#not me going on and on about sam in the tags of a sebastian post

[ryuubff]

it's probably obvious that. sebastian is my favorite. sorry. i also like sam though hes cute

also in my first spring i kept fishign up flounders (because . BECAUSE I LOVE FISHING) and i found out only sebastian somewhat likes them and just kept giving it to him.

[moonferry]

okay next up on are they/arent they, we have:

the marriage candidates and if they're a big spoon or little spoon. (or if they don't have a preference/prefer a different form of cuddling)

this isn't by favoritism btw im just writing these down as i think of the people

* shane: little spoon. something about him makes me wanna wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck, yk? maybe draw circles on his stomach with your finger.

* sam: despite his massive height, hes a little spoon. he absolutely loves being held. can & will sit in your lap. it's like those really huge dogs who sit on their person's lap because they think they're a small little puppy and obviously you let them because it's adorable.

* sebastian: BIG SPOON. he's short but that doesn't stop him. if you're taller than him, he will cling like a backpack. LOVE to bury his face in your shoulder blades . also loves it when people lay on his chest.

* alex: i think he doesn't really like spooning, he likes to lay his head on your shoulder or lap. if you start playing with his hair or massaging his back? it's over for him. literal puddle.

* elliott: i think he's open to both. doesn't really matter - it's up to you. he'll happily do whatever you like, you want to be spooned? got it. you want to spoon him? got it. also likes to lay his head on your stomach - thinks the gurgles sound like the ocean and it's calming to him.

* harvey: tough. i think he's very shy about physical affection - even if you two have been together for x number of years - and he often prefers to sit side by side, his arm around your waist or shoulders. he loves back hugs tho. like you come in from the farm and go into the kitchen, harvey is gonna walk in and wrap his arms around you. if he's taller than you, he'd definitely rest his chin on your head & ask you about your day.

* abigail: oh, big spoon for sure. she's so self assured & powerful. when she spoons you, she feels like she's protecting you & it's honestly very sweet. also she's a big kisser. when you two cuddle, you will be covered in little smooch marks.

* leah: i honestly think she'd be a little spoon. *i saw someone say that leah's ex partner always forced her to be the big spoon and that's why she'd hate it. i'll try to link their post if i find it* she would also enjoy it if you laid on her lap, however.

* penny: both. she'd be more likely to be the little spoon though. i also feel like she loves to face you & bury her face in the crook of your neck, maybe run her fingers through your hair as she listens to you talk about your day.

* maru: little spoon. she just loves to lay in your arms and fidget with your fingers. bonus points if you let her ramble about her newest inventions. oh and gently kiss her shoulders. she would love that.

* haley: Big Spoon. i think - after you get to know her - haley is very affectionate. not pda, just private affection between the two of you. she absolutely loves when you lay in her arms. if you face her, she'll smile softly and run her fingers through your hair, telling you how beautiful/handsome/gorgeous you are. lots of forehead kisses are in bound.

* emily: honestly? i think emily would be either. she absolutely loves cuddling, but can sometimes be overwhelmed by physical affection. i also think she'd like it if you laid directly on top of her while you cuddled - kind of like a living weighted blanket. if she gets overwhelmed, she will wrap herself in a blanket and lightly lean against you

i tried my best to keep these the same length but Some people *glaring* wouldn't stop making ideas come into my head.

also i see why people usually do these in 2 parts there's so many tag options oh my god

[ravengards-rogue]

bright as the morning, soft as the rain

sebastian (stardew valley) x reader

✧ tags : gender neutral reader, canon divergence, a lot of author liberties, alcohol, fluffy, pre-relationship, mildly suggestive but sooo mildly lol.

✧ wc : 3.4k (this is ridiculous lol)

✧ a/n : the thing to get me out of my writing slump being sdv fanfiction is hilarious.

hi! this is the first part to a silly little alternative first kiss series i have planned for the stardew romanceable characters. i think the other ones will be shorter (hopefully but lol).

i will link the rest of them as they get posted. i hope u like. rbs appreciated. also tagging @antique-remains (hi this is fang on my side blog lol)

✧ synopsis : sebastian wants to do anything but think of you. he's failing miserably on that front. sam and abigail are not helping.

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“Earth to Sebastian,” Sam snaps his fingers in front of Sebastian’s face. Sebastian jumps in his skin. “What’s with you today? If you’re not gonna take our pool playing tradition seriously, I’m not playing.”  

He swipes a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. Half-empty Joja-Cola can sits directly besides his pool stick, the faint air of smoke and liquor in the air. Right. He’s here to play pool.  

 He pinches the bridge of his nose with exasperation, shaking off the feeling before scratching the back of his neck.  

“No, sorry. I wanna play, just…give me a sec.”  

“Got something on your mind Seb?”  Abigail prods, unfortunately intuitive. Sebastian scowls at her. She stands to her feet to get closer, sitting on the edge of the pool table with her cheek turned just enough to look at him. Her smile is coy. “A certain someone, maybe?”  

His scowl deepens, lip curled in distaste. “No. Move. You’re in my way.”  

“You’re a bad liar.” Abigail says with a resigned sigh, arms crossed. “You weren’t this spacey last time you dated someone. ”  

“Fuck off,” Sebastian sighs. “It’s not like that yet.”  

Abigail grins before Sebastian can  correct the slip up. “Yet. Yet, he says.” 

Sebastian feels himself blush. “Ugh.” 

He sighs as he stands back up, leaning against his pool stick. Sam stops whatever he was doing (messing with the pool table deliberately, Sebastian assumes), taking newfound interest in the conversation.  

“Oh, you two talking about our new neighbor?” 

“Not really new. It’s been like… what a year or two almost?” Abigail adds. Sam shrugs.  

“That’s true. But it feels new to me anyway.” Sam says. He gives up on pool it seems like, abandoning his stick on the table in favor of navigating to the box pizza balancing on another table nearby and his drink. Sebastian watches him shimmy a slice of the pie, not bothering to blow on it as he eats. “Oh is that why your heads in the clouds? Figures.”  

“I didn’t say that. Abigail said that.”  

“And you’re saying she’s wrong?”  

Sebastian huffs. “…Yes.”  

Sam laughs good-naturedly. “Pfft. Uh-huh, yeah. I super believe you.”  

“Fuck you both.” 

“Come on, Seb. It’s not like everyone in town doesn’t know.”  

Sebastian’s frown deepens. “Not everyone.”  

Sam seats himself on the couch again and Abigail joins him. It creaks under the weight of them as they get comfortable together. Sebastian stays where he is, sitting on the tables edge with a drink in his hand and an itch for a cigarette.  

Sam counts on his fingers. “Your mom knows. My mom knows. Abby’s mom knows. If they all know then our dads definitely also know. Who else does that leave? Our towns tiny dude. Like I’d say Elliot doesn’t, but he’s here on Friday’s and he catches up with gossip all the time. So basically everyone.”  

“…Shit.”  

“See? Told you.”  

Sebastian doesn’t need everyone to know what’s going on between you. He doesn’t even know what’s going on between you. It’s taken him longer than he cares to admit to even acknowledge that there was something there. And he didn’t know it was mutual until recently when Abigail came dropped by to tell him she overheard her dad explaining old Pelican Town traditions on dating and romance. 

(Abigail always describes things in excruciating detail, adding all the bells and whistles. This makes her great to play the Solarion Chronicles with.  

It also makes her  good at artfully recounting interactions. He can easily picture you the way she said she saw you, overalls  half unbuttoned, dirt covered and leaning over the counter just slightly giving Pierre your rapt attention.   

The thought of it is enough to trigger some sense of affection he’s never entirely felt before.)  

It’s not like Sebastian is against the idea of dating you, it’s just— 

“I think you should go out with them Seb. I like ‘em a lot more than your exes.”  

Sebastian sighs. “You guys know why I’m on the fence.”  

Sam shrugs. “Does they even count though? They’re not actually from here. They live here sure but they didn’t grow up here.”  

“Right? That’s what I think too. Might as well go for it.” Abigail shrugs, glancing at Sebastian. “I really don’t get why you’re hesitating. Something else has to bugging you.”  

“I thought that too.” Sam adds. 

A faint blush creeps up his neck. He loves his friends and sometimes, he appreciates how well they know him. Times like this, he thinks it wouldn’t kill them to be a little less perceptive.  

They’re not wrong. It is something of a flimsy excuse to try not to think about you. Sebastian has always had a not dating policy about people he grew up with. He nearly dated Abigail in highschool and it was a shitshow. So he’s vowed to never do it again.  

But that’s not the real reason he’s been rejecting the possibility in his head. He uses it more for himself than anyone else. It’s not like he can give them the real answer because he thinks it’s one hundred times more embarrassing.  

How the fuck is he meant to tell them the reason he keeps hesitating to define your relationship is because he feels like he likes you too much?  

That’s the real reason he’s going in circles about it. It’s so cringe it makes him want to break out in hives but well, it is true. Sebastian likes you—like really fucking likes you—and it’s freaking him out because he thinks it’s the first time he’s really liked anyone.  

Dating has never been all that fun for Sebastian. It wasn’t something that felt meaningful. He dated mostly in college and only one of those relationships lasted a significant amount of time. And even then the relationship was never all that genuine. They ultimately broke up because Sebastian realized they were fundamentally incompatible. As bad as it sounds, there wasn’t a real sense of attachment there, not once. It was just convenient for both of them. He realized at that point he should probably just focus on himself.  

That was about when he moved back home to the valley to live with his family in his post graduation.  

And he had honestly expected it to be another few mundane years, akin to his early adolescence. He was so sure that he would spend it with the same restless feeling in his stomach, the same longing to be somewhere else. If he could never feel any belonging, at least he wanted to be somewhere he could blend in. He thought for sure moving back to Pelican Town was going to be nothing but dreadful and boring and existential. That he would come back and remember why he wanted to leave in the first place.  

Until one day, someone from the city moved into the old, overgrown farm and turned the entirety of the valley upside down.  

When you met for the first time, Sebastian honestly didn’t care. Nothing goes on in Pelican Town, so he figured you’d be the main subject of gossip for a few weeks before ultimately blending into the background of his life just like everyone else. He also didn’t think you’d last long living here. You were part of the corporate rat race he so detests and you didn’t grow up in the valley. It’s a hard place to get used to after living somewhere more populated.  

Against all odds  though - you did stay. And you’ve integrated yourself so much with the people living—himself included here it kind of baffles him. He doesn’t entirely remember what it was like before you came here.   

Sebastian couldn’t have predicted in a million years that that stupid help wanted sign in front of Pierre’s store would start actually being useful. But lo and behold, at least three times a week he finds you with full pockets - jogging after whomever last posted to give them what they need. And you do that without anyone really asking you too.  

You’re just so… helpful. And social in a way he can’t describe. Everyone in town has nothing but nice things to say about you. You’ve given everyone a gift on their birthday thus far. You’re keeping the entire economy afloat with your farm right now and you regularly clear those mines out for monsters. You even paid for the bus to get repaired, too - so now it’s up and running again.  

You’re full of surprises. And easy to adore, himself included.  

What surprises him most often is how easy it is for him to be around you. He doesn’t turn you away even when you visit his room sharply at 9am and hover over him in bed. He doesn’t get even the slightest bit upset when you have a mundane and disruptive conversation hours before he usually gets up. He keeps everything you’ve ever gifted him, and he often thinks of inviting you to things he does with his friends. He smiles when he sees you running around doing some chore, frantic and covered in muck - all mess and sunlight.  

You’re… nice. Honest, hard-working, and cheerful. Kind. Sincere in wanting to know him. You should completely and utterly exhaust him given those are your main characteristics. You should be someone he’s simply fundamentally incompatible with. 

But more than anything, you’re thoughtful. And it disarms him so utterly he feels overwhelmed by the thought. From the start, you put in a lot of effort into maintaining connections and he was no different. It’s just impacted him so much more than he thought it would. If he lets himself think too far on it, he really won’t stop thinking about you.  

To the point he’s been picturing what it’s like to live on the farm.  He’s in deep. 

Despite all of your idiosyncrasies, you really seem to give a shit about things in a way that feels utterly foreign to him. This extends to anything and everything. It extends to Sebastian, and it shows in the ways you don’t undermine him. Little things. You take his work seriously and apologize for disturbing him, you don’t immediately take the side of his family when he talks about them despite being friends with them too, you don’t interrogate him about what he is or is not comfortable with. You show up and linger in his life, and then you go off to your own thing. 

More and more, he gets the urge to stop you before you go. It’s too much. It makes him act…lame and he’s not too fond of it. He’s never really felt this strongly about anyone before and he’s a little bit of a wreck about what it does to him. So it’s not that he doesn’t want to date you, but more that he does so bad he doesn’t even want to admit it.  

 But well.. He isn’t sure it’s even working. As soon as you walk into a room it’s like— 

He’s lost in his thoughts for a while, only to get pulled out of them by some big commotion happening in the main part of the saloon.  

“Ah, you’re here. What perfect timing kid,”   

Shit. Shit  

Only somewhat obscured by the distance and wall separating their space from the bar - Sebastian catches a glimpse of you and feels something uncomfortably warm in his chest. His friends both make little oooh sounds, no doubt planning to do something stupid. He should intervene but he gets too caught up in pretending he doesn’t see you. Turning away stiffly, he pretends to be looking at something else while he listens on your conversation. It’s not too hard to hear, anyway.  

“Hi, Pam.” He can practically hear the smile in your voice. “Here’s your ale. Managed to grow a hops plant indoors this season so the brew is pretty fresh. It’s strong, fair warning.”  

A beat of muffle conversations follows up with a a loud sigh. “That’s exactly what I needed. Your pretty good with your liquor and spirits, huh kid? Thanks for the drink. Here’s what I owe ya.”  

“Selling alcohol under the table at my establishment? Tsk tsk.” Gus adds.  

It’s at this point Sebastian lets himself look at you properly. You lean with your elbows against the counter. You look a mess like usual, but you’ve got on a cowboy hat today that Sebastian finds ridiculously cute. You smile at Gus sheepishly.  

“Sorry. Can I buy myself a drink to make up for it?” You offer.  

“I’ll do you one better and give it to you on the house.”  

“Aw, what? Can’t let you do that Gus.”  

“You can and you will. You’re always looking out for everyone. Here, it’s a nice imported IPA. Nice and cold. Have a drink and go relax. Some of your friends are here too tonight I think.”  

“Oh?”  

On cue, you turn your head to the group of them. When you and Sebastian meet eyes, you brighten visbly - all smiles. He’s so caught up in it, he doesn’t even catch Sam next to him until he throw an arm around his shoulder and waves you over.  

You weave through the tables until you cross the threshold of their little hide-out. Abigail greets you first with a short sidehug before you go over to him and Sam.  

“Hey,”  

“Hi Sam.” You pause, tilting your head. “Did you cut your hair? It’s shorter than usual.”  

Sam beams. “I did! And you’re the first one to notice, other than my mom. Goes to show who my real friends are,”  

Sebastian nudges him, pulling away from his grip. “I see enough of your face everyday. There’s nothing for me to observe.”  

“It looks nice,” You add. Charming and genuine. Sam smiles at you. 

“Thanks,”  

Sebastian is weirdly jealous until you address him in conversation. “Hey to you too Sebastian.”  

His heart thumps. This is ridiculous. He swallows. “Hey. Uh. How have you been?”  

Awkward. So awkward. You smile a little and lean on the pool table besides him with your drink, taking a sip. “Good. Busy as usually getting ready for Winter. Renovated our coop recently so I’ve got a whole bunch of baby bunnies I gotta take care of. Went and bought another heater, some extra hay. Just farm stuff. Not very interesting,”  

“I find it interesting,” He replies quickly. You lip twitches in a smile.  

“I’m glad.”  

“Baby bunnies sound so cute,” Abigail adds. Sebastian glances at her as she joins the rest of them. “What else have you got in there?”  

