequences.

You heard Wanda call out your name, your eyes widening hoping the gentlemen in the restroom didn’t hear it but the unlocking of the men’s room told you otherwise.

“They’re bringing out the cake!” You speed walked to Wanda, not daring to see the men behind you walk back out in the main hall. You stopped yourself behind Steve, shakily taking his hand in yours not willing to move further into the fold of celebration. Steve squeezed your hand looking back at you. Forcing the best smile you could at him, his brow slightly creasing as he picked up something was not right. Before he could push the subject further they rolled out the cake.

“Happy Birthday dear Steven, happy birthday to you!” the small group sang together off key. Steve laughing, holding his chest at the large cake with 100 candles lit emitting heat even you felt standing behind him.

When he took a huge breath and blew out all 100 candles everyone cheered, Bucky coming up on his other side slapping Steve on the back making a comment about him being full of hot air.

You found yourself back at the bar ordering another drink not too longer afterwards, you downed it and ordered a double; the bartender eyeing you wearily as he made another. You began to drink the double in large gulps ignoring the burn when you heard a voice from behind you.

“You better watch out or you’ll be sloshed before you even get a piece of cake.” Bucky slid next to you at the bar.

You hmed non-committal while signaling the bartender for another round.  When you went to reach for the new drink Bucky placed his hand over the drink looking down at you.

“Come on, don’t be stupid.” he looked at you knowingly. Oh he knew alright, knew you were a liability to Steve, knew you were not needed here, and knew you would only get everyone hurt.

“Shut up tin man,” you replied pulling your fourth drink of the night, third one in a row to yourself this time nursing instead of chugging it back.

He chuckled at you shaking his head lightly.

“I get the appeal, you know? You’ve got this fire in you that’s just begging to be tamed.” he muttered. Your eyes narrowed, how much had Steve shared with him about you?

You continued nursing your drink choosing silence as your strategy not trusting anything kind to leave your lips in your current state. Warm fuzziness began to crawl from the liquor in your belly to your head.

“You know he used to put news papers in his shoes to be taller? He was a scrawny little fucker,” You snickered, feeling yourself unwind at the image of pre-serum Steve filling his shows with news paper every morning. There was a part of him you longed to know more about, and this man, he knew him.

“But scrappy, he never said no to a fight, not caring if he’d win or not and let me tell you he rarely did win,” Bucky continued. The two of you started going back and forth with Steve stories as you kept drinking the comparing and contrasting the variable ways Steve would respond and the typical ways he would. You could feel the dark cloud lifting and your mood improving more and more.

“He can do this all day, right?” Bucky laughed as you mimicked Steve’s voice. You joined in placing your hand on his left shoulder but jerked away causing Bucky to still.

“I’m sorry-” he interrupted you. “It’s okay.” You nodded placing your hand back with slight trepidation. Neither of you noticing Steve’s twisted face watching the two of you through most of your interaction as he played good Birthday Boy talking with everyone.

“He can though, especially when protecting those he loves. Right?” He looked at you with a certain level of softness you hadn’t seen from him except when with Steve. There was so much history between the two of them how could you ever understand that relationship, did you even want to?

“What happened in 1936?” You hated how puny and needy you sounded asking. Looking at Bucky his face seemed to drop, as if he was far away in some memory.

“His mom passed, after that all he could think about was joining the military.” His voice was even toned but you could tell there was a lot unsaid there. You pulled your hand back from him, looking in your half filled glass trying hard to piece everything you were feeling together but the alcohol was making it hard to focus on any one of them for long.

You idly noticed the party had died down, you never got a piece of cake you couldn’t help the pout you gave, and it looked so good too. How long had the two of you been talking?

“About what Sam said-” but he never finished what he said instead Steve came over, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind, his hand protectively resting on your lower abdomen causing you to blush a deep scarlet at such an intimate touch in public.

“What is my best friend and best girl talking about?” His tone was less than pleased. You knew this tone and touch, he was jealous.

“You Steve,” you turned to face him smiling brightly trying to calm the storm building beneath him. You didn’t want to have this fight, not after everything that you’ve heard today.  

“Yeah man, what else do we have in common but you?” Bucky supported your claim.

