#sam would wake up from a nap and not remember any of the things he said

[te4k3ttle]

Is this loss

[live-laugh-legolas]

Do you have any headcanons on the fellowship and their sleeping habits? Who snores/kicks/drools etc? Blanket hogs, always wakes up on the floor? Is anyone unlucky enough to sleepwalk? I'm guessing poor Sam probably needs like 10 pillows to fall asleep comfortably (he works hard though he deserves it)

You always send in such fun requests! Some of my favorite headcanons I’ve done were ones you sent in <3

The Fellowship’s sleeping habits

Aragorn:

-He sleeps like a log

-Actually more like he’s dead in a coffin

-Always on his back

-Snores softly sometimes but only when he’s fully laying down

-He often sleeps propped up though to avoid this when he is in the wild

-Can’t be drawing too much attention to himself while he’s unprotected

-If he ever is sleeping on his side though he will drool

-Not a morning person by choice

-He can get up when he needs to but when he’s in the comfort of Rivendell or somewhere nice he will sleep in

Legolas:

-I think it’s so funny that elves canonically sleep with their eyes open

-And they can be walking around while doing so

-Very spooky and possibly has caused rumors among men that elves are actually possessed

-A very light sleeper because of this; but won’t wake to little sounds because he knows it’s nothing of importance

-He possibly sharpens arrows or something while “sleeping”

-Once again, very creepy

Gimli:

-He snores

-But it’s not so much loud as it is low and drawn out

-Could be mistaken as growling

-His snores also aren’t always consistent so it leaves you worried he just took his last breath before you hear him again

-Snort/grunts when touched in his sleep

-Pippin and Legolas may have made a game of lightly kicking him or throwing pebbles to see how long it takes to wake him and who can get the loudest snort

-Sometimes he sleeps on his stomach and his face is buried in a pillow and you don’t know how he hasn’t suffocated

Boromir:

-He is not good at sleeping

-And by this I mean he can never fall asleep and when he does it is interrupted

-He is very used to running on just a few hours of sleep

-That’s what coffee is for; which he drinks a concerning amount of

-He runs warm in general so he definitely sweats in his sleep

-He sometimes sleeps naked because of this but he always at least starts the night in pajamas

-Goes to bed late but also always wakes up early

Frodo:

-Can and will sleep anywhere

-Maybe this headcanon comes from the fact that apparently Elijah Wood is like this and would fall asleep if you left him alone for a few minutes

-If it’s his little cat naps he is very peaceful and just curls up

-However when he sleeps in a bed he takes up the whole thing

-Starts curled up but wakes up a starfish with his feet at the top of the bed

-Doesn’t have a consistent sleep schedule

Sam:

-Definitely needs a very plush bed if you don’t want him being a little grumpy and sore in the morning

-The type of person to judge a hotel room by the comfort level of the bed

-He sweats in his sleep but won’t leave his cocoon of blankets

-He does not move in his sleep but he definitely mumbles

-Rarely is it anything understandable

-“mmhmmmsms blueberrys hhmmmgggmmm *smacks lips*”

-Always ends up holding something in his sleep; could be a teddy bear, could be another person, could be a rabbit that just happened to hop over and get unconsciously grabbed

Merry:

-He definitely talks in his sleep

-Can vary between little mumbles to full conversations

-He occasionally sleep walks but never does anything too crazy

-More just creepy if you happen to see it

-In modern day he would sleep shop online

-He doesn’t think to check his charges to his card ever so he just gets packages of random things he doesn’t remember getting

-He always sleeps soundly and wakes refreshed and it’s annoying to everyone else; how rude of him to be so perfect

Pippin:

-Moves a lot in his sleep

-Cannot just roll over; it has to be an aggressive almost wrestling like jump

-Often falls off the bed

-Also doesn’t make his bed ever; if he grabs a fitted sheet that is too small he will just have half the bed covered

-Major blanket thief

-Will kick, slap, and lay on top of you in his sleep

-Drools a lot

Gandalf:

-He has no problem falling asleep but unlike Frodo he doesn’t get a good sleep just anywhere; he needs to be in a bed to get a good nights rest

-Scary to wake up

-Once when I woke my dad up from a nap for dinner he jumped awake and very sternly said “that was VERY rude” ; and to make it worse he listening to a movie and literally Gollum was talking in his ear; so this is where I get the “scary to wake up” from

-Anyway

-Gandalf doesn’t startle awake often but his eyes flash open and he stares into your soul

-Pippin especially is afraid to wake the wizard

-He doesn’t really snore but his nose does the little whistle thing

-Likes to cover his eyes to keep it as dark as possible; his hat, a cloak, or a fancy silk eye mask

[dilflover-4ever]

Someone older 3

Josh Kiska x f!reader

wc: 2.5k

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend's older brother is normal. It is just something about an older, “cool” teenager that appealed to you in your preteen years. Almost everyone experiences this, but is it still normal when he is 8 years older? Yes, your best friend, Sam, was older than you but he was like a brother and something about Josh was so intoxicating. The crush didn’t leave when he left for college, he stayed in the back of your mind throughout all of those years. Hell he plagued your mind through your last years of highschool and first of college. So what are you supposed to do when he moves in with Sam near the college you and he attended.

Minors DNI!!!

Warnings: Angst, kissing

for more info go to master post!

a/n: Guys I'm so sorry this took so long I've been pooped these past couple weeks! So sorry, I love y'all.

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During the past two weeks since Josh had ‘invaded’ his younger brother's space, you felt as if the time you spent with Josh was few and far between. After the first night you had only seen him three times, Sam of course being there all three. It wasn’t awkward with Sam there, just a little bit uncomfortable. How were you supposed to make any moves with your best friend sitting in such close proximity? Disregarding that, Josh hadn’t been holding back with feeding into your delusions. He would do small things that caused your heart to speed up like carrying you into the car to avoid puddles and letting you cuddle into his side during movie night last tuesday. He even went as far as kissing right next to your lips as a goodbye before you and Sam left to study, which could have been an accident but he never mentioned it. As you lay in bed tonight you can’t help but think about how unserious he seems with everything. Well, not unserious but he just makes it feel like it means nothing to him when it means the world to you. What if he really only sees you as a sister figure? 

Stop. These thoughts are causing an ache to arise in your head so you closed your eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

~

Waking up to the alarm coming from your phone, you rolled over in bed and tried to ignore the intruding sound. To no avail, you rolled back over and slammed your finger tip onto the screen a few times, missing the stop button the first couple, before the noise finally stopped. After adjusting to the sunlight, you got out of bed and basically crawled over to your bathroom. 

A quick rinse and morning routine left a fresh feeling and clean aura around you. Adjusting the hood on your sweatshirt you grabbed your backpack and got ready to head over to Sam’s because today was one of the days he needed a ride to campus. Finally looking at the notifications on your phone you see a text from Sam. 

Sam

Hey sorry running a bit late this morning, you can wait in the kitchen.

Remembering to grab your key to his house you left your comfortable home, promising yourself a nap after class. The walk down the hallway was quiet in the peaceful morning. After unlocking the door you pushed it in and moved towards the island, taking a seat at the stool. You grabbed your phone from your back pocket to scroll for a time passer. After a couple minutes you saw Josh’s door open down the hallway, expecting to see him, a smile grew on your face. But it fell at almost lightning speed when a short blonde walked into the kitchen, clad in what seemed to be only Josh’s shirt. She had a falter in her step when she saw you but she smiled softly at you and said good morning in a sweet soft voice. You couldn’t respond because your mouth had gone dry. Mind swirling with all kinds of thoughts as you watch her fill up a glass of water and retreat back into Josh’s room. What. The. Fuck. 

Before tears could fall onto your cheeks a voice broke the eerie silence. “Sorry about that, my alarm didn’t go off. Are you ready?” Sam questioned, unaware of the previous interaction. Not trusting your own voice you turned and nodded at him with a small smile. Driving to campus was silent. Sam had tried to engage in conversation but after you only returned a dry response he decided to sit and look out the window. Until he couldn't take it anymore and dug his nose in your business. “Y/n come on, what’s wrong? You’re never this silent in the car, you won’t even let me play music!” He exclaimed, breaking the quiet. “It’s nothing Sam, I'm okay just trust me.” You hated lying to him but how were you supposed to tell him that you were flaming with jealousy over a girl his brother had over?

You had no right to be jealous, Josh wasn’t yours and he was a grown man who could do what he wanted, but something in your heart just would not let you believe that. It was killing you from the inside, it has been so long and your heart tugged towards Josh at all times. Sam didn’t like your answer, “Don’t think you’re off the hook, we are talking about this later. But right now let me have aux.” You were satisfied with this for now, dreading the time tonight when Sam would interrogate you.

~

After hours of laying in bed trying to take that nap you promised, you decided to get up and head over to Sam’s since the nap was not an option for your running mind. You let Sam know you would be over soon as you brushed through your hair and applied some strawberry chapstick. Looking in the mirror you tried to ignore the look you were giving, that of someone recently hit by a bus. Shrugging back on your hoodie you traveled out the door. Part of you prayed Josh was elsewhere tonight, you didn’t know if you could face him without bursting. But the other part of you hoped he was inside, by himself. 

After a few soft knocks you heard shuffling on the other side before the door opened and Sam stood with a playful smile. When you didn’t smile back he stepped aside and as you walked in he pulled you into a hug. This was one of the things you loved most about your best friend, even with his somewhat bony frame, he always gave the most comforting hugs. You tried to keep your feelings at bay as he crushed you into him, but the tears that escaped and the sniffle to catch your running nose were something you couldn’t control. He pulled back with a soft look in his eye, and led you over to the couch. As he instructed you to take a seat he pulled out his lighter and pack of cigarettes. Offering you one with an eyebrow raise. You gladly accepted and inhaled deeply as he lit it for you. 

After he had taken a few hits of his own he spoke up, “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to, but I would like to have an idea so maybe I could give some input.” You looked into his eyes and nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you Sammy. I’m gonna be honest the reason is pretty ridiculous,” You started while trying to figure out how you could tell him your dilemma without giving away your fat crush on his brother. “Sam, what are you supposed to do when you are getting mixed signals from somebody and it is fucking with your head?” You figured leading with that would not give away too much. 

Before he could answer you sat up straight, a worried look on your face. “Wait, is Josh home?” you asked urgently. With a questioning look Sam shook his head no. You breathed a sigh of relief and tried not to focus on the dread in your heart, wondering if Josh was with that girl again. “Why did it matter if he was home?” Sam asked with a somewhat accusatory look. Realizing how your question could have come off you recovered with the truth. “Oh I just didn’t want him eavesdropping that's all.” You tried to force a reassuring smile but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He seemed to believe that and continued. “Well I think if the mixed signals are fucking with you too much, then you should bring it up with that person.” You nodded but then asked, “What if that isn't an option?” He sat in thought then responded, “I think what would be best would be to try and figure out the signals by spending more time with the person. I think it would become clearer the more time you spent with them.” 

You took that as your best answer and planned to think of ways to act on this later. “Thank you Sammy, I love you so much.” You told him with true sincerity. After putting out your cigarette you leaned into Sam and let his warmth lull you to sleep. Half an hour had passed and you woke up to the front door being opened. Realizing Sam was asleep behind you, you decided not to move from your spot. Looking up at the door you noticed it was Josh coming through the front hallway. He froze upon entering the kitchen, staring at the couch. You slammed your eyes shut and hoped he hadn’t realized you were awake. As he walked away you couldn’t help but notice the defeated look on his face. What was that all about?