“A little of everything. Chickens, ducks. I’ve got a void chicken too, kinda freaky. Oh and these little dino looking guys.”  

Abigail looks bright eyed. “Would it be like… weird if I asked to go over? I kinda wanna see them?”  

You laugh. “Not at all. I don’t mind. You could honestly go over whenever but it’s hard to navigate the farm if I’m not there, though I’m trying to fix that this upcoming winter.”  

You glance then at Sebastian, eyes almost sparkling. “You should come over sometime, too. You’d like the void chicken I think. And I’ve got a slime hutch.”  

Sebastian sputters at the obvious invitation only barely managing to cover up the shock to his system. You don’t seem put off, but it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s going to explode.  

Abigail and Sam make not-so-subtle eye contact before Sam clears his throat.  

“Well, uh, me and Abi are gonna head out. We’ve got some stuff to catch up on, but there’s still a few hours until the saloon closes so you two should stay here and finish up  our drinks and stuff. Uh… yeah. See you again,”  

Sam nods, quickly rifling for his things. Abigail follows in his foot steps.  

“Mhm, yep. See you,”  

Sam gives him one last encouraging look before turning around and leaving. The two of them scurry off in a blink of an eye, before Sebastian can get a single word in about the situation or tell them to stay. And now he’s alone with you, quietly wondering if it’s as awkward as it feels.  

You’re the one to break the ice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”  

Sebastian blinks. “Uh no. Not really.”  

“Me either. We should stay back then, for a little while.” You offer with a shrug. “Why not, right?”  

Right. Sebastian is being really chill about this entire interaction. “Right.”  

“I’m glad I got to see you tonight,” You say, out of the blue. Sebastian nearly jumps in his skin at the admission. “I’ve been pretty busy with the growing season ending so I haven’t been you know, able to come by as often. I don’t know if it made a huge difference to you but—“ 

“It did.” He blurts out. Your mouth opens then closes again, a blush crawling up his neck as he tucks his chin in embarrassment. “It was uh, weird for me. I know you’re busy and I like my alone time but I did… miss you.” 

“Yeah?”  

He’s almost too afraid to meet your eyes. When he manages  - you’re smiling fondly, sweetly with a sense of amusement. It rolls off of you in waves and it becomes clear to him in that split second that you don’t really intend to hide how you feel despite him being so hellbent on making sure he does. You’re not hiding that you like him. It feels stupidly warm and fuzzy.  

You look like you’ve been working all day and you smell a little like grass and rain in a way that makes him want to draw that much closer to you. So he does, leaving into your space.  

“Yeah.” He manages, barely getting the words out without being a complete wreck. “It’s new for me.”  

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever they say.” And then, even more sweetly. “I missed you too.”  

Fuck. You’re… fuck.  

Sebastian pretends to wipe something from his face just to cover it and make his blush less obvious. This is embarrassing. He likes you so much and for what.  

There’s a million things he wants to tell you but he can’t find the words for any of them. So he tucks in on himself and wonders how the fuck he would ever go about actually dating you.  

You inch closer to him. Tentative, until your thighs are touching. He doesn’t move away.  

Suddenly, you’re close to him than you’ve ever been. Looking from the corner of your eye, Sebastian turns his head to meet your gaze. You’re an inch apart, and he’s looking at your lips - slightly chapped from the weather. The faint scent of alcohol on your breath makes him dizzy. Your smile is what does him in ultimately. A subtle tug at the corners of your mouth, a little teeth. Something about it precious.  

“Hey,” You mutter.  

“Hm,”  

“Can I kiss you?” 

He responds with leaning forward to do it first. It’s chaste and easy, and he does it because you’ve already taken so many first steps and he should, at least, take this one. So he leans into kiss you and it feels like his whole body is melting. It’s brief and light and he pulls away before it feels like it should be over.  

You part for a breath, a single heartbeat - before your hands go up to cradle the side of his face. You kiss him deeper that time. A real kiss where he can taste you enough to know that you drank - one he would only want to do in the privacy of this confined spaced. He feels you in your entirety  - returns your gesture with a careful hand on your waist that you don’t pull away from.  

And it doesn’t stop. Like neither of you want it too, despite everything else. Despite the fact he’s doing this in the bar of his hometown where everyone will gossip about it without doubt, and despite knowing that  - the drive to kiss you is stronger than his usual sensibilities. So you kiss and kiss and kiss, short presses followed by long, firm ones. A slight brush of tongue, the soft nip of teeth as you tease and tug. All mirth and amusement and fondness and bravery and god he is so into you it’s ridiculous.  

You manage to pull away from each other after a while. His lips are tingly. And there’s a sheepishness to you both that makes it hard for him to look your way.  

“Hey, Sebastian.”  

He clears his throat.  

“Uh. Yeah?”  

“I’m gonna ask you out tomorrow. Properly.”  

He blushes. “…I’d be cool with that.”  

You grin. “Yeah?”   

Shit he’s happy. He is not gonna get a lick of sleep tonight. He smiles a little to himself.  

“Yeah.”  

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[megwritesriddles]

A Few Strings Attached ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sam (Stardew Valley) x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Request: I saw your post about requests, and I love your sdv stuff! Could you maybe do something with the reader and Sam being fwb. Sam gets super jealous when she hangs out/starts getting close with one of the others, leading to him confessing the next time they have sex. If you wanted to have him be a little rougher with the reader, that'd be cool to, just whatever you're comfy with ^-^ tysm!!

Tags: Friends-with-benefits, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Nipple play (minor), Biting, Rough sex, Jealousy, Moody!Sam, Love confession, Possessive behaviour (slight).

Word count: 2.5k

all fandom masterlist | sdv masterlist | read it on ao3

Authors note: This may seem like it starts in the middle, because it DOES!! I wrote too much unnecessary exposition like always so I'm posting it as an optional 'prequel' to read. There's a few weird text formatting things going on that I can't fix but oh well!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

'PREQUEL' HERE !! (you don't have to read it but if you do, prob read it first, it's only 1.3k words)

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He’s late arriving at the Saloon one Friday for your weekly hangout, a time to enjoy the ‘friends’ part of friends-with-benefits with you and relax with the people he’s closest to. The new riff he’d written on his guitar had kept him busy and he’d lost track of time. When he arrives at the Saloon and heads to the side room to find his friends, he freezes a little at the sight before him. Sure, you and Sebastian had started talking more lately, he’d noticed, but Sam was confident he had you to himself and had no reason to worry. He barely thought of anything but you each day since starting the arrangement, and as you seemed to enjoy the sex as much as he did, he assumed you would be the same. Sebastian had ceased to be any sort of a threat in his mind, until now. The two of you stood at the end of the pool table, way too close together for Sam’s comfort, talking and giggling, nudging each other with your elbows. Sam just stared for a moment as the two of you clearly made jokes back and forth, giggling and swatting each other. What could the two of you possibly have to giggle about? You didn’t have anything much in common… Did you? Sam tried to think but came up blank, yet something was clearly very funny to the two of you. Trying to control the irrational urge inside of him to rush over and stake some claim over you, he took a deep breath and wandered over.

“Hey guys, having fun without me?” he teases, although his voice is just a little tense enough to give him away. He doesn’t think of himself as the jealous type, and really you weren’t his to get jealous over, but the burning of his cheeks tells him exactly how he feels. He wants to wrap an arm around you and pull you in, bite your neck in the way that he knows you love right in front of Sebastian and actually leave a mark this time.

“Hey Sammy, had to entertain ourselves somehow while you weren’t here,” you tease, your voice and expression sweet, unaware that Sam is seething with jealousy. Is this what you’d do if he went out of town for a while or something? Find a way to ‘entertain’ yourself? Turn to Sebastian? His face falls without him being able to help it.

“Right,” he grunts, staring at you intently. You tilt your head at him, finally noticing something is wrong. Sam is seldom moody, he’s always outgoing and happy-go-lucky, so seeing his face twisted into a sour expression is disconcerting. 

“Is something wrong Sammy?” you ask gently. “Why were you late?” you clearly assume whatever made him late is what has him upset. Are you really that naive? He glances contemptuously at Sebastian who is still at your side, looking similarly concerned. 

“I’m just tired, honestly I’m gonna go home, you’ll have more fun without me bringing you down,” he grumbles, turning to leave. He knows he shouldn’t be acting like this, you’re both his friends. Friends. And it wasn’t like he caught you kissing Sebastian, just laughing with him, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach persists. The two of you and even Abigail protest, saying he’ll feel better after a round of pool, but he’s made up his mind, he cannot watch this. If you want Sebastian, who is he to stand in your way? As long as he doesn’t have to see it play out. He stomps back to his house, listening out in case you’ve come chasing after him, but you haven’t, taking him at face value and assuming something had happened at home to upset him. Admittedly, he does feel a little stupid returning home mere minutes after he left, and considers turning back around, but can’t bring himself to. Hiding away in his room sounds best right now. He waits quietly in his bed, glaring up at the ceiling, expecting that you might knock on his window, but you don’t. It pains him to imagine what you might be doing instead. Could Sebastian please you as well as he could? How was he to know? You might be forgetting all about him at this very instant. He comforts his male pride by convincing himself that Sebastian is probably a disappointing size compared to him, even though he has no evidence of this. Then when he realises what he’s thinking, he feels wildly ashamed. Sebastian was his closest and oldest friend here. Wasn’t the whole point of this arrangement for things not to be complicated? His thoughts had never been so muddled. After another half hour, he concludes you aren’t coming to knock on his window, and turns himself over to sleep.

The next day, although he tells himself he won’t, he’s drawn to walk to your farm at his usual time. He’s a little worried about what might be waiting for him. He imagines Sebastian embracing you from behind as you bake, something he’s always wanted to do, as he often arrives just as you finish baking and is sent home with some fresh rolls. He knocks on your door and you open it like usual, smiling brightly. 

“Hey Sa– ooh,” a puff of air leaves your lungs as he pounces on you, pushing you to the wall of your entryway. You give him a bewildered look as he tilts your chin from side to side, examining your neck for any marks. “What are you doing?” you chuckle, but he doesn’t answer, examining a tiny dent in your skin that resembles a bite. Was that the same one he’d left on you a few days ago? Beyond hope, he hoped it was. “Sam?” He pulls back and looks at you, examining your face as if something in your expression would give away if you’d done something with Sebastian. “What are you looking for?” you scoff. He knows he’s being unreasonable, so he falters a little.

“Nothing…” he huffs, looking away, though his hands remain on your waist, thumbs rubbing gentle circles. You laugh softly and it sends a jolt through him, reminding him of the scene last night. He slams his lips to yours to shut you up, causing you to squeak in surprise for a moment, but quickly relax, slipping your arms around his neck just in time for him to hoist you up and carry you to your bed. Your lips remain connected, moulding together and tongues finding one another as he walks you over. He’s determined to make you forget everything but his name. The bed dips as he climbs on, lowering you to lie beneath him, wasting no time in sliding his hands beneath your shirt to push it up. You giggle at his sudden dominant attitude, but you don’t mind at all, lifting your arms so that he can free you of your shirt. “No bra…” he purrs. “Expecting someone?” His voice is rough enough to give you a little pause, but his hands dancing all over your bare skin don’t allow your brain to pause for long. His thumbs circle your nipples, causing them to stiffen into peaks.

“You, of course,” you sigh as he lowers his head, wrapping his warm lips around one rosy bud and swirling his tongue, gently rolling the other between his fingers. A gentle moan leaves your lips and he flicks his tongue back and forth. 

“Me,” he mumbles against your skin, slowly kissing his way from one nipple to the other, before taking it in his mouth and repeating the swirling action you so liked. 

“Mhmm,” you whine as he carefully brushes his teeth against your sensitive skin. He doesn’t bite but just teases you enough for goosebumps to rise on your skin, the cool air meeting the wet kisses over your chest adding to your shivers. His hands cup the weight of your breasts, his mouth swapping between your nipples periodically just to tease you, hardness rubbing against your inner thigh. You squirm, trying to shift so Sam’s bulge would press where you need it to. He growls, slamming his hips to yours and harshly rutting against you. Your head tips back and you moan, much to his private delight.

“You want me, don’t you? Tell me you want me not Sebastian,” he hisses, biting his way over the swell of your breast and up to your neck. 

“What–? What does Sebas–,”

“Just say it, tell me you want me,” he demands. Your mind is hazy with arousal, but even so, you know something is incredibly odd with this ask. At your silence, he ruts against you once more, spurring you into action.

“I want you, I want you, only you…” you whine, wriggling against him softly. Full of pride, he bites down on your neck, sucking a harsh mark into your skin. Another squeak leaves you, surprised by this, he doesn’t usually mark you, it defeats the purpose of hooking up in secret, but before you can protest, he’s tugging down your leggings and rubbing his fingers through your slick folds, melting all of your thoughts away until you’re left with only his touch against you. Your hips chase his fingers as he playfully withdraws them, enjoying watching how needy you are. He isn’t usually so teasing, but his ego needs stroking right now, as does something else. He sucks his fingers clean with a groan and drops them back down to resume rubbing. The sensation has you whining and squirming and he enjoys it whole-heartedly, guiding your hand to his bulge as he dips his fingers inside of you, stretching you open. Ever generous, you immediately begin to stroke him through his jeans, even despite being a little distracted. It’s a fumble for you to undo his jeans when your eyes are glued to where his fingers are disappearing inside of you, but eventually, you manage. He snatches your hand before you can try to dip it in his boxers.

“No, I want to fuck you,” he growls, making you moan, looking up at him starry-eyed. You want it too, but words escape as his fingers drive as deep as they can go into you before quickly withdrawing completely. The empty feeling makes you whine, but you don’t have to worry for long. He sucks his fingers clean again, making sure he doesn’t miss a drop and then strips himself down to the buff, kicking off his jeans. He always enjoys the way you admire his body, but today it feels especially favourable. He admires you in turn, dripping wet and perfectly sexy, the perfect body laid out in front of him, belonging to the perfect person. Something regrettable threatens to slip out of his mouth, so he bites his lip and settles right between your legs, placing his heavy cock against you, and gently tapping your clit with it a few times. You whine and wriggle, giving him your best wide-eyed plea, he loves it when you get like this. Out of a hint of misplaced lingering spite, he grinds his cock between your folds a few times, not yet pressing inside like you want, getting the both of you wetter and wetter. It would be torture for him too if it wasn’t for the look on your face. “Pretty perfect girl…” he hums as you whimper for him. You’re too aroused to notice the seriousness of those words, he usually only calls you hot or sexy. 

Finally, at long last, he grabs the base of his cock and angles himself so he can push inside of you. He buries himself to the hilt immediately, revelling in the choked-out gasp that leaves your lips. He takes a grip on your hips and, after a few gentle thrusts to assess if you can take it, he begins pounding into you. Your eyes roll back and you shout out in pleasure and he feels much the same way. His eyes roll a little and he growls, holding you down as his hips slam into yours over and over. You’re so tight and warm and perfect. He pants, staring down at you, flushed and blissed out, your tits bouncing with each ruthless thrust. You take him so well, you look so beautiful, even now. He leans down to kiss you, your noses bumping as he bullies his cock into you, tongues making a sloppy mess together. You’re so perfect, nothing has ever felt this good, he refuses the idea that someone else might take this from him. With a loud grunt, his pace increases impossibly more, forcing loud wanton moans from your throat with each movement.

“You’re mine,” he pants, a hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re mine, say it,”

“I’m yours,” your fucked-out mind doesn’t understand the gravity of what he’s saying, merely obeying orders so your orgasm isn’t stolen from you. Your words make him groan and lift your legs, thrusting into you at a new angle. You cry out in pleasure.

“You’re mine, say it, say my name,” he growls.

“Sam…” you whine, unable to form a coherent thought.