Steve gave a curt nod, taking the truth but his grip did not relax around you.

Natasha sauntered up to the three of you. “The party is continuing elsewhere if you three would like to enjoy the evening instead of this intense but I’m sure thrilling staring competition.”

“I think I’ll join in,” Bucky was the first to speak, and then looked at Steve expectantly. “Birthday boy?”

Steve shook his head, “No I think we’re going to retire for the night, I am 100 after all. So are you Buck, don’t go too hard.” He winked at him.

“Let’s go home,” Steve commanded more than suggested to you and given how the drinks were mixing in your head you gave no protest, letting him drag you back but not before he hugged Bucky farewell and you waved to Natasha who wiggled her eyebrow suggestively with a wave.

-

It was eerily silent in the elevator as you two made your way up. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol causing you to sway.  Your eyes caught Steve’s, you couldn’t help but smile at his rugged look, hair longer than you’d ever seen on him and a full beard you loved feeling against your skin. You pressed your body up against him; instinctively he wrapped his arms around your back, gently cupping your butt with one hand.

“Bucky is nice,” you muttered out randomly. Steve’s face was hard looking down at you his grip tightening, instantly regretting your words.

He pushed you against the wall of the elevator slamming both hands on each side of your head, the sound of the metal being hit with his strength nearly deafening. He sneered at you as you whimpered.

“I’m sure you’d know since you ignored me most the night to talk to him.” Bending his head down, eyes at your level this was somehow more intimidating and starting to piss you off. “It wasn’t his birthday party was it?” the condescending tone broke your resolve to night fight with him today.

The elevator stopped and you ducked out from under the cage of his arms making your way out, you turned your head slightly back to him, “Maybe if the birthday boy actually paid attention to me instead of using me as arm piece I wouldn’t had to find better company for the evening.” The snarl that followed had you making your way quickly to the front door, knowing he was hot on your tail after that comment.

You were past the front door and half way down the hall to the bedroom when you heard him slam the front door with a force that caused the wall to shake so much you could hear the rattling of wall decoration. You were thankful the others had continued to party into the night.

Just as your hand touched the bedroom door knob his hand was on top of yours stilling it, pushing his front up against your back until you were plastered to the door. His breath was heavy in your ear.

“If he was such good company why didn’t you go with him instead of me?”

“You didn’t give me a choice to do so, Captain.” You popped the p of the one word you hadn’t called him since Siberia. He was nearly frothing at the mouth in anger when he shoved the bedroom door open. You would have fallen face first if he hadn’t quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He swatted your ass hard making his way into the connected bathroom. He sat you down on the counter and spread your legs apart pushing his pelvis directly against you, ensuring you could feel his growing arousal. Standing in-between your legs he began to wet a rag.

“What are you-”

“Shut up,” his tone was harsh enough to pull you from the alcohol haze.

“You wore this tantalizing dress showing so much of your irresistible skin but hiding the most beautiful part.” He began to wipe along your neck and chest. You swore you heard him purr while uncovering his love marks.

“Then you talk, laugh and touch Bucky most of the night. Ignoring me.” He gripped you by the back of your neck jerking your head up to him. His lips ghosted over yours and an uncontrollable whimper left your lips as you tried to reach for his lips but he pulled your head back.

“Oh no no doll face. Do you think you can just kiss and make this better?” he taunted you. Annoyed at his denial and frustrated with his controlling you couldn’t help but feed the fire burning between you two. “Maybe I should go find Bucky, think he will kiss me?”

His eyes were nearly solid black, snarling at you he took you by the back of your neck and slammed you against the bathroom wall directly behind him. He bunched your dress up around your waist and when he went to pull your underwear off his eyes went wide then narrowed dangerously the lack of clothing. You face flushed hot at embarrassment and arousal of his behavior.

Without a word he began to run slow circles against your clit with his thumb and teasing your entrance with his pointer and middle fingers.

“Is that what you want?” His taunting tone making you struggle against him. He pushed his body flush against yours stilling your movement as his fingers dripped inside you.

“Want me to show you who you belong to?” He whispered in your ear and you closed you eyes at the wet noises emitting from his attention clearly giving away your desire.

