#and the way Wes keeps looking at Sam while he's dancing like he's trying to make one of the Buckingham Palace Royal Guards crack

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

~ Dancing Noodle Boys ~

Bonus:

[buckyalpine]

Some shy Bucky with meddling Sam and Steve and a cute little baker. 

Bucky hummed at the warm drink that danced on his tongue, a new creation that the sweet girl at the bakery had insisted he try. He wasn’t big on experimenting but ever since he’d visited the shop, he couldn’t say no to the human form of sunshine that stood behind the counter, always offering him something new to she’d made. Today, the flavors of vanilla and praline were infused in his coffee, your latest combination you had made just for him.

“So, thoughts?” You smiled hopefully, the twinkle in your eyes making Bucky blush like a school boy. 

“It’s delicious doll, thank you” He slid you a 5, shaking his head when you tried to give him back change, “Keep it, if anything I should be paying you more for something that good”

You giggled, waving goodbye to the handsome super soldier as he left, the dainty bell to the door of your shop ringing on his way out. What started off as a one time thing became a daily occurrence; Bucky would go for a morning walk or run and stop by the bakery before making his way back. He enjoyed his new routine, getting a coffee, talking to the angel that worked there, grabbing a cookie, getting to see her smile, trying a new drink, fuck, that sweet laugh. 

Now that it was getting warmer, you’d started to introduce him to cold drinks with fruit flavors and different colors. It had been almost three months since he’d first visited; your bakery was a sold part of his day now and he going to change it any time soon. 

“I’ll be able to open a whole new shop with how much you keep tipping me Jamie” you shook your head while he chuckled, sliding the change back to you. 

“Well if there's anyone that deserves it, it’s you” The smirk he gave you caused butterflies to fly madly around your tummy; you had no business crushing on the handsome soldier but he made it so hard! 

Bucky couldn’t stop smiling as he walked back to the compound, humming to himself with another new creation of yours to try. He wouldn’t quite remember the name of what you’d given him but he loved it nonetheless, adoring the sprinkles you added on top just because. 

"I thought you only drank black coffee” Sam cocked an eyebrow from where he was sitting in the kitchen as Bucky walked in, seeing the bright pink and blue drink the brunette was holding. A shit eating grin made it’s way to his face while Bucky groaned.

“Don’t start-

“Who is she. C’mon, big grumpy, staring machine like you drinking unicorn in a cup?” 

“There is no she” Bucky hissed while Sam raised his hands in defeat, not the least bit convinced. 

“Whatever you say” 

One nosy, sneaky Sam and Steve mission later,

“For fucks sake, Dear God” Bucky groaned seeing his two best friends already sitting at the counter chatting up his angel, both men grinning when they heard Bucky walk in. 

“Hi Jamie!” you smiled while Steve chuckled to himself seeing the brunette glower at them. 

“Awww, hi Jamie” Sam cooed, making a kissy face that Bucky would’ve smacked off if you weren’t standing right there. “We didn’t know you came to this place” 

“Jamie comes here all the time” You smiled, making his regular order while Bucky huffed, his annoyance melting away watching you flit behind the counter, handing him his coffee and a fresh cookie. 

“Does he now” Steve snorted, looking at Bucky watching you with heart eyes, 

“Y’know, y/n was saying she wanted to see that movie you’ve been going on about” Sam stated, nudging Bucky’s shoulder, “You know the one you’ve been dying to see too? Maybe you could both go. Thanks for the coffee y/n” 

Bucky stared at Sam with panicked wide eyes, the pink on his cheeks spreading to his neck and ears. Sam and Steve made their way out while Steve gave Bucky’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze along with a knowing smile. 

Go for it. 

“You - wouldn’t-with me- would-would you want to?” He sputtered out while you giggled with a nod making him relax. “Sorry, it’s been so long” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, collecting himself. “and my friends are idiots” 

“I’d love you” you whispered, leaning over to give he blushing soldier a peck on his cheek.

“It’s a date, doll” Bucky winked, loving the bashful smile you gave him, his charming self slowly coming back. He’d eventually owe Sam and Steve $20 each when they end up being the best men at his wedding but it would be worth it. 

[samwinchesterswifu]

Million Dollar Baby (Castiel x Reader) Smut

Song Inspo: "Million Dollar Baby" by Tommy Richman

Warnings: grace!kink

MINORS DNI

A/N: I wanted to write more into it, but felt like i havent been able to write full blow p in v type smut, so i am sorrry for the cocktease. But let me know if you want the full version <3

Word Count: 1140

Summary: On a hunt with the boys and the angel she's infatuated with, what could possibly happen?

She shifts awkwardly on her heels while adjusting the length of the tight red dress she was wearing. Dean chose her and Cas as the primary subjects to try to lure in a Witch that was causing havoc with some love spell. The two of them where supposed to go to a club that the Witch frequented under suggestion of Crowley. She couldn’t imagine Castiel all dressed up. Having an infatuation of the angel was hard enough to keep a secret, just picturing him in a proper suit had her mind buzzing. But that thought was interrupted by a loud knock on the bathroom door of the crappy motel they were in for the week.

“Hurry up Y/N!” Dean yelled.

“Alright!” She yelled back in response.

Heat was already rising to her cheeks due to the nerves. She turns to the door and grabs the door knob. Taking a deep breath, she opens up the door to find Castiel entering the motel room with Sam on his trail and shit eating grin plastered to his face.

Both of them stopped in their tracks at the sight of each other. A low whistle is heard from Dean.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you cleaned up like that.” She could feel Dean undress her with his eyes and she shoots him a glare before turning her attention back to Castiel.

Sam leaned up against the door of the motel, with arms crossed he seemed pleased by her reaction. When Sam had offered to help Castiel get “cleaned up” this wasn’t what she had imagined.

Castiel had black pleated dress pants on, accompanied by a midnight blue knitted polo short-sleeved shirt with some buttons undone. The shortened sleeves seemed to show off some muscle she didn’t even know he had. He was also wearing a simple chain necklace, and presumably a watch. All pulled together with a leather jacket.

The two of them eyed each other up and down before a cough came from Deans direction.

“Well, we should get going, we need to get there before dark to set up surveillance.” Dean says, grabbing the keys to the Impala and ushering the two to the car.

They each sit in the backseat while the boys sat up front. As they journeyed towards the venue, she would steal glances of the angel in the reared view mirror. Not realizing he was doing the same thing.

Finally, after what seemed forever in an awkward silenced car, they arrive at the scene.

“Okay, remember the plan, you two on the dance floor, we’ll try to catch the Witch before anything happens, got it?” Dean asks.

She nods in agreeance and anxiously exits the car. Going around to Castiel’s side of the Impala and forcefully grabs his hand and leads him into the place. Once inside, she makes a beeline towards the bar. Ordering a shot for both her and Castiel.

“Y/N you know I don’t get drunk,” the angel besides her comments.

“I know but if we want this to look believable then I need you to drink something for the time being.” She sighs, taking her shot and asking for another round for the two of them.

This was also mainly an excuse to try to help calm her nerves. It wasn’t the fear of the Witch planting some dangerous love spell on them, it was that she was already so hot and bothered by him and the way that he cleaned up.

After a 3rd round of shots, she felt a small buzz and felt ready to hit the dance floor while Castiel presumably looked unbothered. Grabbing his hand again, she leads him towards the center of the dance floor. As a few different songs came on, she tried to dance around Castiel. Not really knowing what to do, but more so moving along with the beat.

That was until a newer song came on. Castiel had twirled her out, and brought her back in at the beginning of the song. Placing her back flushed against his chest and the two of them moved comorbidly to the beat. Castiel’s head dipped to her shoulder and his breath was hot on her neck. Closing her eyes, she squirmed against him trying to create some form of friction. Both of Castiel’s hands where placed on her hips helping control her movement. But a third form of heat began to climb down her chest and a squeezing sensation was felt on her breasts. Her eyes shot open, looking down to find nothing there. She looks up to Castiel to see his eyes shining blue. This man was using his grace on her. She could feel the grace began to move down her body. Making her breath hitch, how ballsy could this man be?

Castiel appeared to have a new founded confidence because he seemed more cocky then ever. He didn’t need sex pollen, or a sex spell, the man was drunk off her alone. Getting loss in the moment, her breath hitched as the grace came over her core. As the anticipation built, Castiel stopped. He grabbed onto her hand, and twirled her back out. But as he was pulling in, he made sure that they were facing each other. His eyes still shimmered a bright blue tone different than his normal.

“Castiel?” She whispers his name in confusion.

“Motel, now.” Castiel responded through gritted teeth.  

Nodding in response, they were gone in a moment. Poofing back into the motel room instantly, she realized that Cas had teleported them there. Her phone began to ring off the hook assumingly it was Dean or Sam calling to see what happened. But she didn’t have a care in the world. She was ready to worship the man in front of her. Cas grabs tightly on her hips looking at her eyes and down to her lips.

“Do you have any idea how much you drove me crazy in there? I’ve never felt this way towards a human,” he says walking her back up against the bed. The back of her knees flushed against the bed frame.

Cas’s head drop to her neck and attaches his lips to the skin. Kissing up and down nibbling softly along the way. Breathy moans of pleasure leaves her lips as her head dips back. The warm feeling of grace making its return on her body made her feel even more drunk than she could be on a Saturday night. Cas takes a moment away from attacking her neck to look her dead in the eyes.

“I need permission love, I need you, so please, let me show you what a man can’t do that I can do, all for you,” he whispers sultrily.

“Please Castiel,” she breathes out.

Castiel eyes deepen as a smile forms across his face.

“Anything for you love.”

[ruewrote]

𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒.

PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wait on me by rixton WORD COUNT: 1.8k REQUESTED: yes PHOTO CREDIT: antihuntress

navigation | ask | josh washington masterlist

the night was still young, laughter danced through the lodge, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation.

everyone was gathered in the cozy living room, some lounging on the couches, others milling around. everyone had more or less run out of things to do, the winter cold outside forcing them indoors.

jess sat up with a grin that stretched across her face.

“you know what we should do?” she announced, drawing everyone’s attention. “spin the bottle!”

her suggestion was met with a chorus of mixed reactions. some groans, some chuckles, but eventually, everyone nodded in agreement. after all, it was either this or face the awkwardness of an uneventful night. it didn’t take long before everyone got into position, sitting in a circle on the floor around an empty bottle.

ashley was the first to spin. it slowed down, until it finally stopped with a dramatic thud. pointing directly at chris. the group erupted into laughter, the guys whooping as ashley’s cheeks turned a shade of red that almost matched the warmth of the fire. 

chris, for his part, looked equally flustered, but he leaned in with a grin. the two shared a quick, somewhat awkward kiss, but the cheers and playful teasing from the group drowned out any embarrassment.

“okay, okay, let’s keep this going!” 

sam was next. she spun the bottle, the glass spinning faster than it should have. it wobbled slightly before it slowed down and landed on emily. the room burst into cheers and whistles as the two girls shared a kiss, a short and sweet one. the guys were loud in their encouragement, while the girls rolled their eyes, trying not to let their smiles slip through. 

they sat back down, teasing one another about it, but there was a noticeable shift in the air, a lightness that only grew as the game continued.

now it was your turn. the bottle sat in front of you, the room seemingly holding a collective breath as you reached out to spin it. your heart now beating faster, your hand brushed the glass, giving it a swift spin. 

as it spun around the circle, the anticipation built. the seconds felt like hours as you waited, your eyes locked on the bottle as it slowed. finally, it came to a stop, pointing directly at josh.

the room erupted into a flurry of excited murmurs, teasing comments, and laughter. you could feel your cheeks flush as the eyes of the group turned to look at the two of you. josh just grinned from ear to ear.

“well, well, well, look who it landed on,” he teased, sitting up, raising an eyebrow. “guess you’d better come over here.”

you swallow harshly. everyone knew about your crush on josh. well, except for josh, that is. it had been a long-standing kind of mutual attraction that neither of you had dared acknowledge until now. you swallowed nervously, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your own lips.

with a deep breath, you crawled toward him, the motion feeling almost surreal as you closed the space between the two of you. the group was still watching intently, the tension in the air palpable. as you reached him, josh’s grin widened. he leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying the attention as he looked down at you.

“so, what are you going to do now?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of something softer.

you rolled your eyes, trying to mask the flutter in your chest, but your voice came out just as playfully as you replied, “you’re enjoying this way too much.”

josh smirked, leaning in closer. “oh, you have no idea,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

without thinking, without hesitating, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. it wasn’t a long kiss, but it was enough to send a rush of heat through your veins. josh’s lips were soft, his kiss gentle yet confident, like he’d been waiting for something like this just as much as you had.

the teasing, the laughter, the game. all of it melted away. it was just the two of you.

when you pulled back, you could feel your heart racing, your breath catching in your throat. the room had fallen into a stunned silence for a split second, and then, as if on cue, everyone burst into loud applause and whistles, their laughter filling the room.

you couldn’t help the shy smile that crept onto your face as you quickly crawled back to your spot, heart still pounding in your chest. josh watched you the whole time, his smile had softened at the edges, but the warmth in his expression hadn’t faded.

"if that’s you holding back, i’d love to see you go all in." josh said, his voice quieter this time, the playful tone now replaced with something a little more... serious.

you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "careful what you wish for, josh," you teased, "i might just take you up on that." it was hard to ignore the way his eyes lingered on you, or how your own seemed to be drawn to him, even now.

as the game continued, you couldn’t stop glancing at him, and you noticed he was doing the same. for once, you didn’t mind being caught staring. it was like you both knew what was happening, but neither of you had the courage to say it out loud. not yet.

the night had started to wind down.the game ended an hour ago, and everyone went off to do their own thing. the quiet of the house settled in, and there you were, sprawled on the couch with josh. 

you were both half-watching tv, but mostly cracking jokes about how ridiculous the game had been earlier. you laughed, nudging him with your foot. he grinned and grabbed your legs, pulling them into his lap. as he started massaging your foot, you smirked and teased, “you’re such a dork, you know that?”

he grinned, not missing a beat. “says the person who faked a sprained wrist to get out of a thumb war that one time.”

you burst out laughing, tossing a throw pillow at him. “hey, i was being strategic.”

“strategic, my ass,” josh shot back, grabbing the pillow and tossing it back at you. “you’re just a sore loser.”

he smiled softly, his fingers going back to gently kneading the arch of your foot. neither of you said much, the room filled only with the quiet hum of the tv. it wasn’t about words. just the comfort of being close, soaking up the calm of each other’s presence.

you found yourself watching josh as he focused on his hands, his fingers gently working over your foot. the way his lips curved into a faint smile, the quiet care in his touch. it wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, but in this moment, it felt different. it felt like something just for the two of you.

finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter than usual. “you know,” you began, sounding almost hesitant, “i used to have a crush on you.”

josh glanced at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “used to, huh? so, what happened?”

you shrugged, trying to play it cool, but your chest felt lighter, your pulse picking up just enough for you to notice.