“That’s it, my perfect girl, I–” he cuts himself off, stuttering and twitching deep within you. “Ah–, I’m close, please…” he ruts himself against you a few more times, the pleasure completely clouding his brain. “I- I love you,” he grunts against your lips.

“Sam…!” you sob and it sends him over the edge, his thrusts slowly significantly as he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck, I love you,” he chokes as he cums. “I love you so much…” he collapses on top of you but gives a few more weak thrusts into you as he feels your fingers frantically rubbing at your clit, helping you fall over that edge. He hisses when you do, feeling you squeeze down around his oversensitive cock, but he can’t bring himself to pull out. He lies there on top of you, one arm sliding behind your back to keep you pressed to him. His eyes fall shut and he takes a deep breath, completely satisfied. 

“You love me?” your weak voice squeaks from beneath him and he suddenly realises what he’s said, what he said throughout what you just did. He could probably pass it off as a weird kink, or just getting lost in the moment, but as he looks down at your flushed confused face, he can’t lie.

“Y-yeah I uh… I guess I do,” he grins sheepishly, back to his old self now he got the insecure anger out of his system.

“And you… thought something was going on with me and Sebastian? That’s why you were being so odd?” you sluggishly piece the pieces together, struggling to think in your pleasured haze, but unable to ignore it. He nods. “Well, nothing is going on, I promise you, we’ve been talking more because I’m trying to get him to ask Abi out,” you chuckle tiredly. “Why would I want him when I have you?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Sam jokes, but is incredibly relieved to hear it. “And… the whole ‘me loving you’ thing, how do you feel about that?” he asks, gently wiping some sweat from your brow. 

“Well… I guess I love you too,”

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Vaz Prizrak: Epilouge

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: The end for the trilogy is finally here! I also wrote a one shot that takes place between Dorogaya and Vaz Prizrak. I'll link it at the bottom. I know Bucky's story continues on in The Falcon and Winter Solider but I have no plans on continuing this story for that storyline. It ends here for these two 🖤

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The sound of laughter and hushed voices woke me, eyes opening slowly to allow the morning sun to adjust to my gaze. The windows were open wide, birds chirping and the loons on the lake were my usual wake up call. Not the loud noise of pans and plates clattering to the ground, breaking. 

I rolled out of bed, throwing Bucky’s shirt from last night over my body and quickly stepped into a pair of shorts. The coldness of the floors tickled my bare feet as I tiptoed my way down the long hallway towards the voices, who tried their best to keep quiet but failed. 

While I leaned against the wall that faced the kitchen, the three bodies had their backs turned to me but I couldn’t keep a straight face when I saw the mess of eggs and flour all over the kitchen counter and floors. A grin spread widely to my lips as I thought about how we had gotten here, a very long and hard road. 

“Bucky, please drop it,” I sighed as we walked into our bedroom.

“I don’t understand why you get so weird and defensive when I bring up kids. It’s been two years, doll.” Bucky said with slight annoyance. 

“I’m not ready yet.” I lied while I changed into a pair of pajamas. 

We had returned from Steve’s place after our weekly dinner night with him and Sam. Every time, Bucky would bring up kids but I would always find a way to deter the conversation. I continued to lie to him, saying that I’m not ready for kids, but in truth I was afraid of telling him about the one we lost during the snap. I had kept that secret from him for so long, what would stop him from leaving me because of it?

“You’ve said that for the last two years. How much longer am I going to have to wait?” Bucky asked exasperated, pinching his eyes closed. 

“Can we please talk about something else,” I begged while climbing into bed. 

Bucky remained standing at the end of the bed, hands stuffed deep into his jean pockets. “Do you not want to have kids with me?” 

My heart shattered, falling into the pit of my stomach at the brokenness of his voice, hearing the waverness of it. His chest rose and fell heavily, awaiting my answer. 

I knew that I couldn’t keep the secret buried away any longer; he deserved to know the truth. 

Sitting up on my knees, I reached for his vibranium hand, pulling him down to our bed. He sat next to me and linked our fingers together. 

“I want to have kids with you, Bucky. I want to have little feet running up and down these halls. But there’s something I have to tell you.” 

Feeling waves of dread radiating off of him, I squeezed his hand. 

“Back in Wakanda after Thanos snapped half of the population away, I not only lost you but our baby was snapped away,” I finally admitted after all these years. 

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly at the news, heavy, deep, breaths escaping through his nose. 

“You were pregnant?” He asked after a moment of silence. 

I nodded. 

“Two years later after getting you back, I still don’t understand why our baby hasn't come back. So I’m afraid of trying again. What if I can’t get pregnant because of what happened?” 

Bucky gently lifted me into his lap, hands sprawled over my hips. He gave them a reassuring squeeze, something he did quite often to let me know that he wasn’t upset with me. 

“Why didn’t you tell me years ago?” Bucky questioned. 

“You were finally back and in such a good place, mentally. I couldn’t ruin that,” I admitted. 

He brushed his nose against mine, a comforting action from him that I adored. 

“Please don’t worry about ruining anything.” 

I nodded, finally feeling a weight being lifted from my shoulders. That admission had been weighing me down for so long and I knew that it was getting in between us from moving onto the next stage of our relationship. 

“Are you mad?” I questioned while locking my arms around his neck. 

My fingers played with the ends of his short hair. 

“Of course not, doll.” 

Sighing in relief, I laid a soft kiss over his plump lips. “I love you, Bucky.” 

Another shared kiss between us. 

“I love you too, dorogaya.”

Two months later, I screeched in joy at the two pink lines on the stick I had clutched tightly in my hand. Bucky was ecstatic at the news that he danced with me throughout our entire home, Ivan following behind with a happy expression. 

I coughed, finally gaining the attention of the three bodies in the kitchen. They all turned on their heels with a guilty expression on their faces. 

Wth my arms crossed over my chest, I nodded towards the mess. 

“Who’s to blame for the mess?” I mocked angrily. 

The two looked at each other before pointing up towards Bucky’s. 

“It was his idea!” They shouted at the same time. 

Bucky’s lips parted, a shocked expression on his face. “You guys threw me under the bus that fast?” 

“It’s mom! If we lied, she probably would have set the room on fire!” 

I scoffed. “I did that one time! You girls won’t let me live that down?” 

The young brunette shook her head. “Mom, you burned down our playroom because dad ate the last brownie.” 

Bucky bit back a laugh, remembering the memory that happened only a few months ago. 

“You know, for only five years old, you girls are savages,” I giggled while ruffling their hair. “So whose bright idea was to bake a cake at eight in the morning?” 

The young blonde raised her hand high. “It was mine! Dad said it would make you less mad with us.” 

I raised my brow at the curly haired girl. “Less mad for what?” 

The two girls looked at Bucky, slight fear on their tiny faces. 

Suddenly, Ivan started barking and scratching at the girl's bedroom door, something getting his attention. 

“Natasha and Rebecca Barnes, why is Ivan trying to break down your door?” I questioned while pointing towards it. 

The twin girls shared a quick look before sprinting towards their room, hoping to stop me from entering inside. Even if their hair color were different, they were the spitting image of each other and their father, when he was their age. 

“Bucky?” I questioned, looking over towards him. 

“Don’t be mad, doll.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders, lightly rubbing them, as he led me towards our daughter's bedroom. 

Natasha, the blonde, had her hands behind her back while sitting on her bed. Rebecca was sitting on her own bed, holding Ivan away from Natasha. 

“Natasha, I swear to everything good in the sky if there is a rodent behind your back, I will shoot fire out of my hands towards it,” I said sternly. 

As strong of a woman and fighter I was, rodents were something that I couldn’t deal with. One of my biggest fears. 

Slowly, Natasha pulled the fury creature from behind her, the white fur shining bright in the sunlight. It was purring loudly, excited for all the love it was getting from Natahsa. 

“Where the hell did that come from?” I cursed. 

“Language,” Bucky breathed in my ear. 

“Girls, where did you find the cat?” I questioned. 

Bucky kept rubbing my shoulders, hoping to ease the tension I felt building in them. 

“Her name is Alpine. She was outside, covered in mud and starving!” Rebbecca claimed while sitting next to her sister. 

“Dad said that we could bring her inside and keep her!” Natasha stated. 

I peaked over my shoulder towards Bucky, who wore a sorrowful look on his face. The guilt radiated off of him onto my skin, making it crawl. 

“They were so happy, doll. I couldn’t say no!” He defended. 

With a long sigh, I gave our daughters a nod, letting them know that they could keep the cat; on one condition. 

“You two have to feed her and clean the litter box every day,” I pointed towards them. 

“We already do!” Rebecca stated with a smile. 

My eyes widened. “How long have you been hiding the cat in here?” 

Bucky bit his bottom lip, not wanting to say, but with the look I was giving him, he knew that if he wanted to sleep in the bed tonight that he would. 

“A week.” 

Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the girls room and out towards the back deck, needing fresh air. I sat on one of our many deck chairs, slowly steading my breaths. There were a few moments of peace, the lake immediately calming my rising blood pressure. I couldn’t afford to let the stress bother me. I needed to take it easy. 

“Y/N?” 

Bucky walked outside, kneeling in front of me and laced our hands together. 

“Are you upset?” He questioned. 

I shook my head. “No. I’m only worried about the responsibility. Now really wasn’t the best time for a new pet, Buck.” 

He nodded, placing his vibranium fingers over my growing stomach. A smile pulled to his lips when he felt a small kick. 

“I know I should have talked to you about it, doll, but the girls were so happy. There’s a lot of change coming in just a few weeks, they deserve something that will make them happy.” 

I nodded, agreeing with Bucky’s statement, while he played with my fingers on my left hand. The black stone caught the sunlight, nearly blinding us, and the gold band matched the glow. It mirrored the necklace that Bucky bought me on my birthday back in Bucharest. I still wore it to this day. Bucky wore a black ring to match, however it was on his right hand. 

“I think I’ve got enough metal on my left hand.” 

“Do you ever wish that you had your big wedding?” Bucky wondered out loud. 

Without hesitation, I shook my head. “Our wedding was everything I could ever want. Us, Steve, and Sam. In front of our lake and in our own home. That’s the kind of wedding I dreamed of, Bucky.” 

To put the stamp on that answer, I gave him a loving kiss on his lips. With the heat radiating off of him and his hands digging deep into my hips, I ran my hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. 

“GROSS!” 

We both pulled away and looked towards the back door, our daughters watching us with a disgusted look. Bucky and I shared a laugh while I wiped my lips with a finger. 

“Do you girls need something?” I asked with a smile. 

Natasha pointed inside. “Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve are here. They sent us to ask you something.” 

“Can we have some cake?” Rebecca asked, interrupting her sister.

Bucky shook his head. “Leave it to your uncles to fill you up on sugar when they’re not the ones that have to deal with you tonight.”

I immediately waved him off, while asking him to help me to my feet. Eight months pregnant with a super soldier’s baby made it nearly impossible to do anything on my own. 

“I think cake for breakfast is a wonderful idea!” I smiled, giving kisses to the top of my daughter's head. “Don’t you think babe?” 

Bucky stared at me with love and adoration in his eyes before breaking out into a large grin, a sweet laugh escaping his throat.

“I think your brother is the one who wants cake for breakfast, not your mother,” he joked while wrapping an arm around me, leading us all inside. 

Our lives had been everything we ever wanted and reamed of, a beautiful family with healthy kids and animals. No thoughts of a war looming or death awaiting one of us from an enemy. We both had gone through hell in our past, together and alone, but that’s what made us stronger. 

Bucky would always be my Soldat and I, his dorogaya. 

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Word Count: 1,893

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader (kinda)

Content Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of smut

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Call Me Lover heavily inspired this but The Wedding So was too perfect to not add too

The white decorative envelope had sat untouched for months.

Ever since Richard and I had filled the invitations out and sent them off to their intended recipients, this one singular invite remined untouched.

It wasn’t like I didn’t want to send it. It broke my heart to see it sitting there. But I couldn’t physically bring myself to send it.

So there it sat. All alone. As if it was waiting to be picked up and sent off to who it was addressed to even though that day would never come.

It hurt to look at the envelope as it reminded me of what almost was but could never be.

I looked at the ornate, white envelope and saw him.

It hurt me.

Despite not having sent the invite to him, I was still hurt when we received replies from everybody else except him.

More than anything, I wanted him to be there on such a special day, even though our relationship wasn’t exactly going smoothly at the time.

Months had passed and I still wondered about posting the invitation, simply to see if he would reply. We hadn’t spoken since the date in question.

He had managed to attend regardless, due to Nicholas inviting him as his plus one, deciding that it wasn’t fair that he shouldn’t be there.

The words that he had spoken to me that day repeated in my brain as if they were on a constant loop and there was nothing that I could do to escape it. To escape him.

Richard said I did the right thing, not sending the invite out, but I still wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was always going to be biased against him, no matter what I did to ease his mind on the subject.

He would always be my first love. My first everything.

I dragged my eyes away from the envelope and left my office, heading to the bedroom to finish folding laundry.

The room was large, a king sized bed in the middle with white dressers on either side. A large window covered one wall with white drapes framing it. The wardrobe was fitted into the wall opposite the bed and was a light grey colour. Richard didn’t really like colour, so most of our home was light greys and white. He said it was elegant.

Before living with Richard, my walls were covered in posters, with framed photos of my closest friends placed on the mantlepiece and my bookcase.

Now, those photos and posters hung in my office, since it was my space.

A select few, however sat on my desk. Those ones were my favourites.

One depicted us when we were much younger. His hair was choppier and sat around his shoulders. He had only recently gotten his throat tattooed, so his neck looked very rigid in the photo as he was still trying not to bend it.

Another showed us a few year later, his hair well past his chest, after one of his shows. He had his arm slung around my shoulder as we grinned like idiots. That one was my favourite.

The third and final photograph was much more recent. His hair now much shorter, cut around his ears, and he looked a lot buffer than in previous years. We weren’t stood close together anymore. It had become too hard. That was the photo that the white envelope rested on.

I opened the wardrobe and began hanging up clothes, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar black bag hanging up.

The dress.

I didn’t want to look at it, but my hands seemed to be on autopilot.

I unzipped the bag and out spilled layers of white lace and tulle, cascading to the floor like a waterfall.

I stared at it for a moment, my mind flittering back to that day. The happiest day of my life.

Supposedly anyway.

The church was elegant and simple. It didn’t matter since we were only having a small wedding.

My family and friends had all arrived on time, and were now seated inside the church awaiting my arrival.

My heart was fluttering inside of my chest, feeling like it could erupt any moment into a burst of colour and life.

Richard was stood at the end of the aisle, ready to spend the rest of his life with me.

Against tradition, I had opted to walk myself down the aisle since the promise that I had made to my childhood best friend now lay broken after years of denial.

Ever since I was little, I had always adored the idea of my best friend walking me down the aisle to my future husband, but deep down what I really wanted was for him to be the one that I was walking towards at the other end.

The image still sat perfectly in my mind. Him, a the altar in his stunning black suit, tattoos on display but only barely peeking out of the cuffs of his sleeves and the collar of his shirt. His hair could be effortlessly styled and his eyes would well up with tears as I walked towards him.

But that never happened. It never would.

Instead, Richard stood at the altar waiting. No tattoos peeking through. No effortlessly perfect hair. Certainly no tears.

Don’t get me wrong, Richard was a nice guy, in fact he was probably every girls dream guy, but he wasn’t mine.

My dream man sat at home, uninvited.

At least I thought that was the case.

A deep voice being cleared shook my out of my thoughts as I stood in front of the double doors, waiting to make my grand entrance.

I looked up towards where the noise had came from, and my breath caught in my throat.

Noah.

He was here.

His black suit made him look smart. His hair was effortlessly styled into place. His tattoos peeked delicately from beneath his clothes. I even thought I caught a glimpse of a tear in the corner of his eye before he swiftly wiped it away.

