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h0neylevi · 2 days ago

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Chapter Three

After a major shift, your life has become a series of monotonous routines. Eat, sleep, go to work, repeat. But when you find a man bleeding on the subway with no idea how he got there, things become anything but ordinary.

General content warnings: isekai/parallel universe, modern AU, mentions of blood and canon-typical violence, some light angst, eventual smut.

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You spend most of the next morning catching up on chores.

It’s a little different with Levi around, but his presence isn’t disruptive.

Mostly, he’s quiet. When you load the dishwasher or swap clothes from the washer into the dryer, he tends to observe from afar. It’s a bit like how Luna watches you from her designated lounging spot in the sun. Passive, but curious. A little too proud to voice any interest but watching nonetheless.

Sometimes he stares for too long, and you humor his unspoken curiosity by explaining what you’re doing or how something works. He always listens. You can tell behind that bored expression that he’s an attentive listener, particularly when you show him the kettle.

You learn rather quickly (and unnervingly) how often he likes to drink tea.

“This is just a quicker way to heat water,” you tell him as you carry the device to the sink. “All you have to do is set it back on its base and turn it on.”

You supplement your words with the coinciding actions. A light on the handle glows a bright blue when you press the switch down, indicating power, and Levi studies it.

“Once the water reaches a boil, it will shut off on its own,” you continue. “So there’s no serious risk of you doing it wrong and setting anything on fire.”

Levi’s eyes skip between you and the kettle with rapt attention. A small blue ceramic mug waits on the counter near his elbow, along with the box of tea that you’d purchased for him the day before.

With nothing else to do while you both wait, you busy yourself by wiping down the kitchen countertops. You can feel Levi’s watchful eyes on you, which feels a bit odd, but he just crosses his arms, unmoving from his position leaned against the opposite counter. You get halfway through before he speaks up.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You pause and look over your shoulder. “How the hell am I doing it wrong?”

With a stern frown, Levi marches over and pulls the damp wipe out of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell that he’s taking the task seriously by the look of concentration on his face as he begins to go back over the counters in tight, circular movements.

Slowly, he goes over the entire kitchen and the residual liquid that’s left over dries and disappears, leaving it just as spotless as it was before.

You look over the counters, then back to Levi.

“Did your journey to the future also give you some sort of vision that allows you to see stuff I can’t?” you ask in a flat tone. “Because that looks exactly the same.”

Levi rolls his eyes before abandoning the wipe on the counter and returning to his original spot. ”You’re the one who decided we needed to clean this morning.”

“I needed to clean,” you quickly correct, pointing to your chest. “I didn’t ask you to help.”

“Learn to do it right and I won’t have to.”

You resist the urge to reply and choose instead to sit in a chair at the small dining table, surveying the kitchen for any unfinished work. Thankfully though, most everything has already been done.

The satisfaction of completed chores tempers your ire a little and you glance at your phone. In large boldface type, the time takes up most of the top half of your screen, and underneath it sits a text message notification from Allie. You must not have heard it go off earlier.

[Allie]: Hey! I’m doing the final count for seats next weekend. You’re coming right?

Oh, shit. Allie’s engagement party. With everything going on the last few days, you’d forgotten it was coming up.

A renewed feeling of dread curls up in your stomach at the idea, followed immediately by guilt. You should be happy for her—and you are—but this party has felt like a dark cloud hanging over your head ever since she first told you about it.

Realistically, there’s no way out of attending. As a bridesmaid, you’re more or less required to show up. The only problem is so are the groomsmen.

You sigh to yourself and chew thoughtfully at your lower lip, trying to come up with a decent response. If you were being honest, you’d tell her that you’d rather streak naked down main street during rush hour traffic, but you get the sense that she already knows by the second message that quickly appears on your screen.

[Allie]: I’m having the seats assigned, so don’t worry about it.

You huff another sigh and drop your phone back down onto the table.

“Something wrong?”

You nearly jump at the sound of Levi’s voice, forgetting for a moment that he was there. When you look up, he’s seated across from you with a now-steaming cup of tea held precariously by the rim.

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if the uneasiness you feel now is from the text or the way he’s holding his cup, and shake your head. “I’m fine.”

God, what are you even going to wear to this thing? You don’t have a single article of clothing that even feels remotely suitable for an engagement party. What do people even wear to those kinds of events? Something reasonably formal, you’d assume. So, a dress. When’s the last time you even wore a dress?

Unfazed by your silent dilemma, Levi lifts his mug to his lips. To your horror, he does so exactly as you expect him to: with the rim of the cup carefully secured by the tips of his fingers, ignoring the handle.

It’s so.. natural, the way that he does it. Just like the way he cleaned your countertop and carefully folds his blanket every morning to remove any creases…

“Are you hungry?” you ask suddenly, your pitch a little high as you try to force several trains of thought away at once. “It’s a little late for breakfast, but I could make us something.”

Levi meets your gaze with a dubious lift of his brows. “If your cooking is anything like your cleaning, I’m not sure I want to.”

You stare at him for a moment, beginning to wonder if he’s always so crabby in the mornings, when you notice the smallest hint of something much lighter in his expression.

For some reason, you feel the urge to smile. “Oh, you’re joking,” you realize. “Didn’t think you had that in you.” You get to your feet. “I’ll make eggs. How do you want yours?”

He turns his gaze towards the window when he says, “I don’t care.”

With free reign over the food, you get to work. It’s quiet, but not uncomfortable. You’re used to the silence and Levi seems comfortable with it. You keep expecting him to eventually wander into the living room when it becomes obvious you’re preoccupied, but he doesn’t. He just sips his tea and occasionally looks out of the window.

He must not mind your company then either, if he’s willing to share the space.

Pretty soon, the smell of cooked onions and toasted bread fills your apartment. The sound of the sizzling pan entices Luna from her hiding place, and you spend a few minutes filling her food bowl before dividing out two plates of food with fluffy scrambled eggs, toast, and some sliced fruit.

You carry them over, placing one in front of Levi before sitting down.

“We should go out today,” you tell him.

Levi looks up. “And do what?”

You glance out of the window. Outside, the sun has reached its peak, bathing the city in a golden glow. With all of your errands done, you can spend the rest of your days off doing whatever you’d like. But you have some more practical ideas for today at least.

“We could get you some clothes,” you suggest, turning to look him over. He’s dressed today in the white button down and trousers you found him in. While they’re freshly laundered, there are still signs of wear. Frayed edges around the cuffs and a small split in the shoulder seam.

Plus, if anything is going to trigger any lost memories he might have, it would be interacting with the outside world.

He must think you have a good point, because he doesn’t immediately respond with something sarcastic.

Instead, he gives you a flat look and says, “I don’t have any money.”

You nod. “I know.”

“So, no.”

You frown. “Oh, come on. You can’t just wear the same outfit every day.”

The frown on his face that appeared the moment you suggested it doesn’t budge, but a thoughtful little crease forms between his brows that wasn’t there before. You have a point and he knows it.

“I’m not suggesting an entire wardrobe. Just a few things,” you say, using his uncertainty to your advantage. When he doesn’t respond, you add, “I said I’d help you.”

He pokes a bit passively at his food with a fork. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

You don’t actually. Not that he needs to know how clear your schedule is outside of work. But even if you did have a thriving social life, you can still recognize that he’s clearly in an unfamiliar situation. Time travel or not, it would be beneficial to him to have your help.

You take a deep breath. “Let's say hypothetically that you did travel through time,” you tell him, pausing to take a bite of a strawberry. “Do you really want to try to figure out how the world works now on your own?”

After a moment of deliberation, he shrugs. “I’m sure I could figure it out.”

You frown. Clearly this wasn’t going to be so easy. What happened to ‘there are worse things in the world’?

“If you don’t want my help, just say so,” you say.

“I just don’t understand what you stand to gain from it,” he counters.

Ah. There it is: distrust has reared its ugly head once more.

Your shoulders drop as you stab into your eggs next. “The honor of experiencing your sparkling personality, clearly,” you grumble.

Levi raises his brows. “Oh, you’re being funny now?”

“There’s no reason I can’t be both altruistic and funny.”

“Don’t forget annoying.”

“It’s better than being Mr-Mysterious-Cool-Guy who doesn’t trust anyone.”

“Fine.” He scowls and you blink, surprised by how quickly he changed his mind. Like it pains him, he clarifies quickly, “But just a few things.”

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Once you’ve both finished your food, you head out together.

Predictably, the main retail street is packed with people—businessmen in expensive suits, tourists walking with their phones out, locals with their heads down to keep from looking like easy targets for street hustlers.

You lead the way through the crowds until you make it to the stretch of clothing stores that line both sides of the street. Large signs illuminate the facades of buildings; advertisements flash and shift along their quick electronic script.

Levi takes it all in slowly.

You think you’re getting better at decoding his microexpressions. The subtle downward turn of his lips and his widened eyes look a bit like wonder.

A cheerful young woman greets you as you walk inside one of the more reasonably priced shops. She waves from her spot where she seems to be folding and arranging sweaters on a small display table, and you veer left around her toward the men’s section.

It strikes you that you’ve never really shopped for another person before, and you slow your pace.

“Well.” You stretch out your arms as if to gesture to the racks and shelves of clothing before you. “I guess just look around and see what you like.”

It certainly doesn’t look as if Levi is keen on the idea. His mouth forms a thin line as he scans over the displays.

With his arms crossed, he steps toward the aisles. You let him go and look around the brightly lit showroom. It’s been almost a year since you’ve done any sort of shopping for yourself. All of the advertisements along the walls are gearing up for the fast approaching fall season, displaying smiling men and women in warm shades of orange and red.

You glance at Levi again. He’s sorting through a stack of shirts nearby with halfhearted interest, but at least he’s trying. In one hand, he holds a thick green sweater made of cable knit cotton. In the other, a cream-colored turtleneck.

“Those are nice,” you comment, joining him at the display table. You reach to test the quality of the fabric between your fingers and another thought occurs to you. “Hey, you’ll probably need to buy a coat too. It’ll be getting pretty cold soon.”

Levi grimaces. “I’ll be fine.” He moves to another rack and you follow.

A few minutes pass while he skims through a few different types of shirts. You stay quiet in an attempt to allow him to concentrate, but you also get the sense that maybe he thinks you’re being overbearing. A feeling that is all but confirmed when he speaks again.

“Do you have anything you need to buy?” he asks suddenly.

You shrug, then remember Allie’s text. “Actually, yeah.”

“Good,” he murmurs. “You should go look then.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes.” He hisses, not leaving any room to misinterpret him. “I can choose my own clothes. Go.”

You leave him with a quick reminder to find you when he’s done and head to the opposite side of the store.

The dress section isn’t as amply stocked as it might be in the summer or spring, but there are still a few options available that you find while skimming through the racks: a long, ankle-length periwinkle dress embellished with floral print and a dainty lace collar, a shorter green a-line dress with drapey, off-shoulder sleeves, and a baby pink dress with a quaint little bow on the front.

You take a look around for a mirror once you’ve gathered them all in your arms. This would be easier if you had a friend here with you to get an opinion. Are any of these even appropriate for an engagement party? Is ankle-length too conservative? Off-shoulder too casual?

The green dress is the softest material—something you could see yourself feeling comfortable in during a long dinner event—and it’s also a nice, calf skimming mid-length that doesn’t feel too casual.

You glance towards the men’s section, but quickly give up on the idea of asking for Levi’s opinion. He’d probably just say the first thing that gets you to leave him alone the fastest.

You wish you knew how to get him to trust you a bit more. For a moment this morning, it seemed like he was actually letting his guard down a little, but he’s right back to acting as if you’re an inconvenience.

With a heavy sigh, you drape the green dress over your arm and shove the other two dresses back onto the rack. It would have to do.

By some miracle, you manage to convince Levi to leave with three shirts, two pairs of trousers, and a decent coat.

It isn’t that expensive, but Levi still follows you back out onto the street with a mumbled promise to pay you back. Knowing that he doesn’t have the means to uphold that promise, you simply nod and lead the way back to the metro.

And maybe it’s your overzealous drive to be helpful or perhaps some subconscious desire to get on Levi’s good side, but when you see him looking around at the city again, you get an idea.

“Do you want to go up?”

He looks over at you, still walking. “Up where?”

“To the top of one of those.” You point to the nearest building, its highest level disappearing into the clouds. “There’s an observation tower in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Bit of a tourist trap, but it has a really nice view of everything and it’s not far from here.”

Levi’s eyes widen just a fraction and he looks back up. “You can go up there?”

“Yeah.” Taking the initiative, you start leading the way with purpose. “It’s just two stops away. Let’s go.”

It takes less than fifteen minutes to get on the metro and walk to the observation tower.

Levi follows beside you closely, silent but watchful as you lead the way to the desk to pay for tickets. As you’re led to the elevator with a group, he reads each placard on the wall dictating the history of the building and its construction.

“It says the view is over 400 meters above street level,” Levi comments as everyone climbs into the elevator. It’s a tight fit with everyone, and you do your best to not encroach on Levi’s personal space much.

“Mhm,” you confirm, tensing a little as the elevator rumbles to life. The uncomfortable swoop of your stomach makes you take a slow exhale before continuing. “It’s one of the tallest buildings in the country.”

A mother standing in front of you readjusts her child’s stroller, forcing you to take a step into Levi’s personal space. Others chat excitedly amongst themselves and you try to keep yourself evenly balanced as the elevator continues to sway.

You quickly glance at the display in the corner, watching the number tick up as the elevator continues to climb. Ten, twelve… Only a hundred more to go.

“Are you okay?”

You turn to see Levi watching you closely, that thoughtful curiosity now turned onto you.

You nod, but he’s not buying it. “You look a little sick.”

You feel a little sick. Every subtle jolt of the elevator sends your stomach into a somersault, and it doesn’t help that everyone is crammed so close together. You’re sure you could count each of Levi’s eyelashes if you really wanted.

You look away, back to the digital display at the front. “I’m just… not fond of heights.”

“Then why did you suggest we go up over 400 meters?”

You shrug a little weakly. “You looked really curious about the buildings. I thought you might like it.”

Levi sighs, but he doesn’t argue further. The most you get is a mild look of annoyance and a firm hand on your back when you manage to step on his shoe as the woman in front of you moves again.

It’s a little better when you finally get to the top floor. The elevator empties and you exit slowly, letting the large families with children rush ahead.

“You do that a lot, don’t you?” Levi says, frowning before clarifying. “Put others before yourself.”

You’re not sure if he’s referring to the crowd of people or the idea of coming up here despite your fear of heights, but maybe that’s his point.

“It’s fine,” you wave him off. “I’ve been up here a few times before. I’ll just sit down away from the windows anyway. You can go ahead if you want.”

Despite your encouragement, he keeps pace with you down the short corridor until the area opens out into full floor-to-ceiling windows. Below, the city sprawls and spreads out, stretching to each end of the horizon as far as the eye can see.

Once it comes into full view, Levi slows until he’s stopped in the middle of the room. The expressions on his face are unmistakable this time: Surprise. Shock. Awe.

Less surprised, you walk on wobbly legs to an unoccupied bench and take a seat. Small children do a little to block the view, pressing their tiny hands to the glass and standing on their tiptoes as if that will give them a better look below.