“i don’t know. i guess i never really saw the point in mentioning it. i felt kind of stupid, like what was the point of saying anything if you didn’t feel the same.”

josh’s grin softened, but his eyes were still locked on yours. “i don’t think it was stupid,” he said, his tone light but sincere. “i mean, i always thought you were pretty great.”

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips. “oh, yeah? so, you did notice, huh?”

“of course i did,” he said, his voice playful. “how could i not notice you?”

you shifted on the couch, a soft warmth spreading through your chest. the conversation was still casual, but something felt different now, like a quiet shift in the air. something you’d kept tucked away, only just starting to surface.

"yeah, well," you replied, looking away for a moment, "i don't know. it was just one of those things. didn't want to make it weird, you know?"

josh shifted closer, his eyes not leaving yours. “i get it. but, honestly, i kind of wish i had known. because i, uh, had a crush on you too.”

you blinked, surprised. “wait, seriously?”

he shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, it was you, after all.”

surprise and excitement flooded you. "i had no idea, why didn’t you say anything?" you said softly, barely able to find your voice.

josh shrugged, looking down for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “i don’t know. i just didn’t think you’d feel the same way. i was kind of an idiot about it.”

that same silence hung between you two again, pressing down in a way that was hard to ignore.

“well,” you said softly, a smile creeping up on your face, “i don’t know about you, but i’m still kind of into you.”

josh laughed softly, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you. “well, that’s a relief,” he said, his grin turning a little lopsided. “because, uh, i’m still very much into you. like, borderline embarrassing levels of into you. think about writing your name in doodles sort of level.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks heating up. “oh, so you’re the type to write my name in little hearts? good to know.”

“absolutely,” he shot back, a teasing glint in his eye. “but only in the fanciest fonts. you deserve nothing less.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “wow, a man of high standards. i’m honoured.”

“you should be,” he said, leaning in just enough for his voice to drop to a playful murmur. “but seriously, i thought i’d blown my shot. turns out, i’m an idiot and lucky. quite the combo.”

“lucky is right,” you quipped, trying to keep your voice steady even as your heart felt like it might melt. “so what now, mr. embarrassingly into me?”

josh grinned, leaning even closer. “now? now i make it very clear i’m not blowing my shot this time.” and with that, he pulled you into the kind of hug that made the world outside feel miles away.

his smile widened as he closed the last bit of space between you. “absolutely nothing.” and then he kissed you, soft and sweet at first, until you both started smiling into it, laughing gently against each other’s lips.

the kind of kiss that felt like coming home.

comments and reblogs are appreciated ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

© ruewrote 2024.

[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Nine

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice

The office was eerily quiet, almost as if I was the only one here but I knew that wasn’t the truth. The closed door behind me said that he was inside with Steve, as they had their morning private meeting with each other. I didn’t let my mind wander too far from the work in front of me because I knew I would be here all day and night if I allowed that to happen. 

I had taken the last few days off after my night with Bucky because I couldn’t face him, afraid that my job was on the line. Thankfully it wasn’t; Bucky made sure of that when I returned to work this morning. We still haven’t seen each other, me coming in while he was in that said meeting with Steve, so I could breathe for a little while. He had a list placed on my desk this morning of what he needed me to do. 

-Pick up dry cleaning-done

-pick up lunch order

-reply to emails-currently working on

-file away papers

-meet with me to talk about what you missed the last few days. 

The last thing on the list I had purposely avoided, not wanting to face Bucky yet. He could have actually wanted to talk about what I missed, work wise, or he could want to talk about what happened between us. And that, I wasn’t ready for. 

While I was home, “sick”, all I could think about was that night we shared. Bare, sweaty, bodies moving in tangent with each other. Our movements almost like a slow dance with our moans acting as the music. My entire body felt on fire as those flash images crossed my mind and I bit my lip, wanting to feel him inside me again. Bucky’s lips kissing every inch of skin and leaving his marks all over, days later they still shined bright. 

I did my best to cover them, however, the one on my neck was a bit hard to cover. 

The door clicked open behind me and I stood straighter, trying to block out those memories and continued my work. 

“Hey, you’re back.” 

I looked up towards Steve and gave him a smile, the guilt eating away at my heart. I knew how he felt about me and with how close we became, I couldn’t stop the way I felt so guilty with what happened. 

“Uh, yeah. I had a small cold but feeling a lot better,” I lied. 

Steve smiled while slicking his hair out of his face. “Well, let me know when you head out to grab lunch and I’ll come with you.” 

“Sure,” I nodded. “Oh, Sam is in your office waiting for you. Mentioned something about an errand you two had to run.”

Steve gave my shoulder a squeeze before walking into his own office and left the door opened ajar slightly. 

“Y/N?”

I turned in my chair towards Bucky and my heart began to beat so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath as he stared at me with his bright eyes. 

“Need something?” I asked. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Bucky knew that I had been lying about why I stayed home but didn’t bother to mention it, only keeping up my ruse. 

“Better, thanks for letting me take some time off,” I said. 

He nodded while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “Of course. Do you think maybe we could talk?” 

I quickly shook my head. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. Can we do it later?” 

Bucky’s shoulders fell but he nodded again. “Sure. Over lunch?” 

“Yeah, lunch,” I muttered before turning back to my work and did my best to ignore Bucky’s intense eyes. 

With Bucky back behind his own desk, I didn’t miss the way he kept gazing out towards me every so often. There even had been a few times that our eyes would lock and I quickly averted from it. 

Before I knew it, lunch had approached and while I gathered my things to go pick up everyone’s order from the deli down the block, the door to the building opened and her happiness radiated the walls and I sucked in a breath, not thinking I would have to face her yet. 

“Natasha, hi,” I forced a smile. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.” 

Her smile only amplified her beauty and I felt jealous because I knew that I alone couldn’t be enough for Bucky. What we had was a one time thing, it would never be more than that. 

“I’m only here for a few minutes and I’m here to see you.” 

My heart began to beat faster and I swallowed thickly. “About what?” 

Fear set in that she found out about Bucky and I. 

“Bucky is having some of his mob friends over tonight and I thought it would be a great way to make it a party.  But then I realized it would be rude to not invite you,” Natasha said. 

“Oh,” I muttered. 

I racked my brain to figure out an excuse not to go tonight. The guilt I felt around her and Bucky had become a sharp knife in my back that I knew if I went tonight, it would only twist it deeper. 

“Thank you for the invite but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it,” I lied yet again. 

Natasha frowned. “I understand, I thought we could use this night to get to know each other better. You’re working with my husband and I realized that I know nothing about you.” 

My brow raised at her voice. There was something hidden underneath the tone that I didn’t quite understand. 

Was she jealous that I worked so close with Bucky? 

Did she think something was going on between us? 

Or did she know exactly what happened and she was using tonight to call me out on it? 

“Ready for lunch?” Steve walked out of his office but gave Natasha his attention. “Hey, Nat. Need me to bring anything tonight?” 

She nodded towards me. “Maybe Y/N. I’ve invited her but she said she can’t make it.” 

I bit my cheek at her persistence. “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of laundry to catch up on from being sick the last few days.” 

Steve gave me a look and I knew he saw straight through my lie. 

“Or maybe she has a hot date tonight,” Natasha observed while pointing to her neck. 

I quickly rubbed a hand over the mark on my own neck, embarrassed that she had noticed.

Steve shifted on his feet. “Do you?” 

“It’s nothing,” I shook my head while avoiding his gaze. 

Natasha snickered. “If you have a hook up planned tonight, Y/N, that’s all you have to say. You don’t need to lie. By the looks of it, it seemed like a good time.” 

“I should really go pick up our lunch,” I spoke. 

I refused to stand there any longer and get grilled by Natasha on what happened with Steve watching me with hurt in his eyes. 

As if the Gods above wanted to torture me even more, Bucky walked out of his office and looked between the three of us, questioning in his own eyes.

“What’s going on?” He wondered. 

Natasha placed a kiss on his cheek and I shifted uncomfortably, something Steve noticed immediately. He looked between Bucky and I, his lips falling open slightly but said nothing. 

“I wanted to invite Y/N tonight but she said she can’t come. I think she has a date planned and she’s keeping it a secret,” Natasha filled Bucky in. 

“Oh, you do?” Bucky questioned with brows raised. 

I rubbed at the mark on my neck. “I don’t.” 

“So come tonight! Steve will be there to keep you company,” Natasha nudged Steve’s shoulder. 

He refused to meet my gaze at first but eventually looked at me. “It’ll be more fun if you come.” 

“Steve’s right,” Bucky spoke. 

My tired gaze fell on him once more. 

“Come by tonight, even if it’s for an hour. Nat put this huge party together and it would mean a lot to her,” Bucky continued. 

I gnawed on my lip and reluctantly agreed. “Of course, for Natasha.” 

She beamed brightly while she clapped her hands together. “Perfect, it starts at eight and Steve will send you the address.” 

“Wonderful,” I grumbled as I gathered my things.

I didn’t bother to wait for Steve, who made no effort to follow, as I hurriedly walked away from the three of them, Bucky continuing to watch me intently. 

The bass from the outdoor speakers vibrated against the bones in my body as I took a small sip of my drink, eyes scanning around the small party. My interpretation of small was different than Natahsa’s. There had to be at least a hundred people in the backyard of their mansion, not counting whoever was inside. 

I arrived almost twenty minutes ago and even with one drink in, I was ready to leave. This was the last place I wanted to be tonight. Steve wasn’t anywhere in sight and neither was Bucky. I knew no one here and felt so out of place. 

“Thinking of a way to escape?” 

I turned towards the deep voice and breathed in relief. 

“I’d be lying if I said this was my kind of scene,” I admitted to Steve. 

He took a large drink from the beer in his hand. “Let’s give it an hour then we can head to my place for pizza and a movie?” 

A smile broke out on my face. “I would really like that.” 

We talked, just the two of us, for a while and it helped keep my mind from wandering where Bucky was. I could have asked Steve but didn’t want to ruin the lightness of our conversations. At some point, Sam came up to join us and for the first time in a few days, I felt myself again. 

Goosebumps pricked over my skin as I felt someone staring and I peered over my shoulder and felt my breath hitch at the sight. Bucky was standing a few feet from us and watching my every movement with a small smile pulling at his lips. His jacket looked warm and inviting, almost pulling me towards him, but I kept my feet planted firmly by Steve and Sam. Even with his smile, the sadness in Bucky’s eyes made my heart fall. 

“I need another drink,” I said suddenly, hoping that the change of position would stop the burning I felt in my core as I continued to look at Bucky. 

I didn’t bother to wait for Steve and Sam and scurried over towards the outdoor bar and gave my order with a smile. As I waited, fingers drumming over the wood, a body slid up behind me. Warm breath fanned over my ear and I shivered with desire with his deep voice. 

“You look beautiful.” 

I did my best to hold my composure by ignoring his compliment. 

“Thank you,” I smiled at the bartender as he handed me my drink. 

I went to walk past Bucky but his vibranium fingers grasped at my hand to stop me. Our fingers linked for a few seconds before I removed them. 

“Don’t,” I warned in a hush tone in case others around us could hear. 

“Can we talk, please?” He begged. 

I motioned towards his right hand which held a cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?” 

He sighed. “Only when I’m stressed.” 

“What could you possibly be stressed out about?” I scoffed. 

Bucky nodded behind me to Steve and I gave him a firm poke into his chest. “You do not have the right to get jealous of me talking with Steve. I told you that nothing happened between us.” 

“I know,” Bucky said. 

“Aslo, I don’t want to be with anyone who smokes.” I stated with arms crossed. 

He tossed it to the ground, crushing the cigarette underneath his boot. “All the more reason to quit. But can we talk in private?” 

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky. What happened shouldn’t have, you’re married. It was a moment of weakness between us. That’s it.” 

“Not for me,” Bucky disagreed. 

“This cannot happen again,” I pointed between us. “You need to focus on Natasha.” 

“Doll,” he breathed. “You can’t tell me that night didn’t mean something to you. All I can think about is you and how I want to kiss you again.” 

“Don’t!” I seethed, gaining attention from a few people around us. 

I looked around and cursed under my breath, realizing that this wasn’t the place or time to talk about this, even if I didn’t want to. 

“I’m out of here,” I muttered under my breath, walking away from him. 

A bit later, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths to calm myself. This was the main reason why I didn’t want to come tonight. I knew that Bucky would want to talk and I’d eventually fall back into him because my feelings for him were that intense and deep. 

“Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. He’s a married man.” I groaned to myself as I shut off the light, leaving the bathroom. 

Suddenly a small yell from my lips as I felt myself being pulled into a dark room, body pinned to the wall behind me. Even in the darkness, I noticed the bright eyes immediately and let out a deep breath, knowing that he was the reason I was in the room. 

“Bucky-” I started. 

I was cut off by his lips attacking mine hungrily and after I froze for a second, I melted into him and both of our lips moved together. I moaned into his mouth when his tongue pressed onto mine, my hands snacking around his neck to bring him closer. 

His arms rested underneath the swell of my ass and lifted me into his arms, legs wrapping around him. I felt him leading me towards somewhere in the room and my body was gently placed on what I assumed was a couch, Bucky never breaking the kiss. There was a hint of cigarette smoke on his breath but it was overpowered by the beer I had tasted on his lips.

Bucky’s hips rutted into mine, the hardness of his cock pressing into my thigh, and I bit his lip, wanting more. 

“Stop,” I pushed him away, realizing what we were doing. 

He cupped my cheek but I rolled out from under him, standing to my feet. 

“God, why did you do that?!” I bellowed. 

Bucky leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. The first time I tasted you, I needed more.” 

“I told you, you can’t! It’s not right!” I yelled, the confines of the room we were in blocking it out from whoever was outside. 

“You want this too, doll. The way you kissed me said it all,” Bucky raised to his feet and reached for me. 

I smacked his hands away. “Of course I fucking want it, Bucky! All I want is you but I can’t because again, you’re fucking married!” 

He ran a hand over his chin. “Please stop reminding me.” 

“It’s the truth!” 

Bucky’s lips were on mine yet again but this time, I was stronger and pushed him off, smacking him in the chest. 

“Stop!” 

“I can’t,” Bucky almost whined. “I can’t stay away from you, Y.N.” 

I stared at him while my chest rose and fell with each deep breath as the decision mulled in my mind. 

“You need to try.” 

I left him behind, even if my mind was screaming to go back to him. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Fellow turns around after feeling the distinct sensation of someone’s hand in his pocket.

“…ah. Shishishi~ Nice collections of wallets you’ve got there, mister! Aren’t they heavy? I swear I was just trying to help you lighten the load! Isn’t that right, Leona-san?” -Ruggie, caught red-handed.

“…” -Leona, just passing by and torn between narrowing his eyes at Fellow’s presence at NRC or putting a palm to his face, absolutely done with everything.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“Hey now, hands off my pockets!” Fellow shooed the hyena off, keeping protecting hands over his wallets. “I earned these fair and square. Find some other suckers to prey on—and next time, be less obvious about it!”

