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[SUMMER SUNSHINE! PT.4]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in a world of avoiding oscars, you remember rocky who has always been there for you. or in which you and oscar aren't on speaking terms.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, talk with mama nicole, avoidance (ik i’m sorry), mentions of funeral vows, mentions of missing out on family = some angst, set in nov/dec of '24, me guessing everyone’s age

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x childhood bsf!fem!reader

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"Is Oscar okay?" You queried, lying on your bed as Hattie sat on the edge, legs folded while scrolling through her phone.

She looked up from the screen, raising a brow. "What do you mean? Did something happen?" Hattie asked curiously, putting her phone down next to her.

You thought back to the camp from a week ago, particularly the petrol station. Oscar had been acting weird ever since then. You had the odd suspicion he had been avoiding you. But you couldn't put your finger on why.

Oscar had been occupying himself with some old friends, talking to Lando, and joining his mother at pilates, which was absolutely beyond you. Any time you suggested any of the ideas on your list towards him such as berry picking or reciting Rocky's vows (although you could see why that may not be that appealing), he always had an excuse and was out the door before you could get another word in.

You weren't sure what had even happened at the petrol station. You had asked him if everything was okay. After that... Oscar had become distant. Even his voice... talking as if he was unsure of everything. He kept a metre away from you. He didn't recite anymore new facts he knew. He just drove on like nothing had happened.

"I don't know," you sighed, slumping your face into your pillow. "He's being weird," you grumbled, voice muffled.

Hattie pursed her lips. She had also noticed it. One could say Oscar was always weird. Or maybe she was inclined to say that as his sister. But for almost three weeks, she had been hearing Oscar go on and on and on about you in some shape or form. "___ said this," or "___ likes that."

But now it was like radio silence. And Hattie wasn't sure if she was the right person to get at the bottom of it.

"Maybe he's burnt out," Hattie lamely suggested, eyes cautiously watching you.

You sat up straighter, moving to fold your legs. "Maybe," you murmured.

You didn't know why it was bothering you so much. It shouldn't be. Oscar avoiding you shouldn't mean anything. And yet it did.

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Nicole Piastri had heavily eyed the text from her oldest daughter.

hats: can you check why oscar is being so weird recently? i think it has to do with ___.

The mother looked up at her phone upon hearing her son pop up in front of her. "Ready for some pilates? I think it stretched my back real nice last time," Oscar smiled, moving his arms back and forth to get some energy into them.

Nicole gave him a small smile before gulping nervously. She loved her son. But something was definitely wrong with him. Oscar hated pilates. And this was his fourth visit this week.

"Oscar, honey," she started, taking a seat at the dining table. She sighed, folding her arms. "What's going on?"

Oscar raised a brow, confused. "What do you mean?"

Nicole sucked in a sharp breath. "Listen, I love that you're coming to pilates with me but you hate pilates. You also suck at pilates. You've also been cooped up with Basil so much that I think Basil hates you."

Oscar was silent briefly. He chewed on his lip, eyes darting around his house. "And the point of this conversation is..?"

Nicole pursed her lips, mulling over the right words to say. "I think... I think something is weighing on you. ___ told me about you and racing but judging by your reaction, ___ must be weighing on you."

Oscar blinked, his wince to your name falling flat. A dreaded sigh fell from his lips as he took a seat across his mother. He stared at the table. "I think..." he sighed yet again, unable to say the words in such a way that caused his mother to worry. "I think I like her," he finally sounded out loud.

Nicole clasped her hands, eyes slightly wide. "Well that's great!" She smiled before pausing. "Isn't it?"

Oscar groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. He had spent a week avoiding you, trying to truly understand his feelings. But the more he thought about them, the more his heart would lurch and it terrified him.

"She's Hattie's best friend," he pointed out as if that was evidence in an argument.

Nicole pursed her lips. "You liked her when you were kids," she retorted back, leaning back into her chair.

Oscar stared at the table yet again, lips parted like he wanted to say something but nothing came out. "Isn't it wrong?" He finally asked.

"Is it?" His mother queried. "Is that really what scares you? ___ is capable young girl. She isn't a kid anymore," she murmured.

Oscar contemplated his mother's words. What really terrified him? It was a good question. One he didn't have an answer to at the moment.

"Listen, Oscar, no ones rushing you. Take your time and figure it out. But don't ruin your friendship while you do," Nicole said softly, reaching to hold his hand over the table. "And if you want to talk about ___ or your racing, don't keep it to yourself, honey, hmm? You know you can always talk to me or dad."

Oscar gave his mother a small smile, squeezing her hand with reassurance. "I will."

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You were lying on your couch, watching a new episode of the show you were binging when your front door had sprung open yet again this summer.

You peeked over the arm rest, failing to hold in the dramatic sigh upon seeing Hattie's face. "What do you want?" You queried with a feigned tone of distaste, eyes returning back to the screen.

Hattie put a hand on her hip. "Go get changed," she muttered, pushing the back of your head lightly.

You sat up straight, about to scold her when your eyes found another familiar face behind her. You hoped no one could seen your eyes brighten.

You cleared your throat, examining the black ensemble the two siblings wore. The clothes themselves had you raising a brow. "What is this?" You asked.

"We're reciting Rocky's funeral vows... duh," Hattie retorted like it was obvious.

You pressed your lips together, keeping the amused grin at bay. You nodded slowly, moving off the couch as you turned the TV off. "I'll go get changed then," you stated.

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You, Hattie, and Oscar stood in your backyard, dressed head to toe in black. You eyed the colourfully painted rock where Rocky laid. Well, technically it laid within the stomach of Hattie's cat who was given away a couple years back but your five-year-old self wasn't too pressed about the details.

You grinned at the large rock with Rocky's name painted in pink and orange, each letter as wonky and crooked as the last. You had managed to hot glue some cheap plastic gems to it as well. How they hadn't come off yet was beyond you.

"I can't believe you chose this over berry picking," you murmured your first words to Oscar that day.

Oscar's chest which had been heavy for the past week suddenly felt lighter. His shoulders slumped in relief as he smiled. "We'll go soon. I just thought we should prioritise Rocky and respect him with a nice lunch."

You hummed in response while Hattie snorted. "Yeah, you should. We're just innocent bystanders."

You laughed softly, nudging her lightly in the rib. "Come on now. Play nice. I'll start first."'

You took a step forward, quickly picking the daisy growing from the grass. You stood in front of the rock and smiled. "Rocky... you were my first ever pet... well and my last. Either way, you were the best pet. You were kind... slightly conceited, and greedy over fish food. I'll also never forget the laughter we shared, especially when you first met Tilly and you tried to hide in your tank, even though we could all see you. To this day, I think about your tragic ending. We did find your true culprit and I hope that allows you to rest easy."

Oscar pressed his lips together, feeling the laughter bubble through him at the mention of Hattie's cat. His sister, who was also on the verge of laughing swatted him, only making it more difficult for him. He let out a sharp exhale, gripping his own hands tighter as they sat in front of him clasped together.

You turned and took a step back after placing the daisy on Rocky's rock, chewing on your lip to prevent yourself from grinning as Hattie inched towards it.

"Dear Rocky, I miss you," Hattie started, hands at her sides.

Oscar watched an muffled laugh escape your mouth, your head turning and leaning towards his shoulder. He grinned as his sister continued.

"There not a single day where I don't think about you. Partly because ___ would never let me forget. She cares too much for you," Hattie retorted, cheekily grinning at your gasp. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry Tilly ate you. But in Tilly's defence, you were just another fish. The real horror is your murderer and the way he chose to take you out of this world. What a cruel and horrible way... to be half flushed down a toilet."

Oscar pressed his lips, skin warming as tears of laughter began to well up in your eyes. You leaned on his shoulder with your forehead, taking shaky breaths. You could feel him rest his hand on your arm, gently caressing you while he held you close to him as if he was comforting you but in reality you were both about to pass out from laughing too hard.

"I hope you aren't too angry with my brother. If you are though, you're welcome to send a sign through the universe as Edie would say. Rest in peace, Rocky," Hattie murmured, pressing two fingers to her lips and then to the rock.

You swallowed hard, watching Hattie return to her spot as Oscar's skim past your arm and down your waist as he took his turn to speak. You breathed slowly, battling the nerves you had received in that very moment.

Oscar sucked in a sharp breath, pursing his lips while he eyed the painted rock. "Rocky..." he started, trying to ignore the amused huffs and wheezes from you and Hattie. "I really need to apologise for what I've done. This has weighed down my life heavily. Not a day goes by where I don't regret what I've done. It was wrong of me to flush you down the toilet. I just thought you were dead."

The tears had finally escaped your eyes, both you and Hattie leaning on each other for support as you gasped for air.

"Today's not just about respect for you. I promise I will remember you all the time. That's why I have a little fish in the corner of my helmet."

You and Hattie both furrowed your brows, retracing any image of that helmet within your brain. And indeed, just below the visor, you vaguely remembered the small orange fish outline.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing with Hattie. "Oscar, you did not," you gasped, breathing uneven while your chest rumbled with a funny warmth.

Oscar turned, grinning at the sight of you laughing. "I may have," he teased.

"Oh my God," Hattie wheezed out, head falling on your shoulders while the tears ran freely down your cheeks.

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had built up in your mouth. "This is class," you croaked with your stomach aching.

Oscar bent down, patting the rock gently before turning toward you again. "Lunch anyone?"

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While getting Oscar to cook was on the list, you hadn't imagined it to be so miserable. What on earth had this boy learnt at boarding school?

"They didn't teach you to cook in Herdfortshire?" You teased, wincing at the way he cut the beef chuck for the beef vindaloo Hattie had decided before leaving to run some errands momentarily. Of course, this decision had come after your refuting of any dishes being made with fish for the day.

Oscar gave you a pointed look, resting the knife on the chopping board. "Very funny," he quipped back.

You rolled your eyes, inching towards him. You put your hand over his, guiding it over the slice of meat. "Just cut it into strips first," you started, moving the knife down, "and then cut them into cubes. Simple."

Oscar breathed in slowly, consciously aware of how close you were to him. He could smell you. Was that weird? You were somewhat sweet yet refreshing. Maybe it was your shampoo. Whatever it was... he liked it.

He cleared his throat, feeling you nudge him with raised brows. He nodded. "Strips and cubes. Got it," he assured.

Removing your hands, you sighed. "Boarding school kids," you shook your head with amusement.

"It wasn't all that bad," Oscar maintained as he followed your instructions. "Got to play cricket. Didn't get a posh accent," he reminded with a grin.

"True. And you got to meet Lily," you idly pointed out before you realised what you had said. You bit your tongue. Why on earth did you say that?

Oscar smiled softly, pausing. "I did," he agreed, staring into the distance before looking over to you. "You know she was the only person who could make me feel less homesick over there. I mean sure, dad was there. But I was always thinking about you– everyone, I mean. I actually hated it there initially."

You pursed your lips, laughing quietly to yourself. "Hattie hated that you had left. She cried so hard that day. She trashed your room actually. Threw all your trophies and certificates in the bin. Then she felt so bad, so she cried while she put them back. God, she was a mess," you sighed, putting the rest of the ingredients in their respective bowls.

Oscar stared at you for a moment, heart slightly hurting at your words. He knew it had been hard for everyone. Edie was a tad bit younger than you so she had barely known what was going on and Mae was barely turning three. But Hattie was only a year younger than him. His closest friend. It was the worst for her.

"And you?" He questioned.

You raised a brow, looking at him with curious eyes. "What about me?"

"You didn't hate that I left?" Oscar queried.

You thought over his words and sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. This... the karting, the racing... it was always your dream. I couldn't hate you for doing something you loved. I think I hated seeing Hattie in pain more. Especially because you told me to take care of her. She was miserable for the first six months and I had no idea what to do. Nicole was still trying to take care of Mae and get Edie ready for school. And Hats was always sleeping over. I think she was terrified I'd leave or something," you murmured, mending your brows together as you swallowed.

Oscar's lips parted in awe. He had never seen this side of his life before. He had wondered how everyone had coped but no one ever told him. His dad would just smile and get him to focus on racing. Any holiday he remembered was just full of smiles and laughter rather than the problems everyone was going through.

"I think I did a pretty good job though," you responded, smile sprawling onto your face as you noticed the guilty look on his face. "I mean she's an absolute menace but I think she gets it from you."

Oscar returned the warm smile, huffing with amusement. "You did take care of her. I'm sorry I left a burden on you but you did well. So thank you," he said, not a trace of sarcasm or humour in his voice.

You blinked, slightly taken aback. You nodded slowly, attention reverting back to the food. "Okay... now that we're done, should we add the spices?"

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You laid awake at night, unable to shake off the conversation you had with Oscar today. You weren't sure how exactly you were getting this many heart-to-heart conversations with him but you supposed it was a good thing. For him at least. The most it had done for you was leave you overthinking everything.

It was strange. Parts of Oscar still reminded you of the kid he was. But other parts of him made you wonder whether you knew him at all. Sure it was inevitable to become mature and understanding of the world. But this level of it... and he had still avoided you this past week.

What on earth was going on?

Oscar was consuming every living second of your life. And you didn't like it. He was making it difficult to think even when it was quiet.

But you also couldn't lie. You had noticed it. The trade off. For every second you thought about him or did something for him, you could see the weight on his shoulders weigh less. It was like he was lighter. Happier.

And that was all you wanted... right?

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askoverkill · 13 hours ago

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(This… has been a lot.) (And you still…) (Oh stars, you still need to do this.)

(…But.) (You don't want to ruin this.) (It's been too long since you've been real.)

(You want your friend.) (You don't care about the fire anymore.)

Isabeau… tell me about yourself.

I don't know who I am anymore.

(You blink.) (The sun blinds your eye for a second.) (What?) (Eh, oh well.)

(You think about what Isabeau just said…)

What do you mean by that?

Change is destruction and you can't take it back.

…I used to be a nerd. It's hard to believe now, but I was the smartiest smart pants in the whole school. Neat braids, big glasses, the whole shebang. But I wasn't happy with myself.

I had all the smarts, but people scared me. I didn't know how to make friends, I didn't know how to even ask for the smallest thing. I'd sit paralyzed over pens.

And I hated living like that but that's how I figured I'd live and die unless… Unless I Changed.

And so I went to a House and worked hard every day, changed my voice, body crafted. It was the hardest thing I've ever done but it worked.

I could see myself in the mirror and I'd see someone strong enough to protect others. I wanted to be the person I needed, someone I wasn't ashamed of. Someone I could love, and worthy of being loved.

But then… I shut off. It's not just with you, Sif. I'm harsher. I'm colder. I see myself worsen and the future if anyone has one, doesn't look bright.

With the Director gone, the world will still be in peril. Too much damage has been done, lifting the Curses won't fix that. Too many families, too many lives have been lost.

What hope is there in that? What can I do, when I can't even help myself? Those I care about?

I've Changed, but for the worse.

#story #isat au #isat #overkill au #in stars and time #asks #loop 45 #add spoiler tag later

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bluewxrld07 · 19 hours ago

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Lando Norris X F!Reader X Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/N has always loved hard and shows that through affection. Especially lately. She's a touch-starved kind of lovergirl, and Lando has always been okay with it. At least she thought so.

Warning(s): angst, tension, flangst, fluff

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Things had been different.

