#anyways back to Sam: the man is fine as fuck. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

👀Sam be staring👀

And I be lookin' (respectively... sometimes.)

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

CoD girlies (gender neutral), this one is for you. (but also Sam Wilson coded. anyway)

So. My mom was flying home and she had a stopover in The Big Fucking Airport in Chicago, I don't remember the name right now. The point is, she gets Chicago Pizza for me. And cheesecake.

And on the flight home, she is sat next to a military boy (boy is her designation, not mine. She's three weeks away from seventy, this is not a helpful description)

And she starts talking to him, because that is who my mother is, she finds out that he's coming home for the holidays and then he's getting stationed and such-and-such base.

At some point, because of who she is as a person, and because she had spent nearly two months Momming and Grandmothering as hard as she could and had not yet turned it down, she asks this young man if he is hungry. Is he hungry? Does he need food? She has pizza. Would he like the pizza? Oh, no, no it's okay! Take the pizza! it's fine!

He then reveals that this is the first food he's had all day (it's like 4pm) and my mom :0 and finds more food to give him. As they deplane she gives him $20 which is the last of her American cash. This is the end of the story

My mom. is so, so close to being the meddling matchmaker the sitcoms of my youth promised me she would be, and she drops the ball EVERY. TIME.

However, the point is now I can't stop thinking about this with the CoD boys. Maybe it's not even a few weeks before Christmas, maybe it's the day of due to bad luck or whatever idk idk doesn't matter

Honestly Ghost is objectively the funniest just because he'd be about two feet taller than her and she would absolutely not be intimidated by him. At some point she would share stories from before she retired and would say something about how she "had to take down a big boy like you once" and that "I told him it was a good thing my daughters weren't in town". I'm sorry he would be so fucking endeared by this. And he'd track her down somehow to say thanks or to pay her back and then obviously he gets invited in for baked goods and falls in love with you (me)

Gaz is so effortlessly charming. He asks if he can Venmo her money, and she has no idea what that is. Paypal? She doesn't have one. Her daughter does that, she's not very tech savvy, you know? She goes off on a tangent about having to use a typewriter to write papers in college. Gaz is undeterred--could he send it to this daughter and she could pass it on? Then again, maybe this is a teenager, and him having the number of a random teenager feels weird. He's out of time, they're deplaning. She's hard to keep track of, a short woman, but he's, well, Gaz. He spots her making for a car at the curb, the driver's door opening, and presumably the daughter getting out. Gaz makes a beeline for them. After a moment of confusion, you get introduced to Gaz, who tries to explain the situation while you're being yelled at by airport security and honked at by other drivers. It's not ideal--but he gets your number. He waits maybe an hour before texting you.

Soap is the hardest. My mom struggles so much with British accents so I think she'd get about half of what he says to start with. He'd call her bonnie (cos he's a charmer like that) and she wouldn't know what it means. I think she shows him a LOT of grandkid pictures and he's fully endeared by how she knows her oldest grandchild likes linkin park and slipknot while having no clue who they are. Soap is the one who tracks her to the pickup area and books it to your car so neither of you have to lift her luggage ("your mam said you have shoulder troubles, cannae let you make it worse, aye?"). Something something your hands brush as you reach for the same piece of luggage

Price would be a little awkward until she weasels his age out of him and then she realizes: ah! baby age! boy! (man's 40 max). I think he'd be better at getting her to talk, she's absolutely whipping out her phone (complaining about how it's old and doesn't have enough memory) and showing him pictures of the grandkids and a rundown of their hobbies and trash talking my sister's in-laws just a little. I can imagine her realizing he doesn't have a ride and volunteering you to drop him off at a hotel. You pull up to the curb and are like. Who the fuck is this man towering over my mother. He winds up in the front seat because his legs are longer and he turns so he can keep talking to your mom which is pretty sweet to be honest. You drop him off and it's not til you finally get home and start hauling luggage out that you realize he's left something in your car, maybe his phone or a watch, something important. And you heave a big sigh, haul all the luggage in, hug you mom, and trudge back to the car to drive back to the hotel. Or maybe your mom tells you to return it tomorrow, it's too late and it's raining. And the next afternoon she sends you to the hotel with fresh baked goods for him. He asks you out to lunch and suddenly it's 5 hours later and your mom thinks you're dead in a ditch somewhere because you haven't answered her texts. It's because you're too busy flirting.

[farenmaddox]

saw the WIP challenge from @wanderingcas about posting a snippet from something you're working on and getting some motivation for it. I've gotten all in my head about my post-canon SPN fic and completely stalled out on it, so I thought I'd just... try this and see if it helps.

“You’re in heaven?” Sam speaks up, when Dean can’t seem to find any words.

“Oh. Yes. I suppose that would be news. To be fair, Jack having the power to bring me there was news to me.”

Dean is so, so fucking stupid. Obviously Jack came to get Cas, that would still be part of fixing all of the shit from before, not interfering in new stuff. Obviously Cas isn’t just suffering in the Empty for eternity, holy shit. It makes him so relieved that he kind of has to lean on one of the posts for a minute.

“Dean?” Cas asks, tensing up immediately.

“M’good,” he mumbles, waving him off. He just… needs to breathe.

Sam rushes in and pulls Cas into an absolutely crushing hug, saying, “Thanks for coming. Is… is Jack...?”

“He can’t visit without violating the rules. He asked me to say hello on his behalf, though.”

“Oh,” Sam says, deflating a little. “That’s okay. Glad you’re here, anyway. Are you, uh, do you have to go back right away? Does the interference thing include, you know, talking to us?”

“I’m not Jack. I am free to do as I wish,” Cas says.

“Man, it would be nice if you wished to help us get rid of some vamp bodies,” Dean mutters, because the enormity of what just happened is slamming into him like a truck, and he kind of wants to do the rest of this debrief somewhere that isn’t covered in his own blood, maybe after getting those kids home to their deeply traumatized mother.

Cas just looks at him for a long time, but that’s not new. Dean just looks back. He’s so, so tired and there’s work to do, and this is how they operate, right? Do the job until the job’s done, and then they do the celebrating. Cas knows that as well as anybody.

“Fine,” Cas says, short and clipped. And then the bodies are just gone, and so is the blood, from one blink to the next.

Dean chuckles in spite of himself. “You that eager to get to the part where you yell at me, ya big fuckin’ hypocrite?”

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Cas flinches away from that, actually, and goes striding back out of the barn. “The children are hiding behind a large tree roughly fifteen yards that direction,” he says, waving vaguely. “I assume there wouldn’t be room in the car if you need to transport them, so I’ll meet you in town.”

Sam and Dean stare at each other.

“Jesus,” Dean mutters. “Well, it’s definitely Cas, huh?”

Sam’s face twitches. Dean’s twitches right back.

A few seconds later, they are fully busting-up, clutching-their-guts, howling-like-animals laughing. They collapse into each other’s arms, and yeah, there are a couple of tears thrown in there. Just like, a few. Because hell, Dean had been dying, literally and actually dying, and they had been having a fucking Moment, and it’s not that easy to shake off.

Eventually they get their shit together and find the boys, and they bring them to their mom, who is not great, but is obviously better for having her kids back. There’s a lot of crying going on when Sam and Dean retreat, but their job is done and the part with the tissues and trying to put lives back together doesn’t have anything to do with them.

Cas is waiting by the car when they come back out. Sam immediately rushes in and gives him another hug, the sap, saying, “Sorry, man, I just… it’s really good to see you.”

Cas gives him a huge smile and return hug. “You too, Sam,” he says.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Dean says, already making for the driver’s seat. “I can’t wait to get out of this town.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Sam says immediately.

“What?”

“Dean, it’s a fourteen-hour drive to get home from here.”

“And?”

“And I’m not having this conversation in the car! And no, I’m not sitting in the world’s most uncomfortable silence for fourteen hours either! We’re taking our happy asses to a motel or something and finishing what we started in the barn, and it wouldn’t kill us to get some sleep, either.”

Dean stutters something that is trying to be a protest, but isn’t. Sam’s just scowling at him and still pitching a bitch-fit.

“And you’re talking to Cas, too, because you obviously need to!”

“Do I get a say in this?” Cas asks with his eyebrows raised.

“No!” Dean and Sam snap at him at the same time.

“The most recent person to do self-sacrificial bullshit in this family loses voting privileges until the next person screws up,” Dean adds. Cas opens his mouth, scowling, and Dean points a finger at him. “Just now in there does not count, because I did not fucking do that on purpose and you know it.”

Cas closes his mouth.

[1heartfanfics]

Hi, I write sickfics too. But I'd love a sickfic written for me this time. Lol. Either a really sick Dean needing Sam to care for him, maybe after a really bad hunt. Or super sick TK, needing his dad to call Carlos to take of him. Or maybe a really sick Bucky, with a freaked out Peter swinging around frantic to find Steve to help the man while in the middle of a fire fight. :) Emeto galore would be much appreciated. Pretty please!!!

okay so I decided to write it for tarlos because I just watched the mid season finale, but let me know if you want me to do the supernatural one too.

Also this ended up getting a bit de-railed toward the end and being more about Owen coming to terms with the fact that T.K. has Carlos now and doesn't need him as much as he used to instead of actual caretaking. Whoops 🤷‍♀️

warning: depictions of vomit, brief mention of addiction history

T.K. had woken up with a headache. But that wasn’t uncommon, side effect of being a recovered addict he’d been told. So he didn’t think about it too much.

But it kept getting worse, even though he’d been sure to drink enough water and eat throughout the day. And then he realized when he helped Nancy lift a patient onto a gurney that his whole body ached. 

“You good?” Nancy had asked.

“Fine,” T.K. responded shortly. Nancy gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him, but she let it drop. 

By the end of their next call, he was dizzy and cold. They’d just dropped the patient at the hospital and we’re heading back to the station. 

“Hey. What’s wrong with you?” Nancy asked as she drove, glancing over at T.K., who was practically slumped against the window in the passenger seat. 

T.K. shrugged, “Not feeling super great I guess,” he admitted. 

“You need to tell Captain Vega dude,” she said as she pulled the ambulance into the station bay. 

“Shifts almost over anyway,” T.K. shrugged again, shaking his head. 

But then as soon as they’d parked the klaxon sounded. ‘Aid car BLANK requested’

“Alright then, let’s just head back out,” Tommy called from the back of the ambulance. 

Nancy shot T.K. a look. His face was pale, even more than it already had been. T.K.’s stomach, which had become increasingly upset for the past hour or so, suddenly flipped. He knew he was done for. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, then threw the door open and practically fell out, landing on his knees with a retch that brought his lunch up onto the floor of the station. 

“Woah!” Someone said, then T.K. felt a hand on his shoulder and his back. 

“Who else is a certified medic?” Another voice asked, Tommy maybe. Everything sounded far away and T.K.’s head was spinning. 

“Yo Marj! Paul!” The voice behind him yelled. Judd, T.K. could tell now.

There were footsteps approaching and then “Woah what happened to him?”

“One of you take T.K.’s place in the rig with Tommy and Nancy. The other one of y’all go get captain strand,” Judd instructed. 

T.K. could hear people running around, then the siren as the rig pulled back out of the station.

"Come on brother, let's get you up," Judd said, grabbing T.K. under his arms and pulling him to his feet. With Judd's help, he walked unsteadily over to one of the benches the firefighters use to put their boots on. As soon as he was sitting he slumped over, head in his hands as he breathed through another wave of nausea.

"T.K.? What happened?" his Dad was asking, suddenly at T.K.'s side with a hand on his shoulder.

When T.K. didn't answer Owen turned to Judd for answers.

"I just saw him spill out of the rig to hurl on the floor, that's all I know. You'd have to ask the girls but they had to run back out on a call. I sent Marj with 'em since they're down a medic," Judd shrugged.

"Thanks Judd," Owen sighed. "I've got him, you can get back to whatever you were working on."

"You sure? Cause he's looking pretty green cap," Judd pointed out.

"Son? Are you still feeling nauseous?" Owen asked.

T.K. just groaned in response, he didn't think he'd ever felt this sick in his life. It had gotten so bad so quickly. He was going to throw up again.

Thankfully Judd was on it, and a trash can magically appeared between T.K.'s knees just in time for him to heave over it. His body convulsed with another gag which brought up more of his stomach contents into the bin.

"Aw jeez kiddo," Owen muttered, sitting down beside T.K. to wrap an arm around him and rub a hand up and down his arm.

T.K. coughed and spit into the trash can, willing his stomach to stop contracting. There wasn't anything left in it to bring up. He felt so weak, like he could hardly hold himself up.

"Woah alright, I've gotcha," Judd was sitting on his other side, an arm wrapped around his chest to keep him from falling forward. T.K. dropped his head down into his hands again, elbows propped on his knees to keep himself upright.

Once Judd was confident that T.K. was stable enough, he pulled back, looking over at Owen. "We need to get him laying down," he said.

Owen nodded, "I think I'm just going to take him back to the house. You mind taking over for the rest of the day?" he asked.

"Of course cap, whatever you need," Judd agreed.

"T.K.? I'm going to get my stuff and then we'll go home okay?" Owen said, leaning down to try and meet his son's eyes.

T.K.'s eyes were shut, but he shook his head in response.

"No?" Owen asked, confused.

T.K. shook his head again, "Just call Carlos, please," he said quietly.

"Right. Of course," Owen was taken by surprise, although he really shouldn't have been. T.K. had moved in with Carlos months ago, that was his home now. And Carlos was T.K.'s person, the one he wanted to take care of him.

He looked at Judd, who nodded, silently answering Owen's unspoken request to stay with T.K. while he called Carlos.

"Your dad's calling Carlos now, I'm sure he'll be here soon to get you home. Just hang in there," Judd said, rubbing a hand over T.K.'s back.

As promised, after Owen returned from making the phone call, Carlos arrived within 10 minutes.

"Oh sweetheart," Carlos sighed when he spotted his boyfriend, hunched over a trash can.

Judd quickly stood up, allowing Carlos to take his spot. Carlos wrapped his arms around T.K., gently pulling him from the slumped position to rest against his chest. T.K. went willingly, pressing his face into Carlos's shoulder.

"Thank you for calling me," Carlos said, addressing Owen.

Owen nodded, smiling softly as he watched Carlos take care of his son. He hadn't missed the way that T.K. instantly relaxed a little at Carlos's touch.

"Let's get you home baby," Carlos said quietly. T.K. nodded, letting Carlos help him to his feet with a hand on his elbow and his waist.

"Let me know if you guys need anything," Owen told Carlos.

"Thank you," Carlos nodded, "I've got him, Owen," he added, seeing the worry on the captain's face.

Owen nodded, reaching out to softly clap Carlos on the shoulder, "I know you do." Carlos gave him one last nod, then wrapped an arm around T.K.'s waist and slowly guided him out of the station toward his car.

As much as Owen worried about T.K., he was realizing that maybe he didn't need to as much anymore. Because while most of T.K.'s previous boyfriends hadn't treated him very well, he had Carlos now. Carlos, who clearly loved and cared for T.K. so much. Owen was glad they had found each other.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 9/?

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Danny came face-to-face with green eyes.

Damian was here.

“Hey Val, can we have that order to go?”

Tucker and Sam looked toward where Danny’s attention was and immediately understood. They looked at each other before turning toward the half-ghost, worried.

“Sure thing,” Valerie said while looking a bit confused. Curiosity swam in her eyes. Sam paid for the food, and they stood to the side, silent.

“Hey Fenturd!”

Danny sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with Dash right now, especially with Damian watching.

“What do you want, Dash?”

“Because of you, I got thrown earlier. It’s time for me to return the favor,” he said while hitting his left hand with his right fist.

From the corner of his eyes, Danny saw the man, Dick, hold Damian down. His twin brother looked livid.

“Can we do this later,” he asked, “I’m not in the mood, Dash. I’ve had a pretty shitty day.”

“And it’s about to get worse.”

Danny didn’t even try to dodge the fist. He had to keep his cover, after all. It’s not as if Dash’s hit hurt anyway. His grandfather, hell, Damian has hit him harder than Dash ever could. Danny instinctively closed his eyes.

The hit never came.

When he opened his eyes, Dick held Dash’s fist.

“I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

Dick was glaring at Dash, and holy shit did he look scary. Well, he was a vigilante.

Dash flinched a bit and then backed off. But not before giving Danny a murderous look. Great, something else he would have to deal with at school. Why did these people have to show up and mess with his life? He had been doing fine until they decided to meddle.

“Here’s your order,” Valerie said. She stared at Dick and then toward Danny.

“Danyal, how could you let trash like that bother you? We taught you better than that.”

Danny scowled and ignored his twin, “Thanks, Val.”

He got the order and walked out of the diner with Sam and Tucker following behind him. It didn’t deter Damian.

“Dami,” the man, Dick, said his brother’s name in a warning tone. Who would’ve thought the precious heir would ever allow anyone to talk to him that way?

Danny felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He didn’t think. He took the hand and flipped the person attached to it. Unfortunately, Damian didn’t land on his ass but did a flip in the air before landing on his feet in a crouch.

People were staring at him. His classmates were pointing and whispering to each other. Fuck! So much for keeping a low profile. He could imagine the gossip being born.

“What do you want,” Danny asked, “You’re just ruining the life I’ve made here.”

“I want you to come home, Danyal. You belong with father and me.”

Damian saw Danyal’s face darken with anger.

“It’s Danny. And I already have a dad. His name is Jack Fenton. Leave me alone, Damian Wayne.”

“Did he just say ‘Wayne’?” People were muttering and looking through their phones. Some were even taking pictures.

“Tt,” so much for a low profile.

“Not so fun to have your cover blown, is it akhi?”

Danyal left with his two friends, leaving Damian behind.

____

John Constantine, Hellblazer, occult detective, the Laughing Magician, was not having a good time before the Bat called. Batman told John about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and he could feel himself getting an aneurism.

Who the fuck decided that putting a hit out on the denizens of the Infinite Realms was a good idea? He knew it was against them because only creatures from the Infinite Realms produced and used ectoplasm. He didn’t know much about Infinite Realms, so he sat down with as many books as he could find.

John took a swig of scotch straight from the bottle. Then, he started researching.

Contrary to what most people thought, John spent more time in books and doing research than fighting monsters and demons. He had told Bats to give him a few hours to learn more.

What he found worried him. There were very few weaknesses that these so-called ghosts had. Some of them had never been human, to begin with, and were personifications of concepts. Dreams, time, nature. They were more akin to gods.

And the bloody US government had basically declared war on these beings.

John sighed as he turned the page to the book he was reading. It was going to be a long day.

Hmm, maybe he should call for some help. Deadman might know more about the ghosts of the Infinite Realms.

Making up his mind, John started the ritual to summon the other members of Justice League Dark. Besides, what’s the point of being part of a team if you don’t get help occasionally?

____

Danny had decided to leave his friends behind. He just wanted to be alone. After what happened in Nasty Burger, Danny felt tired.

He opened the door to his house and was met with Vlad’s smirking face.

Fuck.

“Hello, Dann-o! Vlad decided to come visit us,” his dad said with feigned enthusiasm. That was a first.

His mom came from the kitchen holding cups of hot tea.

“I can see that,” Danny said, “to what do we owe this?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve found out some interesting things and wanted to make sure secrets weren’t being spilled. Yowch!”

Danny suppressed a giggle. His mom ‘accidentally’ dropped some of the tea on Vlad’s crotch.

“Oh, I am so sorry about that. Let me go get a clean towel for you.”

“I’ll be in my room,” Danny said as the chaos unfolded. Besides, he wanted to know why Plasmius was here. He knew the moment he locked himself in his room, a duplicate of the older halfa would be there.

Lo and behold, he had been right.

“So, Daniel, or should I say Danyal? It’s time we talked, hmm?”

Danny tensed. Vlad knew.

Fuck!

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[stusbunker]

Spotless: Arpeggio

Chapter Twenty

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Bobby/Annie, Pam/Lee, OFC Gibson, Ash, Benny, Cesar/Jesse, Kevin, Cas, and Charlie

Word Count: 4031

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, recreational drug use, surprise birthday guests, Dean being a giant kid, actually it's everyone, more history and an uh-oh, unbeta'd

A/N: You know how you outline bullet points that you need covered in a chapter and then you write all day long and forget one of the biggest ones until literally the last sentence? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, I can't believe we are TWENTY whole chapters into this beast. Thank you all, so SO much for hanging around. xoxo Stu

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Dean’s morning began with a blow horn blast compliments of Sam, who then received a bitch slap from his very frightened and at odds older brother. 

“Rise and shine, jerk. It’s the last year of your thirties!”

Dean groaned and buried his head beneath the pillows, poorly hiding from anymore horns. “Hephha waaff to wff agy hpp birfay”

“WHAT?! I can’t hear you?!”

Dean flipped Sam off and rolled over. “Helluva way to wish a guy Happy Birthday.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s not all.”

He pulled out a bag of the greasiest breakfast burritos from a shop around the corner from Charlies that they had discovered after being up all night gaming, drunk and caffeinated out of their minds. 

“Oh my god, you do love me!” Dean snatched the bag out of Sam’s hand and grabbed a burrito and cradled it to his chest. He looked up at Sam and said fervently, “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said to you.”

“No you don’t. You’re just hungry. You want me to leave you two alone or should I take it back downstairs where the coffee lives?”