“Nishishishishi! I dunno, Leona-san~ Ya think we should let this criminal run free?”

“Tch, hell if I care. Don’t get me involved in your personal squabbles. I ain’t cleanin’ up after ya.”

“Wow, harsh.” Ruggie swiveled to Fellow. “You see how he treats me? Awful. After I work my tail off for him, too. The Mystery Shop’s a better gig. Sam still makes me clean, but at least he pays me for my time.”

The emerald of Leona’s eyes cut narrow.

With an impish grin, Ruggie continued. “Geez~ Rich people seriously are the worst!”

“They are,” Fellow agreed in a grumble. He thought of his own employer—well, ex-employer—a shadowy man screaming abuse at him through the phone. “So full of themselves and entitled to service.”

“See, you get me!!” Ruggie elbowed him in the ribs. “Us poors gotta band together and rise up against’m. Let’s eat the rich!”

“Oi, Ruggie,” his dorm leader growled at last, “Quit talkin’ about me like I’m not standing right in front of you.”

“Aww, did I hurt your feelings, Leona-san?”

“Yeah, you’re really breaking my heart,” he drawled sarcastically. “I’m choking up over here.”

“Charming boss you’ve got here.” Fellow’s laugh as light as fairy floss. “I’ll bet he’s a riot with the snooty elites.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe. Well, when he feels like turning on the charm. Works wonders for a distraction while I liberate them of their valuables~”

“Really! That’s usually my job. Sometimes I pull double duty. Giddie ain’t exactly good at keeping people’s attention or being slick with his hands.”

“You have a partner? Convincing Leona-san to play along’s like pulling teeth. He whines all the time and makes demands like some overgrown cub—”

“Ruggie,” Leona snapped. Low, threatening—a command to stay silent.

“My bad!! My lips are sealed!” the hyena pledged. He comically dipped into a bow and slunk back.

Leona stepped up.

“Ohoh?”

Here comes the king.

The regal lion rolled his shoulders, inclining his head back—looking down on Fellow. “… Hey, scammer. I held my tongue before since you were slinking around town being sketchy—but now you’re in my territory, and I make the rules around here.

“I don’t care if you go around plucking wallets from unsuspecting herbivores. Just don’t cross me, not again. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tread lightly. Got that?”

His tone was familiar. Assured and full of arrogance. A luxury afforded to this beat thanks to immense power and privilege.

Fellow gritted his teeth. He managed to force out a measured response, despite his surging hatred.

He knew this song and dance. How to keep his head down, how to swallow his pride and comply. Kowtowing was a skill, and Fellow had mastered it.

“Completely. I’ll be sure to stay out of your way, good sir!” he chirped with a pearly smile.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

Leona turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He strolled off without so much as another word or gesture.

Ruggie tore off after him. “Ah—wait up! You know I was just joking, right? Heeey, don’t ignore me, Leona-san!”

Fellow carefully watched their retreating figures. When their shaped had vanished entirely, he angrily kicked at the ground and shouted at the skies.

“I can’t stand these damn rich people!!”

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”

[vilf-lover]

i’m not one of those cool fanfic writers so don’t expect greatness and i’m idk how to make a title and fancy specifications but

this is how i imagine darlin getting everyone kicked out of the club because of them fighting went down ⭐️

gn!darlin

1400 words 😭😭😭 certified yapper

“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” angel shouted into darlin’s ear while an intense edm rendition of ‘baby’ by justin bieber roared from every crevice of the club

they were wondering if anyone was going to be able to hear after tonight, but they didn’t care because of how much fun they were having. though, they were questioning angel’s taste in music…

“OKAY I AM GOING TO GO GET A WATER AND GO SIT DOWN WITH MR PARTY POOPER OVER THERE” obviously darlin was referring to their wonderful mate that just happened to come to the club again- even after last time ;))

he claimed he came again for safety reasons but they knew it’s because he had a blast, even before their “dance lesson”. sam may not be a dancer, but he always talks about how music makes him feel truly alive, how he felt when he was human. a reminder of his livelihood.

darlin ends up sitting next to their mate the rest of their night as they both enjoy shirley temples and nice cold waters.

as the night grows older, the pack decides they’ll stay for 30 more minutes before leaving.

about five minutes before they plan to leave-“darlin’ i’m gonna use the restroom before we head out. don’t get in any trouble without me.” he chuckles as he jostles out of his seat and makes his way to the back.

about a minute passes before a man, about 6’0, shoulder-length hair, one full sleeve of tattoos sits on the chair next to them; in the seat sam was occupying.

“so gorgeous, you leaving here with that guy? because i know something that would make you much happier” he smiles smugly as the words leave his lips

they’re a bit taken aback. while this was not their first rodeo, no cowboy pun intended, they now felt way different when being hit on. as though it was an insult to them and sam.

“oh really.” they say in such an unenthused tone that most people would stand up and walk away right then and there.

it seems as though he takes this as a challenge. “yeah hun, i’m sure i could treat you better than he could. tenfold. how about i prove it?” you can hear the smirk on his face.

this is when darlin’ decides to stop being civil. there is nothing they hate more than a person that won’t take no for an answer. they would know after being in a relationship with one for way too long. boundaries are boundaries.

“listen. i am trying to give you the chance to leave this conversation right now. rejection is hard, i know. i’m sure you’re horny and lonely, but i’m not. so leave me alone.” they scoff and turn their chair back to the bar

“well didn’t know you were such a fucking bitch who didn’t know how to have fun but whatever” he starts mumbling to himself as he walks off, head hanging low

sam appears in the crowd of people, making his way back to his seat. “phew- sorry, the line was so long. how’re you doin’ darlin?”

“well- other than a guy poorly hitting on me, i’m doing okay” they scoff thinking about the interaction

sam is puzzled. “who did what? i left for like two minutes and you’re being ambushed. what am i going to do with such a fine specimen of a mate”

he leans in for a kiss as they both laugh and get up from their seats to meet everyone at the front

darlin and sam are walking out of the club with ash, milo, david and their mates when they hear something behind them

an agitated voice yells at the group, “oh so you have a little posse. and there’s your little boyfriend too. cute.”

confused, they all give glances to each other before darlin’ says to just keep looking forward and walk.

soon it would become obvious that this was not the end of the interaction.

“ignoring me? it’s good to know they’re all fucking bitches! just like you!” the man slurring his words and getting progressively louder as his sentences drag on

darlin’, upset, turns around and approaches the man while still keeping a good five feet of distance to try and maintain some civility. “can you leave me and my friends alone. you are obviously tipsy so i’m giving you this last warning”

they go to turn around before getting kicked in the stomach

“i’m not scared of you or your little friends! and i won’t take a pathetic ass threat!” he says, now screaming.

everyone is in shock- a person they don’t know is now attempting to hurt the person they all know won’t take shit.

“holy shit!” milo gasps, possibly for dramatic effect

david sighs while rubbing his temples, “this is not going to end well for him”

darlin is now standing up after falling into the ground, brushing the rubble off of their hands. there’s an annoyed look on their face as they walk over to sam. “i really did not want to do this tonight but can you take my bag and my rings?”

the man is standing there distraught, wondering why they are acting so leisurely after getting kicked.

darlin’ gives sam a kiss on the cheek and looks at the pack, “enjoy the show, i guess” they roll their eyes before turning back to the man

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing, you think this is some kind of jo-“ he tries to mutter a sentence, before getting punched square in the face

usually, darlin likes making fighting a game. something they can drag out and feel some adrenaline before ending it. but tonight? no, not tonight.

the man looks up, his nose is bleeding immensely. he looks terrified, skittering back on his feet and hands as darlin’ approaches them.

darlin’ is now towering over him, the dim illumination of a streetlight overhead creates a silhouette of their figure thats spine-chilling, they look menacing as ever

“i’ll let you stand up once.” they say under their breath, “give you some dignity. so it won’t be so embarrassing to remember tomorrow.”

they walk back as he very slowly gets up

the man laughs, “giving pity? not a good idea. i can destroy you hun. i just wasn’t prepared.”

he goes to throw a right jab after swinging his left leg in between their feet to knock them over.

in theory, it’s a good idea. make them unstable then hit them when they’re not excepting it. unfortunately for him- that’s not how it went…

darlin is not affected by the leg, and instead squeezes his leg in between their feet. making him stuck- falling directly on his side. a painful landing to say the least

as the pack is watching, they’re also making full commentary. not loud enough for them to hear, as that would be a detrimental mistake.

“do you think they’re going easy?” david asks

“oh absolutely” sam chuckles, “this is nothin’”

asher laughs, “yeah i think they’ve thrown a punch harder than that at me!”

the man is now in fetal position on his left side, wincing in pain.

darlin’ leans down to a crouch, frightenly close, and whispers, “next time, know. no means fucking no. don’t do this ever again. prick.”

the emphasis of their words would’ve been enough to make him topple over in the first place

he does nothing but nod as they walk off.

with impeccable timing, the security guard from the back of the club walks up to the group.

“i’ve been asked to escort you and your party off of the premises.” the man had a deep voice and is quite taller than anyone in the group.

darlin’ chuckles, “are you joking? i mean- this dude was harassing me and then my “party” this whole time and you didn’t feel the need to interject.”

the guard seems to give a glance that says “yeah, i know. i’m just doing my job” which everyone in that group has given before.

“okay. we were just leaving anyway. thanks sir, have a good night” david seems to be the only peaceful one at the moment. at most moments actually.

there’s silence in the pack as they continue walking away from the club until a overly-enthusiastic “wow! that was awesome!” spouts from asher

i am not a fic writer to say the least but i have a very active imagination and i hope this lives up to standard in one way or another

@rarelyisa

@infinitelovewithoutfulfillment

@aimedis

i hope you guys enjoy :>>

[longlivedelusion]

Bit O' Swing

Bucky x Reader / No use of Y/N / Drabble

Summary: You've been begging Bucky to teach you some 40s dances for a while now, and he finally gave in. Little hint of Sam and Steve commentary too 😏

Warnings: Fluffy, no warnings. Some insecurity but that's it.

A/N: had a dream last night that Bucky literally taught me how to 40s dance so this is how this came to life. Woke up and was like "write that down, write that down!!!" And so I did. Enjoy this little drabble that's definitely just been written at like 7am.

Masterlist

Bucky's hand slipped around your waist, slightly hesitant at first. His other hand moved to yours and he pulled you in.

"Uh- yeah- so you just follow my lead and uh- feel the music. We'll take it slow." Bucky said, the sound of 40s music blaring around the room.

~

"You think he's gonna trip before even getting a step out?" Sam said low to Steve, a small smirk on his face as he leaned back against the couch watching the whole thing play out.

Steve's eyes stayed on his best friend and his dance partner, "Bucky was always a hell of a dancer. He got a lot of girls that way, so I think he'll be fine."

Sam snorted, "Yeah, but you see who he's dancing with?" Sam vaguely gesturing in your direction.

Steve smiled. "You may have a point there."

~

Bucky started off slow, despite the fast music. He lightly pulled on my body to show where he was going, matching the beat but slower. "See, you gotta swing your hips a bit this way, and your feet will uh-" He tripped, quickly collecting himself. "Shit, sorry, they'll kind of move this way but faster."

I smiled, easily mirroring Bucky's movements, "Like this?"

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah that's perfect." He then slipped his hand from my waist but kept one hand on mine. "Then you, we, usually dance like this where I'll kind of swing you around and pull you in, and kinda repeat that. Any of this makin' any sense?"

I followed his movements, watching the pattern and beat he was talking about. "Yeah, it's all makes sense. Keep going."

"Great, okay, yeah so you move your feet like this when we're out-" he started to show the movements before losing his grip a bit on me. "Shit, sorry, maybe I'm not actually the best to show you this." He stopped his movements.

"You're doing great James." I slow down with him, eyes trying to meet his. I gently squeezing his hand. "I think I'm getting it down, keep going."

He nodded, quickly glancing at me. "I swear I'm a good dancer. Just been'a while."

"I know you are. I can tell. Just relax, ok? This is just some fun." I nudge him encouragingly.

He let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, right. Okay." He pulled me back in and swung me out, his feet moving still slower than the beat to show me the movements.

I noticed the pattern and looked back up. "Can we try it a bit faster?"

He nodded before taking me through the motions, now on time. I could really tell good a dancer he was despite his earlier little hiccups, his body matching pace of the song easily. He was a bit tense, like he always was, but had this definite groove to him. Like it was built into his body.

And despite his nerves, he was a damn good lead.

He pulled me forward, eyes never leaving mine as he twisted back and forth, my movements following his. It was like a wave, pushing and pulling before eventually his hand would find my waist again. Just for a second, two, moving me across the floor before leaving again.

Slowly the nerves seemed to fade.

I started to add my own groove to it too, swinging my hips back and forth, feeling him spin me around as I came back. I could see his body started to relax and the way his lips went from a thin line of concentration to eventually a small smile.

"You're pretty good at this." Bucky said, pulling me back in and keeping me there for longer than usual.

"I had a good teacher." I smiled back.

"Yeah, well looks like the student definitely passed the master." He spinned me out.

I laughed as I swung out and then felt him tug me back in. I moved in closer at the swing in, not pulling away as I held on a big smile. "Maybe I could show you a few tricks then."

Who knew the ex-assassin could blush.

[cheynovak]

She's like the wind part 2

Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N Female character     

Summary:  After a heavy hunt, Y/N and Dean are driving home late at night. Y/N, with her eyes closed, pretends to sleep, while Dean drives, believing she’s out. Patrick Swayze's "She's Like the Wind" plays on the radio. Creating a whole new moment for them.

Warnings: Fluff!

English is not my first language 

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

Sorry it took a while but here is part 2 and final part.

A few days had passed since that quiet, intimate car ride, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling. The way Dean had sung along to the radio, the rawness in his voice—it was all still fresh in her mind. She’d been too chicken to say anything back then, but the thought kept gnawing at her. So when she came across a flyer for a pop-up drive-in movie a few towns over, an idea formed.

Casually, she approached Dean, leaning against the Impala as he worked on the engine. "Hey, Dean," she began, trying to keep her voice light. "Feel like a movie night? There's this pop-up car cinema a few towns over. Could be fun."

Dean paused, wiping his hands on a rag before turning to look at her, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "What’s this? You asking me on a date, sweetheart?"

Y/N’s face flushed immediately, her heart doing an uncomfortable flip in her chest. She sputtered, quickly turning away from his teasing grin. "What? No! Pfft... just thought it’d be something to do." Her eyes darted toward Sam, who was sitting at the table. "Sam, you’re coming too, right?"

Sam, who had been watching the exchange with an amused smile, shook his head. "Actually, I’ve got plans with Eileen tonight," he said, a knowing glint in his eye. "You two enjoy yourselves."

Y/N felt the heat in her cheeks intensify, cursing inwardly at how transparent she must have looked. Dean’s smirk only grew, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. "Guess it’s just you and me then," he said, tossing the rag aside. "I’ll go grab my jacket."

As he headed inside, Y/N exhaled sharply, her heart still racing. She was so going to kill Sam later for ditching her like that.

