#and House knows that Wilson is gonna throw up before he gives up

[househrt]

there should have been an episode of House M.D. where the cast go to a theme park for plot reasons and then it's half a montage of them going on rides and half some random medical mystery unfolding at the park

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x Reader (no pronouns used)

SUMMARY — James comes home just in time to help with dinner

WARNINGS — one almost dirty joke

NOTE — This is a request from the winner of my fic lottery @anayame The concept was so cute to write and I hope you like it!

Middle picture credit goes to @shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey

It had been a while since James could confidently say he had come home to the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. The sound of onions sizzling and sauces bubbling was like a fanfare welcoming and inviting him into the space. 

“Hey, you got back home just in time,” he heard your voice call from the kitchen. “I need an extra pair of hands, get in here.” 

“Normally when people say that it means the food is already finished cooking,” James teased, after having taken off his shoes and rolled up his sleeves so that you could put him to work. 

“And let you miss out on this fun?” you scoffed. “No way.” 

“Where do you need me?” he asked, coming to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Cause I’m more than happy to just keep doing this.” 

“Ease up, lover boy,” you chuckled. “Steak needs searing and I know how particular you get about your perfect medium.” 

“Steak, are we celebrating?” he asked. 

“Yes, the fact that you made it home on time for dinner,” you looked over at him to gauge his reaction and he couldn’t fight back a smile and shook his head. 

“How was work?” he asked, side-stepping your comment. 

“My arch-nemesis is an eight-year-old named Justin, how do you think work went?” you asked and James laughed at your response. “I’m kidding, it was alright, Justin has a cold so he wasn’t in class today.” 

“I’m excited to come in for career day and meet all these eight-year-olds that occupy every story you tell,” he said. “Who knows, maybe Justin will like me.” 

“I doubt it, he only likes his friend Asante and even then sometimes Asante still gets caught up in his whirlwind. Kind of like you and House actually.” 

“I do not get caught up in his whirlwind,” James looked at you, offended, and you looked over at him to ask if he was serious. 

“You lied to the police for him, you most definitely got caught up in it.” 

James opened his mouth for a rebuttal, but shut it seeing as you had made a very valid point. 

“How was your day at work?” you asked. “Did Cuddy finally approve that expansion for the playroom?” 

“Not quite yet, but I think I’m almost there. Maybe if I throw House under the bus when he goes behind her back that’ll sweeten the deal,” he thought to himself. 

“But at what cost, House is gonna fight back and you’re gonna regret every decision you ever made.” 

James weighed his options before giving up and saying he’d decide what to do about it later. 

You moved over to the stove where James was to pour some pureed tomatoes into the onions frying on the stove to make a sauce to go on the side with the vegetables and the steak. What you didn’t realize is that James, in his haste to turn down the heat on the stove, would knock the spoon out of your hand, making it fall in the dish and making the tomatoes splatter all over your shirt. 

“Oh my God,” James’ eyes went wide, seeing the splotch on your shirt. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I should have known having you in the kitchen would only result in disaster,” you teased, not at all upset by the mess. “It’s nothing a little TLC can’t take care of.” 

“Can I make it up to you?” James asked. “I know how much you liked that shirt.” 

You used your finger to scoop off some of the pureed tomato off your shirt and place it on his nose. 

“I don’t know, can you?” you asked with raised brows. 

James wiped the sauce off his nose before grabbing your sleeves and giving you a signal with his eyes for you to slip your arms out of them before he helped pull the shirt off your head without contaminating anything else, leaving you in a thin tank top. 

“I think you’re just making it up to yourself,” you laughed, looking down at what you were wearing. 

“If I were making it up to myself, I would have done this,” he took the spoon out of the tomato sauce and flicked it at you, now getting your undershirt dirty. “Oops.” 

“Oh, you’re so going to pay for that,” you shook your head and just to spite him you kept the tank top on even though it was dirty. 

By then the butter in James’ pan had melted and was beginning to bubble so he turned his attention back to the stove so that he could begin searing the steak. You cooked in tandem for a while, and once the steak was cooked James stole a few kisses from you, apologizing again for your shirt and you assured him he could take it off later if he really wanted to. 

“Do you want me to set the table?” James asked, after washing his hands and having set the steak off to the side. 

“That would be nice, it could be like a little home date,” you smiled while putting some potatoes in the oven to cook. 

You watched as James dug around the cupboards for a tablecloth and candles, carefully setting everything up on the dining room table so that it was just right. 

Slowly, one by one, the dishes made their way onto the table as they were ready and when everything was set up you looked down at yourself and wondered if maybe you were a bit underdressed. 

“Maybe I should change into something a little nicer,” you said while James lit the candles on the table. 

“Change, what for?” 

“I’ve got tomato all over my shirt, James. I thought that one was pretty obvious.” 

“No, I mean this is a home date, isn’t the whole point that it can be as messy as we want it to be?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t have to wear this tie,” he pointed to it as he came closer to you, prompting you to take it between your fingers and feel the fabric before helping him untie it and throw it off to the side. 

You unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and for good measure he took a spoon of the sauce and poured it on his shirt. 

“There, we match.” 

“And need to do a load of laundry after this,” you chuckled and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. “I love you, and I love cooking with you.” 

“Me too, to both of those things,” James agreed and you grinned before turning him around and pushing him in the direction of his seat, insisting that you were starving and needed to eat. “So, I was thinking,” James started while serving you some sides. 

“Oh, that’s dangerous.” 

“I was thinking,” he repeated. “Our anniversary is coming up. Do you want to do something special?” 

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment. “We could both take a sick day,” you suggested. “Or a few, go up to Connecticut, rent a cabin.” 

“Cook all day,” James teased and you smiled. “I think that sounds like a great plan. We’ve always talked about doing something like that haven’t we?” 

“Yeah, it just…I don’t know, never seemed like the right time.” 

“You sure you won’t miss your kiddos too much?” he asked. 

“As much as I love them, a few days just the two of us is too enticing to pass up,” you sipped your drink. 

Eating dinner was not nearly as fun as cooking it together, but you both made do with what you could and James stories were nothing short of interesting especially when they included House and his team. 

“Alright, I think I’m stuffed now,” you leaned back in your seat. “But we should clean this up before I go into a food coma.” 

“I wash, you rinse?” James asked. 

“We have a dishwasher, James,” you chuckled. 

“I know, I just thought you might want to spend more time, but I know when my company isn’t wanted,” he feigned offence. 

“Awe, that’s actually really sweet,” you let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll suffer through dishwashing for you, Wilson.” 

“Just for that, you’re washing and I’m rinsing,” he gave you a look and you conceded, standing up from the table and clearing the leftovers before getting started on what was in the sink. 

“James, be careful with that, you’re accidentally spraying water all over me,” you nudged him with your hip. 

“Oh sorry I meant to actually spray water all over you,” he turned the moveable faucet in your direction and you gasped when the water hit your shirt. “I mean you did say we needed to do laundry.” 

“Is this why you wanted to wash dishes? To get me wet?-I heard it James don’t you dare make a comment,” you immediately amended and he fought back a chuckle. 

“I love you,” he smiled again and you wished he would wipe that stupid grin off of his face because it made it really hard to be annoyed with him. 

“You think you can just say I love you and it’s gonna make it all better?” you asked. “Cause you’re right, it is,” you grabbed his face with your soapy hands and pressed a kiss to his lips, sandwiched between smiles and chuckles. 

To say you both looked ridiculous by the end was an understatement, but James couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun at dinner and it became very clear that maybe he needed to come home a little early more often.

TAGLIST —

@cuntyvicodin @paola-carter @kiddbegins @il0vebeingdelulu @illicit4ff4irs @lynnsthoughts @miarabanana @iwmflbb @/shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey

[shakesthewizard]

Hi please explain about fabianxadaine???

Okay since you asked so nicely here's the fucking thing about Fabadaine

First, some background info

Before we dive in, you should know a couple things. For one, I'm a firm bad kid polycule truther. You could truly pitch me any pairing/grouping of those kiddos and I could find a really ineresting and/or sweet dynamic to eat the drywall about

You should also know that I'm gonna most likely remember some details during this analysis - if you spot them, please let me know by putting them in a bottle and throwing them into the ocean.

Second, some character meta

Adaine O'Shaughnessey is a girl with a lot of courage. It's sort of her defining character trait. The idea of "a wizard with an anxiety disorder" brings to mind someone pretty timid, who's afraid of speaking their mind. But from her first appearance, we see clearly that to Adaine, her disorder is pretty explicitly medical. On her first day of freshman year, she's already talking back to her horrible parents and trying to stand up for herself. Long before she gets access to medication, her disorder hinders her the way an asthma attack might; it has no bearing on her willingness to do the courageous thing.

Relatedly, Adaine thrives under adversity. Not abuse or mistreatment, mind - what I mean is that she likes it when people push back at her a little, so that she has opportunities to test her ideas and opinions against dissent. Look at her dynamic with Aelwyn in season three. Those two bicker and banter; they poke at each other, but it's how they're expressing things like concern or pride.

You could argue, probably well, that this is a product of sisterhood, and a product of their history in particular. But I think there's more to it than that. We see throughout the show that Adaine is a person who cares about exceeding; about learning and growing and achieving great things. It's classic wizard.

Adaine is the child of the wealthy and the important, and that shapes everything about her. It influences her struggles; her abandonment issues in particular. But it also shapes her goals, her values, and her attitudes. She seeks recognition for her skills and her labor, and she wants the people she loves to challenge her so that she can grow and make them proud.

Fabian Seacaster is the son of a famous man and a natural talent. His showmanship is clear and evident from the first moments we see him, and it's reflected in his character build from the start. He's a Champion Fighter, after all.

This showmanship is, frankly, a testament to Lou Wilson's masterful understanding of characters. That single trait can be picked apart to help us understand everything about him.

Fabian is a showman because he was raised as the scion of an up-and-coming house; given every tool he needed to learn his parents' skills, and to prepare him to take the Seacaster name when the time comes.

Fabian is a showman because he believes wholeheartedly in his own greatness. His whole life, he's been surrounded by tutors whose whole job it has been to mold him into the perfect son, and they were paid enough to care about doing it right.

Fabian is a showman because he knows he's earned his own arrogance; wealth or not, pampered lifestyle or not, we see him scold his fencing teacher when he goes easy on him. Fabian isn't blinded by his privilege (or at least not entirely) - he genuinely cares about being the best, and he'll give up the luxury if it means greatness.

Fabian is a showman because he's deeply anxious. Bill and Hallariel clearly love their son, but being the only child of a world-famous pirate, tasked with being their emissary to Solace for future generations, is an unbelievable amount of pressure. Fabian has to be perfect to the world outside. He can't just be good; he can't just be great; he has to be Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Son of the Famous Bill Seacaster!

Fabian is a showman because he has to figure out who he is, somehow. Who is he, outside of his father? He certainly doesn't know, but suddenly he realizes he has to know, for his own sake. So he does what any kid does when they're trying to figure out their identity - they act out.

Finally, what I understand about Fabadaine that nobody else does

Fabian Seacaster and Adaine O'Shaughnessey are the children of the wealthy; the important. They're both second generation Solesians, sent out to represent their families. They're both ambitious people who are trying to achieve great things outside the expectations of their parents. They're both proud and straightforward, prioritizing their values over social niceties.

Adaine and Fabian both carry the swords of their dead fathers.

To put it simply - Fabian and Adaine are really good foils for each other, and I dislike when their dynamic is reduced to classic highschool boyfriend/girlfriend tropes.

As an example, a number of fics I've read have Fabian pursuing Adaine, and that simply doesn't hold up. Let's be honest here - Fabian has terrible taste in women, and has a bad track record of making the more self-destructive choice whenever romance is on the table. I have no doubt he likes Adaine, but he would also know that she'd hold him accountable and challenge him when he makes stupid choices. No, Adaine is the one initiating here.

The thing that really draws me to this pair is because both of them need and want to be challenged, but each of them has a different attitude towards challenging others, and it makes for an active dynamic that can evolve in a lot of interesting ways.

You know what, check back later. I need to write fic about this.

[pineapplehazard]

8x04 spoilers!!

Aaaaah i loved it, the whole thing!! I missed the silly interventions!!!!

- Henren : I'm so glad that Mara can finally go home to her moms and her brother!!!! (yes I saw the promo for ep5, but I'm gonna live in denial until next week (: ). Though I gotta say, why did they go outside with Madney and Mara that was such a stupid move 😐 (sorry).

- Gerrard: i do not consider this a redemption arc but shit, without him we wouldn't be where we are. I'm mad that he got an ending that is also satisfying for him, he SO doesn't deserves it!!!eurgh. The real reason everyone (mostly) is back where they belong is thanks to Bobby manipulating him but still, Gerrard shouldn't have a ending that he is pleased with eurgh.

Also how could Bobby do that to Brad? 😔💔 *sad british noises in the background*

- Buck : you perfect, intelligent man that you are giving Bobby a scare with the 'Little buddy' part of your bobby-therapy-session.....

- Chimney : looked so great, is so great, I love chimney, and it shouldn't but him with the gun did it for me!!

- Bobby and Athena : love that they're gonna rebuild, they could have had this idea around three months before though cause now they're gonna stay in that apartment for a little while longer... Also, I love Bobby being in love with Athena (and Athena with Bobby), they're adorable I love them

- Edmundo Diaz : first, I will never agree with Bobby on that mustache, I really really really appreciate it,, SO MUCH

Second, the angst is coming can you all feel it? I mean it's here already but a mountain of angst is building. Everyone's problems got resolved this episode, except for Eddie's one (and they couldn't resolve it so soon so that's normal but) meaning that at the end of the day, while The Wilsons and Hans were celebrating, and Athena and Bobby finally solved their house problem, (and Buck was... Idk ? Free of Gerrard? Can't really think of something here), and Wes and his father reunited.... Eddie went home and it was still just an empty house, because Chris is still in Texas and barely talking to him

So what if my heart broke when Wes called him Dad? Cause that's maybe the first time he's heard someone calling him that in a while...

On another note, I was worried he would go full Maddie-stalking-style with Wes' dad at first, maybe that's just because my brain loves finding parallels between Eddie and Maddie... Anyway, the whole talk with the dad about absent fathers, stupid masculinity stuff, and all. That was great.

'Masks' PROMO SPOILERS (i'm gonna try to stay evasive)

CAN'T WE LET THEM HAVE PEACE FOR AT LEAST ONE EPISODE??? ONE?? THAT'S SO F UP!!

Also I know it makes sense for ep4 to be 'No Place Like Home' but when next episode you have characters dressed like the Wizard of Oz's characters... Idk it feels like a miss, it doesn't sit well in my mind🤷‍♀️

If a 'friend od Dorothy' reference is made somehow throughout the episode I might combust

Also it feels weird that we got the synopsis so long before the airing and the synopsis focused a lot on Buck, when clearly the promo shows where focus might actually be... Bc when we have storyline like the one shown in the promo, usually you don't have to much time to put another character's storyline in focus in it. So Buck was probably to throw us, and he's just gonna be like believing there's ghosts or something like that...