As normal as they could be now, in the moment, but still different.

People had begun to notice that Lando and Y/N had not been seen with one another.

The pair had never really called it quits, but they both truly knew it was done the second she walked out that door at the Canadian GP. That's what hurt the most.

Lando knew better than most that she would come around when she was ready. That she would say her piece when she felt it was a better time. He knew better than to push her. He knew that now at least. It didn't stop the constant messaging he did the night of their fight, he couldn't help it.

His emotions got the best of him that night, and they continued to get the best of him. When it came to the after-party post the F1 movie premiere, he couldn't stop thinking about Lewis' words.

It didn't stop him from messaging Max that night of the premiere, asking if it were true.

You have a lot of fuckin nerve to be sending me a message right now

That's all he received from the Redbull driver, nothing more, nothing less. Lando didn't know if he should be worried or have no right to be upset knowing what he knows now.

He didn't even think Max would send a response back. If anything, he expected a middle finger emoji if Max did respond.

He definitely couldn't be mad in this very moment he woke up in.

A sigh left his lips as he got dressed in his hotel room, pulling on his clothes for the flight back to Monaco. Too tired and distraught to even worry about the state of his hair, throwing a hat on over it with his hood.

He grabbed his things, setting down a note on the nightstand. His eyes stayed on the familiar blonde head, Magui, who was his ex-girlfriend, who lay bare on his bed, fast asleep.

Without a second look, he had made his way out the door, and out towards the car waiting for his arrival.

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There was a knock on Y/N's bathroom door, the girl mumbling a 'come in' not too long, Max peering his head in. He looked at her in amusement, opening the door wider as he stood there leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N sat on her counter, legs criss-crossed in front of the sink, hair sitting in curlers as she was doing up her makeup, one of her playlists playing softly in the back. She looks back at him through the mirror, a soft and genuine smile forming on her lips. "What?"

He shook his head, snapping out of the daze he caught himself in as he looked at her with his arms crossed.

"Nothing. Do you want anything while I'm out?" Max asks her, and she nods, looking back at him.

"Can you get more bubbly water?" her voice softly responds, Max nodding at her. "The orange cream?"

She nods with a hum. "Anything else, or just that?"

"No, just that. I don't need anything else for now, especially since we have to leave for Austria in a few days," she explains, turning her head back to finish doing her makeup.

"Got it," he hums before walking up behind her. His arms wrap around her waist, causing her to flinch lightly, the action not going ignored by Max. He frowns.

Ever since they'd gotten home, she had been acting differently. Acting off, less touchy, more faded.

That was almost two weeks ago.

Max hated it. He hated this new her; it wasn't like her at all. He could tell she craved to be touched, to be shown affection in some sort of way. To hug everyone she came into contact with, because it was a normal reflex of hers.

He had watched how she would go up to hug some of the crew, only to hesitate and make it look like she was just stretching instead of pulling them into hugs.

Or when Max would come by to watch a movie with her, to keep her distracted from falling into the social media craze going on.

He could see how her body would twitch to reach out for him across the couch. Max is only sitting far from her to give her space, to not overwhelm her.

Then, when he would finally give up, pull her into his embrace, he would feel the instant relaxation her body would. Like she was melting into his own body.

This wasn't her. This wasn't Y/N.

Instead of arguing, as now wasn't the best time for it, he placed a kiss on her head and hugged her tightly. Careful to not mess her concentration up as she did her eyeshadow.

"I'll be back in a bit, yeah? Then off to La Rascasse?" he says, his eyes connecting with hers in the mirror.

"Sounds good to me," she agrees, Max pressing one more kiss to her head before leaving the bathroom. He heads towards her hallway to slip on his shoes and grab his keys.

The house becomes silent after he leaves, Y/N feeling weird now that she is on her own. Her music was playing softly in the background of the bathroom, echoing along the walls. Something in her body felt off when Max wasn't there.

Y/N hums to herself as she leans back to look at her eye makeup from a distance, nodding once to herself in satisfaction before moving over to put on her lashes.

As she begins to reach over the counter to grab her lash supplies, her phone began to buzz next to her.

She looks down at the name, only frowning as she reads the name across the screen. She debates with herself on answering. Deciding to slide it over to answer.

Y/N brings up the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Y/N, hey."

"Hey Charles, what's going on? You okay?"

"I'm alright, I just needed to make you aware of something," he says slowly, his tone sounding unnerving. "I think it's right to let you know, so you can sort out the options."

She frowns at his words.

"Um, yeah, okay. What does that mean?"

"Have you spoken to Lando?"

Hearing his name was easier than it was a couple of weeks prior. Y/N not freezing as soon as she hears his name off Charles' lips.

"He's been trying to message me. I just don't respond. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."

She hears him sigh on the other end. She can imagine he is probably running a hand over his face as the breath sounds muffled. "Well, this might be a deal breaker. I think you deserve to know, in case things change between you two."

"Charles, I love you, but please spit it out. I'm not going to break more than I already have."

"Y/N," he starts, as if he is trying to find the words. "He's been seeing Magui again. They left together after the premiere, and then she's been around our group a lot more."

Y/N doesn't really know how to react in that moment. She thought it would break her to hear the news, but she didn't feel her insides churn. She didn't feel like screaming, just felt like her throat went dry.

The girl hadn't even noticed how long it had been until Charles said her name, making her clear her throat and shake her head slightly.

"You okay?" he asks.

She didn't know at that moment. She wasn't exactly peachy, but she wasn't crying on the floor, unable to breathe. Not like she would've been if it were two weeks ago when she heard the news.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't really know what to say."

"I'm sorry. I just figured you needed to know. Alex and I really thought it would be wrong if you found out by her being seen around the paddock one day," he admits, making her nod with a hum. She began to pinch at her skin not too long after. "I know this is probably a dumb question to ask, but does this mean you guys are over? Like really over?"

Hearing the question in real words made it feel surreal. It made it sound official. Not that they ever really did vocalize it, but deep down, they both had known. She had known she wouldn't have been able to act like it never happened. Like he never said what he did.

"No. I don't think so," she finally says, pinching her thighs as she bites her lip.

Most would've said she was being dramatic or inconsiderate. What they didn't know was that it was way deeper than people knew.

She was never allowed to show her feelings, express them, or talk about them growing up with her grandparents. They absolutely hated it; they always said it would make her look weak.

It wasn't until she had met Max that she realized showing and sharing emotions was not a bad thing to do. It was a good thing. He was the reason she showed more love, more affection, more emotion with others.

Max showed her it was okay to be herself. He was never ashamed of her.

Lando had been skeptical of it at the start, shrugging it off. Always asking her why she was so touchy. Y/N never thought anything of it, never looked more into the way he gave her weird looks when she explained why.

When Max never questioned it. Not once. He embraced it, which to this day still shocks her, as he is not the type of guy who likes showing affection like that. He liked keeping the mysterious and dark persona.

That's why people said she was like the sunshine to him. She never had to hesitate around Max. When he was mad, he never pushed her away.

Always made her feel like she was enough.

Oh fuck.

Charles and she didn't talk for much longer after that, only asking when and where they would be once they got to the club later that evening. Y/N's mind racing as time passed.

It wasn't long before Max was back, the girl hearing him announce his presence when walking through the door.

"Schat, where'd you go?" he asks, Y/N realizing he had walked by the bathroom.

"Bedroom! Trying to put on my dress," she says more to herself as she huffs while trying to zip the side of it up her torso. "Neuken, come on," she mutters to herself, her tongue sticking out as she tries to zip up the side.

Max walks in, chuckling as he watches her struggle. He couldn't help but take in how pretty she looked in that moment.

The dress fit her form perfectly, despite her curses and arguments with the zipper; he thought she was glowing. "Wil je hulp lieverd?" (You want help, dear?) he chuckles at her, earning a knowing look from her.

"What do you think, wijsneus?"

Max puts his hands up in surrender before making his way over to her, bending over slightly to be at the height of her issue.

"Arms up, mooi meisje," he says softly, his head now closer to her own as she finds herself looking at him. She does as she's told, lifting her arms up as his hands smoothly help the zipper glide up her skin.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he finished, Max keeping his eyes on the zipper in concentration.

"You sure love to stare, don't you?" he jokes, earning an eyeball from her. Max chuckles, hearing her swear at him in Dutch. Max looks down at the ground next to them, seeing her shoes sitting there.

Max goes to bend down, grabbing the heels before turning back towards her, fully kneeling in front of her. She frowns.

"What're you doing?" she asks. "You don't have to help me, I can do it."

Max tuts at her as she tries to grab her heels from him.

"Lemme help," he offers, giving her a look. She shoots one back.

"I don't wanna be-"

"I swear if you say that you don't want to be suffocating one more time, we're going to have bigger issues," his voice more stern and serious in that moment. She doesn't miss the way his eyes had something fiery behind them.

"But Max-"

"Enough."

"Max-"

"Y/N I said enough, liefje."

Y/N nods slowly, knowing better then to test Max's patience, as it was something that wore thing very quickly with him.

He pats his shoulders. "Put your hands here for support," he tells her while leaning down to grab her left foot and place her heel on. Y/N softly places her hands on him, keeping her grip somewhat firm. He began to wrap the straps around her calves, Y/N not missing the way his fingertips softly would come into contact with her skin.

It made it feel different. Weird. It was a feeling she wasn't complaining about, that was for sure.

He sets her leg down, then grabs her other foot to do the same process. Y/N feels herself gulping every so often as she finds herself craving his touch more and more.

She told herself it was because she was touch-starved. She wasn't as touchy anymore as she once was. It was the itch coming back as she tried to hold back from being who she normally was.

Max finishes tying the straps together, his eyes looking up at hers to see her looking down at him with an expression he could read better than she could.

Y/N was aroused. She didn't even know it. He could tell.

So instead of saying some snide comment, he decides to play into it. His eyes never left her own as he brought his lips down to the inside of her thigh by her knee, letting them run featherlight against her skin. He then decided to place a slow and light kiss onto the skin just above the inside of her knee.

He doesn't miss the way her chest moved up and down a bit quicker than normal, Max letting a small smirk form on his lip as he pulled away. He stood up shortly after, placing a hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on her head.

"Let's get going before we hear it from Daniel for being late."

She stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what had just happened. Her body tingling in a way she was not used to feeling. Like she wanted more of not just someone's touch, but Max's touch.

What was happening?

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Once they had arrived, Max didn't hesitate to grab her hand tightly to weave through the buzzing crowds inside the darkened atmosphere.

Y/N kept her distance when they approached the table, only doing small hugs with everyone she greeted. Not wanting to overstep in their space.

It wasn't until Daniel had come up to hug her, frowning when she gave him a shy side-hug. He shook his head. "No, you bring it all in. Come here," he chuckles to her, pulling Y/N in for the biggest bear hug. She felt herself relax as her arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing him back just as much as he did her.

Max kept his gaze on her as he watched her face contort from anxious to content in a matter of seconds.

Once Daniel had broken away from her, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around Charles in a tight hug. A Y/N kind of hug. Charles didn't hesitate to wrap her up in his embrace, humming with a laugh.

"There's the Y/N I know," he jokes as he pulls away. "Always sharing love with everyone. How it should be."

He nods at her slowly in understanding, Y/N giving him a sheepish smile.

"Wait, did Charles get a Y/N hug? Move over, it's my turn!" Lewis jokes before cutting in to let Y/N wrap her arms around him tightly.

"I've missed these. It hasn't been the same," he groans. Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Such a drama queen."

Lewis pulls away and looks at her. "I'm serious. Your physical affection is like the entire grid's depression cure. Never change."

Y/N lets his words sink in, nodding at him before going to sit down on one of the couches next to Max. He leaned over to her.

"See? Everyone loves it. Loves you," he mumbles into her ear. "Get that nonsense out of your head. Own who you are," he assures her, pulling back to give her a knowing look. She just stares back at him, his closeness making her heart beat faster.

"I'll try."

"And trying is enough."

She smiles at him before he kisses her temple, turning to start a conversation with Daniel and George. Y/N had ended up talking with Alexandra and Kika for a bit, her mind staying distracted as they conversed.

The night had dragged on, filled with dancing, drinks, trips to the DJ booth and appetizers being ordered to their section.

Y/N had felt relaxed for the first time in days.

She had loosened up enough to go dance with the girls, feeling her throat drying up from the lack of water in her system.

Her hand finds Kika's, squeezing it to get her attention. "I'm going to go get some water, and then step outside," she tells her, watching her friend nod with a smile.

Y/N went and grabbed a water from one of the bartenders, then made her way towards the balcony where a staircase led to the rooftop. She stuck with standing out on the balcony, not wanting everyone to send out a search party if she was gone for too long.

She let herself lean over the balcony, somewhat resting her aching feet in the heels she wore. A sigh left her lips as the wind blew into her face.

"You look gorgeous," a low voice booms behind her, causing her to whip her head around. Her breathing stilled.

Lando stood there with his hands in his pockets, his button-up halfway undone, and a pair of black jeans donning his legs. He had a somewhat nervous and sheepish expression on his face, like he was preparing himself for her to not give him the time of day.

When she said nothing and turned back to the view in front of her, Lando took that as his chance to take the spot next to her.

He leaned over the railing, lacing both of his hands together as his elbows propped him over it slightly. He let out a huff, his eyes searching the view in front of them.

"How have you been?" he asked her, keeping his gaze ahead.

She nods slowly, pursing her lips together. "Good."

Lando hums with a nod. "That's good."

"What do you want, Lando?" she asks softly, her tone sounding defeated as she begins to pinch at her skin. He lets his head fall to look at his hands.

"I want to say I'm sorry," he starts, hearing her scoff. "I know it's late, first off, and that you don't want to give me the time of day, second off. I just couldn't keep it contained any longer."

"Is that it?"

"No," he sighs. "I regret what I said. Every single day since then. You're not anything I said. You're the complete opposite."

She looks at him, seeing his jaw clench and unclench before he turns his head to look at her. "You're loving. You're caring. You give love to everyone around you because that's just who you are. You're a giver."

Her gaze was blank, but he could tell she was preventing herself from lighting him up. Because she was better than that. Even though they both knew he deserved it. "I was angry and mad and upset about how the race ended for me. I took it out on you, and that's not okay. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," he says, his tone uneven and cracking every so often as he turns his whole body towards hers.

Y/N crosses her arms, feeling her guard slip lightly. Then the reminder of the phone call with Charles earlier echoes in her brain. She looks down at the ground for a moment. She then looks back up at him.

"Thank you. For apologizing," she starts, her voice like silk. Lando feeling his body physically relaxing. "But you chose to wrap yourself around Magui for the time being."

Lando felt his face falter, his stomach drop to his ass. He frowns. "How-how did you-"

"Charles thought I should be aware. In case things would have changed between us," she admits. "I get that you were feeling a lot of guilt and regret. But seeing her after what she's done to you showed me something else in you. I can't trust that."

Lando nods at her words, letting his head fall to look at his feet.

"I do care about you Lando. I always will, that'll never change," she assures him. "But I need someone who won't make me question my worth when things get tough. Or say things in the heat of the moment that cause breaks like these."

He nods. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I hope you know that."

She nods, giving him a shy and sad smile. "I know that now. But you can't turn back time."