They had barely settled into their spot at the drive-in when Y/N suggested they grab some popcorn. The evening air was cool, but the excitement of being out together made it easy to ignore. As they approached the concession stand, Y/N tried to push away the lingering nerves that had stuck with her since Dean’s teasing earlier.

The woman at the counter gave them a warm smile as she handed over the popcorn. "You two make such a cute couple," she said, voice light and friendly.

Y/N’s breath caught, her heart jumping at the unexpected comment, but before she could even process it, Dean cut in with a quick, "Oh, we’re not a couple." His tone was casual, nonchalant, like he didn’t give the comment a second thought.

Y/N forced a smile, but the words stung more than she’d expected. She knew Dean wasn’t trying to be mean; he probably didn’t even notice the way her shoulders stiffened at his quick correction. But still, the dismissal felt sharp, a cold reminder of the line they never crossed.

They walked back to the Impala in silence, popcorn in hand. Dean threw a quick glance at her, sensing something was off, but said nothing. Once they were settled back in the car, Dean turned to her with his trademark grin. "So, what are we watching?"

Y/N hesitated, biting her lip before mumbling, "Uh… *Dirty Dancing*."

Dean’s face remained neutral, no teasing comeback this time. He simply leaned back in his seat, eyes on the screen as the movie started. Y/N felt a small wave of relief wash over her. He didn’t seem to mind, though the tension still lingered in the air.

As the night crept on, the temperature began to drop, and Y/N couldn’t ignore the chill creeping into the car. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, subtly inching closer to Dean, hoping the warmth radiating from his body would help. Her heart raced a little as her shoulder brushed his arm, but before she could get comfortable, Dean suddenly shot up.

"Uh, you need more popcorn?" he asked, almost too quickly, avoiding eye contact as he climbed out of the car.

Y/N blinked in surprise, staring at the now-empty space beside her. "Dean, I—" But he was already heading back toward the concession stand, leaving her sitting there, cold and alone.

She watched his retreating figure, the pang in her chest growing stronger. It wasn’t like Dean to act skittish, especially around her. They were best friends, always comfortable, always in sync. But tonight, something felt off—like an invisible wall had sprung up between them, one she didn’t know how to break through.

She sighed, leaning back in her seat as the movie played on, trying to focus on the screen but finding it hard to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut.

Y/N slipped out of the Impala as soon as Dean was out of sight, heading to the trunk where they kept an emergency blanket. She tugged it out, her hands shaking just a little, but she blamed it on the cold. Wrapping it around herself tightly, she climbed back into the car, settling as far from Dean's side as the cramped space would allow. Her eyes fixed on the screen, but her mind was far from the movie.

The cold felt more bearable now, but the ache in her chest was harder to shake. She had never felt this distance from him before, this strange wall that seemed to be growing between them. She didn’t know if it was her fault or his, or maybe it was just all in her head.

Dean returned a few moments later, the car door squeaking softly as he slid back into his seat. He had a small bag in his hand, and without looking at her, he held it out. "Got you your favorite," he said quietly, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N glanced at the bag—a small pack of her favorite candy. Normally, she would have smiled and thanked him, maybe even teased him about how thoughtful he could be when he wanted. But tonight, it was different. She took the candy without a word, her gaze drifting back to the screen, her body rigid under the blanket.

Dean frowned, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. He glanced over at her, noticing the way she was sitting so far from him now, how her body was curled in on itself, closed off, if someone opened the car door now she would fall out.

His stomach twisted, sensing this was his fault for leaving her like that, but unsure of what to say or how to fix it.

"Y/N?" he tried, his voice gentle, but she didn’t respond. She kept her eyes glued to the movie, blinking rapidly as tears filled her eyes, the weight of everything suddenly too much to hold in.

Dean’s chest tightened when he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes, his heart pounding with a mixture of panic and guilt. He hadn’t meant to upset her—hell, he didn’t even know what he’d done. But seeing her like this, pulling away from him, was almost unbearable.

"Hey," he tried again, his voice softer now, uncertain. "Y/N… "

But she didn’t answer, and the silence stretched on between them, heavier than it had ever been before. Dean swallowed, at a complete loss. He’d faced down monsters, demons, the worst kind of evil, but this? It terrified him more than anything.

The movie played on, but neither of them were really watching anymore.

The soft, familiar notes of She's Like the Wind began to play, the sound filling the cat. Y/N shifted in her seat, feeling the tension rise in the air between her and Dean, her heart pounding harder with each second. The movie may have been unfolding on the screen in front of them, but the real intensity was happening inside the Impala.

Dean's hand tightened slightly around the steering wheel as he glanced over at her, catching the way her face softened, even with her eyes focused intently on the screen. But then, as if drawn by something deeper, their eyes met—tentative, searching. Dean’s stomach twisted, nervousness creeping in. Did she know? Could she have heard him that night, quietly singing She's Like the Wind while she slept?

His chest tightened as he struggled to act normal, but the tension was undeniable now, thick in the air between them, as awkward as the goodbye happening on screen. Dean tried to play it off, tried to push the feelings down as he often did.

But he couldn’t stop himself.

His voice was low, almost shy, with a nervous chuckle he mouthed Johnny's lines in the goodbye scene. "Maybe they saw you into seven pieces now…" He glanced at her, his green eyes hesitant but filled with something more than friendship.

"I'll never be sorry."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart nearly stopping at the way he looked at her. His words hung between them, not lost in the chaos of the moment.

She didn’t blink, didn’t pull away, instead locking eyes with him. And then, almost as if she was channeling the movie’s energy, she whispered Baby’s lines, her voice soft but certain.

"Neither will I."

The words were a confession of their own, layered with all the things unsaid between them. The air in the car grew heavier, the tension almost unbearable as the song continued playing, the crescendo of emotions on screen mirroring their own.

Just as Johnny kissed Baby in the movie, Dean made his move, pulling Y/N closer to him, almost instinctively. His arm wrapped around her, bringing her into the warmth of his chest. The scent of his leather jacket surrounded her, grounding her even as her heart raced faster.

Dean’s eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering there for a split second, his breath coming out shaky. For a moment, it felt like the entire world had slowed down, the weight of the moment pressing in on both of them.

But instead of kissing her, Dean swallowed hard and simply held her, his arm tightening around her shoulders as he turned his eyes back to the screen, his heart hammering in his chest.

The soft strains of the song continued to play, the lyrics filling the quiet space of the Impala. Y/N had settled into the warmth of Dean’s side, the tension still palpable but unspoken. Her mind was racing, trying to process everything—the closeness, the lingering looks, the words exchanged earlier.

But when Dean started to hum again, her heart skipped a beat. His voice was low, almost vulnerable. "Somebody close to me... can't look in her eyes... she's out of my league..."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face, wondering if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. And then, as if pulled by some invisible force, their eyes locked. The way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world, made her heart pound so hard she thought he could probably hear it.

Dean didn't stop, even though his voice grew softer. "Just a fool to believe... I'm anything she needs..." His gaze never left hers, the words heavy with meaning, his vulnerability laid bare in the dim light of the car.

He couldn’t bring himself to finish the song, his focus entirely on Y/N now. The world outside the Impala faded away, and all that existed was the space between them, shrinking with each passing second. Her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling faster as her emotions swirled in a wild storm inside her.

Dean’s hand moved, tentatively reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair away from her face. His thumb lingered at her cheek, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The song carried on in the background, but neither of them was listening anymore. It was just them, the charged air between them thick with everything unsaid.

When the last line of the song played, Dean couldn't hold back anymore.

Without a word, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips crashing into hers in a deep, desperate kiss. It was everything she had been waiting for, soft yet intense, filled with all the emotion they had kept bottled up for so long.

His hand cupped her cheek, pulling her closer, his other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her tightly against him. Y/N melted into him, her hands clutching his jacket as if to anchor herself in the moment, her heart beating wildly in sync with his.

Time seemed to stop as they lost themselves in each other, the movie, the song, everything else fading into the background. It was just Dean and Y/N, wrapped up in a kiss that felt like it had been building forever.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Dean rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as if he was afraid to open them, afraid to break whatever magic had just sparked between them.

He exhaled slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve wanted to do that for a long time."

Y/N smiled softly, her hand resting against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "Me too."

--

Taglist:

@kr804573 @nancymcl @suckitands33 @mostlymarvelgirl @globetrotter28 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @winchesterwild78 @deans-baby-momma @soab1967 @livingdeadblondequeen @ladysparkles78 @whimsyfinny @kamisobsessed @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @ferrersbiggestfan @spxideyver @kamisobsessed @deans-queen @yvonneeeee @libby99hb @star-yawnznn @lmg14

[sucker4colby]

This is my first time writing and posting on tumblr so I’m still trying to figure some things out. If you guys have any tips our suggestions please feel free in voicing them!

Lip Stick

Warning !! Slight smut , mentions of alcohol

I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye but I pretended to pay him no mind while I applied my lipstick. I rubbed my lips together making sure the pigment was even and fluffed my hair turning to look at him. " so what do you think?" I asked him putting my hands on hips showing him the outfit I had bought earlier in the week for the party we were about to attend. Colby raised an eyebrow at me letting his eyes run down my body making my heart speed up.  He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to me grabbing a hold of the back of my neck bringing his lips down to mine making my eyes flutter shut. He pulled away and smiled down at me " I'm glad I'm the one your bringing home."  He said grabbing my hips causing my hands to wrap around and rest on his shoulders and brought me closer , he teased his lips along the side of my jaw and down to my neck placing a gentle kiss there. I sighed in contentment rubbing my hand around his back pulling him in closer for a hug. " I don't think I could imagine someone else but you coming home with me." I told him pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Baby we need to get going." He said between kisses but I refused to stop kissing him wanting to feel his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss humming a quick sound of approval before pulling away before giggling at the smeared lipstick on his lips. He looked at me unamused knowing what was there from how often I left traces of lipstick on him. I walked over to my vanity to grab a makeup wipe for Colby and to reapply my lipstick since half of it was left on Colby.  "Let's go Bebe ?" I asked him since he had been waiting on me. He agreed following me out the room and grabbing his keys from the kitchen before grabbing my hand and leading me to the car.

When we had arrived the party had already been in full swing and we found our friends fairly quickly. We were currently sitting in the living area with them talking and drinking. I was tucked into Colby side his arm laying on the back of the couch occasionally smoothing my hair down with his hand and kissing my head while he talked to his best friend Brennen. They would occasionally include me in the conversation but I was fine just being in the moment. Everyone else had their own conversations going on but at some point Katrina and Stass decided they wanted to dance so they came and pulled me from Colbys side to join them. I happily joined them but not before giving Colby a quick peck on the cheek.

..........

Brennen laughed noticing Colby had something on his cheek, he pointing at his own cheek." Brother you got a little something right there." Colby rolled his eyes but he couldn't help the smile he had on his face. He didn't even attempt to wipe it of knowing it would only smear but he didn't mind, he seemed to love when she left her lipstick stains on him.

Apparently Sam had heard brennens remark before commenting himself " at this point you should just tattoo her lips on you." He teased bring his beer up to his lips. " Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Colby replied looking over at his girlfriend who was laughing with her friends while they danced to the music.

.........

At some point during the party I had gotten a bit to tipsy and Colby decided it was time to go home so we were in the car. He had a bit of music playing in the background while he drove. I sat quickly in the passenger seat silently admiring him. I couldn't keep my eyes of his as if I was in a daze from the way he looked. The only light visible was from the street lamps and other cars headlights but they illuminated his features capturing my attention. We rolled up to a red light where he looked over at me and smiled once he saw me giving him bedroom eyes. " what?" He raised his eyebrows at me reaching over for my hand which I gave him willingly. " I like looking at you. You're pretty." I told him shifting in my seat as the light turned green. " I'm pretty ?" He asked laughing finding amusement in my drunk thoughts. I hummed at him agreeing.

I really wanting to kiss his face to show him how much affection I had for him so I stretched my seatbelt and leaned over the middle console, I ignored Colby's question about what about what I was doing and tilted my head so I could have better access to pepper kisses on his skin. He laughed pushing me away " baby were like 2 minutes away ok? Once we get home you can give me all the kisses you want." He told me causing me to pout which made him laugh again." Bebe we don't want to crash. We're almost home." He tried to explain to me but I wasn't having it crossing my arms and pointing my knees towards the door.

Once he parked the car I refused to look at him still facing away from him acting childish since my kisses were rejected. He saw he wasn't getting my attention so he got out and came to my side opening my door and unbuckling me while I pouted at him. He smiled at me leaning down to kiss my lips but I refused to give in and turned my head causing him to kiss my cheek. "Babe come on." He groaned reaching down and wrapping a hand under my knees and the other behind my back lifting me up causing me to squeal and wrap my arms around him. He smiled and kicked the car door shut bringing me inside. I completely forgot about my grudge against him once I set my eyes on him once more admiring my boyfriend. He made his way up the stairs and I decided it was the perfect moment to pepper more kisses along his neck leaving more smeared marks along his skin.

He shut his door placing me gently on his Bed, he was about to walk away from me but I grabbed his hand pulling him towards me while I sat on my knees on the bed wanting to keep kissing him. " lets change baby so we can rest." He mumbled between kisses running his hands along my sides. "Ill help you ." I mumbled unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers grazed his smooth skin as I undid all the buttons. I leaned down placing open mouth kisses down his neck onto his chest. Colby moaned as I started leaving more permanent marks then ones that were already littered along his cheeks and neck. He tangled his fingers in my hair guiding me back to his lips causing a small gasp to leave my swollen lips. He placed one last kiss on them before pulling away and running his thumb over them. " lets get ready for bed." He whispered as I parted my lips letting the tip of my tongue lick at his thumb.

I didn't want to get ready for bed when I had Colby in front of me like this. His eyes were hooded as he looked at me , body on display with his button up shirt open, red lipstick stains and purple love bites scattered along his upper body.

He groaned as my once red lips wrapped around his finger gently sucking on it. I released it looking up at him "I'm not tired" I told him running my hands down his torso to the hem of his jeans. Pulling him closer to my body by his waistband leaning up to connect our lips. He silently agreed giving into me for the night.

I hope you guys enjoyed my first post and imagine !! I posted this on Wattpad as well but I own this story and I have all copyright.. please don’t steal my work.

[be-my-ally]

The Seatbelt Sign is On

A Big Bunny Vignette.

Bunny wants to get tied up, so uh, here we are. Playboy!Reader x 76/77 Elvis - this little plot-less smutty fic is set between The Lisa-Marie & Crash Landing. Although I think it could be read as a standalone. This is pretty much totally unedited, so apologies for any typos.

warnings: 18+ 18+ 18+. Light bondage. No safewords or anything but it is clearly pretty ssc**. Oral, and penetrative sex (p in v), slight overstimulation. 

75-77 elvis x playboybunny!reader (established relationship - here's the link for the rest of the series)

wc: 4.2k (miss concise smut is back baby!!)