Can't wait to know more about ep6 too!! The release date, stuff like that, I'm hyped!!

[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Under Age Drinking, Under Age Marijuana Use, Violence and Displays of Toxic Relationship Acts. If I missed one, please let me know.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Rafe throws a party in an attempt to see Y/N. Y/N finds out a heart breaking truth. 

Masterlist

Rafe knows Y/N is ignoring him. No matter what he tries, she never so much as utters a word in his direction. So he is giving her some space. He could say that he isn’t throwing a party for the sole purpose of hopefully seeing Y/N for a split second if she chooses to come, but he’d be lying. Normally, he goes from room to room to check on people. Today, he is in the kitchen, guarding the stuff he bought specifically for Y/N in case she shows up. He sees someone reaching for the hard kombucha in the fridge, “Touch that can and I will throw you out of my house faster than you can say kombucha.” The person quickly closed the fridge and exited the kitchen. “You better not be opening that Oreo package,” he threatens to Mason, who Rafe knows has been eyeing the package. 

“Dude, come on. I told you that she isn’t coming. She went to something that Wilson is holding. It sounded fancy. So let me just have one, please,” Mason begs while he inches toward the package again.

“Still you never know. Maybe she’ll get bored and stop by?”

“I love you, dude. And I want to see you guys together, but I think it’s time to call it. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” 

“I know my chances. I still have hope though. We are meant to be, I just know it.”

———

Y/N sits at the dinner table with all of Wilson’s friends. He is having a dinner soirée. Honestly, Y/N is bored out of her mind, but Wilson is her boyfriend and this is typically a girlfriend's duty. La Bleue Fleur is catering and the topic of conversation is that uninteresting Civil War documentary that Wilson made her watch.  Y/N is pushing around the leftover garnish on her plate as she is the first person to finish eating. “Y/N, what did you think of Timothy Satonis’ masterpiece?” Allen asks, looking toward the girl. She is caught off guard by the question because she has mostly been left out of the conversation. “Uhh, not gonna lie, I zoned out during the movie. Docs really aren’t my thing,” she replies to the group, which causes them to look at her with horror in their eyes. The group is awkwardly silent for a second before Wilson directs the conversation to something Y/N can be involved in, “Did you guys know Y/N is Cassie Y/L/N’s daughter?” 

This sparks a conversation between the dinner guests. “Have you met her?” Hailey questions excitedly. Wilson smiles with pride, “Yes, I have. We met when I took Y/N to Midsummer. Later on,  I gave her a manuscript of my book when I visited Y/N’s house the other day. Hopefully, she can pass it on to her publisher and it gets published.” Y/N finds it strange that Wilson would say it like he was the one to ask her to Midsummer when in reality she is the one to ask him out. “That is an amazing idea. Y/N, what is your favourite book of hers?” Josh inquiries. “Um, probably Murder in The Deep. The series is inspired by my love of murder mysteries and the main character, Arabella, is modelled after me. So it feels pretty personal and sentimental to me. She even mentions me in the dedication and named a murder victim after me.” “I see. Wilson did not tell us you were one of those types of readers,” Josh remarks with judgement in his tone. She turns towards Wilson to see if he will stand up for her. He doesn’t, so Y/N once again zones out as everyone else continues talking about her mom like she is not there. She feels a little uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything to avoid making anyone else feel the same way. 

After dinner and dessert are finished, the evening continues in the family room with a game of trivia. Y/N is usually good at trivia as she is on track to being valedictorian and she loves to know random, obscure facts. However, this game of trivia is all related to the same topics, which bore her to death. “If you’re a fan of Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, and Miles Davis, which museum in Kansas City will be music to your ears?” Allen reads from the card. Hailey rings her bell quickly, “Amerian Jazz Museum!” The group claps at her answer. Y/N didn’t even know there was a museum only for Jazz music, let alone that it was in Kansas City. Hailey takes the next card, “Bela Bartok and Romantic composer Franz Liszt are typically considered the greatest composers to emerge from what European nation?” Y/N wants to be included in the game, so she tries to take a guess at the answer and rings her bell, “Is it Germany?” Wilson shakes his head in disappointment and she can see the embarrassment in his eyes. “Of course, it is not Germany, Y/N. Everyone knows they are from Hungary. If you do not know the answer, then do not bother answering the question,” he chastises and Y/N feels as though she is a child. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Y/N excuses as she gets up to find the bathroom, hoping to escape the situation. Y/N knew she should stand up for herself, but she didn’t wanna make a scene because that would also be embarrassing. She is walking back to the family room when she hears her name being spoken. She stops just outside of the family room archway, hiding behind the wall. “I do not understand why you are dating her. She has no substance at all. She is vapid and I do not know how you can spend so much time with her,” she hears Hailey complain. This absolutely guts Y/N because this is another one of her insecurities. When compared to the intelligent life of the part, Elizabeth Huntington, she felt uninteresting with her more reserved personality. However, nothing prepares her for the feeling of what Wilson says next. “It is about looking at the advantages. Y/N may be vapid, but I got to meet Cassie and hopefully, I can be mentored by her. It is the only reason why I asked her out. I heard a rumour that the Y/L/N’s like to spend time on the beach where we met. I figured I was bound to meet one of them eventually.”

Y/N could continue to just stand there and be sorry for herself, but her blood is now boiling and she decides to stand up for herself, no matter how much she wants to cry right now. She steps out from behind the wall, “I may be vapid, but at least, I’m not a lonely boy, who is so obsessed with an author that I stalked her and her family. It is so sad that you used another human being just to get your boring ass manuscript read. My mom showed me the manuscript and we both agree that you sound like a giant stick in the mud even when you write. You don’t have to worry about putting up with me any longer because we are over!” This isn’t her finest moment, but she storms out in a hurry. She can only make it so far before she realizes that she could not walk home all the way. Her vision is blurry, meaning she could not see three feet in front of her. 

She decides it is safer to call someone to come pick her up. She takes out her phone and dials her brother’s number, “Dude, why are you calling? Are you a boomer? Anyways leave a message at the beep.” Voicemail. She calls her parents and gets voicemail again. Right, they are staying on the mainland for the night because her mom has a back-to-back book signing there. She goes to call Lacey, but notices she has a voicemail from her friend. “Y/NNNNN, I love youuuuu. Before you ask, I amz totes not drink. Drink. Drunk, lol. Okay, maybe I am. But, I wants you to know I loves you. Alsoooo, I total- total- totally made out with Derren. He is so h-” The voicemail cuts off before Lacey could finish her drunken rant. This causes Y/N to stop crying for a second and giggle at Lacey’s drunken antics. But the realization that she only has one other person to call whom she felt comfortable with makes her feel anxious because she is not even sure he is going to answer her call after the way she has been ignoring him. 

———

Rafe sits on his couch with Elizabeth on his lap and her tongue down his throat. He was able to convince her that saying Y/N’s name during Midsummer was a mistake, which leads to them having been making out for the last ten minutes. Even with the raging music of the party, Rafe could hear the beginning notes of “The Book of You and I” by Alec Benjamin. It is the ringtone he assigned for Y/N. He must admit it is a strange song to have chosen because it talks about a breakup and he and Y/N haven’t even started their story. The song reminds him of her and he knows Y/N loves the song just because of the mention of a book. She loves the idea of a love story being a book of the two people in the relationship. He immediately pulls away from Elizabeth, leaving the girl frustrated again to go answer the phone somewhere quieter. The song couldn’t even make it to the second note because Rafe answers it. 

“Y/L/N, are you hurt?” he immediately interrogates with worry seeping into his voice. With Y/N ignoring him for the past couple of weeks, he knows it must be serious if she is calling him right now at night. “Ca- Can y- yo- you pi-pick m-e u-u-up, please?” he hears her struggle to say through her tears. Rafe’s eyebrows knit together in concern, “Absolutely, send me your pin and I’ll be there immediately.” Y/N whispers a meek okay and goodbye before hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to ask further questions.

———

Once again another party ended early for Y/N’s safety, but seeing as Rafe threw the party just to get her attention, he had no problem with ushering everyone out of his house as fast as he can. He doesn’t even wait for everyone to be gone before hopping into his jeep and driving off to the location Y/N sent him. He held very little regard for his own safety as he drove past stop signs and red lights. All that matters is making sure she is safe. He finally gets to his destination, the end of Wilson’s driveway. Y/N sits on the decorative rock in a full-on sobbing fit. Rafe jumps out after double-checking he put the car in park. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her into his neck without saying a word. After a few minutes, she calms down enough to tell him what happened. “He was only dating me to get to my mom. He said I was vapid and I know it’s true, but it just hurts to hear someone else confirm it.” Rafe blood boils at how Wilson made Y/N feel, “You are not vapid. You’re a rose. When you meet a new person, you are the bud. You are more reserved around them. But when you start to bloom, your passion, love, and joy start to show. Just like how when a rose starts to open up you start to see the beautiful red colour that hides within. Wilson was just too selfish and boring for you to do anything interesting with him.” She smiles up at him and nods her head in understanding. “Wait, here for a second. I’m going to go do something real quick before we leave,” he explains before getting up and walking toward the front door.

Rafe knocks on the auspicious door and waits for Wilson to open it. “What are y-” Wilson tries to say, but he is interrupted by Rafe’s fist punching him in the face. “Come near Y/N again and I’ll do a whole lot worse,” he warns, running off toward Y/N. She stands there shocked at what just happened. She giggles at the image of Rafe coming towards her. He grabs her hand as he passes by and drags her toward his car. Once he helps her up, he goes around and drives off, watching in the back mirror as Wilson and his friends finally catch up to the street. Rafe pulls out his phone to play “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, which causes Y/N to fall into hysterics.  

Rafe drives Y/N to Tannyhill because he knows her parents aren’t home and that Mason is probably still in a guest room with Amanda, even after the party is ended. “Where is everyone?” Y/N ponders out loud as she sees the empty house. Mason told her about the party Rafe was throwing. “Sent them home when you called,” he informs her without skipping a beat. He says it in a matter-of-fact way that she knows he doesn’t want her to feel guilty. The car stops and they see Mason come out to join them outside. “Dude, where did you go?” Mason pauses when he sees the tear-streaked face belonging to his twin. “Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” “Wilson was only dating me because of mom,” Y/N mumbles, attaching herself to Rafe. His being there during her time of vulnerability has caused her to feel comfort in his grasp. Mason’s face contorts into anger, “HE DID WHAT! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” Y/N quickly goes to her brother’s side and puts her arm out so he can’t get past her. “Don’t worry. Rafe already punched him for me,” she assures her brother, who pulls her into a hug. “Mace, you didn’t pick up your phone.” He grimaces and places a kiss on her forehead, “I know, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, Rafe was there,” she whispers in the nook. “Should we go home?” Mason asks. “No, can we go to the balcony?” She replies, looking between Mason and Rafe. Both boys nod and follow her to her desired destination. 

Rafe and Y/N make a quick stop to get her more comfortable clothes, so Mason goes to get some snacks. Rafe goes past his room, heading towards Sarah’s room. He looks back to check in with Y/N and notices she isn’t following him. She is paused at his door, waiting for him to follow her. “What’s wrong? Sarah’s room is this way,” he points in the direction of the room. Y/N looks at her feet while shifting her weight between the two, “Actually, can I borrow some of your clothes, please? They are comfy.” Rafe smiles at her suggestion, “Of course, you can, Y/L/N.” he takes her inside. He gives her a plain gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. It may be a mundane outfit, but Rafe loved how she looked in his clothes. She is practically swimming in his shirt because he is so much taller than her and she had to tie her sweatpants very tight so they wouldn’t slip down so much. They both giggle at her constant need to pull up the pants as they head to the balcony. 

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Mason sits opposite from Y/N and Rafe with a joint in hand while Y/N cuddles herself into Rafe’s arms. They’ve been talking about anything and everything just to cheer Y/N up. “Why the dude never used contractions was so fucking weird. He sounded like such an old person,” Mason jokes while taking a drag of his blunt. Rafe laughs, “Those stupid button-up shirts he’d wear all the damn time. With his name monogrammed onto them. He looked like such a douchebag in them.” This continuous mockery of Wilson has cheered Y/N up. “I caught him ironing the collar of it. Only an asshole is that uptight,” she joins in while taking a swing of her hard kombucha. The boys nod in agreement. Mason snubs out the joint and gets up from his seat, “I’m gonna head to bed. Y/N, you cool if we sleep here?” She nods; originally, she was supposed to sleep over at Wilson’s house. With that, Mason leaves the two alone. 

They sit in comfortable silence, drinking their drinks and looking up at the stars. She has now shifted so her head is on his chest and his arm is around her neck. Y/N opens up the pack of Oreos placed on the coffee table in front of them. She untwists the top of the one she picks up and gives the bottom with the cream on it to Rafe. Understanding what she wants him to do, he grabs the bottom and eats the cream for her before handing it back to her. Y/N and Wilson never had this unspoken language while they were dating. “Why doesn’t anyone love me for me?” She wonders as she gives him another Oreo. “Someone does. He’s just waiting for you to be ready,” Rafe whispers without realizing that she heard him. She looks up at him from her position and he looks down at her. She closes her eyes and starts to lean in to kiss him. No matter how much he wishes he could lean down to meet her lips, he knows this isn’t the right moment, so he pulls away. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I would rather our first kiss be when you are feeling less vulnerable and are 100% sober,” he tells her. Disappointment is written all over her face, but she knows that he made the right decision. She would prefer their first kiss to feel more right and not just because he is there being sweet to her after a breakup. She nuzzles back into his chest and they go back to just enjoy each other’s company. Her light snores tell him she has fallen asleep and instead of waking her up from her slumber, he picks her up and takes her to the other guest bedroom. He tucks her into the bed and admires the serene look on her face as she sleeps. He lightly kisses her forehead and goes back to his room to welcome the sleep. 

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog  @gillybear17  @terraeluce​  @f4ll-for-you​ 

[deepamuthukrishnan]

The Science of it All

High School Luke and OC

Summary: Luke follows Divya on Instagram and they set up a time for her to come over and tutor him.

Warnings: Luke being Luke and cursing.

Author’s Note: WAHH! Hey guys! So I actually made this to as an actual story rather than have it as a blurb or a one shot. I think you’ll enjoy this!

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Chapter 2:

Luke’s POV

I stare at her instagram profile while eating some chicken and rice Mom made in the cafeteria with Ethan, Mark, Rutger, Duke, and some girls.

From what I get from her profile, her full name is Divya Manjumuthu, Indian American, and she’s also a junior like me. I click on a recent post of her and probably a friend. She’s wearing a dark blue two set dress and her friend wearing the same thing in green, the caption saying: your two princesses entered the room.