But it was wrong.

All wrong.

Memories of every near miss flashed through my mind as I looked into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

When he drove miles across the country to visit me when I went away for college, and even gave me my first kiss after I spent most of our only night together ranting about how all of my friends taking the same subject as me all had boyfriends, whilst I had never even kissed anybody before.

When he had so lovingly taken my virginity later that night because I was too scared that I would lose it to some random guy at a party, telling me that nothing had to change between us. I believed him, even when my heart fluttered and his eyes lit up with life as we made love in my dorm room.

When he drove me to see my long-distance ex-boyfriend for hours, even though he didn’t want to and most definitely had more important things to be doing with his time, without complaint, even letting me play my music that he very much hated.

My boyfriend, however, didn’t share the same gratefulness as he saw me step out of Noah’s old, beat up truck.

He had yelled at me, calling me a slut for hanging around that “disgusting band dude” and had accused me of cheating on him, which I never had done.

I had locked myself in the bathroom and called Noah, who had rushed back to pick me up after we had that particularly nasty fight.

The moment I saw his car in the driveway, I was shocked. A drive that should’ve taken him hours, had only taken him five minutes.

I only put the pieces together when he pulled into the car park of a shitty motel and unlocked one of the rooms.

“I was worried.” Noah had explained. “I didn’t want to leave you here alone.”

My heart leapt inside of my chest at those words.

Noah had reached his hand up, and brushed away some stray hairs that had fallen into my face before pulling me into a hug.

“You always have me, no matter what.” He had whispered into my ear.

That night, my boyfriend had called to break up with me, and in turn Noah held me in his arms all night as I sobbed into his chest.

As I lay there in Noah’s arms, a wave of realisation hit me as the depth to which Noah cared for me began to make sense. He drove hours upon hours just to make me happy, even though he was going out of his way to do it, then proceeded to stay in a shitty motel just to make sure that I was safe.

That’s when I knew.

He loved me.

And I loved him in turn.

His large hand found mine underneath the covers and gripped it tightly, almost as if he was afraid that I would leave him.

I never would.

Not in a million years.

So instead of pulling my hand away and finding a more comfortable position, I lay there, staring up at the slightly mouldy and discoloured ceiling, holding the hand of the man who had my entire heart.

The drive back home had been silent.

Neither of us wanting to discuss the night before.

Regardless of that, I knew what I wanted.

I wanted Noah to be mine, in every single way.

I wanted him to make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry. I wanted him to make me so unimaginably mad at him that I thought I hated him at times.

But most of all, I wanted to love him for the rest of my life.

However, this idea of mine was rapidly shut down when Noah brought Monica over.

She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, dark hair and a killer figure.

She was everything a man could dream of, and everything a woman would want to be.

But worst of all, she had Noah.

He had moved on.

So I did too.

Richard and I met in a coffee shop after having our orders mixed up. He was cute, so I decided t go for it and ask him out. He said yes and the rest was history.

Monica and Noah didn’t last long.

I never found out why they ended things, but from what I hear Noah had been in love with another woman the entire time.

Deep down, I knew it was me she had been talking about.

In fact, it was undeniable and had been since that night in the motel room all those years ago.

Noah and I didn’t talk much anymore. We  could barely even look at eachother anymore.

Now I stood before the hardest decision I would ever have to make.

Do I open those double doors and walk down the aisle towards a stable future with Richard?

Or do I follow my heart and choose Noah?

“It’s not too late you know.” He had said to me as I stood there in my elegant wedding gown.

“I know.” I replied, before holding my elbow out towards my best friend, determined to see this promise through until the end, even if it wasn’t what I wanted.

[babiebom]

Hello!! Soooo I was reading your headcannons about Shane going with his S/O to the mines and that got me thinking. How would the Bachelors (and maybe also the Bachelorettes) react to a Gn S/O who kicks a slime or other monster in the face which kills it instantly? The Bachelors/Bachelorettes are either shocked or impressed as the S/O explains they just are really good at kicking and could probably break open a rock if they wanted to.

A/N: brother i do not remember writing that but I probably did and forgot bc let’s face it I forget things pretty easily. The bachelorettes will be a separate post because I’m taking too long posting this. Also sorry this is late. Also also my writing has gotten slower because I have taken up making music and have currently a couple songs that I’m working on including one from my farmers pov about Sebastian so y’know with that and work a lot of things are going on lmao. Pt.2 I have a cold again because of work.

Tw: violence, cursing, mentions of death, killing slimes lmao, lmk if I should tag anything else

Bc/Wc: maybe 3 for each. Maybe more? At least 100 words me thinks for each.

Stardew valley Masterlist

Sebastian

Literally just blinks and is like ….okay :|

It’s probably not surprising to him that you kicked a monster to death

Sticks to swinging a bat at them (I think he would have a bat or like a pipe or something) but thinks it’s cool that you have hand to hand…or monster to foot combat down.

Sebastian stares as you kick a duggy to death. It honestly was getting in the way of you digging for treasure and nipping at your ankles every time you weren’t paying attention. It only took one good kick for it to die and as you breathe out a puff of air in frustration, your boyfriend simply nods to himself and continues the search for anything you could donate to the museum.

“Are you gonna say anything?” You ask

He just shrugs in response, “no not really…”

In all honesty he figured you had to have a way to survive down here for hours. While kicking wasn’t the usual way, it did work and that’s all that really matters to him.

Sam

Probably did not realize at first and was like okay yeah cool it’s dead

Then realized and probably shouted VERY LOUDLY

Thinks it’s super cool because WHAT?

The stupid things take SO long to die. You kill them and they just come right back unless you blow it up…or give it a good kick to the face out of annoyance. Sam’s eyebrows raise for a second before he continues to break rocks, wanting to get this adventure over with.

Then comes the excited shouting. He’s holding you by your shoulders, shaking you and yelling words that don’t quite make it to your ears. “Sam, please!” You shout over him, the echoing sounds starting to hurt your head.

“I’m sorry,” he lets go of you but is still bouncing in place, “but that was so cool! I wanna kick things!”

Shane

Openly thinks it’s hot

Is very relieved because he never comes down into the mines and does at least want to know you’re safe

Steals your kicking strategy because it is quicker and more efficient

Do those things ever die? Can a skeleton die? How can a skeleton even be alive if not inside a per-okay they’re kicking it….and it’s dead. Wow.

Shane just stares in slight confusion as his mind races to catch up with the events that just unfolded in front of him. It was kinda fun taking out his feelings on monsters that were technically picking a fight first, but then thinking about the morality and the actual logic of it all distracted him until you actually kick a real life skeleton in the face causing it to finally permanently die. He says nothing to you, but does give you an amused smirk before adopting your strategy as his own. Kicking is way more fun than hitting rocks anyways.

Alex

Secretly thinks it’s hot

Would also try to kick things

Would want to do a playful contest to see how much stuff you two can damage honestly.

It thew Alex off when the rock he had hit with a pickaxe started moving. It threw him off even further when said rock pinched him with its apparent pincers that he didn’t even know it had. His brain completely left his skull when you kicked the thing to death with one good stomp because it had pinched him.

It didn’t even hurt that much because he wasn’t paying any attention to his wound and instead staring at you with what could only be described as adoration. Alex clears his throat and grind at you, “how ‘bout a kicking contest? Winner gets a prize”.

“What prize?” You ask, confused about his reaction. You thought he would be in a little pain at least.

“Whatever the winner decides I guess…” you shake his outstretched hand. This was going to go well for you. Now all there is left to do is think about what you want as your prize.

Harvey

Would be absolutely floored.

Like THIS IS NOT SAFE BUT OH MY GOD IMPRESSIVE

He is never coming into the mines again but at least his anxiety has gone down just a little bit (well went up then down so technically it is lower than previously).

The little thing on the ground wasn’t terrifying in the slightest, but your ferocity in destroying it made Harvey think that it was more serious than he understood it to be. Don’t get him wrong, all of the things in this mine could kill someone easily, but the monster that looked like a big ass worm didn’t really seem like a big deal compared to everything else you two had come across.

His mouth hung open as he stared at you as you glared at the stained spot where the worm thing used to be. “It would’ve turned into a monster that could fly.” You offer as soon as you turn to look at him. He nods and makes a mental note to get you muscle relaxers or something because your legs definitely have to be sore after this.

Elliott

Is MORTIFIED

like he was not expecting you to do that at ALL

The mines aren’t his favorite place and he’s glad you can defend yourself but it’s also TERRIFYING.

Probably will insert this into one of his novels where you’re already a character because it’s hot.

The bouncing little jelly things were more dangerous than Elliott had expected. Sure, he knew to some degree that you being tough was a fact because you were in these mines damn near every day for hours at a time. Whenever you came back home after a trip to the mines, covered in bruises and cuts after midnight, he always felt thankful that you had made it back home alive. But this was more than he expected. If something that looked this harmless could make him feel heavy and tired enough to wanna just lay down and die, how strong were the other monsters that lived in these mines?

Snapping out of his distracted thoughts, he watches as everything happens too quickly in front of him, rendering him unable to help because you got everything under control before he could even think to help. In one second you’re hissing in pain after a slime that you both had missed crashed into you, then the next your foot lifts up and then kicks the slime across the room. The thing splatters into goo on the wall as you check yourself for any serious injuries. Elliott calls out to you in shock, rushing over to also look over you because he wouldn’t be fully calm without checking you himself.

As you two stand in the now empty room, checking each other for any injuries that might make you leave early, Elliott can’t help but think that a sexy strong love interest in his novels is just what he needs to make his work skyrocket in popularity.

[gothghostiie]

stardew bachelors and their weirdest/most perverted kinks

a/n: this is the first draft for this ask, but it turned out to be much more tame than I wanted,, but i didnt wanna scratch this so i decided to post both :)) (dead dove warning for the original)

cw: weird kinks, bondage/bdsm, cnc, latex, wedgies, degrading/humiliation, monster fucking, exhibitionism/voyeurism, gangbang, free use, breeding, underwear stealing

Hailey is pretty tame still, shes definitely into latex. full on catsuit latex, absolutely adores wearing it. it makes her feel pretty and goes well with her being a domina type, definitely heavy on a pain and humiliation aspect. also absolutely not opposed to paypigs.

Maru is also a domina type in my opinion, not as extreme tho. shes more into the verbal aspect, likes degrading and belittleing her partners. one of her favourite past times is tying them up and talking down to them.

Abigail is into restrictive and permanent bondage. she loves her freedom but in bed? totally different story. absolute sucker for being unable to move at all, especially when shes also blindfolded and gagged. she's also a monster fucker.

Leah is absolutely into voyeurism and exhibitionism. nothing gets her more excited than being out in the open and vulnerable like that, actually enjoys being caught more than the risk. shes definitely gotten off in her garden before.

Emily is definitely into gangbangs. shes a free love type girl, she enjoys being passed around as well as passing others around. you can't tell me she doesnt regularly go tu Zuzu to attend orgies (sandy tags along).

Penny also isnt too kinky imo, but she has a huge breeding kink. absolutely loves everything about it, the intimacy of fucking raw, the feeling of cum inside her; plus the fact that she could get pregnant from it.

Alex is a total sub, its his guilty pleasure. he likes acting like the big strong guy when all he wants to do is beg to be a good boy for his partner. definitely huge on being made to cry. also into wedgies. he likes being humiliated.

Harvey is into medical play, thats a given honestly. he absolutely loves the whole doctor-patient shtick, even if he sometimes worries about it coming off as weird, given hid profession.

Sebastian is definitely more on the depraved side, into petplay and CNC. loves keeping his partner as his little deskpet, keeping them bound and stuffed while he works, just occasionally petting them.

Sam is totally into roleplay of any kind. he has fun with it, he loves going all out for it. also not opposed to public sex, but just for the thrill instead of getting caught. he does love to share tho.

Shane is a depraved pervert, i don't think i need to say this. the easier question is what he isn't into. but the most perverted thing might be that hes an underwear thief + he loves secretly watching people.

Elliot is more tame, more tender. but he absolutely loves keeping his partners in bondage for hours on end, even when hes just writing. definitely also into free use at the same time.

[rainbow-rey]

Drunk & Nasty

Sam x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: Reader gets reckless when she's drunk.

Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk, drunk s/x, gr/nding

Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection

"I love this song!" Abigail cries over the loud music. It’s some remix of a song that sounds vaguely familiar, like you’ve heard it on the radio before. You don’t really care to decipher the lyrics, especially not now that you’ve started sipping on the first of many drinks for the night. It’s been too long since you’ve gone drinking, and you’re more than happy to drown out the background noise with some liquid courage. 

Music isn’t the only thing you’re trying to drown out, however. The other one just so happens to be walking towards you and Abigail right now. And shit, the way he walks, oblivious to how his pants hug his thighs, how his arms push against the sleeves of his shirt. He has no idea what he does to you. That’s probably the worst part. 

“I got you your rum and coke, Y/N,” Sam says with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes linger on you for an extra moment before he turns to your best friend. “Seb’s coming with your drink in a sec, Abby. He’s over there. I’d be cautious if I were you; I saw a couple girls eyeing him when we were waiting at the bar.”

Abigail rolls her eyes. “That’s what I get for marrying the finest man in Pelican Town. Can’t go anywhere without having to be on pest control. I’ll be back soon.”

Sam turns to me as Abigail has a ‘harmless chat’ with Sebastian. “City girls can never handle the small-town charm.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m from Zuzu, and I’m getting along just fine. Your ‘small-town charm’ is pretty ineffective.” Lie. If only he knew. 

You take a sip of your drink as Sam goes on about his highly effective romance tactics. You’re not drunk enough to ignore how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. You want to run your fingers over it. Or how he instinctively moves to shield you from passersby, so you don’t get shoved. Everything about him is just so intoxicating. Maybe if you keep sipping, your body will focus on the actually dangerous substance in your bloodstream, instead of the buzz you get when Sam’s fingers graze your arm. 

Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. You’re two drinks and a water in, but all it’s done is give you a strange urge to dance with the nearest person. Unfortunately, that happened to be Sam. You’re now singing lyrics to a song you didn’t realize you knew, trying to hide the way you’re ogling at his body as he moves with you. It’s clear he’s only dancing to please you, and it makes you wonder if maybe he might feel something?

Nope. Not doing that again. You’ve been there before, thought a guy might like you back. Every single time you’ve been disappointed, and you’re not going to make a fool of yourself anymore, not now that you’re a sensible adult… who happens to be grinding against her best friend. And he’s not pulling away. 

The song has changed to something more sensual, and so has your dancing. Sam’s hands are on your hips, your head back against his shoulder. You’re no longer thinking—the fourth sip of your third drink eliminated that possibility. Have you always been such a lightweight drinker? Regardless, your body moves with his so effortlessly, and it feels so right. You could stay pressed against him like this forever. 

You would have, too, if not for the asshole who bumps into you, spilling his drink on your top. 

“Shit!” you exclaim, reluctantly pulling away from Sam. The fucker’s drink was brightly coloured and sticky. You can’t just let it air dry. “I’m… I’m gonna go to the bathroom and clean this up.”

“Do you want help?” Sam asks, thoughtful as ever. 

You want to have to consider his offer, but you don’t have the patience or willpower. All you can think about is him carefully taking off your top in the stall, wiping your chest. Maybe you’d get a little carried away, his fingers starting to graze your nipples…

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bathrooms. 

“Uh, should we really be doing this in the women’s room?” Sam looks around the stalls anxiously. 

“It’s fine. Nobody gives a shit about anything in Zuzu.” You pull him into the stall with you, along with several paper towels. You start dabbing at the stain, which will definitely not come out without a thorough wash. “Fuck. The one day my outfit actually looks good.” 

Sam unlocks the stall door and leaves quickly, leaving you confused. He comes back with a damp stack of napkins, and he starts to wipe gently at your chest. “Your outfits are always cute.” 