** ((Spoiler: Elvis does say he has scissors in case she needs to be cut out - but he’s pretty much just holding her down with some ribbon and a seatbelt.))

Elvis often climbed up the stairs with his last burst of energy post-show - happy to collapse and settle in or onto the nearest chair, sometimes not even making it to his bed, taking in the precious hours of rest before the next stop. It meant that even though you were spending a serious number of hours with Elvis, it didn’t leave a whole lot of time that he was lucid or awake enough to actually spend it with you. 

You’d worried it was you, to start with, but you’d heard the guys whispering about him lately. About his lack of interest in the girls he flew out to meet him, or the ones waiting back home for him. You’d watched Sam looking you up and down a little smugly in the middle of the conversation as if saying without a word that there was a lack of interest in you too. The rumours that he couldn’t get it up at the moment followed raucous retellings of salacious events from years before that you were sure were heavily embellished if they’d even happened at all.  But, despite what they would gossip about, you never would describe Elvis as lacking in some way, and certainly not out loud. Sure, he didn’t always (or even often) have the energy to be intimate with you but when he did he was as considerate and, usually, as fun as ever.

Sometimes though you couldn’t help but feel like it was just…a bit bland. You still blush when you think about those first few flights on Big Bunny, meeting him in next to nothing for that rehearsal. Nothing has really come close in a long time. He certainly wasn’t behaving in the same way, and you felt a little like maybe you had become too comfortable together, or like a married couple or something. A distinct lack of excitement together. 

The issue, you thought while brainstorming ways of keeping it interesting, was that despite how brash and forward Elvis could be, he ultimately became quite shy and almost too respectful towards you while you were alone. You knew enough about how his brain worked to know that part of the appeal of the opposite sex was, for him, the perceived softness and ability to at least perform an act of gentle innocence. He could be brazen and arrogant while ordering you to dance for him, to roll his latest dirty film acquisition, yet when he had you alone he’d be almost apologetic, gentle. You didn’t want him to be mean to you, but maybe a little less of the…desperation. If he could just take a little more control again. 

It was at the end of a run of shows, Elvis tired but with it, when the answer came to you. He’d been carefully kissing the inside of your thighs, where you lay, still fully dressed on the bed of the Lisa-Marie when you’d moved your hands onto his head in an attempt to impatiently guide him. He’d tutted at you, immediately pulling away from your fingertips trying to bury themselves into his longer hair. 

“No, no, no, keep your hands outta the way, baby, gotta let me work.” He returned, but a kiss to a sensitive crease sent your leg knocking into his shoulder. It’s been a while. You can feel his grin even as he pulls away again to look up his lashes at you. 

“I told you you gotta stay still, I need my hands for this, can’t be holdin’ you down.” You’re not sure the noise that came out of your mouth could be heard by anything but dogs but he laughs, shaking his head, “What m’I gonna do with you?” You wiggle a little, and there’s a clunk of metal hitting the floor. You both turn to look, and your wide eyes meet his calculating ones. 

“You can. You know, if you want.” He stares at the seatbelt now trailing on the floor for a moment longer before responding, turning bashful; 

“Uh, well, I don’t know. I wouldn’t wanna pin you - I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable… I was really only jokin-“ He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it off of his forehead. 

“El- it’s ok, really, I think I’d like it.” 

“I didn’t, uh, I didn’t - do girls, do ya, do ya, uh, really like that kinda thing?” 

“Uh-huh, I think so, or well, maybe not every girl, but I like the sound of it, all tied up and ready for you, just having to take whatever you wanted to give me? Doesn’t that sound good to you too?” While you were talking you could see him looking at the belt, gently stroking your wrist as he considered the proposition, he swallows. You can tell he likes the idea. 

“You’d… you just, you’d just let me know if you want out right?” You laugh at his nervous questioning; 

“Lord Elvis, what’s running through that mind of yours to do to me that I’d want out?” He shrugs, glancing at the clock. 

“Well, not today, baby, gotta be ready for the show in an hour, ‘m gonna, gonna freshen’ up.” And with a pat to your side, he headed to the bathroom, leaving you there.

You realised you might have made an error in judgement bringing it up just then, just when he’d started to get going now you were left with your panties twisted to one side, skirt hitched, alone on the bed with the plane seemingly whizzing past any prospect of an orgasm today. 

——————————————————————

“We’re uh, going to Denver, you know, for the uh, burgers.” You pull the headset from your ear, as if blinking at it was staring at him and he would offer you more explanations.

“Oh, yeah… sure, ok.”

“Well, don’t ya wanna come too?” He sounds offended at your noncommittal response, but you don’t really. Truthfully, you still didn’t quite feel like you were rested from the tour yet and you knew it was only a matter of days before you’d be up all hours of the night and day and running ragged after him again. But, he made that dejected sort of hopeful hum that made you cringe at the mere thought of not agreeing to his plans. 

“Of course I do - I’ll uh, I’ll be there just as soon as I can.” It’s silent on the other end, and then, 

“We’re leavin’ now, so hurry.” Of course he was. 

It didn’t occur to you until much later that he didn’t want to go to Denver at all, and definitely not for the burgers - you’d heard Joe ringing from the comfort of Elvis’ fancy car-phone to make sure someone, presumably a pretty Miss Colorado of some sort, was home. Assuring them down the line that Elvis couldn’t come to the phone right now, but if they made sure they were at the airport he’d be there in a few hours for a flying visit. Somehow, you were able to listen to this - your legs nudging his, and his nudging Joe’s, without the slightest jealousy - just a mild sympathy for this girl desperate for the crumbs he was willing to lay. It would be much later that you would realise Denver had nothing to do with this girl either, that it was all an excuse for you. You’d realised there was some kind of ulterior motive to a lesser extent though as soon as you were, quite frankly,  shoved into the bedroom as soon as you had boarded. 

“Elvis! I’ve got a job to do!” He shakes his head, grinning at you and standing in the way of the door, 

“Nu-uh baby, I been thinking about what you said last time.” You didn’t expect that. 

“Oh?” 

“Yes ma’am, and you’re right.” You really didn’t expect that, 

“Oh! Well I can’t say I’m surpr-” You yelp as he pinches your side, 

“‘Nough of that, on the bed! I got ‘quipment.” You pause your stride towards the bed, looking at him grinning with his hands on his hips, it was all a bit sudden.

“Um, I didn’t, I mean, I’m not su-” He grins at you, 

“I thought you were Miss Confident?” He gets that sly look on his face, his eyes narrowing and crinkling in their corners, “You know… I’ve been readin’ up and I don’t know if I oughta be worried, liking this kind of thing is listed in the DSM you know…” You gulp, your stomach twisting a little, feeling a flush rise up from your chest to your cheeks. 

“Jesus El - I’m not the one with equipment! I just like a little…I’m an adult, and I know what I like and I think it’s unfair of you to say that kind of thing, especially when I know what you’ve been up to, and you know Hugh -  Elvis stop laughing at me!” 

“You’d have thought I was secretly sending you off to the nuthouse baby, the way you were carrying on then,” He manages to get the words out past his giggles, “ ‘s just a bit of ribbon, honey-bunny.” You both feel the rumble of the engine starting up, “C’mon we’re on a time limit.” 

“Well, if you’re - if you’re sure…” You bite your lip in nerves. 

“Where’d my conf’dent l’il bunny go huh? C’mon baby, ‘s no worries - you’ll like it .” 

“Are you - you know what you’re doing?” His mouth gapes a little, wide-eyed. 

“Of course!” He looks genuinely offended, for a second before grinning, “I got good at knots in the army don’t you worry.” He winks at you as he salutes, his feet knocking together and you giggle, your tension relieving itself.

“I’d be more reassured if you’d been in the navy.” He swats at you, 

“ ‘M better than any of them boys playin’ out on their little boats I tell ya, now hush and let me work here.”  Your breath catches again, “don’t worry darlin’ I saw this in a uh, blue movie, don’t ya worry, I know how you like it.” 

That did little to calm your nerves - his reassurance that he knew what he was doing too often led to some kind of mild disaster. “Well, ok, but - you’ve got, you’re prepared, right? You got some scissors or, something, haven’t you? In case you hafta get me out quick?” 

Elvis puts the bag back onto the bed, holding three fingers up - but his solemn face belies the comedy of the action; “I swear, swear to you, I’ll get you out if you want to be. Not gonna let anythin’ happen to my best bunny.” You look into his eyes pausing for a moment and nod, lying back on the bed. He situates himself between your legs, bending to place a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth, 

“Aren’t you gonna…?” You shake your wrists at him and he huffs a laugh, his breath fanning over you, 

“Gotta get you worked up first baby, ain’t no fun if you’re not ready to wriggle and jiggle around, is it? Now, hush,” He whispers against your skin, “let me work my magic.” 

He might not have been focussing his energy through his ‘healing hands’ this time, but you couldn’t deny he did have the magic touch, he barely had to brush his fingers over you, press a thigh against your side, and you were gone from the world, levitating above the bed, above the plane, into the sky above. You’re embarrassingly quick to turn on, making out with Elvis enough to make you squirm. After a minute or so he presses kisses against your clavicle, open-mouthed while his fingers fumble with opening the buttons that stretch from your neck to your thighs, almost immediately shoving his hands around the waistband of your tights and he tugs hard enough that there’s the tell-tale ripping sound of the nylon falling apart - if you’d been more conscious of it you would have rolled your eyes, somehow you never seem to be able to keep a pair for long around Elvis. As it was you were far too distracted to care, relieved simply to be divested of the fabric and you lift your hips to let him roll them off - throwing the destroyed fabric to the corner of the room. His hand supports your back as you lean forward, pulling your arms out of your dress, immediately wrapping them around his neck once you were free. 

He’s all-encompassing, someone else might find him smothering, the way his arms seem to be everywhere all at once, caging you against him. But you can’t get enough. Your underwear ends up somewhere, god knows where. You’re reminded again of that revelatory first time when he’s biting nibbling kisses across your chest, tiny pink bruises sucked onto your soft skin, Elvis’ hands pawing at you in that somehow hot clumsy way. He tweaks a nipple and your back arches to meet him, you don’t know when your eyes closed but you open them at the sudden loss of any sensation, 

Elvis is sat back on his heels, assessing you, rubbing your thighs firmly. He nods with satisfaction at whatever he sees, reaching up the bed for the ribbon and tugging your wrists towards him. He kisses your pulse, and you wonder if he can feel how it jumps. He tuts when the ribbon twists, wrapping it around several times and looping it over and under before finishing it off with his best attempt at a bow. You make eye contact with each other, and you open your mouth to tease him about it, but he stops you with a pointed finger, his eyes alight. 

“Don’t say a word.” You swallow your words, playfully snapping at his finger instead, and he laughs, holding your newly tied wrists above your head as he leans down to kiss you again. It’s somehow dirtier this time, whether because you just feel that way, or because he doesn’t take his time, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into you; forcefully mapping out your mouth. He works his way down, sucking a small, darker bruise on the underside of your left breast, you wonder if it was intentionally close to your heart. You tremble, wriggling against him and after a moment he evidently grows tired of pinning your wrists, his long arms not able to keep them pressed flat while he works down your body and he looks for a way to secure them better. 

“Well, I guess we didn’t think this through, honey, it’s not the right kind of headboard, so I s’pose you’ll just hafta keep ‘em there.” He presses your newly tied wrists against the pillows, fingertips brushing the velvet of the headboard and your back arches with the effort of keeping them there. His breath tickles when he returns to his place, and the air over the sticky wetness of your inner thighs makes your arms involuntarily attempt to come back down to hold him in place. Elvis tuts at you, leaning back.

“’S no good. You’re wriggling around too much.” He stands up, his hands on his hips to assess your predicament. He sits back down and peers down the side of the bed. “C’mere.” He hauls your body up and you wriggle up with him until you were high enough up the bed that your back was now supported by one of the cream-golden reading cushions and he was able to pull the seatbelt across your stomach.“Keep your hands there.” He pats them at the top, and you grip the top of the headboard as best you can. “Where was I?” 

You’ve lost all ability to speak, simply too turned on to comprehend what’s going on. There’s the barest hint of sweat beading above his eyebrow and glistening on his dark, longer, sideburns. Your hands twitch to cup his face and you whine in frustration, unable to reach where he kneels between your legs, your fingers clutching the dusty top of the headboard, desperate not to ruin the game. He grins, tongue running over his teeth, and you thump your head back against the hard cushion, 

“Elvis, c’mon.”

“I’m havin’ fun now, baby,” He sing-songs it delicately and you shiver, “Gonna get you so worked up.” His thick hands grasp your thighs, fingertips digging in, “C’mon, bunny, open up for me.” You have no idea if the growl that comes from his mouth was intentional, or if it just had the unintended side effect of your legs immediately spreading, your breath hitching. He leans in and you feel yourself tense, hairs pricking with the tension of the moment, desperately anticipating his next move. 

Elvis is clearly not unaffected by the sight of you - his breathing much harder than before and it tickles as he gently kisses your inner thigh, his pouty lips open. The very tip of his tongue ghosts across your skin, and you shudder at the sensation, aching for him. 

“Elvis you’ve gotta - you’ve gotta touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” His fingertips continue to dance, and you try to squirm a little, the seatbelt trapping you in place. 

“Nooo. Properly.” He chuckles, 

“Properly” He teases with a shake of his head and you whine again, 

“Ssh, shhh, I’mma take real good care of you, bunny, just relax baby,” He firmly rubs at your thighs, as if he wasn’t the reason you were squirming. You let your head roll back again, suddenly distracted as he teases you by the sight of yourself in the mirror at the end of the room, the dark mahogany of the wood-covered room and the dim light reflecting off of the creamy ceiling putting you into a soft-glow focus. You can barely see yourself beyond him, he takes up the majority of your view, and though the concept is hot to you, fully clothed as he was, it left little to look at - just your twitching tied wrists, above both of your bodies, really visible. 

Finally he’s kissing across your bare skin and you’d forgotten somehow, impossibly, in the time since you’d last been together like this, just how good he was at this. You’re already so sensitive, you can feel the cooling dampness in the air, and yet it still comes as a surprise at his first kitten licks how responsive you were to him. He presses one hand against your thigh, fingers leaving bruises from his tight grip, holding you totally open to him. Elvis leans back a little, grinning at your attempts to grind on nothing, and you might be ashamed at such a wanton display in the morning but right now you just need the pressure back. He spreads your slick folds with his flattened tongue, moving his fingers in to keep you spread open so that he can lick up to your clit, sucking on the little nub and sending you shuddering. 

Your legs are the only part of you able to move, and you wrap them around his, now thicker, waist holding him against you until the movement of his talented tongue and fingers make them kick out. For some reason, even though he wasn’t doing anything new, being secured down like this was making everything feel ten times more - like someone had turned your sensitivity up on a dial. He tongue-fucks into you, and it’s so hard to keep your hands where they are, writhing around as you were, desperate to hold him in place - gain better purchase to grind against his clever, talented tongue.