"I know," he agrees. "Can I at least hug you? It's been killing me."

Y/N stops herself from chuckling at his words, nodding slowly. Lando doesn't waste another second slithering his arms around her waist to pull her into his embrace. She wraps her arms around his neck, the affection feeling different between them now. More platonic than romantic. "I hope she treats you better this time," Y/N admits as they pulled away.

He shrugs. "Seems like she's changed. I don't want to take any risks yet."

The pair soon makes their way back inside, Y/N looking around for a familiar Dutch driver. She somewhat feels her body react before her emotions, stopping in her tracks.

He was across the bar, talking and chatting closely with his ex girlfriend, whom was getting closer than Y/N liked to admit.

She didn't understand why it was making her insides churn. Why she was glaring at the two long enough to make Lando chuckle at her expression.

"I wouldn't stress about that," Lando says, making her snap out of her daze and frown at him.

"What do you mean? Worry about what?"

Lando laughs harder at her dumbfounded state. He motions towards Max and Kelly. "That. The pair you're basically digging graves for with your eyes."

Y/N shook her head in confusion. "I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Lando can see the genuine confusion in her eyes, the Brit realizing she hasn't come to her senses yet. He knew Max would probably kill him when he found out the next thing he let slip before he could control it.

"Max is so in love with you," he admits, making them both widen their eyes. Lando for being shocked that he just said that, Y/N for hearing the words that left his mouth.

"I- He- What?" she sputters, Lando groaning as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Well fuck," Lando chuckles to himself nervously. He then sighs in defeat. "No going back now. But yeah, Max loves you. Always has."

Y/N shook her head. "No. No way. Good joke," she chuckles before walking back towards their section of the room. Lando followed after her as she marched her way towards Daniel and Lewis.

The pair smiled warmly at her, then they frowned, seeing the determination and shock on her face.

"You alright?" Daniel asks once she gets to them.

"Is it true?" she asks, the boys looking at her confused.

It wasn't long until Lando came up behind her, a somewhat anxious look on his face. Lewis scowls at him. "What did you say to her?" he whips, making her put her hands up in defense.

"He didn't mean to, don't yell at him," she defends, not missing the way shock is all over their faces. "Although he might need help escaping after Max finds out."

"Okay, seriously, what did you tell her? Max already has a target on your head," Daniel groans while rubbing a hand over his face.

"Max is in love with me?"

Lewis choked on his drink, Daniel choked on air, and Lando rubbed the back of his neck. The two older boys look at Lando. "I'd get a head start on running if I were you," Lewis says, Lando letting out a groan.

"So it's true?" Y/N asks, her tone softer as she crossed her arms.

They look back down at her before Lewis sighs with a nod. "Yeah, it's true."

Y/N didn't know what to think, or much less what to do in that moment.

A part of her was confused, while a bigger part of her felt something different. Almost as if it were relief. Like hearing those words brought her entire body into a calmer realm.

"I think you made her short-circuit," Daniel says as he leans over to Lewis. Y/N gives them a look. She then turns to Lando, putting a hand on his arm.

"They're right," she says with a nod. "You're gonna want to get a headstart on running right now."

"Y/N!" Lando groans while running both hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry! It's true!"

"She's right, mate. Espcially after he almost bashed your head into the wall at the dinner last week-"

"He did what?!" She snaps, the boys all flinching at her tone, the dutch accent coming out more evidently in that moment.

"To be fair he deserved it after everything that happened on race day," Lewis says while pointing at Lando, whom agrees shockingly enough.

"Besides the point," Daniel cuts in. "What're you thinking? What's happening in that brain of yours?"

She shook her head. "Everything. Nothing. I don't even know," she sputters out, rubbing her forehead. Her head snaps over to Max, whom was still happily talking and laughing with Kelly.

Before she realized it, her insides began to churn again, eyes squinting harshly their way.

"Wow, jealous much?" Lewis jokes, making her smack his arm.

"I don't get jealous."

"You do," Lando admits. "You are right now."

She glares at him. "Shouldn't you be halfway across Europe by now?"

His face fell at her words, and Daniel and Lewis both snickered at her words. He rolled his eyes a second later, putting a hand on her torso and squeezing it lightly.

She sees Kelly's hand reach up to caress his shoulder, which made the boys all mumble out 'uh-oh's. Y/N decides to fully turn her body towards their direction, crossing her arms while keeping her stare directly on them.

"Are you gonna glare them to death?" Daniel jokes, Lewis and Lando immediately catching onto what she was doing.

"Just wait for it," Lando trails off.

A few moments later, Max chuckled at something Kelly said. He turned his head towards their section while his eyes searched, then immediately froze when he caught Y/N staring.

It was a look he knew all too well.

"You Dutch women are scary," Daniel chuckles while shaking his head. "How does he sense that?"

Lewis chuckles. "It's the face everyone fears on the grid. You just sense it before you know she's there. It's scary being on the receiving side of her stare."

Max's entire face fell, shame contorting into an ashamed expression. His expression soon hardened, then darkened fully when he caught Lando standing next to her. He was standing way too close for his liking.

What made Max drop everything he was doing, Kelly not even existing in his mind anymore, or in front of him for that matter, was seeing Lando's hand on her waist.

Max didn't even acknowledge Kelly after that moment, just leaving her mid-sentence as he made his way to the group.

Y/N stood her ground, not flinching as he got closer.

"Why're you near her?" Max's voice boomed as he got closer to Lando, but he almost tripped over his own feet when she stepped in front of Lando. His entire demeanor softens, but then goes to complete embarrassment as he meets her glare.

"He and I are fine. We sorted it out. Don't start," she explains. Max was about to argue with her. Until she raised her brows, as if saying, 'try me'. He huffs, not hesitating to nod at her words.

He then glares back at Lando. "You're still in deep shit with me," he points out, Lando pursing his lip with a nod.

"He's about to be in deeper shit," Daniel mumbles with a snort, Lewis smacking his arm hard. Max frowns as Y/N gives Daniel the same scary look.

"Not funny. Sorry."

"What's he mean?" Max asks.

"Doesn't matter," she rejects, shaking her head. "What were you and-"

"Don't change the subject, what're they talking about? What did Lando do?" he argues back.

Y/N shook her head. "We're not doing this here."

Max turns his gaze back to Lando, hardening as he looks. Lando leaned to Y/N before squeezing her side. "That's my cue," he says. "Good luck."

With that, Lando's pace quickens as he leaves the space while Y/N lets out an internal groan at Max. "Do you always have to go Mad Max on people?"

"When it comes to you, yes," he says with no hesitation in his tone. "Now what are those two talking about?"

She looks over at Daniel and Lewis for help, the two boys putting their hands up in defense. "I'm gonna go find Charles," Lewis says before leaving.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Daniel says, leaving shortly after Lewis.

She lets her mouth drop in awe, muttering a 'klootzakken' as she watches them leave.

Her gaze turned back up to Max, who stood towering over her. His look hard and only focused on her. She now very aware of how close he was.

"Let's go then, shall we?" he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Fine."

It wasn't long until they were outside of the venue, Max helping her into his car before shutting the door behind her and making his way over to his side.

The first few minutes in the car were silent, Max's jaw clenching as Y/N kept pinching at her wrists.

It didn't take an ounce of hesitation for Max to reach over with his free hand and lace it with hers. "Pinch it," he tells her, Y/N looking at him for a second before sighing.

"Why were you with her?" she asks softly, Max taking note of how defeated she sounded.

He didn't hesitate to answer. "She was telling me about P. How she was doing," he explains. "Then she told me how much her and P missed having me around."

That made her scoff. "Yeah, she misses using you for her advantage," she says more to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.

He smacks her thigh. "No need to be jealous, schat. Enough of that."

"I'm not jealous. Why does everyone think I'm jealous?" She groans, Max trying to hide the amused and smug smile on his face.

"Because you are. Your telltale signs aren't very discreet, honing."

"Because I'm not jealous," she scoffs, keeping her gaze out the window.

"So if I went home with her, you wouldn't have been upset with me?" he tests, making her movements on his hand stop. Max chuckles lightly to himself as he squeezes her hand.

"Exactly."

"Whatever."

Max frowns at her tone, turning to look at her for a second. "Hey, no. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Shut down," he says before looking back at the road. "I would never go home with her. She's not the one I want. She never was."

Y/N stays quiet, knowing she couldn't trust her emotions. Everything heightening as every moment passed.

It was quiet for another moment, before Max spoke up once more.

"So are you going to tell me what they were all talking about earlier?" he trails off.

"I don't think you're gonna want to hear that. Trust me," she chuckles while shaking her head.

"Try me, honing."

She huffs. "If I tell you, then you can't kill any of them. Not even Lando."

Y/N didn't miss the way his jaw clenched and eyes hardened at Lando's name, only nodding after. "You have my word."

She looks at him, her fingers playing with his hand once more.

"Are you in love with me?"

Her body is jolted forward in a harsh move, due to Max slamming on the brakes for a split second at her words. The tires are heard screeching as the car comes to a halt.

Y/N looks behind them, checking to make sure he didn't just accidentally brake-check someone. Taking the clear sign of no car honking behind him as the first hint, then seeing nobody was behind them for blocks.

She then whips her head over to Max, whose eyes are now wide with shock, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other is now clutching onto her waist for safety.

"So I'm guessing by the reaction you just had that it's true," she says slowly, watching his face contort into all sorts of emotions.

He stayed silent, Y/N seeing his Adam's apple bob a few times before he began to accelerate the car once again. "Max," she says. He stays silent still. "Max Emilian."

"You weren't supposed to find out. Not like this at least."

She frowns at his words. "Elaborate, please? When was I gonna find out?"

She watched as he pursed his lips before biting them every so often.

"Max if you don't start talking-"

"I didn't want you to find out. Not with everything fresh with Lando," he admits, shaking his head as he pulls the car into the apartment garage. "I didn't want you thinking I was taking advantage of you when I just wanted to be there, just as much as you are with me."

Her face softened, seeing that it really was making him feel guilty. Seeing that she had to find out amid everything she had been dealing with for the last few weeks.

Before she can ask him anything further, he puts the car in park and whips his door open before closing it with a slam.

She doesn't miss the way he still makes his way around the car to her side, opening her door softly as he helps her out. She could tell he was ready to murder the boys, but he kept his composure around her.

They walked up to her apartment quietly, the tension rising as they got closer to her door. Y/N practically being able to feel Max's frustration radiate off his skin. She unlocked her door, walking inside as he followed shortly after.

He shuts the door behind him before huffing, his eyes looking to see Y/N standing there with her arms crossed. Her expression basically begging for answers.

Max rubs his forehead. "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

"Begin niet, Max." (Don't start, Max.)

He could tell by her tone that this wasn't the time to joke.

The man lets out a sigh, letting his eyes gaze into her own across the room. "Yes," he chokes out. "I'm in love with you. So in love that it hurts my chest."

Y/N lets her stance somewhat falter, her arms uncrossing. "Oh Max," she softly answers, seeing the pain in his eyes. Like he felt guilty for telling her.

"I have since the day you stood up for me at the Go-kart championship with my dad," he chuckles dryly to himself. "It was that day I told myself this girl has some spark in her. Playing with fire with no remorse. She's it for me," he half-heartedly jokes, but meaning every word. "I'm in love with you to the point where all I care about seeing is you happy. Even if that's not with me."

Her brows furrow. "What?"

He shrugs in defeat. "When Lando came to me after your first date with him, I could tell he was good for you. Same with you for him. Yeah it hurt like a fucking scooter to the ankle, but you were happy. That's what I cared about," he explains. "So if you two decide to fix things, and it makes you happy, then I'll be okay with that. I'll still probably give him a run for his money every so often, but if that's what you want."

Y/N was about to speak up, but then he says one more thing to her.

"I didn't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. Of stealing you away after what you went through. I'm better than that, but I didn't like seeing you not be yourself. I hated it and hated him for that. I wanted to be there giving you the support and tough love you needed to heal and make the right decision," he admits once more. "So if he's still it for you, then I'll live with that. He just better not ruin his chances again."

Y/N stays silent for a moment, just in case he had anything further to say, soon seeing he was finished. She kept her arms crossed.

"You know, I have been fighting with myself all week. About going back to Lando. Working things out," she starts. Max feels his heart beat faster every second that passes. "But then there were small things I noticed. From not just these past few weeks, but the last decade. Little things you've done, no questions asked."

He just keeps his gaze on her. "When I was on the phone with Charles today, I came to the realization of why I've always been picky with my relationships," she says, laughing dryly to herself. "Because they weren't you."

Max feels his mouth open just slightly, as if giving him the lightest breath of fresh air from her words.

"Liefje." (Darling)

She nods, more to herself as if confirming it to her mind. She had feelings for Max. She wanted Max.

"I can't promise to jump into things right now," she adds. "But it doesn't mean I'm not willing to try seeing where this goes with you. I really want to. More than I think I can admit."

Max smiles are her softly. "I can work with slow."

She smiles at him as he advances towards her. He cautiously wraps his arms around her waist, watching her soften into his touch instead of freezing or jolting at it.

It was a work in progress.

"Can I at least kiss you? Or is that too fast?"

"Kus me maar, jij zachtaardige reus." (Kiss me, you gentle giant) she chuckles, watching his smile grow slowly as he leans in.

He didn't waste a second longer

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A/N: Ahhh, that's part three! How're we feeling? What's the vibe for everyone? Satisfied? Lemme know, I'm intrigued hehe!!

She's a long one, but she is here! I hope you all enjoyed!

I may or may not have an alternate ending for Lando in the works?? What do we think??

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Okai hear me out. Nerd mark, he has a HUGE crush on you, like, HUGE. He's been in love with you since you're both like 12, but he has never talked to you since he's too shy. Now, he gets his power, getting a lil bit confident and realize that he can steal whatever he wants from your room when you're sleeping/not in your house

What stuff the different warrants would take from your room? How would they use it? Would they return it? 👀

Haii!! I was like, dying for a request like this because I know Mark is a weird little freak!! I haven’t written lengthy smut in a while so forgive me if this isn’t written too well 😓 It’s a bit longer than I intended it to be but that’s whateverr

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Warnings: Smut (not sex), clothes stealing, very freak/perv Mark, fem reader

Ever since he had first seen you back in middle school he's been head over heels. From day one he was completely enamored by you, he just did his best to hide his heart eyes for you...Which he always failed at doing.

He always watched from a distance like a stalker. Sitting in class admiring you year after year, eavesdropping on conversations just to hear your sweet voice, bumping into countless walls and people because he had been to distracted staring at you in the halls instead of paying attention to his surroundings. He knew had no chance of getting with you. Him, Mark Grayson, the guy who spends every Burger Mart paycheck on comics and collectibles dating you?? It's laughable! Then it happened. He finally got his powers after years of waiting for it to happen. He was of course ecstatic! He could fly, he got super strong,his stamina is so much better, he has enhanced senses!!