Eventually, Levi joins them at the windows. You watch him, avoiding looking directly at the windows. It’s cute, you briefly think, how in some ways his amazement mirrors theirs. His eyes, normally a stormy and skeptical grey, are now full of curiosity. They linger over several familiar landmarks: Freedom Park in the heart of the city, the curve of the river as it disappears over the horizon towards the sea, the jagged silhouette of the distant skyline.

It’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for.

You sit and wait as Levi takes his time looking at the view. His surprise turns contemplative before gradually smoothing out into something more neutral again. When he turns and makes his way back to where you’re sitting, he stops to look at one of the large information bulletins on your right.

“There are more buildings like this one?” he asks softly.

You hum at his question, then turn to see the map he’s looking at. At various points across the country, there are buildings marked with their locations and heights. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure there are.” You study it for a moment and point between two points. “We’re here, and that one is in another city.” Then to another. “This one is in another country. It’s even taller.”

His brows furrow at the new information. “And it’s not… dangerous?”

You think for a moment, wondering where his thought process is going. “Well, no. Not really. Structurally, they’re pretty safe. It’s not like it’ll collapse on its own, and they’re designed with the weather in mind.”

Before either of you are able to speak again, your phone goes off in your hand with another bright chime.

When you bring it to eye level, you see that it’s Allie again. You had forgotten to reply earlier.

[Allie]: Let me know when you can!

“What is that thing anyway?”

You look up. “This?” you ask, twirling the device in your palm. “Uh, it’s a phone.” When that explanation doesn’t seem to work, you add, “You can use it to talk to people. Either by calling them or sending them messages.”

“Is that why it’s been making so much noise?” Levi asks. “You’re talking to someone?”

You nod. “My friend, Allie.”

He turns back to the map for a moment. “People usually look happy when talking to a friend.”

You have to stop yourself from cringing. Had you really been that obvious?

“I am,” you sigh. Thinking about it makes you anxiously twist your finger around the handle of your shopping bag. “There’s just this party she wants me to go to, and I’m not really looking forward to it.”

“So, don’t go.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. And maybe it would be to him.

“I don’t really have a choice,” you explain. “It’s an engagement party.”

“Why don’t you want to go?” he questions.

You pause for a moment. “My ex is one of the groomsmen.”

Realization settles into his expression. “So, he’ll be there,” he supplies for you.

You nod.

There’s a beat of silence, and Levi turns once more to the map.

“Haven’t moved on?”

Your eyes go wide. “No, no! I have, it’s just…” God, how do you explain it without sounding pathetic? You take a breath and try again. “I don’t want to look like a complete loser. After he broke up with me, he got this huge promotion and he has this new girlfriend and they travel all the time. We just never did stuff like that together.” You chuckle, the sound a bit bitter before continuing, “And here I am, still working long hours at the hospital and bringing homeless men back to my apartment.”

Levi watches you as he listens, but his expression remains entirely unreadable.

You sigh again and look away. “Sorry. I know you don’t really care.”

“I never said I didn’t care,” he’s surprisingly quick to say.

“Yeah, but what’s a stupid engagement party to a thousand year old time traveler?” you chuckle, trying to shift the mood to something a bit more lighthearted. “You don’t need my sob story.”

“You’re making an awful lot of assumptions.”

You give him a playful grin. “So, you’re not a thousand year old time traveler?”

That seems to break the tension a bit at least. Levi rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to you. For a long moment, it’s quiet save for the excited screeching of children.

“Have you ever heard of Paradis?” Levi suddenly asks. “Or a place called Marley?”

Just that question alone is enough to send your stomach flipping again. The worst part is how genuine he sounds when he says it.

Actually, no. The real worst part is how you think you’re starting to believe he really could be Levi Ackerman. Maybe. Just a little.

You try to keep your voice casual when you look over at him. “Is that where you’re from?”

He nods. “I think you do know,” he says before you have a chance to really answer. “Because that’s the only way you would have known I’m a Scout.”

You blink. “What are you talking about?”

“The night you brought me back to your place,” he reminds you. “You recognized my uniform. And ever since I got here, you’ve looked at me like you already know who I am.”

Damn. He’s more observant than you’ve given him credit for. It’d almost be impressive if he wasn’t glaring at you with such a guarded look on his face. But you suppose that might explain why he’s been so irritable.

It’s so frighteningly familiar. So very… Levi of him.

But how are you going to look him in the eye and explain that the person he was dressed as is fictional? You get the sense that he’ll probably just think you’re crazy, and he wouldn’t be unreasonable to think so. It’s part of why you haven’t brought it up yet, but another part of you is worried how he’ll react. You think you’ve been around him enough by now to assume he won’t be angry, but this is a highly unusual situation.

Only one way to find out, you guess.

You sigh, resigning yourself to whatever happens next. “I think it’s better if I just show you.”

He stares at you for a moment, and something like vindication lightly softens the look on his face. He gestures with a sharp glance towards the exit. “Then lead the way.”

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tammytaamm · 2 days ago

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Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Jayce, Viktor, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko would realise his feelings for his gender neutral future s/o please?

Arcane characters realizing their feelings for you

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Viktor

You were in his lab, pulling an all nighter and working on some equations regarding the newest update on the hexcore. You heard him yawn while arranging some papers on his desk so you made a mental note to bring him a cup of coffee too, as you were headed to the instant coffee machine to make one for yourself.

You remembered him mentioning his favorite type of coffee once while you were having a heated discussion with jayce about whether coffee with more than two thirds of milk should even be considered coffee. His favorite was black coffee with two and a half tablespoons of sugar.

You bought the two cups back to your work station. Viktor looked at you and then at the cup you held out to him. He muttered a "Thanks". He wasn't the biggest coffee guy but he knew it was necessary to drink it to finish all the work. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. The man instantly realized you remembered exactly how he liked it done and that made butterflies form in his stomach.

Viktor never thought someone would remember the little things about him and yet you proved him wrong. He wasn't sure what he was feeling but he knew something was wrong the minute he felt his cheeks reddening.

Ekko

You found ekko tinkering with an old music box with a gorgeous little plastic ballerina inside of it. It wasn't unusual for him to spend his free time repairing old stuff that no one else used.

You sat next to him criss cross applesauce and took a peek at the music box in his hands, you remembered having one similar to this when you were younger. You started going on and on about your day, he liked listening to your voice and you liked talking. He gave his input where he felt the need to and you appreciated it.

Eventually a comfortable silence engulfed you both but you still felt the need to say something.

"What does a clock do when it's hungry?", you asked him.

"What?"

"It goes back four seconds" you finished your joke and started laughing. It was a dumb joke and the way he rolled his eyes but still smiled made you snort. He looked at you, the way your smile outshone the sun and the way your eyes crinkled while you laughed made him stop working on the music box and stare at you.

You noticed his (unashamed) staring and tilted your head, confused. Out of nowhere, a slow and happy tune started playing from the music box and the ballerina started spinning gracefully.

You both looked at the little dancer. "Here. I want you to have it", ekko said, giving it to you.

Vander

Vi, powder, mylo and claggor were hanging around in the bar. There weren't any people in there as it was only 12 am and the usual rush starts well after the sun sets. You were helping vander with tidying up the place because some drunkard tripped and broke many glasses last night. You two were chatting when you heard one of the kids' cry.

You rushed over to them, vander quick to follow you, and assessed the four kids. That's when your eyes landed on powder and you identified the source of the crying. Turns out she scraped her knee after having tripped on her own feet.

You propped her up on a table and went to get some rubbing alcohol and some bandages. You calmed her down, disinfected the wound and applied some pink bandaids you knew she would like. Vander was standing by your side, his eyes darting from you and powder.

It wasn't everyday you showed this caring side of yours to him, and knowing you cared about his kids as much as him made vander feel some sort of way. He smiled, knowing very well what he was feeling. He's glad it's you out of all people.

Silco

You were a new employee hired by sevika and at first, silco couldn't care less about you. It wasn't your fault, he just had other stuff to worry about. It was when sevika called in sick and you took her place that he really started noticing you. He couldn't deny that you were fairly attractive and you had a charismatic aura to you. He knew people would let their eyes linger on you, you were a nice sight after all. But he wasn't a surface level man, no, he was attracted to capable people, and he made a promise to himself that he would never fall for someone that can't pull their own weight.

You two were on a mission, amongst some of silco's other employees, when you were surrounded by enforcers that wanted to hunt silco down. You grabbed the man and yanked him down, hiding behind some garbage bins. You pulled out your gun and started shooting while also protecting your boss and making sure to take him to a safer place. It's not like he couldn't protect himself, but it was your job to do so and you wanted to prove yourself worthy.

An enforcerer sneaked up on you and was about to knock you out when you turned around and kicked him, disarmed him and took silco's hand to retreat back to the base.

As your hand touched his, silco realized you were indeed capable and he has indeed fallen for you.

Steb

He was hosting a training camp for new enforcers. A part of said training camp was pairing up with someone and trying to knock them on the ground for 3 seconds. You and steb were going to demonstrate to the young aspiring enforcers how to do the task.

You both took your starting fighting stances and waited for the whistle to blow. When it did you carefully approached him and attempted to trip him so that he would fall down. He realized that and swiftly moved his feet to the left. His arms were reaching for your shoulders but you anticipated his move, after all you've done countless of these training exercises with him, and ducked down. That's when you managed to kick him behind his kneecaps, making him lose his balance. You came back up and pushed him to the ground, pinning him.

The position you two were in wasn't exactly the most child friendly, but neither of you noticed it. What he did notice was how close your lips were to his, how your eyes were interlocked with his and how your strong arms were pinning his shoulders down.

"1,2,3" you said, leaving him confused. He forgot that this was supposed to be a training exercise. "I win." You said, smiling and propping yourself up, leaving him still sprawled on the ground, blushing like crazy.

Jayce

He grabbed both of you something to drink before arriving at your pre-established location to talk about the newest problems in piltover.

He greeted you, sat down opposite you and handed you your food. You thanked him and started eating.

After a while of discussing what he came here to talk about, you noticed some crumbs on his chin. You grabbed a napkin and gently tapped his lower face to make sure he was clean of any crumbs. As you did so, he felt heat creeping up his face from your hands delicately cradling his face. He knew getting you food was going to be a great idea.

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I know these aren't exactly hcs sorry but i hope you like them! As always, constructive criticism is welcomed

#arcane #viktor x reader #viktor league of legends #vander x reader #vander arcane #jayce x reader #ekko x reader #steb arcane #steb x reader #steb my love #silco x reader #ekko arcane #arcane silco

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 days ago

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vaggette toxic one-sided idea purge

how carmilla inducts vaggie into the overlords only partly for fun and velvette is so pissed off about it she plots to fake romance vaggie in revenge

and Velvette maybe might have been slightly more into her and Vaggie's rap battle then she realizes oh whoops, oh no

@barblaz-arts this is your fault not mine. Point the blame inward.

the set up

Carmilla satisfied with her investment in the hotel and Vaggie, gets her to come along to the next overlord meeting purely just to increase her new ally’s power and her own, completely with no ulterior or petty motives

Alastor horrified static twitching smile, politely raises the point that he considers the hotel to already be HIS turf

Zestial amused, tickled, and delighted Carmilla has made a friend and is finally having some fun, politely pulls out a chair for Vaggie at the table

Other overlords scared of Zestial, respectful of Carmilla, fresh from rewatching footage of Vaggie gleefully impaling exorcists with the spear she brought along to the meeting. Say nothing

Velvette arrives late on purpose bc she doesn't give a shit WHY THE FUCK IS /SHE/ HERE??

Carmilla maybe smiling just a little

The battle over letting Vaggie sit in as an honorary overlord, as rapped very intensely at each other by Velvette and Vaggie:

Velvette: Hear ye, hear ye! Look what the Carmine dragged in~

(cue music number)

Here’s a chirpy little birdy, the harpy of hell’s daughter, come demanding things left and right like her words hold any water. No souls no turf, sorry girl, nope, no seat at the table, and with one eye gone she sure doesn’t even look so able. Appearances are everything- if that’s something you can see, your optics next to ours would get hashtag embarrassment from me.

Overlords, over all you know hells a hard-ass place. Charity and mercy? Ha! Weakness and disgrace! Carmilla says she’s worthy, Carmilla made a deal, the more fights they pick with heaven the more sales for Carmine’s steel.

Don’t buy the crap they’re pushing, say fuck that and resist! We’re the power of earthly Sinners, and she’s a-

(Velvette just barely remembers her plan to keep the Exorcist intel she's dug up as a secret from everyone, fellow hothead Vees included, until exactly the right moment shows up- and being sat in the same room as Carmilla, Alastor, and Vaggie, within easy spear range, is /not/ that moment)

-she’s just some lacky with a list! We’ve got our own cred to keep up, to keep hells Sinners all in check. She’d be the collar on the leash of a royal rope tied round our neck.

Vaggie: Are you done?

Velvette: Sure thing, sweetness.

Vaggie: Great.

My name’s Vaggie and I’m busy, I’ve got bigger fucks to fry, so sorry if I’m blunt but I’ve got no time to lie- Your cred’s a bunch of bullshit. You think this is where I wanna sit? I’ve got our hotel to go home to, with heaven hellbent to destroy it.

We all saw you sit back, cowards, and watch the Radio Demon run, so whose turf really is it? Who faced Extermination and won? Who’s been there for Sinners while you’ve used them like a knife? Charlie’s the real Sinner’s power, she protects them with her life.

She’s got better stuff to do than listen to you whine, someone’s gotta hear it though, and if it’s me then fine. You’re not the worst assholes I’ve seen play with others souls, and you’re all Sinners scared of dying, so we even share some goals.

Unlike all of you though, me and Charlie we don’t have to pay and trade. Instead of buying a Sinner’s soul and time we can trust the friends we’ve made. I didn’t make them stay and fight, they gave their all for free. Who looks weaker in that light? You overlords, or me?

Vaggie: Also, you really think poking fun at the half blind woman is a win for you? Ask the corpses of the Exorcists who thought they could get the drop on me. My girlfriend says the eyepatch looks hot and hers is the only opinion I care about. So fuck off.

.....

Velvette can't think of a good clap back, weirdly having trouble thinking at all while Vaggie's glaring at her, but also kinda doesn't want the battle to end just yet

Velvette Warns her to sit quietly during the meeting and let the REAL overlords talk, then gets up close and personal with Vaggie and excuses it by whisper-threatening that it’d just take one text to make her friend Angel Dust’s work hours a living hell

Vaggie, irritably pushing her back at spearpoint, clearly resisting the urge to Stab reminds Velvette that Angel’s work hours with Velvette’s pathetic manchild of a friend are already a living hell for him, and he STILL talks back to Val anyway, and that’s WHY Vaggie is taking a seat at the overlord’s table, to try helping the other sinners that people like Velvette have left behind because they're too scared and spineless to help anything except themselves

(Ding! Bullseye)

Velvette looks actually pissed and not at all smirky anymore, leans in while ignoring the spear-

Carmilla smoothly starts the meeting right then before anyone other than Vaggie ends up losing an one eye

Velvette ends up being the one who spends the whole meeting unusually quiet, staring thoughtfully at Vaggie between making furious vent texts. She's somehow less upset about Charlie's pet murder angel sitting with the overlords than she is over losing her cool and almost skewering herself on Vaggie's spear like an idiot

That's a Vox and Val thing to do, that's why they need her, the only one of the Vees to NOT screw herself over some random looser who doesn't even like her

... but what if she could MAKE Vaggie like her?

