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Wren: Watch and learn, losers. Wren: Ah, FUCK! Jude: Still waiting… Wren: Shut it! Alex: [muffled] Ough. Alex: I think we’ve still got a chance. Wren: Robin spends enough time in dreamland, don’t you start too.

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Alex: Oh my god, I can’t… Oscar: Having trouble, ladies? Courtney: [whispers] Ignore him, keep eating. Alex: That wasn’t so bad, actually!

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[coughing] Alex: It’s kinda fun hearing you make a noise, but please don’t die. Alex: Worth the asthma attack, huh?

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Wren: Look at his face-.. he’d be swearing like hell if he could. Wren: But no one can beat me at this ga-.. ah HAH! Alex: No one? Wren: Okay, he beat me once-.. but it was his birthday, so I let him and he can’t deny that right now, so it’s a fact.

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Melody: You should steal his frog hat so we can match. Alex: Geez, the lighting in there is terrible-.. I’m totally framing this though.

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Wren: She’s doing it wrong, show her how-.. maybe grab her waist or something. has an asthma attack at the thought Alex: I don’t think skating is for me…

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[Robin snickered, definitely not writing naughty words with his sparkler] [laughter]

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future. 

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~ 

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7. 

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season. 

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching  the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find. 

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his.  Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate! 

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Mini Fanfic #648: Going Out (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

11:33 a.m. at the Smash Mansion......

Dark Pit: (Makes his Way to the Door and Opens it) I'm heading out!

Pit: Wait. You are? We're about to play Mario Party in a few minutes.

Ren: Yeah. You love those.....that and causing Ryuji misery along the way.

Ryuji: (Glares at his Bro) Dude!

Ren: (Shrugged) Hey. It's the truth.

Ryuji: Yeah. But.....still!

Dark Pit: Trust me, as much as I would love to mess with Skull Boy and countless his losing streak....

Ryuji: (Rolled his Eyes in Annoyance) Glad to see you're still liking my suffering in the brand new year, DP......

Dark Pit: You bet your ass I do. But alas, I have to go somewhere. It won't take too long though.

Makoto: Alright. But be sure not go out for too long, okay? We have a long day ahead of us.

Dark Pit: Roger that, sis. (Walks Out the Door) Later.

'Door Closes'

Pit: Huh. I wonder where Pitto is going to in this early time.....

Futuba: (Shrugged) Probably going out for a walk or something.

Pit: Maybe......

11:54 a.m. Outside of the Big Bang Burger Building......

Dark Pit: (Standing Beside the Building While Checking the Time on his Phone) Where the hell are they? We agreed meet here around 11 and everything.....('Sigh') I guess maybe they really are busy after al-

????: PITTO-KINS!!!~

Before Dark Pit could react to anything, he immediately gets hug tackled by a energetic girl with a peach colored ponytail.

????: (Smiles Brightly While Hugging Dark Pit) It's sooooo great to see you again!~ Happy New Year's!~

Dark Pit: (Blushes While Sighing and Gently Pats on the Girl's Head) It's....good to see you too, Kyoko....

?????: D'awww~ Did our angel boi actually waited for us?~

Dark Pit: (Sees a Another Girl With Black Hair Making her Way to Him and Kyoko While Smirking) ('Tch') The hell do you think, Misako? You did told us to meet up here. And yet you're twenty minutes late.

Misako: Yeah, sorry about that. We were finishing our make-up. And by "we", I mean little miss pretty girl over there.

Kyoko: (Pouts at Misako) Hey! There is nothing wrong with getting yourself ready for a date. Speaking of which....(Turns to Dark Pit) How do I look, Pitto-Kins? Do I look okay?

Dark Pit: You look great, Kyoko. Don't worry about it.

Kyoko: (Blushes While Smiling Brightly) Awww~ Thank you!~ You really are a sweetheart~ (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Cheek)

Misako: (Starts Smirking at her Boyfriend Again) Well, he did waited twenty minutes for us to get here. (Playfully Pulls on Dark Pit's Other Cheek) Goes to show that this Dark Angel here has a big heart after all~

Dark Pit: (Blushes Even More While Groaning ('Ugh') Whatever! Can we just go in and eat already?!

Misako: Lead the way, babe~

Inside the Big Bang Burger Building.....

Pit: (Sitting on his Side of the Table) So.... how's school going for you girls? Get into anymore fights lately?

Misako: (Raised an Eyebrow While Sitting on the Other Side of the Table with Kyoko) Bold of you ask of us that on our date, angel boi.

Dark Pit: Hey, you're the ones who got yourselves into them on a daily basis.

Kyoko: That is true.

Misako: (Glares at Kyoko) Seriously?

Kyoko: (Pouts at her Best Friend) Oh don't be like that, Misako! Name one time we HAVEN'T gotten ourselves in a fight.

Misako: I.....(Was About to Come Up With an Answer, But Ultimately Gives in When She Couldn't Think of Anything) ('Sighs in Defeat') Fair point. (Turns Back to Dark Pit) But even still, you don't need worry about something like that, DAD. We can take care of ourselves just fine in any fist fights, thank you very much.

Dark Pit: I know. You two kick a lot more asses than I can count. It's kinda impressive if you ask me.

Misako: (Smirks at Dark Pit Once) Admiring us already, babe?~ That's a shock~

Dark Pit: (Glares at Misako in a Bit of an Annoyed Manner) You just love to mess with me, don't you?

Misako: (Shrugged) Hey. It's not my fault you're too easy to tease~

Dark Pit: (Rolled his Eyes) Anyways, I was thinking.....You guys are interested in participate the Smash Tournament with me someday? I can try and talk Mario into letting you two join.

Misako: (Seems Unsure) Ehh.... I think we're gonna take a hard pass on that one.

Kyoko: (Frowns a Little) Yeah.....Most of the fighters there are wayyyy tougher than the any guys and gals we've faced so far. We wouldn't even stand a chance.

Dark Pit: I dunno. I think you girls might have a chance if winning a fight or two. You both are pretty strong after all.

Misako: You think so?

Dark Pit: Yeah. I mean, you were able to send a Yakuza's daughter flying from a literal building before. If you can do that, then I don't see you having any problems facing against anyone in Smash. Not even aganist me.

Misako: (Smiles a Little) You really have that much faith in us, huh?

Dark Pit: Of course I do. You two are my girlfriends. It's only natural for me to give you all the support that you need. (Starts Blushing a Little) Cause I love you guys like that, you know....

Kyoko: (Heart Begins to Melt in Happiness) Pitto-Kins.

Dark Pit: Yeah.

Kyoko: Can I hug you? Like, right now please?~

Dark Pit: Can't we just wait until we-

Kyoko: (Immediately Gives Dark Pit the Sad Puppy Dog Eggs While Wobbling her Lips Up and Down)

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fiiiiine. Come here.

Kyoko: Eeee!~ (Excitedly Got Up From her side of the Table, Sit Next to her Boyfriend and Hugs Him Lovingly) Thank you for being a supportive boyfriend for us~ We really appreciate it a lot~ (Gives Dark Pit a Another Kiss on the Cheek) ('Mwaaah')

Dark Pit: (Blush Turns Bright Red) H-H-Hey! What with the kiss!?

Kyoko: (Giggles Softly) Sorry~ Your cheeks are practically kissable at this point. Plus, you never said that I can only hug, sooooooo.......

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Shit. You're right.

Kyoko: Yep! Misako, you wanna join us?

Misako: (Shrugged) Eh. What the hell? (Got up from her Seat and Make her Way to her Girlfriend and Boyfriend) It has been a while since I made our dark angel boi's heart skip a beat.

Dark Pit: Do you have to kiss me right now?

Misako: (Place Two of her Hands on Dark Pit's Cheeks and Give him a Seductive Smirk) Yep. Now plucker up those lips~ (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Lips) ('Mmwaaah')

Few Minutes Later in the Streets of Smash Town.....

Kyoko: (Sighs Relaxingly While Walking Next to her Girlfriend and Boyfriend) That was a good lunch date~

Dark Pit: Yeah. Not gonna lie, I actually had a great time today.

Misako: Same. (Smirks at Dark Pit) I especially had fun messing with you earlier~

Dark Pit: (Looks Away From Misako While Crossing his Arms) ('Tch') A kiss is a kiss. It wasn't that big of a deal....

Misako: Oh really? Then why were you lighting up like a Christmas tree when we walked out together?~

Dark Pit: (Starts Blushing Yet Again) N-No reason.....

Misako: (Chuckles Lightly) You're adorable, you know that?~

Dark Pit: Kyoko is the adorable one in this relationship. Not me!

Misako: Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, cutie.

Dark Pit: (Glares at Misako) What was that?

Kyoko: Now, now, children, there's no need for any of us to fight. We can a be cute together~

Misako: Yeah. No.

Dark Pit: Not happening, Kyoko.

Kyoko: (Turns Away from The Duo in a Pouty like Fashion) ('Hmph') Cowards.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') As much as I would love see your cute, pouty face some more, I gotta get back to the mansion before my dork of a brother and the rest of the gang gets worried. Hope you understand.

Misako: Eh. Don't worry about it. (Smiles Softly) Being able to spent time with you at all today is good enough for me.

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) Me too!~ Thank you so much for letting us take you to lunch.

Dark Pit: I should be thanking you for having me. (Gives Both Misako and Kyoko Each a Kiss on Their Cheeks) Be safe out there. And try staying out of trouble for once, alright?

Misako: (Playfully Rolled her Eyes) Okay, dad, we'll try. You better text us back once you get home.

Dark Pit: Relax. I will.

Misako: I'll hold you to it. (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on one Cheek)

Kyoko: (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Other Cheek) We love you~

Dark Pit: Love you guys, too. Take care. Alright?

Misako: (Smiles Softly) Will do, chief. (Walks Away) Later.

Kyoko: (Walks Away with Misako While Happily Waving Goodbye to their Boyfriend) Have a nice rest of the day, Pitto-Kins!~

Dark Pit: (Waves Back at his Girlfriends Before Slowly Smiling Softly Once He Sees Them Walking Away in a Far Distance) (Huh. Funny. Who would've thought having two girlfriends would be pretty nice?)