I will admit that she is attractive in that dress and her jewelry

“Luke? Luke!” Mark yells. “You good man?”

“Uh yeah. Sorry, have a lot on my plate I guess.” I answer.

“Is this about how you’re gonna make up work you missed in APES?” Ethan asks. “What are you gonna do? You obviously can’t drop now, it’s too late.”

“No shit Ethan. Renaldi set me up with a girl to help me catch up with the work.” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Luke Hughes! My man!” Rutger says and slaps my shoulder, roaring with laughter.

“Not like that! I didn’t say anything! She just told me that Divya’s the one to help me because she’s apparently really smart and knows shit.” I explained.

“We all know how this is gonna go.” Duke says and snatches my phone from my hand.

“Hey-“

Duke clicks the follow button before giving my phone back to me.

“Dude!” I yell.

Just then, Amanda, my girlfriend, walks right behind me and wraps her arms around me.

“Hey babe.” She said.

“Hey.”

“Oh my god, get a room.” Ethan says, throwing a French fry at me.

“Oh grow up.” I retorted.

If boredom was illegal, I’d be serving ten life sentences.

Because there is no way people find translating random and bloody Latin stories into English for fun.

But if you’re Mr. Wilson who looks like he doesn’t have a life, you would find it therapeutic.

It’s been 20 minutes of translating some story about some workers building some arch and I want to bash my head against a wall.

I sneak my phone out and I open instagram to see I have one new unopened DM. I open it and it’s a message from Divya that’s short and to the point.

divya.manjumuthuu: when r u free

I look up to the see the teacher on his computer typing away before I sent a message.

lhughes_06: I’m free today at 5

I put my phone under my leg and I pretend like I was doing translations until I feel my phone vibrate. I quickly take it out and Divya responded to my message.

divya.manjumuthuu: kk.

divya.manjumuthuu: my house or yours??

lhughes_06: mine

divya.manjumuthuu: kk. send me ur address.

I send her my address before putting my phone away and pretending to do work.

I’m gonna bash my fucking head if I do this one more time.

[charmingsoa]

✶ Where the Wild Things Are: One ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

Taglist: @oskea93, @keyweegirlie

I stared at the clock – the hands slowly moving as my packed suitcase sat below my bed.

The thought of leaving the ruling and hard hand of my father had been a pipedream of mine for a while. There were days when I convinced myself that today was the day. I was just gonna walk right out of the house – bidding my parents a big fuck you as I ventured into the new world. I always managed to talk myself out of it after an hour – too afraid of what my father would do to stop me. Before tonight, I never even had a bag packed or a plan for that matter.

“I had to hear from Fred Hastings that he saw you and Wilson Grady fornicating in the back alley of his hardware store. Do you know how embarrassed your mother and I are to have people know that our daughter – our only daughter – is nothing but a cheap whore?”

I winced as he roughly grabbed onto my arms, shaking my upper body in rage as my mother just sat back and watched. The belt that he had used so often was wrapped around his hand, the buckle dangling as he shook.

“You are nothing but a piece of trash – a cheap whore that will open her legs to any man on the streets.” I sniffed back tears, my red hair sticking to my face as it became wet. He roughly pushed me to the ground, standing over me with a look of disgust etched on his aging face.

I attempted to get up, only to be stopped by his heavy foot on my abdomen. “Don’t even think about getting up, whore.” I glanced over at my mother hoping that she would make him throw in the towel. Her dead eyes met mine, looking away quickly as father’s heavy hand made contact with my thigh.

The leather material of the belt hurt like hell, but he had moved past using that. His favorite – at least for me – was the buckle. I can’t begin to tell you how many scars I have on my upper thighs and bottom from the contact of the metal meeting my thin skin.

Blow after blow – derogatory words spewing from his mouth like venom with each strike. My older brother, Brian was finally the one to step in – telling our father that I’ve had enough. Brian didn’t bother helping me up or making sure I was okay, too afraid of father himself.

Out of breath, father’s eyes connected with mine. “You think this time was bad-“His face mere inches from mine. “If I even hear that you’ve looked at another boy – I will make sure you won’t see the light of day ever again.”

I must’ve laid there for 30 minutes before slowly walking back to my bedroom. The sun had set by this time – meaning that it was almost bedtime for Roy and Brenda. Father made it a rule that it was lights out at sunset – the mind and body needed at least 7-8 hours of rest. Plus, his famous words were that nothing good happens after sunset.

Without giving it a second thought, I just started to pack.

I kept the lights off, giving off the appearance that I was sleeping in bed. I just grabbed whatever I had, stuffing it into the large suitcase. I knew that I would have to leave most of my possessions – items that I had collected since childhood. My father would more than likely just throw everything in the fire since he’s already said it was all a waste of money…

The big hand hovered over the 12 as I quietly gathered the case. I held my shoes in my hands as I took one last look at my childhood room. The pink walls dulling with age – the room holding good and bad memories. Tears welled in my eyes as I walked away, tiptoeing past my parents’ bedroom door. The house was silent – the only noise coming from the clocks on the walls. For once, the steps that led downstairs didn’t creak – the energy of the house agreeing with my decision to leave for good.

Once I reached the outside air – the realization of my actions crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. There was no way I could spend another minute/hour in that house – under the rule of a father who only cared about himself. If I didn’t leave now, I would’ve found a way of leaving this world all together. I wasn’t gonna give him that satisfaction though – Roy Landry deserved to know that I was somewhere in the world living a life that he frowned upon. I wanted word to get back to him that I was running wild – enjoying life – and screwing anyone and everyone that I damn well pleased. He can take the shame and embarrassment that he said I caused the family and shove it up his uptight ass!

That would be the last time I would see my parents alive. Word came that my father died a few years after I left – a heart attack, I think. To this day, my brothers blame me for the decline of our father’s health – saying that the stress of me leaving put a strain on his heart. My mother couldn’t bear to live without my father – passing away five years later in her sleep. I remember trying to call her one day after finding out I was pregnant – a part of me thinking that she had the right to know. Before I could even ask how she was doing, she interrupted and told me to never call her again.

“Thanks for the ride.”

I exited the car, the rain relentless as it soaked through my clothes. I managed to hitch a ride from an older couple – probably feeling sorry for me as I stood on the side of the road. I had been thumbing for a ride for two days now – making it further than I thought I would. I was far enough from home that I didn’t worry about my father or brothers coming to look for me.

I looked across the road – a diner casting a glow through the weather. I hadn’t bathed in three days – the rain and humidity making my skin feel sticky and gross. I had a couple bucks from a man that picked me up yesterday – money in exchange for a quick blow job. He was your typical sleaze ball but he got me out of Arkansas so I couldn’t complain. When I left home, I didn’t have any money saved up. Roy and Brenda weren’t the type of parents to give cash for chores. I hadn’t eaten since dinner that evening, my stomach cramping from the hunger pains.

 I darted across the road, stepping into the muggy building. The older men at the counter watched as I made my way to the restroom – the sink my only option for getting cleaned up. I quickly washed what I could – getting the important bits and pits – pulling off my dirty clothes and replacing them with shorts and a halter top. I pulled my red hair into a ponytail – combing out the knots that had formed from the rain. Once satisfied with my work, I stepped back into the restaurant, taking a seat in an empty booth. I ordered a cheeseburger and fries – basically scarfing it down in record time. I left what was left of my change for the elderly waitress before stepping back out into the summer rain.

I managed to flag down a semi-trailer driver who was headed to Utah with a shipment of goods. He called himself Groovy Bill – a widower from Florida. He had also fought in the war, stationed in France for two years before he was medically discharged. He walked with a limp – the injury coming from a stray bullet that shattered his femur. Groovy Bill didn’t expect anything for the ride – simply enjoying the company. During our three days together, he told me about his wife, Jane and how he met her at the American Legion before he was deployed. They got married once he returned home and started their family. Jane was developed pneumonia after routine surgery and passed away shortly after. I could tell that Bill truly loved and cared about his wife – her picture kept close to his heart.

I was kind of sad when his rig pulled into the office’s parking lot. I waited until he was completely unloaded, wanting to thank him one last time for his generosity and kindness. He didn’t have to pick me up – Hell, he didn’t have to be the kind man that I knew he could only be. In the three days that were together, I felt more of a connection to this man than I did my own father. Bill had a heart of gold and only wanted what was best for his children and people in general.

“Well –“ A sad smile spreading across his bearded face. “ I guess this is the end of the line, chickadee.”

Tears clouded my vision as my arms wrapped tightly around his midsection. The smell of bruit filled my senses as he returned the gesture.

“You take care of yourself, you hear?” I nodded my head against his plaid shirt.

We stood there silently, still embracing, before he pulled away. His tired eyes looked into mine as a fathers would. “Just because the lights are bright, and everything seems perfect- “He paused. “Doesn’t mean that there’s a rainbow at the end.” Referring to my quest to reach California. “You’re a beautiful girl and people will take advantage of that, but it’s up to you to push past the bullshit and become the woman you were born to be.”

With a kiss on top of my greasy head, Groovy Bill climbed back into his truck, driving back into the foggy, morning mist…

I would like to say the rest of my trip to reach California was a breeze, but it was more of a hurricane. Instead of an easy ride like the one I had with Bill, I was forced to give sexual favors in exchange for rides. The men that had picked me up seemed nice at first but the question of what they got in return was brought up halfway through. A blow job here – sex in the backseat there. I felt like a used rag by the time the last guy crossed the California border. He dropped me off outside a gas station once he got what he wanted, dust spinning as he tore back onto the road. It was early morning – probably close to three in the morning – and there wasn’t a soul in sight. This wasn’t our agreement – he was supposed to take me to San Francisco – telling me that’s where he was headed.

I stood under the flickering streetlamp – my heart pounding as different sounds could be heard in the distance. Mostly animals but your fear heightens when it’s pitch-black outside. I didn’t know whether to just wait it out and see if I could hitch another ride when the station opens or start walking now. It was likely impossible that someone would be on the roads this late – especially in an area such as this.

“Fuck.” I blew out a sigh, picking up my suitcase.

My sandals had broken several states back – my feet raw from working the pavement and rocky surface. I couldn’t see a foot in front of me, but I didn’t feel comfortable waiting until daylight. As I walked, the thought of if this was worth it kept popping into my mind. The people on the evening news made this look easy – full of peace and love. Granted, there was a group hitchhiking together, but even then, it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Besides Groovy Bill and the older couple who picked me up at the start of all of this, I witnessed the hold that a man could have on a woman in need. They were willing to help if they got a kickback in the end. Sex was the only thing I could offer, and I wasn’t proud of that. They got off and I got dropped off.

I lasted another 30 minutes before collapsing in a field adjacent to the highway. I couldn’t go on any further – my legs quivering underneath me. A content sigh slipped past my lips as the cool grass cushioned my aching body. Sleep had been a distant friend since my journey started – my body staying awake to stay vigilant. I was desperate for rest – even if that meant sleeping on the side of the road. My mind finally took over – my eyes fluttering shut as my body relaxed.

This wouldn’t be the last time I pass out on the side of the road.

The sky was still dark when the rumbling of engines startled me awake. I moved to a sitting position as the group of headlights drew closer – my heart beating wildly in my chest at the unknown. A part of me hoped that the dusky scene would keep me hidden – but the other hoped that they would sweep me away from the misery I had created.

[lazyrants]

Rockin' Robbie (prod 201)

Original airdate: September 25, 2006

Story by Magnus Scheving

Written by Magnus Scheving, Mani Svavarrson, Noah Zachary

Directed by Magnus Scheving

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stalling

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess, Ronald Binion,

Mmm, a new season! Smells like a new book.

The episode begins with a CGI shot of Sportacus' airship. Not gonna lie, but it looked better in the first season.. Anyways, Sportacus calls for some Sportscandy. He says he loves sportscandy, and also loves to move. So he throws the apple to the wall and it bounces. Then he does a handstand.

In an attempt to do a one-handed handstand, he lifts his hand up, whacking the apple against the wall again. Then he gets up, flips and kicks the apple to the camera. Then he does some more cartwheels and jumps, then he does a handstand and kicks the apple again!THEN he kicks it trying to stand up! And he does another handstand, kicking the poor apple. THEN he does backwards cartwheels, kicking the apple as he lifts up his feet. Sportacus starts to jump on the white circle mats, then starts shuffling from mat to mat. He does another cartwheel, hitting and kicking the apple. Then he does a backflip, a pushup, jumps up, puts his hand up, and bam!

The apple is in his hand. He says that Sportscandy and moving is super cool. What a great way to start a season, giving us the action we expect from LazyTown. Anyways, the main episode starts with a song - 'King of the Town'. A song the kids are performing in the Town Hall.

Stingy is on vocals, Trixie is on mixing, Stephanie is on guitar, Pixel is on piano and Ziggy is on drums. They sound wonderful until Stephanie accidentally gets caught up in her dancing and kicks the cord to her boombox. Then they sound bad enough for Sportacus to check on them to see if anyone is in trouble. Then Sportacus checks on them to see if anyone is in trouble. Stephanie shows Stingy the unplugged cord and he tells her to plug it in before someone discovers they can't play.

Too late. Sportacus insults them indirectly by saying he heard a terrible noise. They tell him it was them playing and he apologizes (not meaning it because that was awful!!). Then Ziggy demonstrates his epik drum skilz!!!1!111! and he almost falls down swinging the sticks.

Luckily, Sportacus catches him and the drum-sticks. Sportacus thinks it is great the kids are starting a band and Ziggy asks if he can play the drums and he can. I love this scene because other than exercise, sportscandy and jumping in muddy puddles, we know a bit more about Sporty's interests, hobbies and skills. Anyways, the drums are so loud Robbie's lair shakes and he comes falling to the ground from his chair. He is pretty annoyed but Bessie and Milford have a more positive reaction - he runs to the town hall. After Sportacus has finished, Milford asks him if that is a beat from a recognizable song, and Sportacus confirms it.

The drum beat is from 'Rock n roll, dude!' by Johnny B. Badd. (This reminds me of when my mother told me about Makoma, a religious DRC family who performed from 1993-2012.) Milford says Badd was his favourite artist as a kid and none of the kids have ever heard of him. Surprised Pixel hasn't because all he does is use the computer. He must've stumbled across some B. Badd fan site on Geocities at least once. Anyways, Milford tells the kids that everyone copied him as a kid. He demonstrates with a photo of Johnny B. Badd's concert poster and a photo of him.. with hair.

Anyways, he asks the kids if they wanna hear his music and they say yes. They go back to his house and play 'Rock your socks off' on vinyl. Everyone is dancing to the (super cool) song. Mani composed it which is great, because he's so talented he can write songs that sound like they're from the 60s! (Not to mention he actually co-wrote this episode.) Meanwhile, Robbie looks at them through his periscope and questions if they have ants in their pants. By the request of Bessie (this is her favorite of Johnny's songs), he turns the volume up. Robbie is still looking and is even more horrified when he figures out they're dancing!