“Did you forget you were mine?” thrusting his fingers inside you and increasing his pressure on your clit a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Oh your body knows who it belong to,” he chuckled at you, feeling the vibrations against your breasts. Steve’s beard rubbed against your neck in the most delightful way, you felt yourself whimpering and losing control to the sensations.

“Do you think anyone could make you feel this way doll face?” He pulled his hands from you and lifted your dress off your body, you raising your hands without any protest, too drunk on the feeling to fight his words or actions. He fell to his knees in front of you, pulling one leg over his shoulder you could hear him inhale deeply.

“No one knows what you truly need but me.” He raised one hand, rolling and pulling one of your nipples in between his fingers while interchanging to massaging the whole breast as well. Trailing his other hand along your inner thigh of raised leg, he smirked looking up at you, and the sinful way his blown pupils shined at you sent a shiver up your spine. “Only I can make you feel this way.”

With that he dipped his head down and lapped from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit where he began to gently suck whilst tracing patterns along it with the tip of his tongue, his beard rubbing against your thighs, you threw your head back gasping out his name thighs shaking at the utter intesnity.

He pulled your other leg over his shoulder with his free hand, purely supporting your weight on his shoulder; bringing the hand to your entrance he shoved three fingers in, and spreading them apart as much as he could.

You gripped his hair between your fingers, trying to pull his head up. He grunted against your force, trailing his hand from your breast to around your neck but applying no pressure. Your pulling stopped instead you began to pull his shirt up, once his bunched up enough you began to drag you fingernails into his back.

He chuckled against you at your instant compliancy, the vibrations causing whimpers and moans to fall from your mouth. As if rewarding your good behavior he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you roughly. Your moans rose in volume, you could feel the tightening in your abdomen; suddenly he stopped, pulling his head back you looked down at him in confusion.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, because that’s where you belong.” He rose up to his feet, forcing you to stand up on weak knees.  Desperate for his promised words you began to unbutton his checkered long sleeve shirt working to get it off in frenzy, while he undid his pants, pulling them and his briefs down in one movement. Your hands slid up his undershirt, bunching it at his chest and pulling off. Without missing a moment he hooked one of your legs around his waist, you held on to his shoulders as you wrapped the other leg around.

He held you at your waist pressing your back against the wall. He looked you in the eyes before smashing his lips against yours, devouring your mouth you moaned as your tongues met. He controlled your waist, rubbing your slit along his cock that stood up straight, flushed against his lower abdomen.

“Steve please,” You begged him; desperate to feel the release you knew he could give. He took your hand and placed it around the base of his cock.

“Show me where you belong doll face.” your eyes widened, and hesitantly you lined him up with your slick entrance. Using his grip on your waist he pulled you down onto him, you both groaned out in unison.

“You feel that? The way you stretch so perfectly around me,” painstakingly he moved you down until you were at the base.“Every time I think you will surely break.” He panted against your neck

He held your legs and began to thrust up into you, leisurely, enjoying the way you it felt as he pulled himself almost all the way out but loving it when he couldn’t control himself and quickly pushed all the way in.

“But you take it so well, you crave this cock. Don’t you?” his voice wavering at the pleasure.

“Yes,” You cried out, your head lulling to the side as the pace picked up. He groaned, burying his head in your neck he pounded into you. Panting so hard your hair moved with each breath out as he chased that release.

You whimpered out his name feeling yourself begin to fall of the precipice.  He groaned your name back to you, his tempo increasing; you could feel the bruises you would have tomorrow on your lower back being pushed against the wall each time.

It didn’t matter though, none of it did except him, there between your legs, in your life, giving you life. You clung to him as you came around his pounding cock. His pace became erratic and you could feel him swelling inside of you.

He whispered your name, feeling him flood you.

-

When you finally opened your eyes that following morning Steve was laying fully dressed on his stomach arms folded under his head staring at you. He’s eyes brightened when you caught his gaze.

“Good morning,” his voice was soft and gentle causing you to avert your gaze at the feelings it brought you.

“Natasha and Sam have new intel for us, shower and we’ll meet to discuss,”

“Shower with me?” You offered with a sly smile.