If she could steal Carmilla's new tamed Exorcist- Charlie's right hand woman, part of why Val's toy still had a bolt hole in hell to hide in, and the only reason Alastor had met a hell princess with enough hope for her dreams she'd throw in with an overlord to finally get the ball rolling on them-

And Vaggie's switched sides before, miss ex Exorcist living in hell and picking fights with heaven. Why not help her do it again?

Poor overworked glorified secretary. Velvette knows for a FACT that her and the princess haven't been seen out on a single date since the hotel opened. With nothing else in hell for her but her girlfriend, that has to be getting to Vaggie, right? She could do with some appreciation.

If nothing else, the hell princess will probably be very sensitive to anyone else openly and personally appreciating her girlfriend. She might even do something rash, something to show the overlords and all of hell just how far they could trust in hellborn royalty.

Vaggie or no Vaggie, Velvette could work with that too.

She might even be able to blackmail Vaggie into working for the Vees, in exchange for NOT letting all of hell know that the hotel of supposed love and hope had a Exorcist stalking it's halls.

The beauty of that is Velvette wouldn't even have to sic any of her own souls on them. Just tell the Sinners the truth and watch the angry, vengeful, terrified mob tear Vaggie and everything she'd ever touched to shreds. All win, no loss. Vox would have already done it if he knew. She wouldn't mind sitting back with some popcorn and liveblogging the carnage with him and Val, if it came to it.

Ohhh but the satisfaction if she COULD take the Exorcist right out from under all of them...

And having an angel on their side would give the Vees one hell of leg up in whatever shit heaven thinks up next. They could really use a manager too, at this point in their business expansion- Velvette's got too much of her own shit these days to deal with Vox and Val's on top of it. A fourth Vee, in a coordination role, not interested in farming any souls or turf of her own, would be perfect- especially one that can cut through both bodies and bullshit.

Her name even fits with their theming. Velvette and Vaggie, the flipside to Valentino and Vox...

Hmm.

Velvette: Realizes she's been staring at Vaggie again, and Vaggie's noticed, and spares her exactly one second to give her a quick Glower before going back to arguing with someone.

Velvette: smiles and snaps a picture

The princess of hell is right about one thing. The eyepatch really is quite a Look.

Velvette some unspecified time later: It’s just for the bit okay

Vox: You seem to be wearing one of her feathers as a necklace

Velvette: Duh I'm wearing it- almost got hellfire crisped by the princess while snagging it off her

Vox: And the uh, stroking of it?

Velvette: Alllll part of the plan

Vox: You've made a whole private website of her

Velvette: You think faking being in love is some bullshit commercial you can just half-ass your way through with a pretty face and the right outfit? Especially when she used to be an Exorcist? I need intel! Research! The woman dresses as sharp as she is, Vox, and her fav accessory is a soul killing spear

Vox: You and your fixation on women with weapons...

Velvette: Ew. Shut up. This blog is about going down on h- getting my roleplay down right, damn it! This is WORK!

Vox: It looks like a fanpage-

Velvette: BLOCKED

#hazbin hotel #vaggette #velvette hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #absurd toxic yuri crack ship idea #had to purge it

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cassiemaebarnes · 3 days ago

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Grumpy & the New Girl: Part 9

Bucky x reader

Summary: She wasn’t supposed to meet him like that. He wasn’t supposed to let her in. But sometimes, things don’t go according to plan.

Word Count: 6090

I'm sorry in advance...

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of Bucky’s alarm cutting through the silence. You took a deep breath and sighed as your eyes fluttered open, Bucky right behind you with his arms wrapped around you.

You could feel him – all of him – pressed up against you.

You froze for a split second when your brain registered what it was. But Bucky either didn’t notice or didn’t care, he just groaned and pulled you closer to his chest.

A few moments later, you finally turned around to face him. “Can you turn that off?” you groaned. “I think that’s the most annoying alarm I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“I do that so I’ll actually have motivation to turn it off,” he said, finally letting go of you to turn it off.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, settling back into the pillow.

“Nope,” Bucky said, pushing the blanket off both of you. “If I’m late for training and you’re late for physical therapy, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

You just scoffed. “No matter what we do we’ll never hear the end of it,” you said, giving him a look.

He just laughed softly as he got up from the bed. He took a step, but then stopped, stretching his hands above his head and yawning.

His shirt lifted up enough for you to see the bottom half of his abs.

And the bulge in his sweatpants from what was pressing against you this morning.

You looked away quickly before he was done stretching so he didn’t catch you staring.

“C’mon,” he said.

You tried to shake the thought, groaning again as you pulled yourself up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, just sitting there for a few minutes as Bucky started digging through his dresser and opened the closet, pulling out his clothes for the day.

You finally stood up, wincing as you put pressure on your ankle again.

“Make sure you ice it after PT,” he said, giving you a look.

“I will, I will,” you replied, waving him off. You walked over to the door, but turned around before you left. “See you downstairs?”

He just gave you a slight smile. “Yeah.”

His smile went away right after as he turned around and disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

Your eyebrows knit together immediately, confused about what just happened. He seemed fine at first, but something about his smile not quite being genuine just seemed…off.

You weren’t sure what it was, but you could tell something was wrong.

You thought about going over and knocking on the bathroom door, asking if everything was okay, but decided against it.

You made your way back to your room, not being able to shake the weird feeling.

You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, pulled your hair into a ponytail, then changed into your favorite workout set – leggings and a matching sports bra in your favorite color.

You grabbed Bucky’s sweatshirt that you still had, pulling it over your head as you walked out the door and headed to the kitchen.

You assumed Bucky would already be there, probably with a mug of coffee waiting for you, but when you walked in, he wasn’t there.

You paused for a split second, wondering if you should go check on him, but then continued to the coffee machine.

“Wow, didn’t walk in with your boyfriend today?” Sam said, smirking at you.

“Nope,” you responded as you reached up to the top shelf grabbing two mugs.

“Well that’s new,” Tony chimed in. “Where is he? Recovering from your pre-training cardio sesh?”

You just shot him a look. “No, just getting ready.”

Clint just hummed. “And you would know that why?”

You just sighed and shook your head.

“They obviously spent the night together again,” Sam said, sounding disgusted.

“They might as well just move all their stuff into one room and declare themselves roommates,” Nat said, smirking.

You just laughed softly as you poured two cups of coffee, trying not to show any sign that anything was wrong.

You hated to admit it, but you were worried.

Probably – hopefully – for nothing. But you couldn’t help it.

You walked over to the island and sat down in a chair, setting Bucky’s coffee in front of the space next to you.

As soon as you set the mugs down, Clint glanced at the second one.

“Two cups?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Look at her, making her man coffee now that her ankle’s better.”

“Guess she’s finally contributing to the relationship,” Sam added with a smirk.

You let out a quiet laugh, forcing it just enough to sound natural, hiding the way your chest felt tighter than it should’ve. You picked up your own mug and took a sip, focusing on the warmth instead of the twist in your stomach.

It was probably nothing. Maybe he was just tired. But still, something about the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes this morning lingered at the back of your mind.

“Careful,” Nat teased from across the island, elbowing Wanda as she slid the eggs back into the fridge. “She starts making coffee, next thing you know she’s packing his lunches and embroidering his initials on towels.”

You rolled your eyes, managing a smile as you looked up. “Okay, I’m not that far gone.”

Everyone laughed, and you relaxed just enough to let yourself laugh with them.

But then, your eyes flicked across the room and met Wanda’s.

She wasn’t laughing.

She was watching you, brow slightly furrowed, head tilted just enough to say she was already reading you like a book. You held her gaze for a moment too long, and something shifted in her expression. Not teasing – concern.

You quickly looked away, bringing your mug to your lips again like it could shield you.

Wanda didn’t say anything.

But she didn’t need to.

You both knew something was off. And even if no one else noticed, she did.

You stirred your coffee absentmindedly, eyes flicking toward the hallway, half-hoping Bucky would come around the corner with that usual sleepy grin to reassure you that everything was fine.

But he didn’t.

Not until a few, long minutes later.

The room didn’t react much at first. No teasing, no fanfare, he just looked like himself, more or less.

He didn’t even glance in your direction as he walked straight to the coffee machine.

“I already got your coffee,” you said softly, nodding toward the untouched mug in front of the seat beside you.

He paused just briefly, then looked down at it. “Oh…thanks.”

His voice was quiet. Rougher than usual.

He walked over, picked it up, and sat down next to you – not even looking your way.

The stool creaked slightly as he settled in, the silence stretching out just a little too long.

And then, of course, the others pounced.

“Barnes, you’re getting your coffee made for you now,” Sam said, raising his eyebrows dramatically. “How does it feel living like a spoiled man?”

Nat leaned against the counter, biting into a piece of toast. “She spends the night, makes you coffee in the morning – what’s next, back rubs on mission breaks?”

“Bet she packs his snacks,” Clint added. “Little love notes on his protein bars.”

Bucky gave them a small, dry smile – just enough to pass for amusement. “You’re all hilarious.”

“We know,” Tony said, smirking.

Bucky gave a quiet huff, not quite a laugh, and took a sip of his coffee.

But he still hadn’t looked at you.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He was holding his mug with both hands with his elbows resting on the counter, head down like he was trying to hide. His shoulders were drawn in slightly and his jaw was tight.

And you knew.

Something was wrong.

You glanced across the kitchen and looked at Wanda. She was already watching him with the same look of concern she’d given you earlier.

Her brows were just barely furrowed, lips pressed into a subtle line as her eyes followed the way Bucky was avoiding eye contact, not offering up his usual quiet one-liners or easy comebacks.

She looked back over at you, and you quickly dropped your gaze, sipping your coffee again like everything was normal.

The teasing died off after another minute or two, and the rest of the conversation shifted to something else. The others laughed, throwing jabs back and forth, filling the kitchen with the usual chaos.

But you and Bucky sat in silence.

You kept glancing over at him, but he never looked up.

The kitchen had settled into a lull, the conversation trailing off into scattered chatter and clinking dishes when Steve finally stepped in, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands once. “Time to get moving. Training starts in ten.”

There were a few groans, but the sounds of chairs scraping back and footsteps filled the kitchen as the team started filing out one by one.

Bucky didn’t say anything.

He just stood, his stool sliding quietly against the floor as he picked up his half-full mug. He walked around the island without a word, dumped the rest of the coffee down the drain, and gave the mug a quick rinse.

You watched him as he moved, noticing he was a little too quiet.

He glanced at you just before he turned to go. “Good luck in PT.”

His voice was calm, even. But the smile he gave you wasn’t real – it was that same faint smile from earlier that didn’t touch his eyes.

“Thanks,” you said softly, but he was already turning.

He followed the others out of the kitchen, falling into step behind Sam and Tony like he hadn’t just left a pit in your stomach.

You watched the doorway long after he disappeared through it.

A moment later, Steve hung back, stepping over to where you still sat.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice gentler than usual. “We’ve got a room set up off the training space. I’ll walk you through the first set of exercises, then let you work through them.”

You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. “Yeah. Okay.”

You stood slowly, grabbing your water bottle and following him out. Steve walked beside you, talking quietly about what to expect, but you barely heard him.

Because even as you nodded along and did your best to listen, your mind stayed stuck on the way Bucky hadn’t really looked at you this morning.

You knew that something was wrong, but you had no idea what it was.

As Bucky walked into the training room, he paused for a brief second, squeezing his eyes shut.

The lights in the training room were too bright. Too sharp.

He blinked against them as he walked in, shoulders tense, eyes narrowing slightly as the sting behind his eyes flared again – not blinding yet, but enough to make the world feel a little off-balance. A little too loud. A little too much.

He rolled his shoulders, forced a deep breath, and tried to shake it off.

Just focus. Get through it.

But it had started the second he woke up – that familiar, dull ache humming behind his eyes. Not a full migraine, not yet. Just the warning.

And he’d known, instantly, what kind of day it would be.

Even with her still curled against him, warm and safe in his arms, he felt it building.

He’d stayed there longer than he should’ve. Eyes closed. Breathing slow. Pretending the pressure in his head wasn’t growing by the minute. Pretending the weight of her against his chest could keep it at bay.

But it hadn’t.

And once she left the room, it hit sharper.

He’d stood at the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on his face, gripping the edge with both hands as the ache pressed behind his eyes like a growing storm. He took a couple pain pills from the bottle in the cabinet, swallowing them dry.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, just breathing, before finally forcing himself to get dressed and head downstairs.

He didn’t even realize how quiet he’d been when he walked into the kitchen. Didn’t notice the way he avoided looking at her. Didn’t register that when she made him his coffee, he barely even thanked her.

It wasn’t because of her. God, it was never because of her.

He just…couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think about anything but keeping it together long enough to get through training. Long enough to stay upright.

So he smiled. He laughed when they teased him. Gave them just enough to let it pass.

He didn’t notice the way she kept glancing at him.

Didn’t realize his silence was different.

Didn’t know she’d seen right through it.

He just kept walking toward the weights, jaw tight, fingers flexing like he could squeeze the pain out of his system before it really took hold.

Just get through it.

As you went through your exercises, you kept trying to convince yourself that nothing was wrong.

Maybe he was just tired and didn’t realize how he was acting. You were sure there had to be an explanation.

But when you finished and headed out to the training room to find Steve, Bucky was already gone.

You tried to ignore the lump forming in your throat.

You had expected him to at least come check on you at some point. Not that he had to, but you just assumed he would.

You were debating whether or not to just go straight to his room to try to find him, but before you could make a move, Steve called you over.

“You all done?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Great, how does it feel?”

“Sore,” you said, looking down at your ankle.

“Well, that’s normal,” he said. “And unfortunately it’ll probably be worse later from the PT, but that’s good.”

You just nodded.

“Follow me,” he said, motioning you over to the medical room off the training floor.

When you walked in, he had you sit on a chair.

“Instead of just putting an ice pack on it, I want you to do an ice bucket,” he said, grabbing a bucket from the corner and starting to fill it with water. “That way, it can get your whole ankle instead of just one side.”

“Okay,” you said.

“I would try to stay off your ankle as much as you can today, just to let it rest,” he said, scooping ice from the ice machine into the bucket. “Don’t use your crutches, but limit your walking.”

“Okay,” you said, again.

“I’m sure Bucky will help you though,” he responded, giving you a knowing smile.

You just smiled back.

But then, you realized, Steve might know what’s going on. He’s known Bucky his whole life, so he’s definitely gotten like this before, and he might know what’s wrong.

But as you opened your mouth to ask him, his ringtone cut through the silence.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to look at the screen.

“Oh, sorry, I have to take this. It’s about our next mission.”

He set the bucket down in front of you. “Wait a couple minutes to let the water get colder, then leave your ankle in for about 10 minutes,” he said, walking toward the door. “Just dump it in the sink when you’re done.”

He gave you one last smile before disappearing out the door.

You sat there in the chair, eyes trained on the wall, mind going a million miles a minute.

You waited a couple minutes, like he said, and then carefully slid your foot into the bucket.

You hissed through your teeth at the sting, the sharp cold surrounding your ankle. But it helped.

You tried to focus on that.

Not the fact that Bucky hadn’t come to check on you.

Not the weird tightness in his jaw or the way his eyes avoided yours at the table.

You stared down at the ice water, arms crossed over your chest, chewing on your bottom lip as your mind started spiraling again.

Maybe he was tired.

Maybe he was overwhelmed.

Maybe it had nothing to do with you at all.