“Thanks, Sam.” It’s near impossible to hide your blush, but it’s not just from the compliment. He’s started to pat down your chest above the neckline, too, and even the slightest contact has your skin feeling hot. You watch him, admiring how gentle he is. He’s so careful, every movement intentional. Your eyes drift to his face, his lashes, his lips. He pauses his movements and makes eye contact with you, and you swallow. 

“Do you want to maybe take your shirt off? To clean underneath, I mean. It looked like the drink soaked through.” You could swear his gaze shifted to your chest, but only for a moment. 

It almost pains you how much you want to say yes, because you know what it’ll lead to. You’d get fucked in a Joja bathroom if it means Sam is the one inside you... You could fantasize for hours, but your dreams are shattered when Sam’s phone rings. 

“Shit, Y/N. I have to take this. I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a bit.” He looks genuinely disappointed as he rushes out of the stall. You are, too, but maybe this was for a reason?

You decide it’s best to just clean yourself off. You slide up your top and use a damp paper towel to wipe your chest and dab at the fabric you were wearing. It was a white baby tee, paired perfectly with your black denim miniskirt. You’re not sure what you’ll do now, though. Maybe you can borrow Abby’s jacket? 

The universe seems like it isn’t fucking with you today, however. You were dancing, everything was perfect, then that careless dickhead came along and didn’t pay attention to where he was going. Sam literally asked you to take your shirt off. Then he got that fucking phone call. Why can’t anything go your way?

You come out of the stall, reapply your lip gloss, and exit the bathroom. Sam is texting on his phone, but he looks up when he hears the door. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. My dad called to ask me when I was coming back, but he basically never calls, so I thought something was up. Everything’s fine. How are you?”

“I’m glad you’re okay. I’m fine. I cleaned what I could. I’m not sure how I’ll cover it, though…”

Sam, being the amazing man he is, immediately takes off his jacket. “Here. Take this. I’ll be fine, and you look cute in it.”

You almost melt. You accept this as an apology from the universe, because the jacket smells like him. Sam’s scent is one you’ve never been able to get enough of, especially because it’s very weird to go around smelling boys. Now, however… You try to take the most discreet sniff of his collar possible. By the way the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, it probably wasn’t discreet enough, but you could care less. His scent is so intoxicating, God. 

“Come, let’s head back to the guys. Seb texted me saying that Abby is on drink number six and she’s basically trying to absorb him. I think we need to save him.” 

You’re not entirely sure what your friends are talking about. The music and lights are too overstimulating, and you’re too drained to try and decipher what they’re saying. You’re only focused on the feeling of Sam’s bicep, which you are wrapped around like a vine. He smells so fucking good, and he’s basically a walking furnace. You, in your short-sleeved crop top and miniskirt, are incredibly grateful for the warmth radiating from his body. He hardly seems to mind, either, occasionally running a hand through your hair or giving your interlocked fingers a squeeze. You think you may die. 

Sam and Sebastian are talking about some kind of sport when Abby tugs on Seb’s sleeve. You can’t hear what she’s saying, but Sam informs you that it was to say that she’s about to puke. The two of them run off after saying quick goodbyes, presumably because Abigail can never do something once. She’s all-or-nothing, but unfortunately it also applies to violently throwing up. She’ll be stuck over the toilet for a while. 

"R.I.P. Abby," Sam mutters in your ear. 

You nod in solidarity. "I feel bad for the plumbers."

He laughs. "Since they’re out of the picture now, what do you want to do? Feel like staying for a bit?"

"I guess. Let’s just sit somewhere, then."

Sam drags you to a newly-empty stool at the bar. There’s only one seat, and he offers it to you. 

"Aren’t your feet tired?" You look up at him. He’s been dancing with you all night, and your legs are on fire. 

"Yeah, but yours are probably worse. You sit." 

"We’ll share the seat. I can, like, sit on your lap or something." You push him onto the unfortunately small barstool. 

"You’re okay with that?" He looks kind of surprised. "Why wouldn’t I be? I suggested it. Help me up." He does as you say, pulling you on his lap. 

You sit on Sam’s knee, feeling his shaped quads under you. You lean back, playing with his hair. It’s so soft, and so is his skin. Was he always so soft? He’s so strong, too. Very muscular. You follow the tattoos on his arms and catch part of a tattoo under his tank top, and wonder if there are more. Maybe he’ll let you see all of them. You run your acrylics down his firm biceps, hardly able to contain yourself. There’s just something about your best friend… The way he’s holding your thigh, pulling you closer to him. The heat that pools in your abdomen whenever he whispers something in your ear. Everything about him makes your heart swell and your clit throb. 

Sam gives you a look, but you don’t know what it means. Carefully, he lifts you—God, he can do it so easily; you’ve always had a thing for strong men—and helps you sit to straddle his leg. You’re not sure why, but you’re not about to complain; his thigh is so firm, and his muscles brush against your clit through your little panties. 

You blame it on the alcohol as you hold onto Sam’s shoulders, using them to help you rub back and forth on his leg. It starts slow, subtle, and pleasure radiates from your aching clit. The material of your panties drags along your clit, the feeling driving you crazy. 

You’re not sure if Sam noticed your cunt rubbing against him at first, but he definitely did when you shoved your face into his shoulder, muffling a moan. Sam lifts your chin so your eyes meet his, and as worried as you are that he’ll be mad, your hips still don’t stop moving. If anything, you’re grinding faster, your chase for that delicious high only being fueled by the intense eye contact. 

"Do I turn you on this much?" asks Sam, his voice low and rough. The look in his eyes tells a story of desire, and you’re no longer worried whether he’s mad. 

You nod in response to his question. You bite your lip to hold in your whimpers.  

"Keep going, baby. I wanna see you come for me." Sam brings his hand to your cheek, cupping your face. His other hand moves to your ass, and he guides your movements. Your hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to buck against him. 

The eye contact makes the friction against your clit ten times better. You whimper as the fabric snags on your sensitive spot. You can hardly believe this is finally happening—after years of needing Sam more than oxygen, you have him, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, too. His eyes drop to your lips and make their way up to your eyes again, but not before lingering on the way your tits spill out of your shirt. 

Sam brings his mouth to yours, capturing your lips. You whine into his mouth, now desperate for release. He snakes a hand into your hair, tugging gently, and you reach your climax. "I’m coming," you say against Sam’s mouth. 

He groans in approval. "Good girl. You look so pretty when you come." 

"Only for you," you whimper, still recovering from your high. 

"Even better. Now, let’s go home. I want you all to myself." Sam pulls you off his lap and brings you to head out. You hold his hand, wrapping your arm around his as he pays his tab and brings you outside. The cool air hits your skin and you’re starting to regret wearing this miniskirt. Despite the shiver that runs through your body, there’s something hot about it… Your panties are still soaked, and anyone could see them if you just bent down a little.

Soon, the Uber you’re assuming Sam called arrives, and he pulls you onto his lap in the backseat. He tells the driver the address before moving to whisper in your ear, "Y’know how long I’ve been waiting for you? Gonna fuck you so good, baby."

You almost whine in response before remembering you’re not alone. Instead, you nod eagerly. "Please," you beg, your voice hardly a sound. You can barely think straight; your brain is clouded with thoughts of Sam. Pounding you into the bed, making sure the only word you remember is his name. Your cunt gushes with slick, helping soak your panties even more than they already were. 

Sam trails his long fingers up your thighs, sending heat to your center. He rubs your clit through the fabric of your underwear, and you’re forced to bite your lip to hold in a moan. Sam’s fingers are thick, and the pressure from his fingers is so agonizingly delicious. Silencing your noises is a job now, especially when the tip of Sam’s finger pushes into your hole through the material. He pulls it away, which disappoints you, but the pressure on your clit returns. When his thumb joins the other fingers, he pinches your clit. Slight pain mixes with pleasure; the stimulation increases and so does your enjoyment. Sam’s fingers keep pressing at your aching clit, and you have to muffle your whines into his shoulder again. You crave more, needing the feeling of him. 

Lucky for you, the Uber pulls up in front of your building. Sam literally carries you upstairs, making you swoon even more. You run your hands through his hair and press openmouthed kisses to his neck. He groans and you can feel his erection against your thigh. 

As soon as you’re through the door, Sam has his mouth on you. He kisses you with passion, one hand at your neck, the other reaching under your shirt. His fingers graze your hardened nipples over the bra you’re wearing. You couldn’t have predicted just how much you’d wish you weren’t wearing one, but Sam doesn’t seem to mind. He slides your thin top over your head and tosses it to the side, then unclasps your bra with a practiced ease. He groans softly as he sees your bare breasts. 

“So gorgeous, baby,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along your breast, swirling delicately around your nipple. He starts to rub, and instinctively your back arches. You let out a soft cry, then another less gentle one when he latches onto the other nipple. His tongue provides a sensation that makes your cunt leak and your knees buckle. 

“Fuck! Fuck, please, Sam,” you whine out. He gives your nipple one last pinch, earning a whine from you, before starting to undo your skirt. He slides the denim down and gets you to step out of it—a difficult feat, as your legs are hardly working, mostly from the sheer excitement and adrenaline pumping through you. 

“Shit, you’re soaked, babe. Is this all for me?” You can only nod as Sam’s fingers trace over the crotch of your panties. He goes in circles, so close to where you need it but not quite there. His teasing coats your panties even more, but there’s only so much you can take. 

“Sam, please…” you whimper. 

“Please what? I want to hear you say it.”

You barely can, the way he lightly ghosts over your clit—not enough to satisfy you the way you’ve been wanting, but just enough to make you need more. 

“I want you, Sam, fuck,“ you manage to get out. Just as you open your mouth to clarify, Sam’s tongue is on your nipple again. You let out a low moan, your fingers digging into his silky hair. “I need your mouth—fuck!—I need it on my pussy, please,” you make out. 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Sam’s mouth leaves your nipple, but his fingers pull down the sides of your panties. The fabric sticks to your cunt with all the slick. “So beautiful for me, baby.” Sam guides his fingers around your outer lips before parting them softly. 

He collects some of the slick leaking from your hole and brings it up to lubricate your clit. The feeling of his fingers on you is heavenly, and your moans convey the message well enough. Sam’s rough fingers press your clit deliciously, but his mouth still isn’t on you. And maybe he’s a mind reader, because when he removes his fingers, they’re replaced by his warm tongue. You let out a cry, your hips bucking against his mouth. He flattens his tongue and your eyes roll back, trying so, so hard to savour this feeling, but you’re not sure if you can last any longer. 

His tongue flicks against your clit slowly at first, but he speeds up soon. His tongue feels like a vibrator, pulsing against your sensitive nub. It’s not your first time getting eaten out, but nobody’s ever satisfied you the way he can. His body touching yours is just so addictive. You can already tell; this man will end up driving you insane. 

You think you already might be when Sam slides a finger into your cunt. He knows just what to do, massaging your g-spot in a way that makes you see stars. The sounds of his groans against your mound, your little whines, and his finger slipping in and out of you echo the room—and your screams, because Sam added another finger. He fills you up so sinfully, your knees buckle and your hole clenches. 

"Ah, I’m coming, Sam, fuck!" you cry. Your orgasm is the most intense one you’ve had in years. Your pussy convulses around his fingers, trapping them in. He massages you as you ride out your high, licking your clit as well. You have no choice but to melt into Sam, as your legs are jelly. 

He retracts his fingers and moves up to be face to face with you on the bed. You lean against him and he presses a soft kiss against your lips. You kiss him back, this time more passionate. He just has an air to him that you can’t resist—you’re entirely unsure how you haven’t tried to fuck him already. Your lips part and his tongue enters your mouth—he tastes like you. God, everything about him makes you want to carry his babies. 

Sam breaks away from the kiss and helps the both of you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you again and gets you to rest your legs around his waist, and he carries you to the bedroom. Your bare cunt rubs against his clothed erection as you walk, and he notices. 

"Shit, baby. Gonna fuck you so good." Sam groans against your skin as he peppers kisses on your neck. Your cunt clenches around nothing. Sam lays you down on the bed and starts to remove his clothes. "Touch yourself for me, princess. I wanna see how you get your pretty little pussy off." 

Fucking hell, you’d do anything for this man. You suck on your middle and ring fingers, keeping eye contact with him as you cover them in your saliva. You bring your fingers down to your cunt and rub your clit, letting out little moans as you do. You slide them in your pussy, hitting right where you need to. 

Sam is fully naked, and he pulls a bottle of lube from his drawer while still watching you fuck yourself. He lubes himself up and pumps a few times before reaching for the hand that’s inside you right now. He brings your fingers to his lips and sucks off your juices, then drops your hand. He uses his own fingers, inserting two into you and massaging your g-spot. 

"Fuck, Sam…" you moan. He curls his fingers and lets his palm rub against your swollen clit. "Shit, stop, I’ll cum if you keep doing that," you say, forcing his hand out of you. 

Sam wipes your juices off on his throbbing cockhead, already covered in pre. He lines himself up with your cunt, his wet tip sliding against you. He slowly, carefully pushes the bright head of his cock into your awaiting hole. 

Your cunt stretches as his girth enters you, and he feels so sinful. He keeps pushing, your plushy walls sucking in his thick cock. You feel the ridges and veins scrape along your g-spot, and you can feel every part of him inside you. He slides in so easily, and you can hear a little squelch when he fits it all in. 

"You’re so tight," he groans, rolling his hips against you. Your walls stretch at the feeling of his length stuffing you full. Sam lets you adjust to his size, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. He licks your bottom lip and you pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss. 

He pulls out of you and leaves just the tip, dragging a whine out of you at the emptiness—you’re about to slide him back in again yourself when he slams back into you, forcing a loud cry from your lips. He starts to thrust into you in rough motions, his balls slapping your ass and his cock hitting the spot inside that makes your eyes roll back. 

"Fuck, Sam," you cry. "Can’t believe I—ah—waited so long to do this—shit, Sam, right there—" 

Sam doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy. His hard length fucks into you in a way that tells you he’s been waiting for this as long as you have. One of his hands pulls your leg up over his shoulder, letting him reach impossibly deeper into you, while the other leaves bruising marks on your hip. 

"Gonna fuck you so good, baby," Sam slurs, drunk from the alcohol and your pussy. Your soft walls sucking him in feels so addicting; he doesn’t think he can get enough. "Gonna fuck this pretty little cunt ’til you can’t take it anymore, ’til you forget every word but my name. You like that, princess?" 

You don’t really know what he said, only that his cock is pounding relentlessly into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back into your head when his thumb starts to abuse your clit. "Oh, Sam, I’m coming—!"

"I know, baby. Let it out." Sam’s thrusts become more jagged and rushed, but he keeps thrusting into you so deliciously, his finger flicking your clit over and over, until finally you’re coming. God, it feels so good, and even better when Sam starts fucking out his own orgasm. It doesn’t take more than two thrusts for him to explode into you, his hot cum flooding your insides. Your pussy spasms around his girth and your breath shakes as Sam collapses onto you. He doesn’t pull out—he needs to make sure every drop of his seed stays in you. 

You pull him into a kiss, this time soft and loving. Your tongues dance as you feel his body on yours. His mouth on yours, one hand now gently massaging your tit while the other cups your cheek, and his cock continuing to throb inside you. You think this just might be the most content you’ve ever felt. 

"Sam," you whisper, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, princess?" His warm eyes lock onto yours.

"Can we try doggy now?"

[lily-alphonse]

For the rare pair challenge: my favorite one is Sam/Alex!

unfffff I love this one how HOT would that be 🥵

My brain is scrambled tho because I have shipped them both with Sebastian as the openly gay one to even out the dynamic. I interpret Alex as closeted and Sam as bi/pan but skewing more towards women. Like he's not opposed to getting with a guy if he liked them but hasn't really thought about it kind of thing.

So how would they end up getting together?

