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One thing that always shits me is how the women of The West Wing always think the best way to get favours out of Sam is to play to his ego. It's often been played off like a joke, and in season one, when it was CJ wanting help learning about census data, Sam played into it, but throughout the show it gets worse. To the point where it's clearly upsetting to him.
I hate watching these women play at acting like damsels to get his help with something when he's probably the only one on the show who would always do pretty much anyone a favour just because he's kind. Sam actually listens to people's arguments. Women included. They don't have to manipulate him into trying to impress them. He's willing to be persuaded and to change is mind. Hell, one time he cancelled a rare holiday (ugh, "vacation") last minute because a man who literally used to beat him up asked for help. Yes, Sam felt responsible for saving a man's life, but that's the point. He cares. Even when it really isn't on him, he'll make it his problem.
#don't even get me started on Mandy saying he owes her#theres no way shes ever done him a favour in her life#she completely played on his selflessness#my darling sam deserved better#he also deserved a boyfriend#i get this is what AS thinks it looks like when women try to assert power#its fucking embarrassing to be honest#but why did they always use sam to do it#hes just a kind lil autistic person#stop trying to manipulate him#sam seaborn#the west wing
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sharp fangs || sam & colby || part two
SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. sam and colby are vamps hehe🧛🏼♀️. TW: SMUT WITH PLOT. this fic contains blood, brief gore, murder but like it’s justified tbh. mainly you just have two vampire bfs obsessed with you lol. made this shit extra long. ps: part three will not take as long i promise. enjoy my beloved readers. MWAH <3
Sam and Colby absolutely adored you. You were the apple of their eye, the air that made them feel like they could breathe again. They couldn’t get enough of you, making a conscious effort to spend every moment they could with you. When you were away they’d clean your apartment. (Or snoop through your things.) When you went to sleep at night they’d take shifts watching over you while the other went out to hunt.
You were so darling while you slept, the contentment and peace on your face the sight of a lifetime to them. In all of their long years they had didn’t think they’d allow themselves to get attached to another human. After the first two hundred years they saw all of their companions die, leaving them alone with just one another. All of their past lovers met the same inevitable demise, death becoming an old friend of theirs.
The routine was beginning to become old, the two deciding interacting with humans was pointless. Humans were so fragile, so unfortunately disposable. Whoever they chose to get attached to could get hit by a bus and die, or catch a simple cold and it’d end the same. They shared the same fears with you, which they tried to repel by watching over you so heavily. You liked it in an odd way, having your two best friends become angels watching over you. Both Sam and Colby only shared two fears. They feared the day you’d unexpectedly die from a tragic occurrence. Turning you into one of them was out of the question, your soul deserving better than eternal damnation.
The only thing they feared more, was when you truly saw them for what they were. They knew everything about them was appealing to you. Their looks, their voice, even down to their scent. They believed you truly cared for them, but they weren’t convinced you actually comprehended how terrifying they could be. How savage and ruthless they could become. They feared once you realized this, a look of genuine horror spread across your face, you’d wish them away. Forever.
Often times they tried to ignore this fear. After all, right now you were standing in between them, asking them questions about being a vampire. Your fingers were intertwined with Sam’s, Colby’s arm lazily hanging over your shoulders. “Coffins?” You asked. Colby chuckled, an ice cold winter breeze flying past the three of you. “Did we bring coffins when we moved in?” He asked. You rolled your eyes, hoping the boys didn’t notice your visible shivering. They did.
It wasn’t unusual for the three of you to go out for a snack late at night, the empty streets allowing Sam and Colby to be visible without disguises or questions. “Alright alright. How about garlic? I may be Italian, you never know,” You asked. Sam had given you his jacket a few minutes ago, your lips still turning more white by the second. How had they not thought this through better? As the blonde looked down at your eyes, the soft doe kind that made their frozen hearts flutter, he remembered. Right, that’s why.
“Human food doesn’t bother us. You can make as much garlic bread to your hearts content,” Sam replied, placing a small kiss to the side of your head. Small snowflakes had entangled themselves in your hair, Sam’s lips forming a frown. You were willing to make yourself this cold and potentially sick for a twinkie? The three of you finally approached the tiny store, Colby handing you a wad of cash. “Jesus Christ, a twinkie does not cost more than a hundred dollars Colbs,” You gasped, looking at the wad of crisp and shiny hundred dollar bills. “I read about inflation all the time. Just get a few snacks so you won’t have to nearly freeze to death for a twinkie,” He insisted.
You smiled softly, placing a kiss on Colby’s cheek. “Alright i’ll be back,” You say, before dipping into the grocery store. Sam and Colby preferred to stand outside, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. “We didn’t have twinkies in our time right?” Colby asked. Sam let out a chuckle. “Dude we were actively there for the salem witch trials. We absolutely did not have twinkies,” He answered. Colby teasingly elbowed him, the two leaning against the brick wall outside of the store.
“Just double checking. Couldn’t recall if we were around to try those hyped up little rolls,” Colby told him. It was odd when they thought about it, how long they had roamed the earth. It was always just the two of them during life and then resurrection. They couldn’t help but feel like you were the final piece to the puzzle, the third to the trio. Yet they feared how long they’d actually have with you. Especially when you opted to eat twinkies a majority of the time instead of actual food. (Colby had agreed to learn how to cook just to get you to eat better.)
Sam’s ears twitched for a split second, the sound of footsteps flooding them. He looked around, both him and Colby as still as statues. “You hear that?” He asked the brunette. Colby nodded, equally as on alert. The weather was undoubtedly freezing. No economic crisis was occurring, there would be no reason for a regular human to be roaming the streets this late at night. “I’ll go check it out. Stay with her and i’ll meet you guys back at the apartment,” Colby huffed, dashing off into the night. The ringing of the bell attached to the store door rang, your happy face emerging into sight. You had already broken into one of your twinkies, taking a big bite. You went to hand Sam the wad of cash, before searching for Colby.
“Where’s Colby?” You asked, wiping the white cream off of your bottom lip. Sam’s mind briefly went to filth, before resuming to the matter at hand. He didn’t want to worry you, but he also didn’t want to lie. Since they had met you they had agreed to not lie, the truth something you’d have to handle if you wanted them around. “He’s off investigating something he heard. He’ll meet us back at the apartment,” Sam explained. You laced your fingers with Sam’s, allowing the blonde to walk you across the street. “You think it’s another one of your kind?” You asked, taking another bite of your twinkie.
Sam purposefully kept you on the side away from the road, ensuring no car would hit you if it came brawling your way. Especially with the icy roads, Sam knew human drivers would be unpredictable. (Big shocker: he wasn’t a fan of automobiles when they came out.) “I doubt it. This is our territory now. Our scent is everywhere,” Sam reassured you. You shoved the empty wrapper in your pocket, leaning on Sam for support as he walked you home. His body was cold and statue like, yet you found comfort the more you touched him.
The three of you didn’t want to make things confusing after you all met. After all, the sex was just supposed to be a one time thing. A peace offering in the boys minds. That’s what it was supposed to be. Yet the memory constantly lingering in the forefront of all of yours minds. There was a not so subtle craving that you all wanted it to happen again, the timing just not seemingly right. Sam and Colby didn’t believe in rushing things, even if you didn’t have all the time in the world as they did. Snow crushed underneath your sets of footsteps, Sam’s hearing acutely on alert for intruders.
Yet he couldn’t find it within himself to hear anything over the soothing sound of your heartbeat. It was music to his ears, the sound gratifying to him. It was so soothing in fact, it was distracting. This distraction created the perfect element of surprise for a man in a ski mask to emerge from the alleyway shadows, grabbing you. “Sam!” You screeched, thrashing against the criminals grasp. Sam was forced to let go of your hand, knowing he’d accidentally tear it off if he held onto you and played tug of war against the criminal. Sam could hear it now, the disgusting blood flowing through the lowlifes veins. He had been so blinded by how ethereal your presence was and now he was paying the price.
The flash of a blade sent Sam into an angry frenzy, baring his fangs at the attacker. “Sam! Help me! Colby!” You screamed, your voice echoing off of the alleyway walls. In the blink of an eye Colby was on the attacker, biting into the side of his neck. The grasp on you was released, your body falling to the ground. You quickly turned around, moving backwards on the icy sidewalk. Colby wasn’t feeding onto your attacker, his gaze was much more intense than that. Much more unhinged. He yanked his head backwards, tearing his throat apart. You barely had time to blink before Sam was on the other side of the attacker, copying Colby’s actions.
Clumps of flesh hit the ground, streams of blood flowing everywhere that you looked. Your attacker was long dead, your heart thumping so loud you thought it may burst out of your chest. You continued to back away, your back hitting a street lamp as you watched Sam and Colby. Any mortality they had, any sense of pride or self control had been washed away by the biggest wave. Neither of them were hungry, the taste of the attackers blood sickening. They received no satisfaction from feeding on him, their animalistic craving ordering them to tear the threat apart.
So they did, the man’s neck now a pile of unidentifiable blood and flesh. You swallowed, staring at your best friends. The ones who did your laundry and watched sitcoms shows with you. The ones who looked over you every single moment of the day, even when you didn’t want them to. The same ones who had once fucked you merciless, your life never having been the same afterwards. Blood coated both of their hands, the same crimson paint dripping down their chins and necks. Sam’s maroon sweater was now soaked, Colby’s leather jacket stained with splatters.
Sam dropped the attacker first, his eyes darting around in search of you. You were a pitiful sight, one Sam wished he didn’t have to see. You were on the ground, your back hugging the closest streetlight. Your hands were buried into handfuls of snow, your fingers turning red from the cold. Your eyes were widen, your gaze refusing to stray from him and Colby. Sam swallowed, the rancid taste of the attackers blood still coating his tongue. He walked in front of you, crouching down to your eye level. “I’m so, so sorry,” He whispered. You looked terrified, surely of them. Sam was very sure, his eyes soaking in what he figured to be the last time he’d see you.
Colby quickly joined his side, the corpse abandoned behind them. You had never seen so much blood before, the color seemingly everywhere you looked. “It’s going to be okay, I promise,” Colby cooed. He brought his hand up to your cheek, lovingly stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The blood was staining your skin, the feeling unnatural and making you slightly uneasy. Yet, when you looked at the two killers in front of you, you felt nothing but pure awe. Sam was trying to find the words to say to you, expecting the worst. Colby didn’t seem to have the same thoughts as him, which only made the situation ten times worse.
“I-I-I-” You began stuttering, unable to form a coherent sentence. How could you do it? How could you ever thank them? They saved your life. The faint sound of sirens interrupted the conversation, the boys heads turning to the left at the same time. “Sorry princess the conversation is going to have to wait. Let’s get you home,” Colby said, scooping you into his arms. You curled up against his chest, the stench of blood flooding your nostrils as you nuzzled against his shirt.
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The boys had gotten you inside safely, setting you down on the couch gently. “Do you need anything? Water? Food?” Colby asked. There were only a handful of things a human could need, surely there were maybe five max. In his mind at least. Sam’s mind was soaring in the other direction, his mouth running dry. You shook your head no, meeting their gaze. “Thank you,” You said. Sam blinked a few times, trying to ensure he heard you correctly. “We’d do anything for you,” Colby answered, crouching in front of you. The blonde braced himself, sure this was the end.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do my best to protect you. I know what you’re doing to do and I just have to say that I-” Sam began, your widened eyes stopped him. Fuck, you really had no idea the power you had over them. The three forbidden words were on the tip of his tongue, the ones that would only make this harder. You quickly rose to your feet, cupping his face into your hands. Gratitude had washed over you, your body demanding to give them a reward. You couldn’t deny that although unsettling, the sight of them covered in your attackers remains made your heart skip a beat.
“I wanna thank both of you, for saving my life,” You say, looking up into Sam’s red orbs. A thousand thoughts ran through the blondes head, many of them thinking they had broke your sanity or something along those lines. “Are you not scared?” Colby asked, approaching you from behind and resting his hands around your waist. You shook your head no. “You both won’t hurt me,” You answered. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t know that. You saw what we did. We ripped his throat apart. Tore him to shreds,” Sam huffed, “What exactly makes you so confident we wouldn’t do that to you?”