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[demonsofhunting]

All My Sins - Chapter 8

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Even after months Castiel still holds on to his lost love. Meg is doing her best to keep him distracted, but the priest is everything but content with their forced relationship. And then everything changes...

Warnings: AnGsT XD

Words: about 1600

A/N: Welcome to chapter eight! <3 There will be something big happen at the end of it, so keep reading. :D This one was pretty fun to write - I just love writing Meg, okay? She's awesome! And so are you guys - thank you so much for your love and support!

Catch up here ( Masterlist ) :D

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

Weeks go by and by, time flows on like a wild stream...unstoppable. Fast. Deadly. And Castiel Novak is doing his best to keep it together. He searches for his love, almost every single day. And even if he sometimes loses hope, he always gets back up and moves on. Because that's what lovers do, right? They never let each other down...never. He tries to live his life as normal as he can, always looking out, carefully. The police actually showed up on his doorstep a few times with some more questions. Cas lied every time, obviously. They always believed him, letting him be. They haven't found the body of the woman that Cas buried, either. Well, they haven't found it yet... The priest moves on, he goes to mass almost every day, doing what he can to show the town's people that he is nothing but...an innocent priest, carrying God's wisdom into the world. And Meg. Meg. She visits every mass, staring at him with desire and so much possessiveness that it scares him. Okay, maybe she was there before, but he hadn't notice her until now...it's intimidating. It feels terrible. But Castiel has no other choice. He needs more time, time to find Dean. And if this means to spend some time with Meg Masters to keep her content and quiet, he will do that. But he needs to watch out, because...she is really smart. The priest noticed that right away on their first 'date'. She looks at him like she peels his skin off, slowly, wanting to take a look underneath it. Her smile is always so damn mysterious, and Cas would be happy to know what she is hiding, because she definitely is. Maybe she's a serial killer? I don't know... The have sex too. A couple of times actually. Castiel can't say that he enjoys it, but...he knows that he has to do it. For Dean. And he does it, again and again, until he feels empty inside. So damn empty, and dark. There is nothing but a raging fire inside his heart that keeps him going. A fire that is caused by nothing but burning love for the one who got away. A hopeless cause…

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey! What are you thinking about? Stop that, it does everything but turn me on when you look at me like that," Meg scoffs, kissing him, roughly. "I...I'm sorry," he whispers, his hands running through her long, dark hair. "You better be," Meg chuckles, kissing him again. Her hands are lying on his chest, making him almost shiver. It's not that he hates her, because he definitely doesn't. She is actually pretty funny sometimes, and she is hella smart. And she is incredibly beautiful. Isn't that what every man wants? The priest looks to his right side, carefully. They're in a dark alley between to buildings in the big city nearby. What a place to make out...it's so dirty. Suddenly, he smiles, weakly, as he has to think about how beautiful this experience with Dean would be. How he would gaze into this emerald eyes, diving deeper and deeper into them, tasting these soft lips... "Clarence! What's wrong with you?!" Meg hisses, and pushes him against the wall that is behind his back, firmly. I still don't know why she has to call me like that. It's weird. She looks at him with disappointment in her eyes, and raises an eyebrow to stress her question. Castiel breathes, heavily. His hands are playing with the material of his shirt, nervously. "I'm sorry, Meg. I'm just kinda uncomfortable with being in public while...you know...," he mutters, his gaze searching for her's. "God, you're so boring, honey," she moans, tilting her head, "But I'm really into this 'I'm so damn innocent' thing. It's pretty cute." With these words she steps forward, grabbing his hand, softly. "Wanna go into a club or something like that? I feel like we could have much fun there," she suggests, smiling. The priest shrugs, forcing a smile. "Sure," he mutters. "Perfect!" Meg says, "I know a great place. You'll love it." Cas can't help but wince internally. Oh, sure. I bet that I'll love it.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they enter "The Devil's Gate", which is a pretty popular night club, Castiel gets the chills. It's loud and crowded, and filled with flashing lights. It smells like sweat and different kinds of weed and alcohol. Great. Why am I doing this to me? It's everything that he hates. Masses of people who are doing nothing, but dancing, screaming and...well, consuming drugs or making out. And it seems like Meg is about to attempt to do the last of these things with her 'boyfriend'. Cas can't help but try to be as inconspicuous as possible. He's more than just a little uncomfortable, not to mention his normal daily clothes that let him seem very misplaced. Meg laughs, guiding him though the dancing masses. They pass a large bar that is filled with people as well. So many people...I feel like I'm going crazy. And suddenly, they're dancing. Very close. Meg rubs her whole body against his, kissing him with passion. He can't help but does the same, feeling every single part of his body moving like in trance. I'm doing this...for Dean. Just for Dean. He thinks about all the times he woke up screaming after seeing Dean being hurt in his dreams, or even killed. His heart is beating fast...way too fast. His sight is getting blurry, all the noise is just...way too much for him to take. And Meg. The taste of her sweet lips, her longing hands everywhere. "Clarence," she whispers in his ears, and he can literally hear her smile. She knows that she uses him. And she loves it. This needs to stop. I can't - And that's when he sees him. A tall, familiar figure. A young man in a leather jacket is walking through the dancing masses, heading for the front door, maybe. Cas heart skips a bit. He would notice this silhouette everywhere. He saw it in his dreams every night, feels the touch of this other body everywhere when he closes his eyes. Always. Dean. "DEAN!" he screams, pushing Meg aside. He tries to fight his way through the people without losing sight of his love, but there are so many of them that he has no chance. The figure is gone. Maybe he already reached the front door. And the priest runs as fast as he can. As he reaches the door, he storms outside, breathing in the fresh air, deeply. "Dean?!" he asks, his heart beating so hard like it wants to jump out of his chest. He looks around, looks down the street both ways. It's completely empty. No one is there. No Dean. "No..." Castiel whispers, feeling the tears coming up his throat, "No, no, please...Dean..." He sobs, balling his fists. Of course, it was not Dean. My mind was playing tricks on me. It looks like you have to face the truth, Novak. You're going insane. "Castiel? Castiel!" Meg calls in the distance, but her voice is just a quiet whisper in the back of his head. I'm going insane, I - A hand grabs his shoulder, firmly, and he turns around, just to face a very angry woman. Meg's face features are cold as ice. But there is anger in her eyes, oh, so much anger... "What are you playing here, huh?" she asks, calmly. "I...I thought I saw someone I -" "Shush," she interrupts him, quickly, "Don't say it. Don't you dare to say his name." "Dean is - " "Oh, great. You did it. Now I'm pissed. Is that what you wanted, Novak?!" she screams right in his face. "No!" Cas contacts, heavily, "I...I'm just tired, okay? I'm so tired of your little games and all that shit! I'm going home. Now!" "Oh, okay. Then I'm going to tell everyone who you really are! Is that what you want, idiot?!" she rants, and her palm hits his cheek with a loud smack. It burns. Okay, that's it. I'm done. "Go ahead, do it, Meg! Do whatever you want, because I don't give a fuck anymore! Bye!" With these words, he turns around, and shows her a pretty clear gesture that she interpretes just right, if he can trust the long row of cursing words that she sends his way.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Castiel reaches his home at late night after he just took the bus, leaving Meg and her car - with which they drove into the city - behind. It feels terrible and good at the same time. As he walks up the stairs to get to the floor with his apartment, he hesitates. There is somebody up there. Cas doesn't know how, but he just knows that he isn't alone. "Hello?" he asks, shivering. His heart begins to race, his hands are feeling sweaty. Jeez, one day I'll just have an heart attack and die because of all this shit. "Cas?" It's a familiar voice that is whispering his name from up the stairs. A loved voice. Deep, and a little rough, filled with an hopeful attitude. Suddenly, the priest is at the verge of tears. No! This can't be! I must be hallucinating, I - But he already runs up the stairs, fastly. He almost trips a couple of times, but then he reaches the right floor, finally. Just to see him standing in front of him.

Dean Winchester.

Cas heart stops…

  ( A/N: CHAPTER NINE <3 )

That was chapter eight! Thank you so much for reading, and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

We Move Lightly - Chapter 8

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: swearings. The basic of always.

Word count: 3.599

A/N: due to Tumblr’s links problems, I’m not going to put here the link for previous chapters, masterlist and my ask (which my inbox happens to be OPEN for requests) but you all can keep up with the link for my masterlist in my bio!

A couple of days later, you receive a text from Ivar.

Of course that it wasn’t his first text after that day when you met him after his doctor appointment.

But it was a text that made your heart jump.

Here’s the thing: I really wanna go out with you today but for that to happen I gotta delivery some projects first. U think we can put those two things together?

He was direct, not wasting time on calling you some sweet name (like he did sometimes) or with some chit chat. He went straight up to what he wanted, and that lightened something inside of you.

Before you could answer, he already sent another text.

After I deliver those projects my summer will finally begin and I want it to be with you - by the time I’m free of those things I wanna be with you at some nice place doing something nice. Gotta no time to waist.

After all, summer’s short, you text him back immediately. You think about how he put the word “we” in “think we can put those things together?” and your heart skipped a little bit more.

We.

You and Ivar.

It’s gonna be the longest summer, darling.

You bit your lips. Darling.

When are you leaving to hand those projects?

Around 1 pm. Be ready, I’ll knock.

You smiled and you felt like you didn’t have to answer to that, like if Ivar knew that you were smiling and that was some sort of “okay”.

*

By the time you were putting your dress on, a lightweight fabric of yellow, Ivar knocked at your door.

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. You took more time than planned on the makeup, not being able to decide what to do. Should I put mascara? Or not? What about blush? Lipstick or gloss? You couldn’t decide, and that took more time than the makeup itself, which ended up being only mascara and gloss. You wanted to feel good with yourself and not wear too much - that was your daily makeup, on days that you actually put it on.

You ran downstairs, grabbing your shoes on the way. You put the right one and opened the door.

Ivar was wearing pants that its fabric didn’t look too hot, but the fact that he was wearing them already made you sweat. It was starting to get really hot, how could he wear that? His T-shirt was tight on his muscles, making all of them show up to you. You had to hold your deep breath.

He raised an eyebrow at you, then looking down at your feet, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Oh, right,” you laugh and put your other shoe on. “I’m ready,” you tell him while grabbing your little purse and locking the door.

“Where are your parents? I thought that they might open the door.”

“Groceries. Where are your projects?”