It took a long while for him to get used to it, of course. A lot of training and practicing to be a real hero. But as soon as he had it all under control? Being thee Invincible was the biggest ego boost ever. Becoming a hero, being on the news all the time, reporters practically begging to know more about him....it definitely made him confident. He would do extra long patrols just for the attention, just walking or flying wherever to "keep the city safe." Whilst on one of these extra long patrols he saw you. Nothing bad going on, just you walking home by yourself. Why would you ever do such a thing? You're so smart! You know what kind of things happen to people who walk alone late at night, so why would you even think to do it? He just can't have that! He had no option other than to walk you home safely! He loved how chatty you were the whole time, he doesn't even mind that the first time he gets a real conversation with you is as his hero persona

"What's it like fighting all the time?" "You seem so strong! Is it hard to workout and keep your strength? "What's flying like, it seems so fun to be able to do that!" All perfectly endearing questions which he Gladly answered for you as he walked beside you.

He got you home safely, walked you to the door and all like a real gentleman..and as soon as he realized he now knew exactly where you lived? Oh there was no stopping him and his stupid ideas. They stayed ideas at first! He didn't want to scare you by watching you from your window or sneaking in like he's been daydreaming about! But he could only fantasize so long before he acted on it.

It was as “normal” as stalking could be at first. Just watching your home from the sky-just to watch for any intruders, of course! What if someone tried to break in?! He had to be there to stop them! Just watching your home for at least an hour every day for five days. During that time he was able to pick up your schedule; when you left the house to go on a walk, or when you left to go shopping for hours on end, and how he noticed that you left your window open all the time. Yes, it’s just a small little crack, but honestly…you were practically inviting him inside with that.

Once he knew your home was completely empty, he flew down. He hesitated for a short second before he pushed the rest of your window open and slid inside. He was stunned for a moment. Your room really reflected you. All soft and sweetness. Just how he would imagine your room to be

He went to your bed first. Sat on your plush comforter like an awkward guest at first. It’s wrong, he thought to himself. What was he even doing in here? It’s gross really, why would anyone-and then he cuts his own thoughts short by shoving his face into your heart shaped pillow. He inhales deeply, practically huffing the thing. It smells just like you-his new heightened senses only help him. Smells just like you; from your hair products to your perfume and body oils/ perfume.

“Oh fuck….you can’t be real..” he murmured the words to himself between breathes, a hand already palming his bulge through the skin tight suit. “You can’t be human…such a f-fucking angel” he continued to speak to himself between breathes, his hand now clutching your still warm comforter as he grinds into your mattress. “Y-you smell so good-“ he murmured as if he was talking to you “-so perfect, baby” he groans as he tightens his hold on the pastel sheets. You already got him so close, nearing the edge from your sent alone, right about to tip over before he gasps and forces himself to sit up.

It’s wrong. Sneaking into his long term crushes room wad bad enough, but humping your bed was way too far!! He just felt so guilty about the thought of cumming in your room!

Unfortunately for you, that was only the first time he snuck in. The guilt and worry didn’t compare to the need and desperation he was feeling.

It became routine; waiting for your home to be empty, slipping inside, and perving around. The first few times he mainly just laid in your bed; daydreaming he was laying beside you, cuddling with you and not the pillow he held to his nose. The same one he began to hump and grind on after a week of sneaking in. Of course he didn’t only lay in your bed-you had so much other stuff to go through!

You’re vanity; all your pretty makeup, where you kept your perfume and where he would spray said perfume on his wrists so he could smell you even after he left. The closet where he would go through all your tops and bottoms, reminiscing about the first time he saw you in each article of clothing. You really do just have the prettiest outfits, don’t you? He’d gladly buy you more. Any little outfit and accessories you wanted as long as he got to watch you model them for him.

It became like a ritualistic schedule; Sneak in, lay in your bed, sniff nearly everything like a dog, go through your makeup, spray your perfume-But what really got him to act like a real pervert? The laundry basket.

He he didn’t do it at first. That first time he snuck in he completely avoided it. The second day though, the light brown wood container practically calling to him. Leaving it open that day with a pair of your used underwear at the top of the pile was practically an invite to Mark. When he took the dainty cloth out he whined. He stared at the garment with a pout. Who were you wearing these lacy panties for? Why do you even have something this pretty if it wasn’t for him? He had so many thoughts, so many that just got burrowed beneath his loudest thought.

He felt so guilty for using your used underwear like this. Yet he didn’t stop; Whining and moaning into your underwear, desperately licking at where your perfect cunt would have been-where he knew your fluids woukd leak out as he fists his cock on your bed. Using your lotion.

“B-Baabbyy..” he whines the nickname, huffing in your musky scent. He takes one more deep inhale of the flimsy lace before he moves it downwards onto his flushed dick. “P-please..god—You feel so good-“ He moans and moans over and over again till he can’t hear anything other than himself. It didn’t take long for him to cum, mouth hung open, whining and bucking his hips up as he pretty much ruined a pair of your fancy underwear. He pants heavily, looks like he just got out of a harsh fight with the way he was breathing. Once he came back to Earth, he pouts at the sight of your soiled underwear, he couldn’t just let this be a one time thing!

Over around two weeks you begin to notice more and more items of yours missing. Whining to your friends about how so much of your lotion is gone, how your soo sure that the washing machine is eating your underwear, how it’s weirdly warm and almost musky like in your room when you come home in the evening.

Just completely blissfully unaware that it’s your shy nerdy classmate Mark who’s sneaking into your room. How it’s him who’s using up so much of your lotion, who’s messing up your bedsheets and rummaging through all your items.

Or how it’s him stealing your used panties and shirts to sniff at while he jerks off just to imagine it’s really you in the room taking care of his needs.

#invincible #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible x you #mark grayson x you #invincible show #mark grayson x y/n #mohawk invincible #mohawk mark #sinister mark #invincible x y/n #no goggles invincible #sinister invincible #invincible smut #mohawk mark smut #mark grayson smut #mark smut #markus sebastian grayson

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buckevantommy · 1 day ago

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for the fic prompt! : couch

baby bi buck is sooo special to me so have some bottom!buck in the early days of his relationship with Tommy. non-pen (for now..) 🥵🛋️

It's not the first time Buck's made out with someone on his couch, or any couch. It is the first time his partner's hands have been big enough to span his hips and strong enough to gently guide him into straddling their lap.

The noise that escapes his mouth where it's smooshed against Tommy's should be embarassing - it's needy, hungry, new - but he really doesn't care. Why would he care? When Tommy's so built that Buck's weight isn't a non-starter. It's the first time he hasn't felt too big during a makeout session, where he doesn't have to struggle to keep half his neurons firing so he doesn't forget his size and strength and injure his partner.

"Gorgeous," Tommy murmurs, voice a low rumble against Buck's mouth before capturing his lips again.

Buck bears his whole weight down, pressing Tommy into the couch, and grinds experimentally in his lap. Another should-be embarassing noise spills out of him, something base and primal from his chest as Tommy's arms - strong arms, thick and corded with serviceable muscle - wind around his midsection to hold him in place, wordless encouragement to keep doing what he's doing, to do more.

He loses himself in Tommy's kisses, building up a steady rhythm as he grinds artlessly down into Tommy's lap. They're both wearing jeans - which is kind of insane but the friction of the rigid denim against their bulging flies is driving Buck to the brink at double speed so he's putting it in the pros column.

One hand find leverage on Tommy's broad chest - sturdy like a fucking brick wall but with a soft give of cotton-covered flesh that Buck can sink his fingertips into - the other has a deathgrip on the collar of Tommy's overshirt as he chases after his orgasm, eyes screwing shut as the sensations of Tommy overwhelm him.

An unyeilding forearm braces Buck's back as Tommy's other hand slips beneath the waistband of his jeans and engulfs Buck's entire left ass cheek to give a firm squeeze—

Buck comes with a shout.

He barely registers Tommy's hold on him tightening as he rides out the last few shudders of his orgasm, Tommy's own muscles locking up and his cock jumping in the confines of his own jeans as he comes against Buck's own denim-clad mess.

It takes them a minute to catch their breath and for Buck's brain to reboot. He liked that. He really liked that. Everything about it was awesome, and.. kind of surprising. In a good way. A very fucking good way.

"Fuck." His underwear feels okay now, in the blissful moment after, but he knows from experience things are going to take an uncomfortable turn in the next few minutes. "It's, uh. Been a while since I've come in my pants like a horny teenager." Again: not embarassed. Tommy just.. has that effect on him. He's hot as hell and brings out Buck's wild side and he doesn't think Buck is too much.

Tommy's hands fit to Buck's hips again. Buck feels safer than he has with any partner. Ever. "Ditto," Tommy murmurs, hands soothing up and down Buck's ribs.

He's still planted firmly in Tommy's lap and Tommy doesn't seem in any rush to change that. Still. "Um. How d'you feel about a shower and a sleepover?"

"No bubble bath?"

Buck laughs and shoves playfully at Tommy. That beautiful crinkly smile takes over Tommy's whole face making Buck's breath stutters in his chest.

"I'd love to," Tommy says, easy as anything - like Buck's not asking too much too soon, like he wants to wake up next to Buck in the morning.

Buck wants that, too. Wants to wake up beside Tommy. Wrapped in Tommy. His mind wanders off down paths of what that might look like as he stumbles to his feet on shaky legs and reaches out a hand. Tommy lets Buck take a bit of his weight as he stands and it's another thing Buck files away that he likes about Tommy; he's strong, but he doesn't discount Buck's own growth and capabilities.

Tommy's hair is a riot, his curls mussed and free, his overshirt crinkled, face flushed and eyes bright in that just-fucked sparkly hazy kind of way. Buck can only imagine what he must look like.

He steps into Tommy's space, gratified when Tommy doesn't pull away or stumble from keeping them steady. "I want you to fuck me."

"Tonight?"

Buck smiles at the concern in his voice. Maybe they could, but.. "Next week? I kinda wanna work up to it."

Tommy's hands - those soothing, caring hands - shift in a soothing motion up and down Buck's flanks. "Of course. We can take it slow."

Slow, Buck thinks ruefully. None all of his girlfriends ever accused Buck of taking things slow. But he wants to, with Tommy. He wants to experience everything. "I like slow." With one last peck to Tommy's lips he leads them up to his shower, hand in hand.

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aetherograph · 13 hours ago

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I just rewatched Hunchback of Notre Dame the other day and that movie was the first one where Disney tried to make the bad guy a Bad Abusive Person and not a highly exagerrated fun campy Villain; but also I noticed that movie has both the prototype for what became the All Antagonists Must Be Realistically Abusive And We're Pulling Out All The Stops To Try And Stop People Thinking They're Hot (Frollo) AND ALSO has a Villain Villain (Clopin).

Both of them have songs! Both of them are antagonists! But Frollo is this new type of antagonist they were trying out (that took off), while Clopin is absolutely the older type of FUN Disney Villain, he's also one of the first morally ambiguous antagonists in that his "villainous" actions are highly theatrical but also Reasonable, PLUS he's the one telling the story, so he's ALSO serving as the narrator. Clopin is one of the few Narrators in Disney canon, and kind of the only character of his kind that had ever been done before OR since! There's a reason the girlies went crazy about him (we did).

"But he is gonna kill Quasi and Phoebus for no reason, Esmerelda gave them permission AND a token to prove they were invited" Um no he DOES have a reason and it's The Bit, something @moniquill pointed out to me.

I think it's funny that for the most part the Disney Villain repeatedly failed to put villainfuckers off. I think it's sad that they even spent so much energy trying, even up into turkeys like Home on the Range, there's still something Sexy about pretty much every hand-drawn Disney Villain ever to SOMEBODY. There's a huge contingent of villainfuckers for the 3d ones too but I'm just talking about 2d animated villains.

After Dr Facilier, the only character I would truly call a Disney Villain that we got after that was Bill Cipher. After that, it's like OP said, we either had sympathetic villains, abusers (only for older kids and adults apparently), or no villains at all (yuck. Even as a little kid I hated those type of shows. So did everyone I knew, see: the universal hatred of Barney).

We haven't had another what I consider Disney Villain since Bill Cipher; they've all been the new type that's too realistic and too much An Abuser to truly be a Villain. Villains have some panache, some dramatic flair, some joy in being nasty. Professor Ratigan woke up one day and decided to drown widows and orphans. Ursula keeps her victims in a little coral garden to gloat over. Bill will re-arrange all the holes in your face just because. Like there's that flair, you know, that joy in being evil. They know they're evil, they don't think they're in the right, who needs to be in the right? That's why I love them so much more than the "sympathetic" villains that to me are never very sympathetic at all, or the hamfisted allegories, or the comically one-dimensional abusers.

The final fight on the clocktower between Ratigan and Basil scared me just enough to be fun. Clayton so laser focussed on killing Tarzan that he ignored how he was getting vines wrapped around his neck scared me just enough to be fun. But mostly? Seeing the villain fall or die of their own hubris was satisfying, the way watching Odysseus fail and fail and fail because of his own hubris is satisfying. Yeah! You're supposed to fail if you're arrogant! That's the Rules! But it's just as fun to watch them succeed just a little bit, and be horrible for a little bit. That's fun too! Because it's a taboo, and because we know that in the end they'll get a little too up themselves and ignore any warnings about that ledge, or push away the hand that tries to keep them from falling.

On the other side of the coin, sometimes the villain was who you rooted for, as an outcast yourself, because the heroes were just upholding the status quo that was bullies and abuse and stuff. I personally find this most in small screen rather than big screen. I don't know if its just that stuff I was into or what, but stuff like Batman I was always into the villains, and on their side too! Poison Ivy did nothing wrong! Inque is just trying to get a paycheque! Batman helps cops! Etc. etc. people have gone on about "we get shown the villain being bullied and the heroes do nothing to address that they just bully the villain more" a lot, and I feel sometimes like the "well here's a sympathetic villain who joins the heroes" crowd misses the damn point. I don't WANT the villain to have to turn hero to be rewarded, let them be bad! Let them have a continuing relationship with the protagonists and commit to whatever ideals they are both fighting for. There's a real conversation to be had about what values various writers don't think about before writing stuff (see: The Ponies in Friendship is Magic Are Super Racist), but let that conversation happen.

I think a lot of showrunners and execs are too reactive to fandom, and that's kind of what got us where we are re villains. I think there's a huge problem of the people MAKING shows/films thinking there's a way they CAN control fans, thinking they have a RIGHT to control fans, and focussing way way too much on fandom shit generally. Leave the Fourth Wall alone. You cannot prevent people wanting to fuck that character. You cannot prevent Fetish Fuel happening bc ANYTHING can be a fetish. You cannot stop human nature because you're personally not in agreement with it. Stop trying. Leave it alone. Make the show and ignore the fandom.

...And I also think there's something to be said that most of what we all consider the Best Disney Villains were all creations of a Gay Theatre Kid from Baltimore.

the biggest loss of animated movies trending towards sympathetic villains/no villains is that we dont get enough crazy death scenes anymore. stuff like tarzan's villain accidentally hanging himself or help i'm a fish's villain drowning and floating away silently on screen. sometimes your movies just need stuff to scare 8 year olds shitless. its good for the enviroment i think. probably.