Dean stared down at the warm lump in his hand and honestly considered eating it right away, but Sam was right and scrambled eggs and peppers were not something he wanted to clean off his sheets whenever he found them again after the coming festivities.

“Yeah, thanks, let me grab some clothes and I’ll meet you down there.”

“You got it,” Sam took the burrito back as Dean dropped it into his outstretched hand. 

“No fucking with it now, I know how it’s supposed to be wrapped,” Dean warned with a firm pointer finger.

Sam rolled his eyes and his hair along with them and stalked out of Dean’s room towards the backstairs that led into the kitchen.

They ate breakfast in relative silence, coffee and contemplation and all that. Just two brothers celebrating a year that both of them were worried wouldn’t come. Aging might be a bitch, but it is definitely better than the alternative. And for the Winchester brothers, a blessing they weren’t ever quite sure they deserved.

Charlie and you slinked in just after noon, after Dean and Sam had half-heartedly worked off their breakfasts and showered for the day. You had the most obnoxious balloon cowboy hat for him while Charlie presented him with a ‘birthday prince’ sash that he was under orders to keep on all day.

Dean eyed you both with a simmering shame-twinged annoyance. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. He already got looks when he went out as it was, plus only a douche of a grown man demands strangers acknowledge his birthday that way.

“Guys, come on. I’m not— this is a little ridiculous,” Dean didn’t want to be ungrateful.

You sighed. “Okay, fine, spoilsport. Just let us take a few pictures and you can ditch the hat.”

“Oh! The hat was the best part!” Sam lamented.

“Can it, Sammy,” Dean snipped.

Charlie chuckled. “Okay, but you can totally wear the sash where we’re going, because nobody else will even be there to see you in it, just your friends.”

Dean pursed his lips and looked the redhead in the eye, she wasn’t going to let him win. “Great—- just great.”

Lee and Benny were gonna have a field day with this one.

“Atta boy! Say CHEESE!” Charlie chirped, taking way too many shots and angles with him and his birthday attire.

They hung out and shared a joint, picking at a cheese tray that Sam had pulled out. Sure they had places to be, but that was the beauty of being the guest of honor, everything revolved around Dean-time. And as absolutely narcissistic as that sounded, Dean could get used to that kind of schedule.

The party bus arrived just before two. It was actually the band’s touring bus, which meant it was roomy and stocked to the brim with alcohol and edibles. Bud itself was never left on the bus to dry out. Inside were Benny, Cesar and Jesse, all moderately sober as they were also acting as light security detail for the day. Pam and Lee brought Gibson along, which told Dean wherever they were headed was going to be fun, however wholesome. Madison and Annie were there with Bobby upfront driving ‘The Proud Mary’ as the bus was so lovingly called. And around the table in the small kitchenette were Kevin, Ash and Cas.

Holy shit, Dean had to blink.

He turned around on the stairs and looked at you, who were the only one daring enough to pull this off. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

“What?” You smirked and batted your eyelashes with fake innocence.

Dean looked at you and felt something in his chest crack.  But before he could get overrun by the emotions, gratitude, fear, even anger, Sam cleared his throat.

“In or out, Dean, air’s on.”

Dean nodded and blinked away the awe. “Thank you,” he grunted beneath his breath and turned to the cheers and jeers of his people.

“There he is!”

“Birthday boy!”

“Hey Winchester, I like your do-hickey,” Benny teased.

“It’s a sash, dumbass,” Cesar quipped, flicking the brim of Benny’s cap.

“HAPPY BIRTH-DAY,” Pam started offkey and then everybody joined in. Dean nodded along, faux-conducting and fighting the blush on his cheeks with every out of tune note.

He bowed as the song ended and then griped, “Yeah, okay, enough of that. Let’s get this shit started, shall we?! Uh, Gibson you good to DD on the way home, buddy?”

Everyone laughed.

“UNCLE DEAN! I can’t drive yet.”

“You sure?”

“I’m only six!”

“I don’t know,” Dean said thoughtfully, bending to look the stringbean over. “I think you could pass for seven or eight maybe.”

“Nuh-uh!”

Dean ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug. “Fine! I’ll let Bobby keep his spot for today, but when you get your license, come talk to me about a job young man,” Dean promised.

Dean eased onto the bus, with you and Sam on his heels until you broke off to find a seat. He nodded and accepted hugs and high fives before he made his way to the table in the back, well that section’s back. The bunks and the bathroom were down a short hallway past the eating area and bar.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming,” Dean said broadly, but his eyes couldn’t stop looking for Cas’.

“Of course, man! Gotta celebrate another trip around the sun,” Ash exclaimed, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Kevin sniggered as he looked up at Dean and back across to Cas. “You know he’s real and everything.”

“He even speaks,” Cas deadpanned, turning his glare at Kevin.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean felt the lurch of the bus entering traffic and panic resurfaced. “Good to see you. But, uh, we’ll catch up at some point? I gotta,” Dean sputtered and thumbed toward the general direction of the side-by-side seats along one wall.

“Of course,” Cas nodded, but gave Dean a tentative smile. Dean felt lightheaded but he felt better when he had a solid seat underneath his ass. Talk about a mindfuck. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and silently thanked the universe that he agreed to these super secret, group, birthday shenanigans.

The adventure park was suspiciously abandoned, even for a weekend day. But Dean took it as part of the present, no paps, no families with kids too young for school clogging up the Skee Ball lanes or having accidents on the go karts. He was kind of amazed y’all were able to pull this off, but it was far enough away from the busier parts of town that maybe you had scored a good deal. Or maybe Dean didn’t want to think about how much you and Sam and probably Bobby had shelled out for the day.

Even after years of his own success, Dean felt guilty whenever people spent money on him.

“Okay, line up for your wristbands. Everyone gets one, if you run out of tokens, tough luck. Laser Tag and Go Karts are available if we ask, just make sure there’s a big enough group to make up for the staff being pulled to those locations. Pizza will be set out as a buffet at five. I’ll get pitchers of water and soda out in the meantime,” you used a teacher's voice over the rowdy crowd as they beelined out of the bus and up to the gates.

Dean was almost giddy; he was so excited.

You bestowed a lanyard over his head, instead of a wristband. Which meant unlimited tokens for games and a turn in the vortex machine where paper tickets floated around and he was supposed to catch them for prizes. He was banking on letting Gibson take that responsibility, but hadn’t said anything because he knew Pam hated to spoil him, especially on someone else’s birthday. Oh well, being a surrogate Uncle held some leeway afterall.

“First one to the gokarts is a rotten egg!” Ash called out, making everyone turn on their heels and book it through the doors.

Dean laughed at the reversion to grade school taunts, but definitely tripped Sam on his way passed.

Somehow, Bobby and Annie got the first kart, but then again Dean didn’t remember seeing them as you made your little announcement, so they must have had a head start. The line was a mass of people bickering for a turn, which color kart they wanted, or which number if you were Charlie and Kevin. Dean had his shotgun attached at his hip, bouncing on the soles of his feet. But everytime he glanced up and saw Cas talking to Sam or nodding at something Pam said, he had to do a double take.

In all, they filled nearly all the available twelve karts. Dean and Gibson were in number 11, Lee, Benny, Pam, Cas, Ash, Kevin, Cesar, Jesse and Charlie all drove solo. While Sam and Madison, Bobby and Annie paired off. No one could get you in one of those things if they tried, and they all knew better than to try. Which Dean was grateful for, he hated rehashing your shit for other people’s understanding.

They did four lap races for almost an hour, with Dean sneaking past Bobby for the final victory. But everyone (except for Ash and Charlie) had lost count of their stats by the time they got inside to chug some soda and hit the arcade area before dinner.

Dean was sweating, faux satin clinging to his back through his shirts as he polished off a cup of flat cola. But he couldn’t keep the grin off his face long, seeing all of his favorite people milling around, trying to one up each other or just beat one another to a coveted game. It was the stuff of childhood birthdays he had only ever dreamed about, but you had made possible.

Lee held Gibson on his shoulders as they took Sam on at the free throw alleys. Charlie and Madison were playing some kind of shooting game while Kevin and Cesar watched them, obviously impressed by their stances with the fake rifles. It made him think of Jo and Big Buck Hunter for the briefest moment, but he tucked that away and chose to relish in the moment instead. Cas and Jesse were at the air hockey table and Bobby and Ash huddled by the wall of Skeeball machines, not partaking themselves, just watching you as you sank ball after ball into the 300 or better rings.

Dean couldn’t pick what he wanted to do next, so he just watched for a few minutes, soaking in the joy around him.

Eventually, his stomach chose for him. The pizzas were delivered in a tidy row down a side table of every cheap topping option available. There was even a mushroom option, which was probably the only thing close to a vegetable in the place, but it meant Sam couldn’t bitch. Everyone chowed down, standing and sitting in hodgepodge groupings, laughing and debating on what to do next.

Pam was comparing Cas’ and Kevin’s tattoos as Dean approached, paper plate firmly in hand, chewing as he silently butt into the conversation.

“Looks good, I mean, he’d hate them, but you know that would only be for show,” Pam said about the late Rufus.

“Yeah,” Cas agreed, pulling his arm back.

“Crotchety old bastard,” Dean added between bites.

“May he rest in peace,” Pam added, respect and mirth flitted in her eyes.

“So, Cas, how’s the kid and the band and fucking everything?” Pam changed the subject.

“Uh, we’re—- making progress,” Cas said simply, clearly unsure what to do with Dean’s presence. He worried at his lip ring like he always did when he was uncomfortable, but Dean was too damn curious and stubborn to take the hint.

“They’re finding their sound, it’s kind of cool to see it happen. You should go with me sometime to their rehearsals. It’s very organic,” Kevin explained. “It’s like they can sense what the other is thinking and just go for it.”

Dean couldn’t even pretend that that didn’t sting.

He cleared his throat. “So, where do you guys practice?”

“Oh— my place,” Cas said.

The fact that Kevin had been hanging with Cas and getting tattoos was one thing. The fact that he was in on this new band and its budding chemistry all while getting to spend time in Cas’ space was nothing short of getting his knees kicked out.

Not to mention, Cas had barely a townhouse with only one extra bedroom. He always preferred to live simply, as he put it.

“How does that work?”

Pam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, seeing where this was going better than Dean. “Are you a garage band, Cas?”

He just shrugged.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you meant by organic,” he said to Kevin.

“Not exactly— that’s part of it, but I don’t know if it’s like some gene thing or a psychic connection. They’re just really good together.”

Pamela inhaled as Dean squinted at Cas, who had gone stock still with Kevin’s words.

“Gene thing?”

“Dean—,” Pamela warned.

“Oh, crap,” Kevin said, realizing too late that Dean was apparently more in the dark than he’d known.

Castiel remained silent, eyes boring into Dean, waiting for the explosion. It made Dean sick to realize that Cas was afraid of him, of his temper, still.

Dean set down his slice of pizza and squared his shoulders, trying to keep it civil. To not be that guy anymore. “Cas, come on man. What’s that about? He some long lost cousin or something?”

“Jack’s my kid, actually.”

Dean sputtered. “Yeah right, nice one.”

Everyone glared at him.

“You’re serious? How? When? I would have fucking noticed if you had actually boned down some chick—- I mean how old is he?”

Cas rolled his eyes and Dean had the sinking sensation that absolutely none of this was his business. But Cas had been his best friend for most of their lives— it was important information to have, even if it was twenty years too late.

Kevin and Pam silently agreed to disappear, but Dean couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. They were there and then they were gone.

“Dean,” Cas chastised.

“No— I deserve to know. I mean, what the hell? A kid?”

Cas raised his eyebrow, the one with the damn ring in it and Dean wanted, not for the first time, to yank it out.

“Kind of like I— like we deserved to know you were in an underground fighting ring? Like you had some sort of deathwish pact with a pimp and a known murderer?”

Dean felt an icy chill run down his spine, his hands instantly turned to fists and he had to breathe to keep the rage at bay. But his chest was so tight and the shame had become worms in his stomach. He wasn’t going to puke at his own birthday party, not from something as pathetic as his own mistakes. Alcohol would have been an easier taste in his mouth.

The party continued around them, but Dean didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

Cas seemed to register that and looked down at his boots before meeting Dean’s eye once more. “Dean, I’m sorry— that— that was uncalled for.” 

Dean swallowed down the bile and exhaled.

He unclenched his fists, shaking them slightly to feel something other than overwhelming emotion, the kind he’d need a few sessions with Missouri to even name.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean grunted, head down as he got himself together.

“Dean— we should talk, but I can’t really explain myself in front of everyone.”

Dean hummed.

“It’s just— I think there’s a lot we never got off our chests and it only made the last couple of years harder— on both of us.”

“It seems like everyone else already knows your business, Cas. Just kind of sucks to be the last to know.”

Cas nodded, eyes still tight, still on guard.

“But I guess the way I was— kind of makes sense. I didn’t deserve to know.”

Cas’ face softened. “Dean— that’s not. Let’s not, right now. Later. Okay?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Dean inched around the corner, weapon drawn and head on a swivel. He couldn’t see much, but endless nooks for the enemy to hide. The arena was dark, out of necessity, but it only added to the adrenaline pumping through him. Dean nodded to his teammate and they spun around the next edge, fingers on their triggers as they stood back to back. 

He really wished they had communication between the other members of Green Team, but that was just rich people thinking for a family entertainment center. It wasn’t like they were storming the beaches of Normandy here.

Something moved in his periphery but before Dean could turn you shot behind him, getting Kevin square in the chest. You both watched as Kevin fell dramatically to the floor, one down, five more to go.

“Nice shot,” Dean said out of the corner of his mouth.

“I feel like that was too easy,” you replied, searching the area while you whispered.

“Might have been a scout,” Dean agreed.

“Yeah, but—” 

He felt you shift behind him and he rounded to cover you, but Benny was already there, a near wall of guns behind him. 

“It was a fire fight!” Ash screamed out of his spot above them, taking Charlie out with the distraction.

You kept your body turned, lessening their target and fired without even blinking, but Sam had height on you and you ended up taking each other out. Dean, unable to make a shot connect, cursed, turned tail, and ran, ducking down a ladder and trying to loop back on Benny and Pam.

Three down to his team’s one, that he knew of, still good odds.

But then he saw Jesse sitting with his back against a wall, clearly down. Dean needed to find Cas and Cesar yesterday. Or they wouldn’t be able to call it in their favor. He crouched down and checked his back, without you to watch his six he felt extra exposed, though he kept to the edges, using the shadows to his advantage.

He heard whispering and he immediately hit the deck, rolling until he was flush with wall length-wise. But the voices stopped about ten feet away, either on the level above him or around the corner out of sight. Dean waited, gun drawn and senses on overdrive.

The telltale electronic chime of a chest plate activating sounded off and the voices turned from whispers to shouts of shock. Someone had gotten Pam. 

Which meant that Lee and Benny were the only ones left from Sam’s team.

And Lee was alone looking to the rafters from the sounds of it.

Dean army-crawled around the corner and got Lee from underneath, his cackle of victory the only way Lee even knew he was there.

“You sonofabitch!” Lee griped, helping Dean up before disappearing to the land of misfit toys, aka following Pam to the nearest exit.

Cesar appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and nodded Dean back to the rest of the team. Cas and Ash were still alive and kicking, strategizing on how to find or draw out Benny. But before Dean could turn and let Cesar back into the huddle, his chest piece crackled to life: Benny had shot him in the back.

Dean waved him off, trying to catch up with Benny’s trail, as Ash and Cas flanked him widely. They tried to cast a broad net, but instead they left too much space and Benny wound around them and took Ash out without Dean or Cas even seeing him.

Dean looked at Cas and Cas nodded, doubling back and letting Dean take point. 

It felt like hours, but really it only took maybe five more minutes of creeping around the obstacles in the center of the arena for Dean to catch sight of Benny. His sturdy frame ducked behind a pillar as Dean slowly followed. But he was too slow, because Benny had spun around and had his gun on Dean’s back plate before Dean could move.

“Bang bang,” Benny taunted, but he didn’t pull the trigger. He wanted Dean to surrender, but that wouldn’t do anything unless… Benny didn’t know Cas was still out there.

Dean held up his arms, but he didn’t drop his weapon.

“Alright, cher, nice and easy,” Benny coaxed Dean to turn face him.

“You got me,man,” Dean huffed, playing it up.

“Well, even the Birthday Prince loses sometimes.”

Then Benny’s chest flashed to life.

“What the—”

“And sometimes they still win,” Cas’ deadpan interrupted Benny’s surprise.

“Nice one, Cas!” Dean held up his hand for a high five, but Cas just cocked his head as the overheads snapped on, blinding them all in sudden light.

It wasn’t the first time that Dean thought Cas had some super-human senses. And he was happy to think that it probably wasn’t the last time either. Not anymore.

Everything considered, Gibson won the day. Every single adult, even Kevin, forked over the prize tickets they had wracked up on their wristbands for Gibson to exchange for a four foot long stuffed dog from some show or another. Dean fist bumped him and helped him carry the thing back onto the bus. But before Dean could haul himself up the first step, Sam pulled him back to the curb.

“Here— don’t say I never got you anything.” Sam handed him a massive rainbowed Slinky.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see that! This is awesome,” Dean geeked out. “Thanks, man.”

Sam just shook his head and grinned.

Everyone got back on the bus and started in on the adult beverages as you sorted the tab and made sure everything was alright with the staff. Dean sat on his hands, forcing himself not to run back in and add on his own tip. He really did trust you, but some habits were hard to break. 

“Ready?” Dean heard Bobby ask you before cranking the door shut.

The bus rumbled off the curb and into the neverending traffic of the city at night. But they had everything they could possibly need on board. And when you sat down in the spot beside him, Dean couldn’t think of a single thing that could make his birthday any better.

He looked over at you and smiled, soft, just a hint of it on his lips, trying to keep himself from saying something stupid. You rolled your eyes and smiled back. And yeah, today might have been one for the books. But there were still chapters left unwritten between you two and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wait anymore to find out what they’d said.

Then his phone rang. “Dean? Happy birthday! How did you want to go celebrate?”

It was Bela.

He had completely forgotten to invite Bela.

And apparently, somehow, so had you.

Fuck.

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Chapter 22: Dolce

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Save a Horse (D.R.W/S.F.K)

Summary: Danny convinces Sam to go to a new line dancing bar in town. A gay bar. On a steal night. When they’re both secretly head over heels in love with each other. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (minors DNI), some angst

Word Count: 11.3 k

Warnings: they’re both oblivious idiots so it takes them a fat minute to confess their feelings, major douche oc, non-consensual touching (not graphic), smut, oral sex, anal sex (fingering and penetration), Sam’s a bottom what’s new

A/N: I would like to thank @hearts-hunger for posting a random short blurb about Danny dragging Sam along to a line dancing bar, that was what first put the idea in my head that led to… all this. Thank you for reading!

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“Will you please just come with me tonight, Sam? You have nothing better to do anyways!” Danny pleads with the other man.

"For the last time, Daniel,” Sam replied, stressing his name as he closes the empty cabinet usually filled with alcohol and turns towards him, “You know me, I don’t line dance. I don’t even listen to country music.”

“It’s easy, just let me lead? Listen I really want to check this new place out, Austin told me about it last week, and I can’t go alone. He said tonight is bring your own partner night and to be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to ask anyone else.” He says quietly, looking down at the countertop as he mindlessly traces shapes onto the surface of it with his finger. “I’ve never been, but Austin promised it’s not like, too ‘hick’ of a bar.”

Sam sighs, bracing himself on the same counter with both hands as he leans towards Danny. “Fine. BUT, before you go looking too excited its only because; one, I’m out of all my good alcohol, two, you keep flashing those big doe eyes at me and you know I always give in when you look all sad like that, and three, I’m taking Austin’s word that it’s not ‘too hick’.” Danny beams at the other man, mood already lifting as Sam continues, “What’s this place called anyways? Have I ever heard of it?”

“I doubt you have, Austin told me it’s downtown and pretty underground, even for a new place.” He scratches the back of his head, focusing once again on the counter in front of him as he mumbles the rest of his answer. “He said it’s called uh… Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”

Sam raises his eyebrows, “I’m sorry you might have to speak up because, to me, it sounded like you just said this bar wasn’t ‘too hick’ and right after, told me that it was called fucking Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”

Danny briskly makes his way towards the front door as Sam trails behind him, speaking fast enough to prevent Sam from interrupting him, but not so fast he would have to stop and repeat himself. “You already agreed to go, I promise it’ll be fun, I’ll pick you up at 8, kay byeee.” He blurts out, shutting the door in Sams’ face.

“Thanks Daniel, alright see you then Daniel.” Sam grumbles out, voice laced with annoyance at his friends speedy departure. He catches his reflection in the mirror by his door, noticing his old band tee and unbrushed hair for the first time that day. “Oh god. What the fuck do I even wear?”

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Pulling into Sam’s driveway at 8:26 pm, only 26 minutes late (which Danny was considering record speed), he sat nervously in the driver’s seat waiting on his friend. He fidgets with a few strands of hair, his racing mind fueled by anxiety suddenly deciding that it must look horrible down, despite the time he spent in front of his mirror at home fixing almost every single curl until it sat just perfect. Flipping the cover up on the mirror of his sun visor he begins pulling his hair into a loose ponytail, leaving the bottom half out as he feared the old hair tie he kept in his car for emergencies wouldn’t be strong enough to hold all of it. Making eye contact with himself in the small mirror, he lets out a shaky breath. “Relax Danny, this is fine, it’s fine. Are you going line dancing with your best friend who you’ve stupidly been in love with since 8th grade? Yeah, but it’s fine. Completely platonic…right?”