His words were hurtful, even if they did hit the hammer on the nail. “You did that to protect me. I know you. I know you both. You won’t hurt me,” You answered again, more confident this time. Colby exchanged a look with Sam, the gears in his brain finally turning the same way his were. “I think what Sam is trying to say is that what you just saw was a lot to process. It is for us, which means it has to mean even more to a human-” He began, your sharp eyes turning around to meet his. Your eyes were shooting daggers, a look Colby knew to not threaten. “Enough with the whole ‘weak human’ bullshit. I may not be immortal but I have a brain you know,” You snapped.
Yeah, Sam had came to the conclusion that they broke you.
“And what does your brain tell you about what you just saw? About the two blood soaked demons that are standing in your living room?” Sam questioned. Your facial expression softened, your eyes resuming their doe like fashion. “They’re telling me that you’re both vampires. Vampires with habits and tendencies I anticipated. Ones that don’t scare me,” You answered. Why didn’t they understand? Could they understand?
Your words seemed so sincere, both boys back on you. It was Colby in front of you this time, Sam’s chest pressing against your back. “We are so sorry you had to see that,” Colby told you. He grabbed your chin, guiding you to look up at him. They could hear your heart skip a beat, the blood smudging against your soft skin. “It’s okay. If it makes you guys feel better, you both look awfully hot covered in blood like this,” You say, biting your bottom lip. Sam pressed himself against your ass, his hands traveling up to your breast.
“Really, is that so?” Colby hummed, smirking down at you. He centered his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down teasingly. “In that case, let us show you how sorry we really are,” Sam murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss against your earlobe. You groaned, his large hands kneading at your breast. “Open your mouth princess,” Colby muttered. You did so, flattening out your tongue on display. The brunette could feel himself getting hard, watching you eagerly suck his thumb as he put it into your mouth. The taste of blood coated your tongue, your pupils dilating as you looked into Colby’s eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” Colby praised. He removed his thumb from your eager mouth, replacing it with his lips. His taste made you feel drunk, your body becoming putty in between the boys as Sam tweaked your nipples. He chuckled darkly into your neck as they hardened under his ice cold fingertips. “Always so eager,” Sam murmured, sucking hickies onto your neck. He could feel your veins, hearing the blood flow through your delicate body. Colby’s tongue slid into your mouth, the brunette careful to not nip you with his fangs. Your desperation only made them harder, your sinful noises only becoming louder.
“Fuck, i’ve missed this,” Colby panted, pulling away from your lips. A thin string of saliva hung between both of your lips, your lips now swollen. “We’ve missed this,” Sam corrected, working on his third hickey. Colby dropped to his knees, eager to please you. “Let me taste you, fucking please, just wanna make tonight up to you,” Colby pleaded, his desperation washing over him. You could feel Sam’s hips roll against yours teasingly, ripping a groan out of your throat. “Answer him baby,” Sam encouraged, the smell of your arousal flooding his nose. You licked your lips, your balance unsteady.
Sam’s large hands kept you in place, his assault on your throat relentless. “Please, do whatever you want to me,” You whined, raking your fingers through Colby’s hair. The brunette quickly pulled down your skirt and stockings, accidentally tearing them in the process. “We’ll buy you new ones,” He muttered, bringing your panties down to your ankles. Your slick was drenched for them, Colby’s eyes blown with lust as he admired your cunt. This is all he could think about since the last time he saw you like this, so wet and desperate.
“Go on baby, use Colby’s tongue the way you need,” Sam said encouragingly. You pulled him towards you by his hair, his eager tongue lapping up your juices. Your knees almost buckled, Sam quick to keep you in place. The blonde was having a hard time restraining himself, your blood calling to him. Your smell was always so delightful and it only became more so when you were a moaning mess. “Sammy,” You whined, using your spare hand to grab his wrist. Colby’s lips sucked at your clit, making it harder to form coherent sentences.
“Yes baby?”
“Drink from me,” You panted, grinding against Colby’s face. Sam blinked, unable to deny or question your request. Your blood was sweeter than any others he had tasted, his body always yearning to have another taste of you. He slowly sank his sharp fangs into you, the piercing pain subsiding into a blinding euphoria. “Oh my God,” You whined, clawing at Colby’s hair. His large hands were keeping your thighs pried open, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Sam drank from your neck like a starving man. “Thats it princess, keep using me. Make yourself cum on my tongue,” Colby ordered, the sight of you crumbling enough to make him want to cream his pants.
Sam managed to pull himself off of you, panting as he did so. Your blood was so intoxicating, so addicting. It’s like you were made for them. He lapped at your neck, cleaning your wound as you felt a familiar knot form in your stomach. “Fuck fuck fuck,” You whimpered. Sam slithered one of his hands around your waist to keep you upright, using the other to guide your head to turn. He brought his lips to yours, swallowing each noise you made with his mouth. You could taste your own blood, the metallic taste sending you over the edge. You pulled at Colby’s roots are you came, your vision clouded with stars.
Colby emerged from between your thighs, bruises of where his hands had held your thighs apart already forming. Sam picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You smashed your lips against his, the boys bringing you to your bedroom. Your back hit your plush mattress, the boys switching positions. Colby stood in between your legs, undoing his belt. “You sure you can handle me princess? I won’t go easy on you like Sam,” He smirked, causing Sam to roll his eyes. You nodded eagerly, reaching behind you to undo Sam’s belt.
“I’m not just a human Colbs. I can handle whatever you throw at me,” You say, as cocky as you can muster. The boys exchanged mischievous looks, their cocks throbbing with excitement. You laid your head back, quickly helping Sam take off his pants. You could feel your core throbbing with desire, Colby making himself right at home in between your legs. He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, soaking in the feeling. You stuck your tongue for Sam, eagerly awaiting his cock. The mere sight of it was making your mouth water.
“You have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you,” Colby confessed, pushing himself inside of you. You moaned, your noises being muffled by Sam’s cock as he placed it inside of your mouth. The vibrations sent a chill down his spine, your name falling off of his lips. “Fucking hell, you’ve got to try her mouth,” Sam groaned, pushing himself down your throat deeper. Colby grinned as he bottomed out, your walls milking his cock.
“Trust me I remember, everything about her is a slice of heaven,” He replied, gripping your waist harshly. He began to move slowly, slithering one of his hands down to your clit. Your thighs trembled at the extra stimulation, Colby’s thrust speeding up rapidly. Both boys seemed to be in a state of heat, their hips moving faster than you could keep up. “You’re so pretty like this,” Sam praised, watching the shape of his cock go up and down your throat. Colby bit his bottom lip, his sinful noises threatening to spill out at a rapid rate.
“You’re taking me so well. Like you were made for me,” Colby grunted. He drew faster circles around your clit, your waterline flooding with tears as Sam’s cock abused the back of your throat. They were merciless, hell bent on making you cum whilst chasing their own highs. “Made for us,” Sam corrected, his orgasm coming quickly. He pulled himself out of your throat, watching as you stuck your tongue out, desperately trying to lick the underside of his cock. He jerked his shaft above you, depositing his seed directly into your mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot, my fucking God,” Sam panted, watching you eagerly swallow his cum. Your mouth was free to moan now, your mascara smudged and tears peaking at the corner of your eyes. “Just like that, please, feels so good Colbs,” You babbled. Colby grabbed both of your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He felt impossibly deeper, his cock abusing your g spot as it pleased. “You’re fucking milking me princess, it’s like you want me to cum inside of you,” Colby moaned, his thrust relentless.
Sam snickered as he lowered himself near your ear. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be bred by him? By both of us? Such a dirty girl, wanting to be bred by demons,” Sam snickered, licking the side of your neck. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, your body beginning to tremble. “Shit, i’m gonna cum,” You warned. One of your hands found Sam’s squeezing it tightly as you felt your orgasm wash over you. He now felt what Colby felt before, the butterflies swarming around his stomach at the romantic gesture.
Colby’s hips stuttered, his thrust coming to a halt as he came inside of you. He slowly pulled out of you, collapsing on the other side of the bed. The rooms sounds consisted of your rapid breathing and heartbeat, for Sam and Colby at least. Colby stroked your hair as you calmed down, Sam’s hand never straying from yours.
“Hey guys?” You hummed. Sam could’ve jumped on his feet right then and there. Anything you needed. Anything you wanted. He’d eagerly walk to the ends of the earth to get it for you. “Yeah?” He replied, awaiting your orders. You giggled, looking over at him.
“Wanna have a round two?”
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A little help from my friend -Oneshot
@talesofreading I'm sorry it took me so long to get this done for you! I hope you like it. Happy belated birthday darling. Word count: 3880
“For fuck’s sake,” Y/N grunted as she walked into the Avengers communal kitchen and common room area. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a protein drink and some food to make a quick breakfast.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Wanda piped up from the kitchen table. The other Avengers were all milling about, getting their own breakfasts before heading out or training. Y/N had an early morning training with the recruits most days, so she often missed the communal breakfast meals.
“Nothing,” Y/N sighed.
“Don’t make me read your mind,” Wanda warned.
Y/N glared at her, and Wanda glared back. Their conversation got the attention of the other Avengers in the area. “It’s not a big deal,” Y/N continued. “One of the new recruits is just a little…too interested in me personally,” she said, turning back to the counter.
Wanda frowned. “What happened?”
Steve, Sam and Bucky all listened carefully, slowly eating their breakfasts. Y/N was suddenly very aware of everyone in the area. “It’s really not a big deal–”
“It is if it’s bothering you, Y/N,” Steve spoke up, all Captain America at that moment. “Especially if it’s affecting your job or you feeling safe.”
Y/N smiled at him appreciatively. “I can handle myself, Cap,” she said.
“Never said you couldn’t,” he retorted. “But if we can nip it in the bud with this recruit–”
“He just keeps asking for my number, okay?” Y/N said, waving away everyone’s concern. “And…cornering me after training. It’s fine. I can handle it,” she said, finishing preparing her food and cleaning up after herself.
“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.
Everyone turned to him in surprise. Y/N had worked with him multiple times on missions and talked with him regularly, becoming good friends, but this still surprised her. Bucky rarely joined the conversation unless prompted. He was very low key and kept to himself most of the time. So him looking at her with such an intense look and asking a question was a shock. She stared at him with wide eyes. “Tyler,” she replied. He arched an eyebrow at her. “Whitacre,” she finished.
Bucky nodded and looked down, finishing his breakfast. Nobody said a word as Y/N quickly gathered her food and left the kitchen. She shook her head at herself once she reached her room to eat then shower. She’d been growing some pretty strong feelings toward Bucky for a while now, but tamped them down deep in her heart. He didn’t need some lovesick coworker to deal with. He just needed friends as he integrated into regular life. There was no way he’d feel the same toward her…would he?
***
“Today we’ll be starting gun training,” Y/N announced to her training group. There was an excited whispered chatter from the recruits at her words. “I could teach you myself, but I thought I’d bring in the expert of all experts in this field. I expect you to shut up, listen, and give him the respect he deserves. Our guest trainer is Sergeant Barnes.”
Bucky was already walking into the training room as she introduced him, his face hard and stoic as it always was in these environments. The recruits clapped for him as he stood next to Y/N. “Thank you, Agent Y/L/N,” he greeted her then turned to the recruits. “Let’s see what you got.”
After a rigorous training, where Bucky really broke down a few recruits and built them back up, each of their shots getting better by the end, they all left exhausted. Bucky stayed behind, cleaning up the guns used for the training with Y/N when Tyler approached her. “Hey Y/N,” he said, sidling up to her far too close for her liking.
“Agent Whitacre,” she greeted him, giving him a polite but tight smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Ah come on, Y/N, I told you to call me Tyler,” he smirked at her.
“And I told you to call me Agent Y/L/N,” she replied, her eyes narrowing in warning.
Tyler’s face had a flash of annoyance before his smirk came back. “Right. Well, you ran off last time before I got a chance to ask you–”
“Once again, Agent, I’m flattered, but no thank you,” Y/N said hastily, turning away and closing another case of guns. “I’ll see you next training.”
Tyler followed her as she walked away to the locker room to put the case away in the gun lockers. She carefully put things away and turned to find him cornering her. “Don’t be like that Y/N…” he started, taking another step toward her, his arms reaching up to cage her against the wall.
