#fat boys in sweaters weather

[asmoreous]

Fuck it face reveal, call me pretty and feed me a donut on the way out

[fear-is-truth]

what do you think each of the evan’s wear to bed?

(i was trying to imagine what JPM would wear to bed and was stumped lmao)

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… sleepwear .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson ‧ rory monahan ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

a/n: ty for the req !! so fun to write tbh

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate’s sleepwear is very 90s boy-next-door. half the time, he’s in those vintage-looking striped tees—horizontal stripes in muted colors, the kind that might seem kinda baby-ish now but somehow work on him. baby boy. the rest of the time, it’s a band tee, nirvana or the smashing pumpkins. for bottoms, he’ll either grab his track & field shorts (you know, the short ones that look kinda fruity) or a pair of boxers. if it’s hot, he’ll ditch the shirt completely. on colder days, he’s in one of those sweaters paired with green checkered pyjama pants.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit’s all about practicality. hot weather? briefs. nothing else. he’s not into anything restrictive or fancy when he’s sleeping. when it’s colder, he might throw on some soft flannel pajama pants and a white undershirt, but only if it’s freezing.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle’s sleepwear usually includes an old college club tee—something from a campus event or charity run—or a nerdy sci-fi shirt with marvel, star wars, or star trek designs. for bottoms, it’s always something cozy, like well-worn sweatpants or flannel pyjama bottoms, usually in neutral or plaid patterns. his clothes always smell nice because he’s that guy who uses fabric softener religiously and actually knows how to do laundry properly.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

wife-beater and boxers, no questions asked. he’s the type to sleep in just his boxers most of the year because he doesn’t see the point in layering up unless it’s absolutely freezing. when the weather does turn colder, he’ll trade the tank for a plain button-down.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james wouldn’t dare wear anything less than a matching set of black silk pajamas, tailored to fit him perfectly. the initials “J.P.M.” are embroidered in silver thread on the pocket because, of course, he’s that extra. to complete the look, he has a matching silk robe—also black, with a silver trim. probably has a nightcap too.

⟢ 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐍.

“actor off-duty” typa fit. his go-to is a plain, perfectly-fitted t-shirt (you’d think it’s basic, but it’s actually some high-end brand like james perse) paired with plain sweatpants. if it’s getting chilly, he’d swap the tee for a well-worn hoodie, but even that’s designer, probably with a well-hidden logo no one notices unless they know fashion. cashmere socks because his feet get cold in winter. rory’s all about comfort, but it’s the kind of comfort only a celeb with a fat paycheck can pull off.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would 100% sleep shirtless, wearing those loose, low-slung grey sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips, showing off that delicious v-line because. he a whore. when it’s cold, though, he’s layering up with a sweater or plain hoodie—the kind a tech bro would wear without a second thought. or black thermal shirt paired with fleece joggers.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

austin’s sleepwear is all about luxury. he’d wear a high-end silk robe, probably from something like tom ford or balenciaga, in sleek b & w pinstripes or a classy paisley print. It’s the kind of robe that looks expensive without being flashy—tasteful, refined, and just a little bit sexy. he’d leave it slightly open at the chest, showing off just a sliver of his pale skin (scandalous! what a slut!). he’s also got matching slippers, and an eye mask for when he needs to block out sunlight.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he’s got a collection of band tees that double as sleepwear, (pink floyd or rush). then, of course, there are those absurdly dorky graphic tees that are so bad they’re good—like the “nacho average guy” with a cartoon taco or a random graphic of a turtle. peter’s pyjama bottoms are often cartoony and childish. think patterns like cartoon superheroes, or those old-school looney tunes characters. they’re soft and comfy, of course.

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

simple and comfy. he’d throw on a plain cotton shirt and wear boxers. when it’s warmer, he’s in boxers, but when the temperature drops, he’s switching to a long-sleeve thermal shirt to stay warm. his pajama bottoms are a staple—those brown, white, and black checkered plaid ones, they’re slightly worn in from frequent use, but he looooves that soft, lived-in feeling.

[abibliophobiaa]

Hi hi Luna darling

Maybe a blurb about Eddie teaching Reader how to handle chilly weather and get all bundled up and snuggly

(not me being self indulgent as I freeze 😭)

Anyways ily

eddie munson x f!reader baby blurb.

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“Babe!”

His voice rang throughout your shared apartment. You exhaled where you lay curled into the large expanse of your bed, blankets piled up onto your body, trying to do their best to block out the cold.

All to no avail, naturally.

Winter in Hawkins had arrived with no preamble. One day, the weather was in the fifties and comfortable — the next, freezing with a heavy coating of snow covering everything in sight.

“I think the heater’s busted,” Eddie whined, and you heart a harsh slap. Probably his hand smacking the thermostat. “My balls are literally crawling inside my body right now.”

He appeared in the doorway then, still in his work jumpsuit, fingers already tugging the zipper down with a harsh schlick, revealing the familiar sight of his torso.

Long limbs kicked the suit into a ball in the corner of the room as he fumbled around the dresser for a pair of sweats and a sweater. He pulled them on swiftly, hands coming up to rub against biceps, trying to draw any semblance of warmth back into his trembling body.

Your hand thrusted out from beneath your mountain of blankets, and with a hard tug, Eddie thumped against the mattress beside you, his laughter a rumble against your presently covered head.

“Missed my girlfriend all day,” he murmured teasingly, “but I can’t seem to find her. Wonder where she could be.”

Laughter had your knitted blankets jumping, the sound growing in volume and intensity as Eddie proceeded to slap around parts of the mattress, purposefully missing you until he smacked down against the fat of where he knew your ass to be, earning himself a shriek.

He chuckled as you appeared with a pout, forehead wrinkled as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the middle there. “There you are. Got room for one more in there, baby?”

“Maybe,” you grumbled, reluctantly pulling back the blanket to allow him space to curl up against your side.

His body rearranged around yours. The curve of your spine against his chest. The broad span of his forearm slung low against your waist. The swell of your ass in the cradle of his hips. His nose drew lines along the curve of your cheek, loud, smacking kisses pressed affectionately into the plush of it.

Then, when you’d started to feel the warmth seep back into your bones, grateful for your personal space heater of a boyfriend, he slipped his fingers into the front of your panties.

Parted you with a thick digit, his grin plastered against your shoulder. Whispered, “There is another way I could warm you up…”

And boy did he.

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[mugloversonly]

Ugly Sweater Weather

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt VACATION @steddiemas prompt SWEATER wc: 637 rating: G CW: NA summary: Steve goes with Coffin on their first week of touring and discovers the band has a Christmas tradition all its own. ao3

The first week of the Corroded Coffin Holiday Tour Extravaganza fell on Steve’s first week of break from school, luckily he took the week off to unwind.

What better way to unwind than to join the band on the first leg of their tour. It was a small local tour for the holidays and the first few shows were in New York. The Corroded Coffin boys had been in a good mood all day, they were really happy to see Steve. He sighed when he remembered seeing them after that fateful concert.

“What the hell are you doing here, Harrington?” Gareth, the most hot blooded of the band, asked. Just like old times, the band met in Gareth’s parents’ garage to practice, apparently an earthquake didn’t stop them.

“I invited him. Simmer down.” Eddie said as he came in behind Steve. The defacto leader Bear waved Eddie over and the two had a whispered conversation as Jeff and Gareth stared Steve down. He watched as Bear nodded and turned to the small group.

“He’s cool guys.” Like a switch flipped, the two guys relaxed and stepped to their instruments. Bear came over and said lowly, only for Steve. “You hurt him, I’ll kill you.”

Steve shuttered at the memory, he knew Bear could and would do it. But luckily, he loved Eddie and wasn’t afraid to show it.

Eddie needed to go ahead to the venue for sound check, which gave Steve a few hours to pick out his outfit.

Black jeans, with a short sleeved Corroded Coffin shirt, Eddie’s vest (he pilfered when he saw it left in the hotel room) layered on top; he walked in and knew all eyes were on him. Eddie’s vest was a signature look, he practically tattooed “THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND” on Steve’s back, and Steve couldn’t be happier.

He waited with the other VIP members, side stage, and held his breath as the lights dimmed. As the band took the stage, each spot was lit up one by one, saving Jeff, the lead singer, for last. It took Steve a second, but once he realized he burst into laughter.

All four boys were in ugly holiday sweaters. They were all black still. But Gareth’s had a terrible embroidered Christmas Tree; Jeff’s had a fat Santa on the front; Bear’s looked like a reindeer rammed through his chest; and Eddie’s...Eddie’s had a mirror tapped to it. He leaned over to the band manager Chrissy, who he just noticed, and asked.

“Do they do this every year?” She laughed and nodded.

“Last year they had to change them mid-tour because they all inappropriate designs.” She chuckled.

Steve wondered what would be so inappropriate for a metal band. At his look of confusion she whispered, “Eddie’s had Mr. and Mrs. Claus..uh...making the elves.” She raised her brows suggestively. Steve snorted unattractively. He could imagine quite clearly the scandalized look of the towns they preformed for.

Just then Eddie caught your eye from the stage, throwing you a playful wink. But when he saw Steve was wearing his vest, his eyes darkened. They stayed on him for the rest of the show and when he hopped off stage he bee lined right to him. Without a care in the world to who saw them, Eddie kissed Steve square on the mouth, filthier than he should in a public place, but Steve didn’t complain.

“Break it up you two. Eddie we have fans to meet and greet.” Bear interrupted.

“But, Bear! He’s wearing my vest.” He whined, as his friend yanked him away.

“And he’ll still be wearing it later.” He pulled Eddie by the sweater to the other VIPS so they could get the attention they paid for. If Eddie’s glances toward him meant anything though, Steve would get plenty of attention later.

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@katyawriteswhump

buy me a coffee

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Heart eyes

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, tiny bit of angst, fluff, some coarse language, hospital settings & procedure, mentions to medical/chronic condition and pain, body image struggles

Part 2 of ‘You think so?’ | Kiss prompt 17: to distract

“Hey, good morning, honey.” AJ stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, sporting a grey beanie and matching sweater. Your gaze tore away from the ceiling as you grumbled quietly and looked at her.