Stephanie (despite this being an instrumental song) loves Johnny's songs and wishes she could hear him sing in person. Milford stops the vinyl and says that is a wonderful idea (it isn't. Johnny could possibly be dead or retired). They are going to award him with a trophy for being their favourite singer. Robbie says that everyone will listen to him and do as he says. Then he comes up with the great idea (shouldn't have taken him seven seconds to come up with) to disguise himself as Johnny B. Badd!

We find out Milford is such a fan he knows Badd's phone number. (He asks how he looks before calling him, XD!) So he dials 555-2-BAD, and the phone line that the Badd's phone is inside is literally miles away from LazyTown. Robbie climbs up to the phone line and answers the call.

Milford asks if this is Johhny, and Robbie says yes. Before agreeing to come to the town, he asks Milford if kids still think he is cool and will obey his every word. Milford says that if Johnny told him to bark like a dog, he'd bark like a dog. Then Robbie tells him to bark like a dog. Much to Bessie's shock, he barks like a dog. The noise startles Robbie and he falls off the phone line with a really loud yell.

The funniest part is it wasn't even that loud - he said it with no effort like 'Woof. Woof.' Anyways, Milford hangs up and he tells them that Johnny sang to him. The kids decide to go practice THEIR music - performing 'Play in a Band'. After the song ends, Milford goes to his office looking for something, then Robbie turns his chair around.

In a reference to 'Robbie Rotten's Greatest Misses' which is a reference to 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas', Milford stutters until Robbie tells him to 'spit it out!' and he does. Bessie faints.

In a @lazytownpoint interview with Mani from 2007, he says he tried to add humor to the episodes. And boy, oh boy, did he succeed amazingly! Milford tells him the kids want to meet him and he does 'the WOW move'. Twice. By the second time, MILFORD faints!

Robbie asks 'Grandpa' if he is okay, then he stands up. Robbie tells him to pull himself together. The kids are drinking water [Ziggy is drinking soda, durr] after their practice and Milford makes a loud-speaker announcement to tell the kids to come meet Johnny. Robbie walks up on stage and he wants to play a super fun game - ''Catch a Rockstar!' How to play?

Well, you might not know and apparently neither did the kids.. I thought the name was very straight forward! Then comes a more cartoony moment where there are stars flying around his head after he gets up and sits on stage. Then he signs autographs.

He signs Stingy's notepad as from 'Robbie' which confuses the kids for a second (that alone should've revealed it was Robbie!!!). He says Robbie is just a rotten friend of his. Milford tells the kids to give him some space because he needs to prepare for the concert. Once everyone leaves, he says to himself that nobody needs to worry about a concert because there won't be one. Meanwhile, Robbie is in his dressing room chillaxing when Milford knocks on the door and he lets him in. Milford is for some reason, in the exact same clothing as Johnny.

Robbie tells him his hair looks terrible then Milford says it's a JBB wig. Then he smiles and does 'the wow move'. He tells him he looks cool, and Milford asks him if he needs anything. Robbie says he needs white towels with blue stripes, assuming it'll take him a long time to find them.

It doesn't. Then he asks for twenty chocolate cookies. He gets them, alongside with a rubber ducky. He tests Milford by asking for a golden trophy, which nearly tricks the Mayor, but he says after the show. Then Robbie asks to get rid of Sportacus, as all the jumping and flipping gets on his nerves. Milford is not too sure about it until Robbie threatens to sing somewhere else. So he sends Sporty a letter.

Sportacus assumes it's his invitation to the concert. And boy, oh boy, does he get a doozy. It's the COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HIS INVITATION TO THE CONCERT. Also, his confused face is hilarious. Maggi rocks.

Sportacus doesn't go to the concert - he even makes it official with a response letter to the mayor. (I lied - he decides to check up on them 'just in case' (he really wants to go)). Anyways, Milford gives Sportacus' response letter to Robbie who dances of excitement, then switches to the air guitar to avoid suspicion. Then he shuts the door in an attempt to get Milford to shut up about the show starting in three minutes and Milford's wig gets stuck. So, Milford knocks, Robbie opens the door.. and..

He puts on the wig. IT'S A WIGCEPTION!! Until he notices and gives it back to him. Robbie talks to himself about how the concert won't go, then he steps on the rubber ducky (nooo11!!!!), picks it up and carries it, telling it to 'go finish our hair!' XD. The kids who are in the audience are waiting for Johnny then Milford makes an announcement. The show's starting in one minute, and he tells everyone (Pixel) to turn off all devices. Milford sees Robbie trying to take the trophy, and then he pulls the curtain! The kids are confused to see him stealing, but he lies and says he is just polishing it.

Then he puts it back, and just stands on stage. Then the kids tell him he should be singing and once he realizes, he grabs a guitar and hides behind the curtains. He turns on the boombox and performs (undeniably super awesome and amazing masterpiece) 'Rock your socks off'. If only we got a full version, as the song was supposed to last as long until he tripped over the boombox cord. So, anyways, he grabs the trophy and makes a run for it.. then he trips over the guitar and has the trophy stuck on his head.

Sportacus' crystal beeps, and he sees Robbie (who ran outside the door) with the trophy on his head. Using a new vehicle, he travels to LazyTown and sees Robbie who has tripped over Stingy's car and is now on a swing. Sportacus is smiling until he falls off, so he kicks a wheelbarrow. He falls into it, and he's having a ride until the wheelbarrow drives over a rock and he runs into the hall. He closes the door and the handle falls off. Not a problem for Sportacus, who uses his Yoyo to take the door off it's hinges (and put them back on). Then he does a frontflip and snatches the trophy off of Robbie's head.

The disguise is revealed as he also snatches off his wig. (LOL, weave snatch in a Nick. Jr show!) Milford says you can admire people but shouldn't copy them, which is what he has been doing the entire episode. Bessie's sad because they couldn't have a concert, but the kids say they can and perform 'Bing Bang' - the rock version!! Epic.

Robbie declares the plan the dumbest thing he's ever done. Out of anger, he smacks a plate with a cake slice on it while yelling 'ROCK AND ROLL??!!' Then the cake flings on him. Then he says THAT was the dumbest thing he's ever done.

10/10 - Three songs and I love them all - no flaws in this episode.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Aricka and Bobby reunited

(Aricka and Bobby/Trevor Wilson)

(After they play the Orpheum and Carrie saves Aricka, the Shaw twins are properly reunited.)

*Aricka S*

Phantom pain sensations ripple through Aricka’s middle as she looks up at her brother- her BROTHER- who had apparently ran from the Orpheum all the way to this studio- their studio, their home- on the off chance of seeing her one last time.

Carrie had got there seconds before her dad, throwing her arms around Aricka’s dying form and pleaded with her to stay, declaring that she loved Aricka even though they barely had any time to talk, and it was enough to save her. Aricka had glowed just as her band mates had, and the purple stamp of the HGC floated away just as Trevor had ran in.

Aricka remained on the floor, Carrie’s arms around her waist, as the rockstar knelt in front of his still 18 year old twin sister. “… Aricka?” He whispered.

Hot, salty tears filled Aricka’s eyes as she nods and bites her lip, holding up her left wrist to show off the red beaded bracelet she never took off, not for a moment. “Hi Buggy,” she whispered back.

The old nickname was enough for Trevor- for Bobby- to break down crying, and Aricka surged forward to hug him, wrapping her arms around her brother’s neck and running a hand through his hair like she had when they were littler.

“You died… you died before I could even say goodbye- I’m so sorry. I never forgot about you… I just- it hurt so much to talk about you… you were my twin and I lost a half of me when you died…” words came choked out through sobs and Aricka merely clung to her now-big brother.

“Shh… I’m here. I’m back and I think I’m human again. And I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” she soothes. “I’m back Buggy. I’m back…” she looks at Luke over Bobby’s shoulder, and sees the mixed look of anger, hurt and relief on his face. The lead singer and guitarist of Sunset Curve, now backup vocalist and lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms, walks over to them.

“Hi Trevor,” he says. The name caught Trevor’s attention and he looks up.

“Luke…” he breaths. “It’s actually- you’re not- I’m not dreaming-!?”

Luke stiffly shakes his head no, and shies away when Bobby tried to grab his hand. “No, it’s not a dream. I- I’m not-,” and then he strides away, but not before giving Aricka a “I’m not upset at you,” look.

Trevor sighs. “I have some explanations for you all. Please sit?” The phantoms; Julie and Carrie all claim a seat, save Luke who was glaring out the garage window. Aricka clings to her brother, who was reciprocating, and Carrie was leaning against her aunt and dad. “… I want to start by asking- how did this happen-? And why just now?”

They give Bobby the cliff notes version of their coming back, which had both himself and Carrie wide eyed and terrified by the end. Carrie latched onto Aricka in a shocking display of public affection. “We almost lost you twice and never would’ve known-,” she whispered. Aricka gripped Carrie’s hand tightly.

“I’m right here, Care-Bear. You’re gonna be stuck with me for a while- if you want that.”

“Okay that’s great and all, love the family reunion, but it doesn’t explain why you stole our music.” Alex was glaring at Trevor, his own twin echoing his look.

Bobby sighed. “It’s not what it sounds like… after you guys died I was a wreck- it took me six months to leave the house- and took eight months for me to want to sing again. I started recording the songs as a tribute for you all- not as a way to steal your music. You guys were my brothers and sisters and you suddenly died and I had to remember you- had to memorialize you somehow. But then I signed a bad contract and they said I couldn’t mention you guys or the fact that I was using your music ever again. I played along and bided by time until I had enough fame to break away from that recording studio. And all the royalties from that album go to charities I know you all would appreciate- Alex’s is to a LGBT+ group that advocates for teens in that community in foster care. Reggie’s is an animal shelter. Luke, yours goes to a music group that teaches teens in poverty how to make music. Sis, I found a musical theater that needed funds so I pour money into their campaign. And Aricka M, I found a dance studio that also teaches the importance of music and art for life lessons.”

The declaration got the young adults on the couch crying. Aricka M finally stood and threw herself in Bobby’s arms. Bobby welcomed the hug, squeezing her tightly and apologizing softly. “Baz…” she whispered, and he hugged her tighter.

“Ari,” he replied. “I never forgot about any of you. In fact- Care, why don’t you tell them your middle name?”

Carrie smiles softly, wetly. “My name is Carolyn Aricka Wilson.”

Everyone looks at Aricka Shaw, whose eyes widened and more tears fell as she embraced her niece once again. “You have my name-,” she whispered.

“Daddy never let me forget about the aunt I never knew,” she says. “That’s why I saw you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until you told me.”

Aricka stroked Carrie’s pink hair and the girl curls into her aunt. “I’ll never be upset at you for that, Care. I knew one day Bobby would be a great dad. And look at you- you’re strong and beautiful and so talented. I’m so proud of both of you.”

That was the tipping point for Carrie, and tears fell down the girl’s face. “I-I’m not brave…. I ran away from my best friends,” she says. Aricka looks at Julie; who inches closer to her former friend.

“Carrie… we never talked about why we stopped being friends,” she says. Julie and Carrie walked away to give the phantoms and Trevor some privacy to finish their conversation.

Reggie was the next one to walk over to the two Arickas’ and Trevor. “… You recorded My Name is Luke and Crooked Teeth- as tributes?”

Trevor nods. “You never had a chance to professionally record them. I just- had to do something. The world deserved to hear your songs.”

Alex walked over. “Our brothers- mine and Aricka’s- are they-?”

“Sean is a lawyer and Damien is a foster parent and owns a bar not far from the Orpheum,” Trevor says. “They created the Mercer Scholarship for kids who are musically inclined and want to pursue a music education in college.”

Finally Luke returned to Aricka S’s side. “… so you didn’t just steal our music for the money?”

Trevor gapes and protests, “NO-! It was never about the money for me. It was always about making sure you guys had the chance to be heard. I just wanted to keep you guys alive somehow- even if you weren’t physically there.”

That was all the boys needed to hear before crushing Bobby in a hug- Aricka M and Aricka S joining them. The same yellow glow that they felt when Julie hugged them filled them again and Aricka S sighed in relief.

She had her band back.

She had her brother back.

And she had Carrie back.

Maybe this second chance would give her an opportunity to be the aunt she never got to be.

And maybe, she thought, Reggie and I can finally open that music therapy camp we always wanted to.

~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @callsign-revenge @tsundere-selfship

[pvnk-whvre]

Wade Wilson x equally chaotic reader hcs 👀

AH MY FIRST ASK! Thanks for requesting bro!

Ok you didn't specify if you wanted platonic or romantic? Soooo imma do both😃

Reader has no specified gender

Platonic hcs

Oh? Do you want to leave the house without a warm Wade Wilson goodbye? No, you're going to get a hug that smells of cocaine and weed. Upon finally leaving, you hear, "Bye kiddo, make sure you get in trouble for Papa!" With an over exaggerated kiss blown your way.

"Hey kiddo, have you seen my katana...kid? Why is my katana in that guys stomach right now?" He said with a hand on his hip. "I don't know. I got bored, and he was conveniently placed there."

Chimichangas for breakfast and dinner. Lunch is a healthy dose of some sort of drugs or killing. There is no in between. Dessert is rom-coms and tears. Don't forget to say hello to his unicorn!

You sometimes have to help help blind Al around the house but for fucks sake quit making so many sex jokes around that poor lady.

please...clean Wade's suit... it smells horrible

"Hey Wade, want to go TP and throw eggs at the X mansion with me? Colossus pissed me off again." You muttered, grabbing some of Al's eggs promising you'd pay her back later. "Umm fuck yeah I want to! Just don't hit pinky pie or teenage angst they'll have my head...well they kinda can, I can just grow a new one!"

You joke about getting avocado lotion for him. "Hey, Deads, I got this avocado scented lotion for you. Maybe some pheromone shit will happen, and you won't look like a dumpster fire anymore." He whipped his head around, grabbing where his heart is and stumbling around,"wounded"

You cut Wade's arm off once just to give it to a bad guy asking, "Need a hand?" While Wade came up behind that person killing them. "Okay, that was hilarious, but give a guy a heads up!"

he takes you to the bar with him, and you both get on Weasel's ever loving last nerve. I mean, he's both of y'all's arms dealer. Why not mess with him?

All and all, a very chaotic duo

Romantic hcs

What's personal space? He's always touching or hugging unless you specifically tell him not to.

