#and we can see a little more of soft james as it actually means the world for shepard to recognize that in him

[3d-wifey]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

[agirlandherkinks]

Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

[moonstruckme]

My birthday is in like 2 weekd (the 13th) so I just wanted to make a quick request before I forget :)

Can you write a poly!marauder x reader when it’s readers birthday and she doesn’t have enough time to celebrate so they throw her a surprise party at like midnight?

Hi lovely! Hope I timed this right with the time zones and all, but if I did, happy birthday! Hope you're enjoying it despite your time constraints :)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 718 words

When you get home from your shift, your hair is greasy, your feet are sore, and you’d normally be ready to collapse into bed but tonight you’re buzzing with excitement despite the late hour. 

The thing is, you’re a birthday person. It’d be easier if you weren’t, because unlike some of your friends who get to celebrate on school breaks or take time off work, you were born smack in the middle of nearly the busiest time of the year. It’s almost like it was prophetic; you were predestined to always be in a rush before you’d even left the womb. 

Still, you’re excited for the little things you do get to do to celebrate. James is baking you a cake, and thought you don’t have time for anything on the actual day—tomorrow—you’ll probably go out for a small belated birthday dinner next weekend. It’s not everything you could ever want and more, but it’s what you can do, and it’ll still be fun. 

The house is quieter than you’d expect as you shuck off your shoes. Normally at least Sirius would still be up, but you suppose it is pretty late. Your boyfriends were undoubtedly tired from their own days at work. You shrug off your coat, and suddenly every light in the house is turned on. 

“Surprise!” The collective shout nearly knocks you over, but James appears behind you, laughing as he steadies you by the waist. 

“Whoa, lovie. Did we get you?” he asks. 

“I—what?” You shake your head, gawping at your friends, who have materialized all around your living room. “What are you all doing here?” 

“Oh, don’t play coy,” Sirius says, coming over to secure a party hat on your head. “We all know you haven’t forgotten your own birthday.” 

“But—I—it’s tomorrow,” you stammer helplessly, getting past your shock but unable to accept that this is really happening. It’s too good to be true. 

“Not anymore.” He rolls his eyes at you, but his touch is fond as he adjusts the strap of the hat under your chin, knuckle brushing your cheek. “It’s past midnight, babydoll.” 

“You’re old now,” Marlene says, holding a plastic cup up as if toasting to the fact. 

Sirius hums, peering closer at your face. “She’s right. I think I see wrinkles.” 

Your laugh comes loud and sharp, and James’ arms snake around your waist, drawing you back into him. “Oi, leave the birthday girl alone,” he objects.

“We’re all younger than you, Pads,” Remus reminds him, coming from over by the kitchen to bring you a drink. You take it with a smile, and he pecks you on your cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” 

“Thanks.” You beam, feeling blood rush to your cheeks at all the attention. “Thanks for doing this, you guys, this is…just, beyond nice of you.” 

“It’s no problem.” James gives your middle a squeeze. “Figured if we couldn’t do anything during the day, a midnight celebration was the way to go, you know?” 

“Oh, don’t take all the credit for yourself,” Sirius argues, pinching at James’ side so he yelps and covers his body with yours. “All he did was make the cake, Moony and I did everything else.”

“And by Moony and I, he means that he picked out what he wanted and I made it happen,” Remus says drily, though the look he gives you is soft as mush. “I’m glad you like it, though, lovely girl.” 

“I really do,” you say, cheeks hurting from the force of your smile. “Thank you so much.” 

Remus smiles, and James rests his chin on your shoulder, fondness oozing from all three of your boyfriends. 

“Alright,” Lily says, “if you guys wanted her to yourselves, you shouldn’t have invited the rest of us.”

“Hear hear!” Marlene hoists her cup up, liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. You think you see Remus wince for your couch. “Shall we have cake and sing?” 

“Absolutely!” James declares, hands sliding to your hips for one good squeeze before he releases you, heading into the kitchen. “Wait until you all see my masterpiece. This is what I should have done for a living.” 

“You’ll want to prepare yourself, gorgeous,” Sirius whispers to you. “I saw it in the fridge earlier. It’s a monstrosity.”

“Be nice,” Remus murmurs. “He tried his best.”

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is Not a Date!

(625 words.)

"So, how did it go?" Lily asks excitedly, dropping down into the seat beside Remus in the Common Room. Remus frowns, a little confused. For a second, he racks his brain, tries to find something in his day for Lily to be asking about.

"How did what go?" He asks eventually, giving up. Lily looks at him as though he's spontaneously learnt another language, which does nothing to ease Remus' confusion.

"Your big date!"

Okay, yep, that hasn't helped.

"Big date?" Unless he's really daft, he hasn't been on any date today.

"With Sirius! Come on, I need details!"

Shock immediately ripples through Remus, his eyes widening almost involuntarily. Yeah, he and Sirius had been in Hogsmeade all day, and yeah, it was really nice. That doesn't mean he was on a date with him! He accepted a while ago that Sirius was never going to see him in that way, anyway.

"That was not a date," He says quickly. Lily only smiles at him, clearly slightly puzzled.

"Come on, you've been all sad about your crush on him for months! You're telling me that the sadness stopping the moment you go to Hogsmeade together is a coincidence?" She says triumphantly, as though she's just proved this magic point, brought everything together.

She really hasn't.

"No, I stopped acting all... sad, about it, because I accepted the fact that he's never going to feel the same way, and I may as well just enjoy our friendship. We went to Hogsmeade as friends!" He explains carefully, but Lily just eyes him disbelievingly.

"Just the two of you."

"Yeah!"

"No Peter, no James?"

"Yeah?" He really doesn't see where she's going with this.

"And where did you go?" She asks calmly. "Not round the shops, Marlene would have seen you."

"The three broomsticks," He says. "We just... talked, I guess. It wasn't a date." The more he thinks about it, the more Lily's thought process is starting to sink in. "Wait. Was it a date?" He asks her, glancing up.

"Oh my god, Remus. I love you so much, truly, but you're an idiot."

"Hey! We never agreed that it was a date! It's just... he did only ask me, and we did sit really quite close, but..." For the second time in the space of five minutes, Remus is sent into a state of shock. He's practically stunned into silence.

"Right, forget details. You need to go and talk to Sirius." With that decided for him, Lily reaches out and practically shoves Remus off the sofa.

It's enough to get him moving; making a beeline for the dorms and shoving the door open.

Sirius turns his head the moment Remus walks in, offering him a soft smile.

"Was that- was it a date? Did we go on a date?" Remus blurts out before he can stop himself. It probably isn't the right thing to have said, based on the way that Sirius' face drops.

"Did you... yes, it was a date! I've been trying to ask you out for months!" Sirius exclaims quickly. "Was I not clear enough?" His expression twists into one of worry at a startling pace. Remus just wants to reach out and pull all of the worry from him. "Because we can forget it ever happened! Y'know, if you don't... feel that way."

"No! No, I don't want to forget! I'd- well, I'd actually quite like to go on a date that I know for sure is a date," Remus explains.

At that, Sirius' face lights up, all traces to anxiety gone. Remus would say that over and over, if that's the reaction that he's going to get.

Merlin, Lily's right. He really is an idiot. How could he not tell before?

[muldj0rd]

I know who you pretend I am || Sargeton

Summary: Logie- I love you too, I just need some space to think

Warnings: sugar baby logan, sugar daddy Lewis, slowburn, age gap, handjob, virgin Logan, angst, virgin Logan

Masterlist || AO3

Part two

Zandvoort 2024

Logan shouldn’t have gone out- or maybe he should’ve, he don’t know

He didn’t feel like talking, so when Lewis slid in beside him in the booth, he kept quiet, not looking up at him

“You’ve been sulking this weekend- I know about the crash but, you’ve been sulking more than you usually do when you crash” Lewis said, looking at the American

Logan sighed softly “James’s replacing me” He explained, playing softly with the glass in his hands

“What?” Lewis actually sounded surprised, looking at him with confused eyes

“You’re surprised?” Logan scoffed, hiding his pain

“Yes!” Lewis said like it was obvious “Sure, you might not be the best driver out there, but he could’ve kept you for the season. Your replacement only have half a year, and can’t even get a seat if he’s good enough” Lewis explained, turning his body

In this light, Logan looked like someone Lewis knows… Someone Lewis knew. Why had Lewis never seen it before. People have been saying that Logan looks like Nico. Why did it take Lewis to hear Logan getting replaced to realise they looked so much alike

“It also means that I can’t afford my house” Logan laughed softly, leaning back into the seat, his eyes grazed softly with unshed tears

Lewis sighed softly

He had an idea, but held it back. Logan looked like Nico. If Logan agreed to his idea, Lewis would get laid, and to be with someone looking like the love of his life, and Logan would keep his house, or even just stay in Lewis’ apartment

“What?” Logan asked, seeing Lewis’ thinking face

“Nothing. It’s stupid” Lewis said, shaking his head slightly, turning away from Logan

“Come on, nothing you say is stupid” Logan said, smiling softly at the Brit

“This is-“ “Tell me” Logan’s eyes were so soft that Lewis thought he would die if he looked at him for a second longer, so he looked away

“If you think it’s stupid, can we just pretend I’ve never said anything?” Lewis asked, not looking at Logan

“Of course” Logan hummed “Not like I’m gonna be at the paddock to tell on you” Logan tried to joke

Lewis sighed, sinking the lump in his throat “I’ll pay for your rent, but… I want something in return” His eyes were closed

“You don’t have to pay my rent, Lewis, I’ll just move” Logan said, but softly added after “What you want in return?”

Lewis chuckled softly, opening his eyes “A relationship” He turned his head to look at Logan who was now looking away, blushing heavily

“You don’t have to- I don’t wanna feel like I’m taking advantage of you” Logan said softly

Lewis turned Logan’s head by his chin, making him whimper softly, his light eyes wide

“You’re not taking advantage of me, love. I’m offering, I just want a little something in return” Lewis said softly “We don’t have to do anything” Yet “Just for the PR. I’ll even invite you to the paddock”

“Lew-“ “You don’t have to, Logan. But… I will give you any- and everything you ask for” Lewis said, cutting off Logan’s protest

Logan nodded softly, Lewis’ hand still warm on his chin

Monza

Lewis offered to pay for another room for Logan to be in if he didn’t want to share with Lewis in Monza, but he said it was fine

“You think we need a story, if people ask about it?” Logan asked softly as Lewis was doing his night routine in the bathroom Saturday night

“We could just say that it’s been going on for a couple of months, but we kept quiet so people don’t think I’m with you because I’m pitying you” Lewis suggested, walking back to the bed where Logan was already under the covers

“Aren’t you though?” Logan asked with a sigh, looking up into the ceiling

Lewis only sighed as an answer. No way in hell could Lewis say it was because he looked like Nico that he was with him

Everybody in the paddock was surprised to see the two of them walking in together

Lewis was dressed fabulously as always where to Logan was dressed more casual. A plain white t-shirt and a pair of plain jeans

They didn’t hold hands or somewhat else touch, but Lewis were talking to Logan, walking close, a hand on his lower back to guide him into the motorhome

Everybody looked an extra time when they saw the two of them together, but didn’t dare to ask

“It feels weird” Logan hummed, fidgeting with his hands as he stood in the middle of Lewis’ drivers room

Lewis stood up from the small couch, putting his hands on either side of Logan’s face, turning his head up to make him look at him, even if he was shorter

“You’re fine, Logan. Okay?” Lewis hummed, pulling Logan in to hug him softly

That was the first time they’ve ever hugged

It felt good, Logan thought. He wouldn’t mind if Lewis touched him some more

“This is nice” Logan mumbled into Lewis’ shoulder

“What was that, love?” Lewis asked softly

“Nothing” Logan smiled slightly, shaking his head softly

“You did good�� Logan hummed, standing close to Lewis in the elevator, other people standing in there as well

“I only gained one place” Lewis chuckled

“Better than I ever would’ve” Logan sighed, looking into the ground “Would’ve probably crashed the first lap”

“Don’t say that, love” Lewis said, now standing in front of Logan, tilting his chin up

“It’s the truth” Logan hummed, pushing past Lewis to exit the elevator at their floor, Lewis following quickly after

“I met Colapinto” Logan sighed, changing into something more comfortable “He’s a nice guy”

Lewis was changing as well “Yeah” He hummed softly

“You’re not going out?” Logan asked confused

“I would rather be here with you” Lewis hummed, patting the bed bedside him, looking up at Logan

“You should go out” Logan insisted, but got into the bedside him, laying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows

“I could never find anyone as pretty as you out there” Lewis hummed, tugging a strand of Logan’s hair behind his ear

Lewis liked Logan’s hair, always had, but more when he grew it out longer. It reminded him of Nico’s hair

Logan blushed deeply, but changed the subject quickly “Did they ask about us in any of the interviews?” He chocked out

“Mhm. Yes. Said it had been going on for a few months and we kept it quiet, just like we planned, and then said that now was the perfect opportunity to make it official” Lewis explained, smiling softly up at Logan

“We have to start being affectionate in public now” Logan sighed, turning his head away from Lewis, his hair falling down into his face again

“Not if you don’t want to” Lewis said, pushing Logan’s hair back behind his ear, turning his head by his chin

“No, it’s fine. We can. Holding hands n’ stuff” He leaned into Lewis’s touch unconsciously

“You’re own pace” Lewis said, his thumb outlining Logan’s bottom lip

Azerbaijan

Logan was hesitant as he walked into the paddock with Lewis, hooking his own little finger around Lewis’ softly, the only affection he was comfortable to give Lewis at the moment

Lewis looked up at Logan with soft eyes, smiling slightly, his little finger squeezing around Logan’s softly

Logan got lost in his thoughts, leaning into Lewis’ side softly as they walked into the Mercedes motorhome

All the stares from the people in the paddock had gotten to Logan, making him tired and overwhelmed

“C-can I get a hug?” Logan asked carefully as they entered Lewis’ drivers room

“Sure. Anything you want, love” Lewis said, Logan immediately falling into Lewis arms, his own around the shorter man’s waist, hugging him tightly

“The stares are getting to you, ain’t they?” Lewis asked, Logan humming softly, his face shoved into the crook of Lewis’ neck

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’m really sorry” Lewis apologised, caressing Logan’s back softly

Logan shook his head softly “It’s fine, Lew… I just have to get used to it” He said, pulling slightly back from the hug

“You can always back out, Logan. I will still pay your rent, you just don’t have to do anything for it” Lewis said to him, feeling bad for everything he dragged him through

“Lewis. It’s fine. Besides, I will feel like I’m taking advantage of you” Logan said, walking over to sit on the couch

“You Americans are so fucking weird” Lewis chuckled softly, going to the small bathroom

“You brits are weird, I mean- have you seen yourself, Lando, George, Jenson… The list goes on” Logan chuckled, his smile plastered back on his lips

“But we’re hella fine, hm?” Lewis chuckled from the bathroom, his voice muffled

“You sure as hell are” Logan mumbled, leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed

“What you say, love?” Lewis hummed, walking out of the small bathroom

Logan tilted his head to look at Lewis again “I just agreed with you” He smiled softly

“Fucking shit” Lewis groaned, slamming his drivers room door behind him, making Logan jump and yelp slightly

The race wasn’t all that bad, but 7th to 9th wasn’t exactly what he was aiming for, and with how uncomfortable Logan had been when they arrived, he felt like it was all his fault

“I’m sorry for slamming the door” Lewis said softly as he slumped down on the couch, drenched in sweat, panting softly

“It’s okay” Logan hummed, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, turning his body towards him

“No it’s not. First I cause you so much uncomfortableness, and then I go and slam doors like I have no care for you-“ Logan shut Lewis’ ramble up with a soft kiss to his lips

“It’s fine, Lewis” Logan smiled softly, pulling away from him

“Mhm. Yes. Fine” Lewis stuttered, obviously flustered, his hands just kind of frozen in the air

“You should go shower, Lewis” Logan said, chuckling slightly at Lewis’ expression

“Shower? Yes. Yeah. Sure” Lewis nodded, nodding softly before standing up to go shower

Logan whined when Lewis had shut the door, leaning into the couch, covering his face with his hands, realising that he had kissed Lewis Hamilton

Logan Sargeant, a nobody, had kissed Lewis Hamilton, a seven-time world champion

Logan laid on his side on the bed, looking at Lewis who laid on his back, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling

Logan wanted to kiss Lewis again so damn bad. Wanting to feel his lips against his own again- longer this time. He wanted to feel his lips

“You still mad about your result?” Logan asked instead

Lewis shrugged slightly “A little” He sighed, his bare chest rising and falling softly

“I wouldn’t have dropped two places, only because I would’ve started at the bottom” Logan said, trying to make Lewis feel better

“You would’ve done your best” Lewis said, turning his head to look at the blond

“My best is never go-“ Logan yelped softly when Lewis took his jaw into his hand, kissing him firmly

Lewis pulled back, seeing a frozen Logan, staring at him shocked

“That seems to shut you up” Lewis chuckled, caressing Logan’s jaw softly “Guess I’ll just do that from now on when you talk bad about yourself” He added with a soft smirk

Singapore

At some point when Logan had realised Lewis would kiss him every time he talked bad about himself, he started doing it on propose

He felt slightly bad about it, but he would rather do that than actually ask Lewis to kiss him

The thought of asking for something- especially something like a kiss was frightening for him

Logan stood in the bathroom of the hotel, leaning over the sink, looking into it

“What’s wrong, love?” Lewis asked softly, stepping behind him, looking into the back of his head, admiring his hair

“You think I’m not good looking?” Logan asked softly “You think I’m ugly?” He knitted his eyebrows together

Lewis turned Logan’s head by his chin, kissing him, but Logan kept talking

“I see what people say about me-“ Lewis kept kissing him, trailing down his jaw “-and how people say you’re way out of my league-“ Lewis kissed down Logan’s neck “-And how that if I hadn’t been driving, you would’ve never looked twice at me-“ Lewis’ hand went under Logan’s shirt, desperate to make him shut up “-Or how I’m only using you for your money, which I am-“ Lewis’ hand trailed down to the waistband of Logan’s shorts “-Or how you’re only with me because I look like Ni-“ Logan shut himself up with a moan when Lewis palmed him through his shorts, his knees buckling slightly

“That’s it. Keep your pretty little mouth shut if the only thing that comes out is negative things about yourself” Lewis said, about to move his hand away, but Logan pulled him back

“Love- we don’t have to-“ “Keep going” Logan said, bucking his hips into Lewis’ hand, hoping he would keep going

They have never gone this far in the three weeks- Logan had never actually been this far with anybody. It has only ever been him and his right hand

The new feeling had him whining and whimpering quicker than he’d like to admit

Lewis felt bad when he realised he had caught himself thinking about how Nico had made similar sounds when they were together

“Lew- Please” Logan breathed, his head falling back, his hair touching Lewis’ shoulder, his hands on the the sink turning impossibly whiter from the force of his grip

“Shh. I got you, love” Lewis cooed, removing his hand, causing Logan to whine softly, his head falling forward, his eyes closed

Lewis held Logan’s waist with his left hand, shoving his shorts down just enough with his right

Lewis leaned back, grip still on Logan’s waist, spitting in his other hand, attaching it loosely around Logan’s cock

Logan moaned loudly, his knees buckling, Lewis’ other arm coming around Logan’s body to hold him up

“You okay, love?” Lewis asked softly, his hand still slow and loose around Logan’s cock

“Mhm. Yes” Logan nodded, whimpering his words out, his eyes screwed shut

“Tell me to stop, and I will” Lewis said, kissing Logan’s neck softly, his hand going a little faster and firmer around him

Logan couldn’t reply to Lewis’ words, his mouth only spitting out loud moans, a stuttered pants

Logan was close embarrassingly fast. Lewis was that good

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, love” Lewis hummed, leaving wet trails up and down Logan’s neck, watching as his thighs shook slightly and his knees bucking slightly

“P-please, Lew. ‘M close- please” Logan begged in a moan

Lewis didn’t say anything, his thumb just going over Logan’s slit which cause the blond to tip over, moaning Lewis’ name as he came

Cum landing on Lewis’ hand, Logan’s shirt, some on the floor and even some on the sink

If Lewis’ grip around Logan’s body wasn’t as tight as it was, Logan would’ve probably fallen to the ground, his legs giving out under him

Lewis had gotten Logan cleaned and changed into something else before he laid into the bed, pulling Logan into his arms softly

“I should talk badly about myself more if that’s what happens” Logan chuckled tiredly, clinging onto Lewis’ waist, the warm skin radiating against his own slightly colder body

“You could also just ask” Lewis said, kissing the top of Logan’s head softly. Feels just like- No.

“Ask? Ask for something? Don’t think so” Logan chuckled “Maybe it will be your good luck charm for tomorrow” He sighed, kissing Lewis’ chest softly

Logan stayed at Lewis’ apartment doing the break after Singapore, wanting to spend time with Lewis, but not feeling Like going on vacation or inviting Lewis to Florida

Logan went down to gather the mail, feeling like it was the least he could do while Lewis was cooking for them both

He saw Nico standing there as well, checking his mail

Logan thought about just turning around and leaving, gathering it later, but Nico had already seen him, saying a small ‘hi’ to him

He returned the greeting, checking Lewis’ mail as well, having been told what he should save and what to just throw out

“You know, he’s only with you because you look like me” Nico said, no hint of hesitation in his voice

“Everybody’s been saying that” Logan chuckled, not once believing it

Nico was amused by Logan’s nonchalant response “He’s been doing it for years, Logan” Nico sighed

Logan looked up at Nico, seeing him already looking at him “He’s not just with me because of that” He said, smile faded to an almost frown

“I’m sorry, Logan. He can’t help himself” Nico shrugged “He’s got a type. Never wondered why his partners has always looked like me after I broke up with him?”

“He’s not…” Logan shook his head slightly, lips quivering, eyes glazed with tears

“I’m sorry, Logan” Nico sighed, patting him softly on the shoulder before he left Logan to stand alone in his thoughts

Logan was poking at his food, barely eating it. Staring down like it had personally attacked him

“I can make something different for you if you don’t like the food” Lewis suggested to Logan

“No. The food’s fine” Logan hummed, still not looking up at Lewis

“What’s wrong, my love?” Lewis asked concerned, putting his hand on top of Logan’s, but Logan quickly stood up, removing his hand from Lewis’

“I’m going to bed” Was the only thing Logan said before he left, slamming door shut softly

This confused Lewis. Logan always ate the food, he never slammed doors, he always waited for Lewis to go to bed before he did, never left the table without cleaning up after himself

Lewis got himself into bed quietly, putting a hand on Logan’s arm who was laying so he faced away from Lewis, but he pushed Lewis’ hand away

“Are you mad at me?” Lewis pouted softly, his heart aching when he got no answer “I’m sorry for whatever I did” He hummed, staring into the back of Logan

Lewis woke up to an empty bed, barely having gotten anything to sleep

This also confused Lewis. Logan always waited for Lewis to wake up before he did himself. He barely allowed himself to go the bathroom if Lewis wasn’t awake

“Love?” Lewis asked, his voice husky. He heard soft shuffling from the living room, so he went there, seeing Logan sitting on the couch but with the tv turned off

“You’re mad at me, and I don’t know why, but I want to make it better, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what I did” Lewis sighed, fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants

“Are you only with me because I look like Nico?” Lewis went to kiss Logan, but the blond put a hand on Lewis’ mouth, pushing him away “I’m serious, Lewis”

Lewis swallowed a lump in his throat “It was like that in the start, yes-“ Logan stood up from the couch abruptly

“God. You’re unbelievable” Logan scoffed, looking down at where Lewis was now sitting on the couch

“I thought that there was actually something between us, but I’m just his fucking lookalike who you decided to try and get into the pants of because you couldn’t get the original meat. You fucking manipulated me, Lewis” Logan said, almost yelled, panting heavily

“No, no, love. Please, let me explain” Lewis said, standing up again, stepping closer to Logan, who took a step back in result

“I don’t want your fucking explanation” Logan cursed, tears rolling down his face

“Love-“ “Don’t fucking call me that” Logan wasn’t much of a curser. He had probably cursed more doing this conversation than the last 3 years

“I arranged with Max to be at his place before I fly back to Florida” Logan sighed

“No, Logan- please. I’ll take the couch, the floor- whatever, just please. I need you to stay” Lewis begged, his voice quivering

“Why? So you can imagine that it’s Nico laying in your bed instead?” Logan scoffed “You can keep my stuff” He got his jacket and left

Lewis softly fell to his knees, tears silently streaming down his face “Please. I love you. I love you so much” He whispered to himself, praying to god that Logan would just come back

Texas

Sleepless nights causing bags under his eyes, days without eating, causing his whole body to ache, but he didn’t care, his mind was clouded by him, and him only

Lewis was sure he hadn’t slept prober or eaten a proper meal since Logan left him

He had sent Logan multiple texts, asking him to just listen and explain, which none was returned- not even seen

“It’s a bummer to not see Logan here today. Why isn’t he with you?” It’s the first question Lewis gets asked in the media pen

“Oh, um… We’re not together anymore” Lewis answered, a yawn trying to fight through his lips

“Really? Why not?” The journalist asked curious, not seeing the tiredness on Lewis

“We’re just working some things out” This is your time “We left at a bad place, and things were said, but I’m really trying to fight and get him back. I really love him with every inch of my body” He explained

“Well, I hope it works out for you two in the end”

Lewis scrambled to get back to the Mercedes motorhome, but he didn’t get to his drivers room

He settled behind the hospitality instead, sliding down the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest, tears silently streaming down his face

“Not like you to cry over a guy” Lewis laughed hurt as he leaned his head back against the wall, seeing Nico out the corner of his eye

“You asked me what I saw in you back in ‘16. Back then, I saw paradise- the love of my life. Now? I see a fucking sadist, thriving on the pain you cause me” Lewis spat, not looking directly at Nico “I know it was you who told him it”

“It’s true, no?” Nico sighed, leaning against the wall

“It was. In the start, that was why. We both got something out of it. But now? I fucking love him, Nico” He turned his head to look at the German “And now I’m not sure I can get him back because you like seeing me get tortured”

“I-I’m sorry, Lewis. If I had known how down bad you were for him-“ “You don’t give a shit” Lewis was standing up now

“You only ever think about yourself, and yourself only” Lewis scoffed, pushing past Nico to walk away

Logie

I love you too, I just need some space to think

[jewishregulus]

may we have some of ur nsfw reg hcs pretty pls 🤲

okay . putting these under the cut u sly dogs . everybody in my asks is horny ….. i welcome it !!

• it is very important for me to say that my regulus is a bottom and does not top atleast w james he may like . try it out . but he doesn’t enjoy it . he prefers to be the one getting penetrated , personal preference !!!! i can see him power bottoming although i think he is more subby, he likes giving up control and feeling Good . i respect switch jeggy, it isn’t my truth

• i think alot of jegulus sex (sorry most of these will be abt jegulus bc i love them Lolll) is just james wanting to treat regulus like a little porcelain doll …. not just in him being fragile but also he is His . to do whatever he wants he just has to ask nicely and sweetly and he can pose reg however he wants !!! i do think reg is bratty but i think a lot of the time he is v sweet n teary in bed ….. an angel ……….

• but i do also think regulus brings out something in james that makes him want to be rough n mean in bed that he has Never felt before . a big thing for me is regulus making james Feel things he hasn’t before . he’s always been a vanilla softy sex guy but now he wants to bruise regulus up and make him cry so he can be the one to patch him up again :(( he loves after care and therefore regulus does too

• there r like two versions of regulus in my head : virgin whore who has no concept of real sex and only understands from books so he fantasizes about getting the shit fucked out of him, hard and rough, probably got a breeding kink going on, but when actually in the bedroom is SO EMBARRASSED . TO DO ANYTHING . james asks regulus to take off his jacket and regulus is like oh my … that’s … wow … you want me to … undress….? and show you… my collarbone peeking out of my button up…. oh… oh my

• and whoring it up regulus who sleeps around HELLA before james and when they actually do sleep together is CONSISTENTLY begging james to be rougher and meaner .. but regulus is also in a soft subby state of mind james doesn’t see from him often so he is WHIPPPPPEEEED

• daddy kink , breeding kink, praise kink , choking kink. The big four . but i also think regulus has an obscure fantasy of being tied up w the purpose of free use but being made love to soft and gentle anyways . just the idea that his lover could have him in Anyway but still chooses to worship and appreciate yk…. gets him going

• i also think he’s fucking EVERYWHERE but a damn bed …. on the counter on the couch in the car in the shower …. a bed is fun but reg likes the thrill of just doing anything anywhere bc he can … bc his house is full of love now so he can do whatever he wants !!

• oral fixation , loves sucking james off more than anything loves sucking ANYONE off more than anything . gave bcj 99% of his blowjobs . big fan . swallows w james. spits w barty. thank you for your time .

• if we r rolling w boypussy regulus he’s a big fan of being eaten out of course ….. james is a chronic munch so of course he is committing to it and regulus’ life was forever changed

• jegulus does not wear condoms once they enter a serious relationship . regulus doesn’t fuck w them . he understands the necessity but doesn’t like !! will use when he has to . but as soon as he acknowledges james is the one for him and he’ll have no other parters and it’s safe to he celebrates . big win for him .

• did i mention the breeding kink . i need to . that’s the jegulus kink fr . regulus wants a BABY in him damnit !!!!

okay that’s all for now . too embarrassed to continue . hope some of you enjoy

[yallthemwitches]

Only Sleeping

For @jilytoberfest Day 26 🎶One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way🎶 - First Light by Hozier

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“Shh, Harry, we can't see daddy,” his voice breaks and the tears fall faster than he can feel them. Back at school he used to call them the miracle couple–The miracle couple now with a miracle boy. 

“Ok Harry, we have to be gentle if we are going to pet uncle Sirius.”

She takes Harry’s palms which are no bigger than snitches and uncurls his tiny fingers until they  lay flat like discs. 

“Remember—just like with daddy prongs: pat pat pat.” She holds him by the stomach and they both lean forward. Guiding his hand in hers, they give Sirius three soft pats to his back.

“Pah pah pah-” Harry gargles out, but some of his fingers start to lace into the dark fur, itching to tug. 

“Open hand Harry! We don’t want to hurt him,” and they repeat the process until Harry is capable of doing it without his mother’s guidance, crawling out of her lap to lean all of his body weight on the dog.

“Be careful, he’s going to think we have a new pet.”

James comes back into the room holding a teapot and three empty cups. Without hesitation, he settles himself cross legged next to Sirius and scoops up the baby, giving him a quick toss in the air. Harry chortles, cheeks ruddy with happiness. 

“I don’t care if I’m the new family dog as long as I have some time off to visit once and a while.” Now transformed, Sirius leans back on his hands, stretching his legs out with a yawn. 

“Dumbledore is stark mad these days—I know I’m a pretty nimble bloke but these missions are starting to take it out of me–”

James looks down at his lap, fidgeting. 

“I didn’t mean it like I was picking up your slack or anything mate–besides you can’t help it. I just wish I could visit more is what I’m trying to say.”

“Yeah–” James nods, shaking the self-disappointment from his mind. Setting Harry loose on the ground to pour their tea, the boy lurches himself in a standing position and zooms off down the hall, his little toddling feet making soft stomping noises as he goes. 

“He’ll be back,” James says simply. Even with Harry gone, none of the adults move to sit at the actual table, all used to life on the floor while entertaining a baby. 

“Have you taught him my name yet?” Sirius says, blowing on his tea. 

“Harry! C’mere kiddo.”

Harry zips back in the room, falling flat on his face before getting up without incident. He beelines to Lily, tumbling into her and grabbing onto her long hair. 

“Harry darling, can you say: Uncle Sirius?”

“Nnnkl siwisis.”

James lets out a laugh. “Well no need to push any farther, that’s good enough!”

Sirius slithers onto his belly and wraps his arms around his godson who immediately becomes interested in his hair, grabbing bunches of it in little fists while waving them around. 

“I know I tell you every time, but you both really did make a bloody cute kid.”

James cracks into a wide grin and Lily leans over to rest her head in her husband's lap, his hand instantly curling into her hair.

“Glad to hear it because we are trying for another. A girl this time if we can help it!”

Sirius shoots up, accidentally making Harry tumble back with an oof.

“You what? Please don’t tell me it’s because you lot are bored all locked up in here because I swear to Merlin—”

“No, It’s not because we are bored, you arsehole,” Lily gives him a pointed glare, “And James is getting ahead of himself—after the war we will try. Right now we are just—”

“Practicing,” James finishes. Sirius makes a puking noise which makes Harry gargle with joy. 