Her eyes softened, brows furrowed together in concern. “Hey…what’s the matter? Is the pain bad? Do you wanna see a doctor?”

“I don't want to.” You let out a quiet sigh. “Please. It’s be stupid to go for just this bruise.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” AJ said back calmly, “That fall triggered your chronic pain and you know it.”

“It’s the weather.” You rolled around to face away from her.

“I bought breakfast.” She says, a comforting hand on your side, “Your favourite.”

You inhaled carefully, “I’m not hungry.”

You had this terrible habit every now and then, of not wanting to eat. AJ gets it, she really does. But sometimes, she lets her emotions get the best of her. She gets annoyed, pissed off, even. And even though she doesn’t like to show it, you could still feel it, so you just stayed quiet. It wasn’t going to help either of you if you continued disagreeing with her about eating.

“Honey.” Her hand squeezes your side a little and you cringe. To you it felt like she was pinching your fats— she wasn’t. It just felt like that to you in moments like these. Your appetite was rapidly poor due to the weather inducing your plethora of pain across your body, and the bruise became the least of your problems just as quickly.

“I don’t want to right now, the pain’s bothering me too much.” You muttered, still refusing to look at her.

You told her to leave you alone, and she did. But not before she left your correct dosage of pain meds and water on the nightstand. “Take it, okay? Then go back to sleep if you want to.” She presses a kiss to the side of your head. She put your breakfast in the fridge then sat down at the dining table to have her own. After she’d eaten, she returned to the bedroom to check on you. You’d taken your meds so she took the cup away and went to fill up your water bottle instead so you could have that right by you if you needed something to drink. AJ paced the room for a minute before she decided to look through her art notebook to see if any of her half-baked ideas could get completed today.

She stares at this page with a sketch of the words ‘you are my greatest adventure’, which looked like clouds. Her thumb brushes over the details as she looks at the page, her mind running with ideas all of a suddenly. AJ swiftly grabs a pencil from the coffee table and began working, finalizing the look of the words, the objects in the background, and what colours she wanted to use. Once she started, she couldn’t stop until she was done. And boy was glad she could get that piece completed. She got the idea over a month ago when the two of you were snuggled up on the couch rewatching Disney movies— The Incredibles, actually. She had no idea why it took her this long, everything she needed was right in front of her all this time: you. That was your favourite movie, the quote resonated with her, and she could’ve made use of the film’s main colours to fill up the page. But instead, she’s ignored it because she didn’t think it was good enough, almost too readily to leave it as a rough sketch.

Getting to work on art calmed her down. Her frustration dwindled away when she put her pencil down, satisfied with the work she’s done in the last hour or so. You were still asleep, but AJ had the second best company right now— her notebook. It always kept her occupied while you were asleep, or at work, or just out of the house without her. To her, nothing beats being with you and you felt that way about her as well. But dealing with chronic pain meant that you were irritable some days, which she entirely understood and always does her best to help you. Your low moods made it harder to show appreciation so you usually isolated yourself until the pain passed. She’d almost always still sit with you though, other days you’d be clingy, so it wasn’t exactly predictable. An injury in high school caused your desmoid tumour to become a thing, and its rarity made it incredibly difficult to get diagnosed and treated. But you were lucky enough to have been free from a recurrence until half a year ago.

You woke up at about thirty minutes to noom, and she heated up your food for you without saying anything. “I’m sorry, I just…I’m not feeling the best and I didn’t mean to just shut you out like that.”

“I know, and I know you’re sorry. I know you’ll never just ignore me for no reason.” She assured, “Try and eat okay? I’m right here with you.”

You nodded, flashing her a soft smile, “Thank you.”

AJ smiled back, sitting right next to you now. Eating a snack plate as you picked up your bagel sandwich from the plate and took a bite. Hesitant at first, but you soon relaxed and could finish the whole thing. When AJ saw that you had finished your food, she practically abandons her half-eaten plate of snacks and fruit then pulled you onto her lap. You squealed, taken aback. “Give me a kiss.”

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You pouted and shook your head no, just to play with her.

“You want a kiss?” She asks, brushes the hair out of your eyes. Her gaze melts into yours, so soft and full of love…it makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. It made you smile.

Responding with a subtle nod, she leaned in, connecting her lips with yours like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. It starts off gentle, and slow. But she refuses to let go of you, and you didn’t want this to stop. You laughed breathily, feeling her hands on either side of your head. She smiles into the kiss, seemingly never ending but neither of you could get enough. AJ hoists you up and walked over to the couch, placing you down carefully and straddles you quickly enough so that your lips didn’t break away from each other’s. You squirmed beneath her, “You can’t sit on—”

“I know, sorry.” She shifted herself off of you, fast. Anyway, thank goodness for having a sectional couch. AJ kissed her way downwards, skilfully palming your breast in the meantime. She looped her finger through the hem of your shorts and underwear when her lips got to the waistline, eyes watching you, and asking silently if it was okay before she proceeded. You could only nod, then she agily removed those two pieces of clothing and tossed them aside. Pushing your legs apart, her fingers slid down your folds, pushing themselves into you and hooking upward to hit your sensitive spot. You let out a shaky breath, squirming as her hand grabs your inner thigh. Her fingers retract, then her hand leaves your thigh and moves to your clit. Her left thumb rubs your clit rhythmically, then her mouth replaced her fingers, tongue lapping up and down your folds. Your wetness grew, noises started to come out of your mouth, making AJ chuckle. She riles you up just enough then breaks away from you to watch you, heavily breathing and writing. “Such a pretty girl.”

Your cheeks were almost instantly flushed as you turned to look away. “Hey, look at me.” She said gently, finger tilting your face by the chin. You looked at her, though. So she continued her actions, not wanting to push you too much. Within seconds, you feel her lips peppering kisses all over your inner thighs, as if on reflex your hand was squeezing your own tit for more stimulation. AJ had half a mind to push your hand away and replace it with her own, but she doesn’t, she lets you do it. Gradually, her lips found its way back to your cunt, covering just about every part of it before her tongue smoothly slides into your entrance. You yelped, feeling the steady movement of her tongue, the surge after surge of pleasure in your core, the metaphorical coil within you tightening ever so slowly. AJ was taking her time, but you weren’t complaining. You loved this pace, and whatever she was doing. It always feels out of this world.

A whine falls from your lips, her hand that was grabbing your tit loosens and falls lazily to your side. A chuckle from her has you seething feeling the warmth against your own, you throbbed against her mouth, AJ persisted, satisfied. It felt so fucking good.

“Fuck.” You cursed when she added her fingers into the mix once again, “Fuck— fuck, that feels so— that feels so good.” You panted.

“Oh yeah? It does?” Asked AJ, sweetly, “That’s great. Keep going.”

You whimpered in response, gnawing on your lower lip.

“That’s my girl.” She grins, looking up at you, her chin glistening with a small mess of your arousal. You gulped, whining once again at the sight as your hand blindly found its way to the back of her head and guided her back into place. She reciprocated eagerly, you could feel her smiling against you, then her lips wrapped around that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves at the top. You gasped, fingers tangling in her thick hair and your nails dug into her scalp, keeping her perfectly in place. Not like she wanted to leave…but she loved how eager you were now, and she made sure you knew that, by picking up her pace and getting you closer and closer to your release. The closer you got, the tighter your thighs clamped themselves on either side of her head. You knew AJ was more than happy about it, but she always does this— pushing your legs back open then expertly resting them on her shoulders. Somehow, she gets closer to you, and the slight breakaway worked in both your favours. You were too eager to get her back to you, and she also gets to have a peek of what she’s done to you.

Her two fingers glided up and down your folds, idly, watching you clench around nothing…the arousal leaking out of you without an end. She loved watching you, seeing you so blissed out already and on cloud nine. AJ hears nothing but her name, your breathy whines and whimpers, long strings of curse words…her definition of heaven on Earth. She loved you, every inch of you. Sometimes, your mind makes it for you to know that. But AJ works even harder for you to remember.

“AJ, please— I need more, I’m so close.” You nearly groaned trying to hold back, your words came out strangled…nearly pitiful. Your chest was heaving, it was getting harder for you to breathe, and your limbs felt tingly: your climax was close. With a loving smile on her face that ignited a swarm of butterflies in your chest swarming south, a needy whine erupts from your throat prompting AJ to dive right back in, sucking at the nub forcefully and plunging her fingers in and out of you to get you to that high you’ve been wanting. When your back arched, AJ started going at an ungodly pace to push you over the edge while you rewarded her efforts by spilling her name out of your mouth in an unending stream.

You came right into her mouth. Your body trembled until you feel her hand on your thigh, that calming touch brought you down from your high as you found your breath.

She carefully hovers over you to capture your lips into her own, you unintentionally made a little bit of a noise when you tasted yourself on her lips, but hearing her say ‘I love you’ made your heart flutter, and had your eyes completely focused on her face, barely inches away from your own.

You laughed, probably a little delirious from the intense high, “I love you too.”

“I distracted you good, didn’t I?” She chuckles too, pressing another kiss to your lips before climbing off you and helping you up.

You nodded, breath still slightly unsteady, “Yeah, you— you definitely did.”

She pulled you up and said, “I think you should take a shower.”

“Mm, no I think you should come with me.” You sighed.

“Didn’t say I wasn’t. Just gonna clean up this little mess on the couch before I jump in there with you.” AJ snickers, planting a kiss to your cheek.

You swatted her on the chest and blushed, leaning your head on her shoulder for a second. “Okay.”

“Okay. You good?” She looked at you, concerned and serious.

“Yeah, yeah I can manage.” You nodded firmly, “Don’t take too long, though.”

“Can’t get enough of me, honey?” She teased.

“I just…want your company.”

“I know.” She smiled sweetly, cupping your cheek, “I’ll just be a couple minutes, okay?”