He slams the visor up, groaning as his head falls back in frustration, hitting the head rest. “Yeah, I am so fucked.” he whispers before the passenger door swings open and Sam all but throws himself into the seat.

“Well, well, well,” Sam says in an exaggerated Southern accent, “Lookin’ mighty fine there Daniel.” He eyes the other man, attention going from the black crystal necklace Danny rarely took off, to his Howlin’ Wolf muscle tee, down his long legs clad in loose fit dark blue jeans, and finally catching a glimpse of his black lace-up combat boots. Sam secretly adored when Danny wore them around him, as the soles made him an inch or two taller than he already was, causing Sam to have to look up ever so slightly at Danny when in close proximity. “Surprised to see you’re not in cowboy boots. Your pair too classy for Bradley’s Honky Tonk?”

Danny rolls his eyes, putting his car into reverse and backing out of Sam’s driveway. He almost misses Sam’s sharp inhale as he places his hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat, allowing him to turn enough to look out the back window; instead he ignores it, thinking he must have imagined something out of hope.

“Shut the fuck up Sam.” Danny replies with no real malice or annoyance behind his words. “And I was thinking about wearing them but changed my mind, didn’t like how they looked with these jeans.” He glances over at Sam as he puts his car into drive, taking in the tiger’s eye pendant around his throat, his maroon button up with only the bottom two buttons done, down to his faded blue jeans and brown Chelsea boots, his eyes finally coming back up to settle on Sam’s freshly washed hair, now held back in a loose French braid. “You can’t say shit about my outfit, Sammy. Button that shirt a little more and swap those Chelsea boots for a worn pair of cowboy boots and you’ll fit right in with half the crowd.”

Sam dramatically gasps, slapping his hand over his heart and putting on his best act at being offended by the other man’s jest. “How could you say that to me Daniel? Comparing me to true Tennessee country boys; and I thought we were friends.” He gives Danny one last sad look before he drops the bit, and lets a full grin spread across his face.

Danny gives him an amused chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he lightheartedly grumbles, “God you’re such a drama queen.” under his breath.

“True, but that’s why you love me.”

Danny feels his face heat, sure that his cheeks are tinted pink from Sam’s passing comment. Lucky for him, Sam doesn’t notice as his attention is caught by something sitting on the back seat.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Sam says, confusing Danny momentarily before he reaches behind the driver’s seat and pulls out the worn black leather cowboy hat Danny had decided to grab at the last minute. With a shit-eating grin plastered on his face he settles the hat on his own head, causing Danny to choke on his own spit after looking over. His face turns an even fiercer shade of pink as he not only coughs for air, but also tries to keep the fluttering of his heart at bay.

“You brought a fucking cowboy hat? Yeah, ok and I’m the one that could ‘fit right in’.” Sam teases, too amused to question the state of his best friend.

After regaining the ability to fully breathe, Danny reaches over, snatching the hat off his head and tossing it behind him and out of Sam’s reach. “Hey, what the fuck-“ Sam starts.

He’s cut off by Danny, still blushing vividly and trying to keep his voice even. “Uh there’s kind of this ‘rule’ that you should know about. With cowboy hats. So you don’t accidently give someone the wrong vibe tonight.” He glances nervously over at Sam, who’s staring at him with mild confusion painted across his face. “They say, ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’. Uh, basically it means if someone puts their cowboy hat on you, or you take someone else’s hat, it means that they, and/or you, want to… fuck.”

“Oh.” Sam replies, staring out the windshield. Oh. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he clears his throat, hoping to ease the tension that had settled between them. “Well uhm, thanks for the heads up.”

“Yep, mhm, yeah uh no problem.” Danny mumbles out. Well that was fucking smooth. God you’re such an idiot, he probably knows and just never wanted to say anything. He’s pulled from his thoughts as they arrive at the bar, its name illuminated in neon rainbow lights. Struggling to find a parking spot, he drives a block down, eventually finding an empty space in the lot of a random mom and pop stop style restaurant already closed for the night. “Busier than I thought it would be.” Danny comments half to himself as the men get out of the car.

“Hey Danny boy,” Sam calls over the hood of the car, “Don’t forget that cowboy hat, partner.”

Danny rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Fuck off Sam.” he replies, before opening the back door of his car and grabbing the hat off the floor where it had fallen. He places the hat on his head, earning a teasing wolf whistle from Sam, before he locks his doors and makes his way towards his friend.

The pair start towards the bar, passing small groups of people and couples already leaving the bar, stepping out for a smoke break, or heading inside like Sam and Danny were. They pass a group of women all standing around in a semi-circle laughing and talking while puffing on various cigarettes and vape pens. In their platform heels, they were all taller than both boys, with flashy and over the top outfits, hair, and makeup.

A woman near the center of the group with blond hair piled impossibly tall on her head eyes Danny. Her long nails are painted blood red, the end of a cigarette between her fingers, burning dangerously close to the lacquer. She wore a cropped leather jacket in a similar shade almost fully zipped up, and tight leather shorts with fishnet stockings. Her cowgirl boots gave her maybe an inch of height, yet she still towered over Sam and Danny as they passed.

“Love the hat, sweetie.” She says in Danny’s direction, winking at the end of her sentence, surprising both boys with a voice deeper than either expected.

“Oh uhm, thank you ma’am.” Danny replies nervously, continuing along the path with Sam by his side.

Once out of the earshot of the group, Sam voices what both men were thinking. “So that was a drag queen, yeah?”

“Yeah, think they all were.” answers Danny, nerves creeping into him.

Sure, Austin was gay, but he didn’t want to assume that it was a gay bar just because he was. And he would have told Danny it was a gay bar… right? Whatever, he thought, either way it was too late to back down now.

The pair arrive at the door and, after showing one of the bouncers stationed at the entrance their ID’s, enter the building. Their senses are immediately bombarded, from the rainbow strobe lights, to the intense smell of sweat, to the blaring music. Danny manages to recognize the song, despite the cacophony of noise surrounding him.

“But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me

Like a rhinestone cowboy

Ridin’ out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo.”

Ok, definitely more of a queer country song but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?

Unlike Danny, Sam does not recognize the song or pay any mind to it, instead taking in the room before him. It’s interesting, Sam thinks to himself, most of the people dancing together are same sex couples. Huh, wouldn’t expect to see that in a Tennessee line dancing bar.

Danny clears his throat, grabbing the other boys attention as he leans in to talk over the music; “Want to go get a drink first?”

“Do you even have to ask?” he replies, already making his way towards the bar.

They find it packed, and Danny just manages to squeeze in as a woman with short, buzzed hair and dark purple lipstick walks away drink in hand, leaving a spot open. Sam presses himself against Danny’s back, leaning in to talk right into Danny’s ear. He doesn’t hear the hitch in Danny’s breath as their bodies make contact, music and conversation drowning it out as he begins to speak. “Hey, I think I just saw a table for two open up, I’ll go save us some seats. Order me something? I don’t care what, surprise me.”

Danny half turns to respond, but Sam is already halfway across the room, making a beeline for the only empty table left in the venue. He smiles at his friend’s dedication, turning again towards the wall of alcohol behind the counter and catches the eye of one of the bartenders as she makes her way towards him.

“What can I get you tonight, hun?” she questions, drying her hands on a bar rag as she waits for his answer.

“Uh Rum and Coke for me, please.” He starts.

She grabs a nearby glass, reaching for a bottle behind her. “And for your boyfriend?”

Danny’s heart skips a beat. “What?”

She looks at him expectantly. “That man that just walked away from you, maroon shirt, long hair in a braid. You ordering for him?”

She thinks Sam and I are a couple. Danny’s cheeks flush as he tries to organize his thoughts enough to order something for Sam. “Oh uh, yeah. He’ll have a Dirty Shirley.”

“You got it.” She sets Danny’s drink down in front of him, replacing the bottles she had used and grabbing new ones from the heavily stocked shelf behind her.

“Oh, and can you put 4 Maraschino Cherries in instead of just one or two?”

She smiles at him, “Of course, hun. Your man got a sweet tooth?”

He looks down at his drink, indulging himself in the idea of Sam being his man for a few seconds. “Yeah, something like that.”

He glances in Sam’s direction as she makes his drink, only to find Sam already staring directly at him. He quickly looks away when he makes eye contact with Danny, seeming to be extremely intrigued by the lights near the DJ’s table all of a sudden.

Why was he staring at me? Maybe I’m taking too long. Did he blush? No, don’t be stupid Danny, it’s just the lighting.

The bartender pulls Danny’s attention away from the man across the room still avoiding his gaze by setting Sam’s drink down in front of him. “Here ya are, hun.”

Danny thanks her, pays for the drinks, and makes his way through the various throngs of people gathered here and there, both drinks in hand. He approaches the table, setting down their glasses as Sam looks at his, and finally looks at Danny again, a wide smile on his face.

“A Dirty Shirley with 4 Maraschino Cherries, how’d you know?”

Danny returns his smile and shrugs, “It’s your favorite. And the last time Jake came back with our drinks and yours only had 2 cherries instead of 4 like you asked, you got all pouty for like 30 minutes, how could I forget?”

Sam’s smile softens as he takes in Danny’s features, watching the path of his hand bring his glass to his mouth to take a sip. His eyes linger on Danny’s lips for longer than he cares to admit, watching his tongue flit out to lick them. He tears his gaze away, looking upwards to find Danny already softly looking at him. Sam’s cheeks redden as he looks down at his own drink, praying that Danny didn’t notice the bright blush on his face in this light, or the fact that he was not-so-platonically staring at his lips.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, hopefully the line isn’t too long.” Danny starts. “Watch my drink for me, will you?”

Sam looks up at his friend again and attempts to ignore what had just happened by nonchalantly popping one of the cherries into his mouth. “You got it.”

With that Danny walks away from the table, following the signs pointing towards the bathroom until he disappears out of sight. Sam groans, leaning forward until his forehead hits the cool resin of the table.

I need to not be sober to make it through the rest of this night, jesus christ. He sits up again, grabbing his glass and bypassing the thin straw intended for sipping, instead taking a large gulp of his drink, letting the familiar refreshing taste calm his nerves momentarily.

He places the glass back on the table, too focused on the action and his nerves still making his stomach twist to notice the, quite sparkly, man approaching him.

“Howdy there, sugar. Such a damn shame to see such a sad look on such a pretty man’s face.” He smiles at Sam, before continuing. “Been watchin’ you since you walked in here. What happened? Your boyfriend leave you all on your lonesome?”

Sam looks the man up and down, from the white cowboy hat on top of his head, to the embroidered and bedazzled black button up shirt, down to his slim black bootcut jeans, adorned with the largest and flashiest belt buckle Sam had ever seen, and finally landing on the expensive looking black cowboy boots on his feet, complete with silver heel and toe fittings.

He sits in the seat across from Sam, the one he had saved for Danny. Sam eyes the man, reaching over and sliding Danny’s glass away from the stranger, towards his now half-empty drink. He looks the man straight in the eye, still not returning his smile. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well it looks like he ain’t tryin hard to be, leavin you all alone and all.”

Sam rolls his eyes, looking down at his drink in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the contents around. “It’s not like that, he’s just a friend. And I’m sorry I don’t mean to sound rude but, can I help you?”

The man barks out a laugh. “Hell that was just about the funniest damn thing I’ve heard all day. ‘He’s just a friend’. You’re tellin’ me he brought you to a gay line dancin’ bar, on a steal night, and he ain’t tryin’ to get any further than ‘just friends’. I’m sorry but that is bull fucking shit, sugar.”

Sam zones the man’s voice out for a second, too lost in thought.

Oh my god. This is a gay bar. That explains… so much. Wait did… did Danny know this was a gay bar? No, he would have told me if he knew.

“Anyways, darlin’, I was actually hoping you could help me. My name’s Dawson. Dallas Dawson.”

Sam gives Dallas a blank stare, mind still caught up with all the new information he had provided to Sam about the bar, his mind unintentionally wandering to Danny’s intentions.

Where the fuck is Danny?

“This is the part where you tell me your name, doll.” Dallas laughs, it feels cruel to Sam, as if it’s at his expense. “Sure as hell is a good thing you’re pretty.”

There it is. God this guy is an asshole.

“Samuel. My name is Samuel.” He responds, not caring if he sounded cold to Dallas.

“Well then Sammy boy, pleased to make your acquaintance. This your first time at a line dancin’ joint?”

Danny’s the only one that can call me Sammy.

He clears his throat, offering a brief, “Yep.”, and nothing else.

“Well then, looks like we can help each other, sugar. Since your friend ain’t here, and ‘don’t got any intentions with you’, how’s about I buy you a cold Budweiser and we get to know each other better. Maybe get a dance or two in, I can show you the ropes.” He punctuates his last sentence with a wink, smugly smiling at Sam as if he just used the world’s best pick up line.

God I fucking hate Budweiser.

“Actually, we just got drinks, although I’m sure he appreciates the offer.” Relief floods Sam as he sees Danny approach their table. “And, he agreed to be designated driver tonight so probably shouldn’t have more than what he’s already got.”

Dallas looks between Sam and Danny, scoffing as he sizes Daniel up. “Well looky here folks, looks like Sammy boys keeper came back for him.”

“Not his keeper, just an old friend. Which, speaking of, I sure would love for you to stay and chat but,” the sarcasm in his voice is almost palpable, and Sam begins to worry that Dallas might try to start something with Danny based off the way his jaw is clenched as he stares the other man down. “Sam and I haven’t seen each other in a while, have a lot of catching up to do.” Danny flashes Dallas a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and steps to the side, signaling for Dallas to get out of his chair.

Dallas looks over at Sam, offering a genuine smile. “Well darlin’, I know when I’m not wanted.” He stands up, winking at Sam before continuing. “Hope to see you around, Sammy.” He takes one final look at Danny before walking off into the crowd.

Sam lets out a sigh of relief and slides Danny’s drink back across the table towards him as he takes the seat previously occupied by Dallas.

“Are you ok, Sammy?” Daniel asks, genuine concern in his voice and painted across his features. He resists the urge to reach out and take Sam’s hand in his own; to gently rub his knuckles with his thumb to comfort him.

He looks at Danny, forcing a smile onto his face. “Yeah, that guy was such a douche, am I right?” He laughs lightly, trying to clear his mind and the air between them. “You are surprisingly good at lying, Daniel Wagner. Care to explain that?” He cocks his eyebrow at the other man, awaiting his response.

Danny shrugs, “Anything to get that asshole away from you.”

Sam offers a small smile to him, “Thank you, I appreciate it. So uh, subject change but, this is a gay bar.”

“Yeah, kinda have pieced that together over the evening. I promise, I didn’t know. Austin just told me this was a new line dancing bar, I swear he never mentioned anything about it being a gay bar.” Danny blurts out, worried that Sam might think he’s trying to make unwanted advances.

“Don’t worry, I believe you.” He smiles at Danny, a genuine smile, which helps ease the anxiety building in the other man. “Also, Dallas the Douchebag Dawson said something about this being a steal night? Do you know what that means?”

Danny’s face drops as suddenly, all the pieces click together.

Oh, I am going to kill Austin. He is pretty much the only person that knows about my feelings for Sam, and now that I think about it, he was the one to suggest I ask Sam to come with me tonight. Slick bastard.

“Uh, yeah I do actually. Sometimes bars will hold ‘steal nights’, where the whole point of it is to steal someone else’s partner mid dance. There’s a rule where you’re not supposed to steal someone’s partner if they’re new to it, but if you’d like to leave I completely understand.” Danny avoids looking at Sam by taking a long swig of his slightly watered-down drink.

“I know how much you wanted to come tonight, Danny. I’m fine staying.” Sam says as softly as he can while still being able to be heard over the noise surrounding them.

Danny looks at Sam surprised, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I know this wasn’t your scene anyways and after that asshat and the whole misunderstanding about the bar, I don’t want to make you stay if you don’t want to.”

“Yes Daniel, I’m sure.” he reassures. “Besides, you need to show me how to line dance. You wouldn’t make me come all the way out here just to go home without a dance, would you?”

Danny’s face lights up, “Really?” he questions eagerly.

“No, I was just fucking with you for shits and giggles.” Sam deadpans before letting a smile grace his features once more. “Yes, really. After we finish our drinks, I expect you to swoop me off my feet on that dance floor.”

Danny laughs, full and bright, “Alright then, sounds like a deal then, Sammy.” His gaze lingers on his best friend for a few moments longer, before he forces himself to look out at the sea of people occupying the dance space as they sip their drinks in comfortable silence. Sam is the first one to break it when a song he recognizes starts playing.

“Holy shit Danny, I actually know this one.” he says, grinning at his friend.

“Well then, sounds like the perfect song to start teaching you the basics of line dancing. That is, if you’re finished with your drink.”

Sam dramatically stands, swooping his hands out in front of him in a grand gesture and bowing slightly. “Lead the way, Daniel.”

Danny laughs, hopping off his chair and grabbing Sam’s wrist as he passes him, pulling him along behind him as they make their way to the dance floor. He finds a corner of the room that isn’t too populated, hoping that the pair would have a little extra wiggle room for Sam to get the hang of it. Still holding onto Sam’s wrist, he pulls him closer, leaning down slightly to make sure Sam can hear him over the music, now louder on the dance floor.

“Ok so all I can say is, go with the flow, twirls and spins are like half of it, let me lead, and make sure you have at least one hand on me at all times. That’s like the main contact point of line dancing.” Danny looks at Sam, obvious nerves and slight panic written on his face. He brings the hand not holding his wrist up to his opposite bicep and gives him a comforting squeeze, waiting until Sam brings his gaze up to Danny’s to continue. “Hey, it’ll be fine, I promise. Feel the music, let me lead.” He smiles reassuringly down at him, feeling warmth rise in his chest when Sam does the same.

“Yeah, ok. Let you lead. Alright. I got this. I’m ready.” Sam’s heart flutters in his chest when Danny brings his hands down to hold Sam’s before he’s suddenly pushed away from him, both men holding the other at arm’s length. Danny pulls him right back in almost immediately, letting go of one of his hands and placing it on Sam’s hip to guide him into a spin. He slightly stumbles at the end and falls into Danny, not expecting the sudden turn and having almost no traction in his boots. His unoccupied right hand flies up to Danny’s pec, as Danny’s left hand finds a place on Sam’s lower back, steadying him against his front.

Danny stares down at him, their faces mere inches away from each other, and is sure his heart is racing. He prays to every god who will listen in that moment that Sam can’t feel it from where his hand rests on his chest. He is… so beautiful.

Holy shit, why is his heart beating so fast? He’s probably just worried I’ll fall or make a fool out of him. With this thought Sam immediately straightens, slightly pulling away from the other man.

“Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” Danny apologizes. Sam doesn’t miss the way his hand leaves his lower back, moving to hover near Sam’s free hand before he asks, “You alright to continue?”

With the comfort of Danny checking in with him, Sam finds a small amount of confidence and makes the first move, slotting his hand into Danny’s and taking a step towards him again. “Yeah, thanks. When I said I expected you to sweep me off my feet, I didn’t mean literally.”

Danny laughs lightly, “Yeah, again my bad. I’ll give you a warning next time.” He smiles and repeats his previous moves, pausing before spinning Sam again to offer a heads up to the other man. This time Sam doesn’t slip, and his hand perfectly lands right back into Danny’s at the end of his turn. “Hey that was great! You’re a natural, Sammy.”

Sam laughs, looking up at his best friend, “I think you’re giving me too much credit but, I’ll take it. Thanks.” He starts to feel the flow of the music as he moves with Danny who spins him again, this time around his back as he turns slightly to meet Sam. Before Sam realizes what’s happening, he’s spun again, landing with his back pressing flush against Danny’s front at the end. Danny’s left arm is holding Sam’s right hand across his body, his right-hand abandoning Sam’s to instead rest on his hip.

“So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk.

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder.”

Too caught up in the moment, Sam turns in Danny’s arms and without thinking, brings his arms up to rest on his shoulders, crossing his wrists behind Danny’s head as he tries not to knock his hat off.

He looks incredible in this light. I mean, he looks incredible in any light but…

“And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged

I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.”

The men gaze at each other as the song ends, too lost in the moment to realize they had stopped dancing. The song changing to something faster paced pulls them out of their trance, and Danny is the first to pull away, stepping back slightly and moving Sam’s arms so that he’s lightly holding his wrists at a “safe” distance.

Fuck. He knows how I feel about him. I made him uncomfortable, and he knows. He’s going to hate me. He must hate me.

Sam feels the sting of tears at this thought, considering excusing himself to the bathroom to spare himself the embarrassment of crying in front of Danny.

“You doing ok, Sammy? Want to keep dancing?” Danny asks, sensing the shift in his best friend.

Ok, maybe… maybe he doesn’t hate me? Sam clears his throat, keeping his tears at bay by reasoning with himself that if Danny recognized Sam’s feelings for him and hated him for it or felt uncomfortable, he wouldn’t ask him to keep dancing. “Yeah… yeah I want to keep dancing.”

Danny looks at him expectantly, as if waiting for elaboration. “And you’re ok, right?”