“See, your son agrees–disgusting.” 

James picks up Harry again and tickles his chubby belly with kisses, making his little legs kick wildly into the air. 

“Good thing you two are so grossly in love, otherwise I’d think you’d have killed each other already.”

~~~

The ground was so warm just that morning. Did he imagine it? Could it truly be the same floor?

The teacups glint amongst the rubble, even in shards they are still in the circular formation they had been used in. He suddenly has the urge to call for Hagrid to come back from the other room,“These didn’t fall, we drank them on the ground! We drank them all together just this morning!”

 Harry rustles in his arms, and he presses him closer, baby’s blood smearing into his jacket. The boy reaches up and tugs on his hair, his mother’s advice already forgotten. His eyes wide and green and alive.

“Dah Dah Dah Dah–” he coos, twisting to be free and join his dad at the stairwell. Even he knows it's an odd place for him to lay. They did everything on the ground these days, why not sleep? He looks so very asleep. 

“Shh, Harry, we can't see daddy,” his voice breaks and the tears fall faster than he can feel them. Back at school he used to call them the miracle couple–The miracle couple now with a miracle boy. 

Harry kicks his feet, but not out of joy caused by James’ kisses or Lily’s soft fingers. There's blood getting in his eyes.

“I’m here, buddy. It’s me... your uncle Sirius—remember?”

[glittercake]

For Samtember Day 3: 'Costume' @samsseptember

“How long’s this going to take? Let me speak to Ayo.”

On his end of the line, Sam snorts, then does a quick scan of the workshop to see which Wakandan saw him smiling at his boyfriend this time. Okoye had already drawn an incredibly immature picture of Sam and Bucky and pinned it to the notice board in the palace foyer.

“Ayo doesn’t want to speak to you,” Sam says. He rotates his arm along with the hologram. It beeps a few times and records his biceps measurement, then moves to his chest. “Besides, it’s nice here. I ain’t in a rush.”

Bucky groans. Sam laughs again. “Yeah, you’re not. I’m dying over here.”

“Because you gotta work with Torres? Grow up, Buck.”

“He’s alright. No, I’m—”

“Before you say that, remember you’re calling on Wakandan tech, and if Aneka calls me Captain Lovey Pants one more time, I’m breaking up with you.”

This time, instead of complaining, Bucky cackles. It goes on for a few seconds. And yeah, Sam’s smiling again, all to himself.

“Stop,” he says fondly, listens to Bucky laughing on the other end. So maybe he lied. Maybe he could rush a little to get home. Maybe he misses this idiot just a little. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if they tossed this new suit through a speed cycle and threw him on a jet back home tonight.

“If you laugh, Captain, your chest expands and corrupts the reading,” Lerato tells him when she restarts the measurement. Again.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” Sam holds still, bites back a laugh. “You’re getting me in trouble, man. I gotta go.”

“Yeah, alright. Gotta get started on my dinner for one, anyway.”

“You’ll be fine, baby. I’ll send an update later.”

“Later, sweetheart.”

“Cheers, Buck.”

“Finally. My ears can not stand another second of that.” Ayo has come to check on the suit’s progress and gives Sam a sideways look.

Sam sighs. “Of course you heard.”

“It’s custom here to give the new leaders as much grief as possible—this is looking good. Any requests? James sent a list, but it went missing. Strange, hm?” A smirk plays around her mouth.

Sam smiles. Bucky is still very much banned from Wakanda despite his letter of apology. “Yeah, if it’s anything like his shopping lists, that’s a good thing. Uh. Just one request, really.”

Ayo fiddles with the inputs and projections and slides a few specs around. “I can not turn Redwing into an actual bird, Samuel. We talked about this.”

“That’s what you claim, yeah, and I’m gonna keep asking, but no, not that.”

She gives him a suspicious look. Probably because whatever is upgradable on this suit has been upgraded, it even has an unimaginable amount of secret pockets and he won’t admit it out loud but he’s using those for lube and condoms and gum and there is nothing the Kingdom of Wakanda can do about it.

“Alright, the suit’s a little loose in the back. That’s all.”

“In the back? Samuweli, uthetha ngantoni?”

“You know. Part of this gig is the image. I gotta look good.” He motions vaguely to his ass. “This just needs to be a little… tighter.”

Ayo stares at him, then blinks. “That old man has got you good, doesn’t he?”

“Hey, I see how you look at Aneka. Yesterday she mentioned peaches and what did you do last night—” Ayo groans, rolls her eyes. “—no, tell me what you did last night!”

Her mouth twitches, but she schools her expression, points at him. “Wena. You are on thin ice.”

“You baked her a whole peach pie, that’s what. You feel me?”

“She likes pie,” Ayo says with a soft little sparkle behind her eyes, regarding Sam for a moment before returning to the monitors. “Fine. Tighter in the back.” She fiddles with two of the measurements on the suit hologram, then presses Enter.

Sam gives her his best grin when the machine circles down to his hips. “Thanks. I owe you.”

Ayo gathers her spear and clipboard. “We are hosting a few Ghanaian warriors tomorrow night. They would love to meet you. Wear the new suit.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I guess ‘Captain Lovey Pants’ has a whole new meaning now, eh?” Sam groans, and Ayo throws her head back and laughs and then some on her way out of the workshop.

The scanner zips into motion, and within seconds, the material tightens around his glutes, squeezing.

“Uh, Lerato! Ayo? Not this tight!”

“Hm,” Lerato says, titling her head and peeking around at Sam’s behind, smiles then shrugs. “I don’t see the problem, Captain. Didn’t you say it’s all about the image?”

“Ugh, I did.” Sam regrets everything. These folks are relentless.

“Well,” Lerato says, a sneaky, mischievous look in her eyes. “This is quite the image.”

[buckseb]

out of the woods

pairings — avenger!james (bucky) barnes x fem!human!avenger!reader

summary — in which, their relationship is a very complicated and rocky relationship that they both have to fight for. based on the song out of the woods by taylor swift!

word count — 7.7k.

warnings — lots of angst, lots of hints at winterwidow (but its not actually happening), also a lot of miscommunication, mentions of bucky's trauma, mentions of reader's past with old relationships, use of pet-names [doll, baby, babydoll, darling, sweetheart], reader calls bucky james a lot, cuddles, dancing, screaming fights, secret relationships, a lot of the avengers not being completely supportive of their relationship and being kind of judgemental, also big mentions of bucky's past and also past relationships and big hints at him kind of being a heartthrob / player / heartbreaker and like sleeping around etc., bucky's kind of an asshole, steve and natasha and wanda are probably the closest to the reader, steve's kind of hard on bucky but it's for a good reason, steve and wanda and natasha are hella overprotective of the reader, kisses, pining, jealousy, love confessions, tension!

notes — i'm back in my bucky obsession, so let's expect more!! also, this is the fastest i've EVER written a fic omg. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3

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THINKING BACK ON IT, NEITHER of them could say for sure how it first started.

they just knew that finding each other was the best thing to ever happen to either of them.

"looking at it now, it all seems so simple. we were lying on your couch. i remember."

the air is quiet with a calm and comfortable silence.

"do you think anything's going to change?" [y/n] asks quietly, not daring to look up at him.

she keeps her head leaning over his shoulder, becoming incredibly comfortable, but also feeling a little nervous of what his reply will be.

it takes him a moment before he answers her, "no, and even if they do, we'll figure it out."

[y/n] sighs, trying to keep the lingering, negative worries buried, as she moves the blanket to cover the both of them.

bucky chuckles, gently moving the fuzzy blanket off of his body and over to cover her whole, shivering body. "doll, you know my body's too warm for the blanket."

[y/n] sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes. "ugh, i hate how amazing your body is."

as soon as the words leave her lips, she groans and buries her face into his chest. "oh my god."

bucky smirks down at her.

she lifts her head up and squints her eyes in clear embarrassment. "i didn't mean it like that!"

bucky gives her a pointed look.

"i didn't!" she yells defensively.

she sighs. "you know i meant like how amazing your body is in the sense of healing and how you're always warm."

bucky chuckles, shaking his head. "sweetheart, i know. i'm just kidding."

"you better be." she mumbles, moving back to lie her head back on his chest and snuggling closer to him.

"you took a polaroid of us. then discovered (then discovered) the rest of the world was black and white. but we were screaming in color. and i remember thinking."

[y/n] giggles as he kisses her cheek, just as she takes the picture.

"bucky!" she yells, turning around to shove him, after she took the polaroid out of the camera and setting it down.

"what?"

"that picture is probably all blurry now!" she whines, turning back around to grab it on the side table.

she shakes it as he wraps his arms around her waist, both of them waiting to see what the picture will look like.

she giggles again as he buries his face into her neck, the scruff on his jaw tickling her.

he lifts his head up as the picture becomes much more clearer.

"huh." she murmurs, a soft smile forming on her lips as they both notice that the picture is perfect—no blurs, or anything like that.

"see? it's fine." he whispers, but since they're so close, she can hear it clearly.

she giggles as she turns around to face him, moving her hands up to his face, giggling once more at the feel of the facial hair that's grown on his face.

"fine. maybe it is." she says with playful glare.

he smiles genuinely, placing his own hands over hers, just appreciating the moment.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

with a silent gasp, [y/n] holds her breath and stands still, hiding behind the corner of the wall.

"what's going on between the two of you?" steve's voice speaks up again, judgement in his voice.

"what are you talking about?" bucky asks, trying to act dumb.

"come on, buck," steve says, giving him a pointed look. "it's clear that something's going on."

bucky shakes his head immediately, almost feeling and sounding defensive. "there's not anything going on."

[y/n]'s heart stops as she hears those words.

she wasn't expecting him to admit it, especially considering the fact that they've been keeping everything on the down low.

but, how could he sound so disgusted at the mere thought of them together?

with no more interest in hearing any more of that conversation, [y/n] angrily pushes herself away from the wall and marches up the stairs, up to her bedroom.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."

hearing her bedroom door open, [y/n] immediately turns away to hastily wipe away the tears staining her cheeks.

"doll? why are you—" bucky cuts himself off as he notices her red face and runny nose.

"are you crying?" he asks, shutting the door gently as he walks over to her.

"baby, what's wrong? talk to me." he murmurs as he sits down beside her, cupping her face gently.

[y/n] only scoffs, pulling away from him and getting up, wanting to get away from him.

"you have a lot of nerve, james!" she exclaims as she turns around, trying to ignore the sniffling sound coming from her nose.

bucky's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "sweetheart, what's going on? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

she scoffs again. "are you kidding me right now?"

he raises his hands up in the air, becoming frustrated.

realizing that he's probably never going to get it until she spells it out, she spits it out with disdain, "how was your talk with steve, huh? you have anything you wanna tell me?"

his eyes fill with realization.

bucky opens his mouth to say something — anything — to explain, before she can come up with too many assumptions.

she holds up her finger, trying to shut him up. "what are we even doing, james?"

he falls short at her words.

"if nothing is going on, then why are we even doing any of this?" she questions, pointing between the both of them to emphasize.

"doll, it's not like that. it's not like that at all, i swear."

he walks over to her, and for some reason, she lets him place his hands over her shoulders.

"i only said that to protect you — to protect us." he explains, sighing when she rolls her eyes at him in disbelief.

"from what, james? what could me or we need protecting from?" she exclaims, tears filling her eyes.

she can't stop the hurt feelings she feels deep in her heart from what he had said to steve.

"baby..." he trails off, hating to see her hurting from this misunderstanding.

"what? what could you possibly say that could make this better?" she exclaims again.

he sighs, shutting his eyes for a straight second. "i wanted to protect our relationship from all of the judgement and the questions!" he suddenly yells, causing her to jump in surprise.

he flinches, trying to ignore what his yelling has caused her.

"look," he says, much more softly this time. "i know this is all still very new to us. and i want to protect us and this relationship before we announce it — we need to figure out what it is before we do that."

she's quiet, tears spilling as guilt fills her for overreacting.

before she can quite apologize or defend herself, bucky can practically read her mind.

"don't worry about it. it's okay." he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her.

she sighs shakily as she whispers, "i'm sorry."

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

she can't breathe.

she can't breathe at all as she sees it.

the scene playing out in front of her — in front of everyone too — makes her sick to her stomach.

she swears she hears her own heart shatter into a million different pieces.

despite the tears blinding her vision, she doesn't hesitate as she says, "excuse me, guys. i have to go." and turns around to walk back up to her room.

how could he do this to her?

flirting with her best friend? did she mean nothing to him?

as soon as she's in her room, she slams the door shut and locks it.

and with that, she slides down the door and finally lets everything out with her hands covering her face.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good. (are we out of the woods?)"

she'd been avoiding bucky ever since she saw that exchange between him and natasha in the kitchen.

they'd all been drinking and even if [y/n] didn't know it, it wasn't anything more than two friends joking around with each other.

but, even though she was great at dodging and avoiding bucky, one morning, after a particularly exhausting training session with steve, he was able to find and catch her before she could quite run away from him.

she grimaces when he grabs her wrist to prevent her from going any farther away from him.

"[y/n]." he calls, his voice filled with anguish.

"what?" she whispers, trying to ignore the tears that have already spilled down to her cheeks.

she doesn't turn around. not yet.

"doll, what's going on? why won't you speak to me and why have you been avoiding me?" he asks, his voice barely even a whisper.

"did i do something wrong?" he asks again, this time his voice small.

but, [y/n] forces herself not to dwell on it.

instead, she whips around, ripping her hand out of his gentle grip and pointing a finger at his chest. "you have a lot of nerve, you know that, james?" she exclaims, finally having had enough.

everyone around them watches cautiously, before steve nods for them to follow him out of the room.

they do.

and bucky and [y/n] don't speak until the room is quiet and empty.

"what are you talking about?" he asks again, only becoming more and more confused.

she scoffs. "are you that clueless, bucky?" she asks, shaking her head.

how could he not even know what he did?

when he doesn't answer once again, she rolls her eyes, suddenly sick of this heartache that's quickly been happening for her — for the both of them. "i'm sick of this, james. if you wanted to be with nat, you should've just told me and ended this before one of us got hurt."

bucky only becomes more confused. "natasha? what the hell does she have to do with this?"

"oh my god," she mutters, only becoming more and more irritated.

"bucky, i saw you with her the other night, okay? along with everyone else."

his face fills with realization as she continues, "i don't know what you were doing. maybe... you were trying to get everyone off of our backs. or maybe you just couldn't find a way to let me down gently."

tears fill his eyes at the thought of her thinking that he doesn't want to be with her or that there's something going on between him and her best friend.

"baby, i'm not interested in natasha." he simply states, hoping that he can fix this before he causes any more damage.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together, creating a crease in between them, and bucky wants so badly to fix it.

"then... why were you flirting with her?" she asks meekly, not quite sure what she's supposed to believe anymore.

he chuckles, running his hands through his hair. "we were just laughing and talking — we were drunk, but nothing like what you're thinking of happened."

she stops short, her heart stopping. "so, nothing really happened?"

"nothing happened." he confirms and she deflates.

tears fill her eyes as she glances down at the floor in clear embarrassment and regret. "oh, god. i'm an idiot."

he laughs, walking over to her to cup her face in his hands. "no, you're not. you're just scared. just like me. right?"

she wordlessly nods, still emotional and embarrassed.

he simply nods and pulls her into his side, hugging her with her arms wrapped around his torso and his chin resting on the top of her head.

"looking at it now. last december. (last december). we were built to fall apart. then fall back together. (back together)."

the screaming match happening in the middle of the living room has gotten so bad that the rest of the team has gone out for dinner.

what is this about, you ask?

well, in a way the cat's out of the bag.

you see, most of the team, including tony and natasha, walked into the kitchen, catching bucky and [y/n] sharing a few stolen kisses.

they'd finally found out about their relationship. and most of them were just shocked.

but, a few others were pretty judgmental and critical about it, like tony.

and thus, leading them to the fight that's happening right now.

"i don't get what the hell you wanted me to do!" bucky yells, raising his hands up in the air.

"oh my god. you can't be serious right now!" she yells back, shaking her head at him in disbelief.

"i am! what the fuck were you expecting?! i was trying to protect us." he screams, becoming too heated, which only sets [y/n] off more.

"first of all, i wanted you to defend me! maybe defend our relationship when tony insulted me and our relationship! and secondly, you weren't protecting us! you were just protecting yourself — just like before!"

he rolls his eyes and scoffs. "why are you always turning this into something it's not?! i've been trying to protect our relationship since the beginning!"

"oh really? because it sure as hell doesn't seem like it!" she yells, her tears finally falling.

"you know what? i'm done!" she exclaims, taking a deep breath as she turns to one of the couches to grab her things.

"this was just a big mistake. and i can't fucking take it anymore." she mutters, but bucky hears it perfectly.

panic fills him, just as much as the guilt fills him.

"wait, sweetheart. don't go." he calls out, walking up to her as she starts to walk over to the door that leads to the exit.