Or maybe…something was wrong and he just wasn’t telling you.

He could be hurting. Pulling away. Regretting the closeness you’d fallen into so easily.

Maybe last night had meant more to you than it had to him.

You swallowed hard, pressing your arms tighter around yourself.

But that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. It didn’t feel like that. Not last night. Not when he helped you into bed like it was instinct. Not when he kissed your forehead like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You knew him.

He didn’t fake that.

Which only made this morning more confusing.

Your gaze drifted to the door again, tempted to get up right then and there, half-limp across the compound if you had to, find him, ask him what’s wrong.

But the bucket of ice water was anchoring you in place. And maybe, deep down, you were scared of what you’d hear.

Your jaw clenched as you exhaled through your nose and looked down again.

The pain in your ankle was sharp, but the ache in your chest was worse.

And no matter how many reasons you tried to come up with…none of them were good enough to explain why he suddenly felt so far away.

After 10 minutes, you pulled your ankle out of the bucket and set it on a towel you grabbed from the shelf. You slowly wrapped it around your ankle, patting it dry.

After getting up and dumping out the bucket, you grabbed Bucky’s sweatshirt that you had taken off and your sock and shoe off the counter. You didn't bother to put them on as you headed out of the training room toward the elevator.

When you got in, your hand paused in front of the keypad.

You wondered whether or not you should stop at his room. See if he’s okay. Ask what’s wrong.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You pressed the 8 and leaned back against the wall as the elevator doors slid shut.

You made your way to your room, stepping out of your other shoe and pulling off your sweaty clothes before jumping in the shower.

You just stood under the hot water, letting it run over your shoulders and down your back. Steam curled up around you, letting you relax a little bit, but not much.

You finally grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into your palm and lathering it into your hair. You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts, but it wasn’t working very well.

A few minutes later, you turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and dried yourself off. You pulled on shorts and Bucky’s sweatshirt again before heading down to the kitchen for lunch.

When you walked in, everyone was there.

Except Bucky.

You finally stepped in, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach.

There was a spread of ingredients lined the counter – a lineup of lunch meats, cheeses, and every kind of topping imaginable. There were fresh buns stacked on a plate, along with bowls of fruit, veggie sticks, chips, and a few dips scattered around.

Everyone was gathered around the island, making their sandwiches and stealing bites as they went, like a little lunch assembly line.

You grabbed a plate from the stack and reached for a bun, trying to act normal.

“Again?” Sam said, the second he spotted you. “This is the second time today you’re not attached at the hip.”

You glanced over and rolled your eyes. “I know. Tragic.”

“Uh-huh,” Clint chimed in, holding up a tomato slice. “You guys have been joined at the soul since you met. Now suddenly you’re flying solo? Suspicious.”

“She probably made him another coffee and is letting him nap in her room,” Nat said, smirking over her shoulder. “Or maybe she gave him a massage after training.”

You gave a small laugh, just enough to play along, putting meat onto your bun.

“Seriously though,” Wanda added, glancing up as she loaded her own plate. “He’s not coming?”

You shrugged, forcing a casual tone. “I don’t know. Maybe he already ate. Or maybe he’s resting.”

“Or maybe he’s just lying in bed pining for her,” Tony said dramatically. “Clutching a photo. Whispering her name.”

You snorted, reaching for a handful of chips. “You people are unwell.”

Sam raised a brow. “You’re deflecting.”

“I’m eating,” you countered, grabbing a few grapes from the fruit bowl and dropping them onto your plate. “Big difference.”

They kept teasing, but the energy was light. No one noticed the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. No one caught the way your shoulders dropped just a little as you turned toward the fridge to grab a drink.

But as you moved past Wanda, she looked up again, eyes flicking over you carefully.

And for a moment, you could feel her watching.

Just like this morning.

Again…she didn’t say anything.

You didn’t either.

You just turned and headed to the table to sit down, eating your sandwich and laughing when they made another joke, acting like everything was fine.

You expected Bucky to eventually show up to eat.

But he never did.

When you finally finished eating, some of the others were already heading out of the kitchen. You got up and headed to the sink, turning on the water before running your plate under it.

A few moments later, Wanda walked up beside you.

“Everything okay?” she asked, only loud enough for you to hear.

You kept your eyes on the plate in your hands, scrubbing slowly even though it was already clean.

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Everything’s fine.”

Wanda didn’t say anything at first.

She just looked at you.

And you could feel it – that knowing, quiet gaze of hers, the kind that made it impossible to lie for long. Like she could see right through you.

You sighed and shut off the water, setting the plate on the drying rack. “He was just…acting off this morning. I have no clue what’s going on.”

Wanda leaned her hip against the counter, folding her arms loosely. “I noticed, too.”

You turned to face her, biting your lip. “You did?”

She nodded. “He barely said two words at breakfast. Didn’t even look at you.”

Your heart gave that little ache again, the one you’d been trying to ignore all day.

“Did something happen between you two last night,” she asked, quietly.

“No,” you responded. “We watched a movie, fell asleep like usual. Everything was normal.”

Wanda’s brows furrowed slightly. “And then this morning?”

You looked down at the edge of the sink. “This morning he was quiet. Still sweet, still…him, kind of. But distant. Like something was on his mind. And when we got to the kitchen, it was like I wasn’t even there.”

Wanda’s voice stayed soft. “You don’t think he’s pulling away?”

You shook your head. “No. I mean, maybe? I don’t know. That’s what’s driving me crazy. I just…I don’t get it. It felt like we were on the same page, and now it feels like he’s a thousand miles away.”

Wanda stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes scanning your face.

“Then something’s bothering him,” she said finally. “And I don’t think it’s you.”

You met her eyes, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t let yourself be all day.

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said, gently touching your arm. “You’d know if he was trying to pull away. That’s not what this is.”

You nodded slowly, holding onto her words like a lifeline.

“Okay,” you said, quietly.

Still, your stomach turned.

Because if it wasn’t you...then what was it?

Wanda gave you a soft pat on the back before walking away. You grabbed the dish towel and dried your hands before walking out of the kitchen.

You made your way to the elevator and pressed the 7 before you could stop yourself.

As you made your way down the hall, it was quiet. You stopped in front of his door, standing there for a few minutes before finally knocking.

Nothing.

You didn’t hear any movement inside the room. You didn’t even know if he was in there.

“Bucky?”

Still nothing.

You sighed, not knowing whether or not you should just walk in. But you needed to know if he was okay.

You grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly and taking a step inside.

You were met with complete darkness. The shades were closed and curtains were drawn. They had to have been heavy-duty blackout curtains, because there was no light slipping through at all.

When your eyes finally adjusted, you spotted Bucky, curled up in a ball on his bed.

Your heart tugged at the sight.

You softly shut the door behind you, thinking he was asleep. But when you walked over to the bed, you saw his eyes slowly open.

“Bucky?” you said, softly. “What’s wrong?”

You stood over his bed for a few moments, him not saying anything.

But finally, he spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

“Migraine.”

Your heart broke at the sound of his voice. So weak and fragile, like he was about to fall apart at any moment.

You slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear and letting your hand rest there, thumb softly rubbing circles over his temple.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you whispered.

Again, he was silent for a few moments. Then–

“Stay.”

Your heart broke even more, wanting to cry from how much pain he sounded like he was in.

You quietly got up, slipping underneath the covers with him. You put your arms around him as he pulled you closer, burying his face in your chest immediately.

His breath was shaky and uneven against your chest, and you could feel the tension radiating through every part of him.

You lifted your hand and let your fingers trail up into his hair. You began running them through it slowly – soft, soothing strokes. Over and over.

You felt him exhale, just barely, the tiniest bit of release.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, your lips brushing the top of his head.

Your heart ached with every breath he took, every slight tremble in his body as he tried to ride it out. But at the same time, you felt an unexpected sense of relief wash over you.

Not because he was in pain.

But because you knew now.

He wasn’t pulling away. He wasn’t angry or distant because of anything you did. He was just suffering, quietly – the way he always had, for so long.

And now…he let you in.

You kept combing your fingers gently through his hair, occasionally rubbing slow circles into the back of his neck.

The room was silent except for the sound of your shared breathing – the occasional shuddered inhale or ragged exhale from him.

You pressed a kiss to his hair, letting your lips rest there for a moment.

You stayed like that for a long time, gently running your fingers through his hair, your other arm wrapped securely around his back. His breathing stayed shallow, his body tense, but little by little, you could feel it begin to ease – not completely, but enough to know the worst of the pain was starting to let go.

Eventually, his breathing evened out.

His grip on your shirt loosened ever so slightly.

And with one last soft sigh against your chest…he fell asleep.

You didn’t move.

You just laid there, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, the faint rise and fall of his chest against yours grounding you.

And finally, with your hand still tangled in his hair and your other arm still holding him tight, your own eyes began to drift shut.

You didn’t know how long you were out.

But when you blinked awake, the room was still dark, the air still thick with quiet.

And Bucky was still in your arms.

Still curled into you, his head resting against your collarbone, one arm draped across your waist. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, calm now, his body no longer trembling with pain.

You didn’t move, just looked down at him, brushing your fingers gently through his hair again.

After a couple minutes, he stirred.

He shifted slightly, then stilled again – like he wasn’t sure where he was. Then his head lifted just a little, eyes fluttering open.

And when his gaze met yours…there was a flicker of something in them.

Surprise.

Maybe even disbelief.

His voice was soft. Weak. Still rough from hours of silent pain.

But it went straight through your chest like a blade.

“You’re still here.”

Your heart broke all over again.

Your arms tightened around him slightly as your throat caught.

“Of course I’m still here.”

His expression wavered – just a little – like your words cracked something open inside him.

He took a little breath and sighed, letting his head slowly rest against your chest again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

Bucky didn’t answer right away.

He just lay there against you for a few more minutes, breathing slow and steady, your hand still gently tracing through his hair. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. You just held him.

Eventually, he shifted – slowly, like he wasn’t quite ready to leave the safety of your arms, but knew he had to move.

He sat up just enough to lean on one elbow, the other hand coming up to rub his eyes, fingers dragging down his face as he exhaled quietly.

You pushed yourself up a little, still close, watching him carefully.

“How are you?” you asked, voice soft.

“Better,” he rasped, his voice still raw around the edges as he blinked a few times and ran his hand over his face again. “Head’s not pounding anymore. Just…foggy.”

You gave a small, relieved nod. “That’s good.”

He looked over at you then, eyes heavy but clearer than before. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours, maybe,” you said. “You needed it.”

He nodded slowly, then glanced down, like part of him was still processing the fact that you’d been here the whole time. That you stayed.

You reached out and gently brushed a piece of hair off his forehead, your hand lingering there for a moment.

“I was worried,” you whispered.

He met your eyes again, and this time…he didn’t look away.

“I know,” he said quietly.

You sat with him in silence for another minute, just watching as he slowly came back to himself. Shoulders less tense now, breathing more even, the worst of the pain behind him.

Then, gently, you reached out again, your voice soft. “Do you need anything?”

He paused, rubbing the heel of his hand over his temple once more before exhaling through his nose. “I should probably eat something.”

You nodded immediately. “I can go make you a sandwich. There’s still stuff left from lunch.”

He looked at you for a beat, then gave a small nod. “Okay. Thanks.”

You gave his hand one last squeeze before slipping out from under the covers, careful not to jostle the bed too much. As you stood, you glanced toward the door, hesitating for a moment before whispering, “Try to rest. I’ll be right back.”

He just nodded again, watching you with quiet eyes.

You moved quickly, quietly, pulling the door open just enough to slip through it. You winced at the tiny crack of light that spilled into the room, but you shut it as softly as you could behind you.

You got in the elevator, then made your way down the hall, still barefoot, Bucky’s sweatshirt hanging loose around you.

The kitchen was empty now, the lunch mess cleaned up, ingredients tucked in the fridge and stacked in containers on the counter. You grabbed a plate, then began making his sandwich. You weren’t sure exactly what he liked, but you had an idea.

When it was done, you put the containers back in the fridge before grabbing a water bottle and making your way back to his room.

The hallway was still empty as you approached his door, and you slipped back inside as gently as you had left, carefully closing the door behind you without letting in too much light.

The room was still dim, still quiet. Bucky hadn’t moved much – he was just sitting up a little more now, propped against the headboard with the blankets still bunched around his waist. His hair was tousled, his eyes tired, but he gave you a soft look as you came over to him.

You crawled back onto the bed and handed him the plate and water, your voice low. “Here you go.”

He took it from you slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe it. “You’re spoiling me.”

You gave him a small smile, tugging the blankets back over your legs. “Someone’s gotta make sure you eat.”

He took a bite, chewing carefully, and then let out a soft hum. “Okay…this is the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

You laughed gently. “You’re delirious.”

He gave a small smile, eyes flicking toward you. “Might be. But it’s still good.”

You sat beside him as he ate, your eyes drifting toward the closed curtains. The room felt warmer now, more settled.

He finished a few more bites in silence, then glanced at you again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Thanks for staying.”

Your heart squeezed, but you just gave a soft nod. “Always.”

He looked at you a moment longer, then took another bite, finally letting out a breath that sounded a little lighter.

When he finished the sandwich, he set the plate on his nightstand and drank about half the water bottle in one breath. He sighed before setting that on the nightstand too.

“Feel better?” you asked.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

You just gave him a smile before he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath.

“The migraines…” he started, before pausing for a few moments. “They remind me of being back there.”

You stilled, not expecting him to talk about it. You didn’t say anything, just shifted and put your arm around him, rubbing his shoulder as he continued.

“With the wiping, I always had a constant headache. I got so used to it, I learned to ignore it. But now…they only happen every once in a while, but they’re so painful.”

He fell quiet again, his head still on your shoulder. You kept rubbing slow circles into his arm, still not saying anything.

Bucky let out a breath, the kind that felt like it was pulled from somewhere deep.

“I usually try to hide it,” he said after a moment, voice barely more than a whisper. “Most people don’t really notice. Or…they think I’m just in a mood. That I’m being quiet or distant on purpose.”

He paused, and you could feel the faintest shift in his shoulders – not tension, exactly. More like vulnerability.

“But you…” He turned his head just slightly, his cheek brushing your shoulder. “You saw something was wrong. And you didn’t just leave me to it.”

Your hand paused for a second, then started moving again – slower now, gentler.

He pulled in a shaky breath. “Thank you,” he said again, quieter this time. “For staying.”

Your heart ached – for how small his voice was when he said it, for how surprised he sounded.

You tightened your arm around him and leaned your head lightly against his before answering.

“Of course,” you said. “I’ll always stay.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt the way his body relaxed just a little more against yours, like those words had settled something in him.

Like maybe, for the first time in a long time, he believed them.

The room stayed quiet for a while, just the slow rhythm of your breathing filling the space.

The rest of the day was spent together in his bed, switching between quiet conversation and comfortable silence, him wrapped up in your arms.

Because somehow, without either of you saying it out loud, this had changed everything.

And neither of you wanted to let go.

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tropes-and-tales · 21 hours ago

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Friends and Lovers, Part I

(Robert "Bob" Floyd x F!Reader)

CW: Angst. Unrequited love. Bob is stupid.

Word Count: 1121

AN: This was requested by the lovely @callsign-frostbite for the April Showers event!

It’s the mark of a true friend who will pick you up from the airport when you need a ride.