~

Last night you had allowed yourself to spend the night on Sam’s couch since today was saturday and you had nothing to do. While making yourself a cup of coffee you saw Sam had left a note on the counter. 

Heading out to run some errands and then meeting up with a study buddy for a while ;) I’ll see you later Y/n, let’s hangout.  - Sammy

You added the creamer to your coffee and went to sit on the couch, resting in between the pillows you stole from Sam’s bed last night. After around twenty minutes you set your now empty coffee mug on the coffee table and continued the magazine that had found its way into Sam’s mail. The silence was peaceful and you allowed your mind to rest. You hadn’t thought about Josh or your situation all morning, until Josh came to make coffee a couple minutes ago and had only given a small greeting and a fleeting smile. You tried to let the interaction sit for a little until you stood, letting Sam’s throw blanket fall to your feet. The very soft music and sound of a drawer being shut coming from Josh’s room let you know he was still awake. You tapped a soft knock onto his door and pushed it slightly open after hearing his soft ‘come in’. 

You stood in the doorframe, staring at his bare back as he put away some laundry. He finally met your eyes after placing the last of the clothing into the dresser. You took the time to take in his room, mainly the smell. It was so manly yet so soft, so welcoming. Why did that girl get to experience sleeping in here before me? That thought brought you back to why you came in here as you brought your eyes to meet his again. “Hey,” you started, in a light voice. “Goodmorning y/n, you can come sit down if you’d like.” He responded. y/n? He never called you that. A hurt look flashed on your face and he looked down at his lap as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. 

You moved to sit next to him as you started questioning him. “Did I do something wrong? You barely talked to me in the kitchen and now you're calling me by my name? Josh you never do that, what's wrong?” The questions flew out of your mouth in a desperate voice, mouth moving faster than your head. He noticed the tears welling in your eyes and placed a soft hand on your shoulder. You recoiled from his hand, “No, tell me what I did wrong.” You demanded. He sighed and his eyes flew around the room. After a beat of silence he started, “Sweetheart I am not mad at you, you didn't do anything wrong necessarily,” huh? “Necessarily? What does that mean?” you were only more confused now. “I'm just hurt by the fact you didn’t tell me you and Sam were a thing.” He finished. 

“Josh, me and Sammy aren’t a thing,” your voice trailed off. “What makes you think that?” you continued. A bewildered look took over his face, “What? But I saw you two on the couch last night? And you guys are so close.” You finally understood what he meant. “Well me and him aren't a thing and why would you care anyways?” You didn’t want to come off as harsh but you weren't in control of your mouth right now. He didn’t know how to answer. “I- I don’t know why I care, I just do okay?” This was giving you a headache. “Josh, I don't want Sam! I want someone else but I can't have him.” The subsided tears finally came rolling down your rosy cheeks.

“Why can’t you have him baby? You’re beautiful and funny, I'm sure you have no trouble getting guys’ attention.” He didn’t know what his words were doing to you. “Because it’s you Josh! It always has been! God, why can't you see that!” Oh shit. With wide eyes and a hand over your mouth you jumped up and tried to leave before a strong hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back into his lap. “No, no, no Josh I'm sorry, please let me leave.” You pleaded with him, attempting to push off of his chest, avoiding his eyes. His fingers pulled your jaw towards his face and softly pressed his lips to your lips. You gasped into his mouth and turned your body more to face him, placing your arms around his shoulders. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth and gained access to more of you, he ground your hips down slightly. A soft moan escaped your mouth and you squeezed tighter around his shoulders. You pressed your mouth into his harder and let your mind go blank, high off the feeling of his lips. 

He pulled back and trailed his mouth across your cheek and jaw, down to your neck. As he started to kiss around your throat you threaded your fingers through his hair, to which he groaned. When he reached a particularly sensitive spot he nipped at his but soothed it with his tongue. He left soft hickies along your throat before bringing his lips up to yours. As his tongue entered your mouth his phone went off. You both ignored it but as he got another call he broke away from you. “Fuck” he said, seeing Sam’s contact on the screen he put a finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet. “Hey, sure, no she’s fine she's in the living room, ok, alright bye.” After he hung up he met your confused face and chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Babe I got to go okay? But I'll be back before Sam is later, why don't you head home.” He told you. You softly nodded and crawled off of his lap. Standing up after you and adjusting his shorts, the now prominent hard on being visible. You laughed and ran your hand up his chest. He leaned down to peck your lips.  After he walked you home, or down the hallway, you flopped onto the couch and closed your eyes. This was so great, he knows how you feel and reciprocated. Maybe this could turn into something more. You thought. Surely nothing can fuck this up now. Right?

~

sorry the end was a little rushed I had to go run errands! Hope this meets expectations!

[lilithian01]

New Beginning, New Chanse

Chapter 2

*Gasp* Rick instantly woke up and started to look around him and saw that he was in his home in Alexandria "Hey, after long daynof work I guess you really need the nap" Samantha spoke up from the an armchair that was opposite from the couch "I just had a really weird nightmare. It was so real tha..." Rick spoke up not really knowing how to say it.

"Just tell me what happened from the beginning, like any other dream or problem" Sam spoke up now approaching her husband and taking his head and place it on her lap and started to brush his hair knowing that that is the only way to make him relax "It was like any other day. We whent to sleep and when I woke up... It's just weird like I travel back in time in to the house Me and Lori use to live, you remember that house. After a shower that is when I saw myself well younger version of me, so I panic almost whent insane but then I thought that Daryl was getting back at me for the time I accidentally ran over his bike, but then I saw Shane standing in the door and I woke up" Rick finished.

And he could feel that he started to relax and he really love when she does it, and he could definitely feel something waking up no pun intended "We're are the kid's?" Rick asked getting some ideas how he could spend some time with his wife "Carl is with Enid, Judith and Aiden is with Sasha and Abraham they need to practice when they have one of there own. So I guess we have the house to ourselves" Samantha spoek up "But the nightmare really give you a scar" Then she added

"I thought that I lost you and the kids, but let's not talk anymore about that, I rather enjoy our free time from the kids" Rick spoke up and was about to start kissing his wife when she stopped "I just wondering, How can you lose something that you do not have" Samantha spoek up and Rick jumped from her not understanding what she just said "What did you say?" Rick asked "How can you lose something that you do not have, Rick?".

*Gasp* Rick woke up once more, but this time it was Shane that was standing above him "Hey, are you good brother?" Shane asked pating on Rick's check and instantly Rick push Shane away from him "Get out!" Rick shouted to Shane "Brother what are you talking about, what about work man we need to go" Shane spoke really not understanding what is going on with Rick first he call some guy Daryl brother and then fainting after seeing him and now kicking him out "Rick, just chill and let's talk" Shane spoke started to make him call down "Shane, I do not feel good right now so just go and leave me be" Rick spoek and slammed the door to Shane face.

Rick lost track of time not knowing how long he was sitting in the living room just thinking "What do you mean? 'how can I lost something that I didn't have' what do you mean? You were in my arms last night and now I do not have you" He spoke out loud to himself and that is were his eyes caught the calendar with a date

August 19th 2009

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" Rick spoek up loud not being able to process the possibility of time travel like in one of Carl's comics books and then he remembers what he told her before this crazy thing happened {"...How lucky I've been to meet you, first and not Shane, or after the end. Or how much I have been torturing myself and fantasies how much I wanted you, but becose I was with Lori, I couldn't do anything. But if I have a chance to go back I would have done anything so I can be happy then like I'm now"...} 'did I by some kind of wish brought myself back in time, to fix my mistakes and be happy'.

But first he needs to make boundaries for him and Lori, now that he knows what a real marriage life is like he know that what Lori and him hade was to fast to soon. And now they fight more than they talk, and even if they do have good days it never last long. Even in the beginning Samantha herself tried to make them stop fighting in front of there son, he was so ashamed that she saw them like that. So that is what he did packed all his things from the master bedroom to the guest room when Shane sleeps from time to time, but not anymore from now on till he finds Samantha he will live here and try to file for a divorce.

But what about Carl will he be okay with his parents separated, it's not like they will not see one another they still be together and just like before Carl gonna like Sam just as before and he will make sure of that they can be one big weird family.

"Dad!" Carl shouted running up the stairs "Rick, are you okay?" And Lori's voice and for the first time Rick did not know what to say to her now it was to fast too soon to see her. But what he saw first was his son Carl because to Rick just last night he was a teenager leaving home to meet his girlfriend and being some kind of normal teenager, but now he is 10 years old once more. For now Carl will give him strength to look for his wife so they could be happy like before.

And then Lori appears before him "Rick, what is going on here?" She asks him noticing that his things were now moving to the guess room "Shane called me and said that you fainted and did not feel good. Why are you moving your things?" Lori spoke not really understanding her husband what got in to him. But Rick didn't say anything to her for explanation "We will talk later" and left her standing there while he and Carl whent to the kitchen and enjoyed a beautiful day and that Rick can start planning what needs to be done, get his house inorder before he could start a new life a better life whith the woman that he loves.

[pinknerdyprincess1214]

This will be my first ever fanfiction! So please be kind and I’m sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes.

🫶🏽Hunter x fem Y/N ft Omega🫶🏽

Word count 560

Hunter was looking everywhere for you, wondering where you were. You had a mission with the other batchers and he needed to find you before leaving. He looked up and down the corridors, the mess hall,training center and the med bay you were a healer after all. And then it accrued to him he remembered you saying you were very tired and drained and that you wanted to take a short nap before the next missionary. As he arrived at the bedroom, the metal door slid open and he saw you fast asleep on his bed. He slowly and quietly walked over and whispered you awake “mesh’la”? He said aloud but quietly. The only answer he got was your sleepy groans. He softly caressed your face and kissed your forehead, muttering under his breath how grateful he was to have you by his side. He carefully got into bed with you going slowly to not wake you up. As he snuggled closer to you, he reached out and held your hand in his, content and happy in your embrace. Glad to see you. I was wondering where you were. This mission we were on, i was kind of a big one. I'm so glad you were able to get some rest y/n. And I'm even more glad you're here now, safe and relaxed. He said before cuddling you. “Hunter”? You said in a sleepy voice with a smile on your face. “Oh jag”, Hunter said, Did I wake you up? I’m sorry sweet kar’ta, he said with his calming and quiet voice. No you didn’t wake me, you said still out of it. Oh no, did I over sleep? You said as you popped up from bed looking at the time, you realized that the other members had already left without you and Hunter. It’s OK mesh’la, I told them they could go. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to over sleep, you said, stretching your arms out. The mission didn’t matter to him. He was so happy to hear your voice that he couldn't help but to smile.

You were so tired. Your eyes were so heavy that it felt as if they were closed. A few moments later, you heard a familiar voice enter the room. It was Omega bringing you all your favorite snacks. As she sat on the bed next to you, she offered you blue milk, which you gladly took and started to drink. You didn’t go on the mission you asked. “No” Omega stated Hunter wouldn’t let me. She said it was too dangerous without you or him there. Ah you said in an understanding voice. As Omega laid her head in your lap, you brushed your fingers through her short blonde hair. Hunter smiled at you. You and Hunter

Tried to guess what your next mission would be. Omega fell asleep quickly and shortly after she did, Hunter picked her up and put her right next to you. As she laid down next to you and Hunter you cuddled her. Hunter also decided to lay down and relax. He gave you both a kiss on the forehead. And you two talked a bit more and reminisced about memories and past missions.

before slowly drifting off to sleep. The last thing you remember was Hunters' warm brown eyes looking at you. Goodnight, he said lovingly.