"why?" she whips around to face him, her face red from the screaming and crying and her voice is croaky from said-screaming.

"why, james? all this has caused is pain," she mutters now, looking away from him. "we've had more pain and drama than we've had any good moments or happiness."

his face softens. "doll, that's not true. and you know it."

"look," he murmurs, grabbing her chin with his forefinger and turning her face, so that she's looking at him. "i'm sorry for the yelling. and for not defending you — i was just stressed. but, that's no excuse."

"please, just give us a chance. i promise it'll be worth it."

[y/n] sighs quietly, thinking for a moment.

after a few minutes, she can't help but agree. "okay. one more try."

he smiles, before pulling her into his arms and chest, hoping for something better for them.

[y/n], however, hugs him back with a stressed and worried glint in her eyes. is all of this pain really worth it?

"ooh, your necklace hanging from my neck. the night we couldn't forget. when we decided, we decided. to move the furniture so we could dance. baby, like we stood a chance. two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying. and i remember thinking."

bucky can't help the fond smile that forms on his lips as he admires the way his dog tags hang around his girl's neck.

even without makeup and wearing one of his henley's and her own comfy pajama pants with a messy bun, he still thought she looked absolutely jaw-droppingly beautiful.

something was shifting between them and he knew in this exact moment.

but suddenly, he's shaken out of his daze when she suddenly pushes the furniture away from the floor, along with some of the tables.

"babydoll, what are you doing with that?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, his body growing warm at the excited smile and the giggles that leave her lips.

"we're going to dance, silly!" she says, as if it's completely obvious.

"whoa, whoa," he says as she walks over to him excitedly and he lifts his hands up in the air, to motion for her to stop her actions.

"i don't dance. and also, there's no music." he tries to reason with her, but she simply rolls her eyes at him and grabs his hands and pulls him towards her in the middle of the floor.

"yeah, right. steve's told me stories about how you'd take all of your hookups dancing! and there doesn't need to be music!"

bucky chuckles, moving closer to her.

he puts his hands on her hips and hers around his neck, him unknowingly and unconsciously already starting to dance with her.

"we both know that you're more than just a hookup. so, i guess you're worth my terrible and lack of dancing." he says teasingly, waggling his eyebrows at her.

she laughs, unclasping her hands and pulling them away from his neck to cover up her flaming, blushing face and hide it from him.

he smiles, slowly pulling them away to see her face. "darling, i want to say you're gorgeous face."

she flushes even more. "it's not! you're just saying that."

his face changes into something serious. "yeah, i am just saying that because it's true."

she groans and rolls her eyes as she places her hands back around his neck.

"fine! you win," she mumbles, but she then says quickly and defensively, "just this one time!" when he smirks in victory.

and true to his word, bucky doesn't dance very gracefully.

but, considering the stories she's heard about him in the forties — back before all of that super soldier and nazi stuff happened — she chooses to believe that he only danced clumsily and silly to make her laugh.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

she tries to ignore both the concerned and judgey looks her friends keep giving her.

she'd just told natasha and wanda the truth about her relationship with bucky.

and to say they haven't been completely supportive is a big understatement — it's not that they're bad friends and could care less, it's more about the fact that bucky's been known to break hearts and they worry that their friend will be caught in the crossfire.

"what?" she asks, her voice coming out small.

"are you sure you want to do this with him?" natasha asks, raising a single brow at her in question.

wanda nods in agreement. "yeah. are you absolutely sure that you wanna get into a relationship with him?"

[y/n] scoffs in disbelief. "are you kidding me right now?" she asks, seeing the confused looks they share as they look at each other.

"we just mean that he's not exactly known as a commitment type-of-guy." wanda says hesitantly.

natasha nods. "it's true — he's broken a lot of women's hearts."

"wow," [y/n] mutters in further disbelief. "neither of you have any right to judge. we've all done things we regret! and let's not forget all of the hearts you guys broke!" she exclaims in a whisper as she suddenly gets up from her seat at the kitchen's counter table and marches up the stairs to her bedroom.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet, good."

bucky knocks on the door gently.

he hears quiet sniffles and then a shaky voice say, "come in."

he tries to mentally prepare himself for what drama could be on the other side of the door — he doesn't mean this as an insult, it's just that so many people have been causing them and their new and blossoming relationship extremely complicated for them.

as he opens the door, his face falls at the upset and red face of his girlfriend's.

shutting the door softly, he walks over to her.

it's quiet as he crawls over to the other side of the bed and pulls her into his arms.

"why don't they support us?" she cries, her feelings being a little too hurt from the conversation that she had with her best friends.

he sighs, holding her tight, with his chin over her head.

"i don't know." he says, really not knowing either.

"it's going to be alright, okay?" he murmurs as she buries her face into his chest, crying even harder.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

"buck, i'm not sure this is a good idea." steve states from the couch, nodding towards [y/n], who's standing alone in the kitchen; she's numbly opening a water bottle as her eyes catch the scene of wanda and natasha talking and laughing on the far side of the kitchen.

bucky sighs, his gaze softening, before he turns back to face his best friend.

"what are you trying to tell me, steve?" he asks, giving him a tense — but pointed — stare.

"no offense, but you can't ignore the way you are with women," he briefly expains, continuing on when bucky stares at him silently, daring him to go on, "you can't commit to her, buck!" he whisper-yells, not wanting to catch anyone's attention with their conversation.

bucky scoffs, shaking his head at his best friend's judgement. aren't your friends supposed to not judge you?

"i'm sorry, bucky," he says, stepping up to stand with him. "i'm not trying to gang up on you — i'm just worried about both of you. and i don't want [y/n] to get caught in the middle of it, with her heart broken."

bucky scoffs again and walks away.

"buck!" steve calls, feeling bad for the way he approached this situation.

"no!" he yells, cutting any other words he could say off and catching the attention of everyone else.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good. (are we out of the woods?)"

"hey..." [y/n] murmurs softly, walking over to the open hall that leads to the living room and kitchen.

bucky sighs, that anger still bubbling inside of him.

"it's okay, james." she murmurs softly, moving to gently touch his flesh arm and rubbing it comfortingly.

bucky groans, some of that anger dimming down a little bit.

but then, he remembers the conversation between him and steve and that anger comes right back.

he clenches his jaw, staring at the wall behind her.

she notices this again.

"hey, look at me." she murmurs softly, now cupping his face.

he sighs and looks at her this time.

"what did he say?" she asks, bringing one of her hands up and into his hair, in order to calm him even more.

he doesn't answer her.

although, he asks her a different question, "do you think that i've hurt every woman i've come into contact with?"

[y/n]'s puzzled now, her eyebrows knitting together as she tilts her head in confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"do you think i'll hurt you?" he asks, his voice wavering in unexpected emotions.

"what? james, of course not. why are you asking me this?" she asks seriously, grabbing one of his hands from across his chest to hold it carefully — the metal one.

he tries to ignore the dread and worry filling him at her holding his metal hand.

"so, you're not worried?" he asks again.

"i mean, i'm scared. but that's because of my own issues. it's not because of you — i know you would never purposely hurt me." she says truthfully, moving her other hand to cup his face, smiling softly at the ticklish feeling of the growing scruff on his jaw.

"you promise?" he asks, tears filling his eyes.

"hey," she says, stepping even closer to him and this time, placing both of her hands over his cheeks. "it's okay. i promise."

"remember when you hit the brakes too soon? twenty stitches in a hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did too. but when the sun came up, i was looking at you."

it all happened too fast.

since [y/n] and bucky have been inseparable — especially with their friends seeing that nothing could tear them apart now — tony and steve decided to pair them up in a simple mission.

all they needed to do was go to a recently revealed hydra base and get some files.

but, the plan didn't go right. in fact, it all went terribly wrong.

[y/n] was supposed to go into one of the rooms to copy their files off of one of the computers with the thumb drive she brought with them, while bucky stood and watched guard.

but, things just went horribly wrong when something drew him away from the door of the room she was in — he thought it would only be a second, just to make sure he could be on top of any sudden attacks.

but, turns out, it was quite a few hydra soldiers trying to distract him.

and before he knew it, by the time he made it back — after finally getting the upper hand on the enemy agents and knocking them out — he came back only to see the door of the room slightly ajar and everything too quiet.

panic filled him as he walked into the room, lightly pushing the door open.

his jaw dropped when he saw another agent standing over a weak [y/n] lying on the floor, who was holding her abdomen in clear pain.

shaky gasps left her lips as she kept pushing herself further and further away from the smirking man before her.

but, before he could even take a step further to cause her even more pain, bucky didn't hesitate; he stepped closer and faster and quickly drew out his gun and knocked him out on the back of the head.

a shocked and pained groan left his mouth, before his body dropped to the ground.

and with that, he had ran over to [y/n] to help her up, panicking much more as he had finally realized what happened.

now as she lies unconscious, bucky continues to let the racing thoughts consume his entire being.

he holds her hands in his own, his chair scooted to reach her bedside and his head leant over their connected hands.

a sharp intake of breath and a pained groan draws his attention away from his intrusive thoughts.

he snaps his head up, his eyes filling with tears.

"james? what's... what's going on? what happened?" she croaks out, trying to clear her throat of the dryness.

"baby... you were shot." he murmurs, his voice wavering in worry.

"but... did we get the files?" she asks, only one thing on her mind.

he laughs. "doll, you got shot and you're more concerned about the mission?"

she shrugs. "i just don't want to disappoint anyone."

"you're not." he says honestly, holding her hands tighter.

after a few moments of silence, bucky dips his head down to take a deep breath.

"i really thought i was going to lose you, back there." he mutters, tears spilling.

"james..." she says, sitting up so that she can grab his chin and lift it up gently.

"it's okay." she whispers, wiping away the tears.

"it's not." he says, crying for the first time since she woke up.

"i know." she murmurs, smiling softly at him. "but, i'm okay."

he sighs and nods.

"remember when we couldn't take the heat? i walked out, i said 'i'm setting you free'. but the monsters turned out to be just trees. when the sun came up you were looking at me."

she couldn't believe what was happening right now — she's couldn't believe what she was hearing.

how could he do this to her? now? after everything they've been through?

"are... are you serious right now?" she asks, barely even a whisper.

tears fill her eyes over him refusing to look her in the eyes.

"tell me you're not serious!" she exclaims, suddenly standing up.

he stays silent.

"no." she says to herself, in denial and refusing to believe any of this.

he finally turns to her, his face cold and unfamiliar to her. "yes, i'm serious. i can't do this anymore."

she gapes at him, the tears filling her eyes — she's absolutely speechless.

but, when he turns around and starts to walk over to her bedroom door — to walk out — she springs into action.

"no! don't walk away — don't walk away from us!" she yells, racing over to him to grab his flesh wrist and stopping him from walking any further.

although, she knows that he can easily leave and escape her shaking hand — being a strong super soldier, and all.

he scoffs, turning to face her a cold look in his eyes — she couldn't recognize the man standing in front of her.

"i am walking away. it's for the better," he mumbles, before saying his next choice of words, clearer as ever, "we. are. done."

he walks out and as he slams the door shut, [y/n] can only cry and sob with heaving breaths as she falls to the ground — she can't believe he's done this.

maybe everyone was right about them — about him — this entire time.

"you were looking at me, oh. you were looking at me. (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods?)"

she was miserable.

and so was he — he was just better at hiding it.

[y/n]'s quiet at game night.

everyone's crowded in the living room and the room is filled with loud chatter.

bucky's talking with steve animatedly, as if they never argued about [y/n] before.

seeing this, [y/n] ignores the blinding tears that are pricking at her eyes and turns away from everyone else.

she tries to make it through the rest of the night, but she can't.

she's abrupt as she gets up from the couch, from being smushed in between natasha and wanda.

she doesn't say anything in excuse from her actions.

instead, she starts walking down the hall to her bedroom, the tears finally falling freely.

"i remember. (are we in the clear yet?) (are we in the clear yet?) oh, i remember."

it's quiet for a moment as everyone watches the empty hall — the one that [y/n] had just walked through.

then, natasha stands up and walks over to bucky with a look of pure anger on her face.

loud gasps and yells sound in the room as the black widow slaps him hard on the face.

bucky is shocked, but also not.

steve stands up to hold natasha back. "alright, nat. calm down."

she scoffs. "why should i? he's the one that broke her heart!" she yells, still very much angry and protective over her best friend.

everyone else watches with shocked faces, except for wanda, natasha, steve, and bucky.

wanda watches in silent anger — she feels just as angry and protective, she's just more calm and quiet about it.

natasha is still just as angry as she glares at bucky.

steve is both bewildered, but not shocked at all.

and bucky? well, he's just filled with so much guilt.

"look, i know you guys will never understand," he starts, his eyes cast on the ground. "but, i did to protect her."

wanda scoffs. "to protect her? by hurting her? what the hell is wrong with you, barnes?!" she exclaims, jumping up from her seat and having just about enough of this, to just stay quiet.

he sighs. "you don't get it." he mutters, already giving up.

besides, why should he try to convince them that it's not what they think, if they're already assuming the worst of him?

"then explain it, man!" steve suddenly says, shocking everyone in the room — steve's always been in bucky's corner.

but, what can he say? [y/n]'s always been his soft spot — she's like a sister to him and he'd do just about anything to protect her, even if it's from his best friend.

"i'm trying to protect her from me!" he yells suddenly, millions of different wild emotions crossing his face.

"buck, what do you mean?" steve asks, slowly walking over to him, upon seeing the exhausted and pained look on his face.

"i'm bad for her, alright? you guys were right," he says tightly, motioning to natasha and wanda. "i am a piece of shit when it comes to committing to women. and ever since steve and i talked, i couldn't get it out of my head — i knew deep down that i was only going to hurt her and i couldn't do it anymore."

"but, don't you care about her? don't you remember those good moments with her?" steve asks quietly and gently.

"it doesn't matter. the best thing i can do for her is walk away." he says, rolling his eyes at all of their reactions.

"why are you guys fucking shocked like this? you all have been unsupportive from the very beginning!" he yells, throwing his hands up in the air.

before anyone else can say anything to convince him otherwise, he pushes past them and walks to his own bedroom.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."

weeks have gone past, but for [y/n], it felt like so much longer.

things have only gotten worse for her — the heartache of bucky walking out on her and their relationship has really taken a toll on her.

even as the red-headed ex-assassin talks to her, it all goes over her head.

natasha's voice feels muffled and far away as she feels completely haunted by the memories of bucky.

a shake to her shoulder brings her out of her daze. "[y/n]!"

"huh? what?" she asks, her voice blank.

natasha gives her a pointed look. "i'm serious. you need to talk to bucky."

she scoffs at hearing these words. "why? he's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't give a shit about me." she mutters, pushing back the tears.

the red head shakes her head. "i'm serious. i think he might be just as miserable as you are." she says, trying to persuade her best friend.

[y/n] glares at her. "why do you even care? you've been against us from the very beginning!"

natasha simply shrugs. "well, now i'm not."

[y/n] rolls her eyes. "how is that even possible?"

"because i've seen the change." she briefly explains.

[y/n] refuses to let those words change anything for her. even if her heart flutters at the thought of him changing himself or his mind.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

another party. great. another event i have to pretend like i'm not completely miserable.

[y/n] couldn't help the bitter thought in her head.

but, it seemed that things were only going to get worse.

one minute, she was talking excitedly with wanda and natasha.

and the next? she's feeling her entire body freeze up with her heart stopping as she watches something happen that she should've been expecting to happen soon enough.

how could she expect him to not move on so fast, when it was so easy for him to leave their relationship?

[y/n] gulps, trying to blink away the tears as she watches some mysterious, gorgeous woman leaning into bucky's personal space with a big smile on her face.

as if sensing her eyes on them, both of them turn to look over at her; the mystery woman with confusion and curiosity, and bucky with guilt and something else she can't decipher.

she shakes her head, walking away — away from the man that shattered her heart and her two, confused best friends.

"are we in the clear yet? (yeah). are we in the clear yet? (yeah). are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."

she wishes she could actually kill herself just about right now.

how did she have the bad luck, to run into him in the kitchen? let alone with just them by themselves?