A loud bang made them both jump as Tyler whipped around to see Bucky who had set down another gun case sharply, glaring at Tyler. He slowly approached, his eyes never leaving Tyler like he was hunting him. He swerved around him at the last second, making Tyler flinch, then focused on Y/N as he inserted himself between them. He reached his metal hand out and wrapped it around the back of her neck, angling her head up as he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Y/N inhaled sharply, stiffening against him as she heard Tyler scoff. The kiss ended too soon, Y/N barely kissing him back before Bucky pulled away and looked down at her. “You good, Sweets?” he asked quietly, but just loud enough for Tyler to hear.
“Yeah,” Y/N whispered, staring up at him in shock.
Bucky looked her over then turned to Tyler, keeping himself as a shield in front of Y/N. “Respect the no, recruit,” he said lowly. “And your form is shit. Work on that before next time or I’ll make an example of you in front of everyone.”
Tyler swallowed harshly, his lips tight and his eyes wide as he minutely nodded. “Yes sir,” he said. He glanced at Y/N then walked quickly out of the locker room, running once he’d got past the door frame.
Bucky watched him leave, then turned back to Y/N. He had an unreadable expression as they stared at each other for what felt like forever. “Just tell me if he bothers you anymore,” he said, then turned and left.
Y/N stared after him incredulously. Her fingers lifted to her mouth, his kiss still searing on her lips, the feeling of his metal fingers holding her firmly but gently on the back of her neck as his thumb caressed her jaw tingling her skin. What the fuck just happened?
***
The gun training lasted two more training sessions, and every time at the end of class Bucky would linger behind with Y/N to clean up, then make a small show of kissing her in front of Tyler as he was leaving. It took her by surprise each time, Bucky coming from seemingly nowhere and with no preamble, just kissing the living daylights out of her, calling her “Sweets,” then walking away like nothing happened. Once the gun training was over Tyler didn’t even look her way anymore unless he had to. So Bucky’s little plan had worked, but now Y/N was confused. And worse, she craved him even more.
Three weeks later Y/N and Bucky were on a mission together. It was surveillance on a potential target that was dealing in high power weaponry. Y/N and Bucky had barely spoken to each other since that last gun training, exchanging brief greetings and farewells as they passed each other in the hallway. The other Avengers had given some side-eyed looks, since Y/N and Bucky had normally been pretty friendly before, but no one commented on it otherwise. Now she was stuck with him in close quarters for the next week as they gathered as much information about the target as possible.
She woke up from her turn sleeping, getting ready for the day and approaching Bucky who was sitting by the window in the small apartment they were staying in. He hadn’t moved from the spot since she’d gone to bed hours before. “Anything?” she asked quietly.
“Another prostitute,” Bucky replied, standing and stretching as she took his place by the window. “Otherwise nothing worth noting.”
“How lovely,” Y/N scoffed. She got herself comfortable and looked through the scope Bucky had propped on the windowsill. The view into the opposite apartment where the target stayed was pristine. “He didn’t leave the blinds open, did he?” she asked, looking up at him.
“He did,” Bucky grimaced.
“Jesus,” Y/N winced. “You got quite the show.”
“Not really. He only lasted about two minutes.”
Y/N laughed loudly at that. “Poor girl,” she giggled, wiping her eyes and looking through the scope again. “At least she was paid.”
Bucky chuckled and started walking towards the bedroom. “Let me know if anything changes, Sweets.”
Y/N stiffened and before she could stop herself she grunted, “Don’t call me that.”
Bucky stopped and looked back at her. Y/N kept her gaze in the scope, her face flushing with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say it out loud. But who did he think he was to use the same pet name that he’d used in a fake “situationship” to help her get away from some creep and then use it in everyday life? Like he hadn’t rocked her world three times over? She heard his footsteps come back towards her, then the shuffle of his clothes as he kneeled down beside her. “Why not?” he asked.
Y/N breathed heavily, trying to calm her thundering heart. She kept her gaze in the scope, her hands tightening to fists in her lap. “No one to save me from,” she said nonchalantly.
Bucky suddenly gripped her arm and pulled her to face him. She gasped lightly as he manhandled her, moving so he was kneeling between her legs, bringing his face close to hers and taking her hands in his. His eyes were piercing as he stared at her. “That’s not it,” he said. “Tell me why not?”
Y/N blinked rapidly. “That is the reason,” she whispered.
Bucky shook his head. “I can tell when people lie, Sweets. Try again.”
Y/N shut her eyes tight. “Please stop calling me that.”
She felt Bucky’s metal fingers caress her cheek and back into her hair, holding her head like he did when he kissed her. She fought back the shiver at the coolness of metal, not wanting to give away just how badly she wanted this man. Y/N heard and felt his breath fanning her face as he leaned in closer. His nose brushed along her cheek, his lips ghosting close to the side of her lips. “I can’t, Y/N. You taste too sweet,” he murmured.
Y/N whimpered, and without warning tears pricked at her eyes. She shook her head and pushed him away, standing and walking toward the bedroom. “I can’t do this,” she nearly sobbed.
“Woah, wait, Y/N!” Bucky called out to her. She tried closing and locking the bedroom door but he stopped it with his foot. “Hey, don’t run away from me,” he grunted, pushing the door back open and looking at her in surprise. “I’m sorry–”
“Please just leave me alone,” Y/N sighed, wiping her eyes and turning away from him.
“Y/N,” he said, sounding wounded. “Talk to me.”
“How am I supposed to talk to you?” She was suddenly angry, turning back to face him with a glare. “You decided the best way to help me with a creepy recruit was to publicly claim me in front of him and who knows how many others by kissing me? And not just once, but three times? Calling me a cute pet name? Do you enjoy giving people false hope and then walking away because it means nothing to you? And expect us to go back to normal? What the fuck, Barnes?”
Bucky recoiled at her using his last name. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I…I should have talked to you beforehand, and not just done it. That wasn’t fair, I’m sorry.” Y/N crossed her arms, holding herself as she fought back more tears. He took a step closer. “And then I was a coward and didn’t talk to you about it afterwards, either. God, I’m an idiot,” he grumbled, running his flesh hand over his face harshly. “I…I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry I went about this totally wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Y/N stared at him for a long moment then nodded. “Thank you. I forgive you,” she said.
Bucky watched her sadly. “Can I…can we start over?” he asked hopefully.
Y/N couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on her lips. “Sure,” she said.
He smiled and stepped toward her again. He took a deep breath and licked his lips. “I like you, as much more than just a friend.”
“I like you, too,” Y/N said quickly.
Bucky’s smile widened. “Once we get home, can I take you out on a proper date?”
“Yes,” she said.
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A week later they were coming home from a proper, successful date. Bucky was quite the gentleman, taking her to a nice restaurant in the city, then a solo night tour (probably courtesy of Tony) through The Metropolitan Museum of Art. They grabbed some dessert on the way home, talking the whole time as they snacked on the treat. Bucky had kept a hand on her at all times, whether it was on her back as he guided her around or holding her hand as they walked. They got off the elevator and Bucky walked her to her bedroom door.
“Thank you for going out with me,” he said, standing toe to toe with her.
“Thank you,” Y/N said. “I’ve never had such a fun first date.”
“Really? Wow, I’ll have to up the ante next time,” Bucky smirked, his flesh hand reaching up and playing with the tips of her hair.
“Next time?” Y/N arched her eyebrow. “You seem very sure of yourself.”
“I am,” Bucky said, leaning forward. “But of course I’m a gentleman.”
“Of course,” Y/N teased.
“So…would you like to go out with me again?” he asked, his forehead resting against her forehead.
Y/N pretended to think about it. “Mmh, I’ll have to check my schedule, so for now it’s a tentative yes,” she smirked back at him.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, his fingers moving from her hair to her jaw, tracing it lightly. “A tentative yes?” he grumbled. “I know you like to tease, but I’m gonna need an enthusiastic yes, Sweets.”
Y/N’s eyes slightly widened at the pet name. He hadn’t called her that since they got back from the mission, and she actually missed hearing it from him. She nodded. “Yes, I’d like to go out with you again,” she reassured him.
His smirk returned. “Good girl, Sweets,” he said. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine at his words. His eyes flicked back and forth between her eyes, then glanced at her lips. “Can I kiss you?”
Y/N nodded. “Yes.”
Bucky’s metal hand gripped her by the back of the neck like the other times, his metal thumb sweeping over her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her softly, not as firmly or passionately as the other times. It was like he was trying to reassure her that this was real, and he wanted more than brief sexual tension. And as much as she appreciated that, she craved what he’d given her before. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she gripped his shirt under his jacket, angling her head to deepen the kiss. Bucky moaned against her mouth at her urgency.
“I’m trying to be, mmh, a gentleman, Sweets,” he groaned, pulling away and lightly pecking her lips repeatedly.
“You can be a gentleman and fuck me at the same time,” Y/N mumbled.
Bucky huffed a sharp breath, like her words sucked the air right out of him and he sagged against her, pushing her into her bedroom door. “Fuck, Y/N, you can’t say that to me,” he growled. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.”
Y/N smiled as she kissed from his lips down to his neck. “Your room or mine, handsome?”
Bucky moaned again and dipped down, picking her up and holding her by her thighs. He turned around to his bedroom door that was across the hall and marched towards it as he kissed her deeply again. He ripped the door open and kicked it shut behind them before pinning her against the door. His knee pushed under her core to keep her lifted as his hands slid to her ass, feeling the cheeks of her ass as he opened his mouth, his tongue licking her lower lip and sucking on it. Y/N shuddered and whimpered against his mouth. Bucky gasped at the first noise he was able to pull from her. “Let me hear you, Sweets. God, you’re so good.” His tongue plunged back into her mouth, tasting her tongue and moaning again. “You feel so good…sound so good…taste so good,” he breathed.
Y/N moaned at the rushed desperation in his movements. Feeling so wanted, so needed, was making her lightheaded and feel like she was beaming. Her hands moved to cup his face, scratching his beard then reaching up into his hair, scratching down his scalp. That pulled a deep growl from his chest, his hips rutting up into her. She hummed, smiling against his lips. Bucky pulled her away from the door and carried her to his bed, laying her on it gently as he shrugged his jacket off.
It was a flurry of clothes being pulled off and flung into corners of his room, limbs clambering over each other as they moved further up onto the bed, huffed gasps and whimpers. Bucky nipped at her throat as he felt how wet and ready she was for him. “Protection?” he asked.
“No,” Y/N shook her head, her nails scratching down his back.
Bucky smiled against the skin of her shoulder. He aimed his cock at her entrance and started to slowly push inside. Y/N’s head wrenched back and she gasped at the fill and stretch of him, and Bucky tucked his face into her breasts as her back arched, kissing and licking her nipples to help ease her. “Fucking hell, Sweets,” he swore, looking up at her as she relaxed back into the bed when she was adjusted to him. He gave her the first roll of his hips, making her tremble beneath him. “So responsive,” he smirked.
“Kinda hard not to be, with all this above me,” Y/N breathed, her hands sliding up his chest. “You live up to your name, handsome.” Bucky blushed, smiling bashfully at her. “Aw, you’re so cute,” Y/N cooed at him, her hands reaching up to his face and pulling him down to kiss him sweetly. “I’ll have to compliment you more often.”
Bucky’s hips thrusted again and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “Quit teasing,” he said, licking into her mouth. “As much as I love your flirty compliments, I really need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”
“Then fuck me!” Y/N said, rubbing her nose along his cheek. “Please!”
Bucky inhaled deeply then started pummeling his hips into her. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and held on tight as he held her in a hug so her body wouldn’t be pushed up the bed at his thrusts. He sucked and licked at her neck repeatedly, pulling more wanton moans from her at the mix of pain and pleasure, leaving as much bruising evidence for later as possible. He kissed his way back up to her mouth where she easily opened up to him, their tongues swirling and nipping at each other’s lips. It was never-ending and yet too short all at the same time as Y/N tried not to get lost in her head at the blinding pleasure. Y/N sucked on his tongue and Bucky adjusted his position to snap his hips slightly more upward, which had her keening against his mouth. “There it is,” he smirked, then continued his previous, frantic pace in that new direction. He was hitting that deep spot inside every time, Y/N’s breaths becoming more short and hyperventilated as her head thrashed back and forth at the overwhelming pressure building in her gut.
“Buck…handsome, I’m gonna cum…ah!” Y/N yelped as Bucky sat up, his flesh fingers strumming her clit as his metal hand held her at the back of her neck like the other times he’d kissed her, but this time his grip was tighter, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He forced her head up to meet him halfway as he pushed their foreheads together.