[lionguarded]

[ snuggle ] — both muses wake up to find themselves snuggling against each other (First time Dante stayed the night yes yes)

@ofwings-andclaws

the first thing silas noticed when he woke was ... pain. his head felt like it was going to burst any second now - like it would implode if he just moved a single muscle. the next thing.. he noticed was ...pain. his whole fuckin' body hurt like he'd let a horse run him over. his back screamed in agony when he stretched just a tiny little bit, his thighs acted like he'd followed the river to the end & back to willowshire & ....fuckin' hell, he was fuckin' sore.

dante.

right, he remembered now. slowly. heat. dante had found him, he still didn't know how the hell he sniffed that out, or how he knew that was the reason silas had vanished all of a sudden. it hadn't been sudden, really. silas ... kept track, he knew when his heat struck, a few days before at the least. he always had time to prepare, get sam looked after so he could ride it out on his own.

they.. still made him anxious. he tended to block the door with a chair, pulled the curtains shut, blocked every bit of possible vision from the outside with anything he could find. nobody was supposed to know. he still half expected trenton or ... sindra to march in on him, or someone working for the good lord.

fuck that. fuck them.

so when dante came knocking, he ...pretended not to be home. the blocked door likely gave him away - most people didn't lock their doors in willowshire. or... it was his damn scent. not that he had any control over that. he was the fuckin' victim in that, stuck in that fuckin' stupid body that made decisions for him every damn month.

like he couldn't decide himself whether he wanted to get laid or not. he didn't need his body acting up, making him feel like he wasn't going to make it through the night without someone... anyone jumping his fuckin' bones. so fuckin' stupid. worst fuckin' idea, thanks mother nature. for nothing.

dante was ...if anything, persistent. silas called him cockroach for a reason. he just wouldn't go away. so.... he'd let him in, face flushed, his heart going a hundred miles an hour, shaking like a damn leaf in the wind, but dante had... again, been fuckin' perfect.

how. fuckin'. dare. he.

then he made silas regret ever having been born. longest night ever. silas had been a damn mess by the time the alpha was done, had shed fuckin' tears dante didn't fricken' deserve & ....looking back at it now... he must've passed out soon after. he .. didn't remember much, but despite the murder headache & general feeling of wanting to die to make his entire body stop hurting.... he knew one thing.

dante was still here. holy fuck. he stayed. seriously? he ... felt warm, comfortable, all squished up against his back, wrapped around him entirely. he fuckin' purred in his sleep, like he didn't have a damn worry in the world. fuckin' seriously? it was so calming, though - he could practically felt himself growing sleepy again.. slowly.

but.. if he allowed this... he might as well.. shuffle & turn around to face the other, surprised he didn't wake? silas knew he would've. fore head nestled against dante's, burrowing into him like silas had nowhere else to go for the damn winter.

....the purr erupting from his own body when dante's arms tightened around him, forcing him to snuggle against him.... would be a secret silas took to the grave.

after he napped.

or so he hoped, but when he glanced up - coincidentally, one might add, he found eyes on him, watching… observing. damnit. face back in dante’s chest, he let a little rumble sound. “mornin’.”

[omg-just-peachy]

honey, honey | sambucky

prompt #24 (honey) from this prompt list

1.2k, sickfic bc when in doubt, my brain will always default to sickfics / some version of hurt/comfort <3

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Bucky’s half asleep on the couch, trying not to think about the fact that his throat feels like he’s swallowed glass. Or fire. Or glass lit on fire, if such a thing was possible. He winces at the thought, then forces his eyes closed, willing himself to sleep.

It doesn’t work like this, he knows. He’d tried plenty of times over the years, when his mind was hardly his own, and all he’d wanted was an escape. Now, things are hardy that bad, even though he’s pretty sure he has the cold from hell. Bucky's too wired to sleep for longer than a half an hour at a time, his head is throbbing with congestion, and his throat is so sore he hates even the idea of eating, drinking, or speaking.

He's miserable.

After yet another failed attempt at a nap, Bucky's determined to distract himself with a book, one of the many that Sam had recommended him since they’d become… whatever they are right now. Coworkers feels too impersonal, friends feels like not enough, and yet... anything more feels like wishful thinking.

Bucky decides not to think about this, either, and instead he tries to focus on the words on the page, a mystery about a train that had been keeping him up reading late into the night the last few days. Now, though, he can’t focus for longer than a few minutes before his eyes feel heavy, or he has to pause to cough into his elbow or blow his nose. He wants to relax, remembers urging Steve to do the same all those years ago when he would be sick every few months, he just can't.

It’s not like he’d never been sick before, of course. Bucky’s been sick plenty of times before now. It’s just that… usually he had someone with him. Steve, or his Ma, or Becca. No one likes being sick alone, especially not in a new town, where the only person likely to keep you company is also the last person you wanted to see you looking like shit, but also the only person you wanted with you during any life event.

Sam.

His face flutters to the forefront of Bucky’s mind without warning, and he fights the urge to give his head a shake and clear it away. Sam does not need or want his germs, nor does Bucky need someone to take care of him. What he needs is to sleep for twenty-four hours straight, until he wakes up and feels like himself again.

With a sigh, Bucky turns back to his book, more determined than ever to read until he falls asleep. He makes it all of one sentence before a knock sounds at his door, bringing him back to reality once again. He shuffles to the door, tugging his sleeves down and adjusting the drooping socks at his ankles before pulling the front door open.

Bucky doesn't get many guests, so he knows before he looks that it's Sam standing on his porch. He hasn’t been living in Louisiana very long, just long enough to buy some furniture, cover most of the rooms in a fresh coat of paint, and cobble together a few mismatched throw pillows with Sarah’s help. It isn’t much, but it’s home.

When Bucky pulls the door open, he’s not surprised to find Sam standing there, a CVS bag in hand and a smile at his lips that’s warm enough to make Bucky think that maybe he wouldn’t need the pile of blankets he’d assembled after all.

“Sam?” Bucky says dumbly. It’s very clearly Sam.

Sam grins in response. “Don’t tell me you’re so sick you don’t recognize me,” he teases.

Bucky shakes his head, looking down at his rumpled sick day clothes before running a hand over his face. He’s never been happier to see someone maybe ever, but this is very much not how he wants to spend a Saturday afternoon with Sam, either.

“I figured you might need some stuff,” Sam says, letting himself in and walking past Bucky and into the living room. He takes in the blankets, the muted TV, his abandoned book, and shoots Bucky a sympathetic look.

“You didn’t have to…” Bucky trails off as Sam unpacks the bag, revealing a box of tissues, some cans of soup, a box of tea Bucky has seen Sam drink at night, and a bottle of DayQuil. Something in his chest flutters at the sight of it, of Sam, here, in his living room with everything someone might need when they’re sick.

“Clearly I did,” Sam says, laying a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “You look like you could use the company. And maybe…like you need to sit down before you fall down,” he adds, smiling slightly.

“I would hate to get you sick.”

“I won’t get too close,” Sam promises, which makes Bucky frown despite what he’d just said. He has a tendency to always want Sam close.

“Go sit down, I’ll make some tea, and then you can tell me what kind of sick day movies Bucky Barnes indulges in,” Sam says, walking into the kitchen before Bucky can protest further.

By the time he gets back, two steaming mugs in his hand despite the warmth of the day, Bucky’s half asleep, comforted by the sounds of Sam bustling around his kitchen and the idea that Sam had been thoughtful enough to bring him all of this, that he wanted to spend the day with him when he felt like shit.

“Honey,” Sam’s voice is saying. He sounds far away, and the word jolts Bucky from half-asleep to wide awake.

Honey.

“Uh... w-what?”

“Tea with honey,” Sam repeats, shooting him a look. “What’d you think I said?”

Bucky shakes his head, feels his cheeks heating. “Oh. No, nothing. Thanks for this,” he says quietly.

“Anytime, honey,” Sam says, smiling fondly now, and Bucky knows he didn’t mishear him. He looks up, sure he's really and truly dreaming this time.

"Sam—"

"Buck," Sam says, dropping down beside Bucky on the couch, much closer than they'd normally sit. He grabs the remote, unmutes the TV, and asks Bucky what he feels like watching.

Bucky can't formulate an answer, his mind still reeling at the thought that Sam might have... that he was here, warm and solid beside him, calling him honey.

"This looks good," Sam says, settling on an action movie they've seen together at least once already. He shifts so they're sitting pressed in close together on the couch, Bucky's heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with how terrible he's felt all day.

He sips at his tea and tries not to over think it. They'd have plenty of time to talk about whatever was happening here when Bucky is more clear-headed.

"You good?" Sam asks, when Bucky's settled again. He doesn't seem to mind when Bucky lets his head rest again his shoulder.

"M'good," Bucky says, suddenly feeling warmer and more relaxed than he had all day.

They can talk about everything later. Right now, Bucky's eyes are too heavy, and he's too happy to have Sam here beside him to do anything but melt into the warmth of him as the TV plays on around them.

[abarbaricyalp]

Oooh I Wanna Take You To...

Written for the @samtember2022 prompt: weekend getaway/trip

Sam would never cease to be surprised that Bucky kept the volume up on his phone. The noise of the ring tone cut through the lovely beach sounds and Sam looked over in mild irritation. He didn't even know where the phone had come from since the very first thing Bucky had done when his feet hit the sand was launch himself into the ocean and sit there for thirty minutes like he was a fish returned home. Sam had not been holding the phone during that time.

Even through his dark shades, Sam could tell Bucky didn't open his eyes to answer the phone. He'd barely glanced at the screen for longer than it took to check the time all weekend. It was...nice.

"Barnes," he answered, dropping his head over the back of his beach chair. His chest was beginning to redden from the sun and his necklace had shifted since his nap earlier, revealing a small circle of unburnt skin. Sam really wanted his mouth on it.

"Yeah," Bucky said. "We absolutely have eyes on the target."

Sam looked at where the target was laying face down on a towel several dozen meters away. Ostensibly, he was asleep. It was just that he hadn't exactly fallen asleep of his own volition. There had been some less-than-gentle persuasion from Bucky about two hours ago.

"Target hasn't made a move," Bucky continued next to him. "Location is clear. Will continue to monitor. Backup not necessary."

Sam could still hear command talking when Bucky pulled the phone from his ear and ended the call. He went back to basking without filling Sam in. That was fine. There was the ocean to pay attention to instead.

Sam loved the Gulf. It was home. He'd spent years of his life in the water. Had begged any higher power at all to make him a merman so he never had to leave the water. His first job was working a cabana for one of the beach front hotels and he volunteered as a life guard so he had extra time to sit on the beach. The seaweed and jellyfish and blue-green-brown waters had been what home felt like.

This beach was definitely not the Gulf. The water was so blue that it seemed impossible to then be so clear when he was standing in it. The white sand was almost too bright in the sun. When he swam far enough from shore, there were fish in more colors than he'd ever seen in the water back home. Before they'd cleared the beach, people were bringing him drinks he'd never heard of.