she's been able to avoid him whenever they've been surrounded by their friends, but this is the first time since their big breakup fight that they're really alone with each other.

"sweetheart—" he starts to say, but she cuts him off, holding a hand up.

—"don't worry about it. we broke up — it was messy — but i don't want to talk about it, okay? i just want to move on."

although her words come out as a lie, bucky believes it and it just about kills him.

he swallows his pride and every urge that he has that makes him want to come crawling back to her and get her back. "i just wanted to, uh, apologize for everything — i want to move on as well."

half of her was expecting that he was going to prove what natasha had said about him, but let's just say, she's extremely let down.

she fakes a smile, nodding. "right."

"yeah, exactly."

they both lie through their teeth.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

everyone watches the two as they talk quietly.

but, despite the fact that they are on talking terms, everyone can see that it's not the same.

"this is weird." sam whispers to steve, watching them with an amused look on his face.

steve sighs, frowning. "yeah. it is."

natasha turns to face them, blocking their view of bucky and [y/n]. "i thought he was going to get her back!" she whispers as she glares at them.

steve sighs, sharing a look with sam.

"well, he was," steve says, before sam finishes for him, "but then, she was talking about moving on and it really just ruined everything."

"man, she has no idea how whipped he is for her." sam mutters, steve nodding along in agreement.

wanda chimes in, frowning, "this is so painful to watch."

she nods to them, all of them quickly taking notice of how when one of them looks away from the other, they give the other a longing, sad look.

with that, wanda groans quietly, before getting up and walking away.

despite the both of them acting all content, both bucky and [y/n] are hurting deeply on the inside.

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."

things had shifted recently — between [y/n] and bucky.

everyone could see it. just... not them.

things were still tense and they both were still hurting, but it was sort of bearable now.

"how do they not know? seriously!" kate murmurs, watching the pair giggling and discussing a book they have in common in disbelief.

peter — just as appalled — nods and points to kate, whole heartedly agreeing.

tony raises his eyebrows in shock. "i have no idea."

the rest of the group continues to watch confusedly as the pair become even more cute, if that's even possible.

a lot of them, like tony, yelena, clint, and some other watch in disgust, while some others watch in fondness.

"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"

bucky watches intensely, jaw clenching and his baby blue eyes turning cold.

he shouldn't have expected them to get back to their old selves, especially after what he put her through.

but, watching pietro and [y/n] practically flirting right before his eyes, it completely shatters his heart.

he thought walking out on her to protect her was the worst thing he ever had to do.

but no. seeing her with someone else — right in front of him — that's so much worse.

"for christ's sake! barnes, go over there and get your girl!" tony complains, rolling his eyes.

bucky doesn't move his eyes off of the woman in the room.

he hears her laugh at pietro, and it kills him.

"i can't. she doesn't want me back." the words are hard to say, but he says them.

"that's a load of bullshit, barnes," natasha says, rolling her eyes when he turns to her in disbelief. "anyone with eyes here can see that she's completely in love with you."

bucky sighs, turning back to look at her again. "no. she's not."

"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."

things were intense between bucky and [y/n], to say the least.

especially, after natasha marched over to her and pietro and pulled her to the side, and spilled how heartbroken and longing bucky was over her.

it must've been hours after that.

she left pietro to hang out with the rest of her friends, while she spent most of her time in her dark and quiet bedroom.

no matter what she tried to do — to distract herself — she just couldn't stop thinking about him.

knowing that he thought that she was moving on — that he thought that she didn't want him back anymore — it kept her up, all night.

even when everyone was asleep, she couldn't sleep.

so, instead, she walks out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen.

taking in a deep, shaky breath, she walks over to kitchen sink, trying her best to find a cup and the knob for the sink in the darkness.

although, before she can get her water, the kitchen light flicks on, flooding the room with brightness.

she whips around, only to find herself face-to-face with bucky.

"why are you up so early, doll?" he asks, trying to ignore how her eyes linger on his bare chest.

she looks away. "couldn't sleep."

when she looks back at him, and notices that longing gaze in his pretty blue eyes, she blurts it out, "i'm still in love with you."

he stops breathing for a split second. "what?" he utters in a mere whisper.

she takes in a deep breath, hoping to god that this is the right decision. "i... i can't keep this in any longer, james," she says as she puts her cup down on the counter and walks a little closer to him.

"i've been hiding this for so long. even in the beginning of our relationship, i knew that things had changed between us — and for the better. i knew exactly what i felt for you and it killed me when you walked out on me." she tries to say, her voice breaking as she recalls their messy breakup.

"sweetheart, i'm so sorry about that. i didn't mean—" he starts to apologize, but she cuts him off with a gentle voice, —"james, it's okay. i forgive you."

"how can you? i hurt you — exactly in the way that i hoped i wouldn't, like everyone was telling all of us." he interrupts her once more, the guilt absolutely consuming him.

she laughs, taking another step closer to him.

"because... i love you. i think i have from the moment we met." she says, tears in her eyes and giving him a happy smile.

"you saved me, bucky. i never thought i would find love again, but you showed me that i can."

he gulps nervously as she finally gets as close to him as she can.

"james, i'm so in love with you i can't breathe without you. and i can't be with anyone — not pietro, no one — unless it's you." she says, laughing with happiness as she cups his face in her hands.

his face fills with an insane amount of relief and shock. "are you serious? you're not messing with me?"

she shakes her head, now wrapping her hands around his neck, while his find their way to her hips.

"it's true, james. i love you — only you." she says with so much love in her voice, leaning her forehead over his.

he laughs, feeling both relief and the biggest amount of happiness and love he's ever felt before.

"i love you too, doll," he murmurs, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her body to pull her closer to him. "i could never stop loving you."

she smiles. "you promise?"

he nods, before his eyes glance down at her lips, hers following quickly after him.

they're both fighting the urge to take things too fast, so fast.

but, with her missing him so badly, she lets herself lose control.

"bucky?" she whispers breathlessly.

"yeah?" he asks, his voice raspy.

"would you kiss me already?" she asks, laughing when he nods with no hesitation.

without another second wasted, he connects their lips and pours everything into that kiss — her doing the same.

maybe even after all that drama and heartache, they made it — they found their way back to each other.

bucky pulls away — far too soon. "i am never leaving you again." he promises, holding her head in his hands.

she scoffs. "you better not."

"never again." he swears, pulling her back in, to appreciate that he has her back in his life and in his arms.

she giggles in excitement as he pulls away and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up into the air and spinning them around.

her arms wrap around his neck as her legs lift up into the air as he continues to spin them around.

"god, i love you." bucky murmurs, moving his head to kiss the side of her head when he sets her back down.

"i love you too, james buchanan barnes." she says with brutal honesty.

[clare-with-no-i]

theogony part 1 behind the scenes

**SPOILERS ahead for theogony and mild spoilers for Outlander!**

this is just going to be a long infodump of all of the things I pondered while writing theog (specifically part 1, part 2 will come later) but never talked about! I'll try to go chapter by chapter, and maybe I'll end up adding more later on, but for now I just think it'd be fun to chitchat and reminisce on some of my favorite tidbits. this story is really my baby idk :")

Prologue - Alalá

one thing that I wanted to establish in the prologue, other than the obvious James-Sirius dynamic, is the presence of otherworldly or spiritual premonitions in this universe. it was always important to me that the first person who actually made any sort of prophetic declaration was James.

so much of the story relies on Lily's status as an oracle, but this little tidbit here helped build the world for me so much; we can't be sure if James's various dreams and premonitions are wishful thinking, or really the Gods speaking to him, or something else entirely. of course, this story deals with time travel, so there's an inherent supernatural element. but Lily and James's conflicting – and sometimes competing – conceptions of God felt like such a necessary tension for me to explore. it was such an incredible shorthand for the tension between modern and ancient sensibilities. and we never get a definitive answer to those looming questions, which I knew I wanted to do from the outset. did the Gods bring Lily back to the past? did James? did she do it herself? does God/the Gods even exist?

also: there are probably moments where I failed to do this, but I tried to capitalize Gods in all of the James chapters but not in Lily's, unless she was referring to the Abrahamic Capital G God. that is, until the last chapter, which I'll elaborate upon later :)

also: i wrote the prologue first, then the epilogue, and then i posted the prologue pretty immediately after. I had the entire story roughly outlined but I absolutely jumped the gun when it came to posting the prologue LMAO I didn't even really announce the story, I just joked about writing it and then posted the prologue, which you can see from the beginning note. i remember Suze was about to go to sleep and she started messaging me like wtf Clare what do you MEAN?

and the rest was history (pun completely intended)!

Chapter One: Ouroboros

the narrative brushes past the other statues in this section pretty quickly, but I always imagined that the first bust is Philoctetes, James's father. I think the consensus on this one tends to oscillate between Philoctetes and Aristides, which is another great interpretation.

The reason I wrote it this way and imagined it to be Philoctetes is because I thought it would have been nice to let Lily 'meet' James's father (in a sense), even before she 'meets' him. when I read this chapter back after I first finished the story, I had a very soft moment where I close-read my own fic (lol) and thought that maybe it was Philoctetes who sent Lily back to the past. maybe he sensed something about her and knew she'd be right for James and for antiquity.

sooo many people forgot about this! which i was hoping for!!!!! I was hoping everyone would forget about James's statue holding something until the Big Reveal. fun fact is I wrote the reveal right after this. I liked the idea that, no, he was never going to actually be holding anything. he'd be reaching for Lily. the choice to accept his hand was always going to be hers.

a fun fact about this chapter is that I had to pull from a bit more Outlander lore than I originally thought. and no I don't mean the 'Jesus H Roosevelt Christ' part lol. It was always hilarious to me how Outlander set up Claire to be the objectively perfect person to go back in time. she was a combat nurse who happened to develop an interest in medicinal botany and Scottish-English history. she also happened to spend her formative years with her adventurous archaeologist uncle after her only living relatives died. like girl. lol.

so I had to really toss up which traits I thought it would be appropriate for Lily to have as she traveled back in time. the biggest one, obviously, is her field of study, which was necessary given the language barrier and the completely foreign nature of social norms in Classical Athens. I toyed around with the idea of making her mum a nurse so as to give her some base medical knowledge, but that felt a) unnecessary given the circumstances of the story, and b) far-fetched that she would have gleaned enough transferable skills to apply in 479 BCE.

it was also fun to give her more reason to go back to the future; she has a sister who, while they aren't in contact, is a significant emotional attachment; she has academic goals; she has a best friend (however toxic we know him to be). it added a layer of conflict that I enjoyed playing up, even if I definitely could have explored her modern life more fully.

Chapter Two: Kinesis

soooo much exposition and worldbuilding in this chapter. oml. it was so much fun to play around with the reasons why James would be in Tatoi in the first place; I can't remember quite how I landed on the Persian auxiliary soldier thing, it might have been from my initial (admittedly extensive) research on the months leading up to Plataea; it may have just been the fact that I KID YOU NOT this story used to take up all of my fucking brainspace. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'd be doing work for my research fellowship and just daydream about theogony. the initial idea came to me AS A JOKE!!!!! when i was idly pondering before going to sleep (as one does), and then it just wouldn't leave me alone. i kept imagining what it might look like. I thought about how the time travel might work. I thought about James's Greek equivalent. I ranted to my sister and her dog (he did not care) about what the statue might look like and mean (sorry bestie love u).

one narrative decision that has given me a bit of strife was the Dimitrios-James name change. I've had a number of people ask me if I'd ever try to pubilsh theog – and this is one of the (many) reasons why that would be pretty categorically impossible. using James's English name in his internal narration, instead of the name I give him as a Greek man, is something that only translates to fic. it makes pretty much no sense at all if you consider these original characters lol.

honestly putting the word 'practicum' in here caused me SO much pain. in James's chapters I tried really hard to use words which had Greek roots and not Latin roots, even if they're in modern English today. in most of his chapters, I'd try and find synonyms for big/complex words so I could use ones that came from Greek. it just helped me stick to his narrative voice a bit more.

I forgot how much STUFF went on in this chapter. oh my god SO much happens?? we get the lack of the Parthenon as the time marker (felt very clever doing that), Lily processing the fact that she's time traveled (lazy writing on my part to not have this happen in a Lily POV chapter but I'll take that on the chin), the Plataea reveal. OML. tired just thinking about it. lily sweetie i am so sorry

guys, the amount of time I spent wondering if I should Greek-ify Sirius's name is insane. For so long I thought about making him Seirios, which is the original Greek version of Sirius. But I felt like I had already messed with their names too much, and so I left it. but honestly I'm still torn. looking back, maybe it would have been the right move to make him Seirios and have Lily give him the name Sirius, but I guess we'll never know!

one of my favorite Sirius moments, and something that, essentially, sets up the rest of the story. but I wanted there to be a little ambiguity throughout the story about how much of this Sirius actually believes.

we know that James has just confessed to Sirius and Pétros that he was hoping they'd desert the Athenian army. we know that he thinks he's going to die, and he's adopted this sort of fatalist view of his future. and then here you have Sirius, who could never abide such a thing, pretty much leaning into the idea that Lily can tell the future – which would allow him to challenge James's prediction. I always wanted to leave it up to interpretation, and I know it comes up in later chapters (at the komos especially), Sirius's skepticism about Lily's origins. but it's such a fun question to ask: does he really believe that she's the Oracle that James prayed for, or does he just need that to be true so he can try and influence the future himself?

Chapter Three: Peribolos

omg. lol. the chapter three opening academic argument scene. this is a favorite of mine, and something I had so much fun writing. it's actually based on an argument/"spirited discussion" I had with my dad a few years ago about moral absolutism versus moral relativism which forced me to interrogate and expand my knowledge on the subject. I thought it was such a fun way to get into Lily's politics and her character without doing crazy exposition in the ancient world.

it also touches upon one of the touchstone themes of the story: that to study something is, in a way, to detach yourself from it. academia is routintely completely disconnected from its subject matter, and it creates this weird disdain for lived experience versus book knowledge. Lily has spent upwards of ten years studying (in some capacity) the ancient world, but she is so utterly out of her depth when she experiences it herself. as such, she espouses these very revolutionary politics when examining historical conflicts, but she has a blindness to what the real-world realities may have been for the people living in those conditions at the time.

alsooooo, The Return of Martin Guerre is one of my favorite books I read in college, and the easter egg here is that it's about a person of dubious origin entering a community and the politics of how the community might accept or reject them. ha ha!

^^based on something I said in an argument with a Poli Sci major in college and I have to say one of my better moments. was an absolute haymaker. this was very 'author gives main character a zinger' of me and I will not be ashamed of it

this! ladies and gentlemen! this was basically a declaration of love!!!! to be loved is to be remembered!!!

in a very romantic way, the study of history can be such an act of love to those who lived before us. i just adore the idea that, even before Lily developed real romantic feelings for James, she had this itching sort of feeling; AKA, when someone has made such an impression on you, and you know (or in her case, you think) that you'll be leaving them at some point, and you just want to be interesting enough, be impressive enough, that they remember you, that they think of you randomly as time goes on. that is such a giddy hallmark feeling of having a crush, in my book. I liken it to making eye contact with someone or having a brief conversation on a night out, maybe at 3am on your way back from a bar when things are sleepy and dizzy, and you just have this sense that you're being seen in that moment as anyone you want to be. i love this moment so much I feel like I could give it its own meta LMAO

Chapter Four: Hamartia

this chapter really put the pedal to to the metal lol. at the time of writing the story, I generally didn't (and still don't) love fake dating that much as a trope; I don't typically love plotlines predicated on (even harmless) deceptions, it's just a sensitivity of mine that I don't expect anyone to relate to or share. but when I was considering how to structure theog, it just made so much sense for James and Lily's arcs to have them get 'married.' there was no way that Lily was going to be able to navigate Classical Athens as an unsupervised woman alone, and even with the Oracle title offering her some protection, there was nothing really tying her to James. much like Outlander, it really did feel like the last possible resort, which softened me to the idea of using the trope.