“Oh doll face I would, but we both know it wouldn’t be just a shower. That why I took mine before you woke up.” you pouted at him rising to your feet.

“I can’t help myself when you’re wet and naked, it is too tempting.” Licking his lips as starred at you, his eyes lingering on your back side fighting the temptation. He swatted your ass and chuckled at your squeal.

You dried yourself off after a lonely shower feeling your thoughts wander back to last night at the party. Sam’s words only echoed what you had feared Steve felt recently. Numbly you made your way into the bedroom and got dressed, ignoring Steve as he watched your pensive face with growing concern.

“Let’s get going, we may have to ship out soon for this one from what Natasha was saying.” Steve trying to rush you teetering the line of not pushing too hard. He knew you like to take your time in the mornings.

“I shouldn’t go,” you spoke softly while pulling your shirt over your bra.

Steve stood up from the bed and pulled you to look at him; he pulled his his bottom lip between his teeth with worry at your words.

“It’s important to have the team together on these missions. You know that.”

“You don’t trust me so what does it matter?” He blinked slowly, his brain trying to shift gears given your statement and the levity of it.

“How could you even say that? I trust you with the most secret parts of myself, doll face.” his eyes moving around your face trying to get some kind of clue as to what was going on in that head of yours.

“Then why do you fight with me after almost every mission. Why is it always I’m wrong for doing the right thing just because it could or does get me hurt?” He sighed and pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. You could feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Your independence scares me.” he pulled back a bit to look you in the eyes again, “If it was anyone else I would be fine with your quick thinking but it’s you,”

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I couldn’t live without you.” he finished; you averted your gaze at the last statement. Making you uncomfortable to think his whole world hinged on you.

“Don’t say things like that,” he pulled your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him once more. “You get so mad at me and we keep fighting.”

“If it seems like I’m mad at you more than anything I’m mad at myself for letting you be in a situation where you have to make those choices.” He couldn’t blame himself, you shook your head.

“Steve it’s our line of work. That cannot be helped,” you tried to reason with him. He held your face between both his hands, fingers splayed across your face.

“You mean everything to me, you and Buck are it. I will always worry and watch over you. Nothing will change that.“ His words were warm but firm with a resolve you knew you couldn’t break.

“Okay, Okay. I get it. I just,” you paused “Try to see things my way before you get mad next time?” His face lit up with a bright smile at your acceptance, kissing you gently conveying his love through such a tender moment.

He pulled away. “I make no promises.”

[dr-gloom]

I See The Light

Summary: Based on the prompt “I always hear you singing on your balcony (below mine) every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?” from this post

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Prinxiety

Words: 1,949

Tags/Warnings: Human AU, singing, idk what else uh, self deprecation?, Disney songs, some swearing

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“I have often dreamed of a far off place Where a great, warm welcome would be waiting for me Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face And a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be”

Virgil’s ears perked up as he listened through the open glass door to his balcony. It sounded like his neighbor was singing again. It was almost always a Disney song, sometimes just a sappy romantic love song. Today it seemed to be the former. Virgil found himself turning his TV off and wandering onto his balcony, sitting in the lone chair and listening to the smooth voice of his neighbor below. 

“I know ev'ry mile will be worth my while I would go most anywhere to feel like I belong I am on my way, I can go the distance I don't care how far, somehow I'll be strong”

Virgil thought about the melancholy undertones to this song, and he wondered if the singer thought of the same things when he sang this song. Virgil somehow doubted it; the man didn’t seem like the type to be cynical or a pessimist. It was just as well, he thought, because if the other was then he probably wouldn’t be singing Disney every morning on his balcony. Virgil would miss that, though how could you miss something if it never started in the first place? 

That was two months ago. Virgil sat on his couch, the glass door open like it was every morning, but he hadn’t heard that smooth and charismatic voice in a month and a half. He found himself hoping today he’d hear it, that the other had simply been sick, or on a trip, not... Whatever this was. Was he sick of singing? Did he get self-conscious? Did he sing inside, with the door closed now? Had he realized that Virgil sat outside listening to him and gotten creeped out? God, he hoped not. Virgil picked at the seam poking out of the arm of his shitty thrift-store couch; his token nervous habit. His neighbor was probably singing in his apartment where he wouldn’t be stalked by strangers. 