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The next morning, you were at the hospital for a routine MRI scan, and like always, they’d have to set an IV plug for them to administer contrast fluid to help with the clarity of the scan. You’ve always hated this part, four times a year for the last five years…yet each time, you’ve only seemed to dread it more and more. “Okay, so we’re doing it on the left side then?” The doctor asks in confirmation.

“It only works on this side, so, yeah.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Hey.” AJ’s hand found its way to your free hand, intertwining your fingers, “Look at me. Look at me, honey.”

You slowly looked at AJ instead, letting the doctor do what was needed. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me, honey.”

You feel the elastic band around your wrist being tightened, AJ then made eye contact with the doctor. She seemingly got AJ’s hint and went ahead to insert the needle. At the same time, AJ’s lips met yours in complete surprise. You didn’t see either of those things coming but could only focus on the latter, much to your own relief and AJ’s. “Okay, you’re all done.” The doctor declared, “One try.”

“Oh, thank you. That was the quickest one I’ve ever had done.”

“Tried my best.” She smiled kindly, “Another doctor will be by in a minute to explain the scan to you. You know the drill. Then, you’ll be ready for the scan.”

You and AJ both nodded, fully knowing what to expect already. “Thanks.” AJ said quickly before that doctor departed.

“Now, I’ll be waiting right outside. Then, we’ll be going into the city for lunch, okay? And then, we’ll be at Build a Bear so you can get one like you always do after an MRI.”

You smiled, getting a little teary eyed. You honestly weren’t too sure if it was because you were touched or if it was the nerves. Maybe both. “You’re okay, my love. I promise. I’ll be right outside, it’ll be done before you know it.”

“You don’t have to take me to—”

She shook her head, cupping your cheek, “It’s the least I could do to bring a little bit of joy to you after…all this.”

A tear slipped from your eye, you chuckled, “Thank you. It means so much to me that you care as much as you do.”

“You’re my whole world, y/n.” She sighs, gazing into your eyes, “And right now…” AJ holds your face, “I’ve got my whole world in my hands. There’s nothing I won’t do to protect you and give you everything you deserve. Because I love you so much, and I want you to be by my side…for as long as you can be.”

“I love you.” You mouthed, swallowing the tears but a bright smile automatically gets plastered on your face, “I love you more than anything.”

She dries your tears and calmed you back down right as the next doctor came into the MRI suite waiting area. He gives you both the familiar rundown of the imaging procedure and the risks of the contrast. Again, you’ve both heard it so many times you could recite it. But still, you listened.

Finally, the scan took place and it went by smoothly. You were allowed to leave afterwards and you went looking for AJ outside in the other waiting room she said she’d be in. She looks up, and you both lock eyes. “Hi, baby.” She hugs you tightly. “Hi.” You smiled, sniffling.

“C’mon, let’s get going. Gotta eat.” AJ nudged, softly taking your hand into hers and brushing her thumb over the bandaid.

“Do you wanna get pizza?” You ask while getting into the car.

“Yeah, sure. Where from?”

“Bleecker Street?”

“Great choice. Was thinking the same.” She grins, shutting the door on her side and starting the engine, “Then Rockefeller?”

“Definitely.” You confirmed, “Never going back to the store at the Empire State if we don’t have to.”

She chuckles, “Well, I hear ya. It’s somehow more crowded whenever we try to go to that one.”

Typically, you guys would be home by sundown, but today in the spur of the moment…you and AJ decided to get some snacks and sat on a pier to watch the sunset down on the skyline of Manhattan. Pebble Beach was one of your favourite spots— it was where AJ actually confessed to you. That memory always makes you feel happy.

“What a day.” You laid your head on hers, “I’m so glad it’s almost over.”

She wraps her arm around your waist, holding you close. “You woke up pretty early, I know. It was a lot. Do you wanna go home yet?”

“Not yet.“ You blocked a yawn with the back of your hand, “Maybe when it gets dark.”

“Sure, honey.” AJ agrees, tilting your face towards her by a finger on your cheek. Looking into those…heart eyes of hers. Always felt like home. Always. Then came a cheeky peck on the lips which made you giggle, “Can’t get enough of me, babe?”

“Of course I can’t.” She smirked playfully, giving you yet another smooch on the lips. “You’re mine.”

“And how lucky I am to be yours, AJ.”

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💭A/N:

This chapter was supposed to be purely fluff but it clearly took some turns🫢

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo, dare I say........fall with neighbor!bob or bungalow!bob???

It's already sweater weather with the leaves falling and Bob comes out of the house one day in his tan Carhartt jacket, his cowboy boots and those tight, dark-washed jeans that show off his pretty little butt perfectly and he tells you that you're going to the orchards.

You guys pick a TON of apples and after, you guys decide to go to the local pumpkin patch to get your pick of the Halloween pumpkins. You bring the dogs too and your little Cavalier spaniel looks super cute in her little orange and green tartan sweater, jumping on the pumpkin carts and all over the fat orange pumpkins while Bob's little blue-heeler is running after her.

You get home and sure enough, Meemaw's gotta cook. Ever since she moved in with you guys, she's taught you all the secret recipes that her mother and her own meemaw taught her how to make. She makes tons of apple pie, cider donuts, apple-cinnamon oatmeal cookies etc. with the apples and the pumpkins she uses to make pie, pumpkin soup, cookies and all sorts of other good stuff.

You and Bob loooooove carving the pumpkins. He gets super into it and can make pretty much anything. For your wedding anniversary, he made a jack-o-lantern that had Jack Skellington and Sally in their wedding getup. Meemaw also taught him how to needle-felt and he made a while Nightmare Before Christmas village.

Leaf piles GALORE!!!! You and Bob have alot of kids in the neighborhood and the parents especially love it when you let them come and jump in the leaf piles. The Daggers all live across the street and let their own kids come play in the leaves. Yours and Bob's oldest boy loves tag-teaming with Natasha's son, Gabe, and Hangman's little dude and they always start playing Navy SEALS in the leaf piles (lol).

Lots and lots of fall knitting. Meemaw taught you how to do the Irish style knitting that her mom and grandma grew up doing in Ireland. Bob still has his lil Irish knit sweaters from when he was a baby and your little girl loves to put them on her teddy bears and on her baby dolls.

You guys love bringing nature into the house and you'll make fall wreaths for the dining room tables and for your nieces and nephews as well. The girls always thing they're fall fairies running around in the woods but you and Bob love it anyways (lol).

Ahhhh!!! The fall vibes!!!

I loooooooooooove autumn and this just makes me 🤩 because it's so cozy and sweet and warm - which are all the best parts of this season! Bringing dogs to the pumpkin patch is my love language!

I can absolutely see all the little Dagger kids playing in the leaf piles and all the potlucks that you and Bob host for everyone - it's a miracle everyone fits in the house!

I need Meemaw's recipes for everything!

[pudgewizard]

Day 15! Sweater Weather! Fat boy fall is finally here!!!

[offmychest-official]

everyone seems to think that "any pronouns" means exclusively she/her for me. it happened with my ex girlfriend, its happening with my mom, and oh boy you better bet your ass it's going to happen with the new pride club i'm going to. lol

in short its because i'm fat with large boobs and with feminine clothing. i can't exactly afford or legally have breast augmentation surgery or whatever, because i'm a minor. i also cant really get new clothes, because i'm broke as all shit!! the only vaguely gnc clothes i have are sweaters and im not wearing sweaters in 100° weather!!! fuck off!!!

i geniunely fucking hate how people get to use "any/all" as an invitation to cherry pick what pronouns they percieve me as instead of literally using any and all pronouns for me like i want. like i get being new to using anything but he/him or she/her but fucking come on man .

.

[cutest-big-dragon]

Anhedonia & Apathy playlist:

Title - Artist format

Give me ideas for songs to add/remove!