The singular focus he dedicates to this task always reminds you of that first time and having him so committed only adds to your enjoyment. Elvis renews his efforts, suckling like he needs you for oxygen, and the warm wet pressure builds until finally, you’re shuddering over the edge of orgasm, legs spasming and your back arching as much as it was able to do so - and the tension of the seatbelt across your body - pinning you down far more than you would usually be held, has you electrified, adding to your startling passion. You pant, trembling as he leans back, it’s scandalous how he smiles at you, catching his breath, lips glistening with your slick and you try to form words to tell him how earth-shattering that vision is, but you struggle from the sheer anticipation of watching him stand up. 

“El- Honestl-El, how’d you, it’s so good. You need, I need you -“

You cut yourself off, panting, as Elvis finally, finally, slips out of his lounge pants and jacket.  His tanned hairy chest unveiled itself, a perfect trail leading down to his hard cock, its pink head poking out, glossy with his precum. You shudder, and he grins at you wildly for a moment, before seemingly focussing on the task at hand, clambering back atop you. He mutters the same thing he always mutters as he presses himself into you, 

“Y’re good, y’re a good girl, bunny, swear it - y’re so, fuck, so tight.” It probably shouldn’t make your chest glow so much. He presses a hand on your stomach, just below where the seatbelt pins you to the bed - holding you in place for him to get himself situated. The firm pressure is almost enough to tip you over the cliff again. You realise you’re babbling, muttering pleas when Elvis kisses your sweaty cheek, hushing you. He jerks his hips once, twice, in time with your gasps before he growls, evidently incapable of getting the angle right and you suddenly feel yourself being tugged down the bed, hands leaving the headboard and seatbelt scraping your skin until you were lying mainly flat, mostly immobile.

“That’s it, that’s - that’s better - that good for you Bunny?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, laughing to himself, “ ‘course it is. You’re like one of them kids toys, what’re they called, those, those, slip n’, slip n’ slides. So fucking wet down here.” You nod frantically in agreement, stuttering out that you were fine, it was all good - but please, Elvis, please, just move. 

It’s a strange sensation, being unable to use yourself to get leverage, and it feels almost objectifying. Lying there just to be used, but you liked it, and Elvis took advantage, pulling and tugging to exactly the pace and angle he needed to chase his own pleasure. You plant your feet, when you manage to get purchase, able to use your thighs to your advantage a little. You can feel the edge rising, but before you get there Elvis stills, his mouth agape, sweat beading at his forehead and eyebrow, upper lip aglow with it, and you feel him pulsing. His hand comes down to stroke between your folds, as he slowly pulls out, and you shake your head - it was almost too much, but he hushes you, 

“Shh. Wanna see you go again, it’s only fair - ’n’t that the reason I got you all tied up like this.” You tremble, and he presses his thumb against you, it’s filthy, the viscous mix of your fluids. Elvis deftly rubs your clit, and your body shakes through the waves of orgasm until you squirm away from his fingers, completely overstimulated, 

“El- El, that’s that’s enough, I can’t - fuck, that’s too much - too much,” He laughs at you, stroking you a final time as your legs twitch. You lie there panting for a long while, and Elvis gets up before you do, cutting the ribbon off of you, not bothering to deal with the knots that had tightened as you struggled, and heading to grab a drink from the little dressing table alcove at the end of the room while you caught your breath.

The ribbon had done pretty well at keeping your hands together, he’d done them up tight enough that they’d laid fairly flat and untwisted, but still, when you rubbed your wrists there was a light mark and the hint of soreness, especially around the outside edge of your forearm. You unbuckle yourself, sitting upright slowly.

Clearly, there’s a reason people don’t usually use seatbelts like this. The rough edge of the nylon had rubbed you where you’d wriggled around, the lines criss-crossing, while the heavy weight of the gold buckle had left indents - several of which you were sure were going to bruise. You didn’t mind that so much, pressing a finger into the darkest of the marks. 

“Good Lord Elvis, I look like I’ve been whipped or something!” He glances back at you in the mirror where you’re now fully upright, brushing your fingers over the pink marks. He points a finger at your reflection, 

“No chance in goddamn hell. Nope. There’s not enough space - don’t you go gettin’ any ideas now, li’l girl. Absolutely fuckin’ no.” 

---------

taglist: @lookingforrainbows @ellie-24 @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @vintageshanny, @doll-elvis @18lkpeters @prompted-wordsmith @richardslady121 @meetmeatyourworst @marriedtopresley @steph-speaks @a-literal-no-name @elvisabutler @precious-little-scoundrel  @eliseinmemphis @iloveelvis @literally-just-elvis-fics @livelaughlove-talia @angelborn1 @amydarcimarie @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @i-r-i-n-a-a @saintomie @literally-just-elvis-fics @missmaywemeetagain @rainyday10-4 @chelsaiswerid @landlockedmermaid77 @mydarlingelvis @ooihcnoiwlerh @from-memphis-with-love

[seenoversundown]

Come Back For Me : Chapter Two

Danny Wanger x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of uncomfortable situations, reminiscing on the past, Josh, Mild Anxiety mentions, and 'One Date Daniel' living up to his name.

Word Count: 3k.

Summary: Danny spends the day relaxing or trying to before having to go a shift at the bar. But nothing would have prepared him for the day he was about to have.

Author's Note: HEHE :) Enter Daniel. (I do love you, just remember that as you read this chapter)

This storyline is much more .. dramatic? and boy oh boy, it is fun to write, read, witness- all of the above! Happy reading!

Someone New - Hozier "Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey there is no right way, And so I fall in love a little ol' little bit everyday with someone new."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Text me later?” She whispers against my lips, glancing up at me. 

My hand holds the base of her neck, kissing her again before muttering back, “Sure.” Feeling her hands slide down my bare chest before backing up, I watch her eyes drift down to the waistband of my sweatpants before she looks back up at me. 

“Bye, Danny,” she says, biting her lip gently as she goes to walk away. I watch her get into her car, sending her a little wave before closing the door behind me, leaning my back against it, and letting my head drop forward. 

“No chance,” I breathe out. 

She wasn’t the worst person I’ve ever gone out with, but there’s no way I’m going out with her again. Maybe hook up with, but nothing more than that.  She was nice, definitely hot, but there was no real connection other than the fact she was more than ready to climb me like a tree. 

I swear I’ve gone out with every last girl in this city and just have not found someone who piques my interest. Sure, it’s nice just to get to know people and at least get out of the house for a little bit, but it would be nice to find someone who was worth keeping around. 

The truth is, I haven’t really dated anybody seriously since Melody. It’s been years since we broke up, and it feels like I’ve been cursed with something because nothing ever sticks like she did. We were friends as kids. She spent a lot of time around Sam and Me, which also meant with his brothers. Growing up in smaller towns in Maine typically meant keeping the same friend group for a while. 

We all spent most of our free time together. She was never bothered by being the only girl unless someone had a girlfriend at the time— but even that was few and far between. It was less than shocking for everyone else to discover that we started dating at the time; I don’t think we were good at hiding our feelings for each other, but to be fair, we were also maybe fourteen years old. 

She was the first girl I ever had feelings for like that. My first real kiss, the only date I had for school dances, who I lost my vir— you get the point. We were inseparable until it came time for college. She had bigger plans than I did, and I wouldn’t hold her back from them. I always wanted her to pursue her dreams because she deserved it. 

Unfortunately, we didn’t last. But it’s fine because I know that even though it took a while to move on, it was probably for the best. I think. I try to not dwell on it too much, despite what Sam would tell you. I should call him. 

“Well, hello there, Daniel,” his voice rings through the phone. We spend a few minutes going on about our usual banter before I fill him in on the girl who just left. Which is really just a lot of humming and hawing from my end about whether or not I think it would be worth it to see her again. 

“I don’t think we would have anything to talk about,” I tell him. 

Sam laughs before saying, “Your nickname is really showing right about now, One Date Daniel.” It’s a fun nickname that they’ve coined over the years—by they, I mean he started it, but naturally, the twins picked up on it, and now I hear it all too often. 

“We’ve gone through this,” I breathe out. “I’m not trying to find the flaws in these girls; they just .. present them quickly.” 

He’s quick to rebuttal with,  “It seems like the flaw is always that they aren’t M—” 

“Shut up, it’s not that,”  I cut him off. 

“Well, it just seems that you find something wrong with all of them, and she was the only one you never complained about.” 

“Maybe I just need to stop trying to date in Portland,” I pitch. “I’m sure there are plenty of options outside of the city.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Daniel,” he sighs. “All I know is that when I met Birdie..” 

And then I zoned out. 

I love that Sam found someone and specifically someone who is willing to put up with his shit every day. She’s one of God’s strongest soldiers, for real.  But dear god, the sheer amount of times that our conversations have segued into some lecture where he tells me about how great Willa is and why I should listen to his advice— despite the number of times I’ve heard her tell him to stop meddling in other people's lives. 

He’s convinced that I find problems with any date because they aren’t Melody. I don’t think that’s the issue, personally, but I can’t seem to make him agree with me. I just know what I’m looking for in a woman, and they just don’t typically fit that, which is okay. Today wasn’t my best look. I try not to have too many one-night stands, but what’s a guy to do when he can’t find someone interesting enough to keep around? Sleep with the hot ones.  

“Mhm,” I hum back to whatever Sam told me. I’m sure I’ve heard it all before. 

He sighs on the other end of the call, breathing out, “Well, do you have to work tonight?” 

“I do, why?” 

“I don’t think Bird and I have plans later, so maybe I can swing by for a little bit.” 

Laughing quietly to myself, “If you want, no pressure.” 

Falling back into the couch, I scroll on my phone for a bit, before turning on the TV. Watching whatever mindless thing comes on because it’s too early in the day for it to be anything interesting. 

Me: I should have told you to bring my favorite lady over 

Sam:  you know she’s MY dog right?

Me: she and I haven’t spent time together in a little while, I miss her 

Sam: maybe you can keep her this weekend so birdie and I can go do something 

Penny is the greatest decision Sam has made in a while, besides finding a girlfriend, apparently. She’s such a good dog, and I still personally believe that I’m her favorite human, but I won’t say that to Sam. I’m usually his go-to for babysitting her when he needs it, which I’d like to think is because she and I have fun together, but I’m almost positive it’s because the twins live together, and he doesn’t want to invade their space. 

Regardless of the reason, I love it when I get to steal her for a day or two— not that I don’t enjoy being alone. Sometimes, it is nice to have someone else here, even if that someone hogs my entire bed when we sleep. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Once I convince myself to get up, I know I need to run and do a few errands before going to the bar. I pull my hair up into a bun, high on my head. Pulling on a basic outfit since I’ll probably just go straight to work after I’m done. I stare at myself in my mirror for all of a few seconds before I’m off to be productive, hopefully. 

I live close enough to the bar but just far enough away that I typically will drive to just spare myself walking home late at night. Not that the area is terrible, but two in the morning makes for a very tired walk home, especially when it could be a five-minute drive. 

I find a spot close enough to the bar, leaving my car there to just walk to a few places, but starting with the local coffee shop I prefer. Working in this area has been a blessing and a curse because I frequent the same places enough that the employees know who I am, but living around here makes it uncomfortable sometimes. It’s not often that I run into someone I went out with, but every once in a while, they make an appearance, and I can’t even be mad because we both live around here. 

Today is one of those days. 

I keep my eyes locked on my phone as I pretend to look at something, but in reality, I’m just scrolling through my texts with Sam. But a girl that I went with a few weeks ago is sitting in the corner, and I can feel her stare burning a hole in the back of my head. It was another case in which she was very nice, but there just wasn’t anything there. 

I ordered my drink and stood where I wouldn’t make awkward eye contact with her while I waited for my drink. I could just say hello. No, it would get weird. 

Me: you’re not going to believe who’s here 

Sam: 👀

Me: remember the girl from a few weeks ago? 

Me: she was nice but literally nothing to talk about?

Sam: uhhh.. Sure 

Me: she’s sitting 30 feet away from me and these baristas are taking FOREVER

Sam: LMFAO 

“Danny!” one of the baristas yelled as they set my coffee at the end of the counter. Well, there’s no pretending it isn’t me now, grabbing it, glancing over to the set of eyes that I could feel staring the entire time, and shooting her a tight-lipped smile. I watch as she just rolls her eyes as I push open the door to leave. Oops.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I spent a little over an hour running to a few shops that I need to pick things up from and then running everything back to my car. Sliding my phone from my pocket, I still have an hour and a half before I need to be there. Debating on whether or not I want to grab something to eat, I make the executive decision to stop at the bar; maybe the boys will want food, too.  

Working in this area is definitely more fun than I anticipated. To be honest, anything is more fun than working at the shipyard. Getting to watch people stumble late at night on the cobblestone street across from us is one of my favorite things about having to linger near the door. Those poor girls in their high heels had no idea what would happen to them when they attempted to walk down that street. 

The daytime is pretty calm. We just witnessed a lot of tourists during the summer, which has made a lot of evenings go by with a ton of people coming in because other bars were packed. Not that Jake didn’t do a good job with this one, but it’s not necessarily the most modern bar in the area. The aesthetic being very pirate and a bit dark because we are like half way into a basement doesn’t help. 

 Seeing the sign as I slowly make my way down the street. Pulling open the door to the bar, I immediately stop in my tracks. 

Oh my god. Shit. Why is she here? Maybe it isn’t her. 

I stand there quietly and watch her talk to Jake; everything feels quiet. It had been years since we’d seen each other, let alone spoke to each other. I guess I can’t blame her.  It feels like hours that I stood there just watching them before I could convince myself to move. Walking closer to the bar, Jake looks over at me; his eyes widen a bit, bouncing his stare between the two of us like he’s trying to warn me. I just subtly nod my head to acknowledge it. 

“Oh shit- Daniel?” Melody says as she’s turning around, immediately making eye contact with me. 

I can’t describe the feeling that courses through my body hearing her say my name again. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for it. My eyes are fixed on hers as it feels like time has completely stopped. She looks good. I can feel the blood coursing through me as we stare at each other. The silence was deafening. 

Finally, I uncomfortably choke out, “Hah, yes. How are you?” 

“A little better now,” she tells me, smiling over at Jake. “Nothing like trying to find a job quickly.” No fucking way. Moving my eyes over to Jake, who looks like he’s just seen a ghost and would like to join them at this point. 

“Oh? You uh- live here?” I ask timidly. “I thought you were still in Mass.” 

“Yeah.. I just moved back in with my dad.” She says, glancing at the ground for a minute. Her voice gets much more quiet when she says, “My mom uh..passed away not too long ago, and it’s just not feasible—“ 

I cut her off quickly, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“No, it’s okay, why would you?” She waves her hand at me, dismissing everything. She taps the bar a couple of times. “Anyway, I need to get going,” she says, much more lightheartedly, glancing between Jake and myself. 

“Oh yeah, uh-“ I spit out quickly.  “It was nice to see you.” Forcing a small smile onto my face despite the pit in my stomach. 

She smiles softly back at me, saying, “You too.” 