Yet... Virgil couldn’t help being worried about him. He wanted to make sure the other wasn’t seriously injured or something. But he couldn’t just... Go downstairs and knock on his door, could he? He shakes his head, knocking his headphones crooked off his left ear. He stands, making sure his phone is still in his pocket before heading into his room and grabbing a piece of paper and looking around for some kind of string before finding an old pair of sneakers and grinning. He didn’t wear them anymore because the bottoms were so worn his sole was peaking out at the front, but he didn’t want to throw them out because they had drawings all over them. He picks them up, takes the shoelaces out and ties them together, then grabs a sharpie and heads back to the couch. 

Virgil taps the sharpie against his bottom lip in thought for a good few minutes, every idea quickly being discarded. 

Too stupid. 

Too weird. 

That’s just creepy. 

Is that too suggestive or something?

Finally he settles for  I always hear you singing on your balcony (below mine) every morning, but you’ve stopped. Are you okay? then he gently pokes a hole in the paper and loops the shoelace through it, walking onto his balcony and lowering the paper until it’s dangling about head-height in front of the balcony below his. He ties the end he’s still holding to the railing of his balcony, makes sure the paper is still there, then goes back inside, shutting his door. He takes out his phone and checks the time, then makes himself a late breakfast before heading to work.

When Virgil comes home that night, he’s virtually forgotten about his downstairs neighbor, the singing, and his note. He flops down onto the couch with a tired sigh, rubbing his face as he searches for the remote and puts on Steven Universe. He goes into the kitchen and heats up some leftover spaghetti before sitting back in his spot and eating silently. He fucking loves Garnet, wow. Just. Queen. He’s partway into his third episode of the night when someone knocks on his door, and for a moment he thinks he’s just hearing things, or maybe there’s rats in the walls, so he ignores it. When it happens again a moment later, he glances over at his door, his chest feeling a little funny. 

No one ever knocks on his door. No one ever comes to pay him a visit. Not even his old college-roomy-turned-friend Patton knows where he lives. Virgil hesitantly gets up, setting the long-empty plate on the couch and slowly making his way to the door. There’s the sound of shuffling on the other end, and whoever’s on the other side starts knocking again just as Virgil gets there. He ignores the voice in his head telling him to just leave it, it’s a stranger, it could be a robber and opens the door. Standing in the hallway with his fist raised in the air is a stranger,  looking mildly surprised in possibly the weirdest outfit Virgil has ever seen someone wear outside of a movie set - I mean, seriously? A prince outfit? And what’s with the sash? - and perfectly styled hair. The stranger quickly composes himself, lowering his hand and smiling warmly at Virgil, who’s openly staring and feeling increasingly awkward in his black sweats and My Chemical Romance shirt. 

“So ah..” Virgil’s eyes widen. Oh shit. Oh fuck. It’s the guy that lives below him. Virgil mentally kicks himself; what did he expect to happen? The mystery singer would write a note back and they’d just become best friends, communicating through a shoelace and a piece of paper? And now he was here to yell at Virgil, to tell him what a creep he was and demand he leave him be. The singer rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly, holding Virgil’s note in the other hand and glancing at him with slight embarrassment (why is he embarrassed?). “I found your note...” 

Virgil nods mutely. He can’t get his voice to work, can’t bring himself to speak to this embarrassingly attractive - if strange - man before him. The singer doesn’t seem to have a problem carrying the conversation, though. “I hadn’t realized anyone could actually hear me. I mean, not that I mind, after all I’m used to singing in front of crowds, but... I’m sorry I worried you, I’m alright.” He flashes Virgil a megawatt smile, and Virgil has to look down at the dingy carpet between their feet. 