This was really really really nice. And they had it all to themselves.

More or less.

"Should we go wake him up?" Sam asked. His voice was too jarring in the calm air even for him.

"Hell no," Bucky snorted. He glanced around, as if anyone could've gotten past their cordoned partitions, then shifted to straddle Sam in his seat. These beach chairs were big enough to do that. Comfortably too.

Sam preened under the attention Bucky was laving on him. He was all warm skin and an easy weight. Sam couldn't remember the last time Bucky had looked so loose and open in public.

"If the target wakes up and sees you taking me apart, our report will be a lot more complicated," Sam warned, even as he bared his neck and trailed his fingers over Bucky's back. The indentions of the chair fabric dotted his skin and that silly detail made him unreasonably happy.

"Maybe we should just never go back. Let's just live here for the rest of our lives," Bucky suggested, gratefully taking advantage of the extra space he got to kiss Sam's neck and under his jaw.

"Tempting," Sam agreed. He pulled Bucky's hips closer to his and grinned when it startled a needy noise out of the other man.

"That's how you wanna play, Wilson?" he asked and Sam only got a split second to regret his decision before he was in Bucky's arms and being carried into the water like they were in a romantic comedy or something and not literally working.

Sam bit down a shriek of laughter and clung to Bucky, arms around his neck to lift himself from the water. It was a futile attempt. Bucky more or less dropped him into the water and then splashed more over him for good measure. Sam splashed back, struggling to get his footing because he was laughing so hard and trying to get away from Bucky as he stalked forward, grinning and so so so tempting.

Sam stopped trying to get away when he found himself on a sand bar. Bucky immediately crowded over him, kneeling across his hips, bearing Sam back towards the water. One hand came up to cradle his head.

"You have no idea how much I like looking at you right now," Sam breathed.

Bucky, still with that lovely grin, just raised an eyebrow. "Don't I? Got you out here looking like an action figure, all sun shiny and bare. Smiling at me while water cascades off of your body. Fuck, Sammy, I want to eat you."

Sam shivered under him. Sand shifted under his elbows and he adjusted so he didn't fall further from Bucky's inviting mouth. "I'd let you," he admitted. Still, he was surprised when Bucky suddenly dragged his teeth over the top of his chest. Water lapped over them, which seemed to be the only reason Bucky sat back again.

"So gonna take you apart once we get back to the room," he growled, surging forward to kiss Sam so forcefully that his elbows sank into the sand again.

"Not if I take you apart first," Sam answered, pressing back into the kiss until one of them clacked their teeth together and sent them both into laughter. They sat back on the sandbar, legs tangled around hips as the waves shifted around them.

Sam draped his arms over Bucky's shoulders and rested his cheek against one as the sun dried them off. After a few seconds, he blinked and lifted his head.

"Buck," he said cautiously. "Um, rain check on taking you apart."

Bucky looked over too, first with confusion and then displeasure. "I made reservations for dinner," he grunted as he stood. "So he's got three hours to make a better decision than this."

"Or surrender," Sam suggested. They both stood and started after the target, who was making some attempt at escape.

"If he fucks up dinner, he won't get the chance."

Sam rolled his eyes fondly as they hit sand and really got to get the chase on.

They did make it to dinner. It was absolutely worth it.

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

--

The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say. 

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

--

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her. 

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok. 

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

--

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

--

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on. 

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

Oh Dot you dirty bitch! Feedback is appreciated.

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→ man in my dreams (PT1) bucky b x reader

inspired by @demonsandmischief 's story something special ↪link to their story: something special part one prompt ↪ when you go to sleep at night, you have dreams of a man. A man that you have sworn to have seen once before in your life, every morning you try to write down everything you remembered about him from the dream but the only thing you could remember was blue eyes. You didn't know what the dreams meant but you knew that it had to be something to do with him, until one dream changed everything. "you're that man in my dreams..." warnings / other notes ↪delusions, its also confusing but to me I understood it. ↪you might need to keep an eye out for the POV change cause its one of those one, and i dont know if there is alot because i didnt reread this or edit it. ↪ the grey lines are a sign of scenery or pov change if you don't like this pov idc im bored Y/N's POV It had been playing on my mind all week, why was this man always in my dreams. I haven't been able to dream about normal things for months, what was the reasoning behind his abnormal appearances and why do I only remember his blue eyes. His blue eyes, naturally I'd go looking at peoples eyes but even though blue is a rare colour I just can't walk up to people and ask what their eye colour is. "blue eyes" I had been sitting in this position on my bed for hours I didn't even notice what the time was until my phone started buzzing, grabbing it i look at the clock and notice that it was 3:32 in the morning and that I and been sitting here trying to draw his eye area for almost four hours. There had to be a reason why this man kept appearing in my dreams, it wasn't a normal dream either. I'd be there watching him fight bad guys and sometimes I'd see him sleeping almost as if I was spectating his day. Even during my days at work, I try to remember were I had seen those blue eyes. It didn't haunt me but it also didn't sit well in my stomach, the man it was odd that the only thing I remembered from the man was his eyes. Nothing else but his eyes. I wasn't focused about any other day though, when I was having a nap earlier today I seemed to remember something else about him... his voice. His voice wasn't exactly deep but it wasn't too high either, I did notice, however that when he wanted his voice could be deep.

His voice was smooth, more menacing and threatening when it wanted to be and I remembered a name "Sam?" I mutter jotting down the name on the piece of paper where I had his eye drawn down. Obviously, I wasn't an artist but the eye I had drawn was good enough for me to remember what it looked like even though I saw them every night. The dream, it disappeared within seconds of waking up but I'd always sleep with a pen and paper scribbling down anything I could remember, but it would all come back the moment I fell asleep. a tower? sam? a jet... a jet? They gave me no hints, at first I thought it could have been Tony Stark given the tower and the jet but Stark's voice couldn't be that deep even if you gave me testosterone. Besides, Stark didn't have blue eyes. I've seen him on the television enough times to know that brown was not blue. Yesterday I had asked my best friend if she had any dreams like these, spectating a man and his everyday life but every time I asked, she would deflect and ask if I was on my meds. My meds aren't even for a mental illness or anything, it was for my asthma. I sketched the blue eyes over and over again, trying to make a face out of it but each time ending in someone with blonde hair and small lips. Although that could be the guy, I just dont feel like someone like that would have such a sexy.. hot, voice. So blonde hair was out of the picture, but what if their hair was dyed. I give up. I placed my sketchbook and pencil on my bedside drawer turning my light off. Closing my eyes trying to fall asleep once more.

The dream, here I was, there he was. Watching Television? He looked handsome, sure I had seen everything he had done but i can't help but think he was just lost. God he looked hot. "I can't believe anybody would think this was a news worthy story, can you believe this?" he says holding the remote throwing popcorn in his mouth, he turned around. He wasn't in his usual dark room, this room was lighter. "Sam?" he asked turning around, Sam seemed to be well I don't know, I couldn't see. I could only see him and his surroundings, not the people he fought with or even interacted to. "Yes Buck I don't believe it" Sam would mumble, Sam sounded American like the man in my dreams but Sam sounded less stressed, less angry all the time. He had appeared a few times in my dreams of this man, he must've been the man's friend although this man didn't have many friends but it didn't seem to bother him because most of the time he was alone, in his own company and whenever he was he'd enjoy it more than anything else. He always seem to look down at his arm, his arm was made out of metal almost like Iron man's suit but this arm wasn't a suit it was like apart of him, this was a detail I could never remember but I swear I know some famous guy with a metal arm. The man scratches his neck "do you get that feeling like you're being watched?" the man asked "we are avengers, of course we would feel watched everyone's on our asses Buck" Buck.... the winter soldier bucky? Avengers? They had never mentioned this, but I guess thats a given since everybody already knows who they are but then again everyone else can see their faces. "Bucky" I whisper and he turns around "Did you hear that?" he said. Did he just hear me? "Hear what Bucky? There's nobody there" Sam says, there it was his face, his perfect face. It was unusually symmetrical for an old man. "I swear I heard something" Bucky said shrugging it off. The scenery changed, what? it's never done this before it was always Bucky did it change because I figured out who he was? What the hell is going on. "you need to get that soldier back online" it was a man, a hydra man. I could see everything here? I have so many questions and no one to answer them, god this sucked, but it was like a james bond film sort of. "we can't he's been healed" a man stutters "GET HIM BACK, HUNT HIM, CUT HIS OTHER ARM OF JUST FIND HIM" the old man yells smashing the table in half. Then everything went black, still black and then it's back to Bucky sitting watching TV. "Hydra has a plan Bucky I just cant put my finger on it" Sam said, I could see his face this time. He was the falcon guy, he was given Captain America's shield but gave it to the local museum or whatever, I don't know I didn't catch up. I start saying my number "x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" it was faint, I couldn't even hear my own voice for once. Bucky and Sam look around "you heard that right?" I had never been able to speak to them before, this was odd. Maybe the universe wasn't after Bucky like he always says it is, but out of all people why me? Maybe he gets the same dreams I do "hello" Bucky says spinning around. "hello?" I say "who are you?" Sam yells "relax you don't have to yell.." I say quietly, they were both now standing at a table where I was situated on the opposite side of them. "you can hear me?" I ask them and they nod "can you see us?" Sam asked "yeah uh hello im right in front of you, I suppose you can't see me" I say look around "are you like dead?" Bucky said. "If I was dead, I wouldn't be here. Come on James pull yourself together" I mumble "repeat the number" Sam says pulling out a pen "ugh x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" I repeat, I could now feel myself waking up and everything falling apart "call me, say your names and hopefully I'll remember and explain it all" I say. My voice was fading away, the vision would go from black to seeing them again until it went completely black "You feel that, the presence its gone" Bucky says "are you a psychic?" Sam said, their voices faded.

my phone started ringing and I sat up immediately, so it was like a real real person. I answered the phone hello is this y/n y/l/n i hope so the voice said, why could I remember everything now? I remember who he is, James Buchanan Barnes the Winter Soldier. "Bucky?" I whisper, the image of his beautiful face printed in my mind thats me uh who are you why could i hear you "uh I can't quite explain it" I stutter grabbing my paper and pen taking down his number incase it disappeared when I hung up. "hydra know where you are" I say whilst writing the number what, how do you even know? "I dont know i just have these visions I could explain it but uh I dont know how" I continue to stutter. What was I suppose to say, Hey Bucky I see you all the time but you can't see me and sometimes, I don't remember it but like for some reason right now I can. great then where are you another voice said "Sam?" I ask how do you know who i am? he asked "god I don't know if only I could just like explain it all but now im paranoid" I clear my throat looking around my room. It looked as if it wasn't my room anymore, the room started distorting "oh god" I say what, what's happening? the voice said over the phone "i dont know i've never had this before" I clear my throat, the old man from hydra, how? what? "look i know you are across the world but when you're on your way back message me and meet me at the closest cafe to the tower" I say before hanging up. I stand up getting out of my bed who are you the man spins around "wait you can see me" I ask, how is this even possible. how did you get in here the old man says walking towards me grabbing my arm "i-i i'm sorry sir i have no clue who you even are, or how i even got here" I clear my throat. get out of here girl, this is no place for you he says throwing me at the door as I shut my eyes. I wait to feel my face against the wall but a couple minutes go by and still no wall, I slowly open my eyes and I was back in my room. My phone on my bed with my drawings. My phone vibrates constantly, I speed walk over to my phone hello? hello? y/n? where did you go? are you alright? we are on our way. Be safe. im fine jesus christ great sorry read 8:24am