Moving his hands into Danny’s, he tries for a smile, “Yeah, and I’m ok.” Hoping to move past the subject, Sam begins swaying himself and Danny along to the music as he builds up his courage, until he finally finds the right moment and spins Danny behind him, just as the other boy had done to him moments prior. Going with the flow like Danny had said, he spins him twice with one hand after he makes his initial turn around Sam, catching Danny off guard but not enough to knock him off his feet like he had for Sam.

“Nothing but you can make me feel alive

Set my heart on fire, turn this silver sky

Into a California blue, fireworks in July.”

Danny beams at him, continuing their various spins and steps as he praises the other man. “That was amazing, Sammy! You went with the flow perfectly, just like I said!”

Sam grins, “Yeah well, I guess I had an amazing teacher. That or I’m just a natural. Born to line dance I think.” Danny snorts at this, much to Sam’s delight.

I’ll never stop making stupid jokes if it means I might make him laugh.

“Yeah, something like that.” He laughs, shaking his head in amusement at Sam’s joke.

He could say the least funny joke in the world, and I think I’d still laugh.

They dance through the rest of the song and when it switches to what Danny recognizes as Turn on the Radio, they dance through that too; perfecting their flow and rhythm, although still occasionally bursting into fits of laughter after bumping into each other while trying to do the same move to the other multiple times. After the song ends the pair pauses, leaning against the wall as they take a moment to catch their breath.

“Y’know, I’m having a lot more fun than I thought I would.” Sam admits, taking shallow breaths as he fans himself. "Thank you for asking me to come tonight."

Danny looks down at his shoes to hide his blush, taking a brief moment to collect himself before looking over to the boy at his side, “Of course, thank you for coming. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“She’s poppin’ right out of the South Georgia water

Thought, ‘Oh, good Lord, she had them long tanned legs’

Couldn’t help myself so I walked up and said...”

Sam laughs, the one that made his sound like he was high and giggly, “Hey just like you in the summer, Danny. ‘Long tanned legs’.”

Despite his racing heart and mind, Danny manages to chuckle out, “You lookin’ at my legs, Kiszka?”

“Maybe.” Sam looks over at the other boy, his expression sincere. “Care to dance again? I’ve taken a long enough break.”

What the fuck? Was he… flirting? Danny decides to move on past the remark, just as Sam had. “Uh, yeah. Although I think our spots been taken.” he comments, noticing that “their” corner had been filled by another pair of men passionately dancing.

“That’s fine, we can move further out onto the floor.” he responds, already grabbing Danny’s hand and pulling him towards the edge of the dance floor. They come to a temporary stop and once again, he takes the lead and resumes their dance, spinning himself under Danny’s arm.

Danny continues the conversation as they move together, trying to keep Sam as close as possible in order to be heard over the music.

“You sure you’re alright out here? We aren’t as, I don’t know, hidden.” Realizing what his statement could have implied, he rushes his words out to clarify. “Not that I want us to be hidden or anything! Just because you’re still new, I want you to feel comfortable.”

Sam smiles at him, feeling his heart soar at the fact that Danny was continuously making sure Sam felt safe and comfortable in this new situation and environment. “Yeah, I think I’ve gotten the hang of it enough to not be so worried out here. I appreciate you making sure though.”

They dance until the song ends, only a moments pause before the next song comes blaring over the speakers.

“Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby.

Last night, I did things I’m not proud of and I got a little crazy.

Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor,

And I let him call me ‘baby’.”

Danny spins Sam behind him as he had done many times that night, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel Sam’s hand in his own anymore. Thinking he must have accidentally let go he turns, expecting to see Sam close behind him. Instead, he sees his friend being swept away by a man in an infuriatingly familiar white cowboy hat. The pair are swallowed by the movement of couples on the dance floor as Danny is pushed to the edge of the room, watching helplessly as the white hat disappears into the crowd.

“Fancy runnin’ into you again, sugar. Hope I wasn’t interruptin’ anythin’ important there.”

Fucking. Dallas.

He grins at Sam, who’s already trying to loosen the other man’s grip on him. “You just looked too good bein’ spun around like that, doll. I saw my opportunity and just had to steal you, get a taste of you for myself.” He winks at Sam, grip surprisingly firm on his hands.

“Actually, you kind of fucking did interrupt us.” Sam shoots back, his tone thick with anger. “Let go of me.” He continues to struggle against his grip, now taking a step back to distance himself from Dallas. He takes a step forward towards Sam, grip unfaltering as he manages to “dance” with Sam without letting go of either hand.

“Now don’t be rude and go off leavin’ me mid dance, darlin’. You gotta give me till at least the end of the song. Besides, why would you want to go back to pretty boy over there. He ain’t gonna give you what you want.” He leans in, grinning suggestively at Sam with a fire in his eyes that almost frightens him. “I can, sugar. I can give you everything you want and more.”

Sam continues his attempts at escaping Dallas, a look of disgust painted across his features. “Fuck all of the way off, asshole.”

Offense is painted clearly across Dallas’ face as he continues, “Woah woah woah, sugar. No need to get so hostile. Now I may not wear shorts in the summer, and may not be as tall as your pretty boy but I still got mighty fine legs that you are free to ogle all you want, darlin’. Won’t even have to work too hard to see them without these jeans on.”

Sam’s confusion only lasts for a second, before he remembers the brief flirty comment he had given Danny before they resumed their dance. “Wait a fucking minute, were you listening to our conversation?? What the actual fuck, what’s wrong with you?”

“I told you earlier that I had my eye on you since you came through that door, doll. Been trying to get close enough to shoot my shot without pretty boy noticin’.” He shrugs innocently, “Couldn’t help but overhear a thing or two.”

The song changes, but Sam is too lost in his fury at what Dallas had so casually confessed to him to tell him that his dance was over. “What kind of a fucking creep-“ he trails off as he spots Danny across the room, making brief eye contact and praying that Danny can feel his silent cry for help before Dallas turns them and Danny is lost from his sight.

Dallas tightens his grip, anger flashing across his features momentarily. “I told you not to get hostile, darlin’.”

“And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man.

But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

Please don’t take him just because you can.”

He gasps slightly at the motion, pain shooting through his fingers.

I don’t know what the fuck he’s going to try if Danny doesn’t get here soon. Danny. Where the fuck is Danny?  

Voice tinted with fear, he manages to form a sentence despite his racing thoughts. “Let go. You’re… you’re hurting me.”

“What are you gonna do, huh? Run back to your pretty boy? Hell, he don’t even want you.” He laughs cruelly. Dallas feels a firm grip on his shoulder before he hears him.

“He said. Let. Go. You’re hurting him.” With rage dripping from his words, Danny pulls Dallas away from Sam. In his surprise, he loosens his grip enough for Sam to make his escape, immediately finding a home in Danny’s arms as he swoops in to “steal” Sam back. He gently takes Sam’s hands in his own as he maneuvers the pair away from Dallas without drawing too much attention to the situation unfolding.

“If you bring your Buckle Bunny ass near us again, we’re going to have more of a fucking problem between us, you pile of absolute horse shit.” Danny fires at Dallas before continuing their path away from him.

Enraged, Dallas follows them off the dance floor, trialing Danny as he guides Sam in front of him with a soft hand on his back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talkin’ to me like that, pretty boy? Where do you get off controlin’ him like that, huh? You ain’t even his boyfriend or nothin’, I can dance with him if I fuckin’ please.” He shouts after them.

Danny turns, shielding Sam from him with his own body, preparing for the worst. I have no fucking idea what I’ll do if he swings, but at least his attention isn’t on Sammy anymore.

Before he can get to the pair, the muscular bouncer that had checked Sam and Danny’s IDs appears, seemingly out of nowhere, drawn to the commotion that Dallas’ yelling had caused.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” He asks, looking from Dallas fuming to Danny’s furious but collected expression, and finally landing on Sam behind him, eyes wide with panic and darting between the other three men.

Danny starts before Dallas can even form a coherent excuse or explanation. “This man has been harassing my friend all night. Doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Why you lyin’ piece of SHIT-“ Dallas starts towards Danny, finding his path suddenly blocked by the bouncer, his hand pushing against Dallas’ chest. “He’s lyin’ I swear to it! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my night, dance with his friend, and his jealous ass keeps interruptin’ us! Sammy boy didn’t have no problem with us dancin’,” he peeks over the bouncer and Danny’s shoulders, trying to catch Sam’s eye. “Ain’t that right, sugar?”

“I’ve heard enough, c’mon, I’ll walk you out.” The man steps to the side and motions with his arm towards the exit, signaling to Dallas to start walking.

“ME?! You’re kickin’ me out?” his voice raises, drawing the attention of several patrons dancing nearby. “How fuckin’ dare you kick ME out!”

He raises his eyebrows at Dallas, “Either you can leave now on your own terms and hold on to whatever dignity you have left, or I can drag you out by those fancy lookin’ boots, y’hear me?”

Dallas sputters, face turning tomato red before he turns on his heel, storming out and yelling a final, “FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!” before being trailed out the door by the bouncer.

Danny’s grateful that all the attention drawn to them dissipates with Dallas’ departure as couples resume their dancing. He turns back to Sam, delicately taking a hold of one of his wrists and leading him to a quieter corner of the bar. Danny places his hands lightly on Sam’s shoulders, waiting for the shorter man to look him in the eyes. He softens his gaze and tone to speak to Sam, not wanting his anger at Dallas to be directed at Sam.

“Are you ok?”

Sam clears his throat, attempting to find the words to express everything he was feeling in that moment. “Yeah. I mean, no, but… yeah I’m alright. Thank you for stepping in when you did. I… I didn’t know how I was going to get away from him.” He looks down at his shoes, and a massive wave of fear and embarrassment that Danny had to step in and help, that he wasn’t able to do it himself, washes over him.

Danny gives a slight squeeze of comfort to Sam’s shoulders, causing him to look back up at him. “Of course, Sammy.” He looks around the bar briefly before turning his attention back to Sam. “Listen, we can leave if you want. Maybe wait a few minutes and then ask that bouncer if he’d walk us to our car. I know it’s crowded and,” he exhales a deep sigh through his nose, “all that just happened. So I’m ok with leaving if you want.”

“No, please. I want to stay. Other than that, I was having a lot of fun all night and I don’t want it ruined by that douchebag.” He offers a small smile to Danny, hoping it will help convince him that he truly does want to stay.

“Alright… but if you want to leave at any point, just tell me and we can go.” He expresses, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. “Do you want to dance again or go get another drink? We can do whatever you feel up for, just say the words.”

Sam pauses, thinking back on the past five minutes and allowing himself to feel everything that had been overshadowed by the anxiety and fear that Dallas had caused.

Did I find it kind of… hot, how Danny reacted to and dealt with Dallas? And the way that he keeps checking in to make sure I’m ok kind of makes me want to cry, but also… kiss him?

Sam’s head swims with confusion as the realization hits him like a truck.

Shit. I knew I was attracted to him, but I think maybe I’m in fucking love with him.

His thoughts race between this realization, to all the signs that should have tipped him off earlier, to how Danny might feel about him, and finally landing on what he should do.

He has been dropping some hints over the night, now that I think about it. You never know unless you try. Fuck what if he hates me for it. That’s insane, Danny could never hate me. I have to try.

“Can I..” Sam starts, gaining the courage to go forward with his spontaneous plan. He collects himself enough to continue, “Can I have a hug? Please, Danny?”

The look of confusion and worry at Sam’s demeanor drops from his face and is replaced by a shy grin. “Of course you can Sammy-“

Danny barely has enough time to slightly lift his arms before he is tackled around the middle by Sam, his arms clinging to Danny’s abdomen and face quickly finding a home in the crook of his neck. Danny wastes no time wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders, placing his left hand in the center of his mid-back, his right resting at the base of his neck, laying over his braid.

The pair stay this way for a few minutes, and Danny begins absentmindedly rubbing the other man’s back with his left hand as his right slowly comes up to cradle the back of Sam’s head.

When Danny feels Sam begin to pull away, he loosens his hold on him, leaning back to look at his friend. Sam comes to a stop with his face just inches away from Danny’s, the pair so close that he can feel Danny’s warm breath on his lips. Sam manages to tear his eyes away from Danny’s lips, moving upwards and seeing Danny staring right back at him, pupils blown so wide his irises are almost all black.

“Remember how you said we could do anything I felt up for?” he questions, voice barely above a whisper.

Danny swallows, mind racing between so many thoughts that the only coherent sound he manages to make is, “Mhm…”.

Sam takes a deep breath, attempting to calm the excited butterflies and nervous ball of energy in the pit of his stomach.

“Well, I have an idea. Of what I want, of what I feel up for.” There’s no going back after this. It’s now or never, I just need to rip the band aid off. “Kiss me. Please, Danny.”

There’s a fleeting moment of utter terror where Sam thinks that Danny doesn’t feel the same as he takes a second to process what he had just said. He suddenly snaps back into the moment, his body acting on its own accord as his mind blanks of everything but the thought of Sam.

Their lips crash together as Danny’s hand comes up to grasp Sam’s jaw, his other hand holding onto his bicep. Sam brings his hands to Danny’s sides, grasping at his bare skin through the cut outs of his muscle tee. They lose themselves in each other for what felt like hours, drinking the other up as the bustling crowd around them fades into nothing but background noise. They finally pull away, breathless and panting, as they rest their foreheads against the other, still holding each other close.

What if I open my eyes and this was all a dream, it never even happened. Sam’s mind flies from worry to worry at a mile a minute. Even worse, what if he looks like he regrets it. What if I just ruined everything and nothing will ever be the same between us. What if-

He’s ripped from his thoughts by Danny slightly tilting his head forward, his nose bumping into Sam’s. He feels Danny lean back, the loss of contact causing him to finally open his eyes despite the residual fears of what he may see. His eyes roam over Danny’s pink, plush lips, up to his blush tinted cheeks and nose, and finally finding his soft gaze, where he’s met with a look so full of warmth and love that it knocks the wind out of him.

“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Danny chuckles. “Not to rush anything but… do you want to get out of here?” he asks. His nerves get the best of him, causing him to continue his thought, stuttering out “… Not that we have to do anything! I didn’t mean it to suggest anything if you don’t want to do that.”

“Don’t worry, Danny. I’m fine with leaving soon. Although, I don’t want my last dance of the night to have been with, what did you call him? That ‘Buckle Bunny’ so,” Sam dons his horrible Southern accent to continue, “Will you give me one last dance, partner.”

Danny snorts, rolling his eyes playfully before he responds. “Yeah, of course.” He puts on the same accent to amuse the other boy, his attempt barely better than Sam’s. “I would be honored, sweetheart.”

Despite it being part of a bit, Sam blushes at the pet name, breaking eye contact to let his head fall against Danny’s shoulder in an attempt to hide the lovesick grin on his face. Sam hones back into the background sounds of the club he had been ignoring as the song playing over the speakers ends, and another one he actually recognized starts blaring over the speakers.

“Well, I walk into the room

Passing out hundred-dollar bills

And it kills and it thrills, like the horns on my Silverado grill.”

Sam’s head snaps up and he sees the recognition of the song painted across Danny’s face as well. Oh my fucking god, what a perfect coincidence.

“We have to dance to this one-“ he starts, dragging Danny behind him as he quickly makes his way to an empty space on the dance floor. They resume the flow they previously had while dancing as if there had been no interruption in the first place, grinning at each other as they spun and twirled until they felt dizzy.

Sam spins Danny behind him, knocking his hat off in the process and Sam fumbles for it, not wanting his hat to get trampled in the packed crowd. He manages to catch it, and suddenly remembers the rule Danny had explained to him in the car ride over. He makes sure the other man is looking at him before he places it on his own head just as the end of the chorus plays, singing along with it.

“Everybody says,

‘Save a horse, Ride a cowboy’”

Despite the dim lighting, Sam sees Danny’s pupils blow impossibly wider as his breath catches in his throat. He pulls Sam towards him by the waist, leaning towards him to be heard over the music.

“Do you want to leave now?” he asks, voice sultry and breath uneven.

“Lead the way, Danny.”

The pair exit the dance floor, Danny in front holding Sam’s hand so they didn’t get separated in the crowd as they make a beeline for the exit. The fresh air hits them like a punch as they step into the chilly night and away from the muggy, cramped club. Sam has to almost jog to keep up with Danny as he speeds down the block to where they parked. The two men practically throw themselves into the car immediately after Danny unlocks it, putting their seatbelts on as fast as possible as Danny shifts the car into reverse.

They ride in silence, the air thick with anticipation. Danny’s the first to break it, clearing his throat and glancing at Sam who is nervously chewing on his cuticles in the passenger seat.

“So, uh… I want you to know that, whatever happens, I don’t want it to be a one and done thing. I want to be with you, Sam. I want to be your boyfriend… I have for years. And if this is just an experiment, or you don’t want that then please tell me now.”

Sam drops his hand from his mouth, looking at Danny who had turned his focus back to the road. “This isn’t an experiment, I promise.” He reaches over, placing his hand on Danny’s thigh. “I want to be with you, Danny. Both in a relationship and… y'know... intimately.”

Danny steals a look at Sam, shooting him a small smile as he registers what he had said. “Good, great… that’s great.” Anxiety creeps in as his mind wanders to the implications of their conversation. He clears his throat, once again grabbing the attention of Sam.

“So uh… I have to ask.” Danny grips the steering wheel, white knuckled as nerves flood him. “Have you ever… have you ever been with another man before?”

Sam removes his hand from Danny’s leg and begins fidgeting with it in his lap, suddenly shy and slightly reserved. “No, I haven’t. I never… experimented, because the only man I’ve ever wanted to be with like that has been you.”

Danny reaches over and takes one of Sam’s hands in his own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze as he turns into the entrance of his neighborhood. “That’s ok, we can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with, Sammy. And I… I have… experimented before.” Sam’s head shoots up as Danny rushes to explain. “Not with another guy! I’ve just… done ‘research’, you could say. Experimented in case… in case we ever… or I ever wanted to… do that… with another man. I don’t know if you knowing that… changes how you feel… or anything.”

They pull up to Danny’s house as he finishes his explanation, Danny turning the car off and looking over at Sam to see his reaction to his confession.

“That actually makes me feel better, Danny. I know… I know you’ll take care of me, I trust you.” He offers a small smile as the pair sit in now comfortable silence, taking in the other’s features and the new dynamic between them. “Not to rush anything but, we should go inside. Like I said earlier, ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy.’ And I am still wearing your hat.” Sam winks, then promptly exits the car and saunters up to Danny’s front door, leaving the poor man speechless in his seat, with a growing problem in his jeans.

He rushes after him, locking his car as he resists the urge to sprint up the driveway towards Sam. Both feel the new, pent-up energy between them as Danny fumbles with his keys as he tries to unlock the door, finally opening it and pulling Sam inside. The second he clicks the lock back into place, his hands are on Sam, shoving him against the wall as their lips collide, the pace and urgency much faster than it had been back at the bar.

Danny slots himself in between Sam’s legs, grinding into him and feeling his hardening dick against his own. Both men groan at the action, spurring them on even more as Danny playfully bites down on Sam’s lower lip. He gasps at the slight pain mixing with the pleasure, and Danny’s hat falls off as Sam’s head falls back against the wall. The hat is left abandoned on the floor as Danny trails a combination of soft bites and soothing kisses down the other man’s neck, pulling Sam with him as he backs down the hall in the direction of his room.

The pair break apart long enough for them to kick their shoes off halfway down the hall, hands returning to each other’s bodies as Danny pushes Sam backwards into his room. His hands trail lightly across the hem of Sam’s shirt, his fingers ghosting across the soft skin of Sam’s stomach, causing an anticipatory shiver to run through him. Danny raises his eyebrows at Sam, silently asking for the permission that is immediately granted with an eager nod. Danny pulls the other man’s shirt over his head, his own shirt following in quick pursuit, and their lips reconnect as Danny’s muscle tee joins Sam’s button up on the floor.

Sam’s hands fumble at the button on Danny’s jeans as he’s backed against the bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge, and he breaks their kiss to prevent himself from falling. Danny finishes the job Sam had started, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his legs, attempting to step out of them as his hands find the button on Sam’s pants, both of their jeans ending up in a crumpled pile on the floor.

Both men hastily climb onto the bed, and Danny quickly finds a spot on top of Sam between his legs, pinning him to the bed with his body as he sucks what are sure to become hickeys into his neck and chest. Sam’s hands tangle in Danny’s hair, giving a slight tug at his roots causing Danny to groan softly and grind against him. Danny trails his way back up to Sam’s lips, giving him one final kiss before he pulls away, looking at the man below him.

In between shaky breaths, Danny manages to form a coherent sentence amidst his racing thoughts. “Listen… I know you said ‘ride a cowboy’… but considering this is your first time with another man… I understand if you don’t want to try that tonight… I want you to be completely comfortable, Sammy.”

The other man looks up at him with adoration at how considerate and understanding he was, smiling at him as he props himself up on his elbows, placing a gentle kiss to Danny’s lips. “I trust you, Danny. I want to go all the way with you. Like I said earlier, I know you’ll take care of me.”

Danny’s heart soars at his response, returning his smile before his lips are on Sam’s once more. He pulls away, eliciting a whine of protest from Sam, confusion written on his face as he watches Danny get up and disappear into his bathroom. Sam’s confusion furthers when he hears the sink turn on for a few seconds, Danny coming back into the bedroom moments later, a wet washcloth in hand. He sets it on top of the small table next to his bed as he opens the bottom drawer, Sam’s jaw dropping slightly and his breath catching in his throat as he sees what’s in Danny’s hand. He places a condom and small bottom of lube next to the washcloth and returns to his position over Sam.