“That... That’s good to hear.” He mumbles, picking at the hem of his hoodie sleeve. “Why... Why’d you stop?” Virgil didn’t know why he asked. He shouldn’t have asked, that was stupid, it wasn’t any of his business. The singer didn’t seem angry though. “Oh! Well you see, I got the lead in a musical - I don’t want to overdo it and cause vocal fatigue before we’ve even made it to tech week!” So that explained the clothes, he guessed. “I’m Roman.” The man, Roman, holds out his hand, and Virgil takes it with a light grip, surprised when Roman returns it with one five times as sure and shakes it. “Ah... Virgil.” Roman’s smile brightens at that and he nods. “A handsome name! If you wouldn’t mind me being so forward, Virgil, would you like to accompany me to dinner?” 

Virgil’s heart sinks a little bit. He had such bad timing. “Oh, I uh... I just ate.” 

Roman is undeterred. “Coffee, then!”

Virgil bites his lip, studying Roman’s face. This wasn’t all some elaborate plan to make Virgil feel comfortable around him before tearing into him... was it? Virgil shook his head; he was being ridiculous. “Yeah, coffee sounds good.” 

“Excellent!” Roman holds his arm out and Virgil flushes slightly, grabbing his wallet and keys beside the door and hooking his other arm with Roman’s before locking his door behind him. “You know, shouting puts stress on your vocal folds too.” Roman laughs, the sound full and hearty, entirely contagious (but Virgil manages to just smile). “I suppose you have a point. However!” He flourishes with his free arm. “I am a performer, I cannot be subdued!” Virgil rolls his eyes, but his smile doesn’t leave for the rest of the night.

Virgil leans on the railing of his balcony, watching the sun finish rising in the sky. He wasn’t usually one for waking up insanely early, but he supposed dating Roman meant some of his habits would rub off on him. He found a smile forming on his lips and the strange urge to sing. What was it he’d just said about habits?

“All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been

“Now I'm here blinking in the starlight Now I'm here suddenly I see Standing here it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be”

Virgil blushes slightly, thinking of the day he’d really met Roman. That blindingly-bright smile directed at him. And it always had been, since that night.

“And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see you”

Virgil hears the door to Roman’s balcony open, and he sucks in a breath. Roman’s never heard him sing, what if he thought he was bad at it? Roman was so much better - he did it professionally! But instead of a snarky comment or criticism, he hears the fluid counterpart of Flynn’s verse.

“All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time never truly seeing Things, the way they were

“ Now he's here shining in the starlight Now he's here suddenly I know If he's here it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go”

Virgil blushes when he notices the pronoun change. Well, if he was being honest with himself he felt like this song pretty accurately described his relationship with Roman, from his life before they met up to how he felt now. They sing the next line together.

“And at last I see the light”

Roman leans on the railing of his balcony. “And it’s like the fog has lifted”

“And at last I see the light”

Virgil looks out at the fading sunrise. “And it’s like the sky is new”

“And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything is different Now that I see you”

After a moment of calm silence, Roman leans over the edge of his balcony and looks up at Virgil with a grin. “Sadpunzel, Sadpunzel, let down your hair.” Virgil rolls his eyes and smiles. Of course he would joke at a time like this. 

“You have a key, I’m pretty sure it’d be safer and easier to just climb the stairs.” 

Roman pouts and disappears, presumably to come up the stairs to Virgil’s apartment. Virgil laughs softly and heads inside, shutting the glass door gently. He felt like he was living a completely different life now; same face, same apartment, same job, but everything was brighter and kinder and the world was full of more life than Virgil had ever thought it could be. 

“Now that I see you”

A/N: fuck Tumblr for making me think of spaghetti all damn day

Also Virgil going to all that trouble to make sure someone is okay without having to see them face-to-face is such a Mood(tm)

My headcanon for Virgil’s singing voice is something like the first voice in this video (honestly i just think he’d be slightly higher-pitched than Roman? ((dont listen to the whole thing - flynns voice will give you nightmares)))

Wow! I was totally just gonna write something painfully short and sweet, but then the idea for their duet came to me and I couldn’t resist. Also, by that point they’ve been dating for... At least five months? Six? Really honestly just A While(tm)

A little Character Analysis: Roman is singing Somewhere I Belong in the beginning because he’s been having a hard time finding work, and with how flamboyant and amazing he is, many big-city people are put off by him. He has a few good friends, but honestly he feels like a little fish in a big pond, so to speak.