Bucky's POV My thoughts ran wild, I had sworn for the past few nights I had felt someone's presence lurking in the shadows, following me. Then I heard her voice, I swore I was mad but then I heard her voice, it was like the voice of an angel. Staring at my phone waiting for a response. im fine jesus christ A weight was lifted off my shoulders, I hadn't particularly known her for ten minutes and I was already worried about her, thinking about what she was doing. "Sam we need to go see her" I finally speak up "No Kidding" Sam rolled his eyes, I turn to see he was already packed. Had I been standing for long? Packing my backs Sam taps his food against the wooden floor "Shield says to take her with us, if she knows hydra, hydra knows her" he says and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with a serious face. "great, another passenger as if Zemo wasn't enough" I rolled my eyes at him getting back to packing "Zemo was your doing, your responsibility" Sam says I can hear his judgy tone "you're worried for the poor girl aren't you" he asks as I throw my bag over my shoulder walking past. "That's why your acting like you don't care" he runs up to me "I don't care for the girl, I care about myself not going back to that monster alright and if she has answers I want them, lets go" I mumble grabbing Zemo as we walk out to the car. My mind for once was clear, clear for everything except her. What did she look like? I imagine black hair with brown eyes or maybe brown hair with brown eyes. It was all so thrilling to me, if her voice was enough to calm me imagine how beautiful she is. "we will be there tonight so I suppose we'd have to surprise her at her apartment, luckily shields kind of pervy for that kind of stuff" Sam says handing me a file, I hold it seeing a top of a photo which I presume to be a photo of her. I wanted to open it, but I didn't want to invade her privacy, to know everything on record about her. "aren't you going to open it" Sam asks "well of course he won't he doesn't want to spoil the mission" Zemo says in a snarky tone. "Talk one more time and I'm throwing you out mid ride I'm serious man" Sam says "look she isn't a mission, I just don't want to intrude on her privacy i mean she's 24" I say "exactly she's 24 what could be the worst on her file" Sam says, I take a look at the thick file. There was no way she didn't have a secret with a file this big, she must have some special thing going on. "Sam, I'm not going to alright" I mumble "fine" he says. My phone buzzes once more and I open it. are you actually gonna meet me though, isn't it like ridiculous you know im not having second thoughts. you are so having second thoughts we are on our way now but we won't be there until tonight Im assuming you have my file read it if you want im sure everyone already has. it's fine, sam knows where you are so i guess keep an ear out for us be safe i will jeesh you old people are so ... weary I chuckle at my phone screen and Sam looks next to me "is it that girl from the restaurant?" he asked "what girl?" I ask "you know the waitress" he said, she was alright her voice was smooth but not as smooth as y/n. Why was I so attracted to her, I hadn't even seen her and I haven't even known her for a day what made her so special that made me forget about the real world for a brief moment. Sam looked at my phone "oh its y/n" he said "she was just asking a question" I say putting my phone in my pocket taking off my jacket "god this thing itches my arm" I say scratching my arm "that gets itchy" Sam says "not his metal arm fool" Zemo says. I'm so thankful Zemo was

rich, otherwise we'd still be here by the end of the day. I'm far too eager to meet y/n right now, I don't know why. Sam pulls the car over at the airport runway and Zemo's butler is there waiting, the butler smiles and I roll my eyes stepping foot into the jet.

Y/N's POV It started getting late and I finally got off work, working overtime sure sucks but it distracted myself from the fact that I might be meeting the man in my dream that's not only handsome but an avenger. The avenger thing didn't really matter to me, it would shock a lot of other people but my life doesn't revolve around superheroes... or it didn't. Walking through my apartment door was a relief, smelling my homely scent flopping back onto my sofa turning on the TV throwing my jacket and bag on the floor like it was rubbish being tossed in the bin. Now it started getting really late and time was going by fast, 9pm, 10pm, 11:30pm, 12am. When are they coming? are you far? I dont think so, i dont know nyc that well but uh i'd assume we aren't far since we are driving i hope you aren't driving and texting old man that is very very dangerous I laugh at my cheeky text, he had been looking out for me the whole time he was on his way. Rightfully so I suppose because hydra knows who I am now, thanks to this stupid vision stuff. Bucky had been on my mind all day at work, not for any particular reason but he just was, well I guess there was a reason. He was coming to my house. A couple minutes later I hear footsteps getting closer to my front door "PLEASE TELL ME ITS THEM" I yell throwing my head back and then I hear a knock at the door. Rubbing my eyes I stand up and walk over to the door, opening it to be greeted by three men. "great I forgot the jailbird was with you" I yawn placing my hand out, Bucky shaking it, then Sam and then Zemo "y/n" Bucky nods "Come in" I say inviting them in. "I was starting to fall asleep, I thought you'd finally let it go" I say "no we're not letting it go, if you know hydra, hydra knows you" Sam says and I nod, I've had a history with Hydra when I was a teenager I killed a few of their agents not long after the death of my parents. "now which one of yous read my file" I say "drink?" I ask and none of the nod "great because uh I'm broke, new york is expensive" I mumble, I was extremely tired waiting for these idiots. "zemo and I read your file, Bucky refused said it was an intrusion of privacy" Sam says as they all sit on my sofa, I stand infront of them "you, didn't read my file when I said you could" I point to Bucky who nods, I may have sounded rude but my heart was beating so fast it could be exploding in any second just by looking at him. "well I just didn't want to" Bucky shrugged. "Right, I just wasted your time honestly so I'm going to bed" I turn walking off "What?" Sam says "Look I love your guys saving the world thing, but my memory is currently weaker than Bucky's and he is like 80 years older than" I say "no offence" I smile sweetly to him. "Luckily for you I have a spare mattress and a blow up mattress for when my friends stay over, follow" I say as they all stand up. I lead them to my spare room that had a queen bed and a queen mattress, despite these mattresses being STRICTLY for my friends I'm sure they wouldn't mind a few hot guys sleeping in them. "If someone doesn't want to snuggle then the sofa is an option" I say opening the door to the spare room "the blow up is underneath, its no luxury but crash where ever in the house that isn't my room" I say yawning scratching the top of my head. "I promise, you will wake up with more intel and whatever" I say "explore the apartment, end room is not to be walked in to" I continue and the all stare at me with blank faces except for Bucky who was grinning whilst licking his lips, god it was so hot (gif). "goodnight, dont let the bed bugs bite" I smile closing the door leaving all three grown up men in the room to fend for ourselves "she so handed it to you" Zemo

said "Shut it" Sam said as I laugh and walk off. Before I go to sleep, I usually go to grab a bottle of water to drink whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, so I exited my room and walked into the living area then the kitchen area to see Bucky on the sofa. "you got the shit show, how did the other guy get the blow up" I say grabbing two bottles of water out "I know right" he chuckles poking his head up looking towards me as I walked over handing him a bottle "thanks" he smiled. I sat on my coffee table staring at him as he sat up, "do I have anything to worry about" he asked and I shake my head "if you read my files you'd know i have the best gunman award in SHIELD and I'm a great double agent" I say cocking an eyebrow "for a 24 year old huh" he says and I nod "yup" I smile, the time was probably 1am and instead of going to bed I was talking to the man in my dreams. "how did you get these visions?" he asked "again Bucky if you read my files you'd know, SHIELD never told me that but they are random or thats what I was told" I mumble "any other questions war boy?" I say standing up "do you get nightmares, like do you see what I dream about?" he asked. I had remembered the time in his apartment where he was dreaming about him, the winter soldier. He had woke up in a sweat before turning on the TV to see the news of the fraud Captain America. "a few times" I said "but if you were going to ask me if i hate you for it, to put it easy, I don't" I shrug "I don't know why, but, I'd rather know than not and it doesn't scare me" I smile as he smiles back. This was the first time I had seen him smile, ever. It was a very bright smile to say the least, it was beautiful. "uh if you need me, i'll be in my room" I smile as he nods "goodnight" he whispers and I wave him goodbye. part 2: man in my dreams (PT2)

[awooga-llama]

Oneshot

Theme/When you tell him you’re pregnant (part 2)

Triggers/Mentions of morning sickness, fainting, and use of real names.

Featuring/George

More members of the DSMP coming later (writing for Wilbur, Jack, Sapnap, 5upp and Fundy currently) I know 5upp isn’t a part of the SMP but I love this boy so… AFAB! Reader (might do a similar thing but for males later)

My loving boyfriend has been working so hard in the past week that he hardly got any sleep. His short half-hour naps in front of his computer down in the dining room did little to no good for his health. So when he fainted during one of his streams it really concerned me. He did wake up after a couple of minutes but to see him just slide down off his chair onto the floor was scary. At first, it appeared he was just joking around but when I went over to see him with his eyes rolled up in the back of his head I ran over to get my phone off the counter, I dialled 999 telling the operator that I needed an ambulance, I quickly gave them our address and they said they’d be there in twenty minutes. I scoffed and hung up on the lady, running back downstairs to find George back in his chair laughing as nothing happened. He could see the worry in my eyes and quickly muted himself taking his headphones off and made his way to me.

“What’s going on Pumpkin, you don’t look well?” He asks as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, holding me by my waist with his hands. I was so confused, one moment the love of my life is fainting and the next he’s acting normal? I pulled away from him with a look of bewilderment.

“George darling, you don’t remember fainting just a few minutes ago?” His soft brown eyes met my wide (Y/E/C) ones as he shook his head. I looked down and pondered a moment. The sound of sirens filled our ears. I could feel a gush of heat rise to my cheeks as George moved to look out the window. 

“You called the ambulance? That was unnecessary, you can see I’m perfectly fine.” He scolded me and walked to the door opening it to reveal two EMTs. 

“Are you the one who called for the fainted person?” I moved into their line of sight and awkwardly raised my hand. 

“That was me, my boyfriend fainted during his stream, I got worried and may have overreacted a bit.” The taller paramedic nodded at me and motioned towards Gogy. 

“This is him I assume?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’ll still look him over for you to make sure everything is alright.” I gratefully bobbed my head at him and told George that I’d message his friends on discord, let them know what was happening then end his stream. Karl, Puffy, and Sam understood why I was the one ending his stream and everyone said goodbye to chat saying George just messaged them saying he couldn’t come back and they had to do his outro. Chat went wild but I didn’t stay to read what they were saying. George sat on the couch while the paramedic was shining a light into his eyes moving it around while the other paramedic watched and wrote something down in a notebook. I must’ve been too worried because my head started to feel light and I swayed dizzily. The younger EMT who was taking notes noticed my distress and helped me walk to one of the bar stools in the kitchen and began to conduct a full-on check-up, I was dazed most of the time it was almost like my ears were plugged up with water and my breathing slowed down to an irregular rhythm. I didn’t mention that I woke up feeling ill yesterday morning or this one because the paramedic would tell the other EMT and then George would hear and I didn’t want him to banish me to the spare bedroom like he does whenever I get sick, Gogy is the very definition of a germaphobe. 

“Ma’am, have you drank enough water today or eaten anything?” My stomach growled at me answering the man’s question. The paramedic pulled a box of Maltesers out of his satchel that he had on and gave them to me.