“Now,” Danny starts, “Where was I?” His mouth returns to Sam’s neck as he resumes his previous actions of peppering light bites across his skin, soothing them with kisses or the flick of his tongue. Sam’s hands find their way back into Danny’s hair as he begins trailing downwards, his mouth grazing over Sam’s collarbone, then down the center of his chest, finally stopping at his stomach, just above the waistband of his underwear.

“What’s… what’s the towel for? Why do you need lube if there’s a condom?” Sam pants out.

“Well, Sammy.” Danny makes his way back up, stopping just inches away from Sam’s face as he looks at the other man. “There’s a little more prep work than you might be used to… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh… ok.“

“We can stop whenever, I don’t want you to do something you’re uncomfortable doing.” Danny starts, worry that he could be rushing Sam flooding into him.

Sam sees the change in demeanor and is quick to reach up and give Danny’s biceps a gentle squeeze. “I know. I don’t want to stop, but if I do I promise I’ll tell you.”

Danny gives him a small smile with this reassurance, all anxiety leaving his body at Sam’s words, before ducking his head down to give Sam a quick kiss. He looks at the man below him as his fingertips begin to trace the band of his boxers, cocking his eyebrow as he questions, “Can I?”

“Please do.”

Danny needs no other confirmation as he pulls the fabric down off his legs, quickly joining the rest of their clothes on the floor. His eyes roam over Sam’s body, starting at his face and moving south as he sucks a breath in through his mouth.

I feel so… exposed. As if Danny could read Sam’s mind, he pulls off his own briefs and chucks them towards the growing pile of their clothes.

Danny reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting it liberally onto the fingers of his right hand. He caps the bottle again and places it back on the table as he evenly spreads the lube on his fingers. He finds himself back in between Sam’s legs and begins to press soft kisses to the insides of his thighs as he looks up at him.

“You ready, Sammy?”

“Please fuck me, Danny.”

With that, Danny brings his hand up to Sam’s entrance, circling his middle finger there before slowly pushing the digit in. Sam’s mouth falls open as his head tilts back, his hands fisting the sheets as Danny pauses to let him get used to the feeling.

“You ok, sweetheart?”

Sam’s heart skips a beat at the pet name. “Yeah, please move, I swear I’m ok. I just need you to fuck me, please.”

Sam’s words make Danny grind against the bed, searching for any friction to relieve the ache in between his legs, his cock so hard that was almost painful. He slowly pulls his finger out, thrusting it back in carefully as Sam whines and clenches around him. He steadily picks up his pace as he’s met with an almost constant stream of whines and breathy moans from Sam’s mouth.

“Is it ok if I add another? I want to get to 3 before you ride me.”

Sam moans, “Oh FUCK, please Danny, please, I fucking need you.”

On his next pump in, Danny’s ring finger joins his middle as Sam groans at the additional digit. Danny slows his movement, scissoring his fingers inside Sam to slowly stretch him out. He notices Sam’s cock leaking precum onto his stomach, the tip a deep red from neglect. He grabs the base with his unoccupied hand, bringing his mouth up and circling his head with his tongue. The moan that leaves Sam’s mouth is what Danny can only describe as pornographic, his hips involuntarily jutting forward as he groans around Sam’s dick. Danny experimentally bobs his head up and down, drawing more moans and curses to fall from Sam’s lips.

“FUCK- Danny- as much as I- shit- as much as I’m enjoying this, I’m not going to last… shit, I’m not going to last much longer like this- please- please add another-“ Sam pants out.

Danny obliges, pulling himself off of Sam as he adds his index finger to Sam’s ass. He bites and kisses marks into Sam’s thighs as he pumps his fingers in and out, stretching them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Sam with the size of his cock.

After a minute, Sam is practically coming undone around Danny’s fingers, “Danny please, please I’m ready. I can’t last much longer, please just fuck me.” He whimpers, breath uneven and shallow as he tries his best not to fall over the edge.

He removes his fingers, and Sam sighs at the loss as Danny wipes his hand with the washcloth, grabbing the condom and tearing it open after his hands have been cleaned. He tosses the wrapper into a small trash can next to the table as he rolls the condom on.

“You want to get on top, Sammy? You can control how much you take that way.” Danny asks sincerely. He smirks before continuing, “That and you did say ‘ride a cowboy’.”

Without saying anything, Sam flips the pair and straddles Danny, now looking up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown wide from desire. Sam reaches behind him and grabs Danny’s cock, lining it up with his entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Both men moan loudly at their shared pleasure, as Sam continues slowly down until Danny is completely buried in him.

Sam gives himself a moment to adjust to Danny’s size before he begins working himself up and down on his dick. Danny's hands come up to grip Sam’s hips, guiding him as he picks up his speed. Sam’s hands find a place on Danny’s shoulders as he continues his movement, squeezing his muscled skin so hard he was sure he would leave marks from his nails.

Sam lowers himself onto Danny once more and suddenly, his cock hits a spot in Sam that causes his entire body to be set on fire, alight with a surge of pleasure he had never felt before. The only sound he manages to make is a gravelly, “Oh FUCK-“ before he begins to coat Danny’s stomach and chest with his release.

He clenches around Danny as he rides his way through his orgasm, the added pressure causing Danny to follow suit as he arches his back off the mattress, filling the condom up as pleasure crashes over him.

They both come down from their high, panting and spent as Sam raises himself off Danny and comments in an almost awestruck tone, “I think you hit my prostate- holy fuck-“ before collapsing onto the bed next to him. The pair lay there to catch their breath for a moment, and Danny is the first to move as he takes off the used condom and tosses it into the trash, next reaching for the washcloth and wiping Sam’s cum from his stomach. He returns to Sam, gently cleaning him off as he lays on the bed, exhausted from their activities.

Danny finishes and tosses the towel onto the pile of their clothes on the floor, telling himself that that would be his problem tomorrow. He gently pulls the sheets down under Sam, trying to get him under the covers without disturbing him too much.

“Hey, Sammy. You fine crashing now and just saving the shower for tomorrow morning?” he questions softly as he settles himself in next to Sam and pulls the covers over them.

Sam cracks his eyes open, immediately wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso and pulling him close. “Mhm.” he mumbles sleepily, “My legs feel like jello, I think you’d have to carry me to the shower and hold me up.”

Danny laughs lightly, wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I wouldn’t mind that.” He responds before reaching over and turning the light off, returning to the embrace of his best friend, now boyfriend, as their limbs tangle together.

Sam yawns, nuzzling his face into Danny’s chest before mumbling, “Maybe next time, we’re definitely going back to that club.”, voice muffled from both exhaustion and his position against Danny.

He smiles, the feeling of Sam’s body against his slowly pulling him towards a much needed slumber. He manages to mutter out a quiet, “Maybe next time I’ll do the riding, cowboy.”, before he gives in to the feeling and drifts into a deep sleep, comfortable and safe with Sammy tucked against him in his arms.

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A/N: I would like it to be known there is genuinely a line dancing bar in Nashville called Layla’s Honky Tonk, I was not making that hick ass name up, just changed it to “Bradley’s” to make it a bit gayer.

Also my friends wanted me to mention that we almost solely referred to Dallas as “Buckle Bunny” the entire time I was writing and asking them for input on his character.

All the songs mentioned, in chronological order:

Rhinestone Cowboy- Glen Campbell

Fast Car- Luke Combs

(Fast Car will forever and always be their song to me now)

Nothing But You- Leaving Austin

Turn on the Radio- Reba McEntire

Cruise- Florida Georgia Line

Last Name- Carrie Underwood

Jolene- Dolly Parton

Save a Horse- Big & Rich

Thanks again for reading :)

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Matched: Chapter 9 - The Honeymoon 2.2

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Foster Warnings: 18+. Angst. Yelling. Anger. Frustration. Annoyance. Smut. Mentions of sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. A/N: Second to last chapter! Thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey! Only one final chapter an then an announcement!!

“No, no, no!” I slam the door shut to the engine compartment and rest my hands on my hips.

We’re supposed to be leaving today to sail back to Florida and fly into New York to be with Josh for his directorial debut, but this stupid engine decides now that it wants to quit working. A brand new fucking engine and it breaks. That’s nearly $20,000 right down the drain.

“Everything okay?” Thea asks as she walks up to the edge of the boat.

I run my hands through my hair and shake my head. “Stupid engine is broken…”

“Is there anything you can do?” She asks as she leans against the railing of the boat.

“No!” I shout. “This fucking engine is more complex and I don’t know what to fucking do!”

“Okay, I’m sorry..” She whispers.

I sigh. “No, I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t snap at you.. It’s just.. If we can’t leave today, we won’t make it to New York on time. I don’t want to miss the film festival.”

I grumble words under my breath as I pull out my phone and dial a number. It rings a few times before the call is picked up.

“Hey Jake! What’s up man?”

“Hey Phil! I have a problem..”

“Uh oh, with the boat?”

“Yeah.. The damn engine went out and I don’t know how to fix it..”

“Oh man.. Uh, where are you?”

“Brazil,” I grumble. “On my honeymoon.. We’re supposed to already be heading back to Florida. This is a long shot, but any chance you can get down here? I’ll pay for everything.”

“I can, but it’d be a few days, a week at most.” Phil says. “I’d have to get all my gear together and buy a potential engine in case yours needs to be replaced.”

“A week?” I sigh. “I have to be in New York by Friday.”

“That’s the best that I can do, Jake.”

“Dammit…”

“Well hey listen, I know a guy in Rio who works on boats like yours. I’ll ring him and see if he can do anything. Where are you?”

“São Paulo.”

“So not too far, I’ll give him a call and see if he’s able to meet you there. Give me an hour and I’ll call you if I find anything.”

“Thanks Phil, I fucking owe you.”

“No need, Jake.” He chuckles. “I’ll call you back later.”

I hang up and put my phone away before climbing up onto the boat. “Phil said he can't be out here for at least a week, but he knows a guy in Rio who might be able to help, so he’s gonna give him a call..”

“And if he can’t?” Thea asks as she pushes off the railing.

I huff and rest my hands on my hips. “Then we’ll have to wait for Phil and we miss the film festival.” I groan and pull my phone back out. “I have to go call Josh, I’ll be back.”

-

“What do you mean you can’t make it?!”

“Josh, I’m sorry.. I didn’t know this was gonna happen..”

“Jake, I really needed you here.”

“I know, I know. I want to be there too, but there’s nothing I can do. I thought maybe Thea and I could fly out of São Paulo but I can’t leave my boat here and the fees to keep it docked here is fucking astronomical…”

Josh sighs. “Alright.. I mean, I would love to have you here more than anything but I also don’t want you wasting so much money..”

I scoff. “I’m probably gonna have to drop another twenty grand to fix the engine.”

“Are you serious?” Josh says. “That much?!”

“Unfortunately yes..”

“Well… You focus on the boat,” He says. “I’ll be fine here.”

“Josh, I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jake. And besides, I don’t want you overshadowing me anyways. Everyone would be more excited about the baby anyways.”

I chuckle. “That’s just bullshit.”

He returns the laughter. “I’m only joking.. I have to go though, Sam’s about to get himself into some shit.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course he would be.. If he needs to be bailed out, I can’t do it this time.”

“Ha!” Josh exclaims. “Baby brother can sleep overnight if it comes down to it. Please be safe, keep me updated.”

“Yeah, I will.” I hand up and toss my phone onto the bed.

There hasn’t been one thing that Josh has done that I haven’t been there for. This is his first debut on the big screen and I have to miss because of this damn boat engine. Sitting down on the bed, I dig my hands into my hair and I mentally curse myself. Stupid boat. Stupid engine.

I feel Thea’s arms wrap around me. I close my eyes and try to avoid the annoyance but I can’t.

“Please don’t..” I say as I wriggle out of her arms.

“Oh.. I’m sorry, I was just..”

“I just want to be alone right now..” Standing up from the bed, I leave the room and step back out on the deck. I take a deep breath and lean against the railing.

The guilt fills my body and all I want to do is scream. I’m supposed to be there. I’m supposed to be standing beside him. I helped write the damn script, the least I can do is show up. He needs my support, he deserves it.

“Jake?”

“Not now, Thea..”

“I know you’re upset but-”

“Don’t even start..” I sigh. “Don’t stand there and try to tell me that this isn’t my fault, that we couldn't have known this was going to happen. And don’t tell me that it’s going to be okay. I should be in New York, I should be there for him. All these years he’s stood beside me and we lived out my dream together.. And I can’t even do that for him. So please, fucking save the cliché speech.”

I refuse to turn to face her, knowing exactly what she’ll look like so I keep my back turned towards her.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted.. I didn’t mean to..” I hear her sigh. “Forget it..”

I close my eyes again and drop my head. I knew exactly what she meant and I know she only means well, but all of this is my fault. I didn’t inspect anything before letting the guys take the boat. Had I done the necessary inspections beforehand, then we wouldn't be stranded in Brazil, nearly five thousand miles away from New York.

My phone finally rings after what feels like eternity. Phil, I see his name flash on the screen. “Please tell me you have good news.”

“I do.”

“Thank god.”

“I called Luiz, explained your situation. Now.. I know you don’t want to keep your boat docked down there, and you won’t have to. Luiz is offering to trade boats for the time being–give you his so that you and your wife can make it back to Florida and catch your flight to New York.”

“Phil, you’re fantastic. Please thank Luiz for me.”

Phil chuckles. “You thank him when he gets there. He’ll be there in a few hours so it might set you back but at least you’ll be able to get home.”

“Thank you, I owe you.”

“No, Jake, you owe me nothing,” Phil chuckles. “We’ll talk later.”

Hanging up the call, I put my phone away into my pocket and head inside the boat. I come to a stop at the entrance to the bedroom when I see Thea sitting at the edge of the bed. When she lifts her head, she stands from the bed and straightens out her dress. Her small bump is just barely visible as she smooths out the fabric and clears her throat.

“Phil called,” I say. “He called in a favor with a friend who lives in Rio. His name is Luiz.. He’s going to come here and trade us boats so we can go home.”

“Trade?” She says, looking up at me. “You’re going to leave yours here?”

“For the time being.” I say.

She softly nods her head. “Okay..”

We barely spoke after that. She spent most of the time packing up our things to move onto the other boat. And when Luiz finally showed up and we traded, he offered to take a look at the engine while he had my boat and to see if he had a way to fix it without me having to drop another twenty grand on a new one.

“It’s no trouble,” Luiz smiles. “Now go, the longer you wait, the later you get back.”

“I will,” I say. “Thank you, again, for helping us out. It really means a lot.”

“No need to thank me, just helping out a fellow sailor.” Luiz pats my shoulder and smiles. “Congratulations on the baby too. Take good care of them both.”

I return the smile. “I will, thank you.”

Saying our goodbyes, I climb onto the boat and start to untie the rope. Luiz helps to push it away from the dock. He waves goodbye as I start the engine and pull the boat away into the water.

The journey home was a slow one. Felt even slower when Thea wasn’t talking to me. I knew I had hurt her when I yelled at her before we left. I guess she was punishing me for treating her the way I did. I don’t blame her. I put my own feelings above anything.

We made it back to Florida with little to no stopping along the way. I docked the boat and paid to keep it there for a week or two until I could figure out plans on how to get it back to Luiz. We then boarded the plane a couple hours later and headed off for New York.

Making our way through the halls of the convention center, my heart pounded in my chest. It was halfway through the film so we had to sneak in. No one knew we’d be here so it would be a surprise for everyone and not just for Josh. Sneaking into the screening room, we slide into one of the empty seats towards the back to finish out watching the film.

And when the film ended and it got the applause that it deserved, I gave Thea a kiss on the cheek before making my way up the aisle as Josh stepped up to the stage to accept the well deserved standing ovation. His eyes locked on mine and his smile grew wider.

“I couldn’t have done any of this without my brother,” He says, outstretching his hand to me. I stepped up onto the stage and we pulled each other into a hug. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”

“Sailors help each other in need.”

He scoffs with a laugh and pats my back before we pull apart. “Well it’s wonderful to have you here.”

“You’ve been by my side our entire lives and for the last decade as my bandmate and my brother. Now it’s my turn to be by your side.”

I stuck by Josh’s side for most of the next hour doing interviews with him. Most questions were geared towards his directing and what decisions he had to make that made the movie turn out the way it did, while a few were geared toward me and the script.

“What gave you the idea of this epic story between two brothers? Did your own relationship with Josh influence it at all?”

“All of it actually.” I smile as I look at Josh. “We’ve nearly every waking day together and we have a bond that just can’t be broken, no matter how someone might try. He’s my better half and without him, I’m not sure where I’d be or life would have turned out. So essentially yes, it did influence the script because I wanted to feel real and raw and even relatable.”

The interviewer thanks us for our time before getting up from the chair and leaving the table.

Josh turns in his chair to face me and pulls me in for a hug. “Jake, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says over my shoulder. “And I can’t thank you enough for doing this with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I say as I reach over to drink some of the water that we were given earlier. “You helped me with my dream, now it’s my turn to help you. I made that promise and I am going to stick with it.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t my twin.. I don’t even think we’d be doing this if we weren’t.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “It still would have happened, I have no doubt.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, we have one more interview and then we can go to the party.” I say, patting him on the shoulder and standing from the table.

“God, would you look at this thing,” I say as I hold up his award. “It’s bigger than a Grammy, and heavier.” I start lifting it in the air above my head with mine. “It works great as a weight. You know, I bet if you use this at least three times a week, you could totally buff up even more.”

Josh rolls his eyes. “Give me that,” He says as he takes back his award. “I am not using this as a workout weight.” He polishes it off with the sleeve of his suit.

“So you get an award for your first major directorial debut and I get one for being an outstanding writer. I think tonight was pretty successful.”

“I’m still amazed that you even made it. When did you even get in?”

“About midway through the movie,” I say as I push open the glass doors and step outside in the growing chilly air of New York City. “So I am requesting a hard copy so I can watch it from the beginning.”

Josh shakes his head and throws his arm around my shoulders. “Look at us, taking over the world with one song and one movie at a time. Watch out world, the Kiszka Twins are taking over.” He gasps and pushes me away. “That’s perfect!”

“For what?”

“For us!”

“The Kiszka Twins? Sounds kind of basic, don’t you think?”

“No! Well yes.. But not that! No, what I mean is.. Kiszkography!”

I screw my face up in disgust and shake my head. Josh’s jaw falls open.

“No?! Wha–Why?”

“Kiszkography? I don’t know what that sounds like, but I know it doesn’t sound good. Why do you even want to change the name anyways? Just stick with the New Society.”

“Yeah but this is about you and me. We are a team.”

“I know we are, but just keep the original name.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll keep it as it is,” He grumbles.

I chuckle and pat his shoulder. “Let’s hurry up and get to the party, I am starving.”

The party that followed wasn’t big, Josh didn’t want that. Which is odd because he loves to celebrate in a big way. “Only family,” He told me as I poured us a fresh glass of whiskey. “That’s all I need right now,” He clinks his glass against mine before taking another sip. “So how’s marriage so far?” He asks. “Aside from the baby.” I blow out a sigh and take a drink of my whiskey. “Uh oh, first marital fight already?”

“I was pissed off about the boat, and I took my anger out on Thea.. I didn’t mean to.”

“And now she’s giving you the silent treatment?”

“No, but I get short worded answers and she won’t stay around me for long. Can’t say that I blame her.. I was an ass to her.”

“Have you tried talking to her?”

“I don’t even know what to say.” I take another drink, allowing the amber liquid to burn down my throat.

“Tell her you were an ass, like you said were,” Josh says with a sly smile.

I looked across the way, the private room bustling as our family milled around and mingled. I catch sight of Thea as she sips generously on water. Ever since Josh spread the word of the baby, everyone has been taking care of her. Making sure she eats and stays hydrated. Sam has been fawning over the prospect of having a niece or nephew.

“Stop letting your temper get in the way,” Josh says as he pops a tater tot into his mouth. “That always gets you in trouble.”

Downing the rest of my whiskey, I hand over the empty glass to Josh before making my way across the room to Thea. I graciously excuse her from the conversation with Sam over potential babysitting duties with Rose.

I bring her to a quieter place, one where we can speak with no one listening.

“I want to apologize for how I acted..” I said as I leaned back against the nearest table. “It wasn’t right of me to be that way.. I don’t like fighting with you, and yelling at you like that was… I hate myself for it.”

Thea reaches for my hands and brings them up to her lips. “I will admit that it did take me by surprise when you did that. You’ve only ever done that a couple times before–but I understand why you were feeling the way you were feeling. You were stressed and upset–something you worked hard for and longed for, was broken.”

I shake my head. “Still not an excuse for losing my temper..”

She moves closer and stands between my legs. “Can I admit something?” She says. I hum in acknowledgment and she wraps her arms around my neck. “I find you particularly sexy when you’re angry.”

“Oh do you now?” I chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” She giggles. “I so badly wanted to just lay you out on that bed and fuck you.” I felt my cheeks burn and she laughed. “Am I making you blush, Mr. Kiszka?”

I chuckle and draw her in for a kiss. “You do, Mrs. Kiszka.”

“How upset would Josh be if we departed early?” She asks before kissing me again.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if we turn in early,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“Good, because I have been dying for your touch.”

“Aw, is my love touch starved?” I whisper against her lips.

“Very,” She whispers back.