fun fact, i got a snarky comment a few months ago complaining that i was trying to pass the story off as historically accurate (lol to the fifteen disclaimers I embedded throughout which addressed that) and one thing they took issue with was that lily wouldn't have been able to own property and the only thing that would have kept her from being a slave would have been marriage.

which! yknow! none of which contradict the story! but anyway I digress.

I was initially nervous about how early on the fake marriage happens; we don't really know the characters that well yet, we're not sure who James is as a potential partner to Lily, or how Lily's feelings for him are starting to bump up against her very rightful and justified desire to get the hell out of dodge. but – we only really see James in canon as a husband and as the father to the main character, so it felt pretty true to the source material to throw him into being a husband pretty early.

I loved writing this scene with Aristides. I've always been partial to his appearances throughout the story, and this one is just so special to me. I think of him as a driving force in humanizing the ancient world in theog, sometimes even more so than the main cast of characters. to elaborate a bit on that: with the Marauders and Lily and the other transplanted HP characters, I think there's this inherent sense that they are already fleshed out people (to some degree) even before they hit the page of the story, because they appear in canon and across Marauder fic verses. no matter how much I make James into Dimitrios and Peter into Pétros and Fleamont into Philoctetes, people know them and love them outside of theogony verse. but not Aristides. he doesn't have a one-to-one HP character. there is some version of him that really existed in 479 BCE (my complex and largely negative feelings on RPF are setting off alarms at this but we proceed) and that's it.

it would have been easy to just give him this very gruff and surly character, to make him a military general who didn't care about anything other than the war. I think that's how we conceptualize historical people sometimes, often without meaning to. but he was a person, and he had likes and dislikes, he probably had a family and maybe he'd fallen in love, and it was such an honor to give him such dimension. not to say that I'm putting that personality upon the actual historical person; but just to really take my time with a character outside of the Marauder canon. in this scene he has this human moment where he reminds James that, yes, love is a worthy pursuit, even to those in positions of incredible power. even when the discussion isn't about romantic love but about James's love for his closest friends. it's this permission that James didn't even know he was seeking but ultimately that changes the course of his and Lily's lives. Aristides is who James might become, in many ways. in the actual Plataea chapter this becomes more and more prevalent. (more on this later!)

overall, I am forever hoping that people come out of reading this story with an appreciation for the humanity of those that came before us. I did a poor job with other characters in this story, and I own that, but I'm proud of how I wrote Aristides.

oh my godddddd I fucking love this part. i am so fucking proud of it. LMAO. achieving wordplay in an ancient language that i have never studied should be on my fucking CV I swear. like this was just perfect I'm sorry I am BUZZING that I pulled this off.

also, a cute way to introduce a phrase to the narrative which will become very important: se filo!

I remember that I wrote this passage, which many people commented on and which I loved writing, in a coffee shop on a sunny day when my cousin was visiting me to introduce me to his girlfriend. there wasn't any wifi in the coffee shop so I was blessedly devoid of distractions and could only focus on the doc, and i was LOCKED IN let me tell you.

when my cousin and his girlfriend arrived I told them I was sending an important email and edited the last sentence of that paragraph about four different times while they sat in silence and waited for me to finish LMAOOO

Chapter Five: Ascesis

a profoundly insane moment in my personal history was reading excerpts from Eudemian Ethics, Nichomachean Ethics, and Memorabilia just to passively mention them in a flashback in a fic. relied heavily on Foucault for this, I will be so honest. why did i do that tho. like girl take a breath...

but in all seriousness this was just a joy to write. i miss being a history student and having these discussions – law school is great, but history classes will forever hold my heart ngl! also, this passage is in some ways an homage to my grandfather, who is one of my favorite people ever. he taught himself Classical Greek and Latin when he was in his 20s, before he went to medical school (and get his pilot's license for fun, he's seriously the most interesting guy alive). he gifted me his leatherbound Great Books printings of Aristotle's works and of the Iliad and the Odyssey shortly after I started theogony, and I cherish them so much. he spurred my interest in ancient greece when i was young. so this is for him :)

one of the hardest things for me to articulate (and maybe something I could have done better) was the war and the balance between James's inherent goodness and his growing feelings for Lily. i wanted her to have plausible reason to think that he doesn't at all feel romantically towards her, even as she's growing to admire him more and more. I hoped, as I wrote the story, that these little interactions where the reader clues into his feelings (this protective 'peninsula' moment being one of them) still walked that line. as in, i wanted lily to reasonably believe that he's just that good of a guy that he would take issue with anyone being taken advantage of, not just her. she's so destabilized in this moment as well, I think that worked to my advantage. or I hoped it did LOL.

from what I remember of writing this chapter, it just came really quickly and naturally. much more than the later ones. this early period of writing was just an outpouring of the ABSOLUTE BRAINROT I was going through after conjuring up the idea for the story. it just flew. the ending scene where they have their little almost-moment was probably about an hour's worth of writing. it's like I couldn't type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. not sure i've experienced that since!

also, the now, here, alive line reappears in the last chapter, which is one of my favorite callbacks:

:) :) :)

Chapter Six: Kleos

one thing I used to worry about CONSTANTLY is that I was losing the classic (and necessary!) Marauder goofiness to the more somber setting. so it was a jaunt and a boon to write scenes like the opening one here, where it honestly could be copy-pasted into the Gryffindor Common Room and it'd look a lot like my canon stories.

he's just a dude being hungover and embarrassed about the previous night with his bros!

the first time we get a hint of Pétros disappearing to dubious locations!

this chapter was one of the most research-heavy. it was a new setting, filled with new characters, and predicated entirely upon planning the Greek front at Plataea. so if I couldn't nail that down (at least to some degree), I was going to have trouble. of course I took liberties, but I spent a lot longer combing through sources for this chapter than some other ones, I'll tell you that for free. it took ages to find any treatises on ancient athenian sword combat, sigh.

yeah I mean i remember thinking that the subtitle for this chapter could have been 'I am going to create an environment that is so toxically masculine' because that's pretty much the whole vibe. James is not immune to that, either, and that was intentional. he feeds off of the violence and the anger of the men surrounding him, and he exhibits some behaviors in this chapter (rushing off to kill Anaxagoras after he grabs Lily's arm, for instance) which are not ideal! but I do think that there's meaningful conversation to be had about Lily's cultural assimilation into an ancient, misogynistic society, and how there was absolutely no way I was going to get out of this story without giving James some sort of period-typical attitude. now again, I took the liberties I deem necessary, because I have no desire to make my main romantic lead into an asshole. that's not my James Potter. not that that's news [gets taken out by a sniper]

i got CLOWNEDDD for referring to this dude as Dion son of Dion but idk what to tell you!! that's how the old documents referred to him!!! i didn't make that shit up I swear to god!!!!

also - that's the actual text of the Oath of Plataea, except (as Lily points out) it should read Athena Areia. is it likey that she'd remember this off the dome? no. is it possible that she just recognized the missing descriptor from context clues? yes. did i care enough to explain this either way? no, no i did not.

the Big Ticket Item of this chapter, though, is the oh.

and it wasn't just an oh, it was an oh followed by this innocuous conclusion that isn't even about Lily. i made myself laugh so hard with that. he's just like 'oh god my friend is going to wave this over my head FOREVER' and you know what? he's right!

as for the previous paragraph in that passage, I pulled a bit of a bait and switch, but not as badly as you might think! it was a risk to even bring up the idea that James could leave Athens, because I know it spurred some people into thinking that he'd go to the future with Lily (sorry babies that was not on the table). but what I intended for this passage (however successful it may or may not have been) was to just…allow him a moment of real, visceral empathy for the sensation of displacement that Lily's experiencing, and as well, introduce the idea that he might leave the life he's cultivated in Athens. his entire upbringing has been himself, the consummate Athenian man, surrounding himself with people from outside of Athens and drawing from their experiences, but never venturing outside of his little realm. in so many ways, the story questions what Lily's relationship with 'home' is (especially later on), but it always felt necessary to me to reckon with how 'home' may change for James as well.

finally:

yeah honestly i just remember the exact moment i thought of this passage. i had been reading the secret history (shoutout Donna Tartt i idolize and fear you) and i was lying down in my local park in the summer. I just thought about the Greek myths I knew, and the kind of cosmic horror that it is to really admit you're falling in love with someone, that they have this power over you that you didn't anticipate. and that closing line of the scene really struck me out of nowhere – I wrote it down in my notebook and just stared at it for a good few minutes. it's still one of my favs of the story :)

ok! if you made it this far, you are just amazing. this has to be a few thousand words at least. TYSM!!!!

see you all later for the part 2 BTS ❤️

[ladymoody]

Hi could you right a story with cook from skins? i barely see fanficts about him. thank you if you do it 🙏🏻

SUGAR

james cook x fem!reader

︎warnings: nsfw +18, drugs, alcohol, mention of death, irresponsible driving, explicit language, fingering, squirt.

word count: 1,4k

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"so… she's with freddie now?" I asked. cook and effy had recently broken up and he couldn't stop thinking about her. once, when he came over to sleep at my place, I even found him crying in the bathroom and it was a sorrowful sight. he told me how well effy had treated him, and how later she switched to a heartless behavior. he had tried to replace her many times with some flings but he told me it didn't feel the same because he deeply knew effy, meanwhile, he didn't even remember the names of the girls he fucked for fun.

"yeah. I saw them making out on the bus too the other day."

"oh cook..." I shifted a bit more on the couch, snuggling up to him to comfort him.

"it's okay, y/n." he moved his hand in the air as if he meant to diminish the importance of the matter. "I'm over it."

"I don't think so, cookie."

"don't call me that, you know I don't like it." he chuckled. "I'll call you sugar if you don't stop."

cook used to call me sugar when we met. he said the fragrance I used was so sweet that it reminded him of a sugary drink.

"you know it makes nostalgic."

"I'm well aware of that." he grinned, tickling my side slightly.

"what if we hang out like we used to?" I said.

"what do you mean? you mean getting drunk and high?"

"maybe. late night car drive without a destination?"

he lifted his eyebrows and hesitated. "what if we crash? getting drunk and driving doesn't sound so smart, ya know?" he brushed a strand of my hair off my face.

"cook, do you actually care? just take the highway, everything will be fine." I smirked, looking at him in the eyes.

both of us didn't really care about dying. death wasn't such a big deal after all, especially for two teenagers like us who had lost everything — cook's parents were divorced and both very absent. the only relative he still had was his little brother who lived with his mother so he rarely saw him. just like cook, I didn't have a father as he had moved out when I was very little and my mother passed away a couple of years before due to overdose. I currently lived with my aunt, who used to drink a lot of alcohol as well and didn't care about me.

“you’re right. fuck it.” he smirked and left a quick kiss on my neck before getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket from the hanger.

I smiled at him and followed him into the hall, picking up my leather jacket as well.

(skip time)

we had settled in his car — our jackets were thrown in the backseats, cook’s shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and my window rolled down to make the wind blow my hair. we were heading to the highway.

“I love the night.” I affirmed after taking a sip of the bottle of vodka in my hand.

“me too. it’s so calm and quiet… it makes you want to screw the silence up with some good sex and loud parties.” he took a puff from his spliff. I laughed.

“jeez, cook… you really are bold, ain’t you?” I ruffled his short hair for as much as I could. “I’m glad you’re thinking about something different other than effy.”

cook’s expression changed into something darker and more serious. I had touched a soft spot.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this topic back.”

“it’s okay, y/n. you didn’t do it on purpose. then effy can go fuck herself. I’m tired of being her little puppy she uses every time she wants some good sex because mr mclair is a bloody inexperienced incompetent.”

“you’re right. fuck her.”

“fuck her.” he repeated more to himself. there was silence for a couple of minutes, just the sound of the wheels on the road and the other cars passing by. I felt the awkward moment building between us two, so I glanced at cook and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, then I set my vodka bottle down.

cook smiled at the gesture and turned his head to give me an affectionate look. "I should be sad more often if it means getting you to show me affection."

I chuckled and nudged his arm, "shut up". the silence fell again.

there was a bit of tension between us too, as if we wanted to say so many things but couldn't. "I was thinking..." he began.

"how many years have we known each other for?" he continued.

"I don't know... 4... 5?"

he didn't answer me as he kept staring at the road in front of him, and I was growing suspicious, but not so later a little idea popped up in my mind.

"you'd like my help, cook?" I asked. my voice was lower than before and I leaned in as I caressed his cheek.

cook smirked. I understood what he meant and he understood I understood what he meant.

“let’s try, come here…” he muttered as he pulled my thighs towards him. I got the hint and climbed over him, sitting on his lap and resting my legs on his. he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me in place and left the other one on the steering wheel.

I leaned in and grabbed his face with my hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly to pull him to me and kiss him. he happily kissed me back, now moving the hand from my waist to the back of my neck, and deepened the kiss, tapping his tongue on my bottom lip, which I merrily allowed and let him in.

I moved to straddle him, grinding back and forth slightly as we made out. the road didn’t have any turns and he just had to drive ahead, so the chances of getting into a car accident were very low.

I started feeling his cock pressing against me, shamelessly begging cook to free it. “you’ll make us crash, sugar.” he pulled away enough to speak — our lips still very close.

“just keep driving. everything’s gonna be alright.”

cook was beyond an expert in kissing — I knew effy had been lucky to have him and now it was just her loss. to be honest, I had never thought of cook in this way, only in a friendly way, but there was something that screamed “attractive” every time he talked to me about his flings and how good he made those girls feel. a small part of me wished to be taken by him and be one of his whores, and somehow I had managed to do it right now. maybe I wasn’t a whore, but we were definitely on the edge of having sex.

cook slipped his hand inside my panties as our lips moved together, and thrusted two of his fingers between my folds. I gripped him instantly, making a low moan as I felt them pump inside of me. he soon added another finger, and then another one.

oh god.

I was almost stretched to my limits as I rode his hand, completely in a heaven of ecstasy. cook kissed and sucked on my neck as he moved his fingers, leaving me a few marks but slightly visible. I knew I was very close to my release.

“cook… I…” I whined.

“I know, sugar. cum on my fingers, will ya?” he muttered against my ear. and that was quite what made me let go fully and give myself to him. I threw my head back, lifting slightly from his lap as he didn’t slow his pace down a bit — then I cried out and squirted on his shirt.

“oh my god!” I got down from the high. I was a panting mess, my back now pressing against the steering wheel which honked as soon as I leaned back.

cook took his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking. “taste like sugar.”

I tiredly chuckle, my eyes still struggling to stay open completely.

“I’ve always known you were this good…” I confessed.

“we should do it again sometime, mh? it helps me a lot.” he faked a pouty tone, using the effy matter as an excuse to take me again.

“naughty boy.” I leaned in and pecked his lips.

[plussizefantasia]

Good Punkins

Flufftober Day 21: Pumpkin Patch

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 2.7k (actually the longest fic I've written to date)

Warnings: reader is a mom in this one, she is referred to as Mamma several times so if that's not your jam don't read this.

AN: Holy crap this went way beyond my original plan but I just love Steve and little man so much now. This story does have a part two coming later (on day 30). Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you for reading.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Steve was an amazing husband. The two of you were married six years ago and within a year you were expecting. Nine months later, Caleb James Rogers was born and you realized something amazing. Steve was an amazing husband, but he was an even better father.

Little Caleb wanted for nothing, but he wasn’t spoiled. He was adventurous and kind and everything that you could ever want in a child. Even as a baby, he wasn’t very fussy. When he was all it took was Steve lifting him into his large arms and cooing at the infant to get him to calm down. At first, you were a little jealous that Steve seemed to have the golden tough when it came to your son, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings of adoration for your husband every time you saw the two of them together.