“At the car,” he pointed with his thumb to the black Sedan behind him. You thought that you held a surprise look on your face, because Ivar said: “What?, did you really think that we would walk all the way in this hot weather? Maybe when we get to our destiny, but not all over the way downtown.”

Yeah, you actually thought that maybe you two would walk all the way - even because you had no idea where Ivar would hand his work and because you were used to walk and take the bus.

But you had no idea that he actually had a driver license.

You wanted to make a joke of that so you could ease yourself up a little, but you were scared to hurt his feelings, so you asked: “Is this car yours?”

“Yeah, that’s my girl. I got her when I was 16 and cannot give it away. It’s not even my type of car, but… it has its meaning.” You smiled at that.

“Maybe one day I’ll know what she means to you,” you said gently.

“You’re not jealous, are you, Y/N?” Ivar said with a cocky smirk while opening the door for you. You gave his smirk back at him as you entered the car.

“Wow, a real gentleman…” you heard him laughing as he closed the door. You saw that he was limping a little.

“First stop,” he said when he got in the car. “Get rid of the work.”

“And the next stop?” You asked smiling.

“Where the summer begins,” he looked into your eyes and smiled at you. You thought that maybe he would kiss you, but that didn’t happen. You took a look at the back seat of the car to see a whole bunch of rolled papers.

“Wow, that’s a lot of work! When you told me that you’re busy with all of this, I didn’t imagine that it could be so much! I knew that it was a lot, but not… this…” you were surprised.

“Floki has a new idea and I kept working on that… half of what’s there are some ideas that can fit his own. To improve it, I don’t know.”

“You do deserve a longer summer,” you said distracted.

“So do you,” but you didn’t pay attention to that.

*

You were waiting inside the car while Ivar went upstairs the tall and glassy building with his arms full of projects. Even if it wasn’t hot or too far, you guessed that you could never go walking. You took the freedom to grab your phone from your purse and connect it to Ivar’s radio. You let your music playing in a low volume, humming along.

He opened the door to find you singing in a low tone.

“Hey, there.”

“Oh, oh, hi,” he caught you off guard, making you drop your phone and blush.

“I see you made yourself comfortable there,” he was already leaving the parking lot.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t say a word and, after he turned the volume up, you saw him smiling.

“I have no idea what you’re listening to, but I like it.”

You smiled and looked out the window. You were too shy to sing along but, inside your head and your body, you felt as loud as the music.

*

“I think I’ll call that the first stop of our next stop,” Ivar said stopping the car at the park. “What about some ice cream?” He asked smiling.

“You just read my mind; why are we wasting time?” You quickly got out of the car, waiting for Ivar. He stood at your side, offering you his hand to held. Your lips opened a little in surprise - you didn’t remember holding hands with Ivar. Well, at least not like this. On your first date, if that could be called a date (which you did like to call it) you two held hands at the dark of the café, but that was different.

Here you would walk holding hands.

Showing to everyone that you were together. As a couple.

Or something leading to that.

Walking to the ice cream shop, Ivar said: “I still haven’t said how beautiful you look today. But not only today, everyday actually, but today I still haven’t said it. Or… any day…” he scratches the back of his head. “Shit, that came out wrong.”

You were smiling at his embarrassed way, how quickly he got lost in his words.

“I give you a new chance to express yourself better, Lothbrok,” you said holding a laugh.

“Hey, don’t laugh, ain’t fair,” he passed his hand through his hair, which was in a man bun. “I ruined the whole thing.”

“You didn’t.”

“I just wanted to say that everyday you look beautiful because you are beautiful, and you look beautiful today. Just like every other day. I also liked very much your dress,” he said looking at you head to toes. You giggled.

“Thanks,” you squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek, slowly and gently.

You wished that Ivar couldn’t tell how you felt, because inside you were just a happy mess, like if all of yours cells were partying, very drunk. You were with the stars, heart pounding, happiness running through your veins.

You were in love.

After you two ordered your ice creams, Ivar led the way. Sometimes he had to pull or push you here or there, because you had no idea where you were going and you didn’t quite follow Ivar’s movements.

You were at the park, but going somewhere there that you’ve never been before.

“Okay, we’ll have to crawl here,” Ivar said.

“What?”

“Here,” he pointed to a bush.

“There’s no way to crawl there, Ivar.”

“Of course there is,” he said playful and pulled the bush up, the leaves and branches expanding to show a rabbit hole just like in the Disney movie. “Here, hold it please,” he gave you his ice cream. “I’ll go first, then you.”

You couldn’t ignore the fact that you were kinda worried about Ivar’s legs, his knees. You saw that he was taking care of it, while trying not to be obvious. “The branches can scratch a little, but it doesn’t hurt; it’s very soft.”

“Okay.”

Ivar’s hands appeared to grab the two ice creams so you could crawl.

“How won’t you let our ice creams fall on the ground?”

“Y/N, you forget that I deal with pencils and stuff. My hands are very good and secure.”

My hands are very good and secure. You tried not to think too much about that and started crawling through and under the bush.

“Hi there,” Ivar said giggling when he saw your head.

Once you passed you sat on the grass and took a look around. In front of you had a passage through trees, a tunnel of flowers. You could only see pieces of the blue sky cut by the branches. Ahead the tunnel you couldn’t see much because of the strong sunlight.

“Out of words?” Ivar asked. You nodded. “It got me like that too when I first found it.”

You couldn’t stop thinking about when he first found it. With another girl? Alone? Did he bring every girl here too? You decided to stay silent, to just enjoy the view. You took your ice cream from Ivar’s hand.

“Ladies first,” he said when you got up, gesturing towards the path. You walked under the flowers, looking up at them. They were yellow, pink, white. All the leaves had a different ton of green. The noise of cracking branches and leaves under your feet. Ivar kept talking behind you. “When it got worse I had to get a wheelchair, and wasn’t very happy about it. That was making me feel miserable. I was the different kid at school. Everyone looked at me, with pity in their eyes. I had to stop playing, running, swimming. And I was stuck in a wheelchair.” You were walking slowly, dividing your attention to Ivar and to that place. “I refused to use that thing out of school. At home I would crawl everywhere. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to not use that thing. I was 14 years old. One day Ubbe dragged me with him to downtown, just close to this park, while he did some things. I didn’t want to be with him, so I started walking around. Well, ‘walking’,” he laughed a little at his memory. “I got just near where we crawled through that bush when I saw a dragonfly. It was flying around me, and I wanted to get it, but it was a little higher than me, sat down on the wheelchair, so I had to stand up on my feet. I did that. I did that and started following the dragonfly - I remember how much my legs started to hurt. Until they couldn’t support my weight anymore and I fell. That made me so angry, it showed that I couldn’t walk anymore, and maybe never again. I started crawling, not having a specific destiny. So I noticed something curious in that bush, and… and I found this. I found this incredible place on a day and a situation that I was on my worst. Since then it was always my safe place. Now it can be yours too.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah.”

“So you never showed it before to anyone else?”

“Never.”

You stopped at the end of the path, where it opened to a little lake. There were some animals, and the sun reflected on the water. You felt Ivar stopping right behind you, close enough so you could feel his presence so close to you.

You felt something cold dripping on your breast - when you looked down you saw that it was your ice cream.

“Crap,” you mumbled, trying to clean it. Ivar was laughing, amused. “It got on my bra too, I can’t believe it.”

“I could clean it for you,” he said in a suggestive tone.

“No you couldn’t,” you said blushing, not wanting to fill your mind with those thoughts.

After you’ve cleaned yourself, you and Ivar got a spot under a shadow to sit on the grass and look at the lake.

“It’s so calm here,” you whisper, not wanting to make noise.

“It was the calm after my own storm.”

“It means a lot, you know that?”

“What?”

“It means a lot the fact that you showed me this place.”

“It means how important you are to me. How much I like you. You make me feel different, a way that I’ve never felt before. I like you that much, Y/N.”

Ivar was leaning towards you, and you moved with him, closing your eyes. The tip of his nose touched yours and you held your breath. Your foreheads touched. His fingers started trailing your arms to your shoulders, to the crook of your neck and then to your cheek, holding your face with both of his hands. You could feel his breath.

You grabbed his wrists, placing your hands on top of his, so you could feel them.

His hands are rough, the type of hands that you could never, ever imagine that could make such gentle movements, touches. But Ivar was an artist, of course his hands could perform such things.

And maybe other things.

You took a deep breath at the thought of his hands running through your body.

How hot his skin is, you thought.

You felt Ivar’s soft lips slightly touching yours, just a peck of a kiss. A hint. Both of your lips stayed like this for what felt like the longest time, until you opened your lips for him.

As his tongue touched yours, your hands trailed to the muscles of his arms, its hardness under your touch, his hot and smooth skin. You free his hair from the man bun, gripping it hard. Ivar lifted you and put you on his lap.

He kissed your lips, your nose, your ears, your neck.

He bit your lower lip, making a moan left from you and, at that, he gripped hard your hips, which made you move them on top of him. He groaned under his breath, hardening the grip on your hips and pushing you a little, breaking the kiss. He was breathing hard.

“Are you okay?” You asked him. He nodded, his eyes closed and mouth open. “Is it your legs?, am I hurting you?” You touched his legs.

“I’m fine, it’s not my legs. I just… I needed to breath,” he said with an airy laugh. You didn’t know why Ivar pushed you back a little and you weren’t paying attention, but the reason why he broke the kiss and the distance was because of the growing bulge. Always when he was with you and he kissed you, he tried his hard ass for that not to happen, but sometimes he couldn’t control it.

And that was one of them.

“You are amazing, you know that, right?” Ivar said, shining eyes.

Even though you were under the shadow, you could see sparkles of the sun on Ivar’s eyes, yellow swimming on blue.

“Hey,” you protested when something landed on the tip of your nose.

“It’s a ladybug,” Ivar said laughing. “Wait, no no no, don’t scare it away, you look adorable, just… hold still,” Ivar got his phone and took a photo of you.

You always were a shy person but, somehow, at that moment, you didn’t care about being in front of a camera. You didn’t care about how you would look, because it didn’t matter.

“Wanna see it?” Ivar asked. You nodded. “No?” He sounded surprised.

“No. Do you know how to skip stones?”