It’s the mark of the truest friend who will pick you up from the airport at three in the morning, drive you through a rainstorm to an all-night Taco Bell for sustenance, hustle you home to your apartment, and crash on your couch while you shower and sleep in your own bed.

In this way, you are Bob Floyd’s truest friend, because that’s exactly what you do for him. He was on leave and went back home for it, and you’re the one who picks him up from the San Diego Airport. You meet him in baggage claim, you feed him, you get him home. And because it’s so late—or early, depending on one’s view of it—you crash on his couch.

You’re Bob Floyd’s truest, best friend, but you aren’t his girlfriend. That role is currently held by a woman named Kenzie. She’s been his girlfriend for nearly a year now, but for some reason, Bob never even considered calling her for his late night (early morning) airport ride.

He only ever considered calling you…but Bob Floyd doesn’t really contemplate why that is. He is analytical to a fault, an excellent compartmentalizer, and anything that veers to near to feelings, matters of the heart…well, all he needs to know is that you’re his best friend, Kenzie is his girlfriend, and that is that.

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He sleeps in for only an extra hour, but when he wakes, it is to the heavenly scents of freshly brewed coffee and something delicious baking. When he makes his way to his kitchen, he finds you pulling out a pan of cinnamon rolls from the oven.

“You didn’t have to,” he says, because that’s what he always says when you do any of the hundreds of things to take care of him.

“I didn’t have to. I wanted to,” you reply, because that’s what you always say back to him. Because you care for the people in your life like it’s second nature, like it’s no big deal.

You gesture for him to sit, and you bring him a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll so fresh from the oven that the icing you drizzle over it melts into the warm pastry. You make another circuit from kitchen to dinette, your hands full with your own coffee and roll, and you settle across from him.

“Good trip?” you ask.

He nods, and he fills you in on everything. The old high school friends he met up with. The family dinners, going out with his father and sisters to shoot trap. His mother fussing over him, his sisters tormenting him.

“Helped my grandma clean out her house a little,” Bob adds as he starts on his third cinnamon roll. “She’s going to downsize this year, so she’s getting rid of nearly everything.”

That piques your interest; you’re a champion of the vintage haul, haunting estate sales and garage sales and swap meets for old, interesting pieces of anything. Clothes, jewelry, bric-a-brac for your apartment. Bob almost wishes he’d taken you along to help his grandma—the two of you would have gotten along famously, he thinks.

“She sent me home with some stuff,” he continues. “Here, wait. I’ll show you.”

He gets up and goes into his living room where most of his luggage still sits, waiting to be unpacked. He digs into the largest suitcase and pulls out a shoe box, then brings it over to the kitchen table. When he sits, he takes the chair beside yours instead of across from you so he can pass you all the things his grandma gave him.

Later, he’ll blame the setting of the moment. Maybe he was more tired than he thought. Sometimes he got goofy when he was tired, playful in an almost drunk way. Or maybe it was just the perfection of the moment: California sun slanting in bright and yellow from the windows, the warm scent of the cinnamon rolls.

The show-and-tell starts out great: Bob passes you old photos, his grandfather’s Silver Star, a scattering of old, interesting coins. He shows you his grandfather’s old watch—broken, but possible to repair, perhaps.

It goes wrong when he passes you the old jewelry box, the velvet rubbed away from the corners. He opens it to show you his grandmother’s mother’s engagement ring, a modest diamond set in a beautiful filigree setting. His grandma had handed it to him, hinted heavily at him using it sooner rather than later.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” You take the open box from him and peer at the ring. “It looks like an Old European Cut on the diamond. So, like, Art Deco, maybe?”

This is the precise moment it goes wrong. Bob watches your face as you study the ring, and something—he can’t say what—makes him ease the box out of your hands. He takes the ring from its cushioning, and he takes your left hand in his.

He slides the ring on your ring finger, and he says “there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you” in a mock-serious tone, a joking-adjacent tone, but the second his eyes slide up to your face to take in your expression, he realizes how badly he’s just fucked up.

Because you aren’t smiling. You don’ t have that wry grin on your face to let him know that you’re in on the joke. You’re gazing back at him, serious as a heart attack, but there’s hope in your eyes, a glimmer of something fragile and hopeful, and when he sees it, his own smile falters.

When his smile falters, it kills that fragile glimmer in your eye, and Bob’s stomach sinks, turns in his gut, and he thinks he might puke right here.

“I mean…” he stammers. “I was just kidding…”

You stare at him for a long beat, then blink rapidly, like you’re clearing your vision from whatever hopeful future he just built up and dashed in under twenty seconds. You pull your hand from his, yank the ring off your finger so hard that you scrape the knuckle and hiss at the sting of pain. You set it down on the tabletop with a quiet click, and then you’re on your feet and moving towards the door.

“Hey, wait.” He stands too, manages to catch you right as you’re opening his door. He gets his hand on your wrist and stills you enough that you turn and face him.

“You – you’re my best friend,” he says, like that explains anything at all, but you only answer him by shaking your head, pulling yourself from his grasp, and leaving.

#tropes and tales #jolapenoaprilshowers #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #top gun maverick

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gogolstoelicker · 2 days ago

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Hii saw ur shenhe! reader fic and really liked how its written is it ok to do a igninihyde + diasomnia with raiden ei like reader? 🥹

Ignihyde + Diasomnia with Raiden Ei!MC

a/n: random but i dont have any motivation to play genshin until i saw albedo came back😍🙏 also i lowk forgot how i used to write these

Due to your dedication to eternity, you're wary to the idea of a change. However, you show curiosity rather than disdain when it comes to new things.

Having lost many of your of your loved ones over the centuries, you're driven by a fear of further lost. Even when you locked yourself in Plane of Euthymia, you could not truly escape loneliness.

Idia:

who told this clown to overblot w all those high tech stuff💀⁉️ cause one zap of lightning n hes out like a light

"game... set..." "🌩⛈️⚡️⛈️🌩"

u didnt even let him finish n the entire thing blue screens😔

honestly he cant even get mad at u. its fair, who even waits for their enemies to finish talking before they strike anyway??

thats how he ended up w bandages but thankfully they have all the latest technologies to cure him fast

he found it kinda funny how little you know about technologies

u self isolated?? yeah he could tell😂

but since he gave u a tv, he cant let it go to waste just bcs u dont kno how technologies worked

so, unfortunately, he needs to explain everything to u one by one

the only problem is that he underestimated how much a boomer u r

his explanations is fine, u can catch a few things

but when he starts using one of his lil slangs.... hooboy

"ROFL cant believe someone so op is THIS clueless abt basic stuffs" "ruholf???????? ou pee???? what???" "oh geez..."

visuals of ortho, u and idia in that living room

unsurprisingly, he understands how u feel at the loss of ur twin sibling. i mean, he did lose his younger brother

he sympathise w u a lot on that part id say🤔cause like u self isolate after ur sibling's passing?? he pretty much isolate himself after his brother's passing too

so like dont worry bro🙏🙏he might not comfort u (he cant even make eye contact w u without breaking a sweat) but he'll tell u some of his coping mechanisms

Ortho:

hides his snacks from u cause ur ass gobbles down any sweets😔he doesnt want to go buy smth from the vending machines cause u took everything of his

ur supplier

by that, i meant he supplies sweets n desserts for u

it started as him saying sorry for all the bs that happened but then it turns into a lil habit

also hes ur translator if someone like idia or cater starts using one of their youngsters slangs

he gave u the full definition completed w examples whenever u asked🙏one of these days u might even start using the slangs!!

omg meemaw tryna be hip😢dont hurt em now!!

"whats cooking ortho? i hope youre not having a skibidi day😊" "oh geez😨" man they rlly r brothers😔

he tries to fight off the cringe whenever u start trying out the slangs but never tried to stop u

go uh... you!!😔dont mind the fact that hes cancelling noises rn....

idk if he needs to charge but in case he does, youre there🙏youre his emergency, portable charger

Malleus:

kind of like a powerbank

honestly hes very sympathetic abt ur loses n why youve pulled away from society + afraid of changes bcs of it

hes one of the dudes actively encouraging you

he invites u to hangouts (w idia) so u could explore the world n see what youve been missing out on

dont worry abt money bro hes here🙏if u want to try that new looking sweet out, just go take it, he'll help u pay for it!!

Lilia:

he was out on his usual late night walks, u were there on ur usual late night meditation

after that it turns into an everyday thingy

time is kinda weird for the both of u since ur both immortal n have lived for a very long time, so malleus sleeps late bcs of it while u dont need to sleep tbh

sometimes u would join him on his walks, sometimes he would join u to meditate

it turns from that to u joining his club meetings from time to time

u guys would wonder around campus to find gargoyles n he would explain them to u while u much on some dango n nodding ur head

u picked up very quickly on the differences between a gargoyle n a grotesque, much to his delight

since u could forge weapons n have tried ur hands in creating things, youre more than happy to join him in his little activity of making a gargoyle

u gave one of that to him for his birthday btw

u swear, the sun was shining much more brightly for the next week after

honestly, he wasnt aware u didnt kno how to cook

so when he saw lilia n u in the kitchen, he thought nothing of it

"maybe mc is trying to stop lilia🤔" oh how wrong he was

victim #1 of eating that thing u called food

after that, he tried to ban the two of u from using the kitchen

n honestly, since the both of u r quite isolated, its like a learning process for the two of u abt the outside world

since its a learning process for the two of u, u guys decided to always invite each other out on little outings to just basically enjoy the changes and familiarise urselves w the world

its the both of ur lil adventure!!😈😈lilia sneaked photos of the two of u btw (he showed it once u guys r back)

also who says u cant strike down a dragon during his overblot?? youve striked down a giant snake before and split islands, this is nothing to u⚡️🤛💪

he dragged u to the kitchen one time cause he thought it would be funny

he excused it as smth smth to help u get used to changes smth smth

"but i dont know how to cook..😥" "fear not!! i shall be your coach!"

cue the both of u burning the kitchen down (and almost the entire school) with ur lil chef hats

it was then presented later to the three usual victims, who r all fighting back tears (grim ran away before yall could make him try💀)

if lilias cooking was bad, then coupled w urs, its horrendous. the worst of the worst. they can even see smth twitching in the food😥n is that a smoke coming out of it in the shape of a skull????😨

the both of u looked kinda proud so no one was able to say anything (sacrifices were made) (n its in the form of the diasomnia's toilet)

u r both old old, so u got along pretty well despite the personality differences

any of the three sat w u guys n here goes peepaws w their "back in my days..." stories

in a way, u guys could understand each other a lot

he lost his friends, u lost ur friends. he witnessed the horrors of war, u witnessed the horrors of war

so like, u guys could understand n comfort each other better than anyone else🤔

he understands its hard to accept the loss you've faced, n he fully encourages u to get out of ur shell more now that youre trying to face n accept changes

he would even pull u to the light music club so u could try little things n maybe expand ur interests

speaking of, he tried to make u some dango after u mentioned in passing how much u liked it

Silver:

do NOT consume it or u might actually have to replace ur teeth💀🙏 his food comes w special effects

u?? barely noticed him

he would be asleep in random places n u would just step aside n continue walking to ur destination without a second thought

if he looked injured u wouldve stopped but he looked so peaceful so u just 🤷‍♀️ n walked off

sometimes when u wanted to have some alone time, he would be there in the forest or batony garden or whatever

honestly hes very peaceful to be around so u dont rlly mind his presence much

n honestly u enjoyed the animals that would surround him

u would absentmindedly pet them as u much away

whenever he saw lilia drag u into the kitchen again, alarms starts blaring in his head

like "is that... FATHER N MC?? IN THE KITCHEN??🚨🚨🚨"

hes convincer #1 in trying to get u guys to GET OUT n leave those kitchen equipments alone

"guys we're all not hungry do not worry. pls put the pans down. put the chicken down too. no NO"

he doesnt even know how lilia roped u into this

cause u used to be like "i cant cook😢" and now youre all like "maybe i can cook🤔(no)"

he very much invited u to join him n sebek to train together

youre strong as hell n he would like to improve himself in any way he can to be a better knight

he very much understands why u turned the way u r after ur loses and tries to give u words of encouragement

kinda uses the training together as an excuse to have u go out more n interact w people

Sebek:

youre thunder, hes thunder HELP.

his unique magic wont work w u around. literally one word n his magic is gone since you quite literally control every single thunder there is

his face when u striked malleus down😔

like he wants to stop u cause hey!! thats his lord but at the same time like hm🤔malleus does need help atm

hes VERY conflicted abt it n it is why hes just making faces n letting u do whatever

honestly youre pretty much his 2nd mentor by now😭

like youre so strong, u can control lightning at will n u defended ur nation before?? yeah youre helping him w training

he tries to spar w u from time to time so he can see the areas he needs improvements in

also victim #3 as ur n lilias food testers

he almost passed out btw pls feel sorry for him

he wouldve said smth but like 😭he respects lilia so much, n youve very much earned his respect too so he cant just?? say the food is ass when yall prepared it

so he just swallows it down while making faces LMFOAOAOAOA

"y yes... this is... very good!!" he says, trying his hardest not to hurl

he then absolutely destroyed the toilet after

also he tries to limit ur sweet intakes

"isnt this ur 10th dango?? n its just morning!!" "but desserts!!🥺" "NO BUTS"

starts a lecture abt how youll ruin ur teeth n upset ur stomach

u w ur replacing teeth argument

he was MORTIFIED btw. never speak of those words to him ever again

hes kinda awkward when u told him abt ur past n allat n how youre pretty much trying to change after u realised how much ur actions impacted ppl

very loud abt his encouragement but also isnt sure if he had said the right thing to u LMFOAOAOA

"BUT U TRIED UR VERY BEST TO CHANGE !! N U ONLY DID WHAT U DID CAUSE U CARE!! YOURE VERY STRONG N AMAZING!!"

^his word ECHOES btw thats how loud he was

he means well dw</3

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #ignihyde

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bwobgames · 2 days ago

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“Woah… a real ghost…”

“You seem well educated, why are you scared of ghosts? Or even believe in them?”

“Well, its hard not to! Everyone says they are real and scary!”

“Also, ugh, I was forced to tell you sorry for being ‘creepy’ or whatever. I’m not creepy though!”

“It’s normal for girls to look at other girls and appreciate how attractive they are!”

“It’s true, I was the same at your age. Comes in every girl’s life”

She ignores the fact that she is married to a woman.

“But at the end you end up with a guy regardless, yeah?”

“…Maybe”

“I’ll have to end up with Fede, which is kinda gross but I’ll get over it probably”

“Wh- What do you mean you ‘have’ to? Is someone forcing you to marry him?”

“No, no, it’s not like, planned or anything, it’s just…”

“We know each other for a long time, and our parents know each other for a long time and are good friends and they love to say we’re like a couple and plan stuff for when 'our families become one' and …”

“I’m not like, being forced to marry him or anything but like. Seems like things are heading that way”

“It wouldn’t be awful really, he’s my friend so we already get along, And! I get to stay at home all day while he fucks around in his dad’s business! I’ll be set for life!”

“And then what”

“Huh?”

“Once you achieve the life of your dreams, the perfect life”

“What comes next?”

“Uh. Kids?”

“Would that make it better?”

“Well, I wouldn’t get bored with kids…”

“And you’ll be happy with that?”

“Of course! It’s the dream! Everyone wants that!”

She’s right, of course. Anyone would want that life.

The correct life.

The one she’s been following, set for her, sacrificed for her.