Reassure him that he's still a handsome man. You lightly pick on him for being an old avocado, but that's about it.

he gives you his unicorn and whatever else of his you want before he leaves for a mission.

there was a time when you came with him and you both got captured. You're actually the one who figured out how to escape...he was just gonna cut himself up to fit through the bars. "You're a merc, and that was your best idea?" "I mean, the plan was literally going to be in bits and pieces."

sex jokes? Oh yeah, all the time. You can't stop this man he's hitting on you like you guys are at the bar, and he's trying to take you home. You shock him if you return the same energy.

makes sure you're asleep before he even thinks about going to bed himself.

you and him took a pole dance class so he could show off, and he wanted to see you move like that.

he had a funny idea to put his mask on you during a mission, and it was funny watching another version of himself walking around killing.

Do you know those hugs where you get picked up and are just held there for a while? Yeah, that's him, except his face is in your chest no matter what it looks like.

Colossus has walked in on you both making out and out of embarrassment. You attempted to cover it up and say, "You wanna join?" But Wade went along saying "Yeah big boy, wanna have some funnnn?" You hit him on the head.

Pizza and movie dates. It doesn't matter where y'all are you guys are going on a date if he can help it. He thinks it's cuter when you set things up.

Oh, someone hurt you? They never existed. He knows you can handle yourself he wanted to take care of it.

He'll buy you Deadpool themed merchandise ALL. THE. TIME. You like are running out of space for it at this point.

There's a hoodie with his logo on it and he's definitely fucked you in that hoodie before.

He probably would like running a knife or a gun down your sides. The gun is never loaded, but you don't know that.

knows he could get out of it, but he thinks it'd be fun if you tied him up.

Oh, I'm definitely thinking about his stamina and strength...

After y'all do have sex straight to the bathtub or shower to get cleaned off. He could care less, but he knows you want to be clean.

CUDDLE SPOONING KING

He'd like to be little spoon sometimes. Other than that, he likes laying between your legs with his arms around your waist to make sure you can't leave in the morning.

[kaunis-sielu]

Burning Rose: End

It’s a tense few minutes, you feel Bucky calm at your back as Wilson seems to be weighing his options. Either he give up his claim on you and get a willing Beta or he can choose to fight Bucky for you, an Alpha who has several other Alphas and a True Alpha on his side.

“Beta. Come here.” Vanessa moves to his side and looks hopefully up at him. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No Alpha.” She says dropping her gaze again. You’re truly disgusted by his behavior.

“Fine. I’ll take the Beta instead of the Omega.”

“You’ll leave Blossom alone?” Steve asks.

“Yes.”

“And her former pack?”

“Fine.”

“And mine and Clark’s.”

“If it’ll make you happy.”

“Ecstatic.” Steve snarks then Wilson nods at his track suit fools and takes Vanessa’s hand he pulls her into him and marks her in front of you.

“Mine.” He rumbles and she lets out a happy sigh.

“Go.” Steve Alpha commands with a sneer and a smirking Wilson and Vanessa leave. Sam and Carol follow them out to make sure they leave. Once they leave you go slack against Bucky.

“Hey, Darlin’ you’re okay.” Bucky soothes as he pulls you flush against him, his arms keeping you upright more than you are.

“I’ve never been so scared in my whole fucking life.” You mutter, out of the corner of your eye you see Fawn turn and bury her face into Steve’s chest.

“You were incredible Fawn. Thank you.” You tell her and she hums softly.

“Just playing to his big fat ego.” Her voice is muffled by Steve’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face. “If I ever have to smell him again I might throw up.”

“That bad?” Steve asks and she lets out a small whimper.

“That bad.” You affirm from where you’re leaned against Bucky, he presses a kiss to your mark and you have to bite back the moan that threatens to pass your lips.

“Do you think it’s really over?” Clark asks and Steve nods.

“I might be optimistic but I do. I think that he knows that he can’t win against this alliance we have.”

“We’re with you.” Clark says again before shaking Steve’s hand. “I should probably go. I have to find a new florist to get Punkie some flowers so she doesn’t rip my head off when I get home.”

“Get her a peony bouquet.” You offer and Clark gives you a smile.

“Thanks Blossom. Let me know when your shop is back up and running and I’ll be back.” You move out of Bucky’s embrace to give Clark a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Tell Punkie anytime she wants to get together let Blossom know. I think we should introduce her to Becca.” Fawn says and both Steve and Bucky groan.

“Like Becca needs any encouragement to be a sassy little thing.” Bucky says and both you and Fawn laugh.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” You agree and Clark gives you a little nod before leading the group out of his office.

You and Bucky go home, Becca is with Pietro, something you can tell Bucky still isn’t completely okay with, you and Fawn have agreed to keep working on the Alphas to give him a chance.

“What do you wanna do tonight Darlin’?” He asks closing the door behind you.

“Can we talk about the fact that you’re a multimillionaire?”

“I mean, we can?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have changed your opinion of me?”

“No, it might have Maria though.” You tease him and he laughs pulling you to him to kiss you.

“I have an idea for what we can do.”

“What’s that?”

“We could start designing our house. We’re gonna be moving upstate, the whole pack is, there’s more space up there and we won’t share a house with Becca.”

“That sounds really wonderful. Could we maybe put a workspace for me to do flowers?”

“Absolutely, and we can maybe do a redesign of your shop?”

“You’re okay with me still working?”

“Darlin’ whatever makes you happy I’m okay with.” You hum happily before pressing a kiss to his jaw, unless he bends to meet you that’s the highest you can reach when you’re standing. “God you’re so sweet Darlin’.” He murmurs before kissing you.

🔥🌹🔥🌹

Bucky brings you to the office where his tablet is. “Wanna just work in here?”

“Yea,” you agree and he sits down and you sit in his lap and he wraps his arms around you. If it was up to him you’d never sit in a chair again, he loves having you as close to him as possible.

“So this is what I’d designed before. Nat helped a little but we can always start from scratch.”

“What is this?”

“This is the first floor layout. I like a two story, I don’t want our bedroom or our kids bedrooms on the first floor.”

“You wanna have kids?” You ask softly and he realizes suddenly that you’ve never talked about this.

“I mean, if you do I do but if you don’t then that’s okay.”

“Alpha I do.” You tell him pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I like the idea of having the bedrooms upstairs.”

“Oh, okay good.” Bucky says suddenly envisioning you with his children. When he looks up at you there’s a soft smile on your face.

“Okay, the first floor,” he says focusing back on the plans in front of you. “This is our plot,” he swipes to a photo of the piece of land he’d picked out. It’s next door to Steve and Fawn’s place overlooking the valley.

“Oh, wow.” You breathe and Bucky hums, “It’s so beautiful.”

“What do you think about the layout of the house?” He asks swiping back over to the layout he’s created. You hum softly,

“Could we switch the dining space and the kitchen or would that ruin it?”

“I think that’d be fine. Why do you want to?”

“We have this beautiful view, why not be able to enjoy it from the living room.

“Good point.” Bucky erases a couple of lines then switches the living room and dining room.

“It looks weird. What if we switch the kitchen and living room?” Bucky does then hums softly,

“I like that. How is up here for your flowers?” He asks pointing at the room he has labeled with a question mark.

“I’ll need some fridges in there, but I’m good with that.” You agree, “Can I see upstairs?” Bucky swipes again and the upstairs appears. “Is this as big the first floor?”

“A little smaller, I really love the idea of a loft area so we can sit and look at the valley from upstairs.”

“Oh that sounds lovely.” You trace a line of the bedroom with your finger, “you can say no if you want but could we put in a pool?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I love swimming.” You tell him and he swipes back to the first floor and adds a pool to the backyard then shifts the house a little closer to the street.

“We’ll have to fence in the yard with a pool.”

“That’s okay. I’d want it fenced in either way eventually.” When he glances up at you quizzically you elaborate, “When we have kids I don’t want them anywhere near the edge of the valley.”

“Oh, good point.”

“Is there a basement?”

“Yea, mostly for storage and then my shop is down there.”

“Your shop?”

“I do a lot of woodworking. I made our headboard and am working on a rocking chair for Wanda and Vision.”

“That’s, that’s really attractive.” You murmur and Bucky chuckles softly.

“Yea?”

“Can I watch sometime?”

“Darlin’ you can watch all the time.” He flirts and you bite your lower lip humming softly.

“What else have you made?”

“The kitchen table, and I’ve sold quite a few pieces.”

“Could you make me a custom workspace? For my shop?”

“Absolutely, whatever you want Darlin’.” Bucky assures you and he feels a happy little zip through your bond. “I love you.”

“I love you too Bucky. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being patient with me. For protecting me. For making me feel so loved. I just, I never imagined being so lucky to actually love and want to be with my mate. I can’t put into words how grateful I am to you.”

“You humble me Blossom.” Bucky says, the fact that you’re being so open with him, when mere days ago you’d been afraid of any Alpha that wasn’t Maria floors him. “I love you. I’m so proud of you. I love you.” He says before you press your mouth to his. Bucky slides his fingers through your hair as you kiss him, it’s a slow sweet kiss, no rush to it. When you pull away you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones and smile at him.

“I love you and I can’t wait to do forever with you.”

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Make Me

Sam Wilson x Reader

*a/n: Reposting this fic, hope y’all enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: Smut, spanking, oral (m receiving) 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Make me.

Those two words were a challenge you had recently taken to giving your friend Sam. You loved the look he would get when you said it.

It started when you were hanging around his house teasing him out of boredom.

“Y/N, you’re being really annoying right now,” he had told you as you threw paper balls at him while he tried to work.

“Well, Samuel, I’m bored and it’s your problem now,” you told him, tossing more paper at him.

“Seriously, Y/N, stop,” he said, catching the paper.

Getting in his face, you said with a laugh, “Make me.”

You had seen a dark look cross his eyes that sent a shiver through you, but he didn’t do anything so you just laughed again, shrugging it off. But from that moment on, you started saying it more and more; just to see that look.

The time that really stuck in your mind though was when you were out with him and Bucky and Steve. Of course you were joking with him, you always did. Bucky was telling you about some mission or other where Sam had gotten kicked off a moving truck. You were of course horrified, but you put on a brave face because he was standing right there next to you, alive, well, and whole, rolling his eyes at Bucky who was laughing as he told the story.

“You should have seen his face,” Bucky laughed, trying to make the face he’d seen Sam do.

You laughed and turned to Sam, “Well, I’m glad you’re alright. That bird costume really does come in handy, huh?”

“Bird costume!?” Sam exclaimed, while Bucky and Steve fell over each other, laughing.

“Awww, Sammy I’m kidding, you know I love your pigeon suit!”

Sam sucked his teeth and made to walk away, but you grabbed his arm, trying to stop him.

“Hey, c’mon, relax man, I’m kidding.”

“You know what, you gotta chill with that.”

“You need to lighten up, so serious all the time.”

“You need to stop playing or…”

“Or what?”

He shook his head and tried to walk off again.

“Nope,” you said, grabbing on to his arm again. “Or what, Samuel?”

He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you with a slight frown on his face.

You smirked.  “That’s what I thought. You ain’t gonna do shit,” you turned back to Steve and Bucky, but Sam grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.

“Stop trying me, Y/N.”

“Hmph,” you huffed before saying your favorite comeback, “Make me.”

He jerked your arm, pulling you closer so he was in your face. “Keep saying that and one of these days I will.”

You grinned and stepped closer to him. “I absolutely look forward to that,” you told him with a wink, shaking his arm off and walking away.

Bucky and Steve, who had been standing there watching the whole exchange, watched you as you walked off then turned to Sam.

Bucky spoke first, “Call me crazy, but I think she wants you.”

Sam shook his head. “You’re crazy.”

“I dunno, man,” Steve piped in. “Seems like it to me.”

Sam didn’t comment, he just looked after you, thinking…

———-

Thinking about what his friends said over the next week, he had made up his mind to test their theory. He decided to throw a get together at his place. Since it was nice out, he made it a cookout so that everyone would be outside. When you got there, a little late, the party was in full swing. Everyone was hanging out, talking, eating, and dancing to the music that was pumping the big speakers Sam had placed around the yard. You waved at Steve who was playing at being the DJ. You then found Sam and Bucky and gave them both big hugs, then you went off to get something to eat and mingle.

After having a few conversations with Rhodey, Wanda, Peter, and a few others, you made your way over to Bucky who was standing at the grill, watching over some of the food and started a conversation with him. While in the middle of it, Sam came back with a tray for the food.

“Buck, whatever is finished, put it on here,” he told him, holding it as Bucky placed some burgers and hot dogs onto the tray.

You turned to him and said mockingly, “Rude, I was in the middle of telling him something.”

“You can still tell him,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just letting him know what to do.”

“Whatever, Sammy.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” you said with a smirk. “I’ve put up with you this long, I’ve earned the right.”

Sam shook his head at Bucky, who seemed to be hyper focused on placing each piece of food extra carefully on the tray, not saying a word to either of you. He was used to this bickering, and he knew why you always started arguments.

“Don’t start, Y/N,” Sam warned. “Not here.”

Again you just said, “Whatever.”

Sam let out a frustrated breath, his nostril flaring. You knew that look, but you couldn’t help yourself, you just had to tease him.

“Don’t be huffing and puffing around me, like you’re gonna do something, we both know you won’t.”

“Here you go trying me again,” he said. “For the last time: stop.”

You stepped as close as you could to him. “And for the last time: Make. Me.”

Sam just stood there, glaring at you, his eyes getting dark, the tray of food in his hands.

“Like I thought, you ain’t gonna do shit,” you said with a sly grin, loving the reaction you were getting out of him.

Just then Nat called over to you and you walked off, throwing Sam another smirk over your shoulder as you made your way to her.

Bucky looked at his friend. “Look, I know you don’t believe me, but I’m telling you, she wants you. All this picking on you… it’s childish, but I know I’m right.”

Sam shot him a look.

Bucky shrugged. “She wants you to do something, so I say do it.”

It only took him a second before he made up his mind. Setting the tray down, Sam determinedly made his way over to where you were.

“I need to talk to Y/N for a minute. Excuse us,” he said to Nat before pulling you away by your arm.

“Sam, what are you…” you started.

“C’mon here.”

You planted your feet. “No, tell me what you want.”

He let out a frustrated groan, then, to your (and the people around you) surprise, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, and headed inside his house.

Nat looked over at Bucky who just shrugged at her, acting as if he didn’t know what was going on.

——–

Once inside, he carried  you into his room, shutting the door before putting you down. You were laughing because this was so out of the ordinary from the normally stoic and calm Sam you knew.

“Umm, what’s up with you?” you asked him, still laughing.

“I’m tired of you messin with me.”

“It’s just jokes, Sam, you gotta lighten up,” you told him, reaching for the door.

He stopped you.

“Sam, move. You had your fun, ha ha funny, now move.”

“I’m not joking with you,” he said, grabbing your arm and walking towards you, making you back up until you felt your back hit the wall.

When you were against the wall, he placed his free hand against it, trapping you. You looked up into his eyes, and you saw that dark, serious look in them you had seen many times before. That look that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Sam, what..?”