“Cum all over my cock, Sweets. Let me feel you,” Bucky growled, staring deep into her eyes. Y/N gasped again at his words, then finally felt the snap deep in her belly. She screamed as she came, her hands gripping his biceps and her legs shaking over his hips as her pussy clamped down on him. Bucky grunted, his eyes shutting tight as he continued thrusting, prolonging her orgasm as his fingers never let up on her clit. “That’s it, fuck!” Bucky hissed between gritted teeth. “Where can I cum, Sweets?”
“Anywhere you want,” Y/N huffed, her body still twitching with aftershocks. She was so close to cumming again.
“Holy shit, dirty girl, huh?” Bucky asked excitedly. “You feel so good, I’m just gonna fill you up. Is that okay?”
“Yyyyeessss,” Y/N groaned.
“Good girl, Sweets,” he praised her. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust even harder into her pussy, the sharp snaps making her jiggle and shake. Y/N slipped a hand down and started rubbing her clit, her other hand gripping his wrist. “Yeah, make yourself feel good. You gonna cum again? God, you’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty. Prettiest pussy, Sweets.”
Y/N shook harder as she felt her second orgasm barrel through her, her nerves feeling like they were on fire. When she came Bucky moaned loudly, her pussy squeezing him beyond belief. He finally came, continuing to thrust and fill her up until it dripped from between them and down their thighs to her ass. “Bucky…” she huffed.
“Sorry, Sweets, I can’t help it,” Bucky shook above her, his cock still throbbing inside her. “You squeeze me so good…and the serum makes everything, fuck…” he leaned down so his head rested on her chest. “Makes everything more intense.”
“It’s okay, handsome,” Y/N smiled, her hands going to his hair and scratching his scalp, softly pulling at the strands. He hummed at her gentle fingers’ caresses. “We can just take a shower.”
Bucky hummed again, sounding more gravelly as he looked up at her. “Dirty girl,” he smirked.
THE END
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Sam Drake: Aftercare
I am a sucker for the aftercare of battle trope. I am also in love with Sam Drake from Uncharted 4 again. 18+ because smut. i also have written this after a few alcoholic drinks so plz don't judge me too much.
You sat Sam at the edge of the bathtub of your motel, it would be easier to clean him this way, making sure the blood from his wounds would not stain the floor. You knelt between his legs in the bath, taking great care to clean his injuries properly, his arm would twitch occasionally and try and bat you away, but you resisted. “No Sam, I need to make sure your wounds are clean” Your voice was soft and reassuring, you did not want him to tend to himself, you saw how he tended to his own wounds, dousing them in alcohol and wrapping them up, it was not sanitary.
It had been a hard day for you both, Sam had bore the brunt of the injuries, ones you were now attending. You heard his hisses and gasps as you cleaned his wounds, you knew it was not pleasant, but you wanted to make sure he would not have an infection. After cleaning the final cut on his chest, you lifted yourself from the bath, making your way over to the counter nearby to dispose of your used items.
“These will leave scars won’t they?” Sams voice was quiet, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted an answer to that question. You lifted your head and smiled softly at him “Women love men with scars, it makes them look mysterious” You winked at him to try and make Sam feel better, it worked somewhat as he smiled at you watching you dispose of the used medical equipment.
Sam’s eyes were upon you, his eyebrows manoeuvred into a cocky position. “Mysterious? I like the sound of that” Sam spoke as he lifted himself out of the bath, perching himself on the edge of it so he can watch you. “I don’t think I need mysterious though, I have women fawning over me anyway” Sam winked at you, you could see it caused him pain to do so, he was so stubborn and would never admit a fault or being in pain.
You rolled your eyes at the arrogant man, chuckling to yourself as you walked out of the bathroom, you knew Sam would recover just fine, you wouldn’t have left him otherwise, he was a big boy and could make his own way out of the bathroom. You found yourself in the main area of the rented room, only a king size bed lay before you, you were sure that you told the reception that you wanted 2 singles, it was now too late to rectify, the hotel was sold out for the night, and you did not have infinite money.
“Does someone need a cuddle?” You heard a sarcastic voice emanate from behind you. Sam walked past you and took a seat at the edge of the bed with a wicked grin on his face, realising the situation for himself. “Sharing the bed with you is a dream come true darling” His smirk was captivating, it caused you to smile and shake your head, you had gone this far resisting his charms, surely you could go one more night.
“As generous as that is Sam, I think I’ll stay on the sofa. Besides, you look like a quilt thief to me” Your voice was low and sultry, you did not mean it to be so, but Sam brought out the flirtatious side of you, you could not control it.
“Me? A quilt thief? I am offended! I will have you know that I am a saint in bed. No cover stealing, no snoring, just me, laid in my glorious perfection like an angel.” Sam’s voice was cocky and playful as he laid back on the bed, trying to entice you in, your eyes glossed over his shirtless body, eyes raking over his abs, wondering how they felt, watching his lips and wanting to know how they taste. You shook those thoughts from your head before Sam could notice you daydreaming.
“There are many words I could use to describe you Sam, an Angel is not one of them” A chuckle left your lips as you retrieved your beers from the hotel room fridge, it had been a long day, and you were deserving of one. You cracked one open for yourself and one for Sam, walking over to the edge of the bed you sat down and held the drink out to him.
Sam watched you intently as you sat down and took the drink from you. “You say I’m no Angel Y/N, the devil was an Angel at first” Sam’s eyebrows wiggled as he moved towards you on the bed, aiming to sit beside you.
“That’s true, until his ceremonious fall from grace” You retorted and took a long drink of your beer, leaning back on your hands on the bed, your eyebrows wiggling, enjoying the banter between you both, there was a sexual tension between the both of you that had not been noticed by Sam, you wanted to see how far you could push him.
Sam chuckled to himself, he shuffled slightly on the bed, making a little more room for you “And what a glorious fall it was” His voice was a mix of amusement and allure, he ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the tangles as much as he could as he awaited your presence next to him. “Do you know what else they say about the devil Y/N?” His voice was low and sultry, you had heard this tone before when he had charmed other women, it was just as effective on you.
“And what else do they say about the devil, Sam?” You rolled your eyes playfully at him, he was ever the flirt, and you expected a stupid response.
“They say the devil is charming, seductive, able to lure you into his trap with just a sinful look.” Sam moved closer to you as he spoke, his breath hot upon your neck, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him against you, Sam had never been this bold before and you were enjoying it. His lips were now exploring your neck, Sam was making sure to cover every possible bit of skin that he could.
“And you do look ever so sinful” Your voice was breathy and desperate; you did not even mean to voice your feelings but his lips against your neck made you weak. Your comment was barely a whisper, but it made Sam smile against your neck, he had you now and he knew you wanted this as much as he did. Sam pulled you back onto the bed with him, kissing your skin with passion, you fell into it, roaming his body just as passionately as he roamed yours. The feeling of his scars under your delicate touch, you wanted to kiss each one, to make him feel looked after and loved.
Sam helped you remove your shirt with ease, throwing it to one side, his eyes leered over your bare form, it was more than he could have imagined, you were a vision, one he could not believe was here before him. You had now moved to straddle his waist, falling into the passion that was taking over you both. Sam let out a breathy moan as he felt your body on his, his hands now gripping onto your thighs for dear life, the way his fingers were gripping into your flesh was sure to leave a mark, the thought of it made you even more desperate for him, wanting him to mark you as his.
Sam’s hands roamed your body and yours roamed his, you were both hungry for each other, this tension between you both had been threatening to spill for a while. A soft push was all it took for Sam to lay back on the bed before you, you were atop him and in control, teasing him as you saw fit, kissing his neck and biting his ear, eliciting those sweet moans from his lips. His calloused hands were rough upon the soft skin of your hips as he rolled your over, you looked at him in shock as you saw him atop you, taking every inch of your body into his memory.
You laid underneath Sam, his lean body pressed against you, it was a struggle to not moan at the feeling of him against you, you had daydreamed about him atop you ever since you had met him, you had never thought it would be a reality. Sam’s lips were attacking your neck and collar bone roughly, not caring if he left any marks, you were his now anyway. As the assault on your skin carried on you felt his hands roam down your body, one hand moving to the one area you were desperate to feel him. One hand finally found its way to your core, his fingers rubbing against your throbbing clit, causing you to tremble and moan underneath him.
Sam’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, revelling in the sounds of your moans, trying hard not to rub against your leg beneath him, craving relief. As you were nearing your climax, Sam removed his hand from your core, the whimper that escaped your lips was like music to his ears, knowing he could elicit such a reaction from you was mind blowing to him. Your breath was ragged, you were desperate and craved relief from him now, kissing him with passion and pulling him towards you.
Sam enjoyed the attention you were giving him, the affection and desperation for his touch was like a melody to him. He had wanted you as much as you now wanted him, he was more than happy to acquiesce to your desires. You were beneath him, desperate for him, Sam swiped his girthy length between your wet slick folds, revelling in the sounds of your moans before he pressed himself into you. It was a shock at first, you felt your body stretch around him, you loved the pain of it, getting used to it with every thrust.
Your bodies were now entwined with each other, a sweaty mess of euphoria, Sam had given a few more thrusts before you both climaxed, you were both breathless as you felt the ecstasy rush through your body. Laid in bed together you were silent, feeling the afterglow of your intimate encounter.
You laid with your head on Sam’s chest affectionately. “Work isn’t going to be weird is it?” You asked jokingly, releasing the tension in the air. Sam stroked your hair softly, taking time to kiss the top of your head. “It will only be weird if you want it to be sweetheart.”
#sam uncharted#uncharted a thief's end#uncharted#sam drake#samuel drake#uncharted sam#uncharted 4 sam#sam drake smut#sam drake x reader
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Jealous Shane
TW: heavy language
Gender: neutral
Oh he gets jealous alright.
During his glorious gridball days the word jealousy wasn't even in his vocabulary. It developed with time due to his self image slowly getting worse over the years.
There is no way he is going to admit or realize it even if you hit him with an advertising poster that says "YOU'RE JEALOUS".
Shane will notice a sour taste on his tongue and a painful twist in his stomach whenever he gets jealous, but he won't give that feeling a name. In his mind he is convinced that he doesn't care what you do and with who. But it's eating him alive.
But he will complain to Emily, Sam or his chickens about it.
"It really sounds like you're jealous."
"Bullshit. Your mom is jealous."
👁👄👁
If he hears it often enough he might admit it.
Once you're in a relationship with him he will work on himself though and will actually be less territorial. Because you chose him for a reason right? You don't seem like someone he can't trust being alone with certain pretty people.
But he still side eyes those people and feel free to tell him when he crosses a line with his possessive behavior.
I mean he won't lock you inside a cage or not let you hang out with other people. What he can and will do is be grumpy and upset about it.
"They're obviously interested."
"They just asked for directions."
"That was just a distraction."
"Shane, they didn't even ask for my number."
"You could see it in their eyes, they-"
"They literally just wanted the directions."
"Until they don't!"
He KNOWS he has nothing to worry about and that he can 100% trust you, but he is also convinced that you deserve a better partner.
But as I said tell him when he goes to far and he will immediately hit the breaks.
He will get less jealous throughout the relationship with his own hard work and your support.
You sometimes still spot a frown and glare here and there and when someone the both of you don't know hits on you he's RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE
"Oh wow hello DARLING."
"Love of my life."
"The yee to my haw."
"The center of my world."
"The light of my existence."
This is effective because 1) the person quietly leaves since this is too cringe to witness and 2) he loves embarrassing you (on a non-extreme level of course, everything here is all fun and games)
But if you do the same to him with these petnames he can and will make LOUD gagging sounds.
Masterlist
#sdv#stardew valley#sdv shane#stardew shane#sdv x reader#stardew x reader#sdv headcanons#sdv imagines#sdv shane x reader#stardew valley shane#sdv shane x farmer#shane stardew valley
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I loooveee your Until Dawn stuff!!! I'd love to hear more about Until Dawn yanderes and a darling who doesn't have good self care habits/forgets to take care of themself ❤️
YANDERE UNTIL DAWN CHARACTERS + READER WHO DOESN'T TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES
A/N: thank you for reading my until dawn content! it's such a small fandom these days.