“If I know? I’m the best of my brothers.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So I guess I’ll have the best teacher, then.”

“Guess so,” Ivar took some impulse to stand up. “There are some stones on the riverbank.”

You ran first and took a hand full of little stones, showing them to Ivar.

“It has to be the perfect stone. Here, this one. Every stone that looks like this,” you started separating them, making a pile on the ground. “You grab it like this and twist your wrist like this. You need the perfect speed, rotation and angle. It needs practice.”

You tried the first time. The stone sank in the water. You tried the second time. No success.

“Here,” Ivar got behind you, his left hand on yours.

“Are you left handed?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m right.”

“Oh. Okay, so… I’ll show you with the left hand and you try with your right hand. Here. Your fingers go like that and… when you throw it, you’ll make this movement.”

The stone flew from your hand, skipping so much that at some point it just got lost.

“Hey, you’re good!” You said looking at him.

“Told ya,” he winked an eye at you. “Your turn.”

You did with your right hand what Ivar showed you with your left. Your stone skipped two times. You looked at him with a big smile, like a child would look at its mother after doing something marvelous.

“Need some practice, just like I said.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be even better than you,” your shoulder pushed him aside.

“What? No way, I doubt it,” he said playful.

“The greater the teacher is, the greater the pupil will be.”

“Even greater than the teacher?”

“Even greater than the teacher.”

“I’m waiting for that.”

You kissed the tip of his nose on your tip toes. “I’m gonna take my shoes off.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Ivar was bare feet, his pants rolled up to his calf, skipping stones. You could see almost all of his back muscles under his tee and they working as he threw the stones. You decided that was your time to take a photo.

Your first photo of him.

“Hey!” You heard him calling for you while you appreciated the photo. “The pupil will never be greater than the teacher if she keeps looking at her phone! Drag your lazy ass over here!” You laughed.

“I’m not lazy,” you joked.

“Oh no?”

“No. It was just a picture.”

“A picture?” You nodded. “Of me?”

“No,” you said.

“Okay,” Ivar didn’t sound convinced.

*

The day ended with you sat on Ivar’s lap, snuggled although the hot weather, looking at the sunset. His arms were hugging you by your waist, yours on top of his, hugging him back. Your legs were tangled with each other. His chin was resting on the crook of your neck.

“I like it here,” you told him.

“We can come more times.”

“I thought that this was already implied,” you felt Ivar smiling.

You thought that a day couldn’t end more perfect than this.

But so did you think that that night at the café.

And that night at his house when Amy was here.

But for now, you thought that a day couldn’t end more perfect than this.

You snuggled on Ivar’s lap, being so close to him, with the sunset at the lake, the grasshoppers singing and the dragonflies flying all around. The ducks going to their way, the birds singing too.

You didn’t want to look away, and no camera could make justice to that view, but even so you closed your eyes and took that view to your mind, so later you could paint it.

You could feel the chill air coming and the hot air leaving. The sun leaving and the moon coming with its stars.

“The stars will always guide us home,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Nothing. I think the vikings probably said that at some point. Your ancestors.” You were playing with Ivar’s arm ring. He smiled at the fact that you remembered what he told you once, under the tree of his house. He kissed your cheek.

And again you thought that a day couldn’t end more perfect than this.

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[sis-tafics]

The Most Magical Place on Earth - Epcot

PART TWO

Summary: You and Jensen go on a vacation with the Padaleckis and get into a little trouble in Epcot

SERIES MASTERLIST

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Gen, Jared, Tom, Shep

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings:  Language, drunk!Jensen, drunk!Reader, very light public smut

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading. I kinda started writing this after I went on a vacation to Disney a few months ago. I’m looking at it maybe being 4 parts long. This is just supposed to be a fluffy little series, no heartbreak or angst or any of my normal things

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.

“Time to get up babe,” his lips brush over your forehead as he leans over the bed.

“No,” you groan, pulling up the covers, trying to pray away the throbbing in your head.

“I thought you were going to get Jared drunk last night?” He teases and you can hear him walking towards the windows.

“Dont! Jense, don’t you dare open those curtains,” you grumble, your mouth dry as hell.

He chuckles low, coming back over to the bed. You open up the covers, peeking up at him with one eye. He smiles softly, crawling back beside you, pulling you to his chest, “I guess a little longer won’t hurt.”

“Mhmm,” you snuggle against him, tangling your legs with his, “you’re really warm.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Yeah, I got a little burnt yesterday, it’s not too bad.”

“It’s supposed to be hotter today,” you yawn.

“Well we will be drinking our way around the world, so I’m sure I won’t notice.” You guys are going to Epcot around ten but you know Gen and Jared had wanted to get the kids some breakfast, you are probably skipping that now. It’s funny, Jared drunk by himself was a handful, you and Jensen drunk together was a nightmare. It’s like herding cats. Not that either of you got too stupid, just any and all shyness that you had fell away.

You press your face against his, eyes falling shut, “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Go ahead sweetheart,” he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand finding yours, squeezing it.

“You’re too good to me,” you mumble.

“Nah,” he chuckles and it rumbles through his entire body, but then he stills, brushing your hair back, “I don’t deserve you.”

That wakes you up. You lean back a little so you can look at him, gently touching his face, “What are you talking about Jense?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t tell you that enough… You’re good with my friends, you’re cool about my job-”

“To be fair, you’re cool about me working crazy amounts of hours.”

“And you’re good to me,” he smiles softly.

You giggle, “Well no shit Sherlock...I’m kinda in love with you.”

“I know, but you’d be a good person even if you didn’t, and that’s one of the reasons I love you.”

You can’t help but smile, pressing your lips to his, “Where’s this coming from? You’re usually only a sap when you’re drunk.”

He kisses you back before peppering kisses all over your face, laughing low, “Quiet...I’m pre-drunk.”

“I like pre-drunk Jensen,” you giggle, wrapping your arms tight around him and pulling yourself closer, snuggling up against him.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispers, rubbing your arm.

“I’m working on it,” you yawn, pressing your face to his neck, letting the warmth wash over you.

________

It is a little after seven and you and Jensen are long gone, laughing like idiots. Shep is on your shoulders, Tom is on Jensen’s and you two are bouncing through the crowds, making the kids giggle uncontrollably.

“Pluto!” Shep shouts, pointing at the character as you guys are about to pass it and you stop in your tracks, grabbing Jense’s arm.

“C’mon, let’s get them pictures so Jared and Gen can catch up,” they were a bit behind you, sick of trying to keep up with you two.

“Alright, get off,” Jense growls playfully, lifting Tom off, letting him drop quickly and catching him so the boy squeals and laughs. Shep squirms excitedly until you put him on the ground, and immediately his hand finds yours as you get in line.

“Aunt Y/N/N,” he tugs on your hand.

“What’s up bud?”

“I’m hungry.”

You squeeze his fingers gently, “ We will get some food right after this.”

He nods, smiling excitedly, his attention now focused on Pluto. Jensen’s arm wraps around you and you lean into his side as he leans down and kisses your neck, nipping, making you giggle.

“Knock it off,” you hiss, “we are in public.”

“So?” he does it again, and you laugh, twisting to say something but he catches your lips with his, kissing you deeply.

“Eww,” the boys say together and you and Jensen laugh against each others lips.

“Eww is right,” Jared’s voice booms as him and Gen walk up beside you. She shoots him a bemused look.

Jensen shakes his head, pulling you closer, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You scratch his scalp lightly, only one more family ahead of you guys now. He presses a kiss to your skin, “Another margarita for you after this?”

You giggle low, “Yep, but you gotta step up your drinking game old man. I think I’m a couple up on you.”

“Quiet,” he tries but ends up laughing.

The lady ushers you guys forward and suddenly Shep wraps his arms around Jensen’s leg, too nervous to go up to the oversized dog.

“Whatcha doin’ buddy?” Jensen ruffles his hair.

Shep looks up at his uncle then to Pluto, shaking his head. Jared steps up, squatting by his son, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Shep nods, but still doesn’t let go of Jensen until Jared takes his hand, taking him up to meet the character. You pull out your phone, shooing Gen forward to join them and taking her phone so you can get a family photo of the four of them.

“Smile!” You pry, taking a couple of photos before deciding one of them would be good enough.

Gen comes over to you, flipping through the pictures with a smile, “Thank you.”

You give her a small hug, “No problem.”

“Do you and Jensen want to run off for a bit? You guys have been watching the kids all day.”

“I think they’ve been watching us,” you giggle as Tom runs towards you at a million miles per hour, crashing into your legs with a big hug.

“Uff,” you grunt teasingly and Gen laughs.

“Seriously, you two go have some fun.”

“But I wanna go with Aunt Y/N/N!” Tom says and Shep is right behind him.

“Aunt Y/N/N said we were going to get food!”

“Me and Daddy can get you two food, why don’t we let Aunt Y/N and Uncle Jensen go for a little bit?”

Jensen grabs Shep from behind, flipping him upside down so he giggles manically, squirming like crazy, “Uncle Jensen!”

“What are we doing?” Jensen looks between you and Gen, tickling the wriggling Shep.

Gen grabs her son from Jensen, flipping him upright, “You and Y/N are going to have some kid free time.”

“I don’t mind Gen, really,” Jensen tries, making a face at Shep before looking back to her.

“I know, but you two didn’t come to babysit our kids, you are on vacation too.”

Jensen and you both shrug, it really isn’t a big deal to either of you, you’re family.

“Get lost,” Jared smirks, “I don’t need to see you two making out again.”

Jensen punches him playfully in the shoulder, and even though he has aviators on, you know he rolls his eyes.

Jared shoves him back, “I don’t want to see either of you until the fireworks.”

“I’m sick of your face too Jare,” you stick your tongue out and he laughs.

Jensen laces his fingers through yours and pulls you away from the Padeleckis. You don’t even make it ten steps and his arm finds its way around your waist, “What do you want to do for two hours?”

“Hmm...Well I am hungry, and I am nowhere near drunk enough to spend the night with you,” you tease.

“Ouch,” he laughs, “So margaritas for you and then…”

“Let’s do German food.”

“Sounds good to me,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, going back to holding your hand as you make your way through the crowds.

Not thirty minutes later you are sitting in the Biergarten Restaurant and both you two are another beer or two in, maybe, here they serve it in liters so it is hard to tell who is drinking what. What you do know is neither of you stop ordering.