Ok, I think I want Alex to be coming back from college. He lost his sports scholarship due to bad grades and was forced to come home, leaving his secret fling in the city at the same time. He's heartbroken, he's dejected, he's wallowing.

A couple of weeks after coming back, Haley decides she's had enough of his moping and they are going to a bar in the little town nearby to see some people from their high school perform. They're in a band now, and getting some minor success playing gigs at local venues.

Alex is totally plastered by the time Goblin Destroyer comes on stage. That must be why time slows when he sees Sam. Why his smile makes him feel warm and his heart race.

"Holy shit," he murmurs to himself. The scrawny class clown he knew in high school looks so different.

Haley eyes him knowingly. "No. Nuhuh. Not him. When I said we were getting you laid tonight I didn't mean one of the few people from Pelican Town!"

"But he's gotten SO hot."

"He's got a mullet, Lexie."

"Mullets can be hot," he pouts.

And then they begin their set, and Alex is certain he must be drunk as hell because he doesn't even like this kind of music but he's dancing along to it and having the best time. He's amazed that Sam can play the guitar and sing at the same time. He's amazed by Sam's voice, the rasp in it seriously fucking with his inhibition. And even when he stops singing, and just shreds a guitar solo, Alex is still awe-struck.

They hadn't been sure they would stay for the whole performance, but then Alex is cheering along with the crowd after their final song, cheeks flushed with exertion and heart racing.

He hasn't thought about his ex in hours. He hasn't thought about how royally fucked up his life is. And he doesn't want it to end. But Sam disappears.

Suddenly the crowd is too stifling. He needs to get outside. He needs to breathe. Haley seems to be having the time of her life pressed up against a wall with a man she met fifteen minutes ago. Alex texts her that he will be outside, and pushes his way to the exit.

It's cold, instant relief. It's quiet too, just a group of smokers chatting in the parking lot. He turns to walk the opposite direction from them, when someone bumps into him.

"Alex?"

Sam.

Teehee this is my most cliffhanger one yet I was really getting into that one. I might actually write it for real. If you'd be interested in being tagged if/when I post the fic, reblog or comment letting me know! (What are we naming this ship??)

UPDATE: I decided to give this a full fic, you can read that now on AO3 it is live as of Oct 3rd "Suckered (Alex x Sam)"

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[blainehasregrets]

What’s your view of the Blam crush?

Also you should tag your meta with character name as it’s not being seen, only by your followers.

It makes sense Blaine would find someone to project on/have a crush on in the meantime while he’s broken up with Kurt, since he’s someone who loves love (Silly Love Songs comes to mind), but he gets over it pretty fast (he could barely even think of any good parts of Sam’s personality in Tina In The Sky With Diamonds lol I also think quite a few Blamtina scenes felt very much like Blaine completely forgot he ever had a crush on Sam) with, in my opinion, little lasting effects.

I feel like, since Blaine moved on so quickly and just went back to Literally planning his wedding with Kurt like nothing, it showed being rejected by Sam didn’t foster any hurt, resentment, or regrets inside of him. He literally just did not care anymore lol Whereas I think Kurt’s crush on Finn and even interest in Sam, though brief and done after their arcs were over, continued to affect him going forward. Those events definitely furthered his communication issues and knocked down his self esteem, which in turn ended up causing problems within his relationship with Blaine.

Though I do think Kurt ultimately loved and chose to be with Blaine because it’s what he wanted, I felt he sometimes had this belief that nobody but Blaine would ever love him. Ex: Saying “I don’t think I’m ever gonna find someone else who’s going to make me feel [safe, connected, and loved like Blaine].” in Love, Love, Love. But I don’t think Blaine had that same fear?

I mean, sure, abandonment issues are the go-to thing people talk about when it comes to Blaine, but I think his abandonment issues were like. Solely focused on being abandoned by Kurt. (Note how he didn’t give a fuck about abandoning the Warblers himself…they loved him so much and worshipped the ground he walked on and yet he left them as soon as Kurt said “I want to spend every minute of everyday…with you♥️” in PPP. Blaine would take that hyperbolic statement to heart and make it his life’s mission to accomplish just that.) I don’t think he ever thought “I have no choice! Nobody but Kurt will ever love me! 😩” It was more like “I don’t CARE about anyone else, even if another person proposed to me right now, I only want KURT!!!!!” Ex: Never pursued Sebastian despite all of his flirting, literally about to throw up after he had sex with Eli (and I think it’s interesting Blaine says “I cheated on the one person I love more than anything in the world” in Dynamic Duets, like that’s his takeaway here. It’s not about feeling like Kurt is his only option, it’s that Blaine wants his only option to be Kurt, which is made more obvious with how he could and did hook up with Eli, yet doing so just made him think “wow I really only gaf about Kurt”), had a crush on straight guy Sam which would clearly go nowhere (and could be argued to just be projection and a safe way to experience a crush without it being reciprocated…), dated Dave as a power move more than anything (and this could come with its own set of 5 canon scenes to link to and explain), and does not even care to give Jeremiah a second thought in Transitioning. Though maybe blangst fans would disagree lol

And okay I got ramble-y there for a second, but that’s all to explain why I don’t think Blaine ultimately cared too much about his crush on Sam after the fact!

And while it may be classic Klainer cope, I do think the song he sang “to Sam” in Guilty Pleasures fit Kurt better!

Also thank you for reminding me! I need to organize my tags a little more in general… I went back and fixed up my last post a little (it’s still more messy than I’d like and I also want to add more specific canon scenes as evidence 😔 I’ll have to keep working on it) and tagged it! I’m so used to writing my glee thoughts on private accounts I forget other people can and want to see this stuff…

[sdv-confessions]

there are people keep saying sebastian is a loser while alex is some popular kid just because they look like the stereotypes of nerdy emo kid and a jock. saying this with whole my heart as a male alex liker, but sorry, you are wrong. sebastian didnt go to college but he managed to self taught coding and getting money out of it is fucking impressive. he has his own motorbike, and he has a group of friend who love and support him. he is pretty direct with his emotions and struggles once you get to know him on a certain level. and as for alex, this boy only has one friend (two, if you count emily in if thinking about the fact that he knew her through haley). he wished there were more girls in the town, but he never directly went out to talk with them besides haley,like boy what are you doing, but i kinda understand given how george was not much of a good figure good is not nice remember folks. alex did have a job, but it's more like a side gig given how his ice cream stand only open in summer and only in a certain time. and the fact that he tried to uphold his tough persona instead of opening up to anyone except dusty and the farmer, who accidentally caught him being sad, or how only after marriage he said that he never had many friends and didnt know what to do if the farmer didnt come here. that boy is a loser more than sebastian! but i love him for that <3

they are like "well sebastian lives with his parents" as if he didnt have a plan to move out. and not just him, there are many townies who are adults still live with their family like sam, shane, penny, haley and emily live with their parents before those two went travelling, etc, even his sister maru. and not to mention in some cultures, its normal to stay with your parents until you get married, hell, some households even have 2 or more generations living together. and living alone? in this economy? no fucking way my siblings in christ, saying this as an atheist

ok i know its getting too long but i also dont like how the fandom saying that alex is only good with male farmer and dismiss his sexist views towards female farmer at the beginning by saying it was because hes gay, given how there are gay men who are very misogynistic in real life. we all saw how george was when you married alex as a guy, and if you think deep enough, homophobia and sexist usually go hand in hand. like dont you look at me and tell me that peepaw doesnt have at least a sexist thought once. its good for both of them to grow out of it with both female and male farmer, but i think its worth mentioning that in male farmers route, we get to understand why alex turned out like that, as usually you would reflect some of your parents or caretakers behaviors, whether they taught it to you or you mimic them unintentionally. so i dont like anyone who hates him making alex being sexist as an engraved trait, he changed! he apologized and grew out of it later. also people who post character hate in their tags im watching you when you sleep if anything, pierre should get a fair share of hate for being sexist towards abby and caroline too, but i dont see people talk about it enough like how he acts towards the farmer and their products and stuffs

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[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

I'm so sorry it took me a little longer to update. I've got a gnarly head cold, but I'm in bed, and hoping to get the next part started after this one is posted. We’re getting to the meat of the story here now folks. There’s lots of fluffy cheesy fluff in this chapter, because it’s going to get real heavy later. Remember to let me know if you want to be tagged! 🖤

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. ++ chapter warning for consensual choking***

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 7 — Concrete Jungle

The days were passing slower than molasses. I found myself working overtime nearly every day to give me something to do outside of being at home, AA, or waiting for Noah to call. Being a hermit was much easier when the only person I had to look forward to seeing was my dog.

We were so close to the end of the first leg of the tour, Noah only having two shows left before he came home for nearly three months.

I dreamt of how wonderful those three months would be. We talked about it often. He swore he was coming over the day he got home from Witchita, and we weren’t leaving my house for a solid week. As unrealistic as that was, I still looked forward to it, and scheduled vacation to have that entire week off.

I was soaking in the tub, music pumping through my earbuds when the sound of a familiar ringtone sang through my ears. I smiled and tapped my phone screen, answering the call.

“Hey babe.” I sank back down into the water, inhaling the lavender scent of the epsom salts I had added.

“Hey sweetheart, how was your day?” His voice was relaxed, calm and cool.

“Not the worst. Sam wasn’t there today, so I actually didn’t hate it.”

He chuckled. “That guy’s a real dick, huh?”

I snorted. “The worst.”

“Well, if he ever makes another pass at you, just tell him your big scary boyfriend will kick his ass.”

My eyes were closed, just relaxing at the sound of his voice. “My boyfriend?”

“Is that a problem?”

“I thought I said I didn’t want anything official?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeah, well that was before big meathead dudes were hitting on you.”

“Mm,” I pulled my arm out of the water to readjust my towel under my head. “I’ll tell him my big scary boyfriend said so.”

“What is that noise? Are you doing dishes?”

“In the tub.”

He didn’t respond, but I heard my phone’s twinkling ringtone, indicating I was getting a FaceTime call. I snickered and ignored it.

“No way. You gotta wait to see it in person.”

I heard him groan on the other end of the line. “Not fucking fair! You’re all wet and bubbly.”

“No bubbles today.”

“So I can see through the water?!”

The jingling came again and I ignored it, laughing loudly.

“Shouldn’t you be in soundcheck?”

“That ended hours ago. I’m relaxing in my room before the show.” His voice lowered. “I’m so lonely.”

“See if Nick’s around.” I said nonchalantly.

He hissed. “Babe, I’m in a mood here, help me out.”

I giggled. “Say please.”

“You know I don’t fucking ask.” His tone was deadly now. I shivered at the sound, spreading my thighs a little.

“Fine, but no video. Last time I nearly dropped my phone in the tub.”

“Deal.”

It was silent for a beat. “You okay?” I looked over to the phone to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.

“I’ll be better once I know you’re touching yourself.” My stomach dropped, a small moan leaving my mouth. His words were always so maddening, getting me hot so quickly.

I adjusted myself, spreading my thighs and letting my hands fall lazily over my slit, running my fingers gently over my sensitive spot.

“I am.”

“Good girl.” I pressed a little harder against my clit, rubbing slow circles around it. “Now, tell me how bad you miss my cock. How bad do you miss me, baby.”

I moaned louder now, bringing my left hand up to pinch my nipples. My undulations on my core increasing speed by the second.

“Ugh I miss you so much Noah.” I let my head fall back, eyes closed, picturing him in the tub with me.

“That’s right. You miss me touching you, baby?”

My voice was just breaths. “Yes.”

“You miss me eating that sweet pussy? Making you fucking scream?” His breaths were coming quicker now.

“Yes, Noah.” I answered louder, my hips buckling slightly at the thought.

“When I get home, you going to let me fucking destroy you, baby? Fuck you until you can’t even move?”

“Oh, fuck, yes...” I was so fucking close.

“I’m going to come just fucking thinking about it baby. Always thinking about you. That pretty, tight pussy. So fucking wet.” I could hear movement on the other end, I could tell he was as close as I was.

“Noah I need you so bad. Please come home. Please come home and fuck me. I need you so so bad.”

I heard him gasp hard on the other end. “Fuck!” His voice was sharp. He came.

I wasn’t far behind, letting out a small scream.

There was no words exchanged for at least five minutes while we both worked on getting our breathing under control.

After a moment, I heard him make a sound of disapproval. “I made a mess.”

This caused me to burst out laughing, him joining me only a second later.

“Fucking hell, Noah. I can’t wait to see you.”

He sighed heavy. “I know.” I could tell he was thinking, he only got completely silent when he was.

“Fuck it, come to Witchita! Catch a flight tomorrow and you can make the show. Then you can ride home with us.” I paused myself, now toweling off while the water drained from the tub.

“Excuse me?”

“You took the week off, right? I’ll book you a ticket right now.”

“Noah, you aren’t coming home until Thursday. I can’t leave Angel that long. And I can’t bring him on the bus.”

“Can Laura watch him for a few days?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, Noah. I’d miss two days of group.”

He huffed, obviously defeated. “Alright. I’m sorry, it was a dumb idea.”

“No, it wasn’t. I just need more time to plan something like that.”

He had to go, ending the call quickly to shower and head back down to the venue. With a promise of calling me after, we hung up.

-

I called Laura that night, telling her about Noah’s promise to keep me in bed for a week.

“I’m so fucking jealous of you.” I laughed heartily.

“You’re married!”

“I know! But you’re literally dating a rockstar, Leena. I’m jealous.”

I chewed on my thumb nail.

“He called himself my boyfriend, Laura.”

“Isn’t he?”

I flopped back on my bed. “I don’t know. It feels like it.”

“Is that so bad?”

I contemplated this. “I’m scared, Laura.” My arm covered my eyes. “You know how long it’s been.”

“I know, LeeLee.” Her childhood nickname for me brought me some comfort. “But Noah isn’t him.”

“I know he isn’t.”

“So don’t hold yourself back. Have you even told Noah about him? About any of your trauma?”

“No.”

“Maybe you should.”

I could feel hot tears brewing. “I’m scared to love him, Lo.” My childhood nickname for her.

“Babes, if you’re scared to, then I think you already do.”

Well, that’s a lot to unpack.

I sniffled hard, wiping my tears. “Ugh.” I sat up. “He also asked me to fly to Kansas tomorrow. Go to the show and ride back with them on the bus.”

“That’s cute as fuck. Are you going to? You know I’ll watch Angel.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know, but that’s insane! I would have to leave in like 12 hours.”

“…and?” I didn’t respond, which told her how I felt. “Leena, you don’t do spontaneous, fun stuff anymore. Did you already tell him no?”

“Thank you for that.” I sighed. “And yeah, told him I couldn’t miss group.”

“Abel can handle group for one week.” I stayed quiet. My mind was actually considering it. “You could surprise him!”

“What?”

“Yeah! Show up without telling him, and hold up a sign that says LH hearts NS or some shit! He’s sappy, he’d love it!”

“I can’t exactly get in without him knowing. The show is sold out.”

“Can’t you call Nick or Folio?”

With that, my brain kicked into place and the plan all formed in my head.

“Laura, I’ll drop Angel off in the morning.”

She laughed. “See, you love him!”

I hung up without another word.

I dug through my contacts and found Nick’s number. The show should have ended at least an hour ago, so I guessed they were still in the green room, shaking off the energy.

“C’mon, pick up Nick, pick up.”

“Hey!” The voice was loud, a ton of background noise. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk to Noah!”

“No!” I yelled into the phone. “No, Nick I’m fine, but I need to talk to you privately.”

-

Having filled Nick in on my plan, he was on board from the moment I said the word ‘surprise’. He thought it was a great idea. He told me Noah had been homesick, and he was sure me coming would perk him right up.

I booked the earliest flight to Witchita that I could, leaving at 5AM. Laura cursed at me when she opened the door to bring Angel inside at 3AM. I dropped a quick kiss on his snout and promised to text Laura the moment I landed.