I just don't care that much - Matt Maeson

Me and my friends are lonely - Matt Maeson

Hallucinogenics - Matt Maeson

Under my skin - Jukebox the ghost

This is love - Air traffic controller

Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Lent - Autoheart

Agoraphobia - Autoheart

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

Is this what you wanted - Grandson

Great vacation - Dirt poor robins

Do I wanna know? - Arctic monkeys

Why'd you only call me when you're high? - Arctic monkeys

Achilles come down - GANGOFYOUTHSBAND

Sweater weather - The neighborhood

Pigeon - Cavetown

Home - Cavetown

Devil town - Cavetown

Poison - Stick and poke

21 guns - Green day

Breezeblocks - Alt-J

Stolen dance - Milky chance

Black hole sun - Soundgarden

Blackboard.edu - Arlie

Didya think - Arlie

Big Fat Mouth - Arlie

Tossing and turning - Arlie

Too long - Arlie

Water damage - Arlie

Freaks - Surf Curse

Why do you feel so down? - Declan McKenna

Chasing cars - Snow patrol

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

This December - Ricky Montgomery

Can't the future just wait - Kaden MacKay

Blow my brains out - Tikkle Me

Washing machine heart - Mitski

Nobody - Mitski

Lost kitten - Metric

Birds (feat. Terrence Williams Jr) - Thomas Sanders

Misanthropic drunken loner - Days N' Daze

Oh Ana - Mother mother

Hayloft - Mother mother

It's alright - Mother mother

The stand - Mother mother

Verbatim - Mother mother

Temple grandin - AJJ

Candy jail - AJJ

Sick boi - Ren

Money game - Ren

HMU - Tobias Dray

Still feel. - Half•alive

Arrow - Half•alive

Creature - Half•alive

What's Wrong - Half•alive

The fall - Half•alive

Tip toes - Half•alive

Aawake at night - Half•alive

Young - Vacations

Chasin' Honey - Wild Party

Icarus - Jason Webly

Map - Jason Webly

Dance while the sky crashes down - Jason Webly

Last song - Jason Webly

Love me, normally - Will Wood

Kombucha - Winnetka Bowling Leauge

Curses - The crane wives

Tongues & Teeth - The crane wives

Wolf - First aid Kit

Interpol - Evil

I think I like when it rains - WILLIS

Space song - Beachhouse

I'd rather sleep - Kero Kero Bonito

Flamingo - Kero Kero Bonito

Safe and sound - Capital cities

THE BOTTOM - MICHELLE

As the world caves in - Matt Matlese

Everything's Fine (Nuke Song) - Roe Kapera

Hello my old heart - The oh hellos

Constellations - The oh hellos

Trying my best - Anson Sebra

"Two" - Sleeping at last

Two Birds on a wire - Regina Spektor

Wittgenstein's Arm - Niel Halstead

I see fire - Ed Sheeran

Float on - Modest mouse

No children - The mountain goats

This year - The mountain goats

Up the wolves - The mountain goats

Steal smoked fish - The mountain goats

Going to Georgia - The mountain goats

Damn these vampires - The mountain goats

Woke up new - The mountain goats

Love love love - The mountain goats

Old college try - The mountain goats

Twin size mattress - The front bottoms

THE EDGE - Panicland

Let me down slowly - Alec Benjamin

Water fountain - Alec Benjamin

If I killed someone for you - Alec Benjamin

Gabriel - Alec Benjamin

Paper crown - Alec Benjamin

I'm not a cynic - Alec Benjamin

Must've been the wind - Alec Benjamin

If we have each other - Alec Benjamin

Gotta be a reason - Alec Benjamin

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

Boy in the bubble - Alec Benjamin

Sleepwalk - Forrest Day

Handlebars - Flobots

Stuff is way - They might be giants

Ship in a bottle - Fin

Far from home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz

Trouble's coming - Royal blood

Can't stop - Red hot chili peppers

Californification - Red hot chili peppers

Under the bridge - Red hot chili peppers

Snow (hey oh) - Red hot chili peppers

Otherside - Red hot chili peppers

Scar Tissue - Red hot chili peppers

Wonderwall - Oasis

Might be right - White reaper

Cyr - Smashing pumpkins

The middle - Jimmy eat world

Say it ain't so - Weezer

Dissolve - Absofacto, NITESHIFT

Kids - MGMT

Little dark age - MGMT

Overwhelmed - Royal & the serpent.

Cradles - Sub urban

Out of style - The wrecks

This life I have - The wrecks

Freaking out - The wrecks

Typical story - Hobo Johnson

Peach scone - Hobo Johnson

Subaru Crosstreck XV - Hobo Johnson

Uglykid (ft. Elohim) - Hobo Johnson

I want a dog - Hobo Johnson

Moverawayer - Hobo Johnson

My therapist - Hobo Johnson

All in my head - Hobo Johnson

Trashbag baby - SWMRS

Cash machine - Oliver Tree

Miracle Man - Oliver Tree

Alien boy - Oliver Tree

Upside down - Oliver Tree

Introspective - Oliver Tree

Life goes on - Oliver Tree

All that - Oliver Tree

Enemy - Oliver Tree

Let me down - Oliver Tree

Hurt - Oliver Tree

Slingshot - Goodkid

Die happy - DREAMERS

Dead inside - Younger Hunger

Dying in a hot tub - Palaye royale

Lonley - Palaye royale

Terrible things - Brick + Mortar

War - GRMLN

Pretty little head - Eliza Rickman

Better. - Super Whatevr

Runs in the family - Amanda Palmer

Oh, death - SUGR

Better than me - Brobecks

Are you bored yet? (ft. Clario) - Wallows, Clario

Messy - Twin XL

Elevate - Public Theatre

1000 - Your neighbors

Fools - ufo ufo

Dirty imbecile - The happy fits

Dirty night clowns - Chris Garneau

Bridges & Balloons - The Decemberists

Constantinople - The Decemberists

Downhill - Lincoln

Here we go again - Tea

Ally - We the kings

It rains in nyc - Dalynn

The fox - North bloom

Mississippi Swells - Nana Grizol

Cemetery - COIN

Felt like I had died - Left at London

Angel eyes and basketball - Foot Ox

I've been dead all day - Bayside

Wait a minute - WILLOW

High dive - WHY?

Echo in the corner of the room - The frights

I'm gonna win - Rob Cantor

Holy fuck I'm finally done thank god

Fun music tho <3

[alyssalikestoreadbooks]

The Fall of Whit Rivera -  Crystal Maldonado

"Could you plan the Fall Formal with your (hot) nemesis? Whit Rivera is about to find out.

Frenemies Whit and Zay have been at odds for years (ever since he broke up with her in, like, the most embarrassing way imaginable), so when they’re forced to organize the fall formal together, it's a literal disaster. Sparks fly as Whitney—type-A, passionate, a perfectionist, and a certified sweater-weather fanatic—butts heads with Zay, a dry, relaxed skater boy who takes everything in stride. But not all of those sparks are bad. . . .

Has their feud been a big misunderstanding all along?

Blisteringly funny and profoundly well-observed, The Fall of Whit Rivera is a snug and cozy autumn romcom that also tackles weightier topics like PCOS, chronic illness, sexuality, fatphobia, Latine identity, and class. Funny, honest, insightful, romantic, and poignant, it is classic Crystal Maldonado—and it will have her legion of fans absolutely swooning ."

Read Date - November 2024

Length - 352 pages

Genre - Romance, LGBTQ+, Contemporary

Rating - 8/10

Stars - ★★★★☆

Notes - The beginning of this novel talking about PCOS and the love of autumn is a perfect start for me. It hits the nail on the head with the PCOS and gets a jump on one of the struggles in this book right away. It also addresses the main theme: Fall. I love fall. The talk of weight gain is beautifully crafted into the narrative to perfectly display the feelings of truly being fat. As someone who's just lost weight after being very fat, i heavily relate to Whit's talk of how different the shopping is, the way people treat you, and the way everyone comments on your body. Whit however, because of her PCOS, gained weight and couldn't lose it. Whit having to shave her face for the first time, as a woman, is a tough situation. The story of how Whit's Abuela met her Abuelo was so sweet. If i didnt have it as a library book, id have this entire section highlighted. The relationship between her and Aiden faltering out is sad but normal for teenage relationships. Whit finding it hard to give up control of her sister is a sweet scene. Her sister has autism, so she's always tried to protect her when her abuela couldn't, but her sister, lily, isn't a child anymore, and she wants to grow up, too. Aiden and Whit breaking up was so anticlimactic. He was basically emotionally cheating on her the entire time he was away. Whit navigating through her social faux pas with Isaiah was nice, and i'm glad there wasn't a miscommunication trope. I'm not a fan of that. The struggle between Whit and Lily growing apart because Lily is growing up is difficult, and while i understand, it's obvious that Whit is in the wrong here. Lily has to learn on her own. Whit slowly falling in love (and mainly crushing on Isaiah) was so sweet. It's very pining and puppy love. I think the fight between Lily and Whit is so cruelly accurate in the way that life IS like this and there's nothing we can do about it-- because it's LIFE. Lily isn't a baby anymore, and Whit has to let go of the control. I know I'm WAY LATE in this novel to mention how much i love the spanish, but i love the spanish because it reminds me of fall in New Mexico where i live. it's beautiful. The talk of Whit becoming an occupational therapist because her sister has autism is SO cool to me. That's why the clinic i go to for therapy for my autism was created-- because the owners brother had autism. It's such an amazing thing to do as a family member to go into a line of work that helps more people like your family. It's incredible to me, and i love that Whit is thinking about this. Whit's cyst rupturing was a shock that i wasn't expecting. She goes to the hospital, but she's worried about the cost of the hospital bill and the shitty healthcare system. Zay and Whitney getting together while she's sick in the hospital was so adorable for me. It was well timed and the way its phrased was perfect. Whitney missing the festival was sad, and i hope she gets to get better quick. The fall dance was so beautiful and i love that Lily was respected and wasn't forced into the spotlight. Isaiah and Whit are so cute together and i think it's nice that they played the boy band the rivera family is obsessed with. The boy band reuniting and them redoing the date they went on as kids was such an adorable ending to the book. The halloween trick or treating and fall festivities in this book are so amazing, and it really got me in the spirit for the rest of november. I loved this book a LOT.

[themculibrary]

Christmassy Fic Titles Masterlist

All I Want For Christmas Has Been You for More Than Seventy Years (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 9k

Summary: It's Bucky's first Christmas back with Steve in 70 years, just a year since he's come to live with him and the Avengers. Steve's taking him away from the city for the occasion. Bucky assumes it's for his own safety; just in case the hustle and bustle of the New York Christmas Season triggers some of the Winter Soldier tendencies he's been fighting and learning to overcome.

Bucky doesn't mean to take this impromptu trip personally. Doesn't want to be upset. But he's recently recalled and redeveloped his feelings for Steve. Feelings he never shared with him. Feelings he has no idea if Steve shares, so being alone with his super soldier buddy might not be something he's ready for. Only Steve's reasons for taking Bucky away might not be so black and white--or red and green as it may be.

Christmas songs, snowball fights, ugly Christmas sweaters, confessions, and Bucky wrapped up in Christmas lights.

as long as you love me so (let it snow) (ao3) - Word_Addict gamora/peter G, 500

Summary: Just 500-ish words of stand-alone Starmora fluff!

baby, it's cold outside (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/sam G, 1k

Summary: Clint, Sam, Natasha and Bucky are staying in a cabin for a few days during the winter holidays. Unfortunately, Clint and Sam get trapped inside due to the blizzard outside. This wouldn't be a problem if Sam didn't have a crush on Clint.

Bucky's Christmas Miracle (ao3) - vanillafluffy bucky/maria G, 3k

Summary: In which Bucky finally remembers Steve and tells Maria Hill the story of how they first met.

christmas elves, carols, and other clichés (ao3) - D_melanogaster steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Steve and Bucky and Christmas through the years.

Or: The first time Steve and Bucky met, Bucky thought that Steve was a Christmas elf.

Frosty is Definitely a Snowman (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 1k

Summary: “Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaks, reaching down to yank the carrot out. He uses it as a pointer in a futile attempt to reprimand him. “There are…” he looks around and sees that a group of middle schoolers already saw the whole thing. They’re giggling. “There are children here!”