You glance at his watch, “Shit Jense, we gotta meet up with them soon.”

“Hmm,” he looks down at it before pulling out his phone, “Where are we meeting them at?”

You giggle for no reason, “I don’t know, aren’t you s’supposed to know?”

“Shush,” he smirks, texting.

He puts the phone back in his pocket, smiling widely, “Okay, c’mon.”

“Where the fuck are we going?”

“I dunno,” he grabs your hand, “Not here.”

He pulls you behind him, grinning, as you two walk into the cool night air.

“Jense!” you squeak, trying not to laugh as he leads you through the people, “Do you even know where we are going?”

“Nope, it’s an adventure,” he starts laughing again and you join him, wrapping your arm around his waist and his hooks over your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your head, squeezing you tightly against his side.

People are crowding around the lake, getting ready to see the fireworks, pushing each other to get closer. Jensen keeps you towards the back as shops start to close down, stopping every once in awhile to bend down and steal a kiss.

You swear at some point you hear someone yelling for him, but you are too focused on your boyfriend, too caught up in his giddy laughter and free behavior as he drags you through the hoards.

Finally around France he stops, diverting to the side, down the dark part near an ice cream shop with it’s lights out for the night as a voice comes over the intercoms, announcing the start of the fireworks.

“Jense?” You giggle.

“Shh,” he whispers against your lips as he pushes you towards a semi-hidden corner, where no one will pay any attention with the show on the lake, “they stole you away last night.”

“It’s your fault, you passed out before I got back,” you tease, kissing him, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

He growls low, pinning you against the wall with his hips as his lips travel over your neck, leaving you trembling against him.

“Jensen,” you moan, cupping his chin, bringing him back so your lips crash against his in a desperate kiss.

The fireworks boom in the air as he presses his thigh between your legs. You whine, grinding down as his hand palms at your breast, “Y/N, baby…”

“Please Jense,” you pant. You’re just on the right side of drunk, the side that makes you brave enough not to think of the thousands of people less than twenty-five or thirty yards away.

He growls low, his fingers undoing the button on your shorts, hand slipping past the fabric and into your panites.

“Shit,” you his, holding onto him tight, your face buried against his chest as his fingertips play at your damp folds.

“Fuck baby, you’re-” But he’s cut off.

“Well, what have we got goin’ on here,” Jared’s voice cuts through your little world.

Both you and Jensen jump, his hand retreating from your pants, and you can’t help but whine a little at the loss.

Jared strolls up followed by his uncontrolled laughter, “Hand check?”

“Shut-up Jared,” Jensen grumbles, his face falling when he looks back at you apologetically.

“Now I thought this was supposed to be a family friendly park and here we have-”

“Shut-up Jared,” you groan, knowing right now you are never going to hear the end of this.

He chuckles, “Do you two need a chaperone?”

Jense’s face falls against the crook of your shoulder, “Please stop.”

Jared shakes his head, winking at you, “Never, this one is too good. I caught you two trying to get it on at Disney.” He can’t even get the words out without busting out laughing.  

You glare at him but it only makes him laugh harder. Jensen catches your chin with his index finger, making you look up at him, “He can only keep this up for two more days.”

“Oh no,” Jared smirks, “This one is getting told for years.”

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Sleepy Talk

A/N - Waddup your favorite just wrote some more Spot x Reader that sounds alot like the last one she wrote but that is okay. I did so much typing in one sitting so in about 6 or so hours I had 1,500 and I just recently typed over 1,000 more and BLAM! Here you go! Enjoy!

Word Count - 2.6k words

T/W - none

“Seriously, I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You rolled your eyes at Jack, who was making a big deal out of nothing

“I don’t want ya goin’ to Brooklyn again! Spot Conlon is not a safe person to be around.”

“I thought you two were friends?” You questioned

“We are, but I think even he knows he ain’t stable enough to watch after ya. Plus, the newsies they’a might not know who you are. Please, if you go, at least be careful.” He was not happy with his little sister, his only family, going to another part of New York where he couldn’t have complete watch over you. You smiled at his care, but didn’t push him any further. He was letting you go, but only if you were ‘careful’. You jumped up before making him stumble when you gave him a hug. You then proceed to run out the door, to say you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic. You were going to see some of your absolute best friends, and one that you hoped would be a bit more.

“Love you Jack! Thank you!” was all Jack heard before you ran out the door of the lodge.

You were standing in the line for the bakery down the street from your next destination. You bought a dozen rolls before give up your coins. You grabbed the basket and headed down towards the bridge that would lead you to where you needed to be. You jumped up onto the metal platform, before jumpily skipping to the other. You may have gotten a few weird looks, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to go to your second home. You got to the other side rather quickly. That was when you stopped acting so bouncy, you didn’t want to get glares from the people who lived in Brooklyn. You knew that the newises wouldn’t mind, but you wanted to keep some presentability. You only had to walk a few more blocks until you made it to the lodging house. When you made it to the steps, the newsies on the outskirts of the buildings tipped their hats to you, knowing you were welcome because of how often you come. Some did give you looks though, which preceded to make the nearby newsies to whisper in their ears. They then tipped their cap to you. You smiled at them before offering them half a roll each, wanting to have enough for everyone. They all came up to where you decided to sit on the porch. They thanked you genuinely. That was when you heard a familer voice.

“Well Y/N, what’a doin’ he’a?” The accent was thick. You saw in front of you one of your favorite newsies.

“Well hey there Danny! How have ya been?” He smiled at your non-existent accent.

“Just about to head inside to see Spot, wanna come with?” He wiggled his eyebrows, you rolled your eyes, then nodding. You stood up and turned around to head up the rest of the stairs to head into the building. Danny opened the door for you, bowing to you like royalty. When you walked past him into the room, you stole his hat from his head and walked in. He gave you a chuckle before grabbing it from your hand. When he grabbed his hat, he also grabbed your hand. He gave you a spin, making you giggle. He headed over to the couch in the main room. You followed him and then plopped down next to him. He then tossed his arm around your shoulder before shaking you, laughing at the way you became shocked. You two sat like that, talking about things in each other's respective borough. That was when you heard the sound of steps coming from the room above you two headed toward the stairs.

“Oh gosh, guess who you are gonna hav’ta deal with now.” Danny looked at you, smiling. He could always sense that you had a liking to Spot, but he never really brought it up.

“Awh, talkin’ bad ‘bout me? Why would ya’ do that?” You looked up and saw your best friend, Spot Conlon. You stood up from where you were sitting with Danny. You began to smirk, knowing you and Spot would begin to go back and forth for a minute. He came through the doorway and saw you instantly, spawning a smirk of his own on his face.

“Well Y/N, nice to see ya again!” He walked forwards and gave you what you thought would be a normal hug, but instead he picked you up at spun you around. You were shocked and you swore you saw Danny give you a knowing look, one to say ‘he likes you too’ but you knew he wouldn't mean that. You never told anyone about you liking Spot more than a friendly way, but maybe it was obvious that you did. When he let you down, you shuffled a little bit, trying to regain your balance. Spot then walked over to the couch and sat down. He patted the area next to him, offering you a place to sit. You proceeded to sit next to him. He did the same thing that Danny did when you sat down, he put his arm around your shoulders. He squeezed your arms before talking to Danny next to you. You swore you saw him glance at your, you could feel your face getting only slightly warmer. You didn’t let that bother you though. Before you knew what was happening, Spot began to talk to you.

“So, has ya brother been botherin’ you about comin’ here?” He looked at you, waiting for an answer. You continued to look straight ahead when you were talking.

“Yeah, talking about how he ‘can’t watch over me’ when I am over here in Brooklyn’. I swear he is like a hawk. But I love ‘im, I kinda have to.” You chuckled, looking over in the direction of Spot. He gave a small grin before laughing. He brought a smile to your face. You were about to let him speak before you remembered the gifts you had.

“Oh! Did you want a roll? I bought them from this bakery back in Manhattan. I already gave some halves to the newsies outside but I think there are some left.” You stood up and reached into the basket you placed near the door. You grabbed two roll halves, knowing you already gave Danny one. You turned back to the boys on the couch. You tossed one roll at Spot. He caught it, of course. He thanked you before munching on it. You sat back down and began nibbling on the bread. You heard boys rushing in followed by a sudden crack of thunder. You never saw any clouds on your way over here, but there it was, pouring down rain. You saw boys coming it, trying to get out of the rain. It was later in the day, so most of the boys had already sold all their papers. Most of the boys came into the room you, Spot and Danny were in. They all gathered around the couch, talking to each other about how sudden the downpour was. You and all the boys sat there for an hour or two. It got dark out quickly, meaning it was getting later. It was still raining out, meaning you would be soaking if you tried walking home then, you would be soaking wet by the time you got to the Brooklyn bridge. You grew tired, though. You thought of just napping on the couch like you did occasionally, but you noticed that Spot had seen you yawn the past three times. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, hun, you gettin’ sleepy?” You nodded. You couldn’t lie. You were exhausted. Spot stood up and excused you both. You could barely get up yourself. You nearly fell over from fatigue before Spot caught you. He picked you up, getting some looks from the other boys on the floor, but the look on your face gave them the reason you were practically tumbling in Spot’s arms. He placed you down when you got to the first step. He didn’t want to fall, no matter how much he was ‘muscular and macho’, he didn’t trust himself with carrying you up some stairs. He held your arm as you two slowly yet surely made it up the stairs. You thought you would be resting in an extra bunk, but you were actually led to Spot’s room. You started to feel uneasy, but then you remembered that Spot was never going to force you to do anything. He could sense you getting kind of tense as you passed the bunk rooms.

“I’m gonna have ya sleep in my room because you need as much rest as youse can get, and them boys ain’t the quietest.” You were reassured. You continued to try and keep your stance and make it to Spot’s room.

Woah.

When you said Spot’s room in your head, you became nervous. You spoke up.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Your voice was quiet, but he heard you.

“My bed is pretty big, we can both fit. Unless youse uncomfortable with it.” He began to stutter his words.