Her parents might’ve been strict, but they taught her well, she will never fault her for doing what they thought would make her happy.

(But did they ever really do it for me?)

They taught her to take shortcuts, to cut all possible loses, to cut the floor beneath another person if necessary, to lie, to cheat.

To live with the sacrifices of others.

To love numbers, to live numbers, to see people as numbers.

To recognize the opportunity of a lifetime when it’s presented to her.

She could always recognize people like her by the way they smile.

Too perfect, too controlled. Too aware of their teeth.

Unlike her uncle’s smile. Yellow and crooked. Unbothered.

She was not unhappy, by all means she cannot say she was miserable.

Having high quality health care at her hand is more than most of the population could ever wish for. Not having to worry to survive until the next pay is a relief as well.

She is with her best friend, working together, being successful.

She has reached the top.

But she’s hungry.

She can differentiate right from wrong, she has let her family into an idyllic state of never worrying about money again. She is what everyone desires.

So there must be something deeply wrong when she’s still hungry

A hunger that is only satiated when she brushes her own hair. When she chooses her own clothes. When she’s in charge of decisions. When she can stand her ground in an argument.

A hunger that only grows with every stolen glance, with small touches, with an unbothered smile, an understanding voice.

Something that beckons to her to run away, to forget everything and start anew, to call her uncle and finally have that camping trip he offered. To say No to the ring.

But she can’t.

Because it’s not right.

It’s not what’s supposed to happen. It’s not what’s supposed to make her happy. It’s what she was taught. It’s what made her who she is.

It’s what everyone says.

And they’re all full of shit.

“I don’t think you’d be wrong to share the rest of your life with your friend, as long as you keep things as they are”

“Forcing yourself to a role you didn’t ask for is… detrimental in the long run”

“You’re young, surely someone as tenacious as you won’t bend down to the whims of some old rich guys, yeah?”

“Huh…?”

“You’ll get it when you’re older. I know you got a heart in there somewhere”

“I know it wants more than what they can offer.”

“Oh, it’s dinner time. Let’s go. It’s rude to keep people waiting”

“Wuh, uh ah, yes!”

Sometimes she really wishes things were different.

That she didn’t make so many mistakes.

That she noticed the lie sooner.

She grieves her youth.

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Every Breath You Take

Chapter Six- Good Vibrations

Summary: A prepper restores your little group's faith in humanity, and you and Tommy decide to spend your evening celebrating in bed together.

Warnings for this part: Canon typical violence, themes, language, gore, and horror. Smut 18+, use of a sex toy, p in v, oralF!receiving ,riding Tommy Miller like a horse (as nature intended, ofc). Check the Series Masterlist for expanded warnings.

Word Count 3.6K

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April 2005, Allensville, Pennsylvania

Robin Williams once said, “Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'". And sure, there wasn’t much to celebrate these days, but right now you felt like you were on top of the world. With the snow gone, your little group had set out to canvas some of the other homes that were within a few-mile radius. An unassuming, puke green home was the last one for the day, you were all tired, and the baby was getting restless in his sling, a scarf that Lara held him with. You’re pretty sure all the kid wants is to be held, since he hasn’t cried once since she put him in there this morning.

Joel pried the front door open with a crowbar, and you expected to see what you’d been seeing: an abandoned home, a few odd cans of food, and dusty clothes. Instead, you’re met with a gold mine.

A prepper. A fucking prepper lived in this home.

You could cry right now, break down, and never get up as you held a can of Campbell’s tomato soup in your hands. Even Joel looks surprised as he takes in the abundance of things. Perfectly organized in different bins and labeled bags, you swore you were seeing things.

Tommy lets out a low whistle, his hands running over a huge box of ammunition, “How the hell are we gonna carry all this back?”

“We’ll figure it out.” You hum, walking over to where he stands, handing him a jar of peanut butter, “How long has it been since you had a spoonful of peanut butter?”

A chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his dark facial hair tickling your face as he pulls away, “Too damn long.”

Joel approaches the two of you, Tommy’s hands loosening from where they wrap around your waist to take the box Joel holds out.

Trojan Ultra Thins Value Pack! 36 Count!

Your face goes hot in embarrassment as Tommy chokes on his spit, taking the box and quietly thanking Joel.

“There’s a whole box of ‘em, can’t have any more babies running around,” Joel mumbles before walking off to survey the many bins of canned foods you now have.

Tommy turns to you, a sly look on his face, “Guess we better start working our way through these, huh, hot stuff.”

For added measure, he wiggles his eyebrows, shaking the box in front of you as you roll your eyes.

“You’re disgusting.”

A loud gasp from Lara has all of you turning to look at the girl. She’s staring into a duffle bag, her hands shaking as she pulls a container out. As usual, she’s wordless, but she does do you all the courtesy of turning the can towards you, Similac Baby Formula.

“I could kiss the fucker who hoarded all this to himself.” Tommy declares, a smile on his face, as Lara shows the baby the many cans of food.

“You’re a really strange guy..” You poke his side

“Yeah, I am.” He proudly accepts your tease, poking you right back.

Joel claps his brother on the back, a loud smack resounding through the room, “Quit flirtin' with your girl, there’s a car parked out back, let’s go see if we can get it running.”

Joel and Tommy disappear into the backyard, where a shed and hopefully a working car await them. You cross the room to Lara, who is trying to pick through the baby stuff, her boy letting out little grunts of discontent.

“I can hold the baby while you look.” You offer.

Lara had begun letting you hold her child recently. You could tell she was still hesitant to really give him her all, instead letting you take care of the nurturing while she simply fed and changed him when he needed it.

The baby, who still has no name, kicks his feet happily when you pull him from the sling after Lara nods to you. You sit on the floor with him, balancing him on your knee as he looks at his mother with big blue eyes.

“You’ve got a buffet now.” You say to him, “All you can eat. There’s like at least forty cans of formula up there for you.”

The baby blinks back at you, a gurgle leaving his lips as drool falls down onto the floor below him. Your eyes scan his appearance, he’d gotten chubbier in the past weeks, Lara having a steady diet of half your food meant more breastmilk. Now, his once loose onesie was looking a bit snug as he sat on your lap, staring at you and his mother.

“Hey, I’m gonna go upstairs to see if there's something new for him to wear.” You say, perhaps this nameless prepper had also snagged some baby clothes.

Lara waves you off, motioning for you to leave the kid on the floor. You hesitate for a second, technically you know he shouldn’t be left alone, afterall she isn’t going to watch him. But, he also couldn’t even crawl yet, he’d only accomplished sitting up recently.

So, you left him on the carpet handing him a still closed bag of fruit to marvel over, its shiny packaging should have him enamored for at least twenty minutes.

Upstairs is pretty boring, empty of things, it’s a simple two bedroom home, one of which was pretty much empty except for a box filled with old tax documents and a busted lamp. The furnished bedroom has a small full bed pushed up against one wall, a dilapidated nightstand beside it, holding a bottle of lotion and box of tissues. Gross. Guess whoever lived here was a dude.

Clothing apparently wasn’t a top priority for this man, simple jeans and shirts lined his closet, a couple of sweatshirts and a big winter coat were shoved in the way back. The dresser drawers are pretty much the same deal, socks, underwear and a few pairs of well loved sweatpants. One t-shirt says “Best Dad Ever!” its faded and nearly falling apart A hazy memory of Joel wearing something like this came to mind, a fathers day many years ago, you had taken Sarah to the mall and both of you bought one for your dads, convincing them to wear them out at the same time had been a whole ordeal.

You return the old shirt to its place in the drawer, something else catching your eye. A polaroid camera sits on a bookshelf, beside it a dusty picture of a woman, her long hair a tangled mess of dark curls. She smiles at you, her eyes crinkling as she lounges on the beach. You pick up the polaroid, the film counter reading that it still had four photos left.

The loud sound of a thump has you rushing back down the steps, ducking your head through the camera so it dangles off your neck. Back in the living room, you find Lara, standing over a knocked-over box of old magazines, her eyes fixed on something at her feet. The baby remains where you left him, his hands slapping the bag of fruit like it’ll open for him like that.

You walk over to Lara, and at her feet is a fitness magazine, a young man poses, his arms confidently crossed, showing off tanned biceps as he smiles, his teeth an unnatural white.

10 ways to lose that gut! Mike Leeds shares his secrets!

“You uh okay?” You ask her softly, the man’s sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes suspiciously match the baby’s, who sits a few feet from you.

Lara moves fast, faster than you’ve ever seen her move, even that day she jumped Tommy, she didn’t move this quickly. Grabbing Mike Leed’s magazine, you watch as she rips the cover off, proceeding to shred the entire thing into a thousand pieces at her feet, her chest heaving as she does.

Fat tears begin falling down her freckled face as you watch with concern. You stare at the destroyed magazine for a moment then look back at her. Lara’s arms wrap around herself, and quiet sobs leave her lips as she stands there, her chest rising and falling abnormally. Before you can even think about it, you pull her into you, her wavy red hair tickling your nose as you hug her, her head resting on your shoulder.

“Shhhh.” You soothe, “You’re alright. You’re safe…”

You run a hand up and down her back, holding her tight as she cries. The baby stares up at the two of you, the bag of fruit still in his hands.

The sound of the backdoor has you looking away from Lara for a moment, she’s still wrapped in your arms when Tommy enters.

“Hey, Joel got the…What happened? Why’re we huggin’?”

You wave him away, pointing at the door. Your boyfriend spins on his heel, a sigh escaping his lips as he goes. Lara pulls away from you after she hears the back door swing shut again, wiping at her red eyes as she bends down to pick the baby back up. She moves to grab the bag of formula cans, her hand brushing yours as she moves.

“Hey, you ever wanna talk about it, let me know, okay?” You prompt wishing she’d make eye contact. All you get is a soft grunt from her as she walks off, the baby humming as he stares at you from over her shoulder.

It takes the rest of the day to get everything from the puke green home to your little blue one that’s only four miles away. Joel and Tommy do a lot of the heavy lifting, loading shit up in wheelbarrows and tossing it into the Toyota 4Runner they had resurrected. Some of the most exciting things consisted of more batteries, about a million packs of toilet paper, the formula, and of course the seemingly endless canned goods and bags of rice. Oh, and the seven boxes of condoms, that was cool too. By the end of the day the kitchen and attic of your home looked just like the preppers did, although you were actually going to get some use out of it all.

“What do you think happened to the guy who owned all this shit?” You ask as the four of you slurp up cans of beef ravioli from your new favorite man, Chef Boyardee.

“Ah well…” Tommy scratches his head, staring at Joel who shrugs in return from his spot across the room in the wooden rocking chair.

“What?” You ask cluelessly, knocking your knee against Tommy’s as the two of you sit on the sofa together

Lara spins around, she’s sitting at the kitchen table, her notebook in hand, baby at her feet, a bottle in his hands, the nipple stuffed in his mouth. Her spindly hand writing stands out against the paper.

Tell us

“He was layin’ out in the shed, all decomposed and shit,” Tommy says

“What, like he killed himself?” You ask

“Nah, we think he slipped and fell. There’s this big stack of cinder blocks out there, he was layin’ next to one that was all bloody. Probably tripped on his untied shoelaces.” Joel chimes in before Tommy can speak again.

“Oh.” You say, thinking of the best dad ever shirt and the dusty photo of the woman on his bookshelf. You’re a bit sad for this stranger, tripping and bashing his head open, no one in his home to rush to his side to save him.

After dinner, Tommy helps Joel unload the last car full of stuff from the man’s home. Arguably, this might be the most important of them all, the weapons. There’s a decent pile of about 10 new guns in your house now, plus seven big boxes of ammunition to go with them. Joel says it should last well over two years of hunting, as long as no big groups of people or infected find you out here.

That night, you lay in bed, safely tucked away from the world and stomach full, your eyes should flutter shut. Instead, you squirm around on the mattress, Tommy’s figure beside you, his light snores filling the room as you try to sleep.

You turn on your side, pulling open the drawer of your nightstand. A few months ago, when you’d gotten settled here, you tossed a few miscellaneous items into the drawer, not really bothering with them until now. Over a year ago, you’d found a still packaged vibrator in the drawer of a home you, Tommy, and Joel had stopped in. Of course, you didn’t have any batteries for the damn thing so it sat forgotten at the bottom of your backpack. Now, thanks to the nameless prepper, there was an overabundance of triple-A’s, enough that you’d been able to sneak two of them into your pocket without Joel taking note earlier.

A soft hum filled your ears as you clicked the toy on, softly sighing as it met the delicate flesh between your legs. You press the button again and a noise leaves your lips, your hips canting up towards the soft silicone as you rub your clit. You’d always had a hard time getting off yourself, your fingers never hitting the right spots to get it done.

Since you’d gotten together with Tommy, self pleasure hadn’t been necessarily needed. You’d probably been overactive while living at the cabin but recently not so much. The past few weeks had been spent busy trying to survive, rationing and trying to catch licks of sleep when the baby wasn’t crying. This left you with very few moments for lust would take over, resulting in the lack of lying next to him, breathless and sweaty, between damp sheets.

To put it bluntly, you were needy. You missed the regular feeling of Tommy in you, pleasing you til’ the sun came up some days. You bring your spare hand up your shirt, gently tweaking your nipples as another quiet whimper escapes your lips when you bump the toy’s settings to go higher. Fuck, you were close, you were so damn sensitive just a little bit more…

“What the fuckr’ you doin?”

“Nothing!” You gasp, regretfully ripping the toy away from your body, clicking it twice to turn it off

Tommy shifts a click being heard before light floods the room from the lantern he kept on his own nightstand. A squeal leaves your lips when he pulls the covers partly off you, staring between your legs at the discarded toy, a harsh, bright pink that stands out from the light green sheets that were on your bed.

Tommy reaches between you, careful not to touch your aching center as he picks up your contraband, rolling the small bullet vibe between his fingers as he stares at it in the light.

“This is why you took those batteries? To power up a sex toy?”

You squirm guiltily on the soft mattress, perhaps you hadn’t been as discreet as you thought you were, “No…”

Tommy’s brows shoot up at your blatant lie, an amused smile working its way across his face. “Yeah, alright.”

“Quit embarrassing me, go back to bed so I can finish.” You say, plucking the toy from his big hands.

A quiet chuckle escapes Tommy’s lips as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, “Nah, think I’ll stay awake. Besides, clearly I’ve been neglecting my girl if you’re stealing precious batteries.”

“But aren’t you tired? You helped unload all those boxes of supplies today.” You softly say

Tommy slots himself between your thighs, pushing your shirt up so your navel is exposed, he presses kisses to the skin, slowly leading down to where you want him the most, “Never too tired for you, darlin’.”

He leans back down, a trail of kisses pressed to your skin as he finishes his path with a kiss to the bundle of nerves between your legs, already raw and sensitive from earlier.

“Quit teasing me.” You mumble, hands fisted in the sheets

“Yeah, yeah, needy girl.” Tommy waves you off, his hand reaching for the toy that lays in the sheets, “It seems like I have some competition, wanna tell me who’s better?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, men and their egos, “Well, the toy doesn’t talk back, so…”

“Oh, so it’s like that?” Tommy asks

“It’s like that.” You confirm arrogantly

“We’ll see about that then…”

Twenty minutes later, you’re strung out, your bottom lip is probably bleeding from how roughly you’re biting down on it. Tommy has a big hand splayed across your middle, you wrap your own hand around it, squeezing tightly. He’s been alternating between his tongue and the bullet vibe, always switching off when you were close, laughing into your cunt whenever you’d quietly whine in protest.