I smile and give her another kiss before I pull away. “I’ll go tell Josh that we’re heading out.”

My hands never left her body as we stumbled through the hotel room. They roamed up underneath her skirt as I lifted her up onto my waist and carried her to the bed. “I love you,” I say as I kiss down the expanse of her neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She whispers.

As we discard ourselves from our clothing, I can’t help but to kiss every inch of her body, from the top of her head and down to the tips of her toes. I move back to her stomach, where her small baby bump resides. I place a gentle kiss there again. She hums sweetly and tangles her fingers in my hair.

“My sweet baby,” I say as I press another kiss to her bump.

“Our..” She corrects me.

I chuckle and look up at her. “Yes.. Our.” I kiss her stomach before crawling up her body and resting my own body between her legs. “A baby that we created together. The blood of my blood, and of yours. A baby created out of love and will be born into love.”

Slowly I enter her, pushing in as far as I can. She moans in pleasure, moving her body with mine with each thrust that I give.

“Until the day that I die, my body will be yours.” I say as I lean down to kiss her.

“Such a man of words,” She says as she traces my jaw with her finger.

“Words that I mean with every fiber of my being,” I thrust deeply, hitting that known spot inside of her. She whines in pleasure, her legs tightening around me. “Say we finish our honeymoon here–in New York?”

“Two weeks isn’t enough for you?” She says. She releases a loud moan as her release coats my cock.

I smile and kiss her quickly before I’m releasing inside of her, riding out my own climax. When we both relax, I lay on the bed beside her.

“If I can have it my way, the honeymoon would never end.” I say. “And neither will be the baby making business.”

She laughs, lightly swatting my chest. “Slow your roll, Jacob.”

I chuckle and turn over onto my side to face. “If I could live buried inside of you for the rest of my life, I would be ever so grateful.”

“Well then we’d never have those boys you dreamt of,” She says giggling as she turns over to face me too. I reach my hand over and place it on her stomach. “And who knows, this little one may just be the first–Henry Francis.”

“Henry Francis indeed.”

“I spoke to Sam about the baby,” She smiles and rests her hand over mine. “I told him the name.”

“You did?”

She nods her head. “He’s happy that he gets to share his name, should this baby be a boy.”

“I have a good feeling that it will be.”

“Guess we’ll find out.” She says.

The time has come for the tour to begin. The honeymoon is now officially over as I settled into the seat on the plane. Thea sits down beside me and pats my thigh. I give her a small smile and lean over to kiss her. In just six months time, we’ll be ending time with the band, for only just a little while. We made the announcement together, all four of us, to our fans, explaining to them that the time has come to embark on new journeys.

Sam to his producing endeavors. He’s already got a few artists lined up to start producing their songs and albums when we conclude this tour.

Danny decided to step fully into golf. See how far he makes it a career.

Josh has been invited to direct a few films over the next few years. All of which gives him one foot in the door to create his own film company.

And me? Music is my life. I won’t stop making music. I do have plans in the future to work on some other projects. But for now, my focus is on my family.

I felt comfortable enough to tell them that I was married with a baby on the way. That was my main focus once this tour ended. As for now, we’ll pour all we have into making the next six months worth of shows utterly amazing, fun, and intimate.

“Are you excited?” Thea asks.

I nod my head. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll admit, I do miss being out there on the stage.”

“And are you sure giving that up for a little while is what you want to do?”

“So I won’t be on stage, but I can still make music.” I say. “I can even help Sam every now and then producing albums and working with up and coming artists. I think it’ll be good to step back for a little while. Less stress.” She smiles and leans over the armrest to kiss my cheek. “Though I will admit that I was hoping to see my own children looking up and watching their father.”

“And they will, one day.” Thea picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles. “In due time they will see just how great you are up there and they will know just how amazing you are when you play the guitar for them and sing lullabies. Your talents on and off the stage will amaze them no matter what, because you will be their father and they will love you all the same.”

Landing in Los Angeles six hours later, I was immediately separated from Thea and dragged to the venue for rehearsal and soundcheck and to meet the new band that’s opening for us for the next few shows. “I’m going to go to sleep,” Thea says as she kisses my cheek. “I’ll meet you at the venue later?”

“Jetlag?” She nods her head and I chuckle. “Yeah, go get some sleep and we’ll meet up later. Make sure to get something to eat too.”

Getting to the venue and filing into the green room, we were greeted with welcoming baskets for all four of us. “You have two?” Sam says as he walks over. “Jealous.”

I chuckle and pick up a onesie to show him. “I believe it’s for the baby.”

“Oh I see, getting special treatment because you procreated.” I roll my eyes and shove him aside and he laughs. “I’m just messing with you.. That baby is going to be spoiled.”

I smile and set the onesie back down in the basket. A few of my friends have kids, even Thea’s good friend, who by the way is due in the next couple of weeks, and I never really quite get over how small humans start out. And soon I’ll have a tiny one of my own.

Pulling out my phone, I snap a photo of the basket and send it to Thea and put my phone back in my pocket before leaving the room to meet the guys at the stage.

Getting through soundcheck and rehearsal, I split off from the others and made my way back to the hotel to check on Thea. I find her curled up in the bed and hugging one of the pillows to her body. Smiling to myself, I walk over to the bed and kneel beside it. I tuck her hair behind her ear and softly coax her awake. She groans a little, scrunching her eyebrows together.

“Go away..”

“Come on, it’s time to get up. The venue set up dinner.”

“Mm mm, not hungry..” She grumbles. “Feeling sick..”

I lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. “Too sick to come watch the show too?”

She shakes her head. “Just too sick to eat.” She slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position and runs a hand through her hair. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Do you need help?” She shakes her head and slowly makes her way to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she was dressed in a different outfit and looking a lot better than she did when I first got here. She gives me a smile and pecks my cheek and we leave the room to meet the others down at the van.

“Hey mama!” Josh greets her with a wide smile and a soft hug. “You look beautiful this evening!”

She smiles and returns the hug. “I look better than I feel.” She says as they pull apart.

The smell of the food wafts in from the other room, I have no doubt that she too can smell it. I watch her carefully, ready to assist her at any given moment. But instead she keeps a smile on her face as she greets Danny and Sam. After going around to everyone, she comes back to me and grabs my hands.

“Show me the basket.” She smiles. “I want to see the little onesies.”

I smile and nod my head before taking her from the green room and bringing her down the hall to my dressing room. “It’s stuffed full with all sorts of things for the baby.” I chuckle. “All neutral clothing since we don’t know the exact sex just yet.”

She picks up a small pair of boots and examines them in her hand. “They have hopes for a boy?” She giggles.

“Someone here seems to.”

Thea sets the boots back in the basket and picks up a small diaper. “Can you believe that babies are this small?”

I shake my head and reach for the diaper. “Sometimes I struggle to wrap my mind around it. How humans start out so small when they are born and somehow grow into people like us.” She sets the diapers down and wraps her arms around me. “Is someone feeling better?” I ask and she nods her head. “Good enough to eat?”

“Not yet.. I just want to spend a little time with you before you have to get ready.”

I feel her slide her hands over my ass before giving it a light squeeze. “Oh..” I pull her close to me and grip her hips in my hands. “Are the hormones in control all of a sudden?”

“Very..” She says, biting down on her bottom lip.

I know I have said this before, and I will say it again until my very last breath. She is my siren, the one who beckons me to follow her and I always will. Even if it poses a risk of being caught, I will still do it.

Pulling away from her, I go to lock the door to the room before pulling her to the couch and setting her on my lap.

Reaching for the guitar in Johnny's hand, I wrap mine around the neck and pull it in close to me. I reach for the strap and drape it over my shoulders. It felt strange doing this again. I’m not just playing music in a studio anymore, I’m back on the stage, in front of thousands of people. My heart thrums in my chest, nearly bursting through my ribcage. I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until I felt Josh’s hand rest top of mine on the neck of the guitar and he gives me a reassuring smile.

“You’ve got this,” He says. “Now come on, the curtain’s about to drop.”

I nod my head and follow him up the stairs and up onto the highrise of the stage. The music intensified and I took in another deep breath and the curtain dropped to the ground, revealing us to the crowd. My eyes scan them all until they land on Thea. She’s up in the suite with the rest of our family. She may be at a distance but I can see the bright smile on her face. I give her a wink before placing my fingers on the strings and playing out the beginning notes of the first song after Josh greets the crowd.

Everything felt the same that it always had. The electric feeling of playing in front of everyone again. I can see all of their smiles and it feels good to feel all of that love again. The only thing different was wearing my wedding band. I had debated on whether or not to wear it, to keep this a secret until we were both ready to share. Thea slid it on my finger as I was getting ready to go out and gave me a small nod of her head and smile before giving me a kiss.

So I kept it on, wearing it proudly to not-so-subtly announce the marriage. Simple yet profound.

Leaving the secondary stage, I begin my trek back to the main stage in front of Danny. When I reach for the hand of an older woman, she smiles gleefully and shouts a congratulations over the loud cheering. I bid her my thanks as I pulled my hands away and went the rest of the way to the stage.

As the show comes to an end, we say our goodbyes and give our bows before heading off the stage. I hand off my guitar before following the guys backstage to the green room. Cheers and applause erupted as soon as we stepped into the room, everyone congratulating us on a victorious return.

I immediately made a beeline for Thea and wrapped her in my arms as I kissed her. “Congratulations baby, you did great.” She says to me, “And by the way, you looked really sexy up there.”

“Was I?”

She nods her head and pulls me in close. “I really need you to tone it down though.. Making it hard for me to pay attention to everything else.”

“Well all of your attention should be on me.”

“Oh you think so?”

I tilt her chin upwards and softly kiss her lips. “I am your husband.. Your attention should always be on me.”

“And what if I wanted to look at Danny?”

“Danny’s not your husband, is he? Nor is the father of this baby, hmm?” She smiles and shakes her head. “Mmm, that’s what I thought. Your eyes stay on me.” I smile and kiss her once more before I’m dragged away to make toasts on a job well done tonight.

“To everyone involved with this tour, nothing would be possible with you,” Josh begins to talk. “And though by the end we will depart and say our farewells for the time being, tonight and the rest of this tour, we shall live it to the fullest, have fun, and make memories. To our family, thank you for joining us all these years and being our biggest supporters. Without you, none of this could have happened if we didn’t have the love from you all. And to Jake,” His hand lands on my shoulder and he raises his glass full of champagne. “This has been the wildest ride we’ve ever been on, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of this tour brings. I have enjoyed every single second of being in this band and living out this dream with you. So.. Tonight and every night moving forward, let’s revel in our festivities and have a grand ole time!”

“Saúde!” I exclaim and thrusting my glass into the air. Everyone repeats before we all take a drink.

Going back over to Thea, I pull her back into my arms. “How about we celebrate alone?” I say. “In about, eh, say thirty minutes and we go back to the hotel room..”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Mmhmm..” I hum and take another drink of the champagne. “Like Josh said, live it to the fullest, have fun, and make memories..” I kiss her, sliding my hand down her back and to her ass. “Let’s make a memory.”

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I... um...

[The single best part is how they say "three" Hydra agents, implying they think Bucky is one on top of the Maximoffs. Fuck you! None of them are!]

Oh boy, that's fun. I feel like writing today. Let me start with Walker.

Never abandoned his allies.

What allies? Plural? He had one. And he was killed. (RIP Lemar, I liked the guy.)

Helped Sam and Bucky

He was arrogant, way too comfortable way too soon with two men he did not know at all, he called them "wingmen" and lied about Steve on live TV. Dude was a jerk. Also, they tried to negotiate with him and the dude went for the kill. Not very 'helpful'.

Is a family man without using time travel

Uh… he wasn't in EG.

Avenged his friend

Avenged? It's that how we're going to call a public execution? I won't argue that his mental state at the time was compromised. Fine. But you see, what matters even more than him executing a man on the street is his reaction afterwards. And he took no responsibility whatsoever. Just like Stark in CW.

Did his best by a Government that let him down.

Hey, I agree. The government sucked. And he was an obedient puppy up until it didn't benefit him. Why do you think they gave the shield to him and not some other soldier? Dude was obedient as a little boy.

Seen as a bad guy.

Yep. A bad guy with the potential of being an antihero if written well and allowed his shady morality. NOT as a Steve counterpart.

Steve's turn now.

Abandoned allies, making Sharon the Power Broker and Bucky depressed.

Every Sharon act is Steve's fault now? Way to strip Sharon of her agency! Her cynical side was interesting, at least to me. She had to flee and she survived in any way she knew how. It would have been interesting to see her go from that to helping Sam and Bucky and admitting her crimes. But we all know why she was turned into a villain (she's Saint Maggy's rival for Steve's affection! Not misogynistic at all, huh?).

Bucky's depression goes waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay beyond Steve. I know a lot of people are incapable of seeing them as two different characters, but... they are. Despite how much I love them together, don't get me wrong. In a well-written story, Steve wouldn't have left and he would have joined Bucky in therapy (both needed it). Real therapy though, not the crap we saw in the series.

Lied to Tony for 2 years and chose three Hydra agents over him.

Again with this? He didn't know (for sure) it had been Bucky. But I have a question. These people claim to hate Hydra but they're super quick to put the blame on anyone except them. It's not Hydra, it's Bucky, It's not Hydra, it's Wanda. It's not Zemo, it's Steve. You sure you're against Hydra?

Is a massive hypocrite but still lectures others

Heh, love this one. No examples or anything, eh? It's hard to find them, isn't it?

Used time travel to make himself happy.

Yep, I hate EG too. But here's the thing: when everything pre-EG points at him staying and then EG makes a 180 and takes him back, that's just bad writing. Also come on, we all know they got rid of him to bring Saint Maggy to the present (they thought we'd like her… lmao)

Is worthy of a hammer created by a genocidal tyrant.

I love this one too. So, let me see if I get this straight. The OP is mad that Steve can lift Mjolnir because it's a sign of greatness and worthiness, but in the same sentence they say the hammer is a tyrant's weapon anyway and it doesn't mean anything. Make up your mind!

Seen as a hero.

No. Not seen as a hero. Seen as THE hero, thank you very much.

[ca-suffit]

I know most of the time the fandom's racism is talked about here (and for good reason), but I hope it's okay to send you something about the show. I think, for myself, I have come to terms with not being able to continue to watch the show in the future, due to the ending of the finale and Rolin Jones' approach for the next season, but I still cannot stop being angry at all of it. Two seasons we saw the racialized abuse Louis suffered at Lestat's hands, we saw something akin to a slavecatcher scene when he went after Claudia to drag her back home, we saw how her turning actually happened and subsequently how dubious any consent from Louis was when it came to loustat's relationship afterwards. We saw the trial framing the two black characters as evil along with racist caricatures and Lestat going along with the plan to kill his daughter. And despite all that, Jones wants the next season to be about forgiveness. For Louis to forgive him. A white character who has abused his black husband and child and instead of continuing to show a difficult but interesting and nuanced relationship, we are just supposed to move on from the domestic violence and the child abuse. And I know many Lestat fans claim he is innocent anyways, so that means it was just the evil brown man and the lying black man who are at fault, which also reeks of racism. I cannot for the life of me see any other reason for all the things that Jones is saying, other than that he, just as Anne Rice, really really wants to have Lestat be the good guy. I would love to hear your or your followers take on it. (Thank you for this blog, it's nice to be able to talk about things like this that would get you hate anywhere else)

Hi, it's fine to talk about the show too! I'm glad ppl find this space helpful, so it's open to a lot of discussions as time goes tbh.

I think it's ttly understandable if some fans want to stop watching and nobody should be made to feel bad about it. The fandom's condescending attitude towards feelings like this, as if ur "stupid" for feeling it bcuz don't u know that Lestat didn't do all that??? is....just fucked up tbh.

For my personal idea of how I assume it's going to go is that Lestat is never going to be "innocent" or "the good one" like some fans want to believe. This isn't Anne Rice where everything is retconned every other book (he's still a jerk in the books anyway, so...). Everyone here is complicated and traumatized and always will be. I think what's going to happen is audiences need to find more peace at understanding that there is no "right" version of any story. Louis and Claudia's perception of Lestat is real to them (and also could have rly happened entirely as shown too!). It doesn't make them liars, it doesn't make the scenes "fake." The abuse has already been admitted to by all witnesses in at least one (major) instance that (Lestat) ppl wanted to be fake the whole time prior. Idk if they're gonna in depth explore this but it would help if they did. Interracial relationships are always going to have misunderstandings bcuz of racial differences. Lestat is already shown to be ignorant on these topics so it's not difficult to understand how he could double down on shit that means nothing to him but everything to Louis and Claudia. U see even Sam using the excuse sometimes of "well he's a vampire and he sees things as a vampire, not a person." The thing ppl need to understand is that feeling "right" doesn't mean u are and it doesn't mean ur actions and words don't have an impact on others that maybe u didn't intend.

I don't expect the show to wash all of that away and say "Louis is a big, fat liar and nothing u saw was real LOL!!!" bcuz....what the fuck. I'm sure Lestat will reflect on events of IWTV the way he does in the books, and I'm *sure* his stans will say that's "the truth," but I don't expect the show is gonna be trying to say it is. It's just *his* version of events. Hopefully they don't downplay a lot of it bcuz I don't think that's gonna go over well tbh. But otherwise, I do feel like forgiveness as a theme is possible.....v long term. I think what the show fumbled was shoving Lestat into the end of S2 in a far too positive light all at once to feel believable. It definitely came across like there's a hidden agenda about him waiting around the corner. That's not what happens in the books, but it's no surprise why nobody (of the typical book ppl) is bringing that up when it paints Lestat in a *better* light. It felt forced and awful to the audience tho, who literally has only known this man as everything u listed. Even for me, knowing the books, it felt like a mess. I guess they had to soften him a little for S3 to keep viewers, but I feel like it could have been done a different way. This came across as feeling exactly what u put, that it's gonna be an "instant" forgiveness. I don't believe that's what's *rly* going to happen, but I am interested in how the opening of the next season is gonna feel.

The books between IWTV and TVL are jarring like this too, but the books are about white men. The weight of all this racial violence isn't hanging over it all between them. Trying to translate all of this to a visual medium that needs to retain viewers but also race swapped characters is....a lot. Idk if they're gonna do it well, we'll have to see.

Obviously anyone else can give feedback too. That's my perspective thru this anon account but I'm def not asking anyone to keep watching if ur just over it and done. That's ttly understandable. I think a lot of ppl feel this way tbh, especially black fans.

[weepingmirabilis]

Gutless, Two:

Genesis

Tw for drugging, kidnapping.

Ft: Sam, new character!

A gentle tug on his shirt, and he was ready. Well presented, makeup on, mostly a mask for confidence. His bare face revealed slightly too much of his life, scarring tells stories, eyebags are ugly on him. Regardless, he was fine. Relatively pretty, but that's not the whole point of tonight. He's going to go out. Outside, alone. Without one of his boyfriends, unsafe in his eyes. He had to, though. He’s been hiding himself away for two months now, terrified to even go in the backyard. And honestly, there was no real reason. Anxiety, maybe, but nothing terrifying enough to warrant that level of self-captivity.

So, he decided to do something easy. He would go to a bar, be all pretty, maybe meet someone to ramble to. The alcohol would certainly help. He could call one of his partners to pick him up at the end of the night. They want him to get out, they’ll help.

They want him to be healthy again. To be happy.

What a noble cause, just for someone like him.

–

Sam arrived at the bar, a brief 20 minutes away from their house. They lived in a pretty secluded area, so most anything was that long of a drive. He stepped out of his car, briefly pausing to adjust his skirt, displeased at a wrinkle he managed to miss when preparing for the event. Unimportant. He just had to get inside, just step in, be seen. Step inside. Step inside.

He did so. He walked in, trying to ignore a slight confused stare from a man upon his entrance. It didn't matter, he got inside. He did that part. Now he had to stay. Akio said to stay for at least 45 minutes. Stay longer if able, but God, try.

He took a seat at the bar, looking down, trying to breathe. He felt the eyes on him, the stares, real or not. They hurt. He wanted to rip his chest open, give them something to stare at. He was a freak, he thought. He was uncomfortably tall, androgynous to a fault, eerily thin and shaking. Terrible posture, terrified facial expression. No wonder they were staring at him. He was disgusting.

Right, yeah. Anyways, he thought, order a drink. That’ll at least make you marginally more normal. That's the point of this place. Getting drunk, forgetting everything that hurts. That’s normal. He looked up to the bartender, some random man facing away from him as he cleaned a spill someone had made. What an annoying job.

“Can.. uh- can-”

That didn’t work. He just stuttered and gently dug his nails into his leg. Fuck.

What an idiot.

And despite his show of foolishness, someone approached him. A shorter person, wearing rather exaggerated gothic makeup, with short, teased hair. Wearing a dress. But more importantly, staring directly at him, with a kind smile.

“Need help?” They hummed, taking a seat beside Sam.

How was he supposed to respond to that? DId he need help, Yes. But was it really that obvious?

“You’re shaking.. Didn’t even order anything yet. Tell me what you want. It’s on me.”

Sam just nodded, which wasn’t necessarily the correct response, but it’s what he gave. He stared down to her, still scratching into his thigh. He would’ve drawn blood if he had any.

The person tilted their head, awaiting an answer, awaiting his order. But in all honesty, he didn’t know. At home he just drank wine, or an unfortunate amount of everclear for a sentient being.