- Josh never makes you feel bad about how hard it is for you to take care of yourself. Suffering from mental health issues of his own, he knows how difficult day to day living can be. While the way you treat yourself does worry him, he chooses to focus on fixing the problem by taking care of you himself. Making sure you eat. Going on walks with you so you're not always inside the house. Running you a bath. Every cheerful "thank you" that you give him over the smallest of actions makes him feel like he's finally found his purpose in life: you.
- Sam is a diligent and disciplined person overall and these traits easily extend to taking care of you. Once she's in your life, there is no more "forgetting" about self-care. At first she'll just try and remind you. Gentle pushes here and there. If this doesn't work, she'll simply take over. You've made it clear that you're not dependable when it comes to caring for the one thing Sam is most passionate about, so now she'll do the job for you. It's in your best interest to let yourself be taken care of. Sam never gives up.
- Chris worships you too much to question your judgement on anything. Who is he to tell you how to live your life? He's lucky you allow him to breathe the same air as you, frankly. Still, he hates the way you treat yourself. You're everything that's wonderful and perfect in the world but you neglect all your daily needs. You don't eat. You miss sleep! You overwork yourself. It's enough to drive him to the brink of madness. He solves this problem by waiting on you hand and foot. You may not care about yourself, but Chris is your doting servant. There'll be no more need to bother yourself with the petty aspects of daily living. Chris will worry about everything for you!
- Hannah is your loyal lost puppy. She adores you and hates that you don't care about yourself at all. She views you not taking care of yourself as a cry for help. For her help! You're just testing her, to see if she's paying attention, to see if she cares. She doesn't know why you won't just ask her to take care of you. She'd do anything for you if you asked. But maybe you doubt her devotion to you. You won't doubt it for long though, once Hannah has figured you out. She'll prove just how much she adores you. There won't be a doubt left in your mind.
- Emily is angered by the way you treat yourself. As if you're nothing. The fact that you're hers should be enough reason to take care of yourself alone. Still, you seem to relish self-neglect and abuse. She takes care of you, but lets you know the entire time that you should be doing it yourself. Not because she's unwilling to do it, or dislikes doing it, but because she worries. What would happen if she wasn't around? How far would this habit of neglect go? With the spiteful way she speaks, you'd never guess it was love fueling her actions and not irritation.
- Mike as a person can be separated into two distinct people: Mike before you and Mike after you. He's a much better person after he becomes obsessed with you. You bring out the selfless caretaker in him. In a lot of ways, he thinks you're helpless. Truly, you may not even be all that bad at caring for yourself. But Mike worships you in his own way: you deserve the best and anything less being provided for you irritates him. It's unlikely you'll ever meet Mike's standards when it comes to self-care. That's no real issue though, Mike will happily do it for you. In fact, he insists. Make it easier on yourself and let him pamper you. At least this way being taken care of is still "your" choice.
- Beth, despite being the youngest Washington sibling, is truly the most responsible. Taking care of others is nothing foreign to her. She'll rise easily to the occasion of being your caretaker, but will never make you feel as if you're a burden. She takes care of you quietly. Sometimes it'll be easy to forget she's doing it at all. That's the way Beth cares for everyone. For you, she'd go to the moon and back without so much as a grunt.
- Jessica is a little at a loss. She's used to people taking care of her, not the other way around. Still, she loves you and you worry her. So she tries to step up and be mature for once in her life. She'll actually communicate with you, unlike the other yanderes. She wants to know what you think you need help with. That's where she'll start, with instructions. From there she'll branch out into helping you fix the other aspects of self-care that you neglect. This is new territory for Jessica, but for you she'd learn to do handstands on water if you needed her to do it.
- Matt has been dutifully helping you with self-care long before he was your boyfriend. The only thing that's changed is that he was more afraid to push you when he was just your friend. Now, as your boyfriend, he's a little more brave when it comes to doing what needs to be done. "I really think you should eat just a little more, honey." / "Could we go to bed? It's pretty late... you have class in the morning." / "You just got home from work, let me do that." / The longer you're together the braver he'll be about taking care of you. While he wants you to be happy, he knows deep down that you being healthy is more important. So even if it irritates you, even if you snap at him sometimes, he'll push himself to take care of you. For a people pleaser like Matt, it's a big step.
#josh washington x reader#until dawn#until dawn yanderes#mike munroe x reader#matt taylor x reader#chris hartley x reader#sam giddings x reader#emily davis x reader#beth washington x reader#hannah washington x reader#jessica riley x reader#i'm sorry i didn't include ashley she's annoying adjkl#hannah is the scariest yandere on this list i will NOT argue with y'all
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Daylight - Dean Winchester
Will she ever stop writing song inspired fics? I daut it (I hope y'all get the joke). Inspired by the song Daylight by David Kusher. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Dean is taking the reader on a small getaway, reminiscing on their past years together.
Warnings: 18+, smut, short description of piv, some angst, but mainly fluff
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)
Part 2
“Dean?” Her tired murmurs filled Baby, eyes slowly opening to take in Dean’s features. His green eyes met hers as a smile tugged on his lips, hand finding her knee.
“It’s alright, darling, you can sleep some more.” He didn’t dare raise his voice, not wanting to rip his girlfriend from her drowsy state. They had been driving for the past hours, leaving Sam behind as Dean started the car, murmuring something about wanting to spend some time alone with (y/n).
But while Sam had made some inappropriate jokes, Dean had only shaken his head, not wanting to share any details. Something inside of Dean had begged him to take (y/n) and leave, desperate for some moments of calmness, freezing the world around them. Both were exhausted, running low on their motivation to hunt those they’ve been surrounded by for years, pushed into this very life because of their families, well aware that there was no way out.
“Mhm, I love you, Dean.” Her eyes fell shut once again, cuddling herself further into the leather seat. His throat felt tight, he could only squeeze her knee, not understanding how a woman like her would want to stick around, picking a dangerous life over the calm moments she had deserved.
“Can’t you understand that I want this? God, how thick can you be? I would choose this life over any other life if it meant being with you, Dean.” Tears were welling up in (y/n)’s eyes, shaking hands pressed into her sides to stabilise herself. Just moments ago he had asked her to leave, wanting to show her the way out of his messy lifestyle, asking her to part ways in order to save her.
If there was one thing Dean Winchester was good at, it was pushing people away to save them, at least that’s what he thought he was doing.
“I wake up every night thinking you got hurt somehow, and I blame myself, every single time. You deserve something better.” He was hurting, but while her tears clearly gave away her emotions, Dean tried to compose himself, holding back on the gasps of air threatening to leave him. The mere thought of parting from (y/n) left him breathless, trembling in fear, and yet he’d always put her first. It felt like he was drowning, the water kept rising, would swallow him whole any moment now, and she was the rescuing hand he tried to ignore.
“Dean, I love you, probably way too much, I won’t leave you, not now, not ever.” Her shaking hand found his, interlacing their fingers. He couldn’t reply, eyes squeezed shut to try and keep his tears bottled in. She was pulled against his chest, allowing her to listen to his racing heart, mind torn between their fight and the loving three words (y/n) had just spoken for the first time.
“I love you too, hence why I’ll always try to save you from this.”
Dean could still remember how he had felt in that very moment, no longer part of his fleshcage, soul freed from its grasp by the confession she had spoken. It had felt like he had been pushed from one dimension into another, one with the love she was sharing, one with the life she wouldn’t ever leave behind, one with the grasp their souls had on one another.
It had taken him weeks to finally accept that she wouldn’t leave, weeks filled with that sinking feeling simmering inside of him, as if he was preparing himself for the day where he’d wake up to an empty bed and empty closets. But that day hadn't come, and deep down Dean also knew that it wouldn’t ever come.
“Need you Dean, please touch me.” (Y/n) whispered her words, eyes set on his green ones, filled with that special glint she found herself yarning for. It had been weeks since Dean had last touched her, weeks filled with one hunt darker than the other. Both were finding shelter in Baby, with his naked body pressed against hers, with his fingers wandering along her sides, finding their way to her pulsing bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck.”
She arched her back off the leather seat, fingernails clawed into his skin as he circled her clit, preparing her for the upcoming moments, needing to feel her wrapped around his cock. Dean’s plush lips found her throat, sucking on the spots that left her gasping, desperate to feel everything he could offer to her, sharing sins in the darkness, hidden from the daylight.
“Look at me, don’t close your eyes.” Their eyes met, binding one another closer together as Dean pushed into her, making her gasp his name. He gave her a few moments to adjust before he started fucking her, hand squeezing Baby’s leather to stop himself from leaving bruises that wouldn’t fade for weeks to come, trying to hold back.
(Y/n) struggled, trying to keep her eyes open, while Dean forced her closer to the edge, making her see stars. He wasn’t gentle, and yet took care of her just like she knew he would, knowing her body better than she knew herself.
The moon was following Baby around, trying to shield them from the darkness calling their names, a clear sky Dean was hoping for. He didn’t have a destination in mind, could only think back to the soft words (y/n) had spoken weeks ago, murmuring something about wanting to stargaze, something she hadn’t done since she was a mere teenager. Back then Dean had only chuckled, hand cupping her cheek to pull her in for a kiss, storing the confession in the back of his mind.
But while Dean didn’t have a certain spot in mind, he knew what he was looking for, a remote area in the middle of nowhere, allowing them to catch the twinkling stars. A smile tugged on his lips the second he took a turn left, parking Baby on the side of a road, next to a field.
“(Y/n),” Dean murmured, watching her wake from her light slumber. He couldn’t help but take in her features for a few moments, admiring the woman he had fallen for years ago, very well knowing that she was the lifeline he kept clinging to. She whispered his name, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness filling the car. “Come.”
He left the car, rounding Baby to help (y/n) stand up, stretching her limbs without noticing the clear sky above them. “What are we doing here, Dean?”
Her chuckles left him smiling, forcing her to watch him pull a blanket from the backseat before he pointed his finger towards the sky, “I thought it was finally time for some stargazing?”
With awe laced in her gaze, (y/n) kept watching the sky, lips slightly parted to take in the numerous stars no human eye could ever count. She couldn’t reply, fully hooked onto the breathtaking view, barely sparing Dean any of her attention. He pulled her onto the blanket, had his back leaned against Baby’s side, with (y/n) sitting in front of him.
No words were shared between the two, but there was no need for any vowels that wouldn’t manage to describe what she was currently feeling, nor what Dean was thinking of. His mind was racing, thinking back to the day where he had bought that ring with Sam, wondering if he’d ever feel ready enough to ask (y/n) that one question. It wasn’t about marriage, at least not really, neither Dean nor (y/n) needed any vows nor a ring to promise one another endless love, and yet Dean couldn’t stop thinking about asking that one question.
“When will you do it?” Sam’s lips were pulled into a smirk, trying to hold back with his jokes, genuinely interested in his brother’s plans. They had bought a ring minutes ago, and while Dean hadn’t spoken many words, voice caught in his tight throat, Sam had asked one question after another.
“Don’t know, when the time feels right, I guess.” Dean didn’t look at Sam once, eyes focused on the road ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. For a few moments an uncomfortable silence wrapped itself around the brothers, forcing them to ponder over their words.
“Why did you get a ring, if you aren’t sure of it?” Sam didn’t dare use much strength for his words, not sure what was going through Dean’s mind.
“I am sure of it.” Simple murmurs Sam couldn’t help but scoff about, shaking his head as he was turning his body towards Dean. He studied his brother for a moment, wondering if he was truly that unsure of their relationship.
“Dean, she won’t leave you, there’s nothing you need to wait for, no day where she’ll suddenly pack her bags and break up with you. You don’t need to be scared.”
Dean’s hand found the pocket of his jacket, feeling the box he kept carrying around with himself. His hand lingered there for a few moments, before it found its way back to her middle, pulling (y/n) even closer. Perhaps a day may eventually come where he’ll get over his fear, the enemy he carried around with himself. Perhaps a day may eventually come where he’ll feel ready to ask that one question.
Perhaps the breaking daylight may guide him through the arising high simmering deep inside of him.
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TMAGP 23 SPOILERS
ALSO MAG 200 SPOILERS
This is my live reaction:
lena kelley I love you
SAM YOU HAVE AUTISM
piece??
sounds like they’re talking about becoming avatars ngl
WHAT DO YOU MEAN KEEP IT WARM
PROPERLY BONDED??
pov: you replace your husband with a piece of coral and the piece of coral is better in bed
SCALPEL?? SURGICAL EQUIPMENT?? euurgghh
UNDER THE SKIN??
oo we got that desires theme coming up
is there ANY WAY to abort these polyps?? please I’m begging you this is gonna be horrific
honestly it’s giving jane prentiss
ok so these ppl are literally COACHING THEM through it??
this is grossing me out so bad
HUMIDIFIERS??