I then drove to LAX, running through the terminal to my gate, barely making it on the plane in time.

My adrenaline was on high, my backpack filled to the brim with clothes, random toiletries I may need, my wallet, and my phone charger. Everything else would just have to do without.

I understood now why Noah takes a panic day before traveling, because this was anxiety-inducing to do. I hated flying, so my heart raced the entire nearly eight hours.

Once I touched down, I grabbed an Uber to the hotel, the same one I knew they stayed at. I had four hours until the doors opened. I asked Nick for a regular GA ticket, no VIP. I needed to be the first one there so I was in the very front. He needed to see me.

Checked into my room, I slipped in a quick shower to wash the flight off of me, shivering when I got out. I stared down at my bag and realized what I had forgotten.

“Oh shit!”

I picked up my phone and dialed Nick. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey, you here yet?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m in my room. Dude! I have nothing to make a sign out of!”

“Erm…what do you need?”

I ran my hands over my forehead feverishly.

“Poster board and a big sharpie?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Okay, give me 15, let me see what I can find. Text me your room number.”

He hung up and I quickly slipped my clothes on.

My phone rang, Noah’s face flashing.

“Hey you.” I even sounded suspicious, what the fuck? I’m so bad at this.

“Hey gorgeous, you alright?”

My blood ran cold. “Yeah, why?”

“Oh, just because you went to bed early last night and then said you were busy all day. I haven’t heard much from you.”

I laughed, relieved. “Oh yeah, just hung out with Laura all day. I just got home.”

“Ah, okay. I can’t talk long, I’ve got to get ready soon. But I just wanted to check in.”

“Oh, sure! I miss you.” I sat down on the bed.

“I miss you too, baby. Only a couple more days.”

I gritted my teeth. “Yup. Home stretch.”

We said our goodbyes and as I clicked ‘End’, there was a knock at the door.

Nick stood on the other side, 5-pack of poster boards and 3-pack of giant markers in his hands. He was sweating and absolutely out of breath.

“Hi…Leena…” he said in between breaths. “I ran to the corner store and got these. I hope they work.”

I took the items from him, taking note of the color of the posters.

“Neon green?” He nodded, putting his hands on his knees.

“Yeah. Trust me. He can see it way better on stage.”

I smiled brightly. “This is perfect, Nick. Thank you!”

He smiled back. “Anytime. Now look, we take a break between Death of Peace of Mind and Just Pretend where Noah talks to the crowd and gives his little monologue. It gives him time to get his voice ready for the song.”

I listened intently.

“That’s when you hold it up. He’ll have them turn on the lights so he can look at the crowd, and that’s when you hold it up.”

“But what if he sees me before then? Won’t it be obvious if I’m in the front?”

He shook his head. “Don’t let him bullshit you. When the lights are down, we can’t see shit up there.”

-

I was the second person in line, behind a red-headed girl who looked positively irritated. She was dressed in full Bad Omens merch, reminding me that I should have worn the shirt he gave me. Instead, I wore a black tank top, black jeans, and combat boots.

When the doors opened, I walked up to the rail in front of the stage, my sign tightly wrapped in my hands, and turned my back. I didn’t want to risk him seeing me from the back.

I pulled my phone out and shot him a quick message.

Me: Have a great show tonight, babe!

His response was quick.

Noah: Yep, last one till I’m home with you.

Noah: Call you after.

The show was so long, by the time the guys actually made it on stage, I was wiped. ERRA and Invent Animate had put on great sets, but I was here for Bad Omens.

When I heard the opening chords to Death of Peace of Mind, I felt my heart jump into my throat. I sunk low by the railing, listening to Noah’s enchanting voice sing the melody.

“You come and go in waves. Leaving me in your wake.”

I swallowed hard.

“You come and go in waves. Swallowing everything.”

The guitars and drums pounded out the last verse of the song, leaving the venue dark when the lights went out.

I began unraveling the sign, questioning my entire life. This was so corny. Is this how I really wanted to do this? Make such a strong confession to him? In a fucking sign? Like a prom-posal?!

My gut twisted. I couldn’t do this. But I had to. I came all this way. Nick nearly gave himself an asthma attack getting the supplies.

And there was my guy, sauntering around the stage, monologuing, right on schedule.

He would turn the lights up any second. It’s now or never.

I lifted the sign as high as my 5’1 frame would allow, closing my eyes to the rest of the world, internally cringing at how ridiculous this was.

“Woah, we got a sign over here!” His voice was boisterous. And he saw me, or my sign, rather, as I was hiding my face behind it.

I heard him walk toward where I stood.

“Let’s see what it says.” I peeked around the side for only a second, seeing he was bent over, squinting to read the sign.

“‘I love you Noah S’, awe, thank you, that’s so sweet.” He hadn’t walked away though. “What does that say underneath?”

He was quiet for a second. He was reading my name. ‘Leena R.’

The room fell silent, or for me it did. I heard nothing but the shuffling of the microphone being put on the stand. I lowered the sign to see what was happening just as he fixed his mic on the stage.

“Give me just a second, guys.”

The crowd screamed, and he jogged over to the area of the stage directly above where I stood. With no warning, he jumped down, causing the security guard to scramble over to him. He was unfazed, walking straight up to the railing in front of me.

His eyes were wide, a giant grin nearly breaking his cheekbones.

I was sheepishly smiling back, trying hard to maintain my composure.

“You love me?” I almost couldn’t hear him over the crowd. I just nodded wildly, moisture prickling behind my eyes.

Before anything else could happen, he reached up and hooked my neck, pulling me toward the railing and crashing his lips on mine.

All I felt was vibrations, likely from the crowd exploding. His lips tasted like mint and sweat, his gloved hand rough against the back of my neck.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to mine for a second.

“I fucking love you, Leena.”

-

I was still shaking, my hands tucked firmly in my jean pockets while the security guard walked me to the green room as instructed by Noah.

I could hear the concert continue, only two songs left. Noah had jumped back onstage and continued as if nothing had happened, able to breeze right past it like the professional he is.

“Okay, you can wait in here. They’ll be back here once they finish up.” I smiled at the security guard and walked past him into the room.

“Hey,” I turned to look at him. “that was a ballsy move out there. Good for you.”

I blushed hard, looking anywhere but at him. “Yeah? It felt kind of insane.”

He laughed. “It was fucking psychotic.” This wasn’t helping. “But to be honest, I never see shit like that happen. It was cool as fuck.”

He left before I could say anything else.

It wasn’t long before Folio burst through the door, obviously still hyper from the performance. Jolly and Nick followed, already chatting.

“I swear to you my rig was out of tune, dude! It kept giving me sour notes during Limits, and then Dethrone was a fucking mess.” Nick’s eyes scanned the room and found me sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. “Leena!”

I jumped up. “Hey!”

“Perfect fucking execution dude! Exactly how I pictured it.”

“Yeah? How embarrassing was it? Be honest.”

Jolly laughed, pulling his long hair back into a low ponytail. “Oh, it was adorable. I loved it.”

“It was fucking cringe, dude!” Folio’s voice called from the table that had snacks on it. He looked over, open water bottle in his hand. “It was rad as fuck!”

I relaxed my shoulders.

Noah came skipping into the room after a moment, pulling the gloves off of his hands.

“Hey!” He bound up to me, his arms coming to grab me by the hips, pulling me down to another kiss.

“I thought you couldn’t make it!”

I smirked. “I changed my mind.”

“So you didn’t spend the entire day with Laura, I gather?”

I shook my head. “Nope. I spent the day traveling.”

He had disbelief on his face. “How did you pull it off?”

“Called Nick. Booked a flight. Easy stuff.”

“I risked my life for that sign, by the way!” Nick hollered from the couch.

“Is that why you ran out of the room earlier?”

Nick just nodded in response. “I came through. Pulled the wool over your eyes.”

Noah lifted his brows at me, his expression was unreadable.

“You both are insufferable, you know that?”

-

I had brought my things to Noah’s room, not much need for my own. My legs were feeling heavy, so the walk off the elevator and down the hallway with him was my time to find the strength. Noah was a very…active…individual, and I assumed that he was going to be looking for some time together.

When we entered the room, he walked past me, immediately pulling his shirt off and sitting in the bed. Rather than looking at me with his usual hunger, his eyes looked exhausted when they met mine.

It occurred to me, Noah had been on tour for a couple of months. He was playing shows nearly every night while traveling, sometimes without even time to sleep in a hotel room. He needed rest.

“Noah?” He only tipped his chin up in response. “I think I know what you need.”

He raised his brow, the playful expression shadowing his face. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

“A shower.” It took him a second to process, but once he did, his shoulders relaxed forward and he huffed out an amused sigh.

“Yep, you’re right about that.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck.

I stepped over to him, putting my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close. He pressed the side of his face into my chest in a comforting gesture, wrapping his own arms around my waist.

“Then, you need some sleep. Nick said we leave at 6AM.”

I could only feel him nod. I pulled back so he could look up at me.

“Why don’t we pick up on the fun stuff when we get home? And just work on recovering for now?”

I felt his body go slack.

“Oh thank God.” I shook with laughter. “I’m so fucking tired, Leena. I didn’t want to disappoint you, though.”

“You want to know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m fucking dead, dude. I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up.”

He laughed into my chest, caging me in just a little tighter.

“Didn’t you sleep on the plane?”

“No, I uh…I’m not a great flyer.”

“Me neither, why do you think we still take a tour bus?” His voice was muffled by my shirt and he sighed heavily.

“You, mister, go get in a hot shower. Scrub off all that sweat. I will order us some food, and get a movie on.”

He groaned approvingly. “Today is the best day ever.”

He sounded small, which tugged on my heart. “I’m glad I came.”

“Me too.”

-

After a solid five hours of sleep, a morning shower (that may have included some touching), and a third cup of coffee, Noah and I were standing at the hotel check-in desk turning in his room key, and my completely useless one as well. We had fallen asleep not twenty-minutes into the horror movie I had put on after devouring a pizza. We fell asleep spooning, but he eventually rolled onto his back, and I woke up half-laying on him, sweat covering both of us.

Noah was always so chipper in the mornings, which was painful for me, as I was a creature of the night. Even after all of the caffeine, I was still wearing sweatpants, one of Noah's sweatshirts, no bra, flip-flops, and my sunglasses. My hair was hanging loose over my shoulders, not brushed out after the shower. I looked absolutely dreadful.

Still, he held my hand as we walked out to the bus, and helped my backpack off of me and let me on first. The bus was about what I expected, large, loungers lining both sides, a table near a somewhat kitchenette with a refrigerator and table. In the 'hallway' area were the bunks, a bathroom that was smaller than the one on the airplane, and in the very back was a couch with two large televisions, a couple of various gaming consoles, and some cabinets that Noah showed me were filled with snacks.

I had set myself up on one of the lounge couches while the rest of the guys loaded onto the bus. I was waving to each of them lazily as they stepped on, dropping things off in their respective bunks. Folio laid on the lounger across from me, immediately letting his eyes fall closed. I felt my own lids get heavy.

"Are we ready? Ron says we aren't stopping for at least six hours." Jolly called from the front of the bus. He received several yelps of approval in the back from Noah and Nick, who were putting their things away in the back cabinets. No response from the now comatose Folio, and just a thumbs up from me.

As the bus began to move, the vibrations had me lulled, pulling me closer to falling back asleep as my eyes watched the sun slowly rising from the window. An arm reached over me, pulling a shade closed and blocking the light, which was lovely.

I heard Noah's voice above me, so I angled my head to look up. "Going to take a nap, love?" The word made me turn my lips up tiredly.

"Mm, it's not even a nap. It's just going back to bed."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You want to lay in my bunk? The pillows smell like me." He winked, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"I'm too claustrophobic for those things." I sunk down into the cushions. "Besides, I'm so comfy."

He walked to the back, returning only a moment later with a large green blanket that was plush and warm, flinging it over me.

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Get some sleep. I'm going to go kick the shit out of Nick at Warzone."

"Fuck you, dude! I'm going to wipe the fucking floor with you." Nick's voice carried through the bus.

Noah was only gone for a moment before my eyes slipped closed and the movement from the bus had me in a nice, deep slumber.

The drive back home was long. Longer than I had exactly anticipated. It was now about 11PM, and Noah and I were snuggled on the couch in the back, watching through The Conjuring 2, under the same blanket I had napped under earlier. I was going to sleep back here tonight, and I had this pulling feeling that Noah was too.

I was laying sideways, pressed against his side and chest as he laid flat, legs crossed and spread long on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around me, and the other folded under his head.

I wasn't so much watching the movie, having seen it many times, but I was mostly studying him. My fingers traced the tattoos on his shirtless chest, taking note of freckles that were barely visible between the lines of ink.

After a while, I glanced up at him, seeing his eyes beginning to flutter closed. I reached my face up, and pressed a kiss to his jaw, catching his attention. His arm tightened around me, and he breathed heavy.

"I'm fighting for my life to stay awake here." His voice was deep and thick, sleepy.

I smiled. "Why not go to bed, babe? This couch is a little small for two of us."

"Cause you're wide awake, and I'm not going to leave you alone."

"I'm a big girl, Noah. I can put on something to watch and lay here until I get drowsy"

He just shook his head and cleared his throat. "I'll be okay."

I shrugged and began sitting up, needing to stretch. He followed suit.

His eyes watched me as I lifted my arms over my head, my crop top pulling and exposing the underside of my breasts. I saw his tongue slide over his bottom lip.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

He smirked, reaching out to press his palm into my side, making me shiver. His hands were freezing.

"Actually..." He pulled, nearly causing me to topple into his lap.

I let out a squeal, clapping a hand over my mouth. Jolly and Nick were passed out, their snores carrying through the bus. Folio was in his bunk, watching something on his tablet with headphones in. Noah had closed the door to the back of the bus when we first came back here, but I didn't want to be a nuisance, and wake everyone.

He quietly laughed, pulling my legs on either side of him, bringing my face down to his with a hand in my hair.

Our mouths connected softly, his hands coming to rest on my sides.

I pulled back slightly, my eyes glancing over at the door.

"It's locked."

I raised my brows at him, hands resting on his shoulders. "Yeah? Had ideas of how this night was going to go?"

I tried to keep my face even, but I was struggling not to crack a smile.

"I'm not as tired tonight." His voice was low, serious.

He pressed his lips to mine again, steady but not eager. We had time. We were only halfway back to LA, most everyone was asleep, and, most importantly, we were in love.

This moment together just felt different. There was a barrier that had been up, completely fallen now, leaving us bare to each other and vulnerable.

Slowly, he lifted my shirt over my head, drinking in the sight in front of him. His mouth came down on my chest, teeth leaving soft bites as he worked toward my left nipple slowly, painfully. His lips locked onto my nipple, and my head fell back. His hands pulled my hips down, only the fabrics of our sweats between us. The hard bulge ground against my core, making me moan softly.

We stayed this way for a long time, writhing together, his mouth moving from my nipples to my neck, to my mouth. I tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head. For a second, I stood off of him, and intentionally pulled my pants down as slowly as possible, causing him to groan.

Once I had kicked them off, I reached down and grabbed onto his, only pulling them down enough to let his erection free. I then regained my spot straddling him, sliding myself over him, our mouths hot on each other. When I felt the head of his cock bump my entrance, we both froze for a second. His eyes latched onto me.

We both stared for longer than a moment, trying to decide what we do here. I wasn't on birth control. I knew I was clean. I trusted him to tell me if he wasn't. As stupid as it was, it didn't bother me. Nothing bothered me here. Nothing.

I sunk down, letting him slide into me, and I watched as his mouth fell open, eyes wide. This wasn't just us having sex on the back of a tour bus where someone could hear or see. This was more. This was something else entirely.