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batsandbirdbrains · 2 days ago

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so I was wondering if you could do something where nobody realizes how much Dick hates Talia if they knew at all but then something happens so people find out/learn the full extent of Dick’s hate toward her how it’s not a little dislike but he hates her with a burning passion maybe they find out when the JL recruit some villains to help stop some big threat and they’re paired together and outwards he has zero reaction but internally he is freaking out like full blown meltdown because it’s Talia like I hate her so much plz anyone but her and then after the Thing is handled people find Nightwing in Talia Al Ghul in a full blown screaming match about who knows what nasty insults are thrown on both sides nobodies seen Nightwing like this either ever or in a really long time

on another note I think your amazing like these ideas are so good

Okay but imagine the hatred is very mutual. They both despise each other. It started when Bruce first took Dick in, because he’d been on and off with Talia for years. And Talia hated that Bruce committed to a child but not to her. A child who isn’t even his blood.

She told Dick from the moment they first met that one day she would marry Bruce, and she’d ship Dick off to boarding school the first chance she got. That she’d have a real child with Bruce, and Bruce would forget all about Dick. That Dick was a fleeting fancy and soon enough, Bruce would be done playing with his new toy.

And Dick is nothing if not petty. He becomes a stage 5 clinger with Bruce, never letting go, making Bruce carry him, hold him, play with him. He screams and cries and begs if Bruce doesn’t stay with him. And Bruce is so freaked out, so worried, so afraid of screwing up Dick’s childhood that he gives in to any little request. He carries Dick around everywhere. They’re always holding hands. Dick barely gives him a moment’s peace.

And after a gala where Talia managed to get Dick alone long enough to threaten him (again), Dick is now resting snugly in Bruce’s arms, his own arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck, and he sends a cheeky little wave at Talia as they’re leaving. Then he quickly follows it up with making the rudest faces and gestures towards her, but no one else is around to see it. No one will ever believe her.

They both drive each other nuts.

Fast forward several years, and the JL is teaming up with a few rogues for whatever reason. And Nightwing and Talia get paired up. They’re outwardly pleasant, but they’re both saying horrible things to each other under the breath when everyone is distracted.

Then they get back, and even though their part arguably went the smoothest, they enter the Watchtower just screaming at each other.

“You’re an evil fucking bitch, you know that?” he snaps. “I’m still not entirely convinced Damian is even yours, no way a kid like that came from a wicked witch like you!”

“You will not speak of my son, you little circus rat!”

“You’re just jealous he likes me better! Just like B; that really must grind your gears, always coming in second place to such a rotten little interloper like myself. Isn’t that what you always called me?”

“I ought to pull your intestines out through your bellybutton and hang you with them.”

“I’d like to see you try!”

Their argument devolves into name calling, shouting, rude gestures, and Nightwing actually sticking his tongue out at her.

When they hear Talia call him, “a rotten little boy who should’ve fallen with his parents,” Damian finally puts a stop to it. He stands in front of Dick and glares at his mother, barking at her to cease this behavior and apologize for saying such an awful thing.

“It’s alright, Dami, it’s fine,” Dick is quick to say, tugging Damian away, holding him close. “She’s said way worse, don’t worry about it. Let’s go home. Do you want to get Batburger with me?”

Damian is horrified to learn his mother has said such terrible things to Dick. He’s even more horrified when Dick lets it slip that they’ve been at each others throats since Bruce first adopted him. He holds on tightly to Dick’s hand, saying in a weak little voice that that’s an abhorrent way for an adult to treat a child. Dick just laughs it off, but he squeezes Damian’s hand and tries to change the subject.

They eat Batburger on top of a tall building in Gotham, looking out at all the lights.

Everyone else was also horrified, but they knew to give Dick his space. Bruce will ask him about it later, once he’s cooled down.

#dick grayson #talia al ghul #damian wayne #asks #fic ideas

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wellthisissuperunnatural · 21 hours ago

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Cherry Stems || MINORS DNI

Summary: You think you don’t have a chance with Dean, and you’ve accepted that. That is until he clocks you one night while lost in your thoughts and it turns out you have a chance after all.

Tags: Dean Winchester/Reader, Pinch of Angst if you blink, Smut, Loverboy Dean, Soft Dom Dean, Cunnilingus, Spanking (once), Petnames (Pretty girl, Sweetheart, Baby, etc.), Dirty Talk, Sex without protection (wrap it uppp), Slow Soft Sex, Creampie, Smite me down if you must but I won’t stop.

Ducky's Quote Quota: “I wanna grab his cheeks and go AWWWEEEE then I wanna grab his cock and go EURRRRRRRHHHHNNN EUURRRRRRHHHHNNNN! LIKE A STICKSHIFT!”

“I bet you can’t tie this cherry stem into a knot with your tongue.”

If there was something Dean liked, it was a challenge. And Dean never backed down from challenges. You would’ve never handed over your alcohol-soaked cherry you plucked from the bottom of your glass to Dean if you knew he’d start doing this every time you or Sam ordered a drink or milkshake with a cherry.

It was cute watching his brows furrow together and tongue prod around against his cheeks as he focused, and then his face lighting up as he held the tied stem between his perfect teeth. Of course, he was able to tie the cherry stem with his tongue. You would be stupid to think otherwise with the number of women he’s been with. Admittedly, you just wanted to see that familiar boyish grin on his face that etches across his face when he proudly shows off anything he’s done. And he does.

But you’ve created a monster.

“Hey! C’mon, man, I was going to eat that,” Sam grumbles as Dean shrugs and bites into the cherry. Already having finished his meal and dessert, Dean was left to boredly watch you and Sam finish the rest of your meals slowly.

“Too slow,” Dean says after chewing and swallowing the sweet fruit, slipping the stem into his mouth to try and tie it.

Sam gives you a look, the “do you see what you’ve done” look. You just give Sam a small, sympathetic smile, but you’re shriveling up inside— beating yourself up for doing this— to both of you. It’s mostly worse for you because you can’t stop thinking about Dean’s mouth. You already thought he had the prettiest lips, plump and kissable. But with the addition of what his tongue could do? You’re ruined.

He’s still playing with the stem in his mouth by the time you and Sam are following him out the door and getting into Baby to drive back to the motel. And you can’t help but stare intensely from the backseat, eventually meeting Dean’s equally piercing, yet curious gaze in the driver’s mirror. “Looks like you’re thinking real hard back there, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I’m trying to use the force to choke you.”

“Well, with the way you’re looking at me, you’re choking the wrong part.” Dean grins, shooting you a wink that has you snapping out of your tense stare to look away sheepishly. Your heart can barely take it.

“Dean, that’s gross,” Sam groans, covering his face in secondhand embarrassment at Dean’s flirting. Dean just lets out a throaty chuckle before putting the car into drive and taking off in the direction of the motel.

You liked to think that you had a chance with Dean at one point, when you were younger and naive.

Freshly thrown into the world of hunting a couple years ago, you thought you could conquer anything with nothing but Bobby’s knowledge and half-baked skills— all the while running on a maximum of three hours of sleep and a case of energy drinks that were sure to be shutting down your insides soon. You learned your lesson quickly when you nearly lost your head fighting an axe-throwing vengeful spirit, only to be saved last second by Dean pulling you out the way. Despite being chewed out for being so reckless, you couldn’t help but think about how he was one of the prettiest men you’ve ever met. You didn’t plan to stick with the brothers either, it just kind of happened. And Bobby lectured you about how good it would be for you since they were so experienced, so it seemed as if you didn’t have much choice anyway.

You curse Bobby sometimes because of it when you find yourself wanting Dean like you’ve never known what true yearning meant until him. Hands grasping for his only to find your curled fingers empty and his across the bar on someone that wasn’t you. You tried to get over it, really tried, but no one ever felt right— even when they felt vaguely like him in between if you squeezed your eyes closed hard enough.

Arriving at the motel, you can feel a sigh of relief slip from your lips seeing the neon red letters blinking in and out sporadically. Sam must’ve been feeling the same thing because he’s the first out of the car and halfway to the room. And just when you think you’re about to be free from this self-made hell you’ve created, opening the car door to get out as well, Dean calls out to Sam.

“Hey, Sammy? We’re goin’ to the convenience store real quick, be back in a bit.”

You pause halfway out of the car, eyes flickering over to meet Dean’s unreadable gaze as he tilts his head for you to get into the front.

“Uh, alright,” Sam says, sharing a brief look with you as you open the passenger door. And the look on your face had Sam biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “Have fun,” is the last thing you wanted to hear from him, mouthing an aggressive “you’re dead to me” before sitting in place where Sam previously was.

You shouldn’t be this nervous. Why were you so nervous? It’s not like you haven’t driven alone with Dean before. You think maybe it’s because of his recent habit he’s picked up that you can’t get off your mind, but you figure out that it’s most likely because he’s quiet. He’s too quiet. No obnoxious singing, no reaching over the console to ruffle your hair or prod at your side to get you to laugh, nothing. And it makes you uneasy.

Looking at him from the corner of your eyes— he doesn’t seem angry. Sure, his eyebrows are narrowed deeply into his glabella, but the rest of his face seems more thoughtful than anything with the stem bitten between his perfect teeth. Maybe he’s constipated? God, you don’t know anymore— does he know? Maybe Sam told him, but Sam would never betray you like that. And now he’s looking over at you with that weird look on his face like you’re the weird one—

“You good?”

No, not really, you feel like a skittish animal who’s never seen a human in its life. “What? Yeah, I’m fine, I’m good, I’m—“ you pause to clear your throat and lean back in your seat while making a small motion with your hand, “— chill… why?”

Dean suppresses a snort, face contorting into one of amusement as you fumble nervously over your own words. He turns back to look ahead, index finger tapping against the steering wheel slowly. “You’re fidgety.” He takes the tied stem from his teeth and mindlessly tosses it into the cup holder.

“I’m not fidgety, you’re fidgety,” Is your quick retort as you cross your arms over your chest and avert your eyes. “I’m cool.” Christ, you act as if you’ve never been around a guy before.

“Uh huh…” By his body language, now Dean’s shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Great, you made him uncomfortable. “Look—“ he starts out and you dread hearing the “I know you like me but we’re just friends” speech. “If I made you uncomfortable earlier with my joke, I… uh, sorry,” he says almost sheepishly. And you don’t get why he’s apologizing because it’s not the first time he’s ever made a flirty comment or joked with you like that before.

“What? Dean— no, you didn’t…” You trail off, hands falling onto your thighs to tap your fingers anxiously. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

“You looked it. And maybe it’s just because I didn’t notice it before, but I don’t wanna do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with, y’know?”

Banging your head against the window would be ten times better than confronting what you’re about to confront. Damn him and damn your inability to hide the flustered expression creeping over your face. “It’s not like that,” you manage out in a strained voice.

“Then what’s it like?” There’s a tinge of frustration as he says your name and looks over at you. “Because I don’t get— “

You don’t say anything, your silence answers enough as you turn your head and look away nervously like a guilty dog after chewing up the furniture.

“Oh.”

Oh.

There’s a long beat of silence that hangs in the air between you like a thick fog, weighing heavy on your chest. You don’t dare look at him, not when your ears are burning and your stomach’s trying to climb into your throat. You try to stay calm, keep your cool, but your heart is thumping like it’s about to knock your ribs loose.

“You— you like me? Like… like-like me?” Dean says it out loud like he’s in disbelief at the thought.

You let out a short breath in what could sound like exasperated amusement at his words. “I want you. I’ve wanted you, Dean.”

Now he looks at you. Fully turns his head for a second, his jaw slack with surprise before he quickly turns back to the road.

You laugh, self-deprecating and breathless. “See? This is why I didn’t say anything.”

“No—no, hold on,” Dean says, pulling Baby over into a near-empty parking lot and throwing her into park. He twists in his seat to look at you now, eyes searching yours like he’s trying to solve you. “You’re saying that you actually… you’ve got a thing for me? Like, have had a thing?”

You let out a groan like you’re in pain. “Yes, Dean— since the axe-wielding ghost that tried to mount my head on a wall.”

Dean blinks. “You’re kidding.”

You shake your head.

“That’s… fuck.” He rubs a hand over his face. “All this time, and I’ve been—” he groans. “Jesus. I thought you were just… not into me.”

You finally meet his eyes again, confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I’m into you,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “And I’ve been too chicken shit to say anything ’cause I didn’t wanna screw up what we had. I figured if you did like me, you would’ve said something by now.”

You blink this time.

And then you’re cracking up into a fit of laughter, not entirely sure if it’s from the situation or if you’re about to lose your mind over the fact that Dean Winchester of all people wanted you.

Dean gives you a look, one that’s unsure and slightly concerned.

“Sorry,” You quickly stop laughing and clear your throat, avoiding his eyes again. “I just—“ you take in a deep breath and exhale, leaning back into the passenger seat. “I feel stupid now,” You murmur, head tilting back to press against the headrest as you look at the roof like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, well I feel stupider.”

Both of you sit in silence for what feels like eternity as awkwardness eats away at your nerves until Dean is picking up the cherry stem from earlier and messing with it between his fingers, like he’s waiting for something. And Dean doesn’t wait. At least he usually doesn’t.

But this was different.

“Dean.”

His gaze meets yours, a sheepish almost hesitant look on his face as you push down the urge to run away from the situation.

“Can I kiss you?”

You can practically see him perk up at the question, lips curling just wide enough to show his perfect teeth with a gleam in his eyes. “Really?” His mouth twitches like he’s rewiring before clearing his throat and relaxing. “I mean, yeah.”

And your lips pull into a small grin at his behavior before moving in your seat to face him, his own body turning to you as your hands subconsciously find their way to cup either side of his face to pull him forward over the console.

What you didn’t expect was for him to get too excited and shift his head forward eagerly, forehead slamming into yours.

“Fuck!”

“Ow— shit, sorry!”

You hiss in pain, hand flying to rub at the spot as Dean winces. “Let me kiss you, Dean. You’re like a walking OSHA violation for romance,” You grumble.

Despite the countless women he’s been with, Dean doesn’t remember ever being this awkward— or embarrassed. But he can’t help but get nervous, because this isn’t a passing one-night stand with any woman. You know him. You’ve seen him at his worst moments, the ones where he’s screaming until his vocal cords are raw and his chest is heaving, the ones where he breaks everything he touches because he’s never known how to truly fix things regardless of the bravado he puts on acting like he does.

And it scares him.

Because you’ve never pulled away, never looked at him differently. He wasn’t just a hunter, wasn’t just Sam’s older brother, wasn’t just someone who was doing everything they could to stop an apocalypse— he was just him. Just Dean.

And when your lips finally pressed to his, he was yours.

Dean melts near instantly when your lips slant to shape against him, a calloused hand dropping the stem he’d been anxiously fidgeting with to rest on the back of your neck. There’s a sighed groan that rumbles through his chest and into his throat, head tilting to deepen the kiss. You’re able to taste the cherry pie he had earlier at the diner when he coaxes your lips apart to explore the inside of your mouth, tongue lapping against your own salaciously—mind growing fuzzier each passing second. You refuse to pull away until you’re out of breath and taking in gulps of air, but even then, you’re still hovering just centimeters away from Dean’s lips. He looks just about the same as you, chest rising and falling heavily but ignoring the need for any air other than the breath on your lips. His eyes flicker over your face to take you in, hand moving from your nape to cup the side of your face to carefully wipe his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Wish I did this years ago,” He whispers breathlessly before guiding you into another kiss. This time, his hands are dropping to your thighs to scoop you from your seat as he unbuckles your seatbelt to pull over the console onto his lap. Your legs shift to straddle him properly, ass pressing into the steering wheel before a loud blaring of the horn has you and Dean jumping away from each other. You let out a quiet snort shortly after realizing what happened, leaning forward away from the wheel and into Dean’s chest with your hands resting on his broad shoulders.