SHUT CURTAINS??
what is going on
YOU HEARD IT?? OMFG THATS AWFUL
EEURRRGRH
THE SKIN BROKE
EWWWWW
when your arms start to go??
EYES?? yeah I’ve listened to TMA, I know that’s never good
unzip is such a viscerally uncomfortable word to describe skin opening ngl
we love to see the acceptance of transgender horrors changing their names
YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY BE SCARED
wet with mould???
this reminds me of episode 2
SKULL PULLS APART??
of course something is bloody wrong with her
hey guys I think they need help
also the moderators are CLEARLY trying to make sure other people don’t find out that it went badly
I have so many questions
CELIA STOP MANIPULATING HIM OMFG
[looks at a couple] sooo, which one of you dies of a cycling accident and which one dies of a heart problem?
I mean it’s fair to assume that Jon did in fact die of a heart thing considering he was, y’know, fatally stabbed
BASIRA OMFG
LEAVE BASIRA ALONE SHE DESERVES A NORMAL LIFE
HELEN
nooo don’t talk to helen, she’s a tory
oh gods gwen my poor girl
oh no she’s crying
aaaaa that’s so sad
typical alice
literally the most alice mug ever
this is rlly saying dyhard rights
OMG SHES ACTUALLY CONFESSING TO ALICE
AND ALICE IS TAKING HER SERIOUSLY
ooo gwen is bitter, we love to see it
alice being cynical about her boss gives me life
mmmmm yes eyes and tape recorder
ALICE KNOWS TAPE RECORDERS ARE DANGEROUS
of course you’re in danger alice, glad you finally admitted it
oh god
chills. literal chills.
and THAT’S another fucking cliffhanger
alice my darling, I am Concerned
#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp 23#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol spoilers#tma#tma spoilers#the magnus archives#the magnus archives spoilers#mag 200
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Trusting Again | chapter 005: escaping
Word count: 1771
a/n: we’re back to Cat’s pov lmao sorry
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It’s been two and a half exhausting weeks. Right now I’m just laying on the floor with not much to do, obviously, just looking at the ceiling. But on some side notes, I spent my birthday in prison. Big 20 locked up in an underwater prison, that was fun.
I was almost falling asleep when I heard some noises from outside the cells that definitely woke me up.
“Sam?” I called him as I sat up
“I heard it too.” He replied
I couldn’t really hear very well since I think the whole point of being locked in here is exactly that. But I then heard the door open and I just assumed it was the guards.. I’m kinda hungry tho.
I heard my cell door opening and when I looked up, I saw Bucky. Yeah, I’m just as shocked as you are.
“You know,” he cleared his throat “I don’t think this suits you very well.”
“Oh yeah? And what suits me exactly?” I crossed my legs
“I can think of a few things.” He said reaching down and helping me stand up
“You know, this isn’t gonna help your reputation any more, soldat.” I said
“Well that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He shrugged and I saw a little smile forming on his lips
A very small smile.
I walked out of my cell and the rest of the guys were out too, including Wanda. Steve was also there, obviously.
“Are we.. good?” Bucky asked me
“Well that depends” I looked at him “You’re gonna try and kill me again?”
“Don’t tempt me, darling.” He raised his eyebrows and I chuckled
“Are you okay?” Steve came up to me
“I am.” I nodded
“Happy belated birthday, by the way.” he shrugged with a small smile
“Happy belated birthday to you too.” I rolled my eyes laughing
No, we don’t have the same birthday, mine is just a few days after his.
“Sorry for letting you spend it here, I’ll make it up to you.” He told me
“It’s alright” I shrugged “My neighbor was pretty chatty.”
“She was the chatty one.” Sam said and I chuckled
“Ross is probably gonna come soon so we gotta get out of here.” Steve told us
“I hope you brought us some clothes.” I told him
“Well.. we can talk about that in the jet.” he said
I looked at Wanda and I immediately walked over to her.
“Hi.” I put my hands on her arms
“Hi.” She sighed relieved and pulled me into a hug
“Oh, you’re giving me a hug?” I said teasing her.. and kinda surprised too, I’m usually the one who has to hug her first
“Shut up.” She said hugging me tighter and I laughed
“How are you?” I asked pulling away from her
“I’m better now.” She replied as we followed Steve to get out of there
We got to the jet and Natasha was there, which kinda surprised me, to be honest.
“You’re here.” I looked at her
“What? You thought I was gonna leave you guys rotting in there?” She said
“What about Tony?”
“Well.. I don’t think he wants to see me.” She shrugged
“Yeah, makes sense.” I winced and she chuckled
“Here, I brought some clothes for you girls.” She handed me a bag
“You’re an angel.” I grabbed the bag and inside, there were some leggings and t shirts for me and Wanda
We got out of there and talked about what we were gonna do next. We were gonna drop Scott and Clint back in United States and as for the rest of us.. well, we’re still figuring out what we’re gonna do.
(…)
Hours later, we’ve already left Scott in California and we just got to Clint’s house.
“Are you guys gonna be okay?” He asked looking at us
“Yeah.” Steve nodded letting out a sigh “I think we’re gonna be just fine.”
“And you?” He looked at me
“What about me?” I asked
“What are you planning on doing?”
“Well I think I still need to figure that out.” I replied and he squinted “Why?“
“I think you deserve a decent and normal life now that we kinda got out of this mess, you deserve a break.” He said
“You sound like Nat.” I looked at her and they both laughed “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
“And take that break, will you?”
“I’ll try, dad.” I rolled my eyes laughing
We said our goodbyes to Clint and then we left. By the way, before we left Scott, we met up Vision and him and Wanda are gonna stay in Scotland so that’s our next stop.
“You know,” Wanda sat next to me “Now that I'm getting a good look at him, he is very cute.” She whispered tilting her head towards Bucky and I looked at him
“I told you.” I smiled and we both giggled
“What are you gonna do? Where are you gonna go?” She asked
“Well, I still need to decide that.”
“Well wherever she’s going, she’s not gonna be alone, that’s for sure.” Sam’s voice made both of us look at him
“You wanna come with me?” I cocked an eyebrow at him
“Well you need someone to look after you.” He shrugged
I giggled. “I can take care of myself.”
“We know you can, but I think it’s best if you have some company.” Steve spoke
“Oh so this was your idea?” I looked at him
“Sort of.” He looked at me with a small smile “Don’t blame me for worrying about the safety of the youngest on the team.”
I rolled my eyes. “Alright, fine.” I looked back at Sam “Any places in mind?”
“I don’t know.. I heard Cuba is great.”
“You wanna go to Cuba?” I asked
“Why not?” He shrugged “You’ve lived in the Caribbean before.”
“I have, it was a little over a decade, but yeah.”
“And you know spanish so I think we’re gonna be okay.” He said “What do you say?”
“Well Cuba sounds great.” I nodded
“And it’ll only be for a few months, right?”
“Yeah, just a few months.”
(…)
“Are you gonna be okay?” Wanda asked
“Yeah, don't worry about me.”
“I'm sorry, but that's impossible.”
“I'll be fine and besides, I'm not gonna be alone.” I shrugged and she looked over at Sam
“You better take good care of her.” She told him
“Of course I will.” He nodded passing his arm over my shoulders
“Keep in touch.” Steve told her “Both of you.”
“We will, Captain.” Vision nodded
“I guess we'll see you in a few months?” Wanda said
“Of course.” I nodded and she gave me a hug “I love you, red.”
“And I love you.” She pulled away and gave me a smile
Well, it's us five now.
“So where are you guys going?” I looked at Steve
“I don't know.” He sighed “Russia doesn't sound too bad when I got two translators with me.” He looked at Bucky and Natasha
“Maybe we should go to the Caribbean too.. just in case anything happens, of course.” Bucky replied “It's closer.”
“Ow, you're worried about us? That’s cute.” I pouted teasing him and Steve chuckled
“Never mind.” He rolled his eyes “Russia sounds perfect.”
“Russia doesn’t sound too bad.” Natasha added
(...)
*lets’s fast forward to Cuba, fuck it*
“So I guess this is it.” Steve said
“Yeah.” We nodded
“We’ll see you in a few months.” He said “Be careful.”
“We’re always careful, Cap.” I replied
“And keep in touch, please.”
“Of course.” Sam nodded
“Send us a postcard from wherever you decide to go.” I told him
“We will.” He chuckled
“Can I have a hug?” I asked
“You’re asking me for a hug?” He raised an eyebrow at me as he opened his arms
“Yeah, I think I am.” I nodded hugging him
“A hug it’s great.” He rested his head on mine
“I love you.” I pulled away from him “Even if it seems like I don’t sometimes.”
“I know you do.” He smiled “And I love you too, bubs.”
“And I’m sorry about what I did.” I winced
“It’s alright, I don’t think I could’ve been mad at you for too long anyway.”
“Of course you couldn’t.” I rolled my eyes and he chuckled “Call us when you get to your destination.”
“Of course.” He nodded
“And you..” I looked at Nat “Keep an eye on him, will you?”
“You don’t even have to tell me.” She smiled “Call if anything happens.”
I nodded. “I will, don’t worry.” I said “I’ll bring you a souvenir next time we see each other.”
She chuckled. “That’ll be great, I’ll get one for you too.”
“So,” I looked at Bucky “I guess this is it.”
“I guess it is.” He nodded
“Well.. see you in a few months, stranger.”
“I certainly hope so.” He smiled
I gave him a small smile before I got off the jet with Sam.
“So,” he let out a sigh “This is gonna be our lives for the next few months.”
“Yup.” I nodded “We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know.”
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*let’s say it’s been like 2 or 3 weeks*
“I love this weather, honestly.” Sam said from the balcony “It’s amazing.”
We’re living in an apartment that’s actually close to the beach. Natasha ended up giving us the number of someone she knows that could help us get settled. So we have an apartment, we have passports, we have different ID’s and we’re basically just trying to lay low.
“It is.” I walked out to the balcony “Here.” I handed him his cup of coffee
“Thanks.” He said “Is Puerto Rico anything like this?”
“It’s similar.” I nodded
“That could be our next stop.” He said and I looked at him “Would you wanna go?”
“Well it would be amazing, actually, but considering that Puerto Rico is kinda part of the United States, I don’t think it’ll be a good idea.”
“Well you got a point.”
“Have you talked to Steve?” I asked taking a sip of my coffee
“No, other than when they got to Moscow.”
I just nodded in response. Natasha ended up going to Finland by herself, although she did said that it was just temporary and it was probably most likely that she would end up going to Russia with Steve.
I’m not gonna lie, I’m not feeling like a hundred percent okay, but I guess I’ll feel better with time.. hopefully.
“Wanna go to that little coffee shop we saw yesterday to get breakfast?” He asked
“Yeah, let’s go.” I nodded
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Family Ties | Modern!Tommy Series.
Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, Mature themes, use of the word 'Whore/Slut' Part: 10 Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader Requested: No Notes: If you read a series/story and you like it or even love it, please comment, like & reblog so writers know they're getting the interaction they deserve! It means so much to see someone reblog your work! I also want to thank everyone who has shown me so much love on my work!!
Family Ties | Modern!Tommy Series.
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Part Ten - Present Day.
You were laying in bed watching the time tick past, Tommy was sleeping peacefully, you had tucked into his side, praying for the night to slow down.
"Sleep darling" his voice was gruff coated with sleep, his fingers tickling against the bare skin of your waist.
You hadn't told him about Sam's parting question, feeling so humiliated by it, but you knew that was the main thing keeping you up.
Tommy pressed his lips to your forehead "tell me what it is" he asked softly, you nodded biting at your lip.
"When I left his apartment, he..he asked if I was going to give him some kind of special welcome back" you swallowed, feeling the tears press at your waterline.
You felt Tommy's body stiffen, could see him trying to keep his anger at bay, he took a deep breath "Fucking prick, that's not going to happen. I promise" he sat up slowly, you moved next to him, his hands cupping your face.
"We will be in there, I've got men ready, Arthur is ready to kill him, Sam is not getting near you" he tried to reassure you, you nodded.