“Like I said, I’m tired of you teasing me. Now you keep telling me to make you stop, so I will.”

“And how are you…”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your question before you felt his lips on your in a rough kiss that took your breath away. Not breaking the kiss, he reached his hand up under the light dress you had on. You involuntarily moved your hips towards his hand, and in one fluid motion, he gripped your panties, ripping them off and throwing them to the floor.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, pulling away when you felt the sting on your skin. You couldn’t deny it, that turned you on in a way that hadn’t happened before, but you tried to keep your attitude. “I liked those! Why’d you…”

He stopped you, kissing you again, sliding his tongue in your mouth while he slipped two of his thick fingers into your wet folds making you groan. You reached down, finding the top on his jeans and undoing them, pushing them down a bit, letting his dick spring free. He took his fingers from inside you and lifted you up again gripping the backs of your thighs, your back hitting the wall. In one swift thrust, you felt his dick enter you. Thicker than you had ever expected, you winced when you felt him stretch you as he slid inside.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to thrust inside you, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size. You held on tightly to his shoulders as he started to move at an unforgiving pace, your back hitting the wall with every inward thrust, his grip on your thighs tightening. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting it, you knew that there would be marks there.

“Fuck, Sammy,” you moaned out as he kept moving inside you.

He frowned slightly hearing that name, slowed to a stop, and backed up, still deep inside you, until the backs of his knees hit the bed, he then sat down, none too gently, making you wince again. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, as you started to move on top of him, leaning your forehead against his. He kept rubbing your thighs, higher and higher until his hands were on your hips. Gripping them, he helped you move on top of him. When you had the pace he wanted, he then slid his hands around to your ass, rubbing it.

His lips found yours again, kissing you softly, making you smile. But that smile was soon replaced by a loud yelp of shock when you felt him smack your ass, hard, making you slow to a stop.

“Ah, what was that for?”

“For talkin all that shit,” he said, smacking your ass again with the same intensity.

You winced. “I-I was just playin.”

“Uh-huh,” he said with another hard spank. “Well, I told you to stop and you wouldn’t listen.”

“Sammy, I…”

Smack. “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

You didn’t say anything.

“Oh, so you can’t answer me?” he said, lifting you off of his dick. “You always have so much to say any other time.”

Before you knew it, you were laid across his lap, your dress pushed up, your bare ass exposed. He spanked you again, causing you to yelp.

“Now I said, what did I tell you about callin me that?”

“D-don’t do it.”

“Right. You ain’t gonna do it anymore, huh?”

Silence.

He spanked you hard again. “Answer me.”

“N-no,” you cried.

“No, what?”

When you didn’t answer again, you were met with yet another hard smack.

“I said, no, what? You know what I wanna hear,” he spanked you again. “So say it.”

“Daddy,” you gasped. “No, daddy. I won’t do it anymore.”

“Good, girl,” he said, sitting you up and pushing you back onto the bed, making you wince when your ass hit the comforter. He loomed above you, sliding his pants down and kicking them off. “Now let’s see what we can do about that attitude.”

“I…” he cut you off, as he knelt on the bed and grabbed your legs, spreading them apart and entering you again. “Fuck, daddy.”

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he fucked into you hard, his hands gripping your waist. “Bet you won’t talk all that shit now.”

“N-no,” you moaned. “I won’t.”

“You just need to have that attitude fucked out of you. Don’t you?”

“Y-yes, daddy shit, yes!” your groans becoming louder as he angled his hips, hitting your spot. “Right there, daddy.”

You had almost forgotten the party going on outside, until you heard the music that was playing outside come to a momentary stop. You didn’t think much of it, until Sam hit your spot again, making you scream. After that you heard it turn back on, louder this time.

The party and people outside (who you were sure could hear you) were pushed out of your mind when he slid his hands up to your back, lifting you up, his hands holding you tight as he moved you up and down on his dick. You gripped his shoulders, holding on to him. You leaned forward and kissed him, moaning into his mouth.

He lifted you off of him, turning you over and sliding in from behind. Gripping your hips and pounding into you. You buried your head in the bed, trying to smother your moans.

“Uh-uh, don’t get quiet now,” Sam grunted. “Let them hear you. Let them hear what daddy’s doing to you.”

You lifted your head, letting out another loud moan. “Fuck, daddy, don’t stop.”

You heard the music outside get a little louder.

“That’s my good girl, fuck, you feel so good. Goddamn, so fucking good.”

You felt him stop and smack you ass once more, not as hard this time, signaling you to keep moving. You planted your hands on the bed and started throwing your ass back on him, fucking yourself on his dick. You felt his hands rub up and down your back as you kept moving against him. He then slid his hands around to your front, pulling you up against his chest. You rested your hands on his thick thighs, gripping them to keep yourself steady. One of his hands moved up to fondle your breasts through your dress while the other went down to rub on your clit.

“C’mon, baby, cum for daddy.”

“I’m so close,” you moaned. “So-so close.”

You soon felt your orgasm creeping up on you. He started kissing and biting on your neck as you moved against him, his hands still working their magic on you. You felt your body tense up as your orgasm built up, spreading from your core, to your toes, making them curl, to the tips of your fingers, digging into the skin of his thighs. You came with a loud shout, your pussy clenching around his dick, your body jerking forward. Sam kept a tight hold on you as you rode it out.

When your breathing evened out, he let you go, slipping out of you and climbing off the bed. Stroking himself.

“You okay?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good, cuz I’m not finished with you yet,” he grinned. “C’mere.”

You got off the bed, a little shakily, and looked at him.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Obediently, you knelt in front of him and took his dick in your hand. You stroked it a little, marveling at the feel of it: thick and heavy, with prominent veins.

“Go on.”

You licked around the head, then slid your tongue along the length of it, making sure you got it nice and wet. When you heard him take in a sharp breath, you wrapped your lips around the head and started sucking on it. You took it in your mouth, inch by inch, until you couldn’t fit anymore. You wrapped your hand around the bit you couldn’t fit and started stroking him in time with the movements of your mouth. He began moving his hips along with you. You held your head still and let him fuck himself into your mouth. You held onto his thighs as he started moving faster, pushing his dick almost all the way in, making you gag.

“Mmm, so good,” he murmured from above you. “Letting daddy fuck your mouth like this. Such a good girl.”

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes and saliva drip from your lips as he kept fucking your mouth, but you didn’t pull away. Soon you felt his legs start to tremble as the movements of his hips became erratic.

“Shit, goddamn,” you heard him curse as you felt him release warm ropes of cum in your mouth.

You swallowed as much as you could before letting him fall out of your mouth. You then licked up any you missed from his dick, looking up at him as you did. He smiled down at you, when you finished.

“Good girl,” he said again, helping you up. “Now, go get cleaned up so we can go back out.”

You nodded and made your way to the bathroom. You grabbed a cloth and ran it under some warm water. You cleaned yourself up as best you could. Wiping your face and straightening your dress that was bunched up around your waist. You ran your fingers through your hair. Looking in the mirror, you deemed yourself presentable, then headed back out into his room, where he had put back on his pants and was waiting for you.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Uh-uh, you know better,” he said, placing a hand on your hip and sliding it around to your ass.

You smiled. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good,” he said, kissing you with a smile. “Let’s go.”

When you headed back outside, a few people avoided making eye contact with either of you, smirking in their drinks. You knew they’d heard you; you didn’t care though. You walked slowly back over to Nat, limping slightly, picking up the conversation you were having earlier, as if nothing had interrupted you.

Over on the other side of the yard, Bucky and Steve were talking with Sam.

“So,” Bucky said. “Was I right?”

“Yeah, yeah, you were right.”

“Do you think she’ll stop now?” Steve asked. “You know picking on you, because, and no offense, it is kinda funny.”

Sam looked over to where you were and with a smirk you rolled your eyes at him.

“I almost kinda hope not,” Sam laughed. “It’s gonna be fun trying to get that attitude out of her.”

[double-hoe-seven]

Long Night

Kinktober Day 18 Kinktober Prompt: Thigh Riding/Face Riding Summary: Slade’s back home after a long mission and he knows exactly what he wants. Pairing: Slade Wilson/Deathstroke x Reader Word Count: 1,180 Warnings: fem-receiving oral, face riding, thigh riding, murder mentioned

Fandom: DCEU/Justice League (Snyder Cut) Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A hot shower fixed everything. Long day sitting at a desk? Hot shower. Exhausted from your workout? Hot shower. Spend a few hours doing a few side gigs and ended it covered in blood and grime? Extra hot shower. The last one was your position, though what you called a side gig was committing any number of crimes indiscriminately; you'd burned and robbed houses and offices for the insurance money and you'd committed your fair share of murders too but your forte was hacking and theft, you left the murders to your husband. By the time you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, the water had begun to run cold. You washed the remaining conditioner out of your hair and soap off your body before shutting the water off. With a nice fluffy towel around your body, you get your hair mostly dry before strolling into the bedroom.

You immediately yelped in surprise when you saw your husband laying in bed, arms folded behind his head and his eyes-well, his good eye- closed. Your hand that was reaching for the gun in the bathroom cabinet fell to your side with an exasperated sigh. "You know, most husbands greet their wives when they return after being gone for almost two months," you make sure your voice is dripping with sarcasm. "You were in the shower and I wanted to give you peace. Besides baby, I just got home anyway," he reasoned, flashing you an extra tired-looking grin. "C'mon, c'mere, I missed you," he patted his lap and looked at you with his bottom lip in a slight pout. When you started to object, he started gently pulling you towards the bed and when you were close enough, he pulled you into the bed and had you straddle his thigh.

His hands rested on your hips and he grinned as he shoved your towel off, throwing it towards the bathroom "and in case you haven't noticed I'm wearing your favorite of my tactical pants." "I might've noticed," you said, humming at the way his thigh flexed under the fabric that was pressed against your exposed core. "You wanna ride my thigh, babygirl?" He asked, his hands coming up to gently fondle your chest, flicking his thumb over your nipples.

Slowly, you began rocking your hips against his thigh, the rough texture of the fabric providing just enough stimulation to make you want more. Your hands rested on his shoulders for support as you rocked your hips faster, small quiet moans fell from your lips each time your clit came into contact with the material. "Aw, you haven't touched yourself since I left, have you, baby? Been a good girl while I was away?" He asked as his eyes wandered over your already disheveled state. You shook your head; you hadn't had time, you kept yourself busy to avoid worrying about him. "Good, good girl," he praised softly, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck as you desperately moved your hips faster for more friction.

Slowly, he tightened his fingers around your neck and he pulled you down into a bruising kiss. It was almost the embodiment of him; rough, violent, and most of all dominating. A couple of times you felt your teeth clash with his but he held you there, leaving you no choice but to take what he gave. Slade roughly bit your bottom lip and the minute your mouth opened enough, he forced his tongue in, fighting yours for dominance. "Gonna soak my pantleg, baby? You gonna cum just from the friction alone?" He taunted after looking down at the spot on his pants that was quickly becoming drenched in your arousal as you rode his thigh. He knew you were getting close when you buried your face in his chest.

"Stop," he suddenly said, grabbing your hips and stilling them. "Noo!" You objected with a frustrated sigh, you'd been so close. "Sorry, baby, that's not what I want you to be riding when you cum," Slade said, patting your thigh affectionately. "Up." Reluctantly, you moved to sit on the bed beside him while he moved to lay down more full, his head resting more evenly on the mattress. He looked at you with that damned smirk of his "c'mere, babygirl, give daddy a taste of what he's been missing." You didn't hesitate before carefully straddling his face. Your eyes instantly fluttered shut as you lowered yourself onto him, his beard already tickling and scratching your inner thighs. His tongue took long, slow swipes up your cunt before circling your clit.

He smacked your thigh lightly, telling you to move your hips and you obliged. Your hips slowly rocked back and forth, his tongue toying with your entrance every so often between desperate swipes of his tongue. His grip on your thighs tightened before he bulled you down further onto his face, moaning against your lips and send vibrations through to your very center. "Fuck..Slade..." you muttered, already out of breath. You leaned forward and tightly gripped onto the headboard with both hands for support, panting some and closing your eyes. He expertly alternated between sucking your clit harshly to invading your quivering hole with his tongue, using your thighs to hold you as close to his face as possible. You chanted the word 'fuck' like a mantra, all but grinding onto his face desperately chasing your release.

Your movements only became more desperate and your sounds louder as you felt your climax building up, the coil quickly tightening and tightening in your lower abdomen. "Slade!" You nearly yelled out when the coil finally snapped. He eagerly lapped up your juices as you came down, squeezing your thighs hard enough to leave bruises in place of his fingers. His tongue gradually slowed down as you came down from your heavenly high. On wobbly legs, you raised yourself off of his face and let yourself collapse into bed beside him. He looked over at you with a smirk, his beard drenched in you "you were so desperate I didn't even have to use my fingers to get you off." "I missed you, Slade, you know I always do," you mumbled tiredly as you tried to curl up against his side. He stopped you and laid you flat on your back again, this time he was the one straddling you, his arms caging you in beneath him "and I missed you too, babygirl."

"Think you can give me another one?" He asked as he unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down enough to free his painfully erect member. You gave a nod and lazily wrapped your legs around his waist "whatever you want, Slade." He leaned down to capture your lips in a comparatively gentle kiss, making sure you got a perfectly good taste of yourself on his tongue before he buried himself in you with one swift thrust. He sighed reveled in the quiet gasp you made, followed by the whimper of being overstimulated. You'd be in for a long night, you always were when he came back home.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot! 

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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word count: 5.8k 

Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas. 

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here. 

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going. 

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought. 

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened. 

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then  …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended. 

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance,  “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.” 

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega. 

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed. 

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you. 

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him. 

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him. 

You huffed. 

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move. 

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name. 

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice. 

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs. 

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before. 

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica. 

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful. 

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you. 

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly. 

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible. 

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much. 

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles. 

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away. 

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him. 

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket. 

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate. 

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly. 

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest. 

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected. 

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking. 

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself. 

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure. 

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money. 

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed. 

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong. 

She dreams of pain and suffering.  

Go to her. 

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control. 

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life. 

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in. 

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again. 

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry.  “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate,  “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to. 

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk.  “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield. 

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner. 

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning. 

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha. 

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things. 

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do. 

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate. 

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about. 

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you. 

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?” 

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back. 

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.” 

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin.  Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips. 

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth. 

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged. 

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer. 

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize. 

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life. 

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now. 

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched. 

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …” 

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you. 

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was. 

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

 The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed. 

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt. 

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess. 

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body. 

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming. 

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly. 

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks. 

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

[erimeows]

Bittersweet

Steady, nimble fingers push back locks of oily brown hair as Gregory House and James Wilson sit together on the bathroom floor of a shitty hotel. The brunette is throwing up the remnants of their last meal- the hotel’s shitty room service spaghetti and meatballs- which proves to be a disgusting combination when it comes back up with two glasses of red wine and a couple bites of chocolate raspberry cheesecake.