“No no, it’s fine. I shouldn’t keep you from sleep,” You yawned, “it’s your room anyways.” You got flustered at the fact you were about to sleep in the same fucking bed as the guy you slightly-but-you-don’t-really-know-kinda liked. It wouldn’t mean anything, you two were just gonna sleep and wake up and then you guys would hang out, of course. You made it to his room. The room looked the same as the bunk rooms, but smaller and had only one bed, Spot’s. Spot led you to his bed and put you under the covers. He left the room for a minute before coming back and getting underneath the sheets as well. He turned off the light near the bed and hugged you tight. Your smile was the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

Back in Manhattan, Jack was going mad. You weren’t home, the rain was hitting hard, and you were in Brooklyn, the place where he wanted you least. Once the rain died down, Jack was off. He was going to head straight to the lodge in the heart of Brooklyn. He knew that if he couldn’t find you, he was damn sure going to get Spot on it. He ran as fast as he could, across the bridge in record time. He saw the building in the distance and he began running even faster, if that was even possible. He ran up the stairs two at a time. The lights in the main room were still on so he knew someone would be there to help him. He knocked on the door, irritated yet worried. The door opened and he saw a newsies around his height, maybe a few inches shorter.

“Have you seen a girl, about yea’ height,” He raised his hand to show him around how tall you were, “she has H/C hair about this short.” He again used his hand to signify how long your hair was. The information provided seemed to have rung a bell to someone inside.

“Are you talkin’ ‘bout Y/N?” Jack looked back to see someone he didn’t know, but he must’ve known you. It was Danny, but Jack didn’t know.

“She went upstairs with Spot an hour or so ago, went to bed I think.” Danny looked towards the stair casually, but Jack was practically fuming. Jack dashed towards the stairs, upset that you were with Spot of all people, and the fact that you guys were alone made him even angrier. He could hear from downstairs the familiar voice downstairs yell slightly.

“Last room on the left!” Jack looked down the hall and headed for it. He opened the door to see the faint light of the moon shining on the bed. He saw you and Spot laying rather close. He was glad you were okay, but was absolutely angry and the lack of space in between you two. Spot must have been a light sleeper because he woke up immediately. Spot jumped out of the bed, wanting to explain why he and Jack’s sister were laying so close in his bed. Jack pulled Spot into the corner of room. As much as Jack wanted to soak the absolute hell out of Spot, Jack couldn’t let you be in on it, so he just sent Spot out to the hallway. Spot was rather annoyed that he was being bossed around, on his turf of all places. Spot did what Jack said, as much as he wanted to go against it, he wanted you to sleep as well as you could. Spot walked out of the room, quietly closing the door. Jack didn’t want you to wake up because he could practically sense what you would do. You would become angry at the fact that Jack didn’t trust you or you would be sad that he came all the way to Brooklyn because you had done something that had deemed you untrustworthy. He wanted neither. He just wanted to protect his baby sister at all costs, and seeing you and Spot so buddy-buddy didn’t help yours or his case. Jack began pacing around the room, thinking of what to say when all of a sudden, he heard it.

“I,” there was a pause, “love you too.” Jack knew of your sleep-talking habits, but usually it was random words, one at a time. This was practically a full sentence. You began sleep-talking more, but it seemed less like you were sleeping, and more like you were trying to talk to someone, yet you were unconscious and unable to backup what you were saying. More sentances seemed to come out of your mouth.

“Spot, I,” pause, “really like you.” Jack became more attentive to what you were mumbling.

“I understand,” pause, “if you don’t feel the same.” You fixed the covers before speaking again.

“Had crush,” more silence, “long time.” He put the pieces together. You liked Spot, but he didn’t know yet. Maybe it was fate that he didn’t hear it, but Jack couldn’t just walk out casually, he needed to let Spot know. Jack tiptoed over to the door before walking out into the hall to talk to Spot about what he just heard. He didn’t want to hide anything, but he didn’t want to have to explain anything but the basics. He looked Spot right in the eyes and told him.

“She likes you Spot, she said she loves ya.” Jack then walked back downstairs without even explaining what he had just said. You...liked him? Spot was both confused and excited. You liked him! Spot had this new feeling, he was feeling weird. He didn’t know that people could like him more than a friend. He always felt like he was just a leader figure. He walked back into the room where the bed was, he laid back down in the same place he was laying before. He tried to act natural, but when he heard about what you said in your sleep, he didn’t know what to think or believe.

Spot fell asleep an hour later, still thinking about what you had been talking about. You woke up after Spot was rustling in the comforter. You were just as confused as him, but for different reasons. You were in the guy who you kinda likes’ bed. You tried to roll back over, but as soon as you were about shut your eyes, he started to sleep talk, but in whole sentences.

“Love you too,” There was silence.

“Y/N.”

[imaginetonyandbucky]

‘we’re on a roadtrip with some friends and we have to share a hotel room and there’s only one bed and a whole lot of sexual tension’ AU Would be nice if it was smutty. Steve and Sam totally set them up. Later Bucky and Tony realise they are both fools since they've been in love with each other since the beginning of their acquaintance.

A/N: I went way overboard on my first run at this prompt - that version is going up on AO3.  

So Open Up, I’m Climbin’ In

“You know, Sam,”  Tony groused, “just because Rhodey deputized you as my new best friend when he deployed doesn’t mean you have to drag me along on all your shenanigans.”  

“C’mon, Tony,” Sam pled.   “Just see what they have to say.”

“You hardly know these guys and you wanna get stuck driving three quarters of the way across the country with them?”  

“Steve was my partner on that group project from hell in my Structural Integrity class last semester,” Sam responded. “We bonded through adversity.   I kinda feel like I owe the guy.”

“But Bruce and I are at an important place in our project.”   Tony knew he was making excuses, but he had a bit of an ulterior motive.

Bruce Banner, Tony’s  ‘science bro’  was a pre-med major with a focus on neurobiology; it had been his idea to explore the possibility of developing an external neural interface to control an upper limb prosthetic. This would allow for less expensive prosthetics to be produced.

Bruce reached out to Tony for his programming and electronics skills, and they’d managed to talk a couple of their professors into supporting the effort.   The fact that Stark Industries had made quite a large donation to the school recently certainly didn’t hurt;  thanks to this act of quasi-nepotism, Tony and Bruce were able to score a private lab area and even offer compensation to their test subjects. Enter J.B. Barnes, a fellow student who was missing the lower two-thirds of his left arm due to a car accident the previous year.    

[more under the cut]

Tony found himself making excuses to hang out in the lab,  because Barnes was absolutely gorgeous.  Long, dark hair, a strong jawline, legs that went on for days, and stunning blue-grey eyes.  Sure, he had a bit of a Resting Murder Face going on,  and he didn’t talk much; which was a shame, since Tony could have listened to that smoky baritone read an error log and still probably pop a boner.  The day he walked in the lab to see a shirtless Barnes – Bruce was measuring his residual limb in order to start building the prosthetic – was one Tony still replayed in his mind.

So it was a hell of a shock to walk into the diner where he and Sam had agreed to meet Rogers and his friend and see a familiar face: Rogers’ pal was none other than Barnes.   Apparently the two of them had known each other since they were kids and had always wanted to go see the Grand Canyon.  Rogers – a shrimpy, artsy type – did most of the talking, while Tony wondered what he’d done to piss off Lady Fate lately.  

“Me ‘n Buck were never much for the crazy Spring Break beach vacations, but figured this would be kind of a last hurrah before we graduate and start our careers.” Rogers explained. “Figure with another driver or two, we can actually make the trip without killing ourselves or each other.  So, are you guys in?”

Tony had never done anything like this before – his family vacations had involved exotic locations and having every wish catered to – but it sounded like an adventure to him and having Barnes as a travel companion was a definite bonus.  Sam was up for it as well,  so they hashed  out a basic route and other logistics. And just a few days later, they were piling into Rogers’ car and getting on the road.

They had to average about six hundred miles a day to get there and back within the nine and a half days they had available to them,  so there wasn’t much time for sightseeing.   They hit a couple of  landmarks along the route –  Niagara Falls  and  the Gateway Arch in St. Louis were the highlights on the way out, and Sam had lobbied hard to stop at the National Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio on the way back.   But the majority of the trip was spent in the car and in close quarters.

While Tony had loaded his tablet up with movies and books, he found himself being pulled out of his shell, mostly by Sam but also by his other travel mates as they talked to pass the time.   Bucky and Steve were Brooklyn boys, born and bred and  Sam was happy to talk about growing up in Baltimore with his extended family.

Tony was probably the most reticent, as just about anything he said would come out sounding like he was a spoiled brat.  After all, the name Stark was emblazoned on skyscrapers on both coasts, and he’d grown up in a mansion with servants at his (well, his parents’) beck and call.  But he had a few innocuous anecdotes he felt comfortable sharing, and was able to hold up his end of the conversation well enough.

One bit of surprisingly pleasant news was that Barnes was both gay and single; he’d recently broken up with his boyfriend, who sounded like a real asshole.   Tony knew a little something about that; after a disastrous attempt at a romantic Valentine’s Day the month before  – romance and Ty Stone apparently being polar opposites – Tony had given his own boyfriend the boot.  

He and Bucky – Tony had finally accepted the idea that a grown man was going by the name  ‘Bucky’ – also found themselves bonding over a love of science fiction, arguing good-naturedly about the best novels by the Golden Age writers vs the New Wave and more modern writers.

Both of them had been inspired by their reading to pursue their majors - civil engineering for Bucky and  mechanical engineering and computer programming for Tony.  

“In fact,”  Tony said, “the computer on Star Trek and  Mike in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress got me interested in the idea of artificial intelligences.   I’m working on something along those lines myself.   Remind me to show you  Dum-E when we get back.”

“You named an artificial intelligence Dummy?” Bucky laughed and shook his head.  “Better let Banner have the naming rights on the rig you guys are working on.”

Tony bristled for a moment, then realized Bucky was just teasing him; apparently they’d reached that point in their burgeoning friendship.  “It stands for Digital Mechanical Entity,” he explained.   “He’s a robot with a learning algorithm.  Has independent control of his arm and camera.  I’m working on voice commands at the moment.”

“Sounds impressive. Maybe I could meet Dum-E sometime.”  Bucky smiled, and Tony felt his heart skip a beat. Thankfully,  Sam interrupted with the announcement of an impending pit stop, and Tony worked to regain his equilibrium.  