“This is what I have on me, I don’t feel comfortable going through your kitchen. Please eat them and I would recommend visiting a family doctor to double-check what he suspects.  After the two medics left George came into the kitchen area filing two glasses of water for each of us. We sat in a deafening silence but it wasn’t awkward at all. It was late both of us exhausted from what had happened today, I had booked my doctor's appointment for tomorrow noon to see what the EMT was talking about George would probably sleep for the next week before being ready to stream again. We settled down to sleep at eight but not before shutting both of our phones completely down. 

The night was filled with me continuously getting up to go to the restroom, George was a deep sleeper so it didn’t bother him one bit. My bladder was acting up but I also had the urge to throw up so on the linoleum floor of the bathroom is where I actually spent my night instead of in my loving boyfriend’s arms. 

I woke up sore the next morning feeling like I got hammered the night before. Every light that I saw hurt my eyes and that pain travelled straight to the front of my brain like a steak knife being driven over and over into the same spot. This was the worst migraine I’ve ever dealt with.

It wasn’t safe for me to drive so I called up my best friend Jack to be my chauffeur for the time being. Traffic wasn’t bad which came as a surprise to both of us. We talked about future vlog ideas, what’s been going down in our lives, and when the next time we can just hang out and forget about fame and cameras for a second. We pulled into the parking lot of my family doctor’s office a couple of minutes before the set appointment. I got in, did the paperwork and waited to be called in by a nurse. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” I stood up Jack following close behind but was told he couldn’t come with me due to covid and us not being related or married. The nurse left me in a room alone sitting on the paper-covered bed. The doctor came in and we discussed the reason I was here. The doc looked at the file the EMT put in yesterday and then came over to me and conducted a series of simple tests before coming straight out and saying. 

“Miss (Y/L/N), dear, you’re pregnant. But if you’d like we can still get you a pregnancy test.” She stared at me expectantly.

“I believe your doc. It explains why I can't eat something without it coming back up, it explains my migraine and my lower back pain.” I had taken a couple of years of nursing school before I had met George and recognized the symptoms now that they had been pointed out. Thinking of Gogy, how am I supposed to tell him? We’re not even close to being at this stage of our relationship, sure we’d been dating since college but we never even talked about this happening. 

“Don’t worry love, if the father isn’t happy that’s his problem. You’re pretty, intelligent, and very responsible anyone would be lucky to have you, even this baby.” The doctor patted my shoulder gently and helped me schedule an appointment with a OBGYN specialist to conduct the proper check-up I and my darling would need. I couldn’t wait to tell Jack and when I did we went out for a late victory lunch, he made me promise that the child would call him uncle Jack and that he would also get the privilege of being the godfather. Jack kept me laughing the whole time forgetting that I still had to tell Gogy. 

We pulled up along the pavement outside of my shared apartment, Jack gave me a goodbye hug and told me to text him if things went south. I unlocked the door, hung up my jacket, took off my shoes, and made my way upstairs to the bedroom. George was still asleep, his lips parted slightly, and his dark hair was ruffled every which way. He was so peaceful. I undressed and climbed in next to him and his response was to pull me closer to his chest. I kissed his jaw and smiled up at him. He opened one of his eyes and grinned at me.

“Where have you been all day Pumpkin? I woke up at one and you were gone. Couldn’t find you anywhere, you left your phone at home on the counter.” His morning voice really shined through, his voice gravelly and quiet. 

“I had to go to the doctor at noon, I tried to get home before you woke up though I didn’t think it’d be that soon.” He hummed and I buried my face in his chest. 

“What did the doc say?” I froze. It was now or never. I sat up and he followed my motion, I sat criss-cross in front of him putting one hand on his stubbly face and one on my belly breathed in deep and let the words fall from my mouth.

“Gogy, you’re gonna be a dad.” He scanned my face looking for any sign that it was a joke and then it turned to confusion.

“Come again? I don’t think I heard you correctly the first time.” My heart was racing at this point and a lump built a dam in my throat. He placed a hand on my shoulder and nodded with a look that said ‘take your time.’

“I said…George, I’m p-p-pregnant. You’re g-gonna be a d-d-dad.” I breathed out and looked up at him just in time to see him mutter a small ‘oh dear’ and then faint. I freaked out and went to look for my phone to call 999 like the previous day. 

[ironhusband]

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Honestly, Bucky had expected that dating Sam would be easier than this.

With everything that he and Sam had gone through to finally get together, he had wanted everything to be smooth sailing once he finally had Sam. Their perfect happy ending, cut straight from the movies and into their lives. They deserved it.

That wasn’t real life, however.

When Bucky finally had Sam in his arms, there were a myriad of relationship things that Bucky had to learn. He had to get used to all of Sam's quirks and he had the entirety of Sam’s family to win over. He had to learn the way to this obscure place where Sam liked to buy his orange juice and he had to study for days to remember that Sam’s aunt liked orange jewelry. But if Bucky was honest? He didn’t mind that part. He didn’t mind getting to know what Sam was like in a relationship or meeting Sam’s family. That would never be a hardship for him.

What he did mind was that stupid fucking drone.

It all started with Sam and Bucky making out on the couch. This wasn’t unusual in itself; sometimes the news was boring and Sam and Bucky got distracted. Sucking on Sam’s tongue was more interesting than anything else, frankly.

Sam was pressed against the couch by Bucky’s hips, his hands wandering under Bucky’s shirt as Bucky took Sam’s lips between his teeth. Sam removed his hand from Bucky's shirt to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair, causing Bucky to pinch Sam’s waist. Bucky was coming up to change the angle of the kiss and-

When he looked up the drone was staring directly at them.

It took a long time for Bucky to recognize that their home was safe and not, as a reflex, shoot at any sort of intimidating sight and sound. Still, he startled and yelled, “why the fuck is your pet staring at us?!”

Sam looked back at what made Bucky exclaim and smiled at Redwing. “Oh, hi, there, little guy,” he cooed, “enjoying the show?”

“Sam,” Bucky hissed, annoyed at his boyfriend’s reaction, glancing back and forth between the drone and Sam, “he is staring at us."

Sam shrugged, wrapping his arms around Bucky's shoulders, "so?"

Bucky spluttered, exasperated, "He is recording us. How can you be so calm about this? What if he puts this on the internet?”

“He won’t put this on the internet,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Why not?” Bucky challenged, knowing the real reason. Sam was still insisting it was Redwing who put the footage of him falling through the tree on the internet, and he was determined to make him confess it was his doing (that video got 1000000 likes!).

“Well, first of all,” Sam explained, straightening up, smug grin on, “because no one wants to see you kissing.”

“You want to see me kissing,” Bucky countered.

“My one flaw,” Sam teased, “and two, his camera isn’t on. He just likes flying around sometimes.”

Bucky glanced at the drone, whose cold, robot eyes, peeking just beneath the shell on the drone, stared back at him. “Can’t you make him stop?”

“I wasn’t listening when Stark did the seminar about the AI inside him. Lost the manual too.”

Bucky looked at the drone again, and then quickly turned away while he muttered, “there must be a deactivation code.”

“I sorta don’t want to find it,” Sam confessed, “I like his quirks.”

“But he isn’t supposed to be flying around with his camera off. It isn’t what he was made for.”

“He’s sleepwalking,” Sam said, fondly.

“He’s creepy.”

Sam gasped, “how dare you say that?!”

“Robots shouldn’t sleepwalk!”

“Redwing isn’t a robot! He’s a drone!”

“Same difference!”

“It is so not same difference. Besides, Redwing is better than just a normal robot, he is-”

He and Sam bickered for the rest of the evening and Bucky forgot all about the drone when they moved into the bedroom. But it began like this.

~~~

Bucky woke up to get milk the next morning. Sam usually got up earlier than Bucky, waking to go run. He would accidentally wake Bucky up by kissing his cheek before he went out (running reminded Sam of Steve and sometimes he needed a little reassurance), and then Bucky would burrow into the blankets for half an hour before getting up to eat cereal. Bucky liked the early hours of the day when he had the house to himself and could wake up properly before Sam would get home. Before they moved in together, Bucky had made the mistake of getting up after Sam had already returned from his run, and he didn’t have the brainpower to retort when Sam called him a heathen for pouring his milk before his cereal.

When he got up this morning, the drone was there, staring at him.

Bucky was mid-yawn when he yelped at the flying thing in front of his face.

“Holy fucking shit, man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed at the drone, clutching at his chest.

“That’s not good,” the imaginary Sam in his head said, looking, amused, at Bucky’s clutching-his-pearls position, “you need to watch your heart at your age.”

The drone didn’t say anything. Bucky rolled his eyes. “What are you looking at?” he challenged.

The drone still didn’t say anything.

Bucky moved cautiously, one leg in front of the other while he watched the drone, “I’m just getting breakfast.”

The drone turned his head towards him with his every moment. The whirring, easier to hear in the quiet morning, gave Bucky chills.

He glanced once at the drone and then once at the refrigerator before deciding to ignore the robot. Even if it was creepy that his camera wasn't on but he could still follow him, what would he do? Shoot him? Sam disarmed the drone every time he was off duty. So Bucky opened the fridge and got out his milk, blocking the drone from his view with the door.

Sam hated it when he did it, but he unscrewed the milk and drank some of it (”we exchange spit regularly, I don’t see the big deal.” “You put it so romantically~”). Cold milk always helped Bucky wake up and he “ahh”ed when he stopped feeling the thirst he always felt when he was just waking up.

He shut the door of the refrigerator, and apparently, Redwing has gotten twenty steps closer.

He screamed at the drone near his face and threw the cap at him.

~~~

Turns out, Redwing’s camera was on and Sam laughed for 20 minutes at the footage.

~~~

The next time it happened, Bucky was coming home from one of his therapy appointments. The BARF sessions were always a pain in the ass (reliving his past wasn’t remotely fun) but Bucky knew he sometimes had to go to them to make sure he wouldn’t go all Winter Soldier again. Anything to keep Sam safe.

Bucky liked to come home and cuddle with his boyfriend (who usually also had an exhausting day of being Captain America) when he got home, but today was different.

A purring Redwing was found in Sam’s lap when he went into the living room.

“Hey!” Sam greeted, seeing unable to give him a welcoming kiss due to the robot in his lap, “how did it go?”

“The usual,” Bucky replied casually. He eyed the drone, “does he usually... do that?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “he noticed I was bummed so he came to cheer me up. Isn’t that right, Red?”

Sam pet Redwing’s red-paint-coated shell and the robot buzzed happily.

“Weird...” Bucky mumbled under his breath and then flopped next to Sam, “why were you bummed?”

“I fucking hate the UN,” Sam announced, “excuse me for not wanting to end up at jail for accidentally scratching some rich dude’s car.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s cheek, “I’m sorry you had a bad day.”

“’ Is okay. We’ll settle it all eventually. Just wish that I didn’t have to do it.”

“No, you don’t,” Bucky pointed out, knowing how much his boyfriend loved being Captain America.

Sam smiled shyly, that smile of his that made Bucky fall head over heels for him, “no, I don’t.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s neck. Sam’s smiles would always get him soft, which meant he had to kiss every inch of him. Sam giggled at Bucky rolling the skin between his lips and he brought a hand to the back of Bucky’s head to caress his nape. Bucky kissed further down his neck, reaching Sam’s collarbone and-

Sam gently pushed him away. Redwing was buzzing irregularly in his lap.

“Hey, there, little fella, don’t be mad,” Sam tried to appease him by stroking him, “Bucky just distracted me for a moment.”

Bucky huffed, disappointed at the interruption. “Not fair,” Bucky grumbled, “I had Sam cuddling dibs.”

“Awww,” Sam teased, his trademark smug grin on his face, “are you jealous?”

Bucky huffed and pushed his shoulder, “no, I’m not jealous. I love you and your weird robot.”

Sam laughed and didn’t retort, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder as they turned on the TV.