Caleb was an extremely curious child, he also didn’t like being left out. When you had driven the two of you home last week after picking him up from and he had seen the new decorations your neighbors had put out for Halloween it was no surprise when he asked, “Mamma, why dey have punkins?” You dread the day when he’s able to say the word pumpkin.

“Why do you think they have pumpkins, baby?” You returned.

“Dunno Mamma, but they gots faces in them.” 

“Some of them do yeah,” you opened the door to your house and watched as Caleb climbed up the singular step that led up to your door. You don’t know who designed it, but your little tyke has tripped on it more than once and you’ve made sure to be very watchful every time he tries again.

At the sound of the front door opening, Steve made his way towards the entryway of your home. He looked soft, as he usually did nowadays and you couldn’t love it more. Steve had hung up the shield when Caleb was born and since then he let his hair grow out, and bought a few more pairs of sweats and at your insistence shirts that fit him. He didn’t have abs anymore but that didn’t mean the strength had gone away, just that he was more worried about his family and being there for every moment than staying in peak shape.

“Buddy! How was school?” Steve got down on one knee in order to intercept the charging little boy.

“It was so funs Daddy! I got to play on the park and Mrs. Hilly gave me two gold stars today.” Steve lifted Caleb off the ground and cradled him against his hip. He began walking the two of them towards the kitchen.

“Two stars? That’s great bud.”

“Yeah and on da way home I saw punkins on the ground. Mamma says some of them face faces.”

“Yeah, it’s October buddy, that means some people have started decorating.”

“Decorating for what Daddy?”

“Decorating for Halloween.”

“Can we decorate for Halloween?”

“I don’t see why not, do you want to get a pumpkin and put a face on it with me?” Steve smiled at his son and shifted his eyes towards yours.

“Yes! Can we go gets one now Daddy?”

“Not now baby, we can go this weekend though.” You interrupted, noticing the look on Steve's face. He had a hard time saying no to Caleb and you knew that he was about to go put his shoes on and drive thirty minutes away to the nearest pumpkin patch just to see his little boy smile.

‘But I wants to go now, Mamma.” Your little boy whined.

‘I know baby, but if we go now we won’t have enough time to do all the fun things there. Don’t you want to be able to do all of the things they have?”

“What else do the punkin people have?”

“Um, well they usually have a corn maze and tractor rides. They might have a big ol’ room of corn that you can play in as you do at the park. And they might even have animals you can pet.” You said, thinking back to your childhood memories of going to pumpkin patches with your family.

“They have all of that?” His eyes had gotten wide.

“Yeah baby, they have tons of stuff but if we go tonight we won’t have time to do any of it. But if we wait until Saturday we’ll be able to spend the whole day there.”

‘I want to spend forever there!” 

“I don’t know about forever buddy, you still have to go to school but we can spend the whole day on Saturday how does that sound?” Steve asked the little boy.

“Sounds good Daddy.”

And so, three days later your little family of three loaded into the SUV all bundled up for a cool day at the pumpkin patch, and made your way further out of town and towards the fall-themed activity.

Your little boy was in the backseat singing along to the songs on the radio and occasionally asking nonsensical questions to either you or Steve. And both of you tried your best to answer them as seriously as you could.

Half an hour later you pulled into the farm and Steve rolled around the dirt parking lot looking for an open spot. It wasn’t too busy which you were grateful for, Steve may not exactly be Captain America anymore but that didn’t mean that he doesn’t still get recognized.

Steve parked the car and jumped out before you could start unbuckling Caleb. You rounded your way to the trunk to grab the backpack you had packed full of some extra snacks, a light blanket in case anyone got cold, and a hat and scarf for Caleb in case he needed it. Your husband and son joined you a moment later, Caleb holding onto Steve’s hand and practically bouncing in place.

“Alright baby, we need to go get our tickets to get inside and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Otay Mamma.” 

You passed through the ticket line with ease and without much time passing at all, you were inside. You checked your phone for the time, 10:30. 

“Alright baby, what do you want to do first?” You asked, looking towards your son and patiently waiting for him to make his decision. Caleb scanned his surroundings taking in all there was to do and weighing his options carefully. His eyes landed a little ways away at a large pile of hay that several other children were climbing on top of and running up the side.

“Look, Daddy! A mountain of straw!”

“I see buddy, you wanna go play?” Caleb screamed his assent and grabbed his father’s hand pulling him towards the miniature mountain. You followed behind them and took a seat on a nearby bench to watch your boys have their fun.

Steve would lift Caleb into the sky so he could get to the top and then the little boy would count down and push himself down the hill like a slide. Several times, he would just run straight at the pile and bury himself in the looser straw on the surface. At one point Caleb, convinced Steve to climb to the top of the pile and all at once all of the children playing tried to push him off. You laughed loudly and took pictures the entire time.

Eventually, though your baby boy got a little tired and made his way towards you. He was breathing heavily and his entire body was covered in straw. You pulled a few stray pieces from his hair and offered him one of the juice boxes you had packed.

Steve too came towards your sitting place, also covered head to toe in straw. When you arched a single eyebrow at him and looked him up and down, a small plush, and sheepish expression crossed his face and he looked down at his shoes.

When Caleb’s breathing returned to normal you asked him what he wanted to do next and he immediately perked up.

“You said there would be animals to pet Mamma?” 

“Yeah, baby I think they have some goats if you wanna pet those.”

The rest of the day followed similarly. Caleb running from activity to activity. Sometimes you joined in, sometimes Steve, sometimes both of you. He was having a blast and you were so happy he was getting to make these fun memories like you had. 

Caleb played in the corn pit for a little while, he fed the goats and took a ride on the mini-tractor coaster for the kids. He also had his face painted and the three of you had your photo taken next to the sixteen-foot-tall scarecrow. You all had hotdogs and apple cider for lunch and Caleb insisted that he wanted to go play on the hay pile again.

“When can we get out punkin Mamma?” Caleb said after his third yawn of the last hour. Your little man was fading and fast.

“Right now Baby, let's go get in line for the tractor ride and then we can go out and get our pumpkins. Caleb turned towards Steve and lifted his arms at his father, asking without words to be picked up.

Steve hoisted your son into his arms and the three of you made your way to the actual line to go into the patch. It was nearing time for dinner and you wanted to be able to get your pumpkins and go home before Caleb completely conked out.

One short tractor ride later and the three of you were immersed in the sea of orange gourds. Caleb seemed to perk up when he saw all of the pumpkins and began excitedly running from row to row inspecting them.

Steve and you strolled hand in hand along with him, both of you with soft smiles on your faces as you watched the little man you created having a wonderful day.

“Thank you.” Steve had said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“For what?” You laughed.

‘For this” He gestured towards Caleb, also lifting your intertwined hands and placing a kiss on the back of yours, “I never thought I’d get this, so thank you.” You leaned in and softly kissed him, taking your time to let him know through your affection that you’d do just about anything for him. 

“Well then, Thank you too.” You said as you pulled back. 

“Mamma! Daddy! Come on, come look!” Your attention was drawn to your son, jumping up and down next to a couple of pumpkins he seemed to have lined up.

“What did you find bud?” Steve asked when the two of you got close enough.

“Good punkins, we can put faces on dem.” he pointed at the three pumpkins he had lined up. You had to admit, it seemed like Caleb had a knack for picking pumpkins. The ones he had grabbed were practically perfect, with only one of two spots on them.

“Good job, baby these are great ones.” You ruffled his hair. “Alright, we gotta bring them back to the tractor so we can take 'em home. You wanna grab one?” He just nodded and went to grab the biggest of the three.

“How ‘bout Daddy take this one and you can take that one,” Steve said pointing toward the other pumpkin on the ground.

“Otay Daddy, but if you need help let me know.” You both softly laughed at how sweet your little boy was.

“Sure thing, buddy.” Steve hiked the largest pumpkin onto one shoulder and went to grab the stem of the one in his arms.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he lifted the pumpkin from your hands.

“What was the point of marrying a super soldier if you don’t take advantage of the strength.”

“I didn’t marry you for your strength, I married you for your rugged good looks.”  You responded and he let out a large guffaw followed by a smaller stream of laughter laughter.

Without your arms full you were free to take pictures of the father-son duo carrying their pumpkins side by side toward the tractor. You helped Caleb load his pumpkin up into the wagon that the passengers rode in and watched as he climbed up the steps into the wooden structure. Steve followed after you and the three of you in the corner with the pumpkins at your feet.

When the wagon started moving it began sort of rocking side to side, lulling your little boy closer and closer to sleep. You were sort of impressed that he had lasted that long and pulled him into your lap so that he could be more comfortable. Not even five minutes later he was asleep with his head rested against your shoulder and his arms around your neck.

The tractor pulled back into the main area of the farm and you had to disembark and grab your pumpkins so that other people could have their turn.

Before you could even start to get up with your sleeping son in your arms, Steve had taken him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He had one of Caleb’s legs on either side of his head and the torso of the little boy was leaning on his head, his little hand resting on Steve’s forehead. 

Since he had taken the boy you went to go grab one of the pumpkins but Steve had beaten you to that too. In some miracle, Steve had managed to hold onto not only the sleeping little boy, but all three pumpkins and get off the wagon without jostling any of them too much.

“Steven Grant, let me carry a damn pumpkin.” You chased after your husband, attempting to relieve him of at least one of the decently sized pumpkins. 

“Let me think about that.” He kept walking.

“Steve seriously, I look so mean making you carry everything.”

“You’re not making me do anything Honey, I’m doing this of my own free will.”

“Well, will your free will at least let me grab Caleb.”

“He’s comfy up there”

“Yeah mamma, comfy” a little sleep-riddled voice replied from your husband’s shoulders. And Steve let a smirk of victory cross his face.

“Whatever.” You huffed. Following next to your husband and hoping that nobody else thought you were some kind of nightmare woman who made your husband carry everything.

It was a short trek after that to the car and you began to increase your pace so that you’d be able to open the door for Steve to be able to transfer Caleb back into his car seat, but Steve matched your pace easily and you watching as his smirk continued to grow.

He got to the car first and instead of depositing the pumpkins in the trunk, or going to put Caleb in his seat, Steve opened the passenger door for you and gestured for you to get it.

“You’re kidding.” You deadpanned.

“I got this Honey, just get in the car.”. You didn’t argue just shook your head with exasperation and climbed into the car. Turning the heat on and getting the directions home pulled up on your phone.

Meanwhile, Steve, who you’re now convinced was a juggler in a previous life is opening the hatch of the trunk and placing all three pumpkins plus your backpack that you didn’t even realize he had into the space. He pulled Caleb down from his shoulders and placed a kiss on his head. Closing the trunk, he made his way around to Caleb’s door and opened it without moving the sleeping boy an inch. Steve flawlessly deposited him into this seat and buckled him up with astonishing speed and you had to admit to yourself that watching Steve do all of this was turning you on more than you thought it would.

Finally, Steve opened his door and climbed into the car, starting the engine and looking to you for the go-ahead to leave.

You just leaned across the consul and placed a large kiss on his cheek. Making him smile like a schoolboy.

“I love you.” You had said.

“I love you too.” He had replied before shifting the car into reverse and beginning the half-hour drive home.

You looked into the back seat at the tuckered-out boy in his car seat and thanked the universe and Steve all over again for giving you such an amazing little gift.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | april 22 evoke | words: 1,6k

big shout out to @frnkmush for helping me with this one, you’re such an angel 🫶🏼

tw: swearing, mentions of wounds

part one

On Monday evening, Regulus received an Instagram message request from someone called jfprongs. He went to check on the person’s profile to see who they were, and—oh god.

At the sight of a radiant smile, bronze skin, and golden glasses, all memories from the night before evoked in him. He suddenly remembered making an absolute fool of himself by asking a doctor who just stitched him up on a date.

While he was drunk.

The first thing he did was send a screenshot of the profile and the message that read just a simple ‘Hi’ to the group chat.

i can fix him (i can’t)

Reg

<2 photos attached>

that’s the doctor from last night

what do i do??????????

Barty

skakksjsksjsjsjsjajsjsj

Evan

x2

Pandora

x3

what is he doing in your dms?

Reg

…

i may or may not have asked him out

There was a short pause before his phone started ringing.

“What the fuck do you mean you asked him out?” Pandora asked, amused. In the background, Regulus could hear Barty and Evan laughing hysterically.

“Well, I was drunk, and he was really hot. We should all be grateful I only did that instead of trying to convince him to fuck me on his desk,” he responded, trying to take off the bandage off of the fresh wound without making it hurt more than necessary.

On the other end of the line, he could hear Panda huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, thank god that whore didn’t come out.”

“Any—oh fuck, it hurts—anyways, what do I do now?” Regulus asked again, finally throwing away the old bandage and starting to clean the cut. He hated using disinfectants on any part of his body, really, but on the face, it felt worse than anything.

His friend hummed thoughtfully. “I think you should text him back and see how it goes,” and so he did.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

On Tuesday evening, exactly at 7:36 p.m., Regulus was sitting on a bench in front of his apartment building and waiting for a grey Mercedes to arrive.

After he answered James yesterday, they talked a bit and agreed that Drunk Regulus’ idea about meeting sooner was actually a pretty good one. So he sat there, checking his phone every three seconds, hoping to see a message that would say ‘I’m here’.

He picked it up again when a grey car parked next to him and the passenger’s window rolled down.

“Hi Regulus, come in,” James invited him with a warm smile painted on his lips.

As Regulus took the front seat, the other man reached to the back, pulling a small bouquet of purple carnations.

“What’s that?” Regulus asked, confused. James eyes widened at that.

“Well, I assumed it’s a date, and I thought it would be a nice gesture, but if I overstepped or misread—“

“No, no, no, absolutely! That is a date, and those are lovely, I just—I'm not used to getting flowers.” He could feel his cheeks starting to burn a little when James smiled wildly, like a happy Golden Retriever.

They finally drove away from Regulus' block, heading towards the city center. The radio played some soft, lofi music that, added to the soft humming of the engine, started lulling Regulus to sleep. James must’ve noticed, because he handed his unlocked phone to him.

“Choose the next song; I’ll pick something after you,” the bronze-skinned man told him. Regulus, extremely eager, grabbed the phone and typed in the title he needed to hear right now. Thankfully, the chill music ended shortly after, and an 80s synth-pop melody came on.

“Somebody runnin’ through the field/Somebody shoulda stayed home/Somebody pickin’ up the body of somebody they were gettin’ to know,” Regulus hummed softly to Matty’s lyrics. James whipped his head at a light speed and looked at him with wide eyes. Regulus gave him a questioning look in response.

“First of all,” James began, “is it the one about the school shooting?” Regulus nodded, smirking. “Okay, that’s surprising. Second of all, you have quite a nice voice.” Now Regulus wasn’t smirking, just smiling sheepishly.

After ‘Looking for somebody (to love)’ ended, there was a disco bit, and Reg wanted to whine as soon as he recognised the song. The only thing that stopped him was that sparkle in James’ eyes.

And then the other man started singing.

“OOH, YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “What? Don’t you like my vocals?” James chuckled, knowing damn well he sounded like a cat in heat.

“Oh no, your vocals are just as lovely as your smile,” the younger man giggled.

They continued to take turns choosing songs, becoming more and more comfortable, and singing louder and louder.

They reached the restaurant as Olivia’s ‘all-american bitch’ was coming to an end.

“Wait here,” said James, getting out of the car and running around it, just to open Regulus’ door. The older man held out his hand in a dramatic gesture.

Reg rolled his eyes, taking the hand and getting out as well.

“Such a gentleman,” he commented sarcastically, yet still, he could feel the warmth spread inside of his chest at this small move.

They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, talking lightly about their favourite type of pasta. James gave the hostess his name, and the woman led them to their table, giving them two menus. Regulus scanned it in search of the cheapest meal, so he could afford it. The restaurant wasn’t really fancy, but it was still expensive.

“15 pounds for Carbonara? Is it made of gold?” He mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough, because James replied, ‘Don’t worry, it’s on me’. This caught Regulus off guard. “What do you mean? I asked you out; I should be the one paying.”

“Yeah, no,” was all James said, and the other man kept looking at him in confusion. “You’re a student; I work full time; it’s only fair if I pay,” he continued, looking up from his menu.

Regulus opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut them back up. “Yeah, okay, you have a point.”

After that, they talked only about what they should order, settling on a lasagna for James, pumpkin ravioli for Reg, and a bottle of rosé.

“So,” the older man started. “What do you study?”