"You say stop we stop" he confirmed once again, some kind of mantra he’d been using for the past few days, "but for now, lets sleep, eh?" he lifted the covers to let you slip back under, you wrapped your arm around his waist.
Snuggling back into his side, the comforting beat of his heart lulling you into a light sleep.
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Tommy was in the kitchen at the betting shop the next afternoon, he'd left you with Polly, Ada and Esme.
You'd been on edge all morning, even your favourite breakfast place by the river couldn't calm you, he'd had second thoughts, thought about pulling you out going about it in a different way.
You'd immediately noticed his shift in attitude, took his hand, told him you would be fine, you could do it.
He'd gathered his men, ready to lay out the plan. Finn and Isaiah had called up the club, enquired about any new girls, and had booked you out for the evening with his men.
Tommy was going to be there, back of the booth away from prying eyes.
“If you see anyone touch her, try to book her. You tell me, Arthur or John. No one is going near her, understand?” All the men mumbled their agreement.
Finn cleared his throat “is this a good idea Tom? Is it going to work?” He asked, John's hand connecting quickly with the back of his head.
Tommy was in his face, finger pointed “you got a better idea, eh? Let us hear it then” Finn rolled his eyes, not giving Tommy an answer, “you don't want to come? Want to stay home and act like going to a strip club isn't something you do?” Tommy stood back, his little brother was soft, and wasn't up for the kind of life this family had created.
You would be scolding him right now, would be telling him to leave Finn alone, let him live his life the way he wanted to live it. You had a soft spot for Finn, you’d come into his life when he was just thirteen, Finn had taken to you the fastest out of all the siblings, he didn’t have any reason not to trust you, he had loved being around you, you'd even persuaded Tommy to turn a room into his own so he could stay over whenever he wanted.
Tommy stepped away, lighting a cigarette “do what you want Finn you always do” he sighed, Finn slumped back in the chair, he just cared about you, couldn't lose you like he'd lost his mum.
Everyone left the kitchen, leaving Finn and Tommy alone, “I promise you she is going to be fine” Tommy took a seat opposite his little brother, Finn nodded “She takes care of us Tom”, Tommy smiled slightly “I know, and she’s going to still be around, do you think I’d let anything take her away?” he asked, trying to reassure Finn, “No” he shook his head, “I’ll be there tonight, I’ll make sure she’s alright” Finn added, Tommy nodded standing up giving him a brotherly pat on the back before he left the room.
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Tommy pressed a kiss to your lips, sitting a few roads away from the club. You’d hardly said anything on the drive over, his hands cupped at your cheek “Remember we’re all fucking there okay? Finn has even told me himself he’s going to make sure you’re alright” he smirked, you couldn’t help the small smile, of course Finn had your back, “I love you, remember that as well, fucking lost without you” he pressed another kiss to your lips.
You relaxed into his kiss, fingers stroking through the short hair at the nape of his neck, “I love you too, Tom” you rested your forehead against his, giving him a final kiss.
You grabbed your bag, took a deep breath, Tommy squeezed your thigh, you gave him a smile before opening the car door, “Y/N?” Tommy spoke softly before you closed the door, you popped your head back into the car, “Thank you” he smiled, you nodded “Anything for family, Thomas” you replied, giving him another smile as you closed the door.
Lydia greeted you with an excited squeal as you walked back into the club, you were surprised to see her still here, bundled into a tight hug you laughed lightly “Lyd, I didn’t expect you to be here”, she shrugged leading you through the bar to the familiar back corridors “the money is good” she answered, as you nodded “Thats why I’m back need the money” you put your bags down on the dressing table.
You had made yourself up, hair slicked back into a high ponytail, the outfit you’d picked was sexy but not over the top, small black shorts, high heels and a small crop top, you felt out of place so unnatural in this environment.
Making your way through the club, scanning the room for familiar faces, Lydia had told you Sam would be in later, he had a few things to sort out before he arrived, that relaxed you slightly.
A few hours later you heard the unmistakable voice of Sam, his hot breath fanning across the skin of your neck as you served someone at the bar “my favourite little whore is back” he chuckled, you moved away from his body “Y/N, your booths order is ready” Summer smiled taking over from you.
Sam’s hand circled around your wrist “Come find me after, still need to welcome you back” he sneered, you nodded feeling sick to your stomach.
You adjusted your top as you grabbed for the round of drinks checking the ticket number, you smiled knowing exactly who’s table that was.
“A round of shots, gentlemen” you shouted over the music with a beaming smile on your face, “Ere’ she is, hello sister” Arthur draped his arm around your shoulder.
“Hello Arthur” you dropped a light peck to his cheek “Looking stunning as always, y/n” he chuckled.
“Oi!” Tommy looked up from his phonee,yes locking with yours, as he shouted at his brother.
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"Where are you headed this time, dear?" Elliott asked from his study.
"Oh, just gonna kick Pierre's ass. Don't wait up for me." Taylor answered.
Elliott simply nodded, engrossed in planning out his next novel. Then, his husband's words hit him, and he sprung to his feet. "Taylor, what do you mean?" Elliott asked, hands on Taylor's shoulders.
"Heard from Sam that the piece of shit's been taking credit for my produce. He bought one of my bottles of ancient fruit wine for his mom's birthday, and Pierre had the audacity to claim that he brewed it himself." The farmer was fuming by this point. He unsheathed his Galaxy Sword. In the other hand, he pulled out his phone and opened a text conversation between himself and Sam. "Get a load of this, babe."
The picture in question was of the farmer's best friend holding the bottle of wine mentioned earlier. In lieu of the "Blackwood Farm" label was a label from Pierre's General Store.
Elliott was appalled. "Well, I never!"
"Yep. I almost wish I'd let Joja settle in so I could sell my stuff there instead."
Elliott hugged the farmer. "I'm so sorry he did this. Surely Mayor Jodi will realize once she opens her birthday present?"
"Hopefully. Unless she throws the book at him, I may as well fly my stuff to the city instead." And Taylor easily could. Not only did he possess a private pilot's license, but, just before he pulled a "Fuck this, I'm out," from his job at Joja, he used his cut of his grandfather's inheritance to become the owner of a Cessna, which was parked just outside.
"I definitely wouldn't fault you for that. We do speak of the same individual who placed a bucket of water atop the door and revealed my secret to everyone in town."
"That son of a bitch!" As if Taylor hadn't already lost enough respect for the man. If Pelican Town wasn't such a tight-knit community, that could've ended with his husband being experimented on, or being an attraction for a water park!
"Agreed, and he is not the only one. Who do you suppose was in on this act of betrayal?"
Of mother-fucking-course, the douchebag who used to call himself mayor paid Pierre to do it. Yoba forbid the man spent his money on improving the town. Instead, he made a gold statue of himself and, apparently, paid shopkeepers to expose townsfolks' secrets.
Normally, Elliott would never condone violence, but he would happily make an exception for Pierre. "Remember not to tread any blood on the floor, darling. That will be an absolute nightmare to clean."
With a kiss from his husband, Taylor was off.
Just as he was about to enter the store, he saw his father in law leaving, groceries in hand. "Hey, Pops." Taylor greeted.
Willy noticed the amount of weapons the farmer was carrying. "Headed to the caves, my boy?"
"Not exactly."
Taylor and Willy walked to the saloon, where he told the fisherman everything.
"Trust me, son. I had a bone to pick with them both. Lewis was picking his teeth off the floor just before he got locked up, and after Pierre let Elliott's secret out, I had half a mind to buy a Joja membership."
Taylor patiently waited for the "But....."
"Sure, Pierre's a scumbag, but I couldn't bear the thought of the community centre being destroyed."
"Yeah, that's fair."
"Lewis deserved everything. May have broken my hand, but like hell do I have any regrets."
"What should I do about Pierre, Pops? Can't just let him get away with this."
"That's the thing-you won't. And I have an idea."
Taylor's phone buzzed, his husband's name appearing on the caller ID. He answered the phone. "You're on speaker, hon, and your dad's with me. I caught him up, and he has an idea."
"Ah. Do tell."
"One of you will blow the whistle on his ass, just like we did to Lewis." Willy explained. "The Flower Dance is right around the corner, and Pierre always uses Taylor's goods for the buffet table."
"Sounds like a plan. I think Elliott better do it, Pops. You know how I am when I'm pissed."
"Happily, darling." Elliott agreed.
With the plan made, all that was left was to wait for April 24th.
#stardew valley#my fanfiction#stardew valley elliott#sdv farmer#merman elliott#willy practically adopted elliott
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Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto
Yumi & Sam (Part 2)
Yumi deliberately wanted to spend time with her grandson. And she didn't let her discomfort show. Her joints ached, her back… her whole body. But the smile on her face, which she showed Sam, didn't fade for a second. “What kind is it going to be, Grandma? A normal one or something else?"/ ‘Take your pick, my darling’.
Sam hesitated for a moment. Then he created the snowman according to his own imagination. Yumi watched him patiently. Only when he had finished did she go to him. She looked at the snowman again and then back at Sam. Then he saw that his grandmother was smiling. “He looks very good.” “Thank you.” His reply came out somewhat indifferently and without expression on his face.
Yumi looked into his eyes. The little boy didn't have to say anything, because she knew what seemed to be going on inside him. . “Don't worry, I'm not angry with you, okay? You're… a special boy, Sam. Don't be afraid of what's bothering you so much.” She gave him a long and loving hug. “How long is it until… until it doesn't hurt anymore?”. He asked her in a somewhat desperate, quiet voice. “That's for your heart to decide, you hear? Let's go back inside,”.
inSome time later. By now it was evening again. While Morgana took care of dinner, Thornton stared silently out of the window. He too had become very thoughtful over the last few days. He had become very accustomed to family life. But what he missed most was his work.
“Oh man, he must be really crazy……"/ ‘who?’/ ‘Boyd Wainwright running around outside in the summer look.’/ ”hnhn, maybe he wants to strengthen his defenses. “/“Yeah or they just don't have winter clothes…hh”. Morgana heard some annoyance in his voice. He hadn't been in this mood in a while. “Are you that upset or what's wrong?”.
Thornton turned around and continued in a gruff tone. “phh, no, a guy walking around half naked outside certainly doesn't upset me. I'm just upset that there seems to be a standstill here now. Since Nick's speech and their food donation, nothing else has happened"/ ‘Mhm, I know’/ ‘Yeah, and isn't that driving you crazy?’/ ‘Sure, and I'm also worried about how long we can make do with the supplies’.
“And? Damn, something has to happen here at last. What about the internet? These guys who had him under control have nothing to do here anymore, so no more control… Or am I seeing it wrong?"/ ‘you'd better have a chat with Cyclone abot it, I'm still keeping to the regular times’.
“Oh man, okay, I'll talk to him then.”. . She could still hear his displeasure in his voice. But she smiled. “You do that. I'll go to the cemetery very early tomorrow with Yumi and Sam"/ ”Really? Why?"/ ”Because she wants to visit her son. Besides… I have a feeling this will be her last visit"/ ”hm, okay but be careful about the snow. Quite a lot has come down in the last few days…”.
Even before dinner was ready, Yumi retreated upstairs. This was no longer an unfamiliar sight for the others. But until now, they could only guess what she was really like. She felt weaker from day to day. And she knew it wasn't because she wasn't eating enough. “N-no, you're still giving me the time I deserve, do you understand me? h-hh”. She was weak and slowly felt her way along the wall towards the bed.
Dinner was eaten in silence. Until Sam said something that almost made their food stick in their throats. “Grandma's going to die soon… Very soon"/. Thornton let his spoon slide into the bowl, a little shocked. “And… How do you know that?”. The boy shrugged briefly, “I just know…”. Morgana didn't let the whole thing get too close.
The table was silent again for a moment. Then the somewhat indifferent, sad voice of the boy was heard again. “Morning"/ ”cough, what? Hey, stop it, Sam…"/ ‘Thornton!’. Morgana gave him a warning look. “What, do you think that…"/ ‘Shut up, will you?’. After her words, all was quiet and everyone ate their bowls empty in silence.
It was customary to wait at the table until everyone had finished eating. Sam took a little longer today. Morgana and her husband looked at each other in silence. Then he looked at the boy. Even if he felt like saying something, his wife could still dissuade him with a shake of her head. he should accept it, as incredible as it sounded.