~~~

Bucky did get a little jealous when Sam had to sleep on the couch because he didn't want to disturb Redwing ‘napping’ on his lap. He was still jealous, despite how adorable Sam looked with the blanket around his shoulders and drooling on the backrest of the couch.

~~~

Bucky could have handled hogging Sam or Redwing hovering or wondering if the drone was recording while he and Sam were just being domestic, but he drew the line at forcing him to stay in his apartment.

“Okay, freak,” Bucky announced to the drone, “I’m going shopping. Do you need anything?”  

The drone didn’t respond. Bucky pulled the jacket on and stuffed his keys in one of the pockets. The drone followed his movements as he got ready to go outside. “I’m going out now,” Bucky informed him before he turned around to leave the apartment.

The drone was staring right back at his face as he moved towards the door. Bucky didn’t jump this time, long used to how Redwing could sneak up on people. “God, how do you do that? Did Stark figure out teleportation or something?”

The drone flew mute, as always. Bucky sighed and went to open the door but Redwing blocked his hand before he could reach the knob. “Ow! Son of a bitch!” he cursed as his hand crushed against the drone, “what, what’s the matter? I can’t leave my home now?”

The drone didn’t respond.

“You know, most pets beg for their owners to take them outside.”

The drone still didn’t respond.

Bucky sighed, and reached for the door, more gently this time, and managed to successfully open the door.

Bucky cheered triumphantly, “not so tough now, huh?”

The drone didn’t show any sign that he understood but when Bucky tried to exit he blocked his way.

“Seriously?” Bucky huffed. He moved an inch to the left quickly and the drone zoomed towards him. “Seriously?” he complained and tried to move another inch, slower this time. The drone followed his painstakingly slow movements, centimeter for centimeter. “You motherfucker.”

He tried to get through the door from the left side and the right side, but wherever he went, Redwing followed him. “I’m going to walk out of this door like a normal person,” he told Redwing, “I’m not going to limbo under you, or jump over you, or fight you or anything like that, so. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

Three minutes later, Bucky found himself on his knees, face to face with the drone, “you know, if Sam didn’t like you so much, I would dismantle you piece by piece.”

~~~

Sam paused at the open doorway, looking at his boyfriend and his drone staring at one another.

“Are you having a staring contest?” Sam quipped, “because that’s our thing.”

“It won’t let me leave,” Bucky complained.

Sam raised an eyebrow, walking through the front door, “it? You used to call him him.” Redwing followed him, softly nudging Sam’s head and asking to be pet.

Bucky threw his hands in the air in frustration, “him is for things who aren’t menaces!”

“That’s not my experience,” Sam joked, petting Redwing as it asked.

Bucky glared at him, “that’s not funny. That drone is the executor of Tony Stark’s will and it is trying to kill me!”

Sam laughed, “don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”

“Two days ago, I swear I saw it give me a withering stare while it was on your chest.”

“He’s a drone, Bucky,” Sam emphasized, “they don’t have expressions.”  

“Doesn’t stop him from doing all the other human stuff!”

“Bucky,” Sam shook his head, “Redwing likes you.”

Bucky scoffed, “if Redwing was armed, it'd kill me in my sleep.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“When’s our next battle? I bet it'll finish the job then!”

“If only I had a schedule of that...”

“That thing drives me crazy!”

“Bucky!” Sam exclaimed, “all those things Redwing does, he does because he likes you.”

Bucky blinked.

“Think about it,” Sam began explaining, “for weeks after you moved in, he hasn’t moved from his spot, but now he has suddenly decided to move?”

“It has decided it can no longer be passive about me anymore?” Bucky suggested.

“Or-” Sam suggested his interpretation, “-he decided he can trust you and he wants to get to know you.”

Bucky peaked at Redwing behind him, “seems unlikely.”

Sam raised his hands, “don’t ask me to explain his bad taste.”

Bucky looked at the drone, “it likes me.”

Sam nodded, “and unfortunately, so do I.”

"It has a weird way of showing it," Bucky pointed out.