“Oh, um, painting. I’m in art school,” he mumbled in response, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m not gonna lie, I know it won’t get me a lot of money, but I love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means I’ll have to eat pesto pasta for the rest of my life.” He couldn’t exactly read James’ face; it looked kind of blank.

“Can I see any of your work?” he asked finally, sounding actually interested. So, of course, Regulus reached for his phone and started scrolling through it in search of the pieces he was most proud of. When James saw the one with the white stag running through a blue forest, he pointed at it and exclaimed, “That. I want that one in my living room,” and Regulus laughed lightly at him. “What? I mean it. How much do you want for it?”

“A thousand pounds!” the younger man kept chuckling.

“Deal.”

“Wait, are you for real?” He looked at the man opposite him in bewilderment, and as the other nodded with a smile, he couldn’t help but smile himself.

It was how the rest of the evening went—they ate, talked, drank wine, and talked some more. They left, again hand in hand, discussing a playlist for the ride home.

They were just a few blocks away from Regulus’ building when he decided to turn the radio down a little.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to James. “I had a really good time.”

“Would you like to do it again sometime?” The other man asked, also turning.

“Yeah, sometime,” he answered softly, pink blooming on his cheeks. He received a small smile back.

When they finally reached his block, Regulus didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he fully turned to face James and looked him deep in the eyes. The older man didn’t break eye contact; he only smiled brightly.

Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me.

James reached in his direction, brushing a loose curl from Regulus’ face back behind his ear. Instead of withdrawing his hand, James put it on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

They stayed like that for a few seconds (or hours) before James broke the silence.

“Can I walk you to your flat?” and Reg just nodded in response.

They got out of the car the same way they did before. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to the third floor. As they reached his door, Regulus turned to James again. And once more, James’ hand found its way to Reg’s cheek. The moment was tense, almost tangible. Until-

“Can I kiss you?” The older man whispered, like a secret.

Yesyesyes

Regulus only managed to nod once before he felt soft lips on his. It wasn’t an obscene kiss with a lot of teeth and tongs; it was gentle and sweet, like the first kiss in middle school. It didn’t last long either—far too quick for Reg’s liking. James rewarded him with another sweet kiss, this time on the forehead, before he pulled away with the same bright spark in his eye that appeared during ‘Dancing Queen’.

“Good night, Regulus,” he said softly, taking a small step back.

“Good night, Jamie—I mean James,” the older man chuckled, shaking his head.

“I like it; you can call me Jamie. I’ll see you soon.” And with that promise, he turned around and walked down the stairs, throwing just one last look at Regulus before disappearing on the floor below.

[asoulwithadream]

Shoscombe Old Place / Part 2 - Sherlock & Co From the diary of ASoulWithADream…

I'm so excited that we're getting a three-parter after three-parter. They're brilliant and as the production quality increases exponentially, these drawn out adventures holding more content are so important to me.

Live Soul Reaction (my little on-the-spot commentary):

The episode sub-title just makes me think of Fast Car by Tracy Chapman. "🎵 You've got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere,"

John explaining the stupid social hierarchy, state-till-8's, the little 'I dunno's' of doubt, as if he still feels a bit confused or insecure about the whole situation with Carrie and him. The way he phrases it makes me think of superficiality.

"Like some big slobbery traitor!" I like how the roles have switched to Sherlock defending Archie from John.

Again with the card references!

Gary Lineker's mate. That's the second time HE's been mention. There's been an awful lot of emphasis on repeating motifs. Makes me wonder what else from last week's episode will feature today.

"You're invaluable, Watson!" "Awh." "Cheers!" <33333333

"Ah! Goodness! Hello Bob- UH, Robert Knob- Robert Norbertson! Ugh, spit it out, John."

"Just what she needs. Just… what she needs." Bobby you are not making yourself look more innocent you smoldering drama queen.

Sherlock swallowing a fly 😭

Lineker again!

Jump in the river. Jumping into a body of water. This is the third time. For fuck's sake.

"World's colliding. New friends, meeting old friends."

Who's calling John a twat on the internet???

Ash. Ash on the leaves, on the nettles, on the bark of the trees. Didn't Sherlock mention smoke? From the house, Shoscombe? Last week, he said it very explicitly. Smoke.

"It's a house for the dead." "A mausoleum." "Yes, a very tired one."

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE.

"Sherlock." "Yes, Watson." "Quick question." "Fire away!" "Are we… trapped? In a… four-hundred year old mausoleum?" "Trapped is a rather subjective term. We did CHOOSE to enter." "Sherlock." "Yes actually, I think we are."

Pick a tomb, mate! COS' I AM GOING TO KILL YOU >:(

"Brings a certain perspective, doesn't it? Being in here, with the long dead."

The way John realises that he's snapped just immediately forgives and dismisses Sherlock as the cause of their predicament really goes to show the bond they share, how they're able to adapt and just remain sane in their situation.

"What… feels like home?" "Baker Street." <3333333333333

"Rivers are just as doubtful, Watson. Just as unsure. They take the course they find easy, through the soft earth. That's why their paths are winding and splintered. They look for the easy way. Only the most determined bore through the hardest rock. Overtime, much, much time." More water, which could mean nothing. But seriously speaking, I love Sherlock's perspective on things, and how he reassures Watson with these beautiful metaphors, connecting their surroundings and the information he has consumed to describe his dear friend. <3

"Even the torrents that seem so wondrous to us will reach their end in a sea, a lake… a waterfall." HE SAID IT. Before I thought I was being delusional! Anything could be water, but the hesitation, the torrent he speaks of being a metaphor for both himself through John's perspective and the adventure that Moriarty will pose for them both, but especially for Sherlock Holmes!! I'm freaking out!!

"Shout out to Pro- ooh, Professor!" I AM DEAD. I HAVE TO PAUSE. IT CAN'T BE. WHAT I WAS JUST JOKING BEFORE. I'M BEING DELUSIONAL.

PROFESSOR JAMES MORIARTY.

JAMES MORIARTY.

MORIARTY.

WHO IS LISTENING INTENTLY, TO EVER WORD.

WHOEVER THAT ONE TUMBLR POSTER WAS WHO SAID "haha what if he got a shoutout" YOU WERE RIGHT. I'VE TRIED TO TAG YOU BUT I CAN'T FIND THE POST, BUT YOU WERE RIGHT. FUUUUUUUUUU-

"I can hear the corpses from the seventeenth century crying into the mic! I've lost my mind!" I doubt you're as much in shock as I am right now.

I was trying to appreciate their little pre-crypt banter and pep-talk, but I can not stop thinking about the ballistic missile which was the waterfall-shoutout section. Absolutely bonkers, and balls to the fucking walls. The balls are everywhere.

I better not see "42 - The Final Problem - Part One" on my Spotify on the 16th of July in the Year of our Lord 2024.

[free-boundsoul]

Ea spoilers

Sooo....anyone else having a little bit of existential crisis after listening to the finale of Project Meridian?

What does this mean for Anton and James? Please tell me we get to hear more from them in the waking world.

Erik really dropped wolf shifter Anton as a 'im just in a silly goofy mood' in the fooliverse and it was actually true. Is he a Beta for the McKinley pack? Does he have his Love? Erik I need answers please

Marcus, or Marc, is still gives me heebie geevies.

Fucking Quinn...all I'm gonna say about that.

I really need more James and his partner because I wanna know more about the real James.

Wonder if "Asset"'s family has connections to Elliot's birth family and we'll see them interact now that they have powers they need to train

Uuugh, i really need to relisten to this when im home and can use both earbuds because some parts were too soft to hear well

[dearestro]

Hello, welcome to Tumblr.

I would like to make a request to James Wilson, a reader who is also a doctor and new to the hospital.

And being a flirt, she asks James Wilson on a date, eventually they become a couple.

Thanks for you attention and have a nice day.

Flirtatious Feelings

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare and diseases. Also, I used Google Translate.

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Part 2

Your Pov

"And that concludes the tour. Now I'll introduce you to your mentor." Dr. Cuddy explained as we stopped at an office belonging to a Dr. James Wilson. I couldn't believe it. I was finally going to be actively working as a doctor.

She knocked on the door and I heard a soft 'Come in.' After looking at me she opened the door and gestured me inside.

"Dr. Wilson, this is Dr. y/n l/n. She's your new trainee oncologist." The man looked up at me. He was cute, brown hair, brown eyes, and definitely older. He smiled at me and got up to shake my hand.

"Dr. Wilson, pleasure to me you." I grasped it as he introduced himself. Oh yeah he's definitely cute.

"Pleasure's all mine." I shook his hand and winked. What? I didn't see a ring. He blushed deeply and let go of my hand.

"Well now that you two have met you can resume your work. Good bye and good luck!" And with that Dr. Cuddy had left.

"So um... I have to set up a patient's chemotherapy. I don't suppose you could handle that as I talk to them?" He seemed to be having a little trouble making eye contact. Poor thing.

"Of course. Lead the way...doctor." I smirked at him.

Once we got to the patient he introduced me and starting to explain what was going on while I got to work on the iv. I had tuned most of it out so as to focus and get it in on the first try.

I had finally got it in and plugged in the medicine. I was making sure it was all alright so asked Wilson to turn on the chemo.

"Turn me on doctor." When nothing happened I turned to see a red faced Wilson.

"Ex-excuse me?" He stuttered. I only smiled at him and pointed to the machine. "Right...of course." He quickly turned it on and after he finished talking to the patient we moved on to the next.

Wilson's Pov

It was lunch and I patiently waited for House to join me and inevitably steal my food. He finally walked in and sat across from me.

"What's the matter? Panties in a twist?" I looked at him and was about to protest but he cut me off. "Oh save it. You're obviously upset about something." He grabbed my plate. "I mean you didn't even try to stop me from taking your food today." I rolled my eyes. Debating if I should actually tell him or not.

"I'm mentoring a new oncologist." I finally gave in.

"Ohh. Are they stupid? Ugly? You can say it I won't judge." I sighed at his comment.

"Actually she is the exact opposite." He perked up at that. "She's incredibly smart, quite attractive, and very bold."

"I don't see the problem. If I were you I'd hit that." I rolled my eyes. "Unless of course the problem is...you want to hit that." I glared at his crude language.

"No I do not want to 'hit that'. It's just..." I once again debated on telling him the details...but then again who else was I going to tell? "She winked at me when we first met, then when we were with a patient she said 'Turn me on doctor.' And then when she was passing a file to a patient she leaned over me with her breasts practically shoved in my face. There's something about her. I don't know if she means anything or if it's all a coincidence." I finally looked up at House and awaited his reaction. He started cackling.

"So your problem is that a girl might be flirting with you?" I grimaced under his stare. "Oh. The problem is that you want it to be intentional. You like like her. Wilson's got a girlfriend. Wilson's got a girlfriend!" He started singing right as she walked into the cafeteria and starting walking towards us. "What you can't take a joke anymore?" He asked confused.

"She's coming!" I whispered. He turned to look but I hit him. "Don't look you idiot!"

Your Pov

I had found the cafeteria and saw Dr. Wilson. Seeing as I know no one else...and for other reasons...I approached his table. He was sitting with a taller, older man.

"Dr. Wilson! Good to see you again!" I greeted as the other turned to look at me.

"Holy shit."

"Excuse me?" I asked the man.

"Sorry about him. This is Dr. House. House this is my trainee...Dr. l/n." I looked between the two boys as they looked like I had barged in on a secret meeting before extending my hand to Dr. House.

"Pleasure to meet you." I smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine." He winked at me.

"I'm sure it is." I laughed at the older man's obvious flirting. "Anyways I just wanted to say hi seeing as I don't know anyone else." I said as I turned to Wilson who seemed shocked at what he just saw. "So...hi." I smiled at him. That seemed to knock him out of it.

"Oh. Hi." He stared up at me. "Uh...would you...would you like to join us?" I smiled at the invitation.

"Sure! But I have to go get my lunch...would you like me to get yours too?" I asked seeing as he had no plate in front of him. He only stared with a goofy look on his face. Did I mention this man was cute?

"Huh?" I pointed at the empty space in front of him at the table. He snapped out of his trance "Oh right. Um no it's fine. Thank you though." I said a small 'ok' and went off to get my lunch.

Wilson's Pov

"Way to be subtle loverboy." I turned to House.

"What?"

"Come on! You stared at her the entire time and then watched her as she left to get lunch. She has a great ass by the way same with the tits. I swear if you don't go after her I will." I shook my head at his words.

"I can't go after her. She's younger than me. Besides we both know how my love life goes."

"Yeah it's shit. But come on she could just be a fling. You don't need a big relationship." He argued. I rolled my eyes, he really didn't get it.

"And then I have to work with her for the rest of my life and it's awkward. Great plan!" I said sarcastically. He only scoffed. "Wait shut up. Here she comes."

Your Pov

After I got back to the boys we all talked together and House continuously hit on me while Wilson apologized for him and stared at me. Over all? It was awkward but nice. Now was the end of the work day and after spending the entire afternoon ruffling Wilson's feathers I decided to go for it. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

I was about to leave when Wilson asked if he could walk me out to my car. We finally got to my car and we were alone. It's now or never.

"Hey wait! So do you want to go on a date?" I asked. I tried to sound confident but it was starting to crack as I saw him just stare at me. "James?" He jolted out of the trance.

"Right! I-I would love to!" I smiled and reached into my purse for the scrap of paper I had prepared in case this went well.

"Great! So here's my number and address...pick me up at 8?" I asked, hoping he didn't have plans. He looked at the paper and then up at me.

"Uh. Sure! See you at 8 then." He seemed flustered. I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"See you." And with that I left to get ready for my date.

I got home with 45 minutes to get ready. I quickly freshened up, chose a simple black dress that could easily go from day to night since I didn't know where we were going, put on some makeup with red lipstick to make it pop, and black kitten heels. By the time everything was finished and ready I heard my apartment doorbell ring. I quickly walked over to answer it, hoping I didn't look overdressed.

When I opened the door I was faced with Dr. Wilson. He had on a different button down shirt from earlier and slacks. I smiled at him and asked him in for a quick drink. I had him sit on the couch well I went to get some water for the both of us before we left.

"You have a lovely apartment Dr. l/n." I could hear the uneasiness in his voice. I chuckled.

"Thank you but please call me y/n." I entered with our drinks. He looked me up and down.

"Right o-of course." He blushed. "You look wonderful. Suddenly I feel underdressed." I sat down next to him and smirked.

"Not nearly enough." I winked as he turned scarlet. I giggled at his reaction. "Anyways...where would you like to go?"

"Me?" He pointed at himself. I shook my head holding back a laugh at the confused expression on his face.

"Yes, you. We can go to a club, bar, restaurant, hell we could go to McDonald's for all I care!" I laughed while he shook his head in amusement.

"Well, there's a nice bar a few blocks away if you're interested. " I just smiled at him and off we went.

We were a few drinks in just talking about our lives when the bartender came up with a drink.

"Compliments of the man at that table." She pointed to a man in the corner of the house who winked at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the tender.

"Not that I want to be wasteful, but can you just dump it? You can never be too careful...besides I'm on a date." I placed my hand on Jame's and smiled at him. I could tell he was getting a little antsy at the situation. She nodded politely and dumped the drink, and I turned to James. "So where were we?" We continued talking when the next thing I know is I'm being turned around. I looked up to see the man from earlier maliciously smirking down at me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with this guy?" I frowned at the situation, but he continued. "You know it isn't polite to waste a drink someone's bought for you." The more he eyed me like a piece of meat, the more nervous I got, but I tried not to show it. "Why don't you trade that lemon for a Mustang." He motioned towards James and then himself. I scoffed. This guy is disgusting.

"Oh, I already did. You see, I used to date a guy like you...ya know a 'lemon'. But now I've got my Mustang and I'm happier than ever." I rubbed Jame's thigh to prove my point. The guy scoffed and walked off, thankfully deciding not to cause a scene. I smirked and turned back to James, who seemed a little shocked. My brow furrowed at his expression. "Are you ok?" He shook his head like he was knocked out of deep thought.

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm ok." He looked up at me and grasped my hand that was still on his thigh. "You didn't have to do that. You know." I shook my head.

"Nonsense. You're my hot date, and everyone should know it. Especially that sleaze." I smiled as he lightly chuckled. "Anyways. You were saying you went to McGill? That's in Montreal right?" He nodded. "Did you pick up any French?"

"At the time, yeah. But I'm quite rusty." He said as if he knew what my next question would be. "I'm not so sure I can speak it anymore, though." I softly smiled as I brought our hands up to the table.

"Can you try? For me?" I tried. He laughed at my lame attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Um...Je ne comprends pas pourquoi une belle jeune fille comme toi veut sortir avec un mec comme moi." (I don't understand why a beautiful young girl like you wants to date a guy like me.) I frowned at his broken response.

"Simple, vous êtes doux, gentil, attentionné et indéniablement beau." (Simple, you are sweet, kind, caring, and undeniably handsome.) I cupped his face in my hands so that we met eyes and smiled sweetly.

"You-you speak French?" He stuttered as his cheeks grew warm. I nodded.

"What can I say? In high-school it was either Spanish or French. I'm a sucker for romance." I shrugged. I looked behind him and saw a pool table. I stood up and tugged him behind me.

"You played me?" I laughed a little, still dragging him along until we got to the table.

"Maybe...let's play pool!"