“You’ve got a thing for Bucky, don’tcha, Tones?”  Sam murmured as they stood together contemplating their junk food options.   Steve and Bucky were checking out, having already restocked.  

“No! Well, not really. Maybe?”   Yes, the guy was practically sex on legs, and they were getting along pretty well now that they’d found they had had interests in common.  However, Tony didn’t want to put that possible friendship in jeopardy by hitting on the guy and making the rest of the trip awkward.  “But nothing’s gonna happen.  He’s way out of my league.”  

“Uh-huh.” Sam crossed his arms and looked unimpressed.

“Just drop it, Samwise.  I don’t want to ruin the party.”

They made it to the Grand Canyon  on Tuesday around noon and spent a few hours exploring the park, with plans to stay the night in Flagstaff before heading back home    Bucky made a  suggestion to visit the Lowell Observatory that evening. Tony was game, but – after exchanging a mysterious look – their companions demurred.  Sam had called ahead to the hotel and booked the last two rooms, saying that they’d have the front desk hold a key for them.  Tony had been sharing a room with Sam up to this point in the trip,  but supposed he could keep his developing crush on Bucky under wraps for one night.

The Observatory tour was entertaining and informative; they even got to take a peek through the Pluto Discovery Telescope.  As they walked back to the car, Tony reflected on how nice it was to spend time with someone who liked the same things he did.  It was almost as if they’d been out on a date together or something.  Not that Tony had a lot of experience with that.

The two of them stopped to grab a bite to eat on the way back to the hotel and lost track of time; it was almost eleven  o’clock by the time he and Bucky got back to the hotel.  The front desk clerk slid the room keycard over once they’d identified themselves.  “Have a lovely evening, gentlemen. Breakfast runs until ten in the morning.”

“Son of a bitch - I bet Sam did this on purpose!”   Tony fumed, looking around as he stepped in the room which contained a single king-sized bed. Quickly assessing his options, he added  “Listen, I’ll grab the bedspread and curl up in the chair or something.”

“Nah, that’s okay.” Bucky replied, giving Tony an assessing look.   “But why do you say this was on purpose?”  

Tony felt his cheeks heating as he replied,  “Sam seems to think I’ve got the hots for you.”  He hadn’t intended to be quite so blunt, but the long travel days must’ve gotten to him.

Instead of laughing, or looking annoyed or disgusted,  Bucky stepped right into Tony’s personal space.  “Well, do ya?”   His question was unexpectedly soft, and somehow hopeful.  

Tony, at a loss for words, simply nodded slightly.  “Good. ‘Cause the feeling’s mutual,”   Bucky purred, tilting his head down to capture Tony’s lips in an exploratory kiss.  His exhaustion evaporated as the kiss moved from something cautious and unsure to confident and insistent.  

Tony opened his mouth eagerly to Bucky’s questing tongue, reaching out to pull him closer, to feel that magnificent chest pressing against his. Bucky threaded his fingers through Tony’s hair to hold his head at the perfect angle, deepening the kiss.  

A hot rush of want ran through Tony’s veins as he realized Bucky was walking him backwards towards the bed, licking and nipping at his neck and collarbone. Tony wondered for a moment if they were jumping into the physical aspect too soon; but then again, the time they’d spent together easily equalled  four or five dates, and wasn’t that usually the ‘make it or break it’ point? But despite the pounding of his pulse and the heat and press of Bucky’s hardon against his leg, Tony wanted to clarify something; make sure things didn’t go too far too fast.  

“Just so you know, I wasn’t planning on getting laid on this trip, so I’m fresh out of condoms and lube.”  

“Same here,” Bucky replied with a rueful grin, panting slightly.  “But I can think of a coupla other things we could do.  I’ve been told I give good head – wanna find out for yourself, darlin?”

Tony’s knees went weak, as much at the unexpected endearment as the offer itself. “Sure, as long as I can return the favor, sunshine.”

Bucky grinned and tugged at the waistband of Tony’s jeans.  “Drop ‘em.”

Tony was eager to comply; hastily pushing the covers back to sit on the edge of the bed. He grabbed a pillow for Bucky to kneel on before stripping out of his jeans and briefs.  Trembling with anticipation, Tony couldn’t hold back a moan as Bucky sank to his knees and ran his hand up Tony’s thigh.  

“I figured you’d be a vocal kinda guy,” Bucky smirked. “S’always good to be appreciated.”  He wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock, giving it a few firm strokes before flicking his tongue against the tip.  That wrung a gasp from Tony, his hands flying out to grab blindly at Bucky’s shoulders.  

“God, yes, more,” he begged, as Bucky began sucking his dick.  Bucky hadn’t been exaggerating as to his skills; those plush, sinful lips and talented tongue were taking Tony apart.  The brush of Bucky’s long hair against his thighs combined with the slow circles his thumb was rubbing into Tony’s hipbone just added to the sensory overload.   He could feel the orgasm building in his system as Bucky bobbed up and down, taking practically all of Tony’s cock into his hot, wet mouth.

“M’ getting close, sweetheart,” Tony gasped.  “Where do you want me to come?”  He figured it was only polite to ask.

Bucky pulled off for a moment, squeezing the base of Tony’s cock tight. “Wanna taste ya, sugar.  Suck every last drop outta you.”  

The dirty talk combined with  Bucky swallowing Tony to the root was his undoing; Tony came hard, his keen of pleasure probably waking the neighbors. Bucky gentled him through the aftershocks; but instead of the lassitude he’d expected after such a strong climax,  Tony felt energized, hungry to give Bucky the same pleasure he’d just received.

“Allow me to join in the choir singing your praises,”  Tony said,  responding to Bucky’s questioning look.   “How and where do you want me to go down on you, hot stuff?”

“It’s not gonna take long,”  Bucky admitted. “Might as well get in bed, so’s we can fall asleep after.”     He stood and shimmied out of his jeans with more grace than Tony would have expected.   He paused before taking off his shirt,  and gave Tony a raised eyebrow.   Tony realized he was still wearing his AC/DC concert tee.

Tony skinned the shirt over his head before he could reconsider; his scars were nothing compared to what Bucky had gone through.  When he caught the brief widening of his companion’s eyes, he explained. “Heart murmur. Had to repair a valve or two, no biggie.”   It was easy to minimize now, a year or so after the fact.  “But enough about me.  Time to focus on you, sweetheart.”

Bucky finished undressing – a simple flesh-colored sock covered his stump – and stretched out on the bed,  an anticipatory grin on his face.  His cock was hard and throbbing; apparently he got turned on by giving head.  Good to know.   Tony prowled up Bucky’s body, claiming a hard, fierce kiss before moving down to nuzzle at his neck,  sucking marks across Bucky’s collarbone. His hands roamed restlessly over his partner’s body, tweaking a nipple here, reaching under to grab a handful of ass there, doing any and everything  that seemed to drive Bucky even further into the throes of passion.  

Bucky wasn’t exactly a quiet bedmate either; an almost continuous stream of gasps and moans pushing from his lips as he rutted shamelessly against Tony, leaving smears of precome on their skin.     “C’mon, darlin,” he begged,  “need to feel your mouth on my dick.  Show me just what kind of a cocksucker you are.”

Bucky was both longer and thicker than what Tony was used to – which, admittedly, was only Ty, and one anonymous mutual handjob outside a club late one night – , but ‘adapt and overcome’ wasn’t  Tony’s motto for nothing.  He  wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Bucky’s cock, stroking up and down as he licked and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tip, alternating hollowing out his cheeks and pressing Bucky’s cock hard against the roof of his mouth.  

Bucky touched the back of Tony’s head.  “Can I?  Promise I won’t push or hold ya down or nothin’.”   Tony hummed his assent, and Bucky carded his fingers through Tony’s hair as he continued bobbing up and down.  “Wanna come down your throat, sugar.  Is that okay?”  

Tony responded by going as deep as he could, then coming back up with a grin.  “Toldja I’d return the favor.”   He took a breath, then swallowed down as much of Bucky’s cock as he could, fighting his gag reflex. Bucky was true to his word; even as he came; shaking and shuddering with a low, staccato moan, he didn’t hold Tony down or push him even deeper.  Tony looked up to see a sleepy, satisfied expression on Bucky’s face as he murmured “C’mere, darlin’.”

“So, in all that paperwork I filled out for your project,” Bucky drawled, as they got settled into a comfortable, spooning position, “I don’t recall nothing about a ban on fraternization. Is that right?”  

“As far as I can remember.  I’ll check with Bruce in the morning.”   Tony tried not to read too much into Bucky’s question, but fell asleep with a hopeful heart that whatever was going on between them could grow into something more than a one night stand.

“This,”  Tony declared as he looked around the table,  “is the best birthday ever. Thank you.”  He felt tears of joy stinging his eyes as he leaned over and blew out the candles on his cake.   What a contrast from the year before, when it had been just him and Rhodey and a stale cupcake from the dorm vending machine.   Or even just a few months earlier, before that crazy road trip, when he spent his weekends in front of his computer instead of spending time with people he cared about, and who cared about him.    

Sam had made the cake from his momma’s recipe, and once it was cut and passed around, out came the gifts.   Bruce had bought him a gigantic coffee mug, and Bruce’s girlfriend Betty,  who Tony had only met a couple of times, had knit him a scarf.  Steve presented Tony with a sketch of his favorite building on campus,  and Rhodey – whose presence was gift enough in Tony’s opinion – gave him a vintage physics book dated 1898, the same year the electron was discovered.  

Bucky had given Tony his present over breakfast – a bronze bracelet depicting the astrological symbols of Pluto and Charon.   Inside, it was inscribed “I am your moon, you are my moon.”   It was a perfect reminder of their visit to Lowell Observatory and the events of that night;  they’d both gotten a little misty eyed when Tony opened the box.

Now,  Bucky was sitting right next to Tony, his right arm wrapped casually around Tony’s waist as he slowly ate using the latest iteration of the prosthetic in a real-life test.   Tony wasn’t sure what he was prouder of;  the work that he and Bruce had put into creating the prosthetic and the interface, or the work Bucky had put in to learn how to use it.  Regardless, he found himself cheering internally each time another bite of cake was successfully consumed.

“Wanna try feeding me a bit, sunshine?”