“This isn’t very tactical,” You point out with a small grin, Dean chuckling at the levity of the situation before it tapers off into a thoughtful hum.

You watch his head tilt and eyes flit over the backseat before meeting your gaze again, his hands briefly squeezing your thighs. “Depends,” He murmurs, “How far do you want to go?”

Swallowing down the small lump in your throat, you take in the look on his face, the only light reflecting off his features being from the dull luminosity of the moon and faint dashboard lights. And he’s really looking at you, drinking you in like he’d be satisfied if you’d stop here and continue the rest of the night like normal. But that’s the last thing you want because despite the look in his eyes, the bulge in his jeans says otherwise and you don’t think you could say no even if you tried. “Wanna go all the way,” You hear yourself saying quietly before thinking any further.

“Yeah?” Dean murmurs before leaning forward to press a softer kiss to your lips, hands rubbing over your hips before lifting them. “Backseat then, pretty girl.”

A throb pulses through you to your lower stomach, but you hide it by giving a half-hearted nod in return to his words and climb into the backseat, shifting to get comfortable as Dean follows close behind. Just as he climbs over the console, his hand slips off the seat and he tumbles into your lap, foot kicking into the radio with a string of curses following behind as you giggle. The radio crackles to life quietly, the familiar intro to Drive by The Cars playing.

“Fuck—uh, meant to do that,” Dean clears his throat as he moves out of your lap and properly settles into the backseat, kneeling on the seat between your legs.

Your forehead bumps against his, lips clumsily slotting together, hands roaming to undress one another eagerly. You push his jacket off his shoulders, sighing softly into his mouth when his hands ruck up your tank top to grope and palm at your chest. He pulls away from the kiss to tug off the tank top, tossing it aside before leaning back in to kiss down from your lips to your jaw and then to your neck. Sucking in a shaky breath, you can’t help but shiver when his warm lips trail down your cleavage and murmur a surprised noise when his knees drop from the seat to the footwell. “Dean, what are you—” You start out before he’s quietly shushing you and mouthing a trail of kisses down your tummy to the waistband of your jeans.

“Jus’ wanna taste, that okay, baby?” He mumbles against your skin, eyes meeting yours for permission as his hands hover over your jeans.

You crumble under his gaze quickly and nod with a hazy hum before he’s unbuttoning and pulling down your jeans. Your feet kick off your boots lazily when your pants bunch down at your ankles, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

“God, you’re so pretty, sweetheart,” Dean says reverently, fingers ghosting over your inner thighs before pushing them apart to make more room for him. “So fucking gorgeous,” he adds as his eyes fall to the damp crotch of your underwear. “This all f’me, sweet girl?”

“Mhm,” you hum back, hips jolting when he brings a thumb to press against the wet spot, rubbing small circles over your clothed clit. You try not to squirm too much, but it’s difficult when he’s taking his time with you and talking to you like this, not to mention how he’s looking at you with a carnal hunger in his eyes.

Dean’s low and heavy chuckle breaks you out of your muddled thoughts, a moan slipping past your lips as his thumb drags down from your clit to press forward. The shallow feeling of his thumb prodding just at your entrance through the cloth causes your hips to jolt again. “Sensitive, sweetheart?”

“Dean—” you whine out, growing frustrated with his teasing touch. “Please,” you whisper, hands holding yourself steady on the seat, nails digging into the vinyl seat. “Need you.”

Groaning roughly, Dean’s fingers are curling into your underwear and tearing them off before hooking his arms around your thighs and angling your hips to fit against his mouth. The first taste he has of you is a filthy mouthful, tongue dragging through your slick folds upwards to your clit, sucking harshly enough to make your hips buck up.

You gasp out, hand flying to his hair to grip at the short strands as he laps you up with fervor, arms trapping your thighs from shutting around his head. “Baby— feels s’fucking good.” But he’s barely paying attention, too busy burying himself further between your thighs like it was his salvation. And he can’t help but chastise himself over taking so long to finally have you like this, hands squeezing and holding your thighs to keep them still for him as your arousal drips down his chin.

“Keep still, baby, gotta keep still while I eat this pretty pussy out. Fuckin’ dripping for me,” he rasps out heavily between mouthfuls of your cunt. “Been wanting this, huh? My mouth on you.” You’re trembling in his grasp at this point, but he’s barely started with you. His nose bumps against your clit when his tongue slips down to slide past your tight entrance and then back up to suck around your throbbing bundle of nerves. When you don’t answer him, his hand slaps against the outside of your thigh lightly, mouth parting from your core. “Answer me,” your name slips from his lips and it sounds sinful, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes!” You whimper out, fingers curling into his scalp. “Wanted you, wanted your mouth on me, De.”

“Atta girl,” he gruffly murmurs out before going back to eating you out eagerly, shifting on his knees from how uncomfortable his cock straining in his jeans were. God, did it ache to not be in you, filling you up and stretching you out to fit around him like you were made for each other. But it sure as hell made it worth the ache seeing you crumble beneath him like this, begging for him like his touch is the only thing you’ve ever known.

And when you fall apart, thighs straining against his firm grip in attempts to clamp down on him, he groans into you. You barely make a noise, your mind swimming in pleasure as you grind against his tongue, chest stuttering at the erotic noise of him loudly slurping up everything you have to offer. Your limbs feel heavy, fingers uncurling from his hair to lazily fix it all the while still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Dean lets out a breathless laugh at your blissed out state, pulling away from you as he wipes the rest of his mouth with the back of his hand. “You alright there, sweetheart?”

“Shut up,” you mumble out as you gather yourself back together, watching him move back onto the seat with you. Your legs sit spread over his thighs, sitting between his legs and shuddering when his bulge brushes against your sensitive pussy. “Need all of you.”

“I know, baby girl,” he croons, lips brushing against your own before he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans to pull his cock out of his briefs and nearly signs in relief. It’s thick and lengthy, curved just slightly in a way you know will have your thighs shaking by the end and it’s throbbing with need. When his hand wraps around the shaft of his cock, precum spills out from his tip in rivulets down his length to slicken himself up with a throaty groan. Just as his free hand reaches into his tossed jacket to pull out a condom from his wallet, you grab his wrist.

“M’on the pill, wanna feel you.”

And Dean freezes in place just momentarily to look at you before he’s dropping the condom and crashing his lips against you again like you just broke the world’s best news to him. “Wanna feel you too,” he muffles between your kisses before he’s guiding the tip of his cock to slide between your folds with a moan. “Been thinking about this, having you finally— all spread out and needy for me,” he admits quietly, lips twitching up at the corners when your hips jerk at the way his tip rubs over your clit. He then slips down to your entrance, pressing just barely past your tight hole. “Looking like a goddamn dream,” Dean nearly whimpers as he slides in past the tip, forehead pressed to yours.

Your moans mingle with his own stifled noises, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he crowds you between the seat and his body, squishing you in the best way possible with every inch he’s slowly pushing into your warmth. “Dean,” you mindlessly let out, a desperate whine falling from your lips as he bottoms out finally. “Please, I—“

“You’re perfect, so fucking perfect for me,” Dean pants out, face falling to the crook of your neck as his hips still against you to take a moment. “And pretty,” he adds with a pitchy sigh as he slowly grinds his hips into you in an experimental manner. “Oh, fuck—“

Your ankles lock together around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper despite being pressed against you like the concept of space didn’t exist. “Move, please,” you plead, hips shifting to move along with him until he’s holding you still.

“Uh, uh, baby,” he murmurs, grinding into you again. “You let me do the work. We’ll get there, promise.” His arms wrap around you, hands sliding up your back to hold onto you before he’s sliding in and out of you slowly with his face still tucked into your neck. “Just needed to keep myself from coming right away, you feel too good.”

You’re getting hazy again as his cock breaches places you’re sure no one else could ever reach and accept that you’re ruined for anyone else. You take in his scent, nose and mouth pressed against the slope of his throat as he continues to fuck you slow and thorough like he’s memorizing every ridge and bump inside of you. He smells like faint woodsy cologne with an overwhelming scent that was uniquely him: motor oil, gunpowder, leather, faint smoke, and sweat. And you drown in it, clutching onto him weakly and moaning lowly into his skin when he angles his hips to hit that spongy part buried in you.

“That’s it, baby, all you have to do is let that cock slide in and out of you, just like that,” Dean groans, pace picking up just barely until a mixture of your arousal and his precum is frothing at the base of his cock, dripping down his balls. “My pretty girl— ruin me so fucking good, don’t need anyone else but you,” he rambles mindlessly as he brings his forehead up to press against yours again, lips barely brushing together. “M’all yours. This cock is yours. You hear me, sweetheart?” Dean huffs against your flushed face, chest rising and falling heavily as his hips falter just slightly.

You nod like you’ve barely got any sense left, lidded eyes meeting his pupil-blown ones, barely even a ring of green left. “All yours, too, Dean. Wanna be with you,” you let slip out before you can stop the words from coming out. You’re too far gone at this point, coil drawn tight in your tummy and clit throbbing for his touch.

“Yeah? We can do that,” he whispers before he’s kissing you, lips desperate and hips rutting up in short yet deep strokes into your clenching heat. “Take you out on a proper date tomorrow, how ‘bout that, huh? Just like my girl deserves.”

Your heart clenches in your chest, aching in a good way as you nod again, lips moving along his own subconsciously until he’s pulling away.

“You close, sweetheart? Can feel you around me,” he mumbles, earning a small “yeah” from your parted lips. “Where d’you want it?”

“Inside,” you respond without a second thought, earning a breathy sounding “fuck” in your ears from him.

“You just want it all,” Dean lets out an airy laugh before he’s focusing on bringing you to the edge, half thrusting and half grinding into you with fervor. “Gonna fill you up till you’re fucking stuffed with my cum, baby. Not gonna waste a single drop,” he grunts as he brings a hand between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Coming, Dean— fuck! Please, please, please…” you practically slur out, thighs quivering when he circles the pad of his thumb over your clit harder as he grinds up into your sweet spot one last time, sending you tumbling over the edge again. Your vision blurs momentarily as he ruts into you a few more times, whining under his breath as your tight cunt pulses around him in a desperate need to milk his cock dry until he’s coming in you with a broken curse and stilling hips.

His release fills you, warm and viscous until his balls are emptied and he slowly pulls out, eyes dropping down to watch his cum slip out of your soft pussy with a groan. He uses his thumb to swipe it up before pushing it back in, chuckling at your weak whimper in return. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.” He tenderly kisses your lips as you both catch your breath, resting his forehead to yours.

The radio still plays in the background quietly, multiple tracks ahead now to Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band and you sigh.

“You alright?” Dean asks, eyes flickering over your exhausted expression as he brings his clean hand up to cup the side of your face with care.

“Yeah,” your voice comes out scratchy before you let a beat of silence between you pass over. “Did you actually mean it?” You clear your throat, finally meeting his gaze. “The date…”

Dean gives you a once over before doing a terrible job of holding back a grin, thumb tracing over your cheek. “Wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it, pretty girl.”

Your lips shape into a small smile back. “Okay.”

“C’mon, gotta get back to the motel or else Sammy’ll take all the hot water,” Dean murmurs, placing a final kiss to your forehead before shifting to help dress you and tuck himself back into his jeans.

The drive back to the motel is quiet for the most part aside from Dean’s content humming to the radio, his hand over your thigh— thumb rubbing soothing circles over you.

Sam is still inside, sitting by the small desk table the motel comes with, reading up on some lore when you enter. He takes one look at the both of you, and he isn’t stupid which is why he mockingly asks:

“So, what’d you get at the store?”

“Son of a bitch— that’s what we were out for!” Dean groans, scrubbing his face. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“Shut up, Sammy.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester smut #dean smut #supernatural x reader #I will always drop bomb song recommendations in the middle of smut idc

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holylulusworld · 2 days ago

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Food Container

Summary: You are quirky, kind, and the main deliverer of delicious food.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: sweet reader, chubby reader, angst, distancing yourself, mentions of low self-esteem, fluff

“Oof.” You huffed while balancing three food containers filled with food at the same time. It’s a surprise for your friends.

Not really. They probably expected you to bring the food they’ll need for the little get-together Yelena and Natasha planned last minute.

Ever since you joined the little group, you became the commander of food, the one always having a snack for the hungry mob. You never let them down. You never failed them, not even once.

“Almost there,” you told yourself. If not for the surprise you planned, you’d ask one of them to help you. Walking toward the backyard, you sighed in relief. In a few moments, you could put the containers down to get the rest.

You stopped short in your tracks, hearing Thor’s loud voice boom through the air. You smirked because he was talking about your food.

“Do you think Y/N will bring food again?” The tall blonde asked. “She has the good stuff.”

“You should watch what you are eating,” his brother snapped at Thor, making you wince. “You got a little pudgy there.” He poked Thor’s belly to prove his point.

“What?” Thor huffed. “The ladies like a little cushion. They don’t mind. I can always lose weight, but you’ll always be a beanpole.”

“Guys, stop fighting before the party begins,” you heard Okoye say. She always was the one keeping the guys in line, and you admired her for her self-confidence. You chuckled because the brothers immediately stopped fighting.

“Man, I hope she doesn’t bring food. It was nice in the beginning, but she’s trying to compensate for her lack in other departments with food.” You gasped. A slap to your face would’ve been less painful. “Sometimes a man wants beer, booze, and a burger. Not a three-course meal.”

“Is anyone else annoyed about her quirkiness?” Steve was next to add another stab to your fragile heart. You always wondered why they invited you over one day and became friends with you.

“She’s always so cheerful and happy,” Clint added, making you wince. “Last time she wanted me to join her baking club only because I showed interest in eating cupcakes.”

He’s right. You’ve been very cheerful since you met them. When you moved to town and bought the little house you call your own, you didn’t have any friends. They made you so happy that you wanted to share the feeling.

Inviting Clint was your way to pay him back for helping fix your pipes. You never meant to annoy him or force him to do something he’ll hate. He told you about his girlfriend’s cravings for cupcakes during pregnancy and how he wishes to have your talent for baking.

How goes the saying? The path to hell is paved with good intentions. You should stop trying to make people happy.

“It’s the same with all the food,” Brock said. “She’s exaggerating all the damn time. Maybe it’s like with short people who are always angry. Chubby people try to be nice to buy your friendship with food and kindness.”

“That’s not fair!” Yelena muttered. Hope bloomed in your chest. At least one of your friends would come to your aid and defend you. “Not all short people are always angry.”

After that, you gave up hope. Even Yelena let you down. She didn’t talk low about you, but she didn’t defend you either. Sometimes doing nothing is worse.

You turned back around and tried to walk back to your car as fast as you could. Opening the trunk of your car, you blinked away the tears threatening to fall. It wasn’t worth crying over unwanted food and attention. You’d do what you did before—make yourself scarce to give them space.

“Y/N!” Right when you tried to enter your car and drive away, Bucky strolled toward you. He cocked his head to look inside your trunk, but you slammed it shut. “You’re early.”

“Uh—I was about to tell everyone I won’t make it this time. My boss called, asking me to help them with an urgent problem. Can you tell everyone I’m sorry?” You lied straight to his face.