“So?” Tony scoffs, still laughing. He grabs the carrot from Peter’s hand and sticks it back at the bottom of Frosty. Peter is mortified. “Frosty’s a boy snowman. People should know.”

or;

Peter just wants to make a snowman. Tony just wants to ruin it.

Ghosts of Christmas Memory (ao3) - scifigrl47 clint/phil, steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: There were three Christmases that Phil Coulson and Clint Barton spent together that altered their relationship. They were tied together by a song, a job, and Clint's ability to become injured in just about any situation.

Christmas is a time of giving, friendship and love.

home with my love (this christmas) (ao3) - kickflaw steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky opens his mouth in greeting after Steve hurriedly throws open his door, but gets one look at Steve and stops dead. His eyes travel from the Santa hat atop Steve's head, down over his illuminated Christmas sweater and further still, to his slippers, decorated with little reindeer antlers. Blinking, he reaches out to tap one of the fat red light bulbs decorating Steve's chest.

“Huh," he says.

I'll Be Home For Christmas (ao3) - MarleyMortis steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Sergeant Bucky Barnes goes home for Christmas leave.

It's The Great Big Christmas Tree, Mr. Stark! (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Ned cut down a Christmas tree that's way too big. And they need Iron Man to take it.

Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful (ao3) - enigma731 gamora/peter G, 832

Summary: Peter teaches Groot how to have a snowball fight. He'll probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Sleigh Bells in the Snow (ao3) - rainblou G, 1k

Summary: Peter is clocking too many internship hours and Tony thinks he needs a break. Snowball shenanigans ensue.

The Battle of the Tree Topper (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Tony can tell something is off. It takes him a moment of him spinning around on his heels and looking around like an idiot but he finally catches the unfamiliar shine out of the corner of his eye, right at the top of his tree.

“Um, what is that?”

“I don’t know what you’re-oh." Rhodey says. "Super Mario Star. Cute.”

or;

Peter keeps swapping out Tony's tree toppers. Tony's only a little mad about it.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (ao3) - the_irish_mayhem jane/thor E, 5k

Summary: Jane and Thor do Christmas. (Finally.)

Tis the season for holiday smut.

The Santa Clauses (ao3) - peterparkr G, 3k

Summary: Tony enlists Peter to convince Morgan that Santa is real

this christmas, I'll give you my heart (ao3) - buckyismybicycle sam/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Bucky and Sam draw each other's names for Secret Santa - neither of them know what to get and enlist the help of Nat and Joaquin. Cue a lot of misunderstandings.

Tis the Season (ao3) - NachoDiablo steve/sam, sharon/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Sam and Steve throw a holiday party. Natasha is suspicious.

Unwrapped (ao3) - nightwalker steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Tony and Steve each have a surprise for the other. Turns out they were thinking along similar lines.

[yoon-kooks]

how many | jjk | 4

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 4k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: tiny bit of masturbation

◆ the one you found at his place ◆

“I’ve got it bad for the cutie who sits across from me in art class.” Those are the exact words that echo through your head as soon as you wake up.

You’re still wearing his black shirt over your dress, but you’re no longer in his car. It’s late the next morning and you’ve somehow ended up all tucked in beneath the covers of your own bed. The fresh blossomy scent of clean linen has been replaced by his chestnut cologne with a hint of chlorine in the air. At least you had the foresight to get your clingy wet bikini off your skin before falling asleep in his car.

Perhaps you’ll lay in your bed for the rest of the day, wondering whether Jungkook’s confession was a dream or reality. That sounds like a pretty good idea in this gloomy weather, and especially after all the not-so-innocent things that happened in the hot tub. Needless to say, last night was a lot for you to take in.

You groan into your pillow and disappear beneath the blankets. If only the two of you weren’t interrupted.

Before you get too comfortable again, you pop back out of the covers because you know you could use a nice hot shower to rinse off and warm up. The only problem is that you don’t really want to step outside your room when there’s a 99% chance of being confronted by your nosy roommate.

You’ll just have to be quiet.

You roll out of bed and push your door open in tiny increments to make sure the coast is clear. There’s not a Seokjin in sight, but you’re prepared for a jump scare at any given moment. With your door halfway open, you tiptoe toward the bathroom down the hall and breathe a sigh of relief once you’ve made it in safely.

It takes about three seconds for you to realize your rookie mistake. You forgot to bring a clean change of clothes with you.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself as you take a single step back out of the bathroom. You’re met with an immediate “ahem” to your left where Seokjin’s room is.

You spin around, make very clear eye contact with your roommate, dash into your room to grab a long turtleneck sweater and sheer tights, and walk back out as if nothing happened.

“I’m just gonna hop into the shower real quick.” You nod at Seokjin and point in the direction of the bathroom. Maybe you can fool him with how perfectly normal you’re acting.

“Have fun fingerpainting with Jeon Jungkook last night?” His comment makes your whole body flinch mid-step. You guess you weren’t as mentally prepared for an interrogation as you thought.

“It was watercolor,” you correct him. “And yeah, it was fun.”

“Very cool.” He nods along with a dramatic eyebrow raise, not so subtly prompting further elaboration from you.

You sigh. “I’m very aware of what it looks like, but we didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Okay, alright, if you say so.” Seokjin raises his hands and backs off, though he has a pretty satisfied grin on his face. You can’t really blame him when you’re caught in Jungkook’s shirt with a big fat hickey on your neck. “But if you ever want to gush about how good he is with—”

“You’ll be the first to know, Seokjin,” you say before slamming the bathroom door in his face.

After your shower, you hop back onto your bed. Your roommate’s accusations, along with the lingering scent of chestnuts, are enough to remind you of what almost happened between you and Jungkook. You were so close to… a lot of things. And while it was mildly frustrating to be walked in on in the heat of it all, you’re also beating yourself up for falling asleep on the ride home before you could invite the boy in.

Even after a good night’s sleep and a much-needed shower, you’d still like to finish what started in the hot tub because you won’t be able to do anything else until that’s taken care of. You just wish you didn’t have to go solo for this one.

You doublecheck that your door is locked as your hand travels down your stomach and into your tights. All it takes is the mere thought of Jungkook’s touch to get you wet and slick down there. You’re haunted by the feral sounds he’d elicited from you with all his teasing. If his fingers felt that good around your clit, you can only imagine what it’d feel like to have them curled inside you too. And what about that (presumably) large cock of his—

Bing! Despite the phone notification, your fingers keep going. Whoever sent you that message can wait. You’re busy at the moment, and you refuse to be interrupted for what feels like the 8,000th time.

You think of Jungkook again. He’s so handsome, so good at everything, so sweet, and so perfect for you. You feel incredibly lucky that the two of you met the way you did.

Or maybe it wasn’t luck. After all, it was his decision to sit across from you on that first day of class. Maybe that was him choosing you right from the start.

Either way, you’re grateful. Now that you’ve gotten to know him, a world without him would no doubt be pretty shitty. And you adore this intimate friendship way too much to ever give it up.

Bing! Your free hand puts a chokehold around your phone, ready to silence it by chucking it onto the floor. What stops you from following through with that are the contact names across your screen.

There’s one DM from @ArtOfKooking and one text from Jungkook🦆. You decide to check the DM first.

@snowsleeve [FRI 11:13PM] “hello! i can squeeze you in for a consultation next weekend if that works for you?”

@ArtOfKooking [SAT 11:36AM] “Yes, next weekend sounds good! Thank you so much 🙏”

It’s official. Your art is going to be forever engraved in Jeon Jungkook’s skin. And you can’t wait to finally share that hidden part of your life with him.

If that isn’t enough to justify the interruption of your orgasm in the making, the cute little text from Jungkook🦆 is.

Jungkook🦆 [11:37AM] “🍍🍕🥺”

And you thought you were the only one not-so-subtly asking the other out on a date without explicitly saying it.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re standing outside his apartment with boba in hand. The door opens, and you’re greeted with bedhead, a (different) black tee, sweatpants, and a tiny meow.

You gasp at the fluffy white cat rubbing its face against Jungkook’s legs. “You didn’t tell me you had a cat.”

“Hi to you too, Y/N.” There’s a hint of jealousy in the boy’s voice as you push the boba into his hands and crouch down to pet the purring kitty. “And she’s not mine. She belongs to my roommate, but she likes to follow me around.”

You hop back up and follow Jungkook and the cat inside. As they lead you down the narrow hall, you snicker at all the white fur stuck to the back of his shirt—clear evidence that he must love the cat as much as she loves him.

“What’s so funny?” He doesn’t turn around until he reaches the door to his room. He leans in the doorframe as he waits for an answer.

“You.” You poke his chest because, yes, the front of his shirt has just as much cat fur on it. His eyes travel from your finger, up your arm, and to the rest of your body.

“You look cute, by the way,” he says. It’s the first time he’s called you cute, and yet it doesn’t feel like it. You’ve noticed the way he always eyes you in class, regardless of the amount of thought you put into your outfit. He’s never had to say a word for you to know that he adores you and your style. Then he taps the nape of his neck—the same spot where he kissed you last night. “But you know what works even better than a turtleneck for these?”

You know where he’s going with this. “A tattoo?”

“Just a subtle one that covers your entire neck,” he jokes. “Then I won’t have to hold back.”

“Who said you have to hold back?” You grin at the boy as you walk into his room. Jungkook doesn’t seem like the minimalist type, but his room says otherwise. If you don’t do a thorough investigation, all you’ll find is a bed, a closet, a rug, a gaming chair, and a desk with a computer and a pizza box.

“Well, your roommate looked like he was about to either kill me or thank me when I brought you home last night. I couldn’t tell which one it was.” The boy shrugs as he sets the boba down next to the pizza. You shiver at the thought of being fast asleep, all curled up in Jungkook’s arms as Seokjin watches like a hawk.

“Probably both,” you say to scare him a little, even though you know Seokjin is your number one supporter when it comes to your love life. “But I think you have his approval.”

“Good.” Jungkook pulls you in by your hands and stares into your eyes. Rather than the look of lust he had last night, his smile this morning is warm, gentle, and something about it makes you feel so special.