“Hm. How about I get you my favorite? You’ll like it, I’m sure.”

They ordered something Sam didn’t even hear. It didn’t matter, they were buying something for him, so he’ll take it.

Sam mumbled a short ‘thanks’, looking back at the person. They were stunning. A stranger, but seemingly safe, kind. Practically an angel to approach him. They moved slightly closer to Sam, smiling unwaveringly.

“Come on, talk.. Tell me about yourself? Will you, please?”

“..Uh- yeah. I’m Sam, uh.. Sorry. I just haven’t gone out in a bit, and. Yeah..”

They gave a brief chuckle, taking the drink from the bartender and sliding it to Sam.

“Mhm.. you live near here?”

Sam nodded, taking the drink, giving it an initial sip. It was warm, sweet tasting. Pleasant, especially for someone who just met him. He took a cherry that had been garnishing the cup, biting into it.

“I.. yeah, this is the closest spot to me. I like it.. Its.. usually pretty calm. But people don’t usually talk to me here. I think I might just scare everyone.”

“Aw- scare them..? How could you, you’re rather handsome.. Maybe a bit different, but lovely.”

Sam paused his drinking, startled by the sudden compliment. Handsome. Most people just called him pretty.

He weakly smiled at them, trying to loosen his grip on his now-injured leg. It was under his skirt, it didn’t matter. Just pay attention. How would he even thank them for that? A perfect stranger, he wasn’t familiar with what they would want in return. Maybe nothing- but that was rare.

“Thank you.. I- you’re really pretty too. I didn’t- I’ve never seen someone like you.”

“Oh, you’re sweet.. I think I'm pretty average..”

He laughed- what a lie. Average? How? They looked like someone straight out of a movie, or the lead in some random goth music video. Anything but average.

They talked, over an hour's worth of exchanging compliments, thoroughly embarrassing Sam, but it was probably worth it. There's no real reason to hold back- there was a certain shine in their eyes. A kind beauty, an angel. They must’ve been. They must’ve been something otherworldly- and not like him. They pointed out his fangs, and didn’t even seem concerned. They even complimented them, saying how fun vampires were to be around. They had a few vampire friends around as a teen, but hadn’t really talked to any recently, so Sam was a fun surprise. Sam was fun, according to them, and cute.

Soon, Sam was slightly dizzy, probably drank too much just due to getting lost in conversation with someone who liked him. It happened all the time at home.

“Do you need a ride home..? You look- tired.”

“Hah- I.. I just look like that. But, if it wouldn’t bother you..?”

They smiled softly, standing and helping Sam up. They said they were parked out back, so Sam followed their lead. It was so dark out, and he was struggling to walk, but they helped him. They gently took him over to a car, a gentle arm draped around his waist.

But something hurt, suddenly. Then, a rough pinch to his neck- what the fuck?

He looked over, seeing the person smiling at him, pulling an emptied syringe away.

An emptied syringe that they had just stuck into a vein in his neck.

Sam stumbled back, baffled, silent. He looked around, but there was nobody but them to witness. No cameras. No lights. Just them, Sam, and the car.

“Please, make this easy.. Will you get in the trunk for me, dear?”

He should be screaming, running away, but we was barely able to speak already. Shaking. He felt dizzy, so dizzy. So wrong.

“..Who.. who are you..”

“Don’t be silly.. I’m God.”

[the-ravening]

*blinks* ...Michelle's Bday fic? ("It's a common name," she murmurs to herself, "so go ahead and put those hopes down.") (I have a doc on my desktop named 'For Shan' and no mistake about it it's something you will get someday. 😂 )

Thank you to everyone who tagged me in the latest round of the WIP game going around. I will not be participating this time because I never even finished answering my asks from the last time and it’s been dragging on my conscience ever since.

Speaking of which… Michelle! I’m sooooo sorry it took me this long to answer your ask from last year. Of course “Michelle’s Bday fic” was for you!!! You and me 🤝 starting bday fics for each other and not finishing them.

It was supposed to just be a small little hurt/comfort wound cleaning in the shower thing, but I didn’t get it done in time and I felt so self-conscious writing for you because your words are always so beautiful.

Anyway, I have almost 3k written but doubt I’ll be finishing it any time soon, so please accept this meagre offering of a long snippet (aka the first 1.6k of the fic).

Hope you’ve been doing well! Sending you love and kisses forever 💗💗💗

Three sets of heavy footsteps trudged through the front door of the safehouse, slow and lumbering in their exhaustion. The air around them was thick with the iron tang of blood and a persistent tingle of burnt gunpowder rattling around in their sinuses, as they slipped into the kind of quiet torpor that always followed a difficult mission seen to its end. Though it had gotten a bit dicey at times on this one, they’d earned the satisfaction of having completed their objective and made it back alive in one piece. Well, mostly in one piece, Bucky thought, running his eyes critically over Zemo’s broad back as the man stepped into the apartment’s living area ahead of him. There was a conspicuous tear in his beloved long wool coat, the fabric slashed and stained dark with blood below his left shoulder blade.

“All right,” Sam said, voice deep with weariness. “Let’s take a look at your back, Zemo.”

“Merely a shallow flesh wound. I’ll be fine,” Zemo demurred.

“Knowing you, that means they probably hit a major organ and you’re about to pass out on your own carpet,” Sam grumbled.

“Really, is there so little trust between colleagues these days?”

Sam and Bucky took simultaneous deep breaths and sighed heavily at the irony of this statement rolling off the tongue of this particular colleague of theirs.

Before Sam could come up with any further argument though, they were interrupted by a tinny sound blaring from somewhere in the depths of his leather jacket. It quickly developed into the sunny tones of a song Bucky only knew because Sam had once told him it was called “‘Fuck You’ by CeeLo Green… C’mon, man, you don’t know that one?” and only recognized from how often this personalized ringtone went off on Sam’s phone.

“Man, already? Doesn’t this guy have anything better to do than stick his nose up our asses after every mission?” Sam groaned as he fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen with his thumb to answer it. “Secretary Ross. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He turned to Bucky and rolled his eyes as he held the phone to his ear, no doubt listening to Ross droning on on the other end of the line. Putting his hand over the mic, he stage whispered to Bucky, “Take care of Zemo for a few minutes, would you? I have to deal with this,” and then he wandered off into the office and closed the door behind him.

Left alone with Zemo, Bucky glared at him, wanting nothing less than to have to babysit him in Sam’s absence. On the other hand though, he really didn’t want Zemo to die of organ failure today either.

“If it were serious, I wouldn’t be standing right now.” Zemo lifted his hands in that placating gesture he liked to do so much, the one that Bucky found particularly annoying when directed at him. But he couldn’t help noticing Zemo holding back a small wince of pain as his arms came up.

Bucky sighed. “There’s a whole lot of possibilities between ‘okay’ and ‘dead’, Zemo. At least let me take a look and help you clean it out. There’s no way you’ll be able to reach back there.”

“More than anything, what I need right now is a shower,” Zemo huffed and turned towards the bathroom, effectively ending the discussion.

Bucky scrubbed a hand over his face and wondered if this would be the day Zemo finally died for real on his watch. After everything they’d been through today, he didn’t have the mental energy to argue with the man, but what was slightly worrying was that it seemed Zemo didn’t even have it in him to bite back in that flirty, teasing, infuriating way he normally did. Bucky hoped that wasn’t a sign that he was secretly bleeding out internally. They were both covered in sweat and blood and grime and gunpowder, so maybe he could let this go for now and they could pick it back up once Zemo finished his little beauty spa routine in there.

“Well?” Zemo drawled, and Bucky glanced up in time to see the man looking over his shoulder at him as he stepped through the doorway. Zemo raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”

Bucky stood in stunned silence, watching Zemo disappear into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. The innuendo was clear, but Zemo was all innuendo all the time, and maybe Bucky was the one misconstruing it by considering for even a moment that there was any serious intent here.

He really did want to check out Zemo’s injury—though maybe want was a bit too strong a word there. What he wanted was to pour himself a whiskey neat and sit down on the couch and forget for five minutes that Zemo was his responsibility. But what he’d gotten instead was an opportunity to make sure their notoriously secretive parolee didn’t end up with sepsis down the line from an infected knife wound, or worse. Bucky sighed again and reluctantly made to follow behind Zemo, as if drawn forward on a persistent leash that he could never quite shake off.

The bathroom was overly large and opulent, as tended to be the case in Zemo’s scattered family properties-turned-safehouses, which they now took advantage of whenever their missions allowed—though a more pretentious person might call its design spacious and modern. As he stepped into the room, Bucky was hit with the loud hiss of the shower, its rushing spray battering the black tiles as it heated up to temperature in its glass enclosure.

In the centre of the room, Zemo stood like a dark and ragged headland dropping off into the sea, as he slid his coat over slumped shoulders to land in a heavy tumble of eroded rock at his feet. Bucky was certain that no matter the air of indifference that Zemo put on, he was well and truly far along the road of fatigue, because under normal circumstances the man he knew would never treat his favourite things with such lack of care.

Zemo drew a sharp breath between his teeth as he brought his shoulder blades together in a weak attempt to shrug his double shoulder holster off. Even the most incremental of movements seemed to exacerbate the pain of his injury.

“Here, let me just—” Bucky muttered as he strode up to Zemo and stopped him gently with a hand on his shoulder. He tugged carefully at the slide adjuster on the back of the harness, loosening it, and then reached around to slide his fingers underneath the leather straps, tucking them snugly against the meat of Zemo’s chest. Slowly and gingerly, he worked the straps over Zemo’s shoulders and slid them all the way down his arms, finally dropping the holster with its guns atop the heap of Zemo’s coat on the floor, gun safety be damned. It really was that sort of day.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Zemo fumbled at the buttons of his ruined shirt with tired fingers. Bucky tried not to let the worst of his imagination run wild as his eyes tracked over the torn and blood-soaked fabric, hoping it looked much worse than it really was. Once Zemo got the shirt spread open, Bucky helped him slide it off too, revealing the expanse of his pale shoulders and a Pollock-esque smear of blood down his back, red speckled all around like so many more lurid stars dispersed amongst his freckles.

Bucky squinted scrutinizingly at the wound, its raw and red gape a wrathful mouth, lips split and spitting vitriol. Despite its gory appearance, it looked clean and fairly shallow—the blade had likely caught on a rib, sparing him from any deeper damage. It was still bleeding sluggishly, though not enough to be dangerous, already clotting. It’d certainly need a few stitches, but Sam could take care of that easily once they cleaned it up.

While Bucky was focused on assessing the cut, Zemo was dead set on shedding the rest of his soiled clothing, like a birch tree unraveling its bark layer by layer, to expose the smooth and fresh golden skin beneath. Muscular thighs flexed as he kicked off his boots, tac pants following in their wake, slipping his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging them down over the firm globes of his ass. Bucky caught sight of a deep pair of indents on Zemo’s lower back—his dimples of Venus, his brain supplied unhelpfully—before averting his eyes. He told himself the flush of heat he felt on his face was a result of the rising temperature in the room, a consequence of the roaring shower. He swallowed around a lump in his throat that definitely wasn’t there.

Now shamelessly naked, Zemo tugged open the shower door with his right hand, muscles rippling over the uninjured side of his back, and stepped into the spray of water.

Bucky had a brief moment debating with himself the merits of just leaving Zemo to his shower and going to get himself that drink after all, but that was promptly quashed as Zemo let out a loud moan at the first cascade of hot water hitting his body from the rainfall showerhead above him. That deep, throaty sound hit Bucky dead-on and proceeded to run over him like a high-capacity freight train, and got him dropping his pants pretty fucking quickly. Making quick work of the rest of his clothes, Bucky stepped into the shower and pulled the glass door shut behind him with a soft click.

[barely-coherent]

Sebastian x Elliot Headcanons

I'm down bad for these two quiet

They probably met at the dock

Imagine there's normal weather patterns and it can randomly start raining okay?

So sebastian has a computer so he probably checks the weather

Elliott has no TV, no computer so he can't check

Sebastian starts walking to the dock right before it starts raining

Elliott is already out there

And it just starts POURING

Like really coming down

Elliott is like "Oh no" and runs over asking if he can use Sebs umbrella just until he can get inside

Sebastian is like "Uh sure" and they walk over to his cabin and Elliot suddenly looks really inspired

"Thanks, I can add this to my romance book!" And rushes inside and Sebastian is just standing there like "You can h w a t"

A few days later Sebastian comes back and is like "Hey, about that umbrella thing, wtf do you mean add it to your book, I just walked you a couple feet."

And Elliott starts going off like "Okay so you know how it's the cliche kiss at the end of a date outside the front door and like sharing an umbrella gets them close? So I was thinking-"

And Sebastian just listens

And he's like "Oh no"

Cause Elliot has a really nice voice

My voice claim for him is Liam O'Brien from Vox Machina

ANYWAY

Sebastian is just like "Uh huh, cool" And walks away like "OH NO"

I imagine he goes home and texts Sam like "I think I have an idea for a song"

And Sam is like "OH HELL YEAH" cause he thinks Sebastians song will be sick as hell

And then they try it out and it's like this love song about someone being super out of their league

And Sam and Abby are like "... Man, are you good?"

And he's like "You can't laugh at me."

And they nod with their fingers crossed

"Y'know the guy that lives on the beach?"

They start nodding

"Also a loner, probably mentally ill, it checks out."

And then go over to Elliott and he's writing poetry about how he wants to kiss the carpenters son

I may be projecting but I think Sebastian falls soft and slow while Elliot falls hard and fast

So with Sebastian being like "Yeah, Elliott's lowkey fine as hell" He didn't know what to do

Also, Elliott is a stoner because I said so

One day Sebastian enters the saloon and he just REEKS of weed and Elliott just sniffs the air and is like "Perfect smoke circle acquired"

He doesn't really know how to approach Sebastian about it though

But Sam is trying to be a wingman and is like "Elliott, my bud, my pal, my good good friend, can I ask a favor?" And asks him to review the song that Sebastian wrote

Sebastian is like "Wtf are you doing?"

"Helping."

And Elliott is like "Sure, okay"

And after a while of reading it he's like "It sounds like you wrote it high. Like this doesn't seem like him, was he high?"

And Sebastian let's out a laugh and is like "They wouldn't put it past me but no, I wasn't high."

And Elliott is like "We should smoke some time, that would be fun."

And Sebastian is like "Alright fine."

ALSO MY FARMER IS ALSO A STONER

They meet up to smoke and Elliott is like "Did you know the farmer is really good at baking? Both ways too."

And Sebastian laughs

Like actually laughs as Elliott hands him a brownie

They both lie on the floor and get high and then Elliott is like "That was a love song, yeah?"

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"Hmm... Was it about someone specifically?"

Sebastian is like "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"There were a couple lines about living on the beach and not living up to a romance book expectations"

And Sebastian is like "I gotta call someone real quick" and pulls out his phone

"SAMSON WHAT THE FUCK NOW HE KNOWS"

And Elliott is like "Don't worry, I thought it was cute."

They talk it out

Elliott is like "I could take you on the best date of your life"

And Sebastian is like "The only date of my life."

Elliott is like "How much do bus tickets cost to Zuzu city?"

And Seb is like "... You ever ridden a motorcycle?"

The date is honestly pretty fun

They go to a library and Elliott buys him some new sci-fi books

They also go thrift shopping

Afterwards, Seb is like "That was fun"

And Elliott just nods with this look on his face like he's almost sad

And Sebastian is like "Do you wanna... come in?"

So Sebastian sneaks him into his room

NSFW MINORS DNI

Ngl, it probably doesn't start right away

Elliott is like "Tell me if I'm wrong but I have a feeling this room is soundproofed"

And Sebastian is like "And from that you know why I invited you in?"

And Elliott just looks at him awkwardly before Sebastian just pounces

It's a little awkward, teeth clash and their noses bump but it's perfect to them

They both chuckle a bit at the clumsiness before angling their heads for a better connection

Elliott had ditched his coat snd vest for the date so there was a lot less clothing in the way

The new hoodie Sebastian got had a zipper so there was easier removal

Elliott however had gone for a half button shirt

As he pulled it off, his hair was pulled back and Sevastian groaned at the sight

"You look good with your hair pulled back"

Elliott grinned and grabbed a hair tie from his wrist, tying it back into a ponytail

Sebastian bit his lip and pulled him back in for another kiss

As they shimmied their pants off Sebastian motioned to his desk

"Condoms, lube"

Elliott quickly got them before turning around to see Sebastian stroking himself, hand in his boxers

Elliott had to hold back a growl at Sebastians panting face

As he climbed back on the bed, Sebastian fully removed his boxers and leaned back slightly

Elliott slicked up his fingers and pushed one in

"That feel okay?"

"Mhm! More than okay."

As Elliott added a second finger Sebastian threw his head back and moaned

Elliott was a goner for his expression, pulling out his fingers and ripping open the condom wrapper

He held himself above Sebastian and kissed him, interlocking their fingers as he pressed in

Sebastians mouth fell open in a silent moan and grabbed onto Elliotts hair, pulling slightly

"Fuck, baby, do that again." Elliot whined as he began to rock his hips

Sebastian continued tugging Elliotts hair, pulling him down to his neck

Elliott took that as a cue to start sucking and biting his neck, dark red splotches being left behind in his wake

At a particularly hard bite, Sebastian arches his back and clenched around Elliott, making him grin

"You like when it hurts, love?"

Sebastian nodded, squirming as Elliot bit down again

Elliott started moving his hips faster, gripping onto Sebastians hips and dogging his nails in

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes, like that!" Sebastian tugged Elliotts hair harder, losing himself in the pleasure

A growl from Elliott made Sebastians eyes open, looking at the purely animalistic look of Elliotts face

Sebastian burned that into his memory, feeling himself getting close

"You close? C'mon, cum for me, be a good boy."

Sebastian tipped over the edge with that and let out stuttered gasps, attempting to close his legs around Elliott as he shot ropes across his chest

With a few more pumps, Elliott filled the condom and gently pulled out of Sebastian, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can

"Shh, you did so well, you were so good." Elliott stroked his hair, holding him close to his chest

As Sebastians breathing evened out he stretched from staying in the same position and yawned

"Can you get me a towel? Bathroom's upstairs next to the kitchen." He mumbled and let his head fall back to his pillow

Elliott returned shortly after along with a glass of water

Sebastian slowly sipped the water as Elliott wiped him down

After he had finished about half the glass, he set it down and stretched out his arms for Elliott

"Stay the night, I'll think of an excuse tomorrow morning"

The next morning, Sebastian walked Elliott back to his cabin and chuckled

"Just like the book" He grinned and kissed Elliott before waving and making his way back

Bonus

"So, you had fun last night" Abigail grinned at him

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam walked up behind him and pulled his hood higher up his neck

"The hood isn't as high as you think it is, Seb." And Sebastian immediately realized why Demetrius looked more disappointed than usual

"So how was it?"

"I'm not telling my best friends about my sex life."

"Ooh, that means it was kinky~"

"Maybe we stop talking now."

[liveblogsandthots]

this is my official coming out as a dean winchester girly post so here it goes

okay so something that i saw a while ago and has been bugging me since was a dean anti being like bla bla bla dean winchester is so pathetic for being upset and sad for his dad leaving him and doing his own thing when sam when to college like he was in his twenties he should have been fine it wasn’t a big deal whatever

im not going to come on here and say that dean was perfect and never did anything wrong or anything like that because boy howdy did the writers give him some questionable lines/plot points (kicking cas out of the bunker, how he first interacted with jack, three of the cheerleaders are legal) but jensen plays him in such a compelling way and his character is just really interesting but i just cannot get behind this take that he shouldn’t have been fucked up by this

we all know that if you look up codependent in the dictionary sam and dean would show up and john winchester is responsible for that. they grew up hoping from town to town barely staying long enough to make friends much less figure out how to keep in contact especially without social media and texting being what it is today. there were some other semi stable presences in their lives like bobby and pastor jim but they were still always temporary. now. when sam leaves for stanford he takes half the people in deans support system with him and he’s not good at staying in contact as we know from the pilot when they mention they haven’t talked in two years. also! deans not upset because his brother is leaving for college, he’s upset because thanks to john winchester’s a+ parenting he’s leaving for good, he’s not coming back for some weekends or for any other breaks, he’s leaving as in gone and planning on staying gone. but anyways when sam leaves that leaves john as the only person in deans life that he knows and is in contact with. he is not some normal twenty something living away from home for the first time and his complaining because he has to figure stuff out on his own, he is a deeply traumatized and lonely young man who literally has no one else in his life after his dad starts going on hunts without him. the only people he sees and talks to are strangers and it’s always small talk or maybe comforting the occasional victim and doing the occasional interview

he’s not being overdramatic for being hurt by being left by the only people he has left in the world. his experiences are not the same as a normal persons and obviously he’s not going to react the same way and that is okay! it is completely justified! also even if i did have a normal life with friends and coworkers and aunts uncles and cousins i would probably also be upset and a little depressed if my dad and my brother walked out on me and then barely contacted me after they left at pretty much any age??

anyways that was my little rant not sure if it makes sense to anyone else but just wanted to put it out there

[chiisana-sukima]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

What's one headcanon (cute, sexy, or otherwise) you have about the brothers and the Impala? Time spent in or on it, or things they've done in it, Sam indulging Dean somehow with it, or (etc)?