Seeing her smile made me nauseous, but I couldn’t let her know that. My eyes shift to Jake, mumbling, “Josh is here?”

He just nods at me silently. 

I start to walk out back, knowing I need to find him, but hearing her say, “Thank you so much, Jake. You’re a lifesaver.” 

This can’t be real. She hasn’t spoken to me in years, but now we’re going to work together. What the fuck. I can feel my body warm at the thought, fighting the anger that is threatening to come out at this point. Not that it’s a big deal; it’s been so long, and I’ve moved on from it. It just feels like I should have known about this before she just waltzed back into our lives.  She couldn’t get a job anywhere else in Portland, like how of all places she landed here– and then it hits me. 

Josh told her. There’s no other way. This bar is not one to scream, ‘Women, come in!’ I tilt my head, feeling my neck crack slightly, before tilting it the opposite way so I can see the back room door. 

“Josh, why do I feel like you’re behind this?” I ask, rounding the corner into the back room. There’s no chance he can’t tell that I’m irritated at this point. 

He asks, “Whatever do you mean?” The sing-song tone of his voice isn’t going to save the situation this time. 

“What did you do?” My voice is low as I question him. 

He looks over at me, letting out, “She needed a job, and Jake obviously needs more help.” 

My head rolls back as I let out a deep sigh. This can’t be real right now. 

“So, she definitely works here now?” 

The uncomfortable smile he shoots me is enough, but he weakly says, “.. is that a problem?” 

It isn’t necessarily a problem, but we did go years without speaking and ended on not the greatest of terms. It’s a long story. To just resume life as if nothing happened and work together, I don’t know how I’m supposed to just be around her a few nights a week like that. 

“No,” I breathe out. “It’ll be fine; I just wasn’t anticipating seeing her.” 

We’re both adults now, and we should be able to function around each other without things being weird; I mean, it’s been so long that maybe she’s also past it.  

I can hear the sound of Jake walking towards us, his boots will always sell him out; thankfully it sounds like only he’s coming, so that’s a relief. 

“Hey bud,” his voice is just above a whisper. “I didn’t realize what time it was; I would have warned you.” The look on his face alone tells me that he feels incredibly guilty. 

I don’t think a warning at this point would have even helped. 

I mindlessly crack my knuckles, looking over to him, “It’s okay.” 

“If it helps,” he starts. “She isn’t starting until next week.” The smile on his face seems uncomfortable as if he desperately wants to make things better. 

At least I don’t have to work with her right away. 

“Plus, she’ll be bartending with me. So, you won’t really have to interact with her much if you don’t want to!” Josh interjects in an attempt to make things better. 

If I know anything about either of them, it’s that the last thing they want to do is watch a friend struggle. I’ve been close enough with their whole family to know this. I’m sure that whenever Josh spoke to her, he probably just felt for her and knew that Jake wouldn’t say no. I mean, shit, that’s how I landed my job here. 

Even though I realistically don’t need to be here all that often, it’s not that kind of bar. Jake wanted to get me out of the shipyard because it’s a draining job and once he quit, I was left there to fend for myself. He practically created a job for me and managed to pay me enough to keep me alive. It’s incredible how much money you save when you’re single and depressed. 

“That’s true,” I tell them. “It’ll be fine, I’m sure, but..” 

They look at each other and then over to me. 

“But what?” Jake caves, asking for the both of them. 

It’s shocking to me that neither of them are considering the real issue here, and it’s definitely not Melody and I being in the same room. My hand finds comfort on the back of my neck as I look over to him, “Who’s going to tell Sam?” 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Chapter One

Chapter Three

CBFM Masterpost | Masterlist | Playlist

Taglist:

@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @imleavingyoufornewyork @mindastreamofcolours-deactivate @dont-go-home-without-me

@literal-dead-leaf @lizzys-sunflower @mackalah

@klarxtr @edgingthedarkness @writingcold @i-love-gvf @takenbythemadness

@ladywhimsymoon @earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf

@gretavanfan @musicspeaks

@jazzyfigz @smoking-jakelane

@demonrat444 @hollyco @josh-iamyour-mama @wrldabomination @broken0mens

@whereiskeara @gvf-luna @lilbitx @gvfstuddedmajesty @katuschka @chloeshell1219

@scoreofinfantryvines @sanguinebats @anythingforjtk

@brokenbellschipbunkersverion @musicislove3389

@allof--mylove @dyslexicchild13

@nicoleghost18 @monkeylaura627 @fleetingjake

@cheersdannyx2

[peachhcs]

for the celly prompt 12 is so samy and will now that the season is over and it’s getting closer to the semester ending i think that sam would drag will into the kitchen and they would just dance and soak up life with eachother

dancing like nobody's watching

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

finals always makes everyone stressed, so samy drags some of her friends to the lake house for a weekend getaway.

0.9k words

i'm beginning to write all of the requests sent in for the 700 followers celly, so thank you again for everyone requesting things! i may be a little slow with getting them out, so bare with me. please feel free to keep requesting as i roll the fics out for everyone you wanted to see though! it means a lot to me :)

700 celly masterlist | au masterlist

there were perks about having older brothers who owned their own lake house that loved their little sister so much that they let her crash in it for the weekend. classes were winding down, but that meant finals were quickly approaching. what better way to take some time off studying other than driving an hour north for the weekend? 

when samy went to jack with the proposal he told her two things: “no parties and no having sex with your boyfriend anywhere but your room.” once they agreed on those two things, he placed the keys to the house in her hand with a smile. he enjoyed seeing his little sister do things he wished he could’ve done when he was her age, so agreeing to let her stay in the lake house for the weekend wasn’t a hard decision. 

“i can’t believe we’re already done with freshman year,” hannah commented as she helped samy unpack some food in the kitchen. the boys already rushed towards the dock, wanting to get the first dip in. 

“me neither. feels like yesterday we just started. i’m excited for summer though, i think it’s gonna be a good ome,” the brunette smiled when she saw will, moldy, and luca running back towards the house, soaking wet from the lake. 

the door burst open and will went straight for samy. he trapped her in his arms, shaking his wet hair out on her like a dog. “will!” samy exclaimed, trying to escape his grasp. 

nick and luca did the same to hannah leaving both girls struggling to run away from the boys. “you love me anyway,” will hummed with a kiss against samy’s temple. 

“maybe not anymore. go shower off or something, you smell like the lake,” the girl ducked out of his arms earning a playful eye roll from the blonde. 

“come with me?” will dared to say in front of everyone else. luca and nick whistled while samy’s own face flushed. 

“been here for twenty minutes and the couple’s already going at each other,” nick teased, roughing up will’s shoulder. he had a mix of pride and embarrassment washed into his features. 

“you’re so annoying. go get clean. all of you,” the brunette eyed all three boys, her harsher tone finally settling them down. nick saluted. 

“yes, ma’am.” 

the three of them disappeared into different bathrooms. samy rolled her eyes, spinning back to hannah who was a fit of giggles. “god, i can’t wait for summer when everyone’s here,” the girl hummed. 

—

later that night, will helped samy in the kitchen making dinner. soft hums of the speaker drifted through the room along with luca, nick, and hannah trying to play a game of uno in the other room. the couple worked in comfortable silence beside one another—will cutting up the vegetables that samy added to the soup she was trying to make. 

he’d steal glances at her every so often when she wasn’t looking just to look at her. her curls fell down her back, frizzing at the ends from the spring heat. one of his boston college t-shirts hung loosely at her hips, probably one she stole from him when she visited last. somehow, he lost more shirts every time she came to visit, so he knew she most likely had a collection of them back in her dorm. 

“you should’ve come to boston with how many shirts of mine you have,” will teased a bit, poking her side. 

“don’t worry, i have about twenty more back at umich,” the girl giggled. she dumped the last of the cut up veggies into the pot and placed the lid on so the soup could cook for a bit. will watched as she rinsed the dishes off before plopping them into the dishwasher. his eyes never left her figure, so when samy found his gaze again, she was surprised when he was already looking at her. 

“what? do i look bad or something?” samy raised her eyebrow. 

the blonde quickly shook his head, moving to snake his hands around samy’s waist, “no, not at all. just admiring you.” 

his words earned a blush across samy’s cheeks as she pressed her cheek into his chest. they stood like that for a second until the song changed and sounds of the backseat lovers’ voices drifted through the speakers singing kirby girl. samy’s eyes lit up hearing her favorite summer song playing. 

“i overhead that she was 19. got a fake a id and a nose ring. those kind of girls tend to know things better than i do,” samy and will quickly sung along. 

as the beat picked up, will spun samy around before pulling her back into his chest. they swayed to the song, singing along to the lyrics together with big smiles on their faces. hearing these songs along with the warmer days meant summer was so soon and so was being able to spend an entire three months together. freshman year was fun, but the two couldn’t wait until they weren’t separated by states and nightly facetime calls turned into falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

the next song was another one of samy’s favorites that she played nonstop during the summer. declan mckenna always knew how to make the best summer songs. the guitar riff got the two excited as samy spun will around the kitchen. 

“i heard you sold the amazon to show the country that you’re from,” the brunette began. 

her and will started jumping when the chorus started. their commotion caused the other three to go investigate and samy quickly urged them to join. soon all five of them were jumping around the kitchen—the idea of finals and the end of the school year far from their minds while screaming declan’s song at the top of their lungs because that was the only thing that mattered in the moment. 

[audrey-carr1]

The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out where I want this story to go. I think I have an idea now. I have also decided to switch to first person, I find it way easier to write that way and hopefully you all find it easier to read. I am going to switch over the other parts as well. We even have two new characters to join the fun!

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: fem!reader, original characters, usual shenanigans, mentions of hetty/trevor

End of November- end of month 1 

Hetty's been avoiding me. It's been two weeks since we danced and kissed, and she hasn't spoken a word. Now she'll barely look at me, and if she does it's like she sees straight through me. I notice her hang around Trevor more. Whilst at first, I thought it was Hetty being her usual cryptic self, I notice that her touches on him linger more than she usually does. Recently, thought I saw Trevor checking her out. Yet again it’s Trevor he checks every girl within the Woodstone property line out, so I’m not sure I can look into that entirely. 

“What is wrong, you have long face like horse,” Thor asks.

“Oh nothing, just silly girl stuff,” I say 

“Would you like to talk about it? Thor really good at listening and giving advice. If you have enemy, I show you how to crush skull. Very easy,”

“She’s not having enemy trouble, she’s having love trouble.” Sass interrupts

“Shush!” I say hoping he lowers his voice. 

“Am I wrong?” Sass says with a know-it-all all smirk.

My lack of answer causes his smirk to grow into a smile. 

“I appreciate the concern, but I feel like I should talk to Het-” I catch myself, “I should talk to the person who is giving me a long face before I go sharing my feelings,”

“Nice save,” Sass says before leaving with Thor. I groan inwardly. 

I don’t have much time in the day to talk to Hetty as I'm constantly tied up with guests. The upcoming holidays have brought a larger amount than what I had initially thought, so I feel like I’m being pulled in hundreds of directions. I barely have time to spend with the ghosts, let alone any time to myself. Thankfully Sam and Jay had the insight to allow me to hire a little holiday help. A couple of friends from university have been wanting to meet up with each other, so I offered them seasonal positions. It’s like killing two birds with one stone. Before they arrive, I sit the ghosts down to tell them of the upcoming changes. 

“Everyone I want to let you know that I will have a couple of friends helping me to keep this place running. They do know that I can see ghosts, and they as of recently know about you. They will only be here until after the New Year, then it’ll be just us all over again,” I explain, “My friend Nadine is going to stay with me in my room while my friend Riley will be staying at my house. This way we don’t lose any rooms, and I do not have to have any shenanigans from trying to bunk you people up. Nadine is a chef, so she’ll help me with the cooking. Riley is my jack of all trades so he’ll do anything I ask.” 

The ghosts nod their heads in agreement and simply go about to milling around as they usually do. 

“y/n can we help with decorations? Now that we have you around, we can help get the house all festive since we can touch things!” Flower suggests.

“I love it! That’s a great idea Flower!” I say.

“What is?”  Flower questions

Oh, Flower. “Alright, I should have expected that,” I say before going off to the basement.

Soon the ghosts and I begin to bring out the holiday decorations. Instead of putting up a commercial tree, Thor and I went out to the forest to cut down a pine on the property and brought it back to the house. Pete and Trevor string the lights while Flower begins to sort through the ornaments under the guidance of Sass. Alberta and Isaac string together the popcorn garland, and Hetty oversees the entire operation. 

“Aren’t you going to help Hetty?” Isaac asks

“As Lady of the House, I am helping! By supervising,” Hetty says nose slightly in the air

The front door chimes before a familiar voice yells out “Hello!” 

I gasp, quickly leaving my post at the popcorn bowl to go to the lobby. 

“Nadine! Riley!” I practically squeal. 

I first run to Nadine, we exchange kisses on the cheek before embracing in a hug. Then I go to Riley who picks me up and spins me with ease. 

“Oh, it’s been too long!” He says squeezing me in his arms. 

“Alright, you can put me down, stronghold,” I laugh as he places me back down on my feet. As he puts me down, I happen to look in the direction of the room I just left. I see the ghosts peering their heads around the corner like children before quickly going back into the room. The only one who does not move positions and stands in full view is Hetty with an unreadable expression. I assume it’s Hetty being curious, and I shoot her a wink before I take Nadine and Riley into the kitchen.

“How have you been since graduation?” Nadine asks while she and Riley sit at the table

“The same, honestly just trying to find my place in the world. Now that I’ve become a heiress, I feel as if I’ve been operating on autopilot,” I reply. I grab a snack tray from the fridge before making my way to them

“Yeah, how come you never knew your grandmother was super loaded?” Riley questions before popping a grape in his mouth. 

“Honestly, we never talked about it. She always made sure I knew the importance of hard work probably so when I became an heiress I wouldn’t act like an entitled one. My parents said they saved for me to go to any school I chose. The money I received from their death went to an account I only used to pay for my car and rent. Now I work to keep myself busy, and this isn’t bad gig. I have 8 forms of entertainment plus guests to keep me busy ” I say

“Speaking of 8 forms of entertainment, what about that ghost you said was cute,” Nadine asks.

“Can you keep your voice down? They’re dead, but they hear everything. They would never let me live that down if they found out,” I say feeling a blush on my cheeks.

“Have you told them how you can see them yet?” Riley asks.

“I haven’t spoken to anyone about it, besides my two trusted friends,” I say referring to them. 

“They don’t ask questions?” Nadine questions

“Oh they are plenty curious, but I tend to avoid the subject as much as I can. We just figured out that I can do more than see them. Anything I touch, they can also touch,” I tell them. 

“Oh, so they can eat and drink now?” Riley asks now sitting up in his seat. 

“Not necessarily. We tried that, and it ended with a lot of food ending up on the floor,” I say remembering the memory of Sass trying to eat pizza and failing miserably. 

“I guess you can say it goes straight through them,” Riley says knocking his head back in laughter. Nadine and I look at each other and roll our eyes. 