Ten minutes into eating pizza, you learn something new about Jeon Jungkook. He eats his Hawaiian pizza as is—like a normal human being, unlike you who prefers to pick the pineapples off and eat them first. Does that make him boring? Kind of. But he makes up for it with an open mind.

“Try it,” you say, pressing a pineapple chunk against his lips. After a playful nibble on your finger, he accepts your sweet little offering.

“Wow, tastes like pineapple.” He widens his eyes with fake astonishment but proceeds to pick the pineapples off of his own slice anyway. He pops them all into his mouth until his pizza is free of any fruit. “This is groundbreaking stuff, Y/N.”

“You know you like it, Jeon.” You finish up your slice, take a sip of your boba, and spring to your feet from the cute little picnic on his bedroom floor. It’s time to snoop around.

You plop yourself into his gaming chair and jiggle his mouse. The keyboard lights up red before fading into the rest of the rainbow. His screen flashes on a second later. The first thing you see is a message that reads, “Disconnected from game in progress.” The timestamp on the message is coincidentally right when you arrived at his doorstep.

“I hit plat in the last act,” he says over your shoulder. He places his hand right over yours and moves the mouse to close the message. The home screen looks like some sort of FPS game.

“I have no idea what that means.” You turn to look at him. His face is closer to you than you thought. 

“It means I’m kind of a god at this game.” He smirks. The only reason you believe him is that he’s proven to be good at everything he does.

“How do you have time between gaming, working out, comp sci, and art?” You ask because the boy somehow still manages to make time for you.

“I just focus on whatever’s important to me.” He closes the game, spins you around in the chair, and opens the top drawer of his desk. He steps aside and encourages you to continue your investigation.

The drawer is filled with at least five sketchbooks, fancy pens, pencils, an unopened box of condoms, and several sheets of silicone skin. You pull the skin out from beneath the condoms.

“Practicing your tattoos?” You fan the sheets out and feel the texture. They’re thin, stretchy, and pretty good quality by your standards.

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” He sounds surprised that you know exactly what they're used for without any context. From the middle drawer, he pulls out his tattoo pen and hands it to you. Suddenly, you have an urge to ink his skin right here in his bedroom.  “My buddy Yugyeom has been helping me out with it.”

You’re somewhat jealous of that Yugyeom guy. You’d love to be the one who teaches Jungkook the ways of a tattoo artist. But for now, you can at least assess what he knows so far.

“Show me how it’s done, Mr. Tattoo Artist.” You place the pen back into his hand and a silicone sheet on his desk, but he just stares at you.

“You’re really putting me on the spot, Y/N.” Jungkook runs his fingers through his untamed hair. His usual man bun is hot and all, but he can apparently pull off bedhead just as well. Everything about him is effortless, and it’s not fair. “I’m too shy,” he says with a face that is anything but shy.

“Right,” you say, clearly unconvinced. Despite what he tells you, he takes a seat in his gaming chair and gets set up. 

“I’m still trying to get the depth and voltage right,” he explains as he drags the pen through the fake flesh in a super straight line. Looks pretty good to you. “I haven’t gotten to the exciting stuff yet.”

You raise your hand. “I have a request.”

“Wonderful. Do you want a straight line or a wavy one?” he jokes.

You frown at how he’s underestimating his capabilities. His lines have the right amount of saturation without blowing through the silicone. Fake skin doesn’t work exactly like the real thing, but you can already tell he’d do great on an actual client.

After his line warmup, you poke the faded heart on his hand. “Can you try replicating this one?”

“That one uses a different needle I haven’t tried yet.” He digs through the middle drawer again and pulls out a mag needle. “We can play around with it, though.”

You watch as he tries to get a feel for the new needle. It doesn’t seem like Yugyeom has given him any guidance on this one yet, but trial and error is an artist’s best friend. You’re glad to see that Jungkook isn’t afraid to make mistakes.

“By the way, I got an appointment with @snowsleeve.” He says it so casually as he shades in the shape of a heart.

“So it’s finally official.” You look more excited than surprised. “Did you decide on a spot yet?”

Jungkook finishes shading in his second attempt at the heart, sets the pen down, turns to you, and says, “Where do you think her art would look good on my body?”

In your opinion, there’s no wrong answer to this question. You can easily picture your art anywhere and everywhere on his body. Still, you’d like to scout out the vacant spots on his body that aren’t already covered in someone else’s art.

“I’m gonna have to do more thorough research before I can answer that.” You plop your ass on the boy’s bed. For a second, you worry that your invitation is too subtle. But thankfully, Jungkook takes a hint and lays you down against the mattress with a kiss.

His lips are strong but not too aggressive. They coordinate well with yours, like dance partners nailing their choreo with perfect chemistry. You’ve never felt so in sync with someone, and it’s never felt this natural. 

“You’re a really good kisser,” he says when he finally lets you breathe. The boy sure is handing out a lot of compliments today. 

“I don’t think it’s just a me thing.” You stare up at him as his body hovers over you. It finally occurs to you that Jeon Jungkook is on top of you. On his bed. “I think it’s more of an ‘us’ thing,” you say. The physical chemistry is undeniable, after all.

“Us,” he repeats. “I like us.”

More kisses. They’re the most wholesome kisses Jungkook has given you so far. Not that you’re complaining. You’ll gladly accept any form of lip locking, as long as it’s with Jungkook.

“I like us, too,” you say softly.

Just then, the bedroom door swings open. “Hey Kook, you’re having pizza without m—” 

From beneath Jungkook’s body, you make eye contact with another boy whom you presume is the owner of that adorable cat. With his mouth wide open, the intruder immediately takes one step back. Suddenly, the room is still.

A groan comes from above as Jungkook climbs off of you. He scoops up the pizza box with a few slices left in it and shoves it into the other boy’s hands. For the first time, you see Jungkook’s glare. Is it bad that you find him extremely hot when he’s mad?

“My bad, I didn’t realize your sex hiatus ended.” The boy bolts out of the awkward situation, but not before waving to you and saying, “Good to meet you, Y/N.”

You didn’t expect Jungkook’s friends to know who you were. But now you’re curious as to what’s been said about you.

“What’s this about a sex hiatus?” You snicker as Jungkook dives back onto the mattress and rejoins you up at the pillows. His piercing expression has already softened.

“Namjoon is the only one calling it that.” He cringes at the term, but that doesn’t last long. His arms snake around your body and pull you into a warm embrace. Today he smells sweet like a vanilla latte.

“Then what do you call it?” You snuggle closer and look up at his handsome face. He has a cute little birthmark just below his lips that you never noticed until now. This is the first time you’ve been close enough to examine his features without being all caught up in your sexual desires.

“A break from my usual antics,” he says. “Some might say I haven’t been living up to my reputation lately.”

You can’t say you knew a whole lot about Jungkook prior to meeting him in art class. But you’ve heard a few rumors of a boy on campus with a lot of tattoos, a lot of piercings, and a lot of one-night stands. You never thought to put two and two together, though it doesn’t come as a surprise at all.

“Your influencer reputation?” You decide to tease him a bit. Maybe it’ll get him to elaborate instead of being vague.

“No, no, not that.” Jungkook chuckles, continuing to wave off anything having to do with the word influencer. But then he straightens up. “It’s—I have a reputation for having a very… active sex life.”

A fuck boy would be proud of that—the body count, the stories, the idea of being desired. But you can see the look on Jungkook’s face. It’s not about pride or bragging rights. His hold around you tightens just enough to notice, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away through his fingers. Something about it concerns you.

“You? With an active sex life? I would’ve never guessed,” you say with a straight face and a sarcastic tone, hoping to lighten the mood. It makes you feel a little better when he cracks a smile at your smart remark.

“I usually don’t care about what other people think or if they judge me for the way I live my life.” Jungkook entwines his fingers with yours and admires how perfectly the two hands seem to fit. “But I know that sort of thing could be a red flag, and with you, I—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt him. You know what he was going to say, and you want to assure him that he doesn’t have to worry. You’re not going anywhere. “I know what I was getting myself into when we started hanging out more. And besides, if sex were the priority here, it’d already be done and over with by now. You wouldn’t have picked the pineapples off your pizza, we wouldn’t be cuddling like this, and you wouldn’t have ever brought me to a duck pond.”

He’s proven many times that this connection isn’t just built on physical chemistry. When you’re with him, you feel safe, cared for, and so incredibly happy. He might know how good he can give it to you on a physical level, but he doesn’t give himself enough credit for how he makes you feel beneath the surface.

You slide your hand up his chest to the back of his neck. Goosebumps emerge beneath your touch. He scans your eyes as you stare back. 

Up until this point, things between you and Jungkook have been implied and not explicitly stated. There was always some sort of unspoken agreement that the two of you were clearly more than just friends, and yet, nothing was official.

But you don’t want to just assume anymore. And you don’t want him to wonder about it either.

“Last night in the car, you said you’ve got it bad for the cutie who sits across from you in art class, right?” you ask. His nod prompts you to continue. “Is it a coincidence that I’ve also fallen for the hottie who sits across from me?” 

Jungkook leans in with a grin. “Definitely not a coincidence,” he whispers before pressing his smile against yours. “He’s a lucky guy.”

Between kisses, you ask, “Do you think he and I should date?”

He nods again and says, “You’re perfect for a guy like him.” He must notice the chill that was sent down your spine because he pulls a blanket over you and him. You press your body up against his as much as possible. Your heart has never felt warmer. “I like the guy he’s become from spending all that time with you, Y/N.”

“It goes both ways.” You smile, knowing that you’re glowing. You can’t imagine someone being more perfect for you than Jungkook. He’s everything you could’ve ever asked for. “Who would’ve thought all of this would come out of a shared interest in body art?”

“Should I show you another tattoo you haven’t found yet?” He catches you off guard a little. You’d seen him shirtless in swim trunks just the night before, so you were almost ready to assume you’d found them all. But you guess not.

Then a dirty thought comes to mind.

“Wait, it’s not a dick tattoo, right?” You peel the heavy blanket off of him even though he’s still fully clothed. The cat jumps onto the bed to investigate with you. Her pupils are dilated just like yours.