“Let me cum…” You tiredly mumble

Tommy pulls away from you, a nip of his teeth have you yelping when they brush your soft folds.

“Think you deserve it?”

“Yes.” You huff

“Dunno…you seemed pretty eager to get off on a piece of rubber. Why don’t you try asking nicely?” He asks, a thumb gently running across your thigh.

This fucking guy. You were so going to kill him when this was over. You tug on Tommy’s arm, feigning a pout as you pull him up towards your face, his dark eyes roaming yours as he moves for you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks concerned

Before he can ask you again, you catch him off guard, flipping the two of you around so his back is on the mattress. A grunt leaves his lips as you clamor on top of him, determined to get your release. Pushing his underwear down, you sigh loudly when the warm skin of his cock touches your soaked hole.

“Fuck, wait, wait!” Tommy groans

You freeze, worried you’d overstepped and that he wanted to stop, “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’ll get off you.”

One of his hands flies to your hips, keeping you above him, “Just needed to grab one of these.”

You glance down to where a small silver square sits in his hand, a condom from the box Joel had shoved into his arms earlier today. Tommy rolls it on with practiced motions as you watch.

“Condom number one is officially in use.” He declares proudly

“You’re fucking weird.” You comment

“You lov-ahh fuck…”

Tommy’s mouth snaps shut as you sink down on him for the first time in two and a half weeks. His name falls from your lips as you desperately try to keep quiet, your hips immediately beginning to rise and fall while he grunts below you. You’re utterly wrecked as you roughly roll your hips down into his, reveling in the friction from his pubes on your clit. Tommy’s whispered, frantic voice fills your ears as slick noises leave where the two of you are connected.

“S-Slow down, M’ not gonna-Fuck!”

You lean down, slamming your lips into Tommy’s as he brushes a sensitive spot inside you, your cunt clenching as it does.

“Mmm you feel so fucking good.” You mumble into his lips, drunk on him

Straightening back up, you continue your movements, tasting blood as you bite down on your bottom lip when Tommy’s hands run up your body and under your shirt to your soft chest.

Tommy’s back raises slightly from the bed, his hands falling to your hips, slowing your motions down exponentially, a quiet whine leaving your lips.

“Not, fuck, gonna last like this, you’re killin’ me here.”

Your hands land on his still clothed torso, nails biting through the fabric as he winces. You gently push him back down, no real malice behind it, if he wanted to he could toss you off him at any second.

A chuckle leaves his lips as you stare down at him, silently pleading for him to just stay put.

“Alright, you win.” He concedes

Rough hands resume their place on your waist, squeezing as you stifle your moans, wishing that the two of you were alone in this damn house.

“Good fucking girl,” He groans, knowing how you love it when he says that. Tommy’s hand falls off you, searching the bed sheets for something.

Your lust riddled brain barely registers as he finds the vibrator, you only react when he places it on your needy clit. Your mouth opens to scream just as Tommy places his hand across your mouth, sitting up as he muffles the cry.

“Fuck, Fuck..Cum for me.” He mutters into your neck, sucking at the soft skin there

A muffled moan escapes his hand as you stare at him, too fucked out to really speak.

“C’mon darlin’, use me, let me feel it.”

Three more rolls of your hips and then you’re gone, shaking above him as the toy’s soft hum fills the room. Tommy grunts below you, spilling into the condom as he brings his lips to yours, his hips jerking with erratic movements.

Tommy rests his head in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

“You almost killed me, girl.” He smiles dopily up at you as you press a kiss to his damp forehead, “Damn near lost my mind with you on top like that.”

“Mmm, good.” You giggle, his nose brushing your chin

Tommy wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you come down, sweaty skin sticking to your t-shirts. You’ll have to boil water for a bath tomorrow, perhaps he’ll even join you if you beg hard enough.

“Remind me to never neglect you in the bedroom again.” Tommy says

A laugh escapes your lips, kissing him as you lean into his touch.

“Seriously, I think you just stole a piece of my soul back there. It’s probably trapped in the condom or something.”

You laugh, climbing out of his lap, falling into the messy sheets, pulling the covers up your body, “You’re so fucking weird, Tommy.”

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wcnderlnds · 19 hours ago

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to the moon [2] | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: bumping into seunghyun unexpectedly yet again leads to a night under the stars. ・❥・word count: 1.5k ・❥・warnings: none ・❥・ authors note: this kinda sucks and i didn’t proofread bc im tired but hopefully you enjoy 😭 im sorry part two took so long.

PART ONE

Why aren’t astronauts hungry when they get to space? They had a big launch.

The flash of your screen lighting up caught your attention, making you pause the words you were typing up on your computer. An almost giddy feeling filled you, knowing immediately who the text was from. Work could wait; this was more important. You slid your finger across the screen to unlock your phone, grinning like a cheshire cat when you read the text. The giggle that burst from your lips should’ve been embarrassing but you didn’t care. You loved corny jokes – you’d especially come to love corny space jokes from Seunghyun.

It had only been a week since you had met him in the bar but he had made sure to text you every single day. It had first started out with just one or two texts but it got to the middle of the week and you found yourselves texting each other almost all day long. He’d tell you some space facts, some corny jokes and tell you what was going on with his space mission. He always seemed so passionate about it. The way he talked about stars and space was so endearing.

Quickly, your fingers tapped along the screen typing up a reply. Knowing Seunghyun, if he wasn’t busy, he’d reply straight away. You’d done enough work for the day – it was mostly catching up with assignments you’d set yourself. Being an author meant that you could at least pick and choose when you worked. As long as you met your publisher’s deadline then you were fine.

Shutting your laptop, you leaned back on the couch, stretching your arms above your head. You could really go for some chocolate ice cream right now. But, you remembered that you’d ran out last week when you had a breakdown over your latest novel, deciding to stuff your face with ice cream to eat away your feelings.

It seemed like a visit to the grocery store was in order.

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Being at the grocery store at 9pm on an evening felt weird. The aisles were mostly empty, only a few cashiers on the registers eagerly waiting for their shifts to end. The buzz of the refrigerators filled your ears as you walked down the frozen food aisle. There were only a couple of other people in the store. Most of them probably needing some last minute items like you or on their way to get their drinks for the weekend. It was a Friday night after all.

Reaching the freezer where your favourite ice cream was, you pulled it up but just as you were about to grab a tub – the last one, actually – another hot shot out too, brushing against yours to grab it.

“Hey,” you huffed. With blazing eyes you turned to give the person a telling off before you saw who it was. “Seunghyun?”

“Y/N?” His face lit up instantly. “Fan of the chocolate ice cream, too, huh?”

“Yep and I’m sorry but this is mine.”

“Says who? We both grabbed it at the same time.”

“Yeah, but I opened the freezer door so by default, I was first.”

“That's how it works?” His lips turned up in a smirk, both your hands still holding the tub.

“Yeah, so, let go of it,” you tried to sound stern but it wasn’t hard to notice the small giggle you were holding back.

“Alright, you little ice cream goblin, how about we share?” Seunghyun suggested. “We can go outside right now and dig in. Only catch is you have to hang out with me to do it.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive?” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. Truth was, you were elated to spend time with him. Through all the days you’d been texting, you’d wanted to ask him if he wanted to hang out but could never get the guts to do it. He was busy, you hadn’t wanted to interrupt that but by the way he was smiling, fingers twitching against yours, he seemed just as eager.

“You’re a brat,” he laughed. Before you could even react, he snatched the ice cream from you, running to the cashier with you chasing after him.

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Before you had met Seunghyun, you hadn’t appreciated just how beautiful the stars were but now as you sat here on the hood of your car with him beside you sharing the chocolate ice cream he’d bought, you couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty. They way they dazzled in the night sky, how some seemed to shine brighter than others. You’d have to ask the space nerd why that happened. Space had never interested you before but now you found your thoughts constantly drifting to wonder what actually went on in the universe. What other secrets did the stars hold?

You dug the plastic spoon into the half eaten tub of ice cream, savouring the flavour as you put it into your mouth. Seunghyun beside you had momentarily gone quiet after a rant about Star Trek. The second you had told him you’d never watched it, he launched into telling you all the lore. You had just sat there, listening, nodding when needed. Seeing his little face light up as he spoke about these characters made your heart beat a little faster. That all too familiar feeling of butterflies threatening to come to life in the pit of your stomach.

“So, I have to admit something,” you said once you’d swallowed down the ice cream. “I googled you.”

Seunghyun stiffened. “What? Why?”

“I saw an article about the DearMoon project and it said you were a Korean celebrity which you never told me by the way so… I got curious,” you glanced sideways at him, noticing how he had visibly tensed, his hand clutching at the spoon in his hand.

“Oh.” That was all he said. The way he refused to look at you made your heart ache. In Seunghyun’s mind, he thought now that you knew who he was and his past, you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. His mind was his biggest enemy, always telling him he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t be further from the truth.

Carefully, as if you were approaching a scared animal, you placed your hand on top of his that was resting on the hood. Your voice was soft as you spoke. “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. Your past is your past and, from what I saw, you were treated incredibly unfairly anyway. I don’t care about any of it. To me, you’re that nerd from the bar who texts me awful space jokes everyday.”

Seunghyun let out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. His body relaxing at your soothing words. Well, almost. Maybe he was panicking inside a little bit at the fact your were basically holding his hand but that was a problem for future Seunghyun to deal with. “Thank you.”

“Now, show me another one of those constellations,” you smiled at him, giving his hand a soft squeeze but not letting go. Not just yet. The contact was nice. You leaned back against the window of your car, Seunghyun following suit. He raised his free hand, finger pointing out one of the constellations.

“See those three star in a row? That’s Orion’s belt,” his eyes gazed up at the night sky to admire the beauty of the stars. It was calming. Especially being here with you.

“Oh yeah, I see it,” you said, raising your own hand to trace the stars with your own finger. “That’s pretty cool.”

The ice cream had been forgotten about as Seunghyun pointed out another constellation, telling you all about it. You listened intently, hands still joined. It wasn’t until his phone started buzzing that both of you were brought out of your stargazing haze. He frowned as he looked at the text telling him they needed him at the training complex. With a heavy sigh, he jumped off the hood, holding his hand out to help you down.

“I gotta go.”

“I know.”

The silence settled between you. It was evident to anyone that neither of you wanted to leave each other. Seunghyun was stalling, trying to soak up as much time with you as he could. You were about to open your mouth to speak when he beat you to it. “Hey, a couple of us are going to check out that fair in town so… if you want to come… with me, that’d be cool.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You rushed the words out. It should’ve been embarrassing how eager you sounded but the radiant smile on Seunghyun’s made it impossible to.

“Cool, cool. Meet you there at 7 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Seunghyun said his goodbye and left you alone with your thoughts. At first his had just been a friendship but now, you could see the small fragments of something else seeping through the cracks. It was just a matter if you wanted to lose yourself in those feelings or keep it strictly friendly.

Regardless, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Seunghyun again tomorrow. Maybe you’d have to come prepared with some corny space jokes of your own just for him.

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Oh I just read that headcanon about Azul and we all know that she has a hard time adjusting to having responsible and caring adults around her, so it's very emotional, learning how to be loved and all that.

But I wonder if she ever has a hard time adjusting to having someone actually parenting her? Like maybe silly stuff at the beginning, like...olga telling her that she can't pull an all-nighter and azul is like??? No one ever told me what i should and shouldn't do?

So she's like a bit resistant to that too, and estrella is like "oh she talking back to olga?!" And alexia is like "yep, wanna go get something to eat before it gets ugly?"

omg yes 😭

estrella’s laid out on the couch, half-watching some terrible netflix reality show when it starts.

azulita, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open, has been working on an assignment for hours. she’s cranky, earbuds in, tapping her pencil against the table like it personally offended her.

olga’s standing nearby, arms crossed, binder still in hand (because of course she made a school binder too, she’s insane like that), and she says, real calm, “azul, it’s midnight. time to close it and go to bed.”

estrella peeks over the couch back just in time to see azul’s head snap up.

“i’m not done,” azulita says, like it’s obvious.

olga doesn’t budge. “you’ll finish it tomorrow after school. you need sleep.”

“i have to finish it,” azulita insists, stubborn. you can see it in her eyes, the twitchy little panic.

olga, still calm but firm, says, “you don’t have to do anything at the expense of your health. close it. bed.”

and azulita. god bless her. she talks back.

“you’re not my—” she starts, loud, defensive, halfway standing up.

estrella sits straight up, eyes wide. “oh she talking back to olga?!”

from behind her, ale’s voice drifts in like a casual breeze. “yep,” she says, like this is a national geographic documentary. “wanna go get something to eat before it gets ugly?”

estrella whips her head around. ale’s already heading toward the door like she’s clocking out of work. you scramble after her because you’ve seen olga mad before and you’d rather not be collateral damage.

meanwhile, azulita’s still frozen, realizing mid-sentence who she’s talking to. olga’s eyebrows are up, binder tucked against her chest like a shield, and she says, very quietly, very seriously, “finish that sentence.

and azulita, to her credit, does not. she clamps her mouth shut, cheeks turning bright red. her whole body looks stiff, like she wants to run but also cry but also yell.

olga softens a little, stepping closer, lowering her voice. “i know you’re used to nobody caring. but i care. we care. and when i say you need to sleep, it’s because you matter. not because i’m trying to control you. okay?”

azulita blinks really fast, nods once. the fight drains right out of her. she closes her laptop without another word.

estrella and ale peek around the corner, watching it all unfold like spies.

“she’s good,” ale murmurs, impressed.

“yeah,” estrella saya, stuffing a cookie into your mouth. “she’s scary but like…in a loving way.”

they hear azulita mumble an apology and olga ruffles her hair, ushering her toward the stairs like nothing happened. like being cared for and set limits is the most normal thing in the world.

ale bumps estrella’s shoulder as she passes her. “you’re next,” she teases.

she scowl, mouth full of crumbs. “i don’t even do anything!”

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justagirlswrld · 2 days ago

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Dirty movies

a/n: i don’t watch porn fr but i had a idea. feed back welcomed.

summary: sam promised to get dean your autograph but that didn’t mean fuck you first!

warnings: porn w plot, very inaccurate portrayal of porn sets but for the sake of story☝🏽, 69, real porn titles, i didn’t feel like coming up w originals, protected p in v.

“So, let me get this straight-”, Dean stops cleaning his pistol, opting to lay it on the wobbly motel table, the chrome glinting in the morning sun that peaked from between the hotel curtains. Dean turns toward his brother to make sure he can hear him clearly, “You’re going to the Sunset Studios and you want me to sit here lookin’ like a dumbass?” Sam smirks, shrugging on his jacket before grabbing a small iron knife and putting it in the inside pocket, “Yeah, pretty much.”

This earns a dramatic groan from Dean as he gets up from the rickety, motel chair, following behind Sam as he makes his rounds across the room, watching him stuff items he may need wherever they can fit.

“No way, I’m sitting in this crap room while you step foot on the set of where Night of the Giving Head was filmed.” Dean does nothing to hide the whimsy in his voice as disgust takes over Sam’s features, “Dean, the FBI is after you. Unless you want to sit in a cell all day instead of a hotel room, I suggest you don’t leave.” Sam says, grabbing the Impala keys and making his way to the door.