After dinner. “um… Sam…"/ ‘it's all right, it's no big deal if you don't believe me…’/ ‘No, I… I just wanted to ask you if you wanted me to read you a bedtime story?’. The boy looked at him in silence. Then he hugged him for a moment and shook his head. “No, not today"/ ‘o.k…. Then sleep well’.
Sam was torn inside. He couldn't really deal with what he was sensing. Some speak of premonitions, others say visions. He can't see any images, can't give any precise details. It's just… A feeling that he almost hopes his body is just playing tricks on him.
When he arrived in the room, his eyes went back to his sleeping grandmother. And he could hear that her breathing was different today than he was used to. Her breaths were long and heavy, sometimes a little irregular. He wanted to suppress the feeling that was raging inside him for a moment and took his teddy bear that Morgana had given him… “Please make Grandma's pain go away soon”, he whispered..
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ship and let ship but sometimes i forget people unironically like zoey/sam. like nothing against you if you do but shes my darling baby and deserves much better than sam sweetly
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Lantern of Evil, Chapter Nine
MARVEL MASTERLIST
CHAPTER EIGHT
Chapter Nine: When the Autumn Leaves Start to Fall
But I miss you most of all, my darling/ When autumn leaves start to fall
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You’ve been home for maybe two hours when your phone buzzes, and your heart stops when you see Grant’s name, and the picture you’d taken that day on the bridge, show up on the screen.
You turn it upside down and go outside with a book.
A few minutes later, you come back in for a drink. You flip the phone rightside-up and look at it for a long moment, then pour yourself some iced tea and go back out.
Then you need more ice.
Then you need a sweater, because it’s getting chilly these days.
Then, finally, you stomp inside and toss your book onto the table. You might as well get it over with.
Grant xoxo: I’m sorry Sam bothered you. I didn’t ask him to do that.
You stand there with your phone in hand as you finish the glass of tea, thinking. Finally, you decide a brief answer wouldn’t hurt anything.
You: it’s fine. he’s a nice guy
You tap at your phone for a few more seconds, put it back down, and go upstairs to reorganize the bathroom cabinet. You refuse to leave until the job is done, but unfortunately it’s a small cabinet and doesn’t take very long.
What do you even want? Do you want him to text you again? Do you want him to call? What are you even going to say to him? If you go downstairs and he hasn’t, are you gonna cry about it?
I mean, yeah of course I will.
The screen lights up when you touch it – his picture again.
Captain Lie-merica: He said you might not shoot me if I came by.
Captain Lie-merica: :)
Captain Lie-merica: Sorry, that was bad. I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again unless you want.
You glare at the phone and revise your response eleven times.
You: emphasis on might
A few more taps, and you put it down and go to clean out the refrigerator. At least today is turning out to be productive.
This Asshole: I deserved that. I’m sorry for how I handled everything.
This Asshole: If you let me, I would do anything to make it up to you.
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Doll: emphasis on might
Steve: I deserved that. I’m sorry for how I handled everything.
Steve: If you let me, I would do anything to make it up to you.
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Steve hasn’t been this close to hyperventilating since he first got the serum. It’s been almost twelve hours since his last message, and you still haven’t responded. He’s doing better, though – he’s down to checking it once an hour. He made it two hours when he fell asleep around one in the morning, and then jerked awake a little after three, to see no notifications. Just the background, a picture of the two of you sitting on a blanket at an outdoor concert in Hyde Park. You're mid-laugh, and he's beaming at you like he won the lottery. He can't bring himself to change it.
So now he’s up before five a.m., debating whether his usual morning run will help or not, or be pulmonary-neutral. He’s also debating whether he can trust Sam to keep his mouth shut and just run, or if he’s gonna try to talk about it like a goddamn shrink. Well, Steve can outrun that shit if he starts it.
But he can’t outrun Bucky, at least not easily.
Steve groans as he stumbles into the common area to see all three of them in various stages of alertness: Sam and Bucky and Nat, lacing up shoes and tucking modest weapons into discreet places (well, that’s just Natasha, but he can’t expect any less from her). He fixes them all with a glare, and turns at the sound of a small body bumping its way down the hall. Wanda’s barely upright, rubbing her eyes, one shoe on and the other in her hand.
“Why am I awake?” she mutters, coming into the kitchen. “Natalia, whyyy?”
“You need to improve your endurance,” Natasha says, unmoved. “And I need someone to run with when the super troopers open the throttle.”
Steve puts his arm around her when she tucks herself against his side. “Steve, she’s so mean to me.”
“Are you all planning to stalk me this morning?”
“Rhodey’s in D.C.,” Sam says, “and Vision’s still charging or whatever he does.” He dodges a swipe from Wanda. “And Bruce doesn’t run.”
“Wanda doesn’t run either,” Wanda muttered, reaching for the coffee pot and squeaking when Natasha slaps her hand.
“Not before you work out. Could go badly.”
“I could just make breakfast for everyone,” Wanda offers.
“No,” Natasha insists. “You’ll fall asleep and then we’ll have nothing but cereal.”
“I like cereal.” Steve feels like he ought to intervene here, since they’re obviously doing this out of some misguided sense of comradery.
“I won’t fall asleep, and Vis can help me.”
“No!” Four horrified voices sing in chorus. Sam looks like he’s ready to defend the kitchen with his own body.
“He’s gotten a lot better,” Wanda mutters, pulling on her other shoe.
Sam doesn’t say anything while they run, and neither does anyone else. At least, no one says anything about you, or The Situation. Wanda says a little bit about the cold morning air and man’s inhumanity to man, but after a mile or so she can’t say anything. Steve and Bucky run a couple of extra miles, just to open up and feel it, and when they get back to the front of the compound the others are in the middle of their cool-down stretches. Steve feels a rush of affection for them all.
“So,” Natasha says, head between her feet, “she left you on read.”
Affection cancelled.
“How – how do you know that?” Steve tries to work up a glare. Natasha just looks at him, utterly unimpressed.
“So what we’re going to do is, bring her here this afternoon and you two can have a long conversation.”
“No, you are absolutely not going to do that.” Steve isn’t surprised that Sam objects to this plan, but he is surprised that Sam beat him to it.
Natasha rolls with it. “Okay, we’ll keep tabs on the historical society and when she’s there alone –“
“Nat, no.” She smirks at him. Bucky looks a little disappointed.
“Okay, so then Wanda –“
“You are not going to use Wanda against my – against anyone.” Steve glares at Wanda, who sticks her tongue out at him. “You agreed to this?”
“You’re hurting,” she said simply. “And we love you.”
His heart hurts a little, but in a good way. He heads into the compound, calling back over his shoulder, “No kidnapping or stalking or mind-reading anyone.”
“You’re boring, Rogers!” Nat shouts after him.
“You’re maintaining safe and healthy boundaries!” Sam yells, and gives him a thumbs-up when he looks back.
Steve spends the next few hours in the staff gym rather than the Avengers’ training gym, because it’s the point farthest from his suite. When he gets back that afternoon, his phone is still laying on his nightstand.
He picks it up.
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Good old Joan, you think, settling onto the bench in front of her. The one constant in my life. Never-changing, always steadfast.
Still kind of crappy.
You stand and wander around the room, glancing at but not really seeing the other pieces. He isn’t late, but if he waits to be on time your nerves will have exploded and created a new dwarf planet which will then collapse upon itself and eat the universe. You sit back down and check your phone.
You: do you have time to meet?
This Asshole: Yes, anytime.
You: how about monday at the museum
You: later in the day, so there aren’t classes
This Asshole: I can be there at 3, if that’s ok?
This Asshole: Do you want me to pick you up?
You: 3 is fine. i’ll meet you there
Another circuit of the room, and you sit again. You’re just about to get back up – it’s 2:58 and I’m walking out at 3:01 – when you hear footsteps behind you.
It might not be him. It could be a student. Some of them are still trying to pass. It might not be him. You could look behind you, you know.
“What’s going on with the light down by that first fury?” a deep voice asks.
You swallow hard, and your voice comes out softer than normal. “Where’s it coming from, under her skirt?”
He sits next to you, not infringing on your space but close enough that you could reach out. You don’t, and you don’t look at him. He’s not your Grant anymore, if he ever was; it won’t be the same. You didn’t lie to Sam – his appearance wasn’t what you loved, but it was part of him. You can’t look at Captain America and see Grant, not yet.
But his voice is the same. You can pretend nothing has changed, as long as you don’t look.
“Got a lantern of evil in her pants, I guess,” he says, and your lips twitch humorlessly.
The first time you sat here with him, the silence was pleasant, easy. You shared a space and at least part of an opinion. Neither of you had expectations of the other. If you’d never seen him again, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Now it matters. Now everything matters. This silence is filled with hurt and fear and yearning, and even though you know someone has to talk, you can’t get your mouth open. There’s a pressure building behind your eyes, and if you blink the tears will start falling and you’re afraid they’ll never stop.
Grant, Steve, sighs. His hand grips the edge of the bench, and you recognize the hand in the drawing before you look away. It’s bigger than Grant’s, but not by a lot. Grant had such long and graceful fingers, you suppose that even the peak of human performance wouldn’t demand more. There’s hair on the back of this hand, coarser and thicker than the smattering that Grant sported.
You wonder what it would feel like. Grant’s hands were calloused and a little rough – you’d assumed from holding pencils and brushes and general life events that take their toll on hands – would these hands be coarser? Or had Grant kept all the marks and scars that Steve Rogers earned? Would these hands would feel different; would they touch differently?
“I missed you,” he says finally, and you close your eyes to block out everything but his voice.
“I missed you, too,” you whisper. You imagine that you can hear him smile.
“You know,” he clears his throat and pauses, then plunges on, “I have a bad habit of not telling the whole truth to people I care about. I tell them what I think they need to know, leave out what I think will hurt them, or what’s too hard for me to explain.” Your head bows a little; you still can’t look at him. “It cost me my home, part of my family, for almost two years. It put people in danger.”
“I knew better,” he says, voice catching. “And then I did it to you.”
You’re so tense you’re about to start vibrating. “They say the first step is admitting you have a problem,” you say, then kick yourself. None of this is a joke.
His fingers brush against yours, and you jerk away. The sound he makes is so fragile.
You open your eyes and try not to gape. He is, as Sam had said, a very large dude, very near your personal space, his big shoulders where Grant’s head used to be, so when you turn to him you see a wall of plaid-wrapped muscle and you have to look up past a chiseled jawline (Grant’s jaw was sharper, you think) to see his eyes, and –
The tears spill over and you choke back a sob.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? What did I – ?”
You shake your head and lift your hand to his face.
“They’re your eyes,” you weep. “They’re still your eyes.”
His face crumples and his breath catches. He leans his cheek into your hand, stormy blue eyes boring into yours. “I’m still me.” His voice is low, broken. Somehow, his arms (too big) are around you, his hand (too broad) is cradling your head against his chest (too solid), but his voice, Grant’s voice, is murmuring against your temple, and your mind clutches it like a lifeline. As long as he’s whispering, sighing into your ears, you can forget the rest.
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Paula Cole – Autumn Leaves
But I miss you most of all, my darling/ When autumn leaves start to fall
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what my ocs would do if you trauma dumped to them
Thomas: damn
Sam: *HUGS YOU ASF* i’m so sorry that happened to you. please lmk if i can do anything to help you out, ok? ó^ò
Lucian: excuse me ignore me im so sorry no no no im not crying……….GAAAAAHGGH YOU NEVER DESERVED THAT NO ONE DESERVES TO HAVE THAT HAPPEN TO THEM YOU WERE JUST A KIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD AAAAYYGGHHHH 😭💥💥😿💥💔😿💥💔😿😿💔💥😿💥💥💥 WAUAYAGAGAHHHHH 💥💔💔😭🥲😭💥💥😭💥💥💔😭💔💔😭💔💔💥😭😿😿😿💥💔💔💔💥💥💥😭😭😭 I LOVE YOUUUU 😭😭💥💔😭😭💔💔😭💥💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💥😭💥😭😭😭💔 I LOVE YOU SO MUUCUUCUCYHHXHHH 😭💔💥💥💥💥💥💔💔😭😭
Evelyn: i am so sorry, darling. here’s 100000 dollars. 🩷
Max: *tries to hug you and then falls down and breaks his ankle, fractures his skull, and dislocates his spine* do you wanna go get some ice cream together so you feel better? :3
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