I felt every inch of him, all the way to the hilt, and my eyes fluttered closed, my bottom lip caught in my teeth. I was adjusting to the size, having only felt it the one time before, months ago.

"Look at me." His voice was nothing more than a breath.

I opened my eyes, staring at him, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I couldn't say if it was from the slight pain of the penetration, or the sheer emotion I had for Noah.

His hands held me in place by my sides, keeping me from moving an inch.

"I love you, Leena."

A tear spilled down my face, and I sucked in a hard breath.

"I love you, Noah. So fucking much."

I felt his fingers release me ever so gently, and I bucked my hips, causing the most delicious friction that pulled a moan out of both of us. Again, I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from giving us away, and began a slow rhythm of bouncing up and down, each thrust pushing me toward a finish line I so desperately wanted.

He leaned his head back against the cabinet, his breathing so heavy I thought his chest might burst.

"Jesus Christ, baby. Don't fucking stop." He was too loud, he would have the entire bus knowing what we were doing.

I reached my hand up to cover his mouth too, but he snatched my wrist in his hand, reaching up and grabbing the other from over my mouth. He held both wrists in one hand, and pinned them between us, not letting me free while his hips bucked, pressing him deeper and deeper each time I landed on top of him.

He leaned his head in to whisper in my ear. "Stay quiet baby, wouldn't want anyone to know."

Small squeaks escaped with nearly every thrust, my eyes beginning to roll back. I grit my teeth to keep the sound from escaping.

"That's it. Good job, baby." His eyes were half-masked when he spoke, one hand gripping my wrists in a deadly tight grasp, the other lifting my hips for leverage. "You're trying so hard to keep quiet. So good, princess."

His words were giving me a familiar tingling sensation in my belly, my climax coming closer the more he spoke.

"Look so fucking pretty when you ride my cock. Missed that tight pussy so much."

I let a small whine out and his body stilled instantly. My eyes snapped open, and he narrowed his eyes at me. The irises were black, his expression was serious.

"What did I say? You need to keep quiet."

My eyes widened, but my head nodded frantically. The lack of friction was becoming painful.

"I'm sorry."

He released my wrists, my hands falling lifelessly to my side. Both of his hands snaked up my chest, reaching my shoulders. His right hand reached up, wrapping his fingers gently around my throat and slowly adding pressure until I felt my windpipe compressing ever so slightly.

The sensation was sickeningly delicious and my legs naturally jerked in an attempt to gain sensation.

"You will do as I say, is that understood?" I nodded. He reached a hand around me and grabbed a fist full of skin from my ass, pulling me forward. His hand tightened on my throat.

"Now, ask nicely for me to fuck you."

I gasped, his hand loosening to let air through.

"Please, Noah. Please...fuck me."

His hand released my neck, coming down to grab my ass and began bucking up into me violently. I fell forward against him. His arms then wrapped around my chest as I felt the coil in my body pull tighter and tighter. I pulled back to look him in the eyes, his expression wild.

I leaned down and bit into his neck hard, causing a strangled sound to come from his throat as I felt him slow his thrusts. I used the opportunity to grind myself harder against him, the contact pushing me over the edge, my orgasm tearing out of me.

I rode down onto him hard, slowing with each thrust, until we were both panting against each other.

"Are you okay?" He breathed out after a moment, having calmed to nearly normal.

I only nodded in response.

"I've never done...that before." His voice was entirely different now, sounding nearly nervous.

"What?" I expected him to be referring to the choking. It wasn't my first time, but any other time had been pretty dissatisfying, to say the least.

"Having sex...without a condom."

I pulled back to look at him, my brows raised in disbelief.

"Really?"

He was chewing on his lip. "I trust you. I just..." He trailed off, his mind clearly racing. "I'm clean, I swear I am."

I only chuckled at this, rolling off of him and snatching my pants off of the floor. He pulled his up as well.

"I am, too. However," I slipped my shirt over my head. "I'm not on the pill, so we'll need to grab a Plan B when we get back to civilization."

His eyes widened. "I didn't even fucking think of that."

I stood up, stretching. "Luckily for you, I did."

We turned the movie off, as we had missed most of it already anyway. We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the couch, eating snacks out of our respective bags; I had Cheez-Its and he had Reese's Pieces.

"Are you from LA, originally?"

I shook my head. "No, I was born in Washington, but only lived there until I was about five. When my mom died, my Dad moved us to LA. Him and Mom lives there before I was born, and she was buried in East Los Angeles. He said it only made sense.”

"What does he do?" He popped a candy into his mouth.

"He's has a wood-working business. Builds furniture and does art pieces. He doesn't do much of the actual labor stuff anymore, at his age, but he still loves to carve. He has six stores in LA County, two in San Bernardino, and one up in Alameda."

Noah looked thoroughly impressed. "Fucking nice!"

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Best Dad ever." I smiled thinking about my Dad. I would be calling him the moment I got home to update him on my trip.

I looked up at Noah, my turn to ask questions.

"Why go to an AA group in Orange County when you live all the way in Calabasas?"

He twirled a candy in his fingers, shrugging. "Well, when I google searched AA meetings, I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me, so I didn't want to be too close by. I also didn't want to travel too far so I wouldn't have an excuse not to go. Then I narrowed it down to meeting not associated with any churches or religious groups. That's how I found yours."

"What made you decide it was time for AA?"

He was looking down into his bag, and I saw the expression on his face change. I had hit a nerve somewhere, but I wasn't sure where.

"It's like I said before, I had some downtime and figured it was time."

"I don't believe that."

His head snapped up to look at me. "What?"

"Well, maybe in general that's true, but there's usually something. One thing that leads you to AA. It's rare when you just wake up one day, realize you have a problem, and then walk into a meeting."

His eyes narrowed. "Well, that's what happened to me."

He didn't want to keep talking about this, I could tell, but something was there that he wasn't saying. I elected to let it go. I'm no longer his sponsor, maybe I'm not entitled to that information anymore.

Maybe.

[rebelpeas]

gift round-up: 48 hour exchange 2024!

i had the joy of receiving FOUR whole gifts during this year’s @extremetimedchallengeexchange creation period!! and they were all absolutely delightful, so here is a rec post with links to each one :] please do check them out and leave a nice comment for the authors!!

empires smp: good grief by goodtimeswithscar. oli moves into a murder house; the dead man hasn’t moved out yet. (5.4k)

sobbing and wailing and screaming etc. pixoli forever!! a really poignant and bittersweet ghost story that i adored. also aroace pixlriffs

dcu/dream smp crossover: the multiverse placed my in your arms (or about a swords length away) by astrus24k. jason todd is transported across the universes to las nevadas, and discovers that he likes men. (1.5k)

very silly and fun jason todd/quackity fic, it made me giggle at several points with very funny lines. may jason todd continue to find men attractive forever

minecraft sos: for you, at last, to comprehend by sesquidpedalian. the hole plays favorites, and the way the world loves is not something that fits into corners and boxes. (3k)

absolutely stunning achey kind of fic. jim/pix tagged, but very aromantically. big big fan. i need to print this one out and eat it

stardew valley: stars of the valley by pieceofcec. sam, sebastian, and abigail go out stargazing the night of a meteor shower. (381 words)

very cute very sweet little ficlet!! it set a beautiful, peaceful atmosphere, and i adore these three deeply.

[daisyishedwig]

First Line - Tag Game

Rules: post the first line(s) of your 10 most recent WIPs Thank you @bitbybitwrites for the tag Some of these aren't the first line of the fic, but are the first lines I have written, because I don't have an official beginning for all of them.

Blaine rarely looked at who was calling him before he picked up. - Feel the Glass Start to Crack sequel (Klaine)

Sebastian Smythe had become an expert in exactly how much alcohol he needed to consume to not dream. - Forever, Whatever (Seblaine)

Blaine didn’t eat dinner with them that night, but he didn’t leave either. - when you hold me, it holds me together chapter 5 (Seblaine)

“Would you, Sebastian Smythe, like to go on a date with me?” - Of Unicorns and Self-Worth sequel to A Place to Call Home (Sebklaine), will possibly become obsolete because of a different sequel I started, but it's still a concept I would like to explore.

They didn’t talk outside of the coffee shop. - like it hasn't been forever chapter 2 (Seblaine)

“I’m just scared, that one day, I’m gonna die. And he won’t care.” - I will give the world to you chapter 2 (Klaine)

“How comfortable are you with me?” - Untitled fic currently just labeled as "Threesome fic?" sequel to A Place to Call Home (Sebklaine)

“I love astronomy,” Sam said, staring up at the planets hanging from the ceiling, “something about all that space makes my problems seem kinda small.” - will you still like me in a hundred years (Hevans)

“So,” Sebastian says, sliding up to Blaine at the bar. - Untitled Kurtbastian-centric FWB Sebklaine fic.

Blaine’s brother was dead. - Mr. Smythe (Seblaine Mrs. Winterbourne AU)

I'll tag @calsvoid, @annepi-blog, @fallevs,

@wowbright, @hevanderson, @cryscendo , and anyone else who wants to do it, even if you don't have a full ten WIPs.

[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Two

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife

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The town square of Wakanda was busy with bodies getting ready for the soon arrival and as Bucky and I stood hand in hand, I could help the way my heart jumped with nerves. I was nervous for the fight and nervous to see Steve again after so long. 

My hair blew with the wind as the jet made its final descent, coming to a halt in front of us. As the ramp opened, I saw my old friends ascend down. They couldn’t see us and I took it as an opportunity to sneak away from them and Bucky, the nerves becoming too much to handle. Bucky was talking with Steve so he hadn’t noticed me walk away. 

Everything was happening too fast and I didn’t have the chance to stop to think about what the outcome would be. 

Maybe Bucky and I could leave, let them fight this on their own. We could go back to our normal lives, something that we both deserved. This wasn’t our fight, we didn’t have to risk our lives for this. 

However, I knew that when it was our fight years ago, all of these people were there to help us, no questions asked. 

“Where’s Y/N?” A voice asked. 

“She was right here,” Bucky said. 

Coming into view, I smiled over towards my friends while giving Sam and Nat a long overdue hug. I nodded towards Wanda who was walking inside with a hurt Vision. 

“How’re you doing?” Nat asked. 

I nodded. “Not bad, for the end of the world.” 

“What’s up Marshmallow?” 

Laughing at the nickname coming from Sam, I lightly punched him in the shoulder. “You had to come along?” 

“Someone has to watch his back,” Sam mentioned towards Steve. 

He was already watching me with intent eyes as I walked over to him, closing the distance between us. 

“I see you took my advice,” I pointed towards the beard and long hair. 

Steve shrugged while wrapping his arms around me in a longing hug. I had missed the way that they felt, protecting me from anything bad. 

“How are you, really?” Steve questioned, lifting my chin to look into my eyes. 

“We’re fine, Steve,” I spoke quietly. “Bucky is good. He’s his old self.” 

Steve nodded before looking between Bucky and I. “Mind if I steal her for a bit? Catch her up to speed?” 

Bucky hesitated, only I saw it, before nodding. “Sure.” 

I closed the large distance between us with a loving kiss. “Don’t worry.” 

With his new fingers on my lower back, he pressed his lips against mine once again, this time longer and deeper. 

“I love you,” he muttered against them. 

“I love you too.” 

“You look like hell,” I noticed Sam as we all stood in the middle of Shuri’s lab. 

A very familiar place to me. 

“Well the motels weren’t exactly five stars,” Sam admitted with a small laugh. 

I then nodded towards Bruce and Nat, who themselves were having a private conversation. 

“Talk about awkwardness, huh?” 

Sam laughed again. “You have no idea.” 

“Y/N.” 

Excusing myself from Sam, I walked over towards Steve, who was standing in front of a large window, looking down towards the fields of Wakanda. 

“Does everything make sense?” He asked. 

“Yeah, as crazy as it sounds.” I said 

“And you’re ready for it?” He asked again, motioning towards my hands. “Bucky mentioned that you haven’t used it for awhile.” 

I grasped my hands together with a sigh. “I wanted something normal for us. To be honest, I don’t even know if it still works. I haven’t found a reason to get mad lately.” 

“With what’s coming, I think it would be best to get mad,” Steve suggested. 

Silence fell between us and I was going to walk away from him but his hand in mind stopped me. 

“Can you promise me something?” 

I nodded. 

“Promise that no matter what comes, that you take care of yourself first. Don’t worry about Buck or I. I can’t deal if something would happen to you,” Steve admitted while gently cupping my cheek. 

Licking my dry lips at the warmth of his glove, I nodded again. 

“Only if you do something for me,” I spoke. 

“Anything,” he breathed. 

“If something does happen to me, make sure he moves on. I don’t want him to dwell on it. He deserves to be happy,” I said with a shaky breath. 

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding, letting out a large breath. 

“But it’s not going to come to that, right?” 

Tearing myself away from Steve’s sad gaze, I looked towards Natasha and nodded. 

“Can she do it?” I asked, changing the subject and walking away from Steve. 

The questionable outcome weighed heavy on my mind but there was always one thing that was clear. If something were to happen to me, whatever it was, I needed to make sure that Bucky moved on. He couldn’t dwell on me or what happened. It was true what I told Steve; Bucky deserved to be happy, even if I had passed. 

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from above us, shaking the castle. I looked around everyone in the room before my eyes landed finally on Steve, a knowing look on his face. 

“They’re here,” I said. 

“Get this man a shield!” T’challa pointed towards Steve before shouting more directions to others. 

“Bucky,” I muttered while leaving the room and sprinting outside the castle. 

Bucky and Sam were standing in the middle of the town center, staring up towards the sky. 

Gunshots rain down on us but thankfully they couldn’t break the barrier that was protecting us. 

“God, I love this place,” Bucky admitted. 

“You guys alright?” I questioned while standing in between them. 

Sam nodded. “How’re they doing up there?” 

“It’s going to take awhile for Shuri to recreate a stone,” I admitted. 

We watched in slight horror when ships came from the sky, landing right outside the protective dome. 

“Cap, we’ve got a situation out here.” I said into my com. 

The grass flattened beneath my boots as we stood on the open field, preparing ourselves for the fight. 

“Doll?” 

I looked over to Bucky. “Hm?” 

Without saying a word, handed me one of his guns, silently knowing that I wasn’t quite ready to use my powers. 

“Be careful,” he said. 

“You too,” I spoke while lacing our fingers together.

My attention was averted from Bucky as I shook my fingers, trying to bring the spark to life, but groaned in defeat. 

I never would have thought that when I decided to not use them any more that it would backfire. Now would be the perfect time to be able to use them. 

“Did they surrender?” I asked Steve as he returned to his spot next to me. 

T’challa, Nat, and him walked down to the edge of the barrier, trying to talk to the alien species. 

“Not exactly,” he sighed. 

Suddenly, thousands of aliens came from the ships, running towards the barrier that was protecting us, killing themselves in the process. 

“They’re killing themselves,” I muttered. 

The few that made it through, alive, charged towards us and without a second thought, all of us raised our weapons to prepare for war. 

Bucky and I shot bullets towards the aliens that made it close to us. I knew, deep down, that no matter how many bullets we had or knives I used, it wouldn’t be enough. 

“You know, Y/N, now would be a perfect time to toast these fuckers,” Sam’s voice came through the com in my ear. 

“You don’t think I’ve tried!” I yelled. “It’s not working!” 

A simple snap of the fingers and nothing. 

“What’s stopping them from trying to enter behind us?” I asked Steve, when I noticed the aliens running around the barrier. 

“We need to open the barrier,” T’challa stated. 

Looking between Steve and Bucky, two men who I would protect with my heart and knowing they would do the same for me. 

“We’re with each other till the end, right?” I asked them both. 

“Always,” Steve spoke. 

“Forever, doll.” Bucky gave a quick kiss to the side of my head. 

With a loud war cry, our army charged forward as T’challa gave the order to open the barrier. Thousands of aliens sprinting towards us.