“Sammy” Dean calls from the bed after flopping on it, grin illuminating his face, “If you see Y/N can you get her autograph?”

When Sam arrives at the Sunrise Studios it’s nicer than he expected (not that he expected much), a small, two story building framed by a handful of palm trees. He watches from the Impala as people bustle in and out the front door, noting that they stop and talk to a secretary through the large glass windows.

Sam plasters a smile on his face as he walks through the automatic doors, the breeze from a fan cools his sweltering skin and he’s greeted by the pleasant smell of citrus. His hazel eyes roam the waiting room on his descent to the front desk, it was also much nicer than he expected.

a woman that looks like she walked off a magazine cover is smiling at him when he approaches, she eyes him from behind oval shaped glasses, taking in his youthful appearance and relaxed clothing.

“Good morning, are you an intern?” Sam doesn’t miss a beat, “Yeah, my name’s Richie Sambora, i’m here to meet with Walton Ortega.” And that want necessarily a lie, Sam did need to meet with Ortega to get more details on the death he’d witnessed, it was essential to the case.

Sam takes in the cluttered state of the secretaries desk, eyes flickering from scattered pens and balled up paper to a framed picture of a pretty girl. The victim. He couldn’t help but connect her face back to the one he saw in the newspaper several hours ago.

The secretaries eyes go wide before she’s out of her seat, “Oh! He’s been waiting on you..,” Her pretty face looks apprehensive and Sam notices the change in emotion. “Are you okay?..” Sam knows he’s pushing it but he can’t help but ask, “You knew Zoe? I went to college with her. I’m sorry for your loss.” Her eyes look from Sam’s then to the picture on her desk. “She was my best friend.” She doesn’t offer more before walking from behind the desk.

“he’s on set, I can take you there.” the click of her pointy heels accompanies Sam as they make their way to the elevator, “I’m sorry to pry but did you get to see Zoe before she died?” Sam asks as she presses the button to call the elevator, he notices her back stiffen as he peers down at her. “…I told you she was my best friend”, she looks up at Sam,“Why?”

The silver doors opens on arrival and Sam follows her inside, “Was she acting weird? like having nightmares or seeing things.” She looks at him in the elevators reflection as she pushes the only number available, the elevator moves quickly to the second floor. “….She said someone was following her, but she was just paranoid.”

When they arrive the secretary ushers Sam to a door at the end of the hall with a manicured hand on his back, she comes to a abrupt stop when they step in front of the door, ruffling his hair before placing a hand on the door to push it open. Sam can’t help but to brace himself, hand going to the inside pocket of his jacket. Too many things that have wanted to kill him have popped out from behind closed doors.

But Sam’s happy (and surprised) to find an elaborately decorated movie set instead of a blood thirsty monster. The small room is set up to look like a young woman’s bed room, down to a king sized bed made up with a frilly, pink comforter and white pillows.

Ortega is in the middle of the set, Sam recognizes him from the apartment footage he’d gotten his hands on yesterday. He’s pacing back and forth in a leather jacket despite the heat with his cell phone pressed to his ear. When he see’s Sam enter he throws his hands up dramatically before clacking the phone shut.

“Finally”, he turns towards the camera crew lounging around before snapping his fingers twice, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The crew moves with urgency as Ortega casually pulls from his cigarette, Sam can’t see his eyes from behind his thick, dark sunglasses but he can feel Ortega’s scrutinizing stare. Sam smiles and goes to introduce himself before Ortega abruptly cuts him off.

“Sorry for the last minute ring but Jason got food poisoning and that is not sexy.” Ortega smiles and clamps a hand on Sam’s broad shoulder, “But you are so this will work.” Sam stutters as his cheeks go rosy, “What? No, I-” Ortega maneuvers a very uncertain Sam to sit on the set’s bed, its surprisingly soft when he sinks onto it.

“I’m just here to talk about the Zoe situation, would we be able to go to your office?” Ortega pushes his shades up then, it causes his short hair to turn into a spiky mess on his head.

“Zoe? My office?” Ortega looks at Sam incredulously, he waves over the brawny security guards lounging in plastic chairs outside the room, “Are you not the intern I ordered?” Ortega fold his arms and Sam sighs internally, looking towards security who was itching for a fight.

“No, I am- its jus-” A voice that reminds Sam of the feeling of velvet against his skin butts in, “O, he’s just nervous. Give him a break.” It was you in all your glory. He hadn’t even noticed you walk in the room.

Sam felt like he was in the presence of a star, which he rightfully was. You had made a name for yourself in the porn industry years ago, now you were something like household name. Not only were you in Dean’s top ten (#2) but you’d also got Sam through some tough times too.

He blushed from his place on the bed, trying to force his mind not to replay the memory of you red faced and moaning while some bald guy held your legs open as he pounded into you, he’d just jerked off to the video yesterday.

He could’nt help but shift his attention away from Ortega to you as you stride into the room like you owned it, a teasing smile on your glossy lips. Sam sucked in a breath as you sat by him on the bed.He couldn’t help but breathe in the smell of your tantalizing perfume, his gaze trailing from your fluffy robe and down to your exposed thighs, before finding their way to your manicured feet. Sam hadn’t realized how much he’d like french tip until he’d seen it on your manicured toes.

“Nervous my ass! You know what you signed up for when you signed the paper work-” Ortega takes a drag of his cigarette, “you’re an intern until we need you and I need you.” You turn your pretty face to look at Sam, you take in his slightly shell shocked expression and his rosie cheeks, “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Your smile is dazzling as you scoot closer to him, your knee knocking against his.

“You don’t even have to show your face but it’s your decision, you can say no right now.” Oscar yells, spooking everybody in the room, causing them to jump slightly, “Don’t tell him that!” He sounds anguished but you just roll your eyes.

“Don’t listen to him.” You gently move some of Sam’s brown hair from his handsome face, his heart pounds as you take in his features,“…But I hope you say yes, I could have some fun with you.”

Sam’s agreeing before he can stop himself.

He’s able to bargain for 10 minutes in the bathroom (and only showing the neck down if needed) with an ecstatic ‘O’, which he’d requested Sam to call him, “O, as in orgasms,which you need to give Y/N a lot of.” He’s said as Sam speed walked out of the set.

He had 3 minutes left and he’s done nothing but grip the cool, sink and stare at his red face in the mirror. It almost felt like too much, the cameras, you and the fact that anybody could see his performance. He couldn’t fuck this up.

When Sam returned it was only you in the set, expensive camcorder in hand as something Sam. couldn’t place twinkled in your eyes. “You’re back, I was getting lonely.” Sam laughs nervously as he sits returns to his place on the bed, his hands run nervously over his jean covered knees. “Relax.” You say softly as you take his large hand in yours. You look into his hazel eyes, they were framed by lashes that almost looked better than yours. He was too handsome for his own good.

“We’re only gonna do some first person stuff.” You pass the camera to him slowly, he takes it like it’s a ticking bomb. You show him how to work it, making sure he can hold it comfortably. “Please think about the best angles or O will lose it.” Sam eyes you before repeating your sentence back to you with a confused tone. You shrug, “Think about what you’d want to see.”

You walk over to the night stand and take some mouth wash from it, tipping it back and swishing before handing it to Sam who does the same. You spit it into a cup before Sam follows. You smile at him enthusiastically, “Okay, so I say we kiss to get you comfortable. Then I taste you, you taste me-” Sam thinks he might’ve died on a botched hunt and went to heaven, “We fuck, we go home. cool?” Your nonchalant attitude calmed most of Sam’s nerves, his shoulders relax and he’s huffing out a ‘yeah.’

You slip off your robe from your place in front of Sam, for a moment he forgets he’s not at a motel and in front of his computer as he takes in your red and matching bra.

He takes his full bottom lip between his white teeth, you laugh and toy with the waist band of your panties when you notice, “You like it?” Sam nods as you seductively walk over to him. You move between Sam’s open legs and place a hand on his broad chest when you kiss him, his reaction is instantaneous as he grabs your plump ass and moans into your mouth.

You can’t help but smile when Sam’s soft lips find the warming skin of your neck, your hands moving from his chest to feel his hard biceps through his long sleeved shirt. “Let’s get you out of this.” Sam doesn’t protest as you pull the shirt over his head, once it’s off you can’t help but to trace the odd tattoo on his chest, you want to ask about its meaning but Sam’s lips are back in yours before the words can leave.

Your slowly trail your hand from his lean arm to his covered crotch, “Turn the camera on.” The whisper against Sam’s ear tickled but his body is moving without having to be told twice.

The sight of you moving onto the bed with your ass on display almost has Sam moaning. You move gracefully to the farthest side of the bed as he watches you through the camcorder screen, you fold your legs and sit on them as you introduce yourself in a heavy voice. When you change your position to open your legs and rub your clothed cunt with your manicured fingers Sam thinks he might drop the camera.

When Sam’s thick fingers replace yours, you let out a slight moan, watching as the digits rub the dampening gusset of your panties. When he pulls it aside and makes contact with your glistening folds, you take your lip between your teeth. Sam licks his lips as he looks at you through the camcorder screen, he angles it away from your face to get a good shot of him sinking two thick fingers into your heat.

Sam switches between watching your face contort with pleasure and your tight cunt squeezing his fingers as he stretches you open. He scoots back from his place on the bed to record your curled toes, “Feel good?” You moan in response at the sound of Sam’s husky voice, also because he brushed over a spot that had your thighs tensing.

Sam can’t resist adding in a third finger, he moans lightly at the sight of your pussy greedily sucking in his fingers. When his calloused thumb finds your clit you cum around his digits with a moan, holding onto his wrist as continues moving his fingers into your spasming cunt. Sam thinks his dick might burst through his jeans as he watches you fall apart, he moves the camera from your face to his fingers continuing his ministrations as he kisses you like a man possessed.

Sam moves the camera back to your flushed face when pulls his fingers from you. “Take my pants off.” The command is breathless and you quirk an eyebrow as you crawl over to him and free his hard cock, first from his jeans then to his precummed stain boxers.

His thick cock is heavy in your hands as you smile at the camera, “So pretty, baby.” You moan before licking his weeping, pink tip. Sam sucks in a breath before moving his hips away from your moist mouth, he really didn’t want to ruin the moment and cum on your face. “Scoot over.” Sam kicks his shoes off before pulling his bottoms off all the way, he gives you the camera as he lays on the bed, taking it from you once he’s comfortable on his back.

“Sit on my face, I wanna taste you.” Sam says as he thinks about your previous words. You happily oblige, sensually seating yourself above Sam’s mouth, he hands you the camera again so he can palm your ass with both hands. The sight of Sam’s messy, brown hair between your thick thighs has you panting.

You can’t help but turn the camera on him, he’s too occupied with devouring your cunt to notice, his eyes closed in concentration. With your thighs tensing around his head you can’t really see his face, just his tongue working fervently to get you off. “Hold on.” Sam reluctantly lets you go before you’re spinning around, now facing his toned stomach and hard cock.

You turn the camera on yourself, making sure to not get Sam as you lean over to Sam’s large cock. You turn the screen to you and you watch yourself lick Sam as he lowers you to his awaiting tongue.

You both groan, the vibrations from Sam and the way his tongue moves against your puffy folds has you gripping the camera a little too tight. Your mind goes blank and you forget you have a cock in your mouth when he starts sucking on your swollen clit.

When you come back to reality, you audibly gobble his length down your throat, angling the camera so it’s slightly above you and you’re looking up through thick lashes. When Sam’s covered in your spit you take him from your mouth and slap him against your tongue. Sam’s breath hitches when you suck on his balls and you watch as his toes point in every direction.

you sit up and move the camera to show you grinding down on Sam’s tongue with a needy moan. “You’re making me feel sooo good, baby.” You turn the camera before you reach down to grip Sam’s slick cock, your hand looks miniature wrapped around his length. “I don’t know if it’ll fit.” You’re embellishing but it was a big dick.

You lift yourself off Sam, making sure to get a shot of your glistening cunt before returning the camera to Sam. He turns the screen towards himself and watches as you walk to the night stand and grab a light purple, foil packet. “Bare skin.” You both laugh as you crawl on the bed and between Sam’s legs, your heavy eyes looking from the camera to watch your hands roll the condom onto Sam’s rock, hard cock.

“Give me and lay down.” You reach for the camcorder as you instruct Sam to lay on his side. Once he’s comfortable he watches as you take a pillow and prop up the camera, sitting in front of him to block his face. You lay beside Sam, your back pressed against his hard chest and he buries his face in your hair, peeking just enough to watch as he hooks a finger into the waist band of your panties, before pulling the skimpy thing off one leg. You place said leg over Sam’s, looking down to make sure the people had a good view, you shudder at the indecent image you see on the screen.

Sam’s angry tip rubs against your tight opening before Sam’s pushing into you, inch by delicious inch. The stretch has the perfect amount of friction and your toes are curling before he’s bottomed out, Sam’s fingers have found their way to your pert nipples as he waits a moment, adjusting to your gummy walls as you squeeze around him. “Fuck- you’re so tight.” You moan when Sam finally moves his hips, he gives a few tentative strokes before he’s spearing himself in and out of your gushing cunt.

His fingers leave your nipple to hold your lips open as he pushes his cock into you, you call out his name when a free finger finds its way to your clit, Sam’s determined as he draws hard circles on the swollen nub.

“S-shit, you’re gonna make me cum.” Your words are barely eligible but Sam wasn’t listening anyway, too pussy drunk off the feel of you squeezing him accompanied by the squelch of your pussy and sweet moans. He stops rubbing you as he pushes your leg up by the thigh, spreading you wide before pounding into you.

Your mouth drops open to form an O, the feel of Sam’s tongue on your throat and warm fingers on your clit has your cunt spasming. You babble out praises as Sam continues thrusting into you as he chases his own release. Sam’s hip stutter and his hand squeezes the fat of your hip, he’s noisy when he cums, moaning loud in your ear as he fills up the condom deep in your cunt.

He pushes into you once more before pulling out with a groan, rolling onto his back with his eyes closed. He listens to the ruffle of the comforter and hears the beep of the camera as you turn it off. He lets you take the condom off his softening length, he finally opens his eyes when he feels you cleaning him with baby wipes.

“You did so good, Sam” His ears go pink from the praise and he swears he would’ve asked to go another round if he wasn’t so worn out. “Thanks.” Sam says as he stuffs himself back into his underwear and jeans. He watches as you fix your bra and slip on your panties before shrugging on your robe and tying it tight “I’ll let Ortega know we’re finished, he’ll be waiting for you in his office. Thank you so much for filling in.” You kiss Sam on the cheek, “ It’s water in the mini fridge.”

With that you turn to leave but Sam’s sitting up as he remembers his promise to Dean. He calls your name and you turn back to him, he looks sheepish like you didn’t just have his cock down your throat. “Can I have your autograph? It’s for my brother.” He runs a hand through his shaggy hair, “He’s a huge fan.” Sam watches as you pause for a moment before making your way over to the night stand, you slip out of your panties before grabbing a spare sharpie and sign your name on the bit of fabric.

You toss the panties on the smiling boy’s chest before winking at him, you wave good bye before sneaking through the door.

Dean is waiting for Sam at the door when he arrives, “Well, did you get her autograph?” Dean questions expectantly. Sam reaches in his pocket and throws the balled up panties at Dean, he snatches them up in the air, his face goes slack with shock when he realizes what he’s holding.

“Even better.”

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