House chooses not to make jokes for once in favor of holding his best friend’s hair back, gently rubbing the area right between his best friend’s shoulder blades in an attempt to make it better, even if he knows he’ll never be able to make it better.

They’re on month three of the presumed five they were given to live, somewhere in the middle of nowhere- northern Nevada, Greg remembers. James is steadily getting worse; restless, sweaty nights with nightmares of life and hallucinations of death turn into days where he can’t keep food down or walk straight for more than a few yards without help. The former oncologist is acting like he isn’t tired, but it’s written on his face- once tight, young, sunkissed skin turned loose, aged, and sickly grey. He’s lost an ungodly amount of weight and energy. Greg tries to ignore it.

When James finishes emptying his stomach’s contents, the first thing he does is wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. The second thing he does is rest his back against the bathroom wall behind him and stare up at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Greg checks the vomit in the toilet; it’s typical, no coffee-ground-like brown blood to signal ulcers or internal bleeding. Greg lets out a sigh of relief and flushes the toilet, stands on shaky legs, and offers his hands. James takes them, barely stands without falling back onto the ground, then groans before pushing Greg away. The former diagnostician doesn’t take any offense to it- James tries his best to maintain his independence, even with his condition, and tends to get frustrated when he receives more help from Greg than he thinks he needs.

Greg knows that when James dies, he will, too, so most of his days are spent making the most of the time they have left while also thinking about everything he could’ve done different. He thinks about his failures- his parents, Stacy, Kutner, Amber, and now, Wilson- and about his successes- Lisa, Rachel, Dominika, Wilson- and it tears him apart from the inside out. But this isn’t about him, it’s about James, so he keeps both his content and his anguish bottled up inside. 

With a somber gaze, he watches the younger man, who’s standing at the sink and brushing his teeth. The scent of hot, acidic spaghetti mixed with chocolate raspberry cheesecake and cheap wine plagues the bathroom, and it takes everything in House not to gag at it.

“You shouldn’t brush your teeth right after throwing up like that,” House scolds. “It just scrapes off the enamel.”

All he receives in return is a pointed glare-

“I’m dying, you think I give a shit about my teeth? Jackass. Not like I’m gonna live long enough to see them decay. Or are you afraid they’ll be too yellow for the funeral I’m not going to have?”

-that glare and those sardonic words are accompanied by a bittersweet smile, which House quickly returns. 

“I don’t know, you’ve always been very particular about your appearance. Thought you might care about them being yellow and worn down when you eventually die of liver failure or something.”

“Yeah, right.”

Wilson finishes brushing his teeth and drags his feet out of the bathroom with House following, cane in hand. The younger man tumbles onto the queen-sized mattress, which smells like cheap laundry soap. 

House sits next to Wilson and pulls the younger man’s head to rest on his lap, even if it makes his right thigh scream in agony. He reaches down, strokes the thin and wispy chestnut locks on Wilson’s head, and hums. 

It’s a typical night for them; staying in a hotel, eating dinner, Wilson puking it up, them going to bed exhausted. Usually, they’ll lay in the bed, Wilson falling asleep on House’s chest and House staying up most of the night watching soaps. He hasn’t been sleeping- no, he doesn’t want to sleep, because with every night that ends with them in each other’s arms, they get one day closer to their inevitable end. He dreads sleeping, dreads looking at the clock, dreads every single day that passes, dreads every time they go to the next place. They’re slowly ticking off the list of places to go and things to do. 

I’m out of time… He’s running out of time. Oh, God, we’re running out of time.

“I love you,” Wilson says, and House only nods.

“I know you do,” He murmurs, and at first, he almost leaves it at that, but he knows that James needs to hear it as well- it’s the least he can give after everything he’s taken from the brunette. “And I love you, too.”

“No, I mean I love you, House.”

The sudden confession takes House for a spin, knocks the wind out of him, even. He’s known for years that Wilson has been in love with him, and he’s always returned the feelings, but he’s never said anything. He’s always known better. They’d never work out, they’d only hurt each other, House would ruin him. Those are the excuses he’s used to avoid telling Wilson the truth since 1991, and even after the cancer diagnosis and failed treatments, he thought it better not to say anything. Why would he? So he could enjoy five months of a bittersweet relationship only to have Wilson go and die on him? So he could have everything he’s ever wanted within an arm’s reach only to have it all disappear? So he could be left alone again?

The selfish part of House wants to keep pretending that he’s oblivious, but if Wilson is ready to put himself out there after all these years, then House figures he can do the same- after all, he wants to give Wilson everything he possibly can in their last few months together.

“I’m not stupid. I know what you meant. I’ve always known, Wilson,” Greg swallows, his throat tight. He feels so tense that he can’t even breathe right. “And I love you, too.”

“I should’ve said something sooner,” James shifts to look up, his head still in Greg’s lap. They meet eyes, tired blue pouring into hazy brown. James takes a deep breath, shakes his head, and sighs. “I really should’ve said something sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You know, the time we grew up in… This- what we have right now, what we’ve always had behind closed doors- it wasn’t okay. I had so many people looking to me, I didn’t want to disappoint them, but it seems like you’re the only one that matters in the end. I guess it’s karma.”

“It’s almost better this way. This would’ve hurt ten times worse if we had already been, y’know, since we met.”

“You aren’t wrong, but,” James wipes his eyes. Greg looks away, unsure of whether or not he wants to know if James is crying his eyes out over this. “I wonder what could’ve been. Think we would’ve had kids?”

“Absolutely not. Maybe a dog… Or a chicken. Even better, a bunch of chickens,” House laughs. They both laugh. And they both cry, too. “You know what else? I think our relationship would’ve been mediocre. We would’ve shared that house, cheated on each other, fought all the time, gotten back together. We never would’ve had kids, just like I said, and I know you’ve always wanted them.”

“We could’ve adopted… Or fostered,” Wilson suggests with a chuckle. 

“Right, because the gay couple consisting of a drug addicted cripple who’s never home and a three-time divorcee who’s also never home are definitely going to get approved for that,” House scoffs while using the collar of his t-shirt to wipe the tears from his face. His lips quiver, his “We’re no Cuddy, y’know. The closest I would’ve ever gotten was in that dumb brat of hers.”

“You mean Rachel? C’mon, you loved that kid. You would’ve been a great dad- better than yours.”

“I think a rock could’ve been a better dad than mine. That’s a pretty low bar,” House offers a half smile, reaches down, and pushes Wilson’s hair out of his face. The younger man is still looking up at him, still smiling, still crying. His ghostly cheeks are dusted pink, and his dimples and high cheekbones are more prominent than ever. “I think you would’ve been an amazing parent- at least without me. It’s a shame you’ll never get a chance.”

“Well, we could get a pet housefly in a few weeks. They only live for two months, so it’ll be dead by the time we’re done.”

“You’re not wrong,” Greg mutters. “Though I don’t think the point of raising something like it’s your child is to have it die around the same time as you.”

“You’re not wrong either,” James says, almost like he’s choking on his own emotions. Then, he’s sitting up and resting his head on Greg’s shoulder. “I know we were supposed to start heading to California in the morning, but… Why don’t we go a little bit south to Vegas and get married?”

“Gay marriage isn’t legal in Nevada yet,” House points out and furrows his brow. He’s more shocked by the fact that Wilson didn’t even consider that than he is by the fact that Wilson is suggesting they get married. “Not that it’d be legally binding anyways since I’m dead and we wouldn’t be able to get a marriage certificate. Or should I steal some poor unsuspecting woman’s identity real quick so we can get one? Let’s hope she isn’t already married, because bigamy’s illegal here, too.”

“Oh, please, you know that’s not what it’s about,” James crosses his arms over his chest briefly before rolling his chocolate brown eyes. He undresses to his boxers and lazily throws his clothes onto the floor. Greg thinks back to just five or six months ago; to the seemingly healthy James Wilson who would slowly undress, fold his clothes, and put them in a neat little pile- even on the worst days. This James Wilson doesn’t care as much anymore, and it’s clear that he’s aware of just how little the little things matter now. “It’s the sentiment- the proof of our bond that’ll still be here when I’m gone.”

“It’ll still be here when you’re gone regardless,” House argues and stands up to turn the lights off. They tumble into the bed together, House holding Wilson as tight as possible. They’re a mess of tangled limbs, tangled minds, tangled souls, and for a moment, it feels like they’re completely connected- it always does when they’re like this. House cherishes it while he can, because he knows that in a couple months, he’ll be stuck laying in a hotel bed like this all by himself. It’ll be cold, dark, lonely, and Wilson won’t be there to make it better. He dreads the thought and decides to think back to Wilson’s earlier suggestion instead. “We’ll head to Vegas in the morning. We can wear our nicest suits, have a shotgun wedding, gamble half our savings away, and get drunk as fuck. I’ll even buy you your favorite flowers.”

“You really know my favorite flowers?” James asks and buries his face in Greg’s chest. The affection is welcome, so much so that Greg responds by letting out a sigh of content and gently raking his blunt nails up and down the bare, clammy skin of the younger man’s back.

“Of course I do! All these years, you think I wouldn’t know? Why, I’m insulted…”

“Then what are they?”

“Yellow roses, but they have to be ones that you can replant because you get sad when flowers die.”

“I can hear your heart,” James smiles and puts his ear against the left side of Greg’s chest. “It’s beating fast.”

With Greg’s hands on James’s back, he can feel the former oncologist’s heartbeat as well. It’s slow and calm, but faint. Greg doesn’t say anything- James already knows, after all. They both know.

“Yeah? Well, we are getting married tomorrow after two decades of pining. Forgive me for being a little excited,” Greg smiles back. A comfortable, bittersweet silence takes over the room. Neither of them mind, but Greg is quick to break that silence by speaking. “It only beats like that for you, Jimmy… Always for you.”

[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 7)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a frustrating argument with his dad, Rafe goes to seek comfort in Y/N’s arms. This leads to him finally asking for the moment he has been waiting for. 

Masterlist

Y/N wakes up the next morning in the Camerons’ guest bedroom. She has a slight headache from the alcohol she drank the night before. She thinks about what almost happened with Rafe and is glad he pulled away. Now, being sober, she remembers what she saw at Midsummer and finds herself upset again. They never had a chance to talk about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Sarah comes in with a glass of water and Tylenol. Sarah being 14 meant that Rafe forces her to stay at a friend’s house whenever he throws a party. “Rafe told me to bring this up to you,” Sarah tells her as she hands over the things. Y/N takes the medicine, “Thanks.” “No problem. The boys are making breakfast downstairs,” Sarah informs as she walks towards the door. “And Y/N, I’m sorry about Wilson.” 

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Y/N finally makes her way downstairs and greets everyone at breakfast. Everyone eats with pleasant conversation. Sarah needed to get to the Trembley’s house to babysit the kids, so Mason offered to drive her, which left Y/N and Rafe alone to do the dishes. “So what does last night mean for us?” Rafe asks, handing over a wet plate for her to dry. Y/N takes the plate and starts to dry it, “Rafe, I appreciate you waiting to kiss me, but I saw you with Elizabeth at Midsummer and I know you know how I feel about her. I know that the unconscious part of you chose her because it would hurt me. So I can’t be with you right now. I need some time.” “Okay, I get that. I’m sorry that it hurt you, I wasn’t trying to. I want to be honest and tell you we did end up kissing last night too. But we only ever made out, it never went further than that,” Rafe confesses. This eases Y/N’s mind a little, but she still needs time to figure things out, “I understand, thanks for telling me. Since we are done, I think I’m just gonna go to the beach for a bit.” She places the dish towel back onto the oven railing and heads to the guest bedroom to get her stuff. 

She gets her stuff, heading back downstairs to say bye. “Can I borrow Sarah’s bike to go home? If she needs it any time soon, she can just text me and I’ll bring it over to her,” Y/N asks. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her from the sink, “Actually, hers is being tuned up at the store, so you can borrow mine. I’ll pick it up next time I come over. It should be around back near the pool.” Y/N nods her head. “Cool, thanks. See you later.”

———

Y/N got home safely and is now relaxing on the beach. She always tries to spend as much time here as she can during the summer because she feels at peace surrounded by water. She is relaxing on a water inflatable when Lacet finally makes her way to Y/N. “Look who is finally awake. It’s like three in the afternoon,” Y/N teases, shielding her eyes from the sun. Lacey groans, taking a sip from her coffee, “Shh, I still have a headache from last night. I never want to drink again.” 

Y/N laughs at her friend’s misery, “I’ve heard that before. At least it sounded like you had fun last night.” 

“You and I both know I like to pretend. This is totally tmi, but important to the story. I was on the toilet this morning because we both know that being hungover gives me the shits. But like I was looking at these recipes for different ways to make wellingtons and it got me thinking that we should have another girls’ dinner. Maybe tonight?” 

“Oooh, I love that idea. I could go over some of my writing with you. I was able to write another chapter.”

“I cannot wait. I can make some mocktails for us. Because mama cannot do another hangover tonight. I’m gonna make a beef Wellington and a mushroom one.” 

“Lol, I like the sound of that.” 

“So, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling about Wilson?” 

“I’m feeling better since last night. I mean I’m more hung up on the fact that he used me. Looking back on our relationship. I wasn’t really into him that much anyways. I think in a way, I was using him too.”

“Really? How so?”

“At first, I definitely do think that I liked him. But as I started to get to know him, I realized we weren’t good for each other and I should’ve ended it then. And yet, when I started to realize that maybe I didn’t hate Rafe, I pushed myself to be with Wilson because I didn’t want to admit it. We dated for a month, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I definitely don’t think that what I did was as bad as what he did because I did genuinely want to explore what we could be, but I wasn’t exactly perfect in the relationship either.”

“You are right. Using Wilson to ignore your feelings about Rafe wasn’t great. But at least, you recognize that. I bet you Wilson doesn’t even think he did anything wrong.” 

“True. I just want to get past the whole thing though. And before you try to shift the conversation to Rafe. I’m really not ready to talk about where we are out right now. Maybe tonight after I’ve eaten some delicious wellingtons and mocktails.”

Lacey nods, knowing her friend just needs some time to process what she is feeling. The two girls spend most of their time in the water for the rest of the day. Only making their way to Lacey’s house when the sun started setting.

——— 

The next day, Y/N is picking up some groceries for her mom. She rounds the corner of the aisle and accidentally hits someone else’s cart. “I’m so sorry,” she begins until she sees who she hit. “Oh, Elizabeth. How are you?” Y/N tries to be polite with the other girl. They may be rivals, but they are mostly civil with each other. “I’m pretty good. I’m sorry to hear about the break up though. What Wilson did was totally a jackass move,” Elizabeth replies sincerely. “Thanks. How are things going with you and Rafe? I saw you guys at Midsummer and he told me about you guys during the party,” she says, hoping to see if Rafe and Elizabeth’s stories match up. Elizabeth’s face turns into a slight frown, “Nothing really happened. We just made out both times. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he was just using me to distract himself from you.”