“Oh come on guys, that was funny!” Riley says trying to get us on his side. 

“Sure it was,” Nadine mocks. 

“But back to before, how is it exactly that you can see them? We know that you had that drowning incident, but that doesn’t really explain how you can see them,” 

“Well, it’s not like exactly read up on it. I just know that I had a near-death experience, and I guess since I was in between two worlds, I can see both sides,”

“Yeah, but you’re saying only the ghosts have powers. Your boss Sam sees ghosts, but she doesn’t have a power,”

“She was only clinically dead for 3 minutes. I had a full-blown Meredith Grey incident, and I was dead for a while,” I say. 

“Well “Meredith Grey” maybe a part of you is still trapped on the other side, you never fully returned,” Nadine says

“I don’t know Nadine, like I said I don’t really read up on it. I just accepted that it happened. In fact this is the longest I’ve talked about the incident outside of therapy,” 

“Sorry, we don’t mean to push,” Riley says putting his hand on mine

“No, I understand, I would be curious too,” I say turning my hand over and giving her hand a squeeze. 

“Are any of them in the room now?” Nadine asks looking around for a sign of them

“No, in fact, I don’t hear them either. Let me check that they haven’t fallen in some hole or have been ghost-napped again,”

“Again?” Riley asks.

“Long story,” I say getting up from the table.

I turn the corner exiting to be met with 6 guilty faces. It’s like watching children getting their hands caught in the cookie jar.

“Oh, this is the kitchen guys, not the living room. Onward men…and women,” Isaac says as they hurriedly leave. 

“I thought we were going to the kitchen to eavesdrop on the living to see if we could get any hot gossip,” Flower says before Alberta drags her along with the rest of the group. 

“They were eavesdropping weren’t they?” Nadine asks.

“Oh most definitely,” I say chuckling to myself.

“Were they all there?” Riley asks.

“Most of them, Trevor and Hetty were missing, but they tend to go off a lot more often as of late,” I reply walking back to the table.

Riley and Nadine share a quick look before quickly returning their gaze to me. 

“How about I give y’all a tour?” I ask. 

Beginning of December - month 2 

I turn the corner to go towards the lobby, and I almost trip over a left-out decorations box. Before I fall to the floor, Riley is there to catch me. Thor was right, I really need to watch my step around here. 

“Watch it, Princess, would hate to break the merchandise,” Riley laughs as he steadies me on my feet.

“Oh, you two get a room already!” Nadine teases from the top of the stairs having seen the scene from the top of the stairs. She descends the stairs and goes out the front door. No doubt going on her morning run. 

“Oh my knight in shining armor, you couldn’t afford me if you tried. I’m quite expensive with the most expensive tastes,” I tease back. 

“Oh you wish,” Riley says picking the box and taking it to the basement. 

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I most definitely do. I’d take a night with those muscles any day,” I say before he’s out of earshot. I turn back to my task, and I see Hetty.

“Hey Hetty,” I say giving her a smile.

“What is the relationship between you and this Riley?” Hetty asks looking me in my eyes. 

“Um friendly? I guess,” I say raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You guess?” Hetty’s eyebrow also raises in question. I try not to focus on the warm feeling I get when she looks at me like that. 

“Riley and I are just friends, and we have been since my freshman year of university,” I tell her. 

“So you recently saying you "wouldn’t mind a night with those muscles" meant nothing? ” Hetty questions

“Meant nothing,” I assure Hetty. 

Hetty purses her lips, pondering my answer. She lets out a “hmph” before going on her way. 

“Hetty?” I ask before she leaves completely

“Sorry, I have to meet with Trevor,” Hetty says without missing a beat

“Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. The guests don’t check in for another couple of hours and-” I begin. 

“Sorry dear, I simply must go,” Hetty says before trotting off. 

I try to ignore the burn in my throat. I shake my head at the feeling of loss and jealousy. 

I try to keep my mind focused on the guests and running the B&B as efficiently as I can. “No use crying over spilled milk,” I tell myself. 

Riley, Nadine, and I work quite well together. Riley is a great fit at the front desk charming the guests as they check in. Nadine has been a great help in the kitchen, she always seems to know exactly what it is that I need. I dip my tasting spoon into a new pasta sauce recipe I’ve been wanting to try. 

“How does it taste?” Nadine asks

“It’s fine, I think I’m missing something,” I say. 

“Here let me taste,” Nadine says. I hand her the tasting spoon. 

“Taste like you need just a pinch more garlic and maybe a dash more of the red wine,” Nadine says handing the spoon back to me

I do as she suggests, and I moan in delight as I taste the now-perfected sauce.

“Oh this should be bottled,” I say. 

“The heiress is going to start a sauce company? What will Ragu do?” Nadine laughs as she finishes dipping the dessert fruit in chocolate. 

“You want some of the leftover chocolate?” Nadine asks dipping her finger into the bowl. 

“Is the sky blue?” I ask turning my sauce off and putting it off the heat. I wash my hands and also dip my finger in the bowl. As I bring my finger to my mouth, a bit of chocolate falls on my chest. Before I can get to it, Nadine has reaches her finger over to grab the missed chocolate and brings it to her mouth. 

Hetty enters the kitchen at the exact moment Nadine's finger swipes the chocolate from my chest and to her lips. 

“Oh I see we just let everyone eat off of each other,” Hetty says in annoyance before exiting the kitchen. “She might as well just lick it off you the next time,” 

“Nadine, excuse me for a moment. Ghost duty calls,” I excuse myself placing the dish towel in my hand on the counter. 

“Oh yeah, of course, I’m going to finish putting up the small decorations if you don’t mind,” Nadine says untying her apron. 

“No you go ahead, I’ll finish in the kitchen once I’m done,” I say leaving the kitchen to catch up with Hetty. 

“Save me some chocolate!” Riley calls from the lobby.

I find Hetty upstairs living room. 

“Hetty, what is going on? Your temper with me seems to be at a short fuse,”

“It has not,” Hetty says avoiding my gaze. 

I hear Riley call for me, and I wish he had better timing. 

“You might want to go see what your muscled desk boy wants,” Hetty says. 

I nearly scream in annoyance and frustration, but I decide not to.

“This conversation is not over,” I say before I storm past Alberta heading down the stairs. Alberta heads into the living room with Hetty and blocks Hetty from exiting. 

“Hetty what is going on?” Alberta asks

“I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about,” Hetty says 

“You are driving that girl up a wall, and not in a good way,”

“I have not. I have been simply-” Hetty begins.

“Ignoring her,” Isaac says cutting Hetty off as he enters the room. 

“Oh great another gossip,” Hetty says as she sits on the couch,” Please tell me what my other grievances are.”

“Hetty we are worried about you. When she first got here, you were so excited to have as you said “another woman of high status” to join you. Then you walked around like the cat who got the cream once you finally kissed her,”

“I did not,” Hetty says fidgeting with her hands. 

“You most certainly did!” Alberta laughs, “ She must be some kisser because it was almost as if you sat on the washing machine again. 

Hetty blushes at the memory, she hates her how her friends can see through her facade.

“Hetty what is it that makes you act like this?” Isaac says sitting next to Hetty

“That’s the issue, Isaac. I do not know! I haven’t felt like this since I tried to run off with that painter,”

It dawns on Isaac,” Hetty do you know what it means?”

“Obviously not,” Hetty says waiting for Isaac to enlighten her. 

“Hetty, you two were practically inseparable. The two of you were practically finishing each other’s sentences, going on walks, and having movie dates,”

“Oh remember when you told me that you enjoyed how the sun made her eyes sparkle on your walks,” Alberta chimes in. 

“Remember that one time, we caught them cuddled up watching Bodices and Barons?” Isaac adds.

“Oh, how could I forget they looked so cute! (y/n) draped over Hetty with Hetty’s arms possesively wrapped around her,” Alberta says. 

“The both of you are absolutely incorrigible,” Hetty says in defeat.  

“And you’re blushing and in love!” Isaac says kicking his feet in the air. 

“I most absolutely am not,” Hetty says snatching her hands away. 

“Hetty and (y/n) sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Alberta begins to sing. 

Hetty simply puts her face in her hands. Hetty was so out of sorts even her mannerisms were becoming too unladylike for her. Hetty decides it’s time to grab the bull by the horns.

“If you two are done acting so childly, I am going to go and find and talk to (y/n),” Hetty says rising from the couch. She blames the butterflies in her stomach on the sudden change of posture rather than nerves. 

“Finally! Have fun and don’t come back until you look like you’ve had fun with the washer,” Alberta calls. This sends Isaac and Hetty in a fit of laughter. 

Hetty leaves the room and goes to enter your bedroom. Hetty begins to debate on whether she should enter or not, and then on a whim decides to enter the room. Upon entry, she has to fight to keep down a gasp as she watches Nadine kiss you. She quickly leaves the room and feels the butterflies in her stomach turn to lead.

[crazyunsexycool]

The second date

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff and that’s about it

A/N: some people asked for a second part so here it is. Maybe I’ll make this into like a mini series type thing!!

Part 1

Steve couldn’t stop smiling as he walked into the tower. He couldn’t wait to see you again but first he knew Sam and Bucky would be waiting to see what happened afterwards. Just as he suspected Sam and Bucky were waiting by the elevators. At least they had the decency to look worried that they ruined everything.

“So?” Bucky asks cautiously.

“So what?” Steve shrugs his shoulders and does his best to look upset.

“Are you going out tomorrow or what?”

Steve just shook his head as he walked toward his apartment. He had to keep his head down to avoid getting caught in his lie. At his apartment door he stops and turns towards his friends.

“If you guys don’t mind, I’d like to be alone tomorrow. Hopefully I can think of a way to fix this.”

“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.” Sam says. “Call us if you want to talk.”

“Ok, night guys.”

Steve walks into his apartment leaving Bucky and Sam at the door. He just hoped it would work.

“We have to fix this.”

“Yeah but how?” Bucky asks as he and Sam walk out to one of the shared living rooms.

“We’ll talk to her on Monday. Let her know it was our idea not Steve’s. I know she likes him too.”

“Ok, but after this I never want to work with you again. You’re an idiot.”

“I’m an idiot? You should’ve known better, you’re too old to be pulling a stunt like this.”

“You know considering you’re the one that flies, you're a horrible wingman.” Bucky replies.

“I’m a horrible wingman? You’ve known him longer. You’re a horrible friend.”

They continue bickering for a while before they actually sit down and try to figure out what they’re going to tell you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The following morning you found yourself looking at your outfit in the mirror. There was not a hair out of place, your dress was cute and had a 1940’s style to it you even paired it with heels and pearls. The buzzer goes off right on time. You grab your purse and head out the door.

“You look beautiful.” Are the first words out of Steve’s mouth when he sees you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome yourself.”

His cheeks flush pink but he smiles anyway. He’s dressed in a black three piece suit with a white button up shirt and a blue tie that just so happens to match his eyes. His hair was slicked back the same way he used it when he first woke up from the ice.

“Shall we?” He offers you his arm and you take it.

“We shall.”

****

The park that was holding the big band music festival felt like stepping back in time. Most of the crowd was dressed to impress. Women wore dresses and heels, some even had on gloves and hats. Men wore suits or something more along the lines of 30s/40s streetwear. There were stalls everywhere and a stage at the center accompanied by a dance floor. The best part was that no one really seemed to notice Steve or wanted a picture with him. He relaxed the further into the park he went.

“So what would you like to do first?” Steve asks as he looks around.

“I don’t know, this is your area of expertise.”

“Ok,” Steve looked around unsure of where to start just as the band began to play a slower song. “How about we start with a dance?”

“I’d love that.”

Steve leads you to the dance floor. One hand goes to your waist while the other holds your hand. Your free hand holds on to his shoulder and he begins to lead you in a slow dance. The look in his eyes is soft, sweet and almost loving. Steve holds you close while he rests his cheek against your temple and hims along to the song. A content sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes.

“This is a much better date.” You whisper and can feel him chuckle.

“Yes it is.”

You smile up at him when he pulls back to look at you. Then he spins you and dips you. When Steve pulls you back up your lips are almost touching. You smile and close the very minuscule distance. Steve is taken by surprise but it doesn't take him long to kiss you back.

Both of you have matching smiles as the date goes on. You stop to look around the stalls and what was being sold and even buy some records. Including one that had the song you first danced to with Steve. Ever the gentleman he offers to carry your bags. You get some snacks that were popular in his time and he really opens up by telling you stories of his childhood and his mom.

By the end of the afternoon you’re sharing a booth at a diner. Steve sat beside you instead of across, his arm was thrown across the back of the booth and his attention was all on you as you spoke.

“Oh I meant to ask earlier. How did you get out dressed like this without Sam or Bucky noticing?”

“Well I actually set it up last night. I told them that I wanted to be myself today to think of a way to make things right with you.” Steve says with a rather proud look on his face.

“You, Steven Rogers, lied?”

“Yup. It was not easy.”

You giggled. “Do you think they’ll try to talk to me on Monday so they can fix it?”

“Oh absolutely.”

~~~~~~~~

On Monday morning you’re busy with meetings and texting Steve in between them. When you get to your office a smile appears on your lips. On the desk is a beautiful floral arrangement, the card attached to it just says see you at noon and Steve’s initials at the bottom.

You look at your watch and realize you only have a few minutes before Steve stops by. After putting away the meeting documents and the tablet you normally use you grab a small mirror you keep in your desk and check your appearance. There’s a knock on your door and you allow whoever it is to come in.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing?” Bucky says, he flashes you a reserved smile.

“Do you have a minute?” Sam asks as he closes the door in order to have some privacy.

“Actually I am going out but I can schedule a meeting for later today.”

“We just wanted to let you know that the whole earpiece thing was not Steve’s idea. He’s a really great guy and I know he really likes you.”

“Oh ok.” You say as you grab your purse and start heading out. You’re trying to hide your smile as you head toward the door.

“Seriously Y/N,” Sam adds. “He didn’t really want to do it, we just didn’t give him much of a choice.”

“Ok.” You say as you open the door. Steve is standing right there and you can’t help but smile up at him.

“Ready to go?”

“I am if you are.”

“Well let’s go then.” He kisses your cheek before offering you his arm. “See you guys at training later.” He says over his shoulder.

Sam and Bucky stood there completely speechless, a first for the duo.

“When did this happen?”

“We went out Saturday.”

“To the music festival?” Bucky shouts the question.

“Yup.”

“Steve you little shit!”

“I can write you up for that Barnes.” You say as you turn to look at them. With a laugh you wink in their direction and get lost in the crowd as Steve leads you out of the building for your lunch date.

Part 3

Permanent taglist:

@rebekahdawkins

@cjand10

@nalny5

@Sturchling

@angywritesstuff

@seitmai

@writing-for-marvel

@goldylions

@almosttoopizza

@littleseasiren

@pono-pura-vida

@talesofadragon

@midnightramyeoncravings

@bunnygirlwriter876

@pandaxnieenke

Series: @thezombieprostitute

@ozwriterchick

@zaraomarrogers