Bucky looked over at Tony’s empty plate.  “Uh-huh - you’re just anglin’ to get more cake, aren’tcha?”  But he focused his attention and maneuvered the fork over in front of Tony, only to smear the frosting on his nose. “Oops! Sorry, sweetheart,” Bucky apologized, but he couldn’t keep a straight face for long as he leaned in to lick the errant icing off

“Fine motor control test complete.”  Bruce commented dryly, as the rest of the table dissolved in laughter.  Tony hadn’t needed to make a birthday wish this year;  he had everything he wanted right here.  

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chapter one part two

And I didn’t do it! Months passed and I had the same issues-- I wanted to ask her out! I planned on asking her out! But I didn’t. Every time I tried-- still!-- I chickened out. 

It got to be a few days before prom and suddenly Mar was approaching me. We were in the halls after school; I had been putting textbooks in my locker. “Hey,” she said, casually. 

“Hi,” I said, hoping I sounded casual but paranoid that I sounded terrified, since I was. 

“So, Billie and I had a really interesting conversation earlier,” she told me, in the same casual tone.  

“Oh?” I asked, all I could get out since my thoughts had frozen to a complete halt. 

“Yeah, something about how you were supposed to ask me out but never worked up the nerve so now she had to tell me about it since she had told you that she was going to tell me if you didn’t do it? And uh, yeah, you didn’t ask me out, so her story checks out.” 

I felt my face get hot and looked at the cuticles on my thumb instead of her. “Um,” I said, because it seemed like I had to say something. Mar didn’t say anything but I could feel her looking at me and supposed that meant I had to say something else. “Yeah, that’s a thing that happened, I guess.” 

She sighed. “You know, being too scared to work up the nerve to ask me out isn’t a very attractive trait.” 

“Yeah, I figure,” I said, deciding my shoes were more interesting than my nails. 

“You’re lucky you have a lot of traits that are attractive.” 

I looked up to check whether she was teasing me or not. It didn’t look like she was. “You have so many traits that are attractive that it’s intimidating.” 

She smiled at me. I was dazzled by it. I think my heart might have stopped for a moment. “You’re really cute, you know. What a bummer you never got the stones to ask me out.” 

“Oh. So you aren’t asking me to prom? You’re just calling me out for being a pathetic scared jackass?” 

“Why should I ask you out if you’re the one that has a crush on me?” she said. 

“Oh. Okay. That’s fair,” I replied, hoping my face wasn’t giving away the fact that I was devastated. 

Mar sighed again. “Look, dude, I’ll make you a deal. Ask me out, and I’ll say yes. Not to prom, it’s way too late for that and I’m taking a couple of my friends as friend-dates. I’m not going to dick out on them a few days before prom. But ask me on some other date. The only thing is that you have to actually do it, okay? And not right now. My mom is going to get pissed at me if I don’t go meet her at the car immediately. My AIM screenname is ‘ohshititsmar’, all one word. Hit me up,” she said, then literally skipped away. I loved it. Conspicuous weirdness was definitely one of the reasons I found her so attractive. 

I wasted no time when I got home-- I went straight to my computer and added her on AIM, though I was disappointed to see she was not online. Had she really been suggesting that I ask her out over internet chat? I hoped so. That would be so much easier than asking her out in person. And it would still be asking her out, so it fit the ‘deal’ she made me. 

I tried to focus on some homework, with a bit of success. It took me an hour to add one paragraph to a research essay I was writing for World History, but that was better than not adding anything. Eventually, Mar did log on, but I didn’t message her right away. I didn’t want it to be obvious that I had been waiting for her to sign on. But I didn’t want to give myself the opportunity to not message her at all, so I was sure to wait only five minutes. 

The problem was that I struggled for another five minutes or so about what to actually say. I eventually decided to send her something short and simple: “hey”. I felt kinda dumb for overthinking it so much, but I had really wanted to say something clever and interesting. When I hadn’t been able to think of anything clever and interesting, I figured saying “hey” was better than nothing. 

She responded, and we got a pretty decent chat going. 

OHSHITITSMAR: hey! Wasn’t sure you’d message me lol 

Cows_IV: lol why you think I’m that much of a pussy? >_> 

OHSHITITSMAR: well, sort of? the whole reason we’re talking is because Billie telling me you were too much of a pussy to ask me out lol 

Cows_IV: okay, that’s fair. but it’s a lot easier to message someone online to talk in person, you know? 

OHSHITITSMAR: yeah, also fair. I’m totally interested in getting to know you a little better you know. 

Cows_IV: same to you, obviously! I think you’re super attractive and awesome but I guess I haven’t really talked to you one-on-one. 

So we started talking. We had a lot of favourite musicians in common, but still had plenty of recommendations for each other. We sent each other mp3 files of our favourite stuff, and I added the songs she sent me to the playlist I was listening to. Some of her recommendations were local bands, which I was stoked about. It turned out she liked going out to see live music, something I had always wanted to do but never actually ended up doing. 

Hours passed, and before we knew it, it was 2am. 

Cows_IV: Holy shit, it’s past 2am >_> 

OHSHITITSMAR: hahaha, so it is. It’s been really fun talking to you ^_^ 

Cows_IV: glad to hear! I was so nervous lol. you’re so cool, and I’m just the weird little trans boy whose never got the courage to ask anyone out :( 

OHSHITITSMAR: and why is that? if u don’t mind my asking 

Cows_IV: because I am a trans boy, mostly, I think. I don’t think anyone wants to date me because of it. Most people like to date dudes with dicks and chicks with vaginas, to be blunt. 

OHSHITITSMAR: so you’ve just been denying yourself even trying to date anyone? 

Cows_IV: well, not no one. I dated some boys in 9th and 10th grade. But they kept insisting they were straight and i was “really a girl” and I couldn’t take it any more. 

Cows_IV: I said “they” like it happened a bunch lol just two guys 

Cows_IV: I know I like girls too but before transition guys would actually ask me out and girls don’t usually do the asking out so never dated one before

Cows_IV: aaaand now I’m just going on and on and on about myself lol 

Cows_IV: how about you you have a dating history? 

OHSHITITSMAR: uhh no worries, that’s interesting lol 

OHSHITITSMAR: I would say tell me more but I guess we’ll get there someday, right? 

Cows_IV: [grinning emoji] 

OHSHITITSMAR: I dated one dude in 9th&10th grade then he met someone he liked more than me [shrugging emoji] I have not gotten back into the whole dating thing since. 

OHSHITITSMAR: partially because i also like boys&girls and girls do suck at asking people out… you got that so right lmao 

Cows_IV: but you do like boys 

OHSHITITSMAR: yeah duhh lol why do you think I gave you my AIM sn? 

Cows_IV: a lot of people don’t think I’m a boy, sadly. 

OHSHITITSMAR: that’s dumb yr literally growing facial hair and did you have top surgery or are you just really good at smooshing yr titties down? 

Cows_IV: [laughing emoji] no I’ve had top surgery lol. thanks. That was very Validating lmao 

OHSHITITSMAR: well it’s true anyone who wants to look at you and call you a girl is clearly a dumbass with yr little mustahce and all that 

Cows_IV: Well, I guess it’s time 

OHSHITITSMAR: for what, us to go to fuckn sleep? It is almost 3am now >_> 

I looked at the screen, struggling with myself a bit. I had wanted it to be time to ask her out, but she had a point that it was actually probably time to go to sleep. But for some reason, maybe because it was 3 am, maybe because I felt bad about not asking her out earlier, maybe because I’d had such a nice time chatting with her for the past, what, 9 hours? I decided to go through with it. 

Cows_IV: no, silly, it’s time for me to ask you out before I get the chance to chicken out again. 

I kept typing, and was both relieved and a little freaked out to see Mar was not typing. I imagined she was waiting for me to finish, but I was also scared she actually hadn’t wanted me to ask her out over instant messenger and I was making a fool of myself. 

Cows_IV: I know it’s not, like, the most impressive thing to ask someone out over AIM but I’m really scared if I tell myself I’ll do it tomorrow in person, or Monday, or whatever, I’ll just end up not doing it again. I am feeling brace enough to do it now and am going to go ahead and do it 

Cows_IV: SHIT *brave lol 

I kept an eye out for the little “OHSHITITSMAR is typing…” notification on the bottom of our chat window and didn’t see it, so I continued to type. 

Cows_IV: ANYWAY to make it, like, official and asking you on a real date or whatever. Dear Mar, would you like to go with me to Electric Avenue next Friday to check out the local bands and have a First Date? 

I hit enter, and watched closely again for the little “OHSHITITSMAR is typing…” notification. It didn’t show up for a while, just long enough to get a little knot in my stomach. Luckily, it did show up a few moments later, but it didn’t ease the stomach knot. 

Finally, a message from her replaced the “OHSHITITSMAR is typing…” notification. 

OHSHITITSMAR: okay, I’m totally down. I was worried you wouldn’t even get the nerve to ask me out over AIM, but you did and I’m glad. So, it’ll be our first date? You and me at Electric Avenue moshing to local bands? :smiling emoji: 

I fucking screamed. A terrible shrill sound that was pretty much “eeeeee!!!” came out of my mouth. I remembered it was 3am and my dad would tear me a new one if I woke him up, so I made myself shut the fuck up as soon as possible, but the giant smile on my face was nice and quiet and stuck around for a good ten minutes. 

Cows_IV: yes! I just got my license a few months ago so I can even pick you up. Wanna make it a ~~real~~ date and get food first? 

OHSHITITSMAR: sure! I see doors open at 8, pick me up at 7? I’ll give you my address in person at school. 

Cows_IV: wow! Sounds great! Anywhere in particular you’d likne to go for dinner? 

OHSHITITSMAR: you’re buying lol, so fast food is fine. Maybe steak n shake? Cheap but sit down? Also i fckn love Steak n shake lol 

Cows_IV: it is a date! So, uh, do you want to go to sleep now? It is … three hours until school starts :s sorry to keep you up so late. 

OHSHITITSMAR: eh, why bother at this point? Wanna stay up and pull an all-nighter together? 

Cows_IV: :grinning emoji: that sounds fun. I pull all-nighters by myself often enough, it’ll be nice to sort of have some company. 

And so we stayed up until it was time to get ready for school, chatting, sharing our favorite songs, getting to know each other even better, and sending each other links to funny memes.