Bucky watched you closely for a moment. “Are you sure? You could come around later. We will be waiting for you, Y/N.”

“No…” You cut him off, raising your hand. “I won’t make it.”

“What a bummer,” Bucky said, but you didn’t believe him. Why would you? Everyone just proved that your quirks and personality are unwanted, just like your food. “I was hoping for your infamous food.”

He rubbed his belly, but you tried your best to ignore him. Lies. Little white lies were all he told to make you feel better. You were sure about it.

“Maybe next time,” you said, giving him your best fake smile, something you mastered over the years. “I hope you all have fun…” You opened the door of your car, giving Bucky one last glance. “…without me…”

“Where’s Y/N? I thought she wanted to come around too.” Natasha looked around the garden, frowning deeply. You have never missed a get-together so far. “Has anyone seen her today?”

“I saw her when I arrived. She looked like something was bugging her.” Bucky said, confused about your behavior earlier. “Something seemed off with Y/N today. She said something about her boss calling her. I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“No food for me today,” Thor sighed deeply. He had hoped to get more of your food and maybe the recipe for the tacos you made last time. “That sucks.”

“Oh my, Y/N,” your contact from the homeless shelter was overwhelmed with joy seeing all the food you brought to them today. You’re a regular donor and always try to share with people who are in need. “This is so much, and more than you promised.”

“I made more for possible new arrivals and the volunteers. If it’s too much, you can freeze it. It’ll still taste good if you reheat it,” you murmured, ashamed that you lied to her.

“Everyone will be so happy about the food.” She wrapped you in a hug, an honest reaction to your donation. Madelyn used to be homeless in her early twenties too. She honors kindness and friendliness when facing it. “Thank you.”

“I can help today too,” you smiled through the pain your so-called friends caused. “My plans changed last minute.”

It wasn’t easy to accept that your friends didn’t like you and your quirks at all. After two weeks you decided to stop being overly excited or happy all the time.

You stayed away from them. This way, it wasn’t too hard to not be quirky around your friends or bring food to them. Not that you have been very happy since everyone talked low about you.

Today you decided to go for a little walk. You couldn’t hide from the world forever or wait for another week to shop for groceries.

Lost in your thoughts, you pushed your cart along the aisle, sighing as you ended up in front of one of your friends.

“Hey, babe! There you are!” Yelena smiled as if nothing had happened. “We have missed you. Nat told me you didn’t answer her calls.”

“I was,” you tried to come up with a lie, “very busy. My job kept me busy, and I volunteered at the homeless shelter. You know, sometimes life gets in the way.” Yelena easily bought your lie, and you excused yourself, blaming your job and saying you had to go.

Another few days later, you met Thor. He hugged you and immediately asked about your absence. He told you he’s missing you and your food. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

Thor was the only one talking highly about your food and you. He didn’t do anything wrong. “You will come this weekend. Right?”

“I don’t know yet,” you lied once again. Natasha, Yelena, and Okoye left messages asking you to join them for another get-together this weekend. “I volunteer at the homeless shelter and can’t turn them down. Maybe another time.”

You left, not looking back. It pained you to lie to Thor, but I couldn’t be helped…

Another get-together happened without you around. It didn’t matter any longer. Your friends had more fun without you—you were sure about it. None of them missed you, and no one ever will. You were just the annoying and quirky girl that they invited a few times, nothing else.

“Y/N,” you heard Steve call your name from across the street. He waved at you, but his smile faltered when you dropped your gaze and wrapped your arms around yourself. Steve crossed the street to talk to you, but you already tried to find a way to dismiss him. “How have you been? We missed you at the party last weekend.”

“I was busy,” you murmured, barely meeting his eyes. Steve frowned, seeing how nervous and uncertain you looked in his presence.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” You were about to answer when Clint joined the two of you.

“Y/N…hey!” He grinned, holding out his hand. “Good to see you. The gang has missed you.”

“I was about to tell Steve that I must go.” You slowly became better at lying. “You two have a good day.” You went away before one of them could say another word.

“What was that?” Clint asked, confused about your dismissive behavior. “That was so unlike her.”

“Yeah…odd,” Steve watched you walk away, a frown coloring his features. “Do you think she…heard what we said the other day?”

“We were just joking around…” Clint tried to defend the things he said about you. “I mean…uh…we all make fun of each other all the damn time. I call Loki "beanpole" and Thor "chubby Steve." I call Brock the rum guy because he can’t digest rum. Bucky is only the grump with an odd thumb because he once hit his thumb with a hammer. I’m a jokester.”

“Right….” Steve was not too sure about the jokes they made anymore. You’ve changed, and this must’ve had something to do with what they said. “I’m not sure Y/N likes being made fun of…”

“Okay. Let me get this straight.” Bucky cocked his head to look at the, in his opinion, guilty bastards chasing you away. “You complained about her food, happiness, and that she’s always kind?”

He looked at his friends, eyes narrowed while clenching and unclenching his fists. “Guys, she’s the nicest person ever. Y/N never judged one of you or raised her voice. She’s a hell of a cook and doesn’t have to be nice only because she has a nice ass.” He hummed, memorizing your ass.

“Bucky, you’re drooling,” Steve tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Bucky didn’t let him.

“No, punk,” he was in Steve’s face, breathing hard. “You fucked up big time! All of you!” Bucky panted heavily. “Hopefully I can make things up to her.”

Bucky stormed off, cursing his friends under his breath…

“Hello, sweet lady,” Bucky stood in front of your door, two paper bags filled with groceries in his arms. “You offered to teach me how to cook some weeks ago. I came here unannounced because you wouldn’t call me back.”

“Bucky, I,” you sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think you want me to teach you how to cook. I know that I’m annoying and quirky. You don’t have to pretend any longer.”

“Doll!” He quickly put the groceries down to place his hands on your shoulders. “I would never lie to you or pretend to be your friend. I know the others fucked up big time with their big mouths and nothing in their brains.”

You giggled at that. “Bucky…”

“No, no…” He said. “Let me get this out first. They are idiots who talk shit most of the time, but they are sorry. We are used to talking trash about each other, even if some of us are not around. You didn’t know it then and believed we did not like you. We truly do and hope you’ll come back to us.”

He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “You can like me more because I gave it to them good, doll.” Bucky grinned when you smiled back at him. “Right, you like Bucky more.”

“Fine, come in. We can cook together if you have time.” You opened the door wider, walking with it to let Bucky in.

“I knew you liked me better.” He kissed your cheek before entering your apartment. “Let me cook for you, doll, and later, I’ll kick their butts for you…”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #x reader #Food Container #bucky barnes x chubby reader #chubby reader #plussized reader

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lomlando · 17 hours ago

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Oh!

summary: When Kimi asks his teammate an innocent question, secrets are revealed

content warnings: mild language :)!

word count: 1 k

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

SERIES: Messy || may be confusing if read as a standalone one shot!

You quickly stripped down to your sports bra and boy shorts and swung one leg over into the small ice bath waiting for you. The quicker you were in, the quicker you were out was your mentality. Kimi stood, grabbing the edge of the bath beside you, mentally preparing himself for the ice-cold. You sank to your shoulders, feeling the cold make your muscles tense up. You understood why an ice bath was beneficial, but man, did you hate it.

“You know the faster you get in, the faster we can get out, right?” You say, staring at Kimi who had not moved. Two months ago, you both agreed that you would stay in there together as long as the other one did to keep each other company. To maybe make the time go by faster, since you both hated them.

“So, who did you have the other day with 20 questions? George? Max? Lance?” Kimi says, wincing as the cold water finally hits his legs. “I had Franco, super nice guy actually.”

“Lando.” As you said it, Kimi’s body hit the water so fast it made a splash. Like the word had genuinely made him fall back from being so surprised. “Dude, did you just slip?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. So you had Lando?” You could hear the change in his voice; he genuinely was surprised you were paired with Lando, but why?

“Yeah, he was pretty nice actually. I hoped he was, you have always talked so highly of him it would have sucked ass if he was rude.” You say, looking over to Kimi, who was now looking at you in what looks like absolute horror.

“Oh.” He says, snapping his head away from you. Suddenly, the wall in front of both of you was the most interesting thing in the room in his mind.

That Oh. It was not a “Oh!” like ‘Oh, I’m so glad you finally were able to meet him!’ or ‘Oh! How did it go?!’ No, this oh was sinister. Like the “Oh” you say when you realize you sent a text to the person you were talking about, or the “Oh” when you realize you have been calling a person the wrong name for three weeks. Not a good oh by any means.

“Why did you say oh like that?”

“What do you mean?” Kimi finally shoots his head back over to you. He knows he’s caught. Even in the 20-degree water, he is still practically sweating. “I meant like ‘OH!” He changed his inflection completely. You can see right through it, though. “You know I love Lando, I’m glad you finally got to meet him.” Kimi begins to stand up. “I think I’m done for the day, I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to get changed.”

Before you can even protest about how short the stint was, Kimi is already out the door.

By the time Kimi comes back into the room ten minutes later, you are still sitting in the tub, still confused by the ‘oh’.

“Oh,” Kimi says as he lets out an awkward laugh, “I thought you would be changing by now, too.”

Before you could even really think, you leap out of the small tub and lunge towards the door. You had to know what Kimi meant earlier.

“What the fuck, are you really blocking me in here?”

You were a sight to see, you were sure of it. Soaking wet, standing in a growing puddle, arms and legs sprawled out in front of the large door as if you were a starfish protecting their sand.

“You aren’t leaving this room until you tell me what you meant by that, 'oh, ' Antonelli. We promised each other no secrets.”

Kimi puts his arms up in defeat. “Listen, not everyone has to like you. You’re gonna have to learn that. Especially being in this sport. You know I still remember…”

As Kimi was rambling about what you, assume, to be a hate train he remembers his rookie year, he hadn’t even noticed you drop your arms and legs back to normal. What did he mean by that? As far as you were concerned, Lando and you had a fine time filming together. You hadn’t ever laughed for that long in your life, much less that hard as that day.

“What do you mean by that?” Now, a lot more reserved, almost hoping Kimi would refuse to answer.

“Okay, look, full story. I was talking to Lando the other day and asked who he was paired with. He said a rookie, then told me he didn’t care for them. I really thought he was talking about one of the other two, or I would have defended you. For what it's worth, I think you’re great.” Kimi says moving past you out the door. “Look, don't let it get you down. Take him down next week on the track.” He yelled back down the hallway, walking backwards towards the exit.

Kimi was right, next week all 20 of us would be in Monaco for the opening weekend, nothing else should matter. You should be focused only on racing.

But the only thing on your mind that you could get out was, “oh.”

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celestiaras · 15 hours ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ bring your baby downtown (go cheerleader!) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. rumi (+ jinu) x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ fans think you and jinu are together, and rumi is not happy about it┊1.6k words

contains: jealousy, crazy fans, hard-launching a relationship

➤ author's note: ahhh i feel like i could have executed this better and also it's a little off prompt so sorry T-T (happy last day of pride month homophobia doesn’t exist here)

“i just don’t get why fans are shipping them!” rumi shouted in frustration as she delivered a strong kick to the face of the demon. “they sit next to each other at one event to follow the seating chart, and all of a sudden, they’re the next kpop ‘it’ couple— what’s the logic behind that?!”

“okay, but are fans really shipping them together, or did you just see someone on twitter say they would look cute together? there’s a difference.”

“no, like people are really shipping them together! they have an official ship name and everything— there’s like a thousand edits of them to love songs on tiktok and like… a couple dozen fics of them on ao3…”

“god damn it!”

perhaps having this discussion while fighting underworld creatures wasn’t the best idea, being both the wrong time and place, but the vocalist needed to get this off her chest once she found out about it. it was so preposterous and wrong in her mind that she had to do a triple take before it really sunk in what she was reading.

it’s been exactly one week since that day when you met the black-haired leader of the saja boys at an event, only interacting because you both were following the seating charts and happened to be placed next to each other. there was nothing special or different about it compared to when you’re talking to other celebrities, yet in some way that she couldn’t even fathom, people started thinking that both of you would make the cutest pairing.

she was at the event as well, but couldn’t quite see what the two of you were up to from a distance aside from being friendly. when the footage came out in a better quality than her eyesight, she rewatched the footage over and over again, watching like a hawk at all the little microexpressions and doing her best to read your lips to figure out where this assumed chemistry originated from, but she came to the conclusion that it just doesn’t exist and that the fans were being straight up delusional.

that man has been the bane of her existence in every way possible ever since he entered her life. first he tries to steal her fans with his industry plant boy group, then he tries to blackmail her with her biggest secret, and now he’s trying to steal away her girlfriend! she brings up the topic incessantly every time they have their secret meetings, and no matter what he swears or how often he plays innocent, she doesn’t believe for a second that he doesn’t also have feelings for you. it’s all in the little things, how he stutters and blushes red at the mention of you and how fans thought you two were the cutest— god, she hates him!

“you do realize that people think you’re jealous of her and not him, right? they noticed you staring at them the entire time the awards were being given out and think you’re all in some sort of love triangle.”

“why would they even think that? i don’t even like jinu on a base level! he’s a demon who’s clearly trying to take advantage of our unsuspecting fans— how do people think that i’m into him instead of her?! i thought it was obvious i liked girls— my instagram profile picture literally shows me wearing eyeliner in the colors of the bi flag!”

“either way, you can’t really change what the fans think. don’t let it get to you too much, she would never pick him over you.”

mira was right. you can’t be stolen away when you didn’t have an ounce of romantic interest in him and had your heart set on her, but she still can’t help but fume like a steaming kettle every time she goes on her phone to find her entire ‘for you’ page covered photos (both real and edited) of that stupid demon next to her girlfriend with hearts in the captions.

the worst part is that you didn’t have the foggiest idea what was going on. as one of the most well-known soloists in the hemisphere, you preferred to stay away from social media and possible hate comments or crazy fans that would impact your mental health. your management took care of your social media and promotions as well as informing you about public perception, so you were fortunate enough to be able to focus on yourself, your songwriting, practicing choreography, and spending time with rumi.

rumi, who has been acting a little strange over the past few days. she thought you wouldn’t have noticed because you were busy with the debut of a new single, but you certainly did and was confused about her sudden change in behavior. she’s more clingy and possessive, yet refuses to admit that there was something bothering her. mira and zoey also wouldn’t tell you anything, but judging by their hesitance, you suspected that she had told them not to say anything either.

with the lack of mutual friends who knew about your very private relationship, you somehow ended up meeting with jinu for coffee. you aren’t exactly sure if she let it slip to him or if he managed to figure it out on his own, but either way, he knew about it and offered an outsider's perspective on what you could do about the situation.

little did you know, even though you both were wearing sunglasses and hoodies, there was someone who recognized you and snapped a candid photo of you two entering the cafe together. it’s only a casual outing between friends without a hint of anything romantic to get advice for your actual relationship, people took the picture and ran with it, coming up with their outlandish speculations of it being a date and believing that your latest song about finding true love was dedicated to him.

that was the final straw for rumi, and she soon hatched a plan on how to hard-launch your relationship in a way that left no room for interpretation. there wasn’t going to be any ‘close friends’ or ‘sisters’ theories with this, they were going to know. normally, she prefers to keep these things private, but she refused to have fans misled about who you were really linked to.