“Why do you look so eager?” he laughs. “Maybe I do have a dick tattoo, but that’s not what I was going to show you.”

He sits up and points to his foot planted atop the blanket. There’s nothing on his ankle or on the top side. You wrap your fingers around his ankle and lift his leg up to check the bottom of his foot. The cat sniffs his toes and makes a funny face.

“What the fuck is that?” you ask, staring at a ruler with what you assume to be accurate measurements in centimeters. “And why?”

“That’s the result of consuming a little too much alcohol with a tattoo parlor only a five-minute walk away,” he shrugs, indifferent about that life decision. At least it’s well hidden. “I wanted to be able to measure anything wherever I went. Or at least that’s what I assume my thought process was at the time.”

“And you said I was the weird one,” you tease. 

“Hey, you never know when this ruler might come in handy.” He’s playfully defensive and you love it.

“Any other hidden tattoos you wanna reveal right now?” All this talk about a dick tattoo is making you curious as a kitten.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. He sinks back down and pulls you in at the waist for yet another kiss. “I want you to keep thinking about the dick tattoo I may or may not have.”

Of course Jeon Jungkook knows exactly what you were thinking about. He didn’t have to call you out like that, though.

“Well, since you’re teasing me, I’m gonna tease you back.” You wiggle yourself into his chest and close your eyes. “I can confirm that I have exactly one tattoo somewhere on my body.”

[bisexualvampires]

Still Be Loving You

2.3k

Summary: Waking up in their lakehouse on the morning of their first wedding anniversary, Dean gives Cas the letter he'd meant to read on the altar one year ago today.

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Dean woke as the first sunburst rent the morning sky. Through a crack in the curtain, he watched its reflection on the thawing winter lake beyond.

It was his favourite time of day. The birds were just waking up; their little feet scratching the roof of the lake house, not yet belting out that routine war cry that led to Dean’s husband wearing ear protection to bed every night. Angels, it turned out, were the only winged beings not fond of early rising.

A soft snore to Dean’s left shifted his attention. He turned his head, careful not to move around too much. There was a process to starting the day with the man who loved to sleep like only an angel who spent millennia without it could.

No coffee, no Dean, no dice. Them’s the rules.

Dean couldn’t complain.

Golden light crept across Cas’ broad back, illuminating tanned skin and taut muscles. A mess of dark, feathery soft hair spilled over the pillow Cas hugged, his face turned toward the wall of family photos. One photo, hung on a hand-carved wooden frame, stood out among the rest.

It was taken a year ago, right down to the day. The first picture taken of them as married men; Dean in his black tux, Cas in blue, their lips locked together in the kiss that sealed the deal. Dean’s hand around Cas’ backward tie, pulling him closer, the band of his ring on full display.

Even without the evidence of the moment frozen in time, Dean would never forget feeling that immortal smile on Cas’ lips against his own. How badly Dean had been shaking with nerves and anticipation. The smile lines at the corner of his eyes, the mess Cas had made of his own hair, the unopened letter peeking through Dean’s breast pocket – every little detail brought him back to that moment.

One year, he’d spent starting over. One year of building something new, making plans that weren’t already drafted by a deadbeat god in week old sweatpants. A year of staring down the past like the barrel of a gun and choosing every day to forgive themselves for hard calls and bad choices. Of waking up every morning just like he is now; sober, well-rested, and skin to skin with the man whose soft touch was never made for humanity but chose it anyway. Chose him.

Cas was right: happiness is in the being. But there wasn’t a doubt in Dean’s mind that it wasn’t in the having, too. Fate was dead and they’d been doing just fine making it up as they went along. Better than fine, really. It didn’t always feel like he deserved this, but there was no denying how right it felt. How happy they both were.

Already, the room was bathed in amber light, and Dean knew it was only a matter of time before Cas woke. He climbed out of bed, slipping his feet into the bright yellow Bert slippers Claire had gotten him for Christmas. The kid thought she was hilarious, gifting Cas a matching pair of Ernie slippers. Jokes on her, Dean thought; these bad boys were memory foam. And he made sure to wear them every time she visited.

At the bottom of the bed, he found a discarded sweater Cas had knit him at the start of winter. Turns out the dude’s weekly meetings with the old ladies in the local library’s Stitch & Bitch club had paid off. And here Dean thought they’d just been complaining about their husbands.

Dean pulled the soft sweater over his head, peering at the yellow stitching in the mirror. The fat bumblebee resting atop his heart smiled up at him, the words “you’re my bee-loved” carefully sewn beneath it. Who knew looking like such a dork would get him laid every day?

He spared one last glance at Cas before making his way to the kitchen to get coffee started. While he waited, he put the radio on low and got a fire going in the hearth. It felt good to have a routine; to take care of a place of his own. Once the weather got warmer, Dean knew he’d miss late nights sitting by the fire, his legs hanging over Cas’ own. He’d miss falling asleep to the soft crackling sound, warm and safe and content. But spring was on its way, and with it came the promise of long days fishing in the lake. To some people, that probably didn’t sound like much. But to Dean, that promise was everything.

Cold bit at his bare legs as Dean made his way to the small garage at the back of the lake house to refill his stock of firewood. Baby shone in the morning light, taking the spotlight from Dean’s latest project.

He’d been working on the boat since the first frost of winter. It didn’t look like much right now, but he’d built her from scratch. She needed sanding down, and he was still waiting for a couple parts for the busted old motor he’d picked up from the salvage yard, but there was plenty of time. Besides, working there a couple of days a week, he was just as likely to stumble on something better.

The warmth of the fire welcomed his return to the house. Dean dropped the newly stacked bucket of firewood back where he’d found it and headed straight for the coffee pot.

They had plans later that evening for what was the worst-kept secret anniversary party. Nice as it would have been to make plans for the full day, it was a relief to have the morning to themselves. This time a year ago, Dean had broken out in cold sweat twice over, forcing him back to the shower as he was hit with what everyone kept calling “pre-wedding nerves”.

It’d been a stupid idea, not seeing Cas before the ceremony. Every last son of a bitch that tried calming Dean down, only served to stress him out all over again. His thoughts had been all over the damn place; the vows and speech he’d practised for weeks slipping out of his mind entirely. It was only when he’d snuck outside the Roadhouse, desperate for a breath of fresh air, that everything snapped into place. Seeing Cas over by the car, Claire frantically flattening out his hair while Cas pulled at his tie – suddenly everything else wasn’t important. Cas had caught his eye across the way and, just like that, his angel’s shoulders relaxed.

An idea hit him then, and Dean made toward the bookshelves he’d built into the living room wall. Finger trailing along the spines, he paused at his beat-up old copy of On The Road. Flipping to the middle, he found the envelope right where he’d left it.

The words he’d scrawled inside were meant to be spoken in front of a room full of everyone they cared about, but when had his plans ever gone right on the first try? The people at their wedding, they didn’t care about dumb speeches. At least, that’s what Dean told himself after he’d cried like a baby the moment Cas had looked at him like a deer in the headlights at the altar. The guests didn't give a crap about any vows – they’d been there to celebrate Dean and Cas, to dance and eat and be merry, and in the end that’s exactly what went down.

Maybe Dean had hardly managed to say more than “I do” during the wedding, but he could still recite every last line in this envelope. Besides, there was only one person who needed to read these words, and right now, he was laying in their bed, pillow shoved over his head to drown out the singing of the birds outside.

After fixing another cup of coffee, Dean made his way back to the bedroom. He placed the envelope on his own pillow, the blankets on his side lost to the burrito that was his husband. Dean set Cas’ mug of coffee on his bedside table.

This was always his favourite part.

Dean swung one leg over Cas’ body, bracing his knees on either side of Cas’ ass. He bent low, pressing kisses along Cas’ spine, moving up toward his shoulders. One hand carding through the dark mess of hair, Dean shifted to lay on his side, pulling Cas into position as the little spoon. A low rumble of protest quickly turned to a breathy sigh as Dean kissed along Cas’ throat and jaw, finally stopping at his cheek.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean grinned, feeling the scrape of Cas’ stubble against his cheek. Cas hummed in response, a hand darting out to pull one of Dean’s legs over his hip.

Dean already knew where this was going, but it was going to have to wait.

Cas twisted to lay on his back, pulling Dean on top of him in an awkward shuffle of limbs and blankets. He was already smiling before he cracked open one eye to regard his husband.

“’m gonna go down to the lake, buddy,” Dean said, purposefully shifting his hips to taunt the hardness beneath his ass. Finally, both of Cas’ eyes opened wide. Hands ran along Dean’s thighs, coming to a stop at his hips. It took everything Dean had not to react when Cas’ hips ground upwards. Already kicking himself, Dean leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his husband’s lips. “Meet me when you finish your coffee,” he winked, tearing himself away before he thought better of it.

“What’s this?” Cas frowned, eyes falling on the envelope.

Dean’s cheeks heated. “Just wait ‘til I get some pants on before you open it.” He grabbed a pair of jeans, watching warily as Cas weighed the envelope in hand. “Drink your coffee, asshole,” Dean said, getting the hell out of there as quick as he could.

It wasn’t as if the letter spilled any dark secrets or embarrassing crap – Cas knew how Dean felt. Dean made damn sure of it. Writing those vows, it’d been so soon after getting Cas back. Everything had moved so damn fast. But it was the truth, his truth, and Cas deserved to hear it.

So, Dean made his way down the small walkway toward the lake and waited for his best friend to join him. He glanced down at the ring on his finger, the small sliver of Cas’ grace encircling the band glowing bright even in the daylight.

Dean smiled to himself.

He’d been a husband for a whole year already.

Twenty minutes passed before Cas appeared, carrying a fresh mug of coffee for each of them. He took a seat next to Dean, throwing his legs over Dean’s own without hesitation.

“Good morning, my love,” Cas smiled.

Dean felt his ears burn as he leaned in for a kiss. Cas’ lips were soft and warm after the February chill; the taste of coffee lingering on his tongue.

“Those were your vows” Cas stated, his eyes seeking out Dean’s own.