Happy Wincest Wednesday-Thursday, Phyn! Thank you so much for the ask. <3

I have so many headcanons about Sam, Dean and the Impala. The main one is that they're both very weirdcesty about it. They don't have a sexual relationship with--or even sexual thoughts about--each other. Obviously! That would be sick and bad, and especially in Dean's case, outright wrong. It would be the polar opposite of protecting and looking out for Sam, so clearly he would *never*.

...But it's hardly Dean's fault, or Sam's, that they've both banged chicks in Baby's back seat. That's just a natural outcome of the Impala being, for all those years, their only real home. And it's hardly his fault he's proud that Sam can pull such gorgeous babes, and that maybe when Sam was in high school and first started dating, Dean helped him out a bit by handing over the keys and telling him the best make out spots and giving him advice on what songs got which kinds of girls in the mood, and maybe even making sure he knew there were always extra condoms in the glove compartment (and although Dean *certainly* never looked in the glove box the next morning to see if Sam had gotten lucky, it's not his fault he has to replenish the supply so he does kinda keep track.) If he sometimes fantasizes just a little about some of Sam's chicks later himself when he's banging one out in the shower--about what they were like for Sam, maybe sweet and faux demure, laying on the worn back seat with their clothes still on but the door open to give Sam room to get his head up under their skirt, or maybe shameless and wild, going down on Sam at the drive in, with Sam still in the driver's seat and the soundtrack to whatever movie of the week was drowning out his cut off moans--well, if he thinks about those things on occasion, that's just because he's a red-blooded American man, and Sam has excellent taste in women.

Usually.

Sam usually has excellent taste in women.

There was the Ruby thing, of course. He knows--knows for certain, though he could never prove it--that when Sam would pocket Baby's keys and sneak out to get his fix while Dean seethed and pretended to sleep, that sometimes he and that demon bitch would bang right there in the Impala's back seat. Baby would stink of sulfur the next day, and Dean would hardly be able to contain his rage. But what was he supposed to say? "Alastair warned me you weren't the pure little Sammy I imagined and you'd get with any demon whore who'd give you what you wanted, so why didn't I come down off the rack and it could be me instead"? Obviously he couldn't say that. He only even thought it sometimes because Hell had fucked him up so bad.

And there was Rachel Nave. That one Dean had assumed was on him--so much so he'd still felt guilty years later and a djinn had made it the reason dream-him and dream-Sam were estranged. But okay, while he shouldn't have stolen Sam's prom date and definitely shouldn't have given in when she insisted she blow him parked behind the school only three days after said prom, it had all worked out fine. Yeah, Sam had been angry one of Rachel's friends saw the whole damn thing, but far from pulling him and Dean apart like maybe it should have, Sam had demanded Dean drive him to school the next day and pull Baby right up front; had paraded Dean around on his arm like--well. Like *Dean* was the prize in the exchange and there was no denying Sam won.

Anyway, that's all in the past now. These days, things between him and Sam are easy. Now when he gets an eyeful of a gorgeous naked babe like that Piper chick in Baby's back seat with Sam, it's just par for the course. She's hot, Sam's, you know, objectively hot too (what're you gonna do, Dean certainly can't help that). So whatever it's all about, maybe it's not exactly normal, and maybe Sam and him are both a little fucked up, but the world has bigger problems. It's only worth dwelling on in a good way.

[lexiepoch]

How You Meet For The First Time

Warning: Almost all of the following short fics contain cursing. If you are sensitive to that sort of thing you have been warned.

Word Count:4135 (this does not include the characters name before their part or the A/N at the end)

Tony Stark: You wander into a coffee shop around the corner from your apartment when someone bumps into you, spilling hot black coffee all down your scrub top. "Ah shit! Fuck! That's really fucking hot!" you exclaim, pulling the fabric away from your skin.

"Oh my god! Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Let me buy your drink!" says a males voice. You don't look up at his face but get the feeling that you know who this man is.

"No, it's fine. It's fine. Just leave it. This thing needed to go in the wash anyways. Holy fuck, you're Tony Stark." you say, finally looking up at the man who spilt his drink all down your front.

"Yes I am, my dear. Will you please let me buy you your drink?" he says, smiling softly.

"No, honestly, you don't have to. And don't worry about my shirt either, it's been through worse at the childrens hospital. But thank you for the offer. It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Stark." you say, trying to leave the conversation.

"I insist. I need a new drink anyways, seeing as most of it went onto your shirt. Come on, just let me buy you a drink and something to eat. You look exhausted and in need of some nutrition."

"Alright, thank you very much. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, by the way."

"A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman." He buys your usual drink in a large and a few scones as well as himself another black dark roast coffee. A week later you get a gift left at the front desk for you.

"Was dropped off by Mr. Stark himself. He asked for you by your full name, Y/L/N. You got a lover I should know about, kid?" says the clerk, winking.

"No Brent, not a lover. I bumped into him last week, he spilt his drink down my shirt and insisted on buying me a drink and a bite to eat. Thanks for holding this for me," you say, taking the package from his hands before heading down to your locker. When you open the package later that day, after your shift, you see that there is a handwritten note along with a new set of scrubs.

Pepper Potts: "Good morning! Welcome to Starbucks! How are you and how can I help you today?" comes your faked cheery voice through the speaker.

"Good morning Y/N. It's Pepper again. I'm pretty good today. I'll get my usual sweetheart."

"Alright Pepper, that will be a grande iced caramel macchiato with a double espresso shot and extra caramel drizzle?"

"That's right Y/N."

"Alright, I'll see you at the window." When she drives up to the window she had a slip of paper prepared as well as her card.

"Card and this is for you sweetie. Text me when you get off your shift, cutie." she says handing you the slip of paper as you stick the machine out the window for her to pay. Your nose scrunches in happiness at her little pet names. You hand her the drink and she throws you a wink before driving off.

Peter Parker: "Peter, you're going to be paired up with... Y/N," says your biology teacher before moving onto the next pair. When your teacher finishes going through his list he lets you go off into your pairs.

"Hi, uh, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you," he says, sticking a hand out for you to shake.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Can you explain to me what we're doing? I kinda zoned out when he was explaining what we were doing."

"Oh, yeah totally. You did look kinda blank faced for a while. Is anything wrong?"

"No, just tired. So, the project?"

"Oh yeah! So we're..."

Sam Wilson: "Watch out!" comes a yell from above you. You're sitting on the edge of your apartment complex, not expecting a man with a metal wings to be coming in for a landing, aimed right where you sit.

"Shit!" you exclaim, rolling back onto the main part of the roof, leaving the edge for the man to land safely.

"Thanks!" he says, as the wings fold themselves into a pack on his back. He pushes his goggles up on his head and smiles at you. "Sam Wilson. Nice to meet you," he sticks his hand out towards you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you too," you says as you climb back onto the ledge. You ignore his and and pull your phone out of your pocket.

"What'cha doing out here? Sitting out on the ledge isn't exactly safe, you know."

"Oh I know. I'm fine. Just waiting for the right photo op. I should've taken one of you, now that I think about it. That would've been a really cool shot," you say, holding your phone in your lap.

"Photo op? Are you a photographer?"

"Oh no, I just like taking pretty photos in my free time. It relaxes my brain after a long day."

"I'd love to get to know you some more. Would you let me take you out for coffee sometime?"

"Sure! I'd love that! Here, put yourself in my phone." You hand the man your phone. He types in his number.

"Text me sometime beautiful." he winks at you before heading to the other side of the roof before leaping off and spreading his wings.

Steve Rodgers: "Miss. Y/L/N? I'm here to see Nick." says the blonde super soldier coming through the door.

"Hello Mr. Rogers. Mr. Fury is on a phone call of a personal matter at the moment. You'll have to wait a moment until he hangs up. Please have a seat. These calls sometimes take a few minutes." you say, not looking up from your laptop.

"Do you really call him Mr. Fury?" asks the man, sitting in the chair across from yours.

"When speaking about him yes, when speaking to him no. I try to be professional, you know."

Bucky Barnes: You're sitting curled up in a chair in your favourite little cafe on Broadway, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continue to read on your laptop. "Y/N! Need another drink, love?" calls one of the baristas.

"Yes please. The usual, please. Just add it to my tab."

"Sure thing! I'll bring it out to ya in a minute." she calls. You refocus on the words in front of you and scroll to the next page of the book. When she places the drink down next to you, you absentmindedly reach for it and accidentally grab a mans hand.

"Hi there doll," he flirts, interlacing your fingers together. Your cheeks flush under the tear stains.

"Hi, sorry. Didn't mean to grab your hand," you mumble, trying to pull your hand away.

"It's okay doll. Do you want to talk about why you're crying?"

"I'm editing a book. Its a sad romance novel. It's my job. My name's Y/N by the way."

"I'm James but my friends call me Bucky," he says softly, thumb rubbing softly against the back of your palm.

"Can we stay holding hands for a while?" you ask shyly.

"Of course doll. You can lean on me as well, if you like. I won't mind." You blush harder than you did before as you tilt yourself to lean against his shoulder.

Bruce Banner: As you walk into the lab at the Avengers complex for your first day, what you weren't expecting to see was Mr. Stark and Dr. Bruce Banner waiting for you. "Um, hi?" you say, grabbing a lab coat off the wall.

"Hello, good morning. I take it that you're Y/N?" says Stark, coming forward to shake your hand, a flirty smile on his face.

"Yes and it's Dr. Y/L/N to you Mr. Stark, same as you Dr. Banner. We are not to the point where you can address me as my first name, we just met. Dr. Banner, where do you want me to start this morning?" You say, ignoring the billionaires hand, slipping the white coat on.

"I have a stack of chemical equations that need reviewing. If you wouldn't mind, Dr. Y/L/N. They are at the back, on the lab bench."

"Not a problem." You nod to the pair of men infront of you and walk away.

"Hardass."

"I heard that Stark," you call over your shoulder.

Natasha Romanoff: "Morning Romanoff. Have you met Agent Y/L/N yet?" calls Maria Hill as the Black Widow enters the training room at the Shield Head Quarters.

"No I haven't, but I've heard about her a bunch from Clint."

"Not surprised. That's her doing pull ups over there. Hey! Y/L/N! Get your ass over here."

"I'm busy Hill!" you yell back, completing another rep before hopping down to the floor. You walk over to the treadmills and start one up for a brisk jog. A couple minutes the red headed assassin joins you, running on the machine next to you.

"Hi, nice to meet you Y/L/N," she says as she runs at the same speed as you.

"You to Romanoff. Big fan of your work with the Avengers Initiative," you say, calmly.

"Thanks. Wanna go for dinner sometime?"

"Sure, why not. Get my number from Clint." You hop off the treadmill without another word, grab your towel and walk out without looking back. Your actions leave the red head stunned.

"Yeah, she does that a lot. She's got ADHD or something, forgets about social formalities a lot. Don't worry, Nat. That means she likes you and her brain was to fogged over by your presence to remember that it's not normal to just leave a conversation hanging," says Hill, coming up behind Romanoffs shoulder.

"Okay then. Real cutie she is though, don't you think?"

"Oh hell yeah. She's fucking adorable, especially when she gets really excited about something. When Fury assigned her her first mission, she was quite literally bouncing in place. She's so fucking cute Nat."

Clint Barton: "Y/L/N! Your four o'clock is here!" yells Samantha from the front desk. Your head whips up from your desktop at the sound of her voice and you push your chair back as you stand up.

You open the door to your massage studio and step out. You stride down the hall as fast as your heels allow to the waiting area. "Mr. Barton? Come on back." A dirty blonde man stands up and begins to follow you back to your studio. When you get inside and the door is shut, the man in front of you visibly relaxes. "Have a seat Mr. Barton. This first session is to mainly just get to know your needs. First things first, hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. Where did you hear about me?" you ask softly, returning to your seat at your desk. You gesture to the man to sit alongside you.

"My best friend, Natasha Romanoff, is one of your clients and she suggested I come to get help for some of my past injuries that still hurt. I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and you're like the only approved massage therapist on the list they gave me."

"Oh! Nat reccomended me! You must be the man she affectionately refers to as 'BirdBrain' am I right?" You giggle, thinking back to your last session with the ginger woman.

"Yep, that would be me. Call me Clint, please. My shoulders and lower back have been killing me recently. Tasha says you do wonders for her phantom injury pain, figured I might as well give it a try."

"Well I'm glad you did. Let's get started, shall we? If you wouldn't mind taking your shirt off and laying face down on my table, that would be great. I'll give you a moment of privacy." You say, leaving the room briefly. "You don't mind if I use oil, do you?" You ask as you re-enter a couple of minutes later.

"Not at all. Tasha said you have a really nice lavender one, could you use that?" You roll your eyes at his comment and pull out your lavender oil from your pot of boiling water.

"Nat does love this one. You might not, it's pretty strong." you warn, pouring some onto your hands before you begin.

Wanda Maximoff: "What's in that crate?" Asks Wanda, pointing at wire crate in the middle of the lab floor. As she stares, the crate rattles, as if whatever is inside is throwing itself around.

"That is another experiment, Miss. Maximoff. Leave it at that. Someone take the twins back to their quarters. It's time to unveil our masterpiece," says one of the scientists. The twins are pulled away and forced into their induvidual cells. A couple hours later a limp female body is thrown on the bed in the cell across from Wandas.

"Hello? What is your name?" calls Wanda through the fiberglass. The girls head raises up slightly, and she gives the twins a confused look, pointing to herself weakly. "Yes! You! What is your name, dear?"

"Y/N... Y/L/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Wanda this is my twin Pietro. What did they do to your ears?"

"I- I don't have human ears. I have the ears of a cat. I'm what they called a Panthera pardus hybrid. I don't know what that means, but my teefs hurt and so does my back," the girl, Y/N, slurs before passing out.

Pietro Maximoff: You sit on a bench, in the midst of Central Park and just close your eyes, notebook in your lap. You had just finished an interview with a witness of a story you were writing, and it was a tough one. You let the tears roll down your cheeks in silence. You feel a cold gust of wind blow past you then you hear someone rapidly backpedal before a heavily accented voice speaks to you. "What is a beautiful lady like you doing crying?"

"I'm fine sir, just leave me be please." you say, not opening your eyes. After a moment you assume he left, but when you open your eyes the man still stands there. You let your eyes scan his frame as you take in his foreign beauty.

"Please, miss. Don't cry. Sadness doesn't suit a beautiful woman's face, such as yours." He runs off then, a blue blur leaving you shocked.

Thor Odinson: You wander through the royal gardens as the sun begins to set in the far off distance. You hear footsteps behind you but think nothing of it, probably someone else taking in the beauty of the gardens."Hello," booms a voice behind you. You freeze in your tracks, you would recognize the voice of Prince Thor anywhere.

You twirl around on your heel, your abnormally short skirt flaring out around your thighs, presenting the Prince with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, my Prince." you greet, beginning to bow.

"No need for the formalities outside of the palace m'lady. May I join you on your walk?"

"I would be honoured!"

"Wonderful! Would you mind telling me your name, m'lady?" he asks as he offers you his large arm.

You slip yours through his and let him lead you forward. "My name is Y/N. It is an honour to meet you, Prince." you say, your cheeks flushing red as you tilt your head to peer up at the man.

"Please, call me Thor. Do you come here often, Y/N?"

"As often as I can."

Loki Laufeyson: "Y/N! Hurry up! We can not be late to the banquet!" your sibling shouts. You roll your eyes as you lace up your dancing shoes.

"We are fine! The banquet doesn't start for another half hour!" you yell back. Fluffing your skirt as you drop it back down your legs, you make your way over to your mirror to fix your hair. Adjusting a few strands, you also touch up your lipstick.

"Are you finished yet?"

"Yes! Yes I am! I'm coming! Gods, you're so impatient!" you grumble aas you throw open your bedroom door.

~Time Skip~ *Fourty Five Minutes Later, At The Banquet In The Palace*

You stand against the wall, watching all of the people twirl around as they dance along to the music. Suddenly you feel a light tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump with surprise. To your great shock, Prince Loki is standing next to you. "Hello. May I have a dance, m'lady?" he asks, holding his hand out towards you.

"Oh! Yes! Yes, you may! I must warn you, I'm not a very good dancer," you say, placing your hand in his.

"No worries, love. I'm very capable of leading you in a simple waltz." he says, winking at you. You let him wisk you onto the dancefloor and into his arms. His hands are very gentle as he leads you through the steps with practiced ease. When the song ends you expect him to let go of you, but to your surprise he doesn't. "Come with me to the balcony. We can chat a little better out there." He says, a light hand on your lower back, leading you from the bustling crowd.

Lady Sif: "Hello? Is there anyone in here?" calls a females voice from the doorway of the armoury.

"Yes! One moment!" You call back from the curtained half of the room. You put the blade you were mending onto a nearby anvil before wiping your hands on your apron. You slip past the curtain and are faced with the legendary warrior Lady Sif. "Hello, Lady Sif! What can I do for you this morning?" you greet, heart fluttering in your chest.

"Hello, my blade is becoming slightly dull right here along the edge. Could you sharpen it for me quickly? And it's late afternoon now, sweetie." she teases, pointing to a spot along her sword’s edge.

"Is it really?! Wow! I've been back there all day mending blades, so I guess I really wouldn't know all too well. I'll go sharpen that for you now, shouldn't take long." You take her sword from her and walk back behind the curtain. Grabbing your sharpening stone you quickly sharpen the dull part off the edge before wiping off residue of the stone with bottom of your apron. You walk back out to the woman and hand her the weapon back which she sheats with ease.

"Thank you..?"

"Oh, sorry! My name is Y/N!" you giggle, holding your hand out for her to shake. She shakes your hand and smiles lightly at you.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. I'll see you another time, sweetie." she winks at you before leaving. You jaw drops as you stare after her.

Stephen Strange: "Who's that?" asks Stephen, pointing at a woman floating ten feet above the ground as she meditates. He points to her floating form, confusion etched onto his face.

"That is Y/N. She is one of most advanced people here other than the Ancient One. She's been here for years and refuses to leave. The Ancient One continuously reminds us to stay away from her when she meditates, she can hurt you immensely without an eye opening. So stay the fuck away from her, Strange. I know she is gorgeous but she is not one to be fucking with. The woman could kill you in a heartbeat," warns Wong, as he watches you float with ease.

"How long has she been here?"

"Roughly six years if I remember correctly. She came here in worse shape than you. I remember her first day clearly. She refused to speak to any of us, but was clearly accepting all the information, unlike you did,"

"How powerful is she?"

"No one really knows, she refuses to spar or demonstrate any form of power. She also isn't one for speaking to strangers. Someone she tolerates would have to introduce you to her, though this is one of the few times a month she leaves her room."

"Does she not leave her room very often?"

"No, she doesn't. She isn't one for people or disturbances. Shit, she is going to hit the branch! Fuck she's gonna be pissed at lunch."

Carol Danvers: "Fury, who's the newbie at the computer?" asks Carol.

"That is Agent Y/L/N. She's been here for a few months now, she's not all that new. She's a great field agent and she's comfortable behind a desk. She works really well with most of the agents I've paired her with, except Hill. The pair of them despise each other for some reason. I find it extremely amusing to force Y/L/N to sit in a briefing or debriefing held by Hill. All the kid does is roll her eyes at her and Hill glares at the kid the entire time."

"Cute. I'm going to ask her on a date. She seems my type. When's her next day off?" asks Carol, glancing towards Nick.

"Thursday. Her next day off is Thursday."

"Thanks Nick!" she says, walking towards you. "Hey, I'm Carol Danvers. Nice to meet you." she perches on the edge of your desk.

You glance up at her and gape. After a moment you collect yourself enough to actually speak to the woman in front of you. "Hi, I- I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you Miss. Danvers! Is there something you need?"

"Yeah actually. I was wondering if you would wanna go on a date with me. Just something small, to get coffee or something. I was thinking this Thursday, if you like?"

"Uh, yeah I'm off Thursday so, why not! Where do you want to meet?"

"Oh, no. Give me your number, text me your address and I'll pick you up at eight." She hands you her phone and you quickly type your number in. "There, I texted you. Text me sometime, cutie."

T'Challa: As you slip out of your office building you notice a small crowd around a single man. You roll your eyes as you walk down the street. Throwing your hood up against the slight wind, you keep your head down. "Hey! Hands up!" yells one of the men.

Your head jerks up as you look behind you, thinking they were talking to someone else. "What?" you ask confused, seeing that you were the only other person on the street.

"Put your hands up!" the same man yells again.

"No! Fuck off! I'm just trying to go home! I'm not doing anything illegal." You shout back, stepping onto the road to walk around the group. After you walk past them you hear a slight muttering from the group.

"But Your highness-"

"No! Ma'am! Could I have a moment of your time?" calls a kind voice behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn back to face the man speaking.

"What is it? I've been at work since six this morning, I'm tired and I really just want to go home." you say, looking up at the man in front of you, eye bags prominent under your eyes.

"This won't take long. I just wanted to apologize for the way my men reacted. My name is T'Challa, I'm the King of Wakanda, I just wanted to give you my number. You're a very beautiful woman and you're clearly very hard working. That is the type of person I like to put myself around. If you ever need a break from the city, send me a message." says the man, handing you card with a phone number scrawled on it.

"Thank you sir. Apology accepted. I might just take you up on that offer," you say as you turn away from him. You slip the piece of paper into your pocket as you continue to walk down the empty street.

A.N: I know Pepper's wasn't necessarily their first time meeting but it's cute so oh well