“are you sure this is a good idea? it’s gonna put everyone in a frenzy.”

“right? like this is gonna be in the history books!”

“i’m sure, it’s gonna be perfect.”

this plan was bold and possibly a bit irrational, but she knew it would work out perfectly in the end. it didn’t take too long to think of, all it needed was a single action and a ton of confidence, and the perfect setting to execute it was at one of the up-and-coming annual award ceremonies for the best musicians in the nation where you were going to be announcing the winners and nominees.

she was more nervous about this secret plan than anything, evident in how she was constantly fiddling with the hem of her dress and how her posture wasn’t as completely straight as it usually was. it made the usual jitters from all the flashing cameras and mini-interviews by photographers seem like child’s play, so she was very grateful towards mira and zoey for letting her lean on them.

out of the corner of her eye, she could see you socializing with the others in a gorgeous satin midi dress, being absolutely dazzling with that smile of yours that attracted everyone to you like bees to honey. everyone including those damn saja boys, particularly jinu who had all the cameras flashing blindingly whenever he got too close to you. the sight made her bite the inside of her cheek and pout, but she wouldn’t let it bother her even though the thought of it was pissing her off during the entire duration of the event. she’s going to keep her cool this time, and no one would be able to study her reactions and make assumptions about what she was thinking when the live recording is eventually uploaded.

“and this year’s winner for ‘artist of the year’ goes to…” you paused dramatically for special effect, opening the golden envelope to peek inside. there wasn’t a doubt in your mind who it would be, and you couldn’t help the feeling of pride that bloomed in your heart, “rumi, zoey, and mira of huntrix!”

the crowd let out a round of applause as the trio joined you on the stage, zoey doing a little skip and dance to she received the award before doing their touching minute-long speech of a lot of thanks and gratitude to their fans and those who have helped them along the way.

as rumi stepped away from the center, she took a deep breath, and instead of stepping off like she was supposed to, she pulled you in for a kiss on the lips before drawing in close to use the microphone attached to your headset, “she’s my girlfriend, by the way!”

a simple statement and a kiss, nothing too passionate, just something small and tender, but the entire audience gasped in surprise before erupting in chaos (the good kind of chaos, the one with cheering and people screaming various things in support).

you were clearly confused and laughed, “of course, i am, who else’s girlfriend would i be?”

“you’re so chronically offline, i’ll tell you about it later.”

the news was like wildfire for the next few days while you both stayed away from the public eye to let it die down. most fans had jumped off the ship of you and jinu and were happily boarding the one of you and rumi, letting it sail at full speed and pouring in all of their support of your newly revealed relationship as you both quickly took the crown as kpop’s newest ‘it’ couple.

request:

May I PUHLEASE request a Jealous!Rumi x Fem!Soloist!Reader? The reader is a well-known soloist who somehow was being shipped with Jinu despite having absolutely no interaction with him at all. And of course, Rumi starts acting up, showing subtle hostility towards Jinu for another reason other than because he's a demon who clearly means harm upon their beloved fans. Mira and Zoey, along with their many fans starts to think that it was because she was jealous of the reader. But what they don't know is behind those empty stares lies hidden affection which they only lay bare when they're alone. They've been in a secret relationship for a few years now, and they've hidden it well. But after the rumors that started about the reader and Jinu where they were supposedly seen having a romantic date, and another rumor that stated that the reader's latest song was dedicated to Jinu, Rumi finally decided to take matters into her own hands. So during an awarding where idols were to gather on stage, after receiving their award, Rumi immediately marches up to the reader, and in front of everyone, she pulls her into a searing kiss then walks away like she hadn't just staked her claim and smudged the reader's perfectly applied lipstick. It ends with the reader jokingly and shyly apologizing with: "Forgive my girlfriend's behavior. It's her way of throwing a tantrum." (I apologize if this too damn long, I wanted it to be detailed for you🥲)

#📜. her works #rumi #rumi x reader #rumi kpop demon hunters #rumi kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters x reader #huntrix #huntrix x reader

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 day ago

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Since 1943

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> Bucky hasn't danced since 1943, until he dances with you.

Disclaimer: Mostly fluff and cute moments, secret relationship, writing letters and sending postcards, platonic!sam, a storm knocks the power out, dancing under candle light.

You’d met him in a diner just outside of New York at around 11pm at night.

A heavy storm had been over the city for the last few days, and you had been put on the graveyard shift at work for the last three weeks. And, you’d just been given two weeks off. You sleep schedule was kinda fucked.

“Here.” You handed him a towel.

He took it with a slight awkward smile. “Thanks.”

He ran it over his head and face for a minute or two, trying his best to clear the storm water from his ears.

“Don’t you have an umbrella?”

“In this weather, I don’t think it would keep me very dry.”

You chuckled, “No, I guess you’re right.” Then you held your hand out.

“I’m Y/n.”

He took it almost as awkwardly as he smiled. “Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Bucky nodded and dropped your hand lightly just before the waitress came back inside. She smiled brightly.

“Another victim caught in the storm of a century. What can I get for you, hunny?”

“Just, uh, a coffee. Please.”

“Coming right up. Take a seat.”

And so he sat a few stools down from you at the counter.

“Brooklyn, right?”

Bucky looked around, a little confused. But then he nodded. “Uh, yea- yes.”

You smiled. “What brings you this far out of the city?”

He shrugged, softly. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah,” you said, lifting the cup of coffee to your lips. “Fellow insomniac.”

The waitress, Minnie, returned. She laid the cup of coffee in front of Bucky. “Here you go, hunny.”

As he thanked her and she left to go and serve one of the truckers sat at a booth, Bucky turned to you.

“What about you? Where are you from?”

You told him. “I lived in Brooklyn for a couple years. That's why I recognised the accent.”

Bucky nodded before turning back to his cup of coffee. And for a few seconds, you were silent, watching him. And something told you to move a few stools closer.

“I’m going to live in London.”

“London?”

You nodded, “Have you ever been?”

Bucky nodded slightly. “Once. A long time ago.”

“Is it as great as they say? I don’t, you know, want to get there and it is not be as great as they say.”

Bucky waited for a moment. “It’s been a couple years since I’ve been, but, yeah. It’s a good place.”

You smiled. “Good.”

“Are you going anywhere else?”

You nodded with a proud smile. “Paris, Rome, Florence, Madrid. I’ve spent all of my life either at home or at work.”

“And when did you decide on taking this big adventure?”

“A few days ago. But, don’t tell my boss.”

Bucky made a motion to zip his lips shut and threw away the key. Then he smiled. It made something flutter in your stomach.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’ve got no-one else to tell,” you answered honestly before turning your legs under the counter. “And Minnie has been flirting with Bill for the last ten minutes.”

Bucky craned his neck to see where you were looking. Lo and behold, Bill was blushing bright red, holding his trucker hat against his chest.

As Bucky and you are watching a whole new romance play out in front of them, a lightbulb went off in his head.

“You should send me postcards.”

You turned back to him, “What?”

Bucky smiled. “Postcards. If you really have no-one else to tell…you could send them here.”

You smiled a little. “Would you be here to receive them?”

Bucky nodded. “This is the first decent cup of coffee I’ve had in months, so…” Bucky turned back to you and smiled. “Yeah. I’ll be here.”

And he was.

The next day, you made a call into your job and booked your first flight to London. Three days later, Bucky received the first postcard from Minnie as he sat down for a cup of coffee. He had no way of contacting you, so he waited for the next one.

Which, thankfully, came with a letter.

“Anything interesting, hunny?”

Bucky looked up. “Do you have any paper?”

Minnie smiled, putting away the coffee pot before producing three sheets of A4 paper. Bucky thanked her before pulling a pen from his jacket pocket and he started writing.

For six months, you and Bucky exchanged postcards and letters. Every once in a while, when you were a little homesick, he would send you a postcard from New York. First, it was Brooklyn, then it was Manhattan – then a random one from North Dakota – and a third NY one with the Empire State building on the front.

After six months, he sent you his address. It was a single PO box based in New York somewhere. The diner was undergoing some repairs since Minnie had bought it from the owner.

“Whatcha reading?”

Bucky quickly stuffed the letter behind a few pages of his book before Sam could read it. “Nothing.”

“You’re blushing like a kid that got caught sending love letters. Ooh, has someone got a girlfriend?”

Bucky chuckled. “It’s nothing, Sam.”

Sam smiled. “You have been like Tigger on steroids waiting for letters and now…postcards?”

Sam plucked the corner of one from the book and held it up. Bucky quickly took it back before placing it back with the letter and standing.

“Is there something I should know?”

Bucky sighed as he got to the kitchen. For a moment, he turned on his heel. He’s wanted to tell Sam, but telling Sam would land him in hot water with the rest of the team. Why didn’t they get to know? Who was she? Where is she?

Which would only lead Yelena and Kate to do snooping that could go as far as stalking the streets of Europe to find you.

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone else. We’re just friends and it’s not that big of a deal.”

Sam hurried forward, drawing a cross over his heart before taking a seat. And for twenty minutes, Bucky explained everything about you to Sam. Where you’d met, what you had said to him, the colour of your eyes, the angle of your smile, the sound of your laughter, where you were going, where you’d been…

Everything.

“And now you’re in love with her.”

Bucky tried to think of an argument but Sam already beat him to it.

“You were a soldier in the 40s. You of all people should know how people can fall in love over letters.”

Bucky had to agree there. Plenty of his fellow soldiers had a girl to write to back home, even though they’d probably only met two days earlier.

“You know what?” Sam stood up and plucked a business card from the fridge.

A few days before, Joaquin had pinned it under a magnet Ava had bought from the last time she’d been in England. He had found a little dance hall in the city that had ballet classes every Tuesday, and was saving it to show Yelena when she returned from her mission somewhere in Asia.

“They have a dancehall thing every Friday. You should invite her. When does she get back?”

“In two weeks. But, I doubt she’d want to go.”

Sam shrugged as Bucky finally took the business card. “Can’t hurt to ask.”

And it didn’t.

Because you said yes.

“Where is she?”

Bucky had been relaxing against the table, letting his mind go ten times to the dozen about where you could be. You’d agreed to meet at 6 pm on the dot. It was approaching half past.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked Sam.

Sam shrugged and looked around the room. Although he’d never seen a picture of you, the description Bucky had given had been both slightly vague, yet oddly specific.

“I wanted to meet her. You’ve been talking to her for almost a year, Buck. And as your self-proclaimed bodyguard-”

“Glad it’s self-proclaimed.”

“-I needed to see what all the fuss was about. For all you know, she could be a serial killer.”

Bucky chuckled. “She’s not a serial killer.”

“You don’t know that.”

Bucky tilted his head, a little before taking a swig of his beer. He couldn’t physically get drunk but the placebo effect was helping calm his nerves a little.

“What time was she meant to be here?”

“Six,” Bucky answered nervously.

Even if Sam wasn’t Bucky’s best friend, he’d be able to read the expression on Bucky’s face. He was worried you weren’t going to show.

“Maybe she’s just caught in traffic. The storm that’s rolling in has shut down some of the roads. They still need to clear the drains for the water to leave.”

Bucky nodded. “Maybe.”

Almost as if on cue, both Bucky and Sam heard one of the doors open a few feet away. Though, it was hard to miss. The hinges definitely needed oiling.

Running in from the rain, you shook off the newspaper that had done a pretty terrible job at trying to keep you as dry as possible. Your coat was certainly drenched, though your clothes underneath seemed pretty dry. And your hair was frizzing from the growing humidity outside.

A thunderstorm was definitely on the way.

Dropping the newspaper in the bin, you removed your coat and handed it to one of the staff that rushed over to help you. You thanked her before taking time to look around.

Then you spotted Bucky.

He smiled.

And your stomach did a flip.

You smiled back.

“You look beautiful, sweetie. He’s a lucky man,” the staff member said as she walked back over to you. Then she gave you a small push.

And you were on your way.

Sam made himself scarce, especially when Bucky said something and your head turned and looked directly at Sam before you waved. But he watched as you and Bucky reunited. A certain kind of smile appeared on both of your faces as you sat down and ordered a drink. And for a while, Sam watched from across the dancefloor.

He smiled to himself. Bucky seemed genuinely happy.

But he couldn’t watch for too long, because it wasn’t long until he was asked to dance by one of the members. He accepted and whisked her onto the floor with the rest of the dancing couples.

After thirty minutes or so, Bucky asked you to dance. And you gladly accepted.

“You should know, I haven’t danced since 1943.”

You chuckled into his shoulder. “I trust you, Bucky.”

It was the first time you’d felt that…spark. That kind of feeling you get in your chest that makes the smile on your face impossible to get rid of. That kind of feeling in your stomach that makes you feel giddy, rather than doomed.

“I’m really glad you asked me here tonight, Buck.”

Bucky smiled at you. “So am I. I’m glad you said yes.”

“Were you worried I’d say no?”

Bucky shrugged a little, fixing your hand into his. “A little. We’ve written letters for a year, but technically, we’ve only met once before. On a night, kinda like this one.”

You smiled. He meant the storm.

However, just as you managed to tear your eyes from his blue ones for a moment, the entire building went dark.

Everyone made a noise before looking around.

“Did I just jinx us?” You heard Bucky ask.

“No, it’s probably just the storm. It cuts the power.”

Somewhere across the room, a phone started beeping.

“Buck!”

Bucky looked around until he spotted Sam, holding up his phone around a pillar. He kept hold of your hand as he navigated through the crowd in order to get to Sam.

“The entire block has gone down. Lightning struck the power lines.”

��How long till they come back on?”

Sam shrugged. “A few hours maybe.”

Bucky ran a hand down his face, his other hand still securely in yours.

“What about back-up generators?” You asked.

Another message came through.

“Torres is taking a team down to the main facility. Maybe they can get something up and running.”

Somewhere beside you, a voice spoke.

“What are we meant to do here?”

You, Sam and Bucky all looked between each other. Then another voice spoke, a little closer to Sam.

“The backup generator has been out of commission for months-”

“Why?” Sam asked.

“We’ve called the city multiple times, they just haven’t gotten around to helping replace it. But, we do have boxes of candles in the cellar.”

You, Bucky and Sam all looked at eachother.

“That could work.”

Ten minutes later, Sam was making an announcement from the stage as Bucky lit the candles and you carefully passed them down to each member inside the dancehall.

“Careful, sweetie.”

The little kid, supervised by their parents, nodded and slowly took the bottom of the candle in their hand. By the time you stood back up, you found Bucky smiling softly at you, which made you blush a little deeper.

Eventually, the entire hall became candle-lit. Sam even found some old candle holders in a box, somewhere in the cellar.

The entire room suddenly became incredibly…romantic.

“Would you like to dance?”

You nodded, “I’d love to.”

Bucky nodded back before quickly descending the stage stairs before holding his hand up to you, helping you down to the main floor.

On the dancefloor, Bucky held you like you were his last piece of home he would never let go. And, after travelling for almost a year, and finding some places that felt like they could be home one day, you smiled at the feeling of his arms around you.

Because, despite a random meeting one late night in a diner, Bucky had been your loving anchor to home ever since.

So, with his arms around your waist and your hands over his shoulders, you held him a little closer to you.

Because there was a very real chance, he too, was your home.

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