Dean nodded, dropping his gaze to his mug. “Yeah, that was them.”

Cas’ hand closed over Dean's, squeezing in gentle reassurance. “Thank you for sharing it with me,” he said, his voice gruffer than usual. “I’m glad you waited until now to show me.”

Dean looked up warily. “So you can grade me on how well I’ve kept up my promises?”

“You’ve been very good to me, Dean,” Cas said softly, lifting their held hands to press a kiss to Dean’s knuckles. “And an excellent father to Jack.”

Dean returned the squeeze of Cas' hand. He knew he’d been doing better, but it felt good to hear it. Better than he thought it would; his shoulders slumping slightly in relief. “It’s been a hell of a year, huh?”

Cas nodded, a shaky smile on his lips. “It’s gone by so fast.”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Hard to believe it’s been a whole year since you shattered every lightbulb in the Roadhouse.”

“I didn’t realise so many of our guests would be carrying firearms.”

“Dude,” Dean laughed, “room full of hunters and you go full Michael Bay on the building. What d’you expect?”

Cas rolled his eyes but laughed along with his husband all the same. Dean pulled him closer, resting his head beneath his husband’s neck.

They stayed that way for a long while, swapping stories of the wedding. How Jack and Claire had been sneaking booze from the store room of the Roadhouse. Dean receiving an anonymous text after the party had wrapped for the night, saying only “when you get tired of feathers, here’s my number” followed by the devil horns emoji. Getting bootycalled by Crowley on his wedding night wasn’t exactly on Dean’s bingo card. Sam staring at Eileen all night, twitchier than usual, had been less of a shock. The poor sap had no idea his girlfriend was planning to pop the question only hours before Sammy got the chance to do it himself.

They talked about buying the lake house; how it seemed to fall into their lap at just the right moment. How they’d spent their summers having family barbeques, and swimming in the lake. This past year hadn’t always been easy; after everything they’d been through, all of this seemed too good to be true. But it was real, Dean reminded himself. If anything in this world was real, it was them. Their home at the end of the road was the peace they’d never dared dream of.

A strong breeze blew across the lake, sending a violent shiver down Dean’s spine. Cas stood, pulling Dean to his feet. His arms circled around his husband’s waist.

“I’d like to watch Braveheart with you,” the angel said, with all the sincerity of a declaration of love.

“’bout time, sweetheart” Dean grinned. “Let’s go home.”

[everything-but-my-bones]

Looks/mood change.

[jimlingss]

i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother. 

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset. 

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.” 

It was one date. 

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?” 

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch. 

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong. 

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried. 

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more. 

This time you kiss each other unabashedly. 

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Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: fluff - lots of that, a cheesy Sam, reader being a pain in the ass, mentions of smut (I'll make it +18 just to be save), a few cursing words

A/n: Thank you @speedycatbluebird for requesting this! I first thought I can't do this because for me Sam isn't all that romantic but for me I found a good way to make him romantic but not too ooc. I hope you'll enjoy this and I'm sorry for the cursing words and my failure to write it without hints of smut. AND sorry for me taking so long! Oh and This is not beta read! (As always haha)

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With a loud sigh you took the last bite of the cake on your plate. Eating this sweet stuff wasn’t a good choice while the hot sun burned down on you.

“Call me a superhero for finishing this without dying.”

You groaned while leaning to the site, resting your head on the shoulder of Sam who was sitting next to you.

His body vibrated at his laughter as he wrapped one arm around you and Bucky in front of you grinned.

“Aren’t you already?”

AJ, next to Bucky lifted his eyebrows and Cass besides him nodded.

“She’s the coolest aunt that’s for real.”

You joined the laughter at the table, feeling your chest warm up by the kind words of the boys.

“The only thing that’s left is that your uncle makes her your aunt for real.”

The murmured words of Sarah on your other side let you freeze for a second, and you look up to Sam’s face to check if he heard her.

But he was chatting with Bucky again and even if he heard it, he acts like nothing happened.

“Babe I’m tired.”

Hours later you still leaned on Sam’s shoulder listening to his stories about the fight in New York and his new suit to other members of the neighborhood.

The sun was halfway gone, but the warm weather and excited ambience wouldn’t let anyone think about going home.

Sam hums approvingly in your hair as he places a kiss on it, “We’ll go soon.”

You really enjoyed the whole day, but now all you wanted was to go home and cuddle up in your blankets.

“Come on boys. Let’s go home, it’s late. Say Goodnight to Sam, Y/n and Bucky.”

Two hours later, Sarah was the first one to stand up, followed by AJ and Cass even though they didn’t seem too happy about it.

“Good Night Uncle Sam, Good Night Aunt Y/n, Good Night Uncle Bucky.”

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sam smiling at them and even Bucky smiled by them calling him uncle.

“Good Night boys.”

You yawned with a smile and watched them go.

“See you later at home.”

A few minutes later only Sam, Bucky and you were left.

“I think we should go too. She’s already sleeping.”

With closed eyes you heard Bucky standing up, the bench he was sitting on scratching over the wooden underground.

“Nahh she’s not. She’s just trying to make me do what she wants.”

For another time his body shakes as he giggled, gently lifting you up in his arms and starting to walk.

“He’s right Bucky.”

Loud enough for them both to hear you, you mumbled the words which made them both laugh.

“If so, you can walk on your own, can’t you?”

Sam attempts to put you back on your own feet, but you protest by groaning into his chest.

“Okay fine.”

He softly laughed again, and you opened your eyes a bit to look at him but closed them immediately as he looked down on you.

“Ah god damn it, we have to go back. Buck go home we’ll follow soon. I forgot my phone on the table.”

You felt how Sam turned around to go back and heard Bucky saying goodnight.

“Y/n you’re not as lightweight as you look.”

“Thanks for that, you’re not as charming as you pretend Wilson.”

You slapped his shoulder, eyes open again and narrowing at him.

“Also you’re a bad liar. Your phone is in your pocket. I can feel it.”

The last bit of daylight showed him smirking down on you while he let you sit on the table.

“But maybe I am romantic and wanted to spend a moment here with you alone.”

“Don’t go cheesy now. You just called me fat.”

With crossed arms and a pouting face you watch him groan but laughing while hiding his face.

“I didn’t, I just said-”

“Anyways. You could have told Bucky that you wanted to be alone with me. I think he would have left voluntary when we would have start making out.”

You giggled on his frown but stopped as he leaned down, his face a few inches away from yours.

“Y’know what. I’ll remember that for the next time.”

He gave your lips a peck, but you grabbed him by the shoulders before he could lean back.

Pressing your lips on his you heard a growl from him which made you smile into the kiss and deepened it by pulling him even closer.

“Y/n…” You bit his bottom lip to stop him from talking, but he was stronger than you and moved back, only this far to face you.

“It wasn’t my intention to make out.”

“C’mon Sam, if you want to be romantic it’s logical that I think that we’ll do more than just make out. Besides, its one of the rare places where we didn-”

“It’s really hard to be romantic if you’re not at the slightest.”

He wasn’t mad about you, the ankles of his mouth raised up a bit, and you could tell that he already thought about it as well.

“Then you have to try harder.”

He sighed as he watched the calm water around you, eyes switching back to you as you attempted to remove the sweater from your body.

“Y/n no.”

He grabbed your hands, holding them to stop you and bringing them onto his chest.

“I try to focus y/n. Please give me a moment.”

“Focus on what?”

With closed eyes another groan left his mouth at your question.

“I’m tryin’ to… damn this is harder than I thought.”

He cleared his throat before locking his eyes with yours again.

“Why is everybody saying it’s easier when you’re already there.”

He mumbled more to himself, making you start to worry a bit about him and brushed over his cheek to make him relax.

“Babe just say what you wanna say.”

“Sugar I’m tryin’. God damn it.”

He took a deep breath, whispering several curse words before speaking up again.

“Listen. You know me, I’m not that type of guy who makes big speeches. This in New York was different.” He rolled his eyes at your frowning, “Whatever. I’m not this romantic dude, you know that. What was the most romantic thing I’ve ever done?”

“Making me the best Mac n Cheese ever when I was sick last month?”

“That was a rhetorical question y/n.”

“Oh… but you’re romantic Sam. You may not notice but for me the good morning kisses and cuddles are very romantic.”

“Really? I just think it’s… it’s not romantic for me, I think, because you just deserve it.”

You blushed at his confession, “See that was romantic too.”

“Okay okay umm… Well I wanted to say that I love you. I mean I really love you. After all this shit I’ve gone through, we went through…. All the stress in the last weeks, Flag Smashers, Super Soldiers, John Walker.”

“Now that you mentioned Walker it’s not romantic anymore.”

For a brief moment he laughed, putting his hands in his pockets before pulling out a ring.

You gasped as you stared at it, eyes switching up and down from his hand to his eyes.

“Now that you are really destroying my efforts to make it a proper proposal, I’ll make it short.”

He attempted to kneel down, but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders to support yourself as you stood up.

Your legs had become jelly and your whole body started to shake while tears built up in your eyes.

“Yes. Don’t you dare to ask me that cheesy ass question. I say yes.”

He wanted to groan again by your move to hide him from making it right, but his view became soft when he saw the first tears rolling down your cheeks.

“So you will mar- Ouch.” You slapped his shoulder which caused him to laugh, “Okay okay, we’re going to marry yes?”

“Yes we will.”

Already sobbing you took him into a kiss, softly moaning into his mouth as his lips moved smoothly on yours.

“Can I first put that ring on your finger before you spring onto me?”

With a blurry view you watched him slowly putting that finger on your shaky hand with the brightest smile you have ever seen.

“I love you so much Sam.”

“I love you too, sugar.”

Still with that bright smile on his face, he brushed away the tears on your cheeks. Pure love and admiration in his eyes by your whispered words.

“You’ll tell my sister. She will kill me if she finds out that I planned it all on my own.”

“Fine but first I’ll come back to the topic that we didn’t have sex before on this place.”

“You’re really a pain in the ass y/n.”

“The pain in the ass who is going to marry you dumbass.”