This causes surprise to cross over Y/N’s face. “Why do you think that?” she inquires with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Well, at Midsummer, I stopped making out with him because he groaned your name when I played with his hair. Then at his party, we were making out, when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. With the way he shut down the party after the call and from the rumours I heard, I’m pretty sure he dropped everything to go pick you up. Anyways I gotta go. Bye.” Y/N calls out a goodbye as Elizabeth walks away. 

Rafe told her the truth after all. What is more interesting to the girl is that Rafe seems to have done the same thing she has done. She finishes up her shopping and heads back home. 

———

A week has passed since Y/N’s break up, which means that school is also bound to start up again in about two weeks. Rafe is sitting in the living room, watching some random show he isn’t really paying attention to. His focus is diverted to his dad as Ward walks into the room with a huff. “Tell me why I just got a call from Mr. Porter saying that if you don’t give his son a public apologize, then he will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against you for assault,” Ward gripes to his son. Rafe honestly thought nothing more would come from the punch because it had been a week since it happened. “He was an ass to Y/N. I had to make sure he knew what happens when he messes with her.” Ward runs his hand down his face, “God, I knew that girl would get you in trouble. I want you to give that public apology tomorrow morning. You are going to do exactly what Mr. Porter says because if you don’t, then I’m not gonna clean up your mess this time. Is this understood?” Rafe agrees with the statement. He knows Y/N would prefer he takes the peaceful way out of this situation. 

He thinks the conversation is over, but his dad doesn’t get up from his seat on the couch. “I also want to know why I was sent a parent approval form from Marvin to sign, so you could start an internship with him,” Ward interrogates, his voice beginning to rise. Right, Rafe had forgotten to talk to his father about this before the paperwork was sent. “Well, Marvin and I were talking a few weeks ago about his law firm. He said he needed some extra help with some organizational stuff, so I offered to help,” Rafe begins to explain. “You wanted me to figure out how to do swim team, university work and an internship at Cameron’s Development, so I thought this would be a good trial run for university and Marvin thought the same. He said if I have any trouble with handling the internship and everything else, then it would be fine if I quit. Pre-law students are always looking to intern with him.” 

Ward shakes his head in disapproval, “If you wanted to intern somewhere, you should’ve just come with me. I don’t understand why you would work at a law firm. It has nothing to do with development.” “I know you have this life plan for me, but I wanted to do something for myself once. I may have been given help from Marvin to get the job. But it’s something new though and I asked for myself. I want to be able to experience other things in life other than just the development company,” Rafe clarifies to his dad. “Whatever, I’ll sign the stupid paper, but I don’t understand why the fuck you would make that choice. Why can’t you just do as you are told?” Ward complains to his son, storming off toward his office. Rafe expected a screaming match to happen between the two of them, but this felt worse somehow. 

Rafe keeps trying to do what his dad wants, but even when he thinks he has it figured out, he still disappoints his dad. Instead of feeling the normal anger that would normally radiate off of him after an argument with his dad, he feels this sadness that washes over him. His mom would always push him outside of his comfort zone and it was part of the reason why he offered to help Marvin. He thought his dad would understand that and be proud of him. But like always, Ward just wants to be able to control every aspect of Rafe’s life. Ward has this life plan for Rafe that he isn’t allowed to deviate from. Rafe knows Sarah doesn’t have to listen to what her dad plans for her life. He doesn’t understand why his dad puts all this pressure on him. Rafe feels like utter crap after that conversation and there is only one person, who he knows can make him feel better. She can be found in the Y/L/N residence. 

———

Y/N sits outside in the gazebo, reading her book in the hanging basket. She lifts her eyes from the page when she hears a knock from the screened door. “Hey, Y/L/N. Care for some company?” Rafe interrupts as he slowly opens the door. She could see his  watery eyes, looking like he is going to burst at any second, “Of course, what’s wrong?” She immediately wraps her arms around the boy and buries his head into her neck whilst leading him to sit on the loveseat. “Why does my dad insist on controlling my life? Why can’t I just do things for myself without him questioning everything?” Rafe cries, feeling safe to now let himself be vulnerable with the girl. 

Y/N knows this is always a source of upset for him. Rafe’s relationship with Ward will never be anything like Mason and Marvin’s. “I don’t know why your dad is the way that he is. But I do know that you are not at fault for how he treats you. He has issues that he doesn’t realize he needs to fix and that is not on you,” she tries to comfort. 

“I know. It’s just last time we were fighting about how I didn’t want to join the uni swim team because I wanted to focus on school and my internship. And he absolutely blew up about that. Now, I want to do a trial run to see if I can find a balance between school, work and swim team and my dad isn’t proud that I’m trying. It’s like one step forward and twenty back. I don’t know how much longer of this I can take.” 

It pains Y/N to hear how much pain is in Rafe’s voice as he explains it to her, “Why didn’t you tell me things were getting this bad?”

“Last time it got this bad, you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here now.” 

“I know, thank you. You are the one person that could’ve made me feel better right now, honestly.” 

“I’m glad I can return the favour.”

Rafe smiles, knowing she is referring to how he took care of her after Wilson broke her heart, “Right, how are we feeling after that?” 

The look in Rafe’s eyes tells Y/N that he is really asking how she feels about him, “I’m actually feeling great considering we only broke up a week ago. I think my heart was always set on someone else.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that someone is ready for more. If you are ready too, of course.”

“Really? Would he maybe want a kiss? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his vulnerability,” she jokes as she strokes his hair.

“He absolutely wants a kiss.”

Rafe removes his head from where it is buried in her neck and pulls Y/N into a kiss. His lips passionately move against hers and after a few seconds, his tongue makes its way into her mouth. She feels butterflies in her stomach and she hears him groan as she gently tugs his hair. Rafe removes himself from her lips and starts attacking her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches her soft spot just under her ear, which causes him to grin and start to suck on the spot. Eventually, the two pull away from each other because of Rafe. He places his forehead on hers and looks into her eyes. They both have a soft grin on their lips. “Would you want to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow?” he whispers to her. They may have just been kissing, but he still is fearful that she will say no. She gives Rafe a quick kiss before answering, “Of course. I would love to.” 

———

The next morning, Rafe gets up earlier than usual to make his public apology to Wilson. It wasn’t very public seeing as he was just instructed to go to Wilson’s and the only people there are Wilson, his parents and all of his dinner guests from that night. However, the Porters still had to make a ridiculously big deal about this and have Rafe make his apology on a makeshift stage and podium. “I am sorry for assaulting you, Wilson. I was wrong for doing so. You are an amazing person and the fact that my dirty and violent hands touched you never should have happened,” Rafe reads off of the cards that one of Porter’s employees is holding up for him. The group claps and Rafe zones out as everyone bustles about around him.

Once he is allowed to leave, Rafe makes a mad dash to The Wreck to meet with Lacey to ask her for help with his and Y/N’s date tomorrow. “I hope you know that you are paying for whatever I order. And I plan to order a lot,” Lacey notifies him, not even looking up from the menu as he sits across from her. Rafe laughs at her antics, “I don’t expect anything less. But I need your help with something for Y/N and mine’s date tomorrow, please.” “And what exactly does that help entail?” Lacey replies; this time actually diverting her attention to the boy. “I just need you to cook some things for me. I’ll make you a list of the foods and then you can give me the bill after you get the stuff you need,” he answers. “Okay, I can do that. Especially if it’s for Y/N. Now, let’s order and then we can talk about this more. Mama is hungry.” 

———

 Rafe picks Y/N up at ten in the morning. He told her he had a whole day planned out for them and he knew she is an early bird anyway. He is wearing gray flannel on top of a gray T-shirt with some jeans. When Y/N opens the door, Rafe just pauses and admires her beauty. Her purple sweetheart neck raglan sleeve sweater shows her collarbones, which have a golden heart-shaped necklace resting between them. Her black pleated skirt rest just above her knees and this causes his eyes to follow down her legs to her white embroidered high-top converse. He knows she embroidered the flowers onto them herself. Her fingers are littered with rings and her double ear piercing both have hoops in them. Her hair twisted back behind her head with a claw clip. Rafe notices she is wearing some light makeup; god, he wants to smudge that pinkish-red lipstick. 

Y/N smiles softly at him and gives a tiny wave, “Hey, are you okay?” Rafe snaps out of his trance. “Yeah, just soaking in how happy I am to finally be taking you out on a date. Are you ready to go?” he admits whilst holding his hand out to her. She nods her head and takes his hand as she places her brown purse across her body. They get into his car and he drives off to their first destination. 

———

The massive grin on Y/N’s face, when she sees the sign for Outer Banks’ biggest independent bookstore, tells Rafe that he is on the right track for their date and this causes his heart to swell with pride. He holds open the door and she practically runs into the shop. They randomly walk around for a little bit to start. The conversation only begins after Y/N sees the Percy Jackson books. “Rafe, these are my absolutely favourite books. I owe my love of reading to Rick Riordan,” Y/N gushes to him. Rafe loves how passionate she is about the books and how she is not afraid to show it, “Really? How so?” 

Y/N's heart leaps at the genuine interest that Rafe is showing, “When I was a kid, I had a hard time learning to read. So I hated doing it. My parents tried getting me to read so many different books. I never really felt seen with any of them. But with Percy, I felt a connection with his character because of his dyslexia. His sarcasm and jokes made him relatable to me and I fell in love with reading because of it.” 

“I never knew that you could connect to a character on that level. The last book I remember reading is the Harry Potter series and I don’t think I really felt that way about any of the characters.”

“Yeah, it feels kinda magical when you can. It really helps you immerse yourself in the story. I’m actually thinking about starting a YA book club. Maybe, you can join and you’ll find your connection.” 

“I would love to join. You really have interesting perspectives on books and I would love to learn more. Plus, I think it would be fun to have reading dates together.”

Y/N is surprised that Rafe actually likes her idea. The excitement she feels about being able to show him some of her favourite books grows. The rest of the time at the bookstore is spent with Rafe holding Y/N’s stack of books she wants to buy, listening to her point out the books she has read or wants to read. He finds it adorable and it reminds him of a little kid on a scavenger hunt. It takes a lot of convincing from Rafe to get Y/N to let him pay for all of her books. He asks her to take the books out to the car, saying he thinks he forgot something in the store. He quickly locates the Percy Jackson series and runs it up to the cash register to pay. Rafe knows he could probably borrow the books from Y/N, but he wants it to be a surprise that he is going to read them. 

———

The next destination for their date is Rafe’s kitchen, where Y/N finds all the ingredients she needs to make chocolate chip cookies on the island. “I thought we could make cookies for dessert for dinner,” Rafe announces to her. Y/N looks at him with delight, “Okay, but only if you let me take the lead.” “I will always let you take the lead,” Rafe confesses with adoration in his eyes. This causes Y/N’s cheeks to heat up. 

Y/N’s back is facing Rafe; she is concentrating on mixing the ingredients, so she doesn’t notice Rafe scooping some chocolate chips into his mouth from the bag. She turns around to ask him something when she sees his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk and giggles. “Are you eating some chocolate?” she laughs as he nods his head with a guilty look on his face. “You really are just like a child. Come here, please. I need you to help me place the balls on the pan. You roll the balls and I’ll place them.” Rafe listens to her order and scoops some of the dough into his hand and forms just about the smallest ball she has ever seen. This causes some more giggles to fall past her lips. “Those are too small and it looks more like a cube than a sphere. Here, let me help you,” she instructs, wrapping her arms around his to help guide him with making the next ball. She directs his hands to the ball and helps him take some cookie dough into his hands. She places her hands over his as she helps him make the motion to make the balls. 

Y/N is not going to lie; she gets a little distracted by Rafe, who smells like the salty sea air and a hint of chlorine. She pauses for a second and this causes Rafe to look down at her to see if she is okay. He smiles when he notices she is admiring his smell. She snaps out of the daydream and continues to help him form a golf ball-sized dough ball. Now, knowing how to make the balls, Rafe continues on his own. Y/N places the pan in the oven when all the balls are formed and they go to watch Clueless as the cookies bake. 

———

Dinner is served picnic style on the beach, watching the sunset. Battery-powered lanterns litter the sand around the picnic mat to create light. It illuminates the spread of sushi, pasta, cheeseburger sliders and mini tacos; all of Y/N’s favourite foods and all cooked by Lacey. The couple gorges themselves on the buffet before they cuddle together on the beach, sharing the cookies they made together. “When did you think you started to fall for me?” Y/N ponders, taking a bite from the cookie and then handing it over to Rafe. 

“You are going to call me a liar. But I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since we were five. I remember thinking: ‘She is totally wrong about who won the race, but I love how she isn’t afraid to fight back in her own way.’ Also, I found it funny how long you could hold a grudge. How about you?” 

“That is totally a lie and such a cliche. For me, it is probably when you took me to McDonald’s after my first date with Wilson. You knew what I needed and what I liked without me having to tell you. I really appreciated that. You also did a bunch of things that Wilson didn’t even do for me on our date and I kept thinking about that.” 

“No, it can’t have been then. It was so recent.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. It’s when I knew for sure though that I had feelings for you. Maybe I started unconsciously falling for you way before then.” 

“Good. Because I want the book of you and me to be a really long one. So your chapters have to start before that.” 

“Okay, whatever you want.” 

“You’re cold. My swim team sweater is in the basket for you.” 

“How did you know I’m cold?”

“Caring for you is my sixth sense now.”

Y/N untangles herself from his arms and goes over to the basket to put on his hoodie. He loves to see her wearing his number and last name on his back. One day, it’s going to be hers too. She goes back into his arms to cuddle for a little bit. After a while, he notices she is growing tired and they pack up to go back to her house. 

———

Rafe is parked outside of her house, waiting for her to get out of the car. She doesn’t move, but instead turns towards him, “Can you sleep over? I don’t really want this date to end.” He tiredly smiles at her and turns the car off. They get into her room and go around getting ready for bed in sync. The scene felt perfectly domestic as they brushed their teeth together. He gets into the bed first and lets his arms wrap around her when she lies beside him. She rests her head on his chest and her eyes flutter closed, “Goodnight, Rafe.” “Goodnight, my rose,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead before falling asleep. 

———

Marvin and Cassie Y/L/N find their daughter in bed the next morning in the arms of Rafe Cameron. They are not surprised by the sight and are glad the two have finally gotten together. “You owe me a book,” Cassie mumbles as she closes Y/N’s bedroom door and they walk downstairs. Marvin lightly grumbles, “They really couldn’t have waited a year. I thought they would finally realize it in university.”

“Not them. They were meant to be.” 

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