Sam grinned, "well, so do you."

~~~

“What do I do?” Bucky whispered to Sam, panicked.

Sam shook his head. "Pet him, you moron," he told him fondly.

The drone has decided to land in his lap. Changing Redwing’s batteries was like feeding a dog, and now Redwing has decided that Bucky deserved affections. Bucky carefully put his hand on top of the drone’s surprisingly warm metal and started rubbing his hand on the shell.

“There you go,” Sam congratulated him and put his head on Bucky’s shoulder, his hand on the drone, joining the petting. He turned on the TV, “what do you want to watch tonight?”

Bucky looked at Sam, at how calm and happy he looked because of Bucky and Redwing getting along. He looked down at the drone steadily purring louder in his lap.

“Yeah,” he thought, “this is a happy ending.”

[let-me-luve-you]

Separated Cherries

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: The reader deals with anxiety and one form of the readers anxiety is separation anxiety. She really misses Tom so he flies her to Cleveland while he’s working on Cherry. He later admits how hard it was for him to worry about her and focus on the seriousness of the character.

Warnings: anxiety, separation anxiety, angst, protective Tom, talks of Cherry (nothing is mentioned specific i don’t think, but I do mention that it was hard for Tom to film it and how it deals with difficult topics)

A/N: I’m awful. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for the late post but I hope you enjoy it!! This was for a special person and I hope they enjoy it! Also I mention a scene in Cherry but don’t go into detail but if you have watched the press tour, you may know what scene I’m talking about. Or if you’ve seen the movie, you may know what scene I’m talking about. I tried to avoid spoilers so I hope you like this story.

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The days leading up to Tom leaving, you didn’t leave his side. He didn’t mind though. He loved having you around. You grounded him and reminded of the normal life he left behind when he went to be The Tom Holland the world knows and loves.

Earlier this month, Tom took you with him to Utah for a convention. You had never gone to one before so Tom thought this would be a good time. Tom also was being a little selfish and wanted you there with him since he was still dealing with the news of Spider-Man leaving the MCU.

Now he’s about to leave for Cleveland to film Cherry. A movie Tom knew was going to be a challenge for him. The Russo’s fought for him to be in this movie. They wanted Tom in this role more than anybody. They even got a job for Harry. You had asked Tom, when he first learned of the filming dates, if you could go with him. Since Tom knew the contents of the movie and how dark it was, he didn’t want you around that, so he said no.

Now, it’s the night before he’s leaving. You are curled up on his bed watching him pack his bag. “Don’t forget your blue light glasses.” You said.

“Already have them packed in my carry-on with my laptop and chargers.” He said to you with a smile. “Thank you though. I do forget them all the time.” You laughed.

You turned serious, “I’m going to miss you. I know you said I couldn’t go, but I still wish I could go with you.” Tom sighed.

“I know. I’m going to miss you too, but this film is just going to be dealing with a lot of serious issues and I don’t want you to have to see me like that.” He said, honestly.

“I know. Can I still call you though?” You asked sheepishly.

“Always.” He said before turning to his dresser to get socks and underwear. “So, what are your plans for the next few months?”

“I plan on helping mum. She apparently has a lot of shoots. Probably taste test all of Sam’s food.” You laughed.

“I’m so jealous. I have yet to find something I don’t like of Sam’s.” Tom said.

“He is a great cook.” Tom agreed. “Paddy apparently has a show he’s going to be on, so I’ll help him with that in any way I can. And Dad is working on a new book, so whatever he needs me to do, I’ll do.”

“You really are great, you know that?” Tom asked as he paused his packing to come sit next to you. He wrapped you in a hug. “Are you going to do anything for you?” You shrugged. “Do me a favor? Do something for you. Learn to do more for you. You help all of those around you, but you rarely do things for you. Draw more or hide away and read. Go out to a party or go do something with your friends. Remember to take care of you. Promise me, you’ll try to do that.”

“Promise.” You said. He squeezed you tighter in the hug and gave you a kiss on your head before getting up to finish his packing.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Tom finished packing and put his bags by the front door. You both got comfy on his bed and watched a movie. You were the first to fall asleep and first to wake up the next day. Tom’s and Harry’s flight wasn’t until 10 am and it was currently 630. You decided to make them a good breakfast so they would be fine until the flight gave out their lunch.

“What are you doing?” You heard a tired voice. You looked over your shoulder to see Tom walking up to sit at the counter. You smiled at him and fixed him a cup of tea.

“I’m making you and Harry breakfast.” You said cheerfully. You walked back over to the stove and finished making the eggwhite omelet. Tom was on a strict diet so you made something he could eat, but also something that he liked. You put it on a plate and set it in front of him.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Tom said. “But thank you. This looks delicious.” “What looks delicious?” Harry asked as he sat next to Tom. “Oooh. I want one.”

“It’s coming right up.” You said as you set a tea in front of him and turned back to making his omelette.

“Thank you Y/N.” Harry said, taking a sip of his freshly made tea. “Can I hire you to be my personal assistant?” You all laughed. “When we get home, I’ll treat you to dinner via Sam’s cooking.”

“Sounds good to me. I’m holding you to it.” You said. “I’m really going to miss you guys.”

“Just a few months and then we will be home for Christmas.” Tom said standing up to put his plate in the sink.

“I know. Still sucks. I hate when you leave.” You opened up. You had been holding it in. You felt bad for dropping it on him right before he leaves, but it needed to be said. “It always just feels different around here. I don’t know how to describe it, but it doesn’t feel like we are complete.”

“I know it’s not ideal to have two brothers that are constantly traveling for work. That we aren’t here for family dinners, but we are a phone call or text away. Reach out and we will try to answer as quickly as possible.” Tom said looking into your eyes. You could see that he meant them.”

“Ignore me. I’m just in my feels this morning. I’ll be okay.” You whispered. You wrapped Tom in a hug. “I’m proud of you, you know? It’s so great to see you out there doing what you love and seeing the people’s lives that you touch.”

“Thank you y/n/n. I love you.” Tom said kissing your forehead.

“Love you too.” You squeezed him tighter before pulling away and wrapping Harry in a hug. “Love you too Hairball.”

Harry scoffed at the nickname you gave him when you were both extremely young and you were mad at him. “Don’t call me that…” He paused before hugging you back. “Love you too.”

“Now you better get going before you’re late.” You said. “I also packed you small snack bags and put them in your carry ons.”

“You’re the best.” Tom said as he walked to put his shoes on. “Thank you y/n/n.” Harry said doing the same.

You watched them grab their bags and walk out of the house with one last smile. You sighed and went back to your room to take a nap. Already missing your brothers, you decided to turn on Spider-Man Homecoming.

It is now mid-October and you were missing Tom and Harry more than anything. You tried to hangout with Sam and Paddy more to try to not feel the sadness of missing your other two brothers. Paddy didn’t want to hangout with you. He was too busy hanging out with his friends and playing football. Sam was always at the restaurant or in the kitchen at your parents house. You would stay with him and watch him cook, but it wasn’t the same.

Your sleep schedule was messed up due to the fact you were staying up late watching Netflix. Looking over at the clock, it read 3 am. Pulling your phone from your bedside table, you pulled up Tom’s contact and decided to FaceTime him. It only rang for a couple of seconds before he answered.

“Is everything okay?” Tom asked worriedly. You could tell he was laying in bed.

“Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you.” You answered honestly.

“It’s 3 am where you are! Why are you not asleep?” His eyes widened as he realized how late it was for you.

“I can’t. My schedules messed up. I’m fine. Did I wake you?” You asked, scared of the answer.

“No. I was just watching some TV before I went to bed. I have a 7am call time.” He said and you breathed a sigh of relief for not waking him.

“How was filming today?” You said looking at his tired eyes.

“It was good. We did a hard scene today, but it went really well. We have another hard, long day again tomorrow.” Tom rubbed the tired out of his eyes. He was just about to fall asleep when called.

“I’m sorry you’ve had some hard days.” You said sincerely.

“Thanks but it’s okay. Thankfully Harry’s here. He’s really helping me.” Tom sighed.

“I’d help you if I was there. I know it’s hard, but I’m proud of you.” You said with your eyes tearing up.

“Are you doing okay?” Tom asked concern noticing the change of tone in your voice. “Mum said you’ve been at the house a lot.”

“I’m doing okay. I went and got my nails done today with Chandra.” You said showing Tom the Marvel based nails. With Tom only being a year older than you, he got you into Marvel when you were younger. Spider-Man was always your favorite and when Tom got the role, you celebrated just as much or even more than he did.

“I like them. They’re pretty.” Tom said with a small smile. “How are you holding up though with me and Harry being gone? I haven’t asked in a while.”

You sighed and looked away from Tom. You didn’t want him to know how much you missed him, but you missed your best friend. “I’m good. Been hanging out with friends more and I help Sam when he’s at home. Mum, Dad, and I have had movie nights. It’s been good.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, still concerned. You felt a tear you had been fighting fall down your cheek. You looked away from the phone. “Y/N/N. Look at me.”

Shaking your head, “I’m fine Tom. I just miss my best friend.”

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” He said.

“I’ll be okay.” You whispered.

“How about this…” Tom said. “Let me fly you out to visit. We are about to do some of the easier stuff and you can come stay with us while the scenes aren’t so intense.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m just being weird.” You said not wanting for him to be pressured into inviting you.

“Separation anxiety isn’t you being weird. It’s an actual thing.” He said sincerely. He cared about you. You didn’t know you had this issue until Tom got the role of Spider-Man and left for Atlanta. Your mum noticed you clingy to them more or your other brothers. When Tom arrived home you stuck to him like glue. Your mum decided to take you to a doctor to see if there was anything to do for you. You learned the anxiety medicine didn’t help you and talking to a therapist only went so far. All you wanted, was to be with your whole family.

“I’ll get Harry to schedule you a flight. Pack warm clothes and at least two weeks worth.” He said.

“No, Tom, it’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You fought back.

“I’m serious. Come stay with us. Harry will get your flight.” He kept fighting back.

“If you're sure.” You said softly. Tom almost didn’t hear it.

“I’m sure. I miss you too. Plus having you here may help me.” Tom said, laying back down on his pillow. You could tell he was tired, but he was staying awake for you.

“I appreciate it, T.” You spoke honestly. “I really do miss you. I love you.”

“Love you too y/n/n.” He whispered while fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Night.” Tom said before hanging up. You smiled knowing you were finally going to get to see your brother again very soon. You laid back on your bed and finally felt the exhaustion from staying up late. You could worry about what you were going to pack tomorrow.

When Tom told Harry to schedule you a flight out, Harry accidentally scheduled it too early. Tom still had some hard scenes to film. When you landed in America, he didn’t want you to come to set, but he didn’t want to leave you at home either.

Harry showed you where you could go and couldn’t. You basically only went to Tom’s trailer, the bathroom, the food tent, and Tom’s chair. Today, Tom begged you not to come because he knew the day was full of hard things. He knew what the last scene was going to be filmed and he didn’t want you to see that.

You insisted you could handle it. You didn’t want to be alone. You wanted to spend time with your brother. Tom finally gave in after you promised you would stay in his trailer during that final scene.

Throughout the day, you stayed close to Tom. When he wasn’t filming or on set, you were right beside him. He tried to be understanding of how you were feeling, but he really needed to step away from everything he’s been feeling for filming.

“How’s your sandwich?” Tom asked at dinner. It had been a long day and there was only one more thing to film before there were four days off.

“It’s good. How’s your salad?” You asked, pointing at his plate.

“It’s good.” He said nonchalantly. You knew he was craving more food. You had asked Harry to go get him a cheeseburger with fries. You looked up and noticed him carrying a bag from Five Guys.

You smiled and Tom looked over his shoulder. “Thanks for going to get that Harry.” You said as Harry sat next to you. You grabbed the bag and pulled out the burger and fries. “Eat up Tom. I know you’re hungry for more.”

“I can’t you guys.” Tom said in a defeated tone. “I’m still on this diet. I can’t. I can’t do that to everyone that’s working on this film.”

You sighed, “Tom, you have had salads everyday for two weeks. You can have one burger. You need more food.” Tom looked at you and then looked at Harry.

“I mean, I did go get it and I agree with Y/N. You do need to eat more and it will be okay. One cheeseburger won’t hurt.” Harry said. Finally Tom agreed to eating the food Harry brought. “Y/n/n are you going to set tonight?”

“No. I promised Tom I wouldn’t be there.” You answered honestly. Harry looked over at Tom shocked. Harry figured Tom would want you there since it’s such a hard scene. Maybe have someone other than him that’s familiar.

“You can come work with me.” Harry told you.

Tom looked up at him shocked. “I don’t want her to see this. It’ll be hard enough to have her watching it in the movie.”

“I think it’ll be good for her to be there. It’s a hard scene and I won’t be able to be there between takes.” Harry said. Harry was doing a new role tonight and needed to focus on that.

“It’s okay Harry. I can wait in the trailer. I brought my book.” You said with a smile. Trying to help Tom out so he doesn’t feel like he’s being teamed up on. Tom smiled at you gratefully. Harry turned to Tom and started to whisper something to him. You watched Tom’s demeanor change. He rolled his eyes before turning back to you.

“You can come. Bring your book and a blanket. You can sit in my chair.” Tom said finally giving into Harry.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting in the trailer. Promise.” You told Tom. Tom finished eating his food before standing up to go to his trailer with you and Harry following. He walked in and grabbed your book off of the counter and grabbed your blanket. “Let’s go.” Tom said as he walked out the door towards the set.

“Tom. I’m not going.” You said. Harry shook his head and started to push you towards set. “I promised I wouldn’t go.”

“Come on y/n/n. I promise it’s okay. I don’t count this as a broken promise. I want you there.” Tom said with a sigh. You decided not to keep fighting with him about it. You ran to catch up with him and grabbed the blanket and book from him. “Thank you.” He whispered. “This is going to be a difficult scene to watch, so I’m sorry for what you have to see.”

“It’s okay Tom. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” You said with a small smile.

Later that night, Tom was in the makeup trailer getting his makeup removed. You were sitting in his trailer with Harry waiting to go home. You tried to hold in your tears. You hated seeing Tom like that.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked.

“Great.” You said forcing a smile.

Harry looked at you skeptically and then nodded. He pulled out his phone and sent the video he got to Tom. You were exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. You decided to lay down and rest your eyes until Tom got back. You were just about to fall into a deep sleep when you heard Tom walk in.

“Should I send this to mum?” Tom asked with a laugh.

“Do it.” Harry laughed. “But first, let’s go home. I think someone needs a bed.”

Tom looked over at your sleeping body. He smiled at you. Harry was right. Having you there helped him. This was probably the hardest scene he was going to have to film in the whole movie.

“Go get the car. I’ll bring her out.” Tom said as he started putting your stuff in your backpack. He quickly put his and your backpacks over his shoulder before he moved over towards you. He picked you up bridal style and made sure the blanket didn’t fall off. “Shhh. It’s just me. We’re going home.” He said when you started to wake.

Pulling up to the house, Tom decided to shake you awake this time. You woke and looked around confused before you unbuckled and walked into the house. You crashed on the couch and watched Tom set your backpack in the chair.

“How are you doing? Today was hard.” You said.

Tom picked your feet up and sat down before he placed your feet in his lap. He laid his head back. “Today sucked. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.” Tom said with a sigh.

“Want to talk about it?” You asked.

“No. There isn’t much to talk about. I just need to get out of that mental mindset.” Tom said honestly. “How are you? That had to be hard to watch.”

You finally let a tear slip. “I’m okay. I just didn’t like seeing you like that.”

“I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to see the hard parts.” He said, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay. I promise. It’s scary to think people actually go through that. I don’t want to see you or anyone go through this.” You whispered.

“Hopefully this movie brings light to these situations and starts a conversation.” Tom said, giving you a kiss on the head before releasing you. “Now no more talks of this. Let’s try to forget about today and watch a movie instead.”

Tom started up a comedy to try and bring the mood up. Harry joined you after changing into his pajamas. Mid way through the movie, you fell asleep. Tom looked over at you. He knew you being here helped you, but in his head he was worried about you and everything you were seeing. It was hard to focus on you and filming.

It’s now been a year since Tom finished filming Cherry. Tom invited you to come with him to film Spider-Man No Way Home. He went three months without seeing you after the pandemic due to his heavy film schedule for Uncharted. He knew those were hard days for you since you went from spending all day with him to not even seeing him.

Now Tom was doing press for Cherry since it is due to come out in a few weeks. He set up in the living room. Harry had got a ring light to make the videos look better. You were supposed to be out while Tom was doing his few interviews for the day, but you got back early. He still had one more to go. You decided to sit in your room so you wouldn’t interrupt.

Even with your door closed, you could hear Tom talking to the interviewer. What you heard made your heart stop.

“Tom, your brother and sister were with you when filming Cherry, right?” they asked.

“They were. Harry helped on the film. Even had a small role. And my sister, Y/N, came out to visit and stayed the rest of filming.” Tom answered.

“Did having them there help you?”

“It did. This was a role I had to go to a dark place. Having them there really helped ground me and bring me back from that dark place. They definitely had my back during these times. I was actually on a strict diet throughout filming. Y/N actually made Harry go get me a cheeseburger on her first night there because she knew that I needed a little more substance. I had two weeks worth of salads and she knew I needed a little more. On nights of hard filming, we would all sit in the living room and watch a comedy because it all took us a while to calm down from the day. So having them there was very important to me.”

“That's amazing to hear.” they said. “It’s always good to have family there for you. You said there were hard filming nights. Even though it was hard, which was your favorite?”

“There was one scene that was extremely hard to film. The entire day was hard. Sadly, it was my sister’s first day there. I didn’t want her to see those scenes, but it was good to have her there. The day was a couple of scenes that dealt with something with Emily. The whole day was based on that situation. It was a variety of emotions. I had to be scared, angry, sad.” Tom said. “I actually sent my mum a video from that and she was not happy. She called me immediately to tell me she didn’t appreciate it.” He laughed.

“Can you give us a hint of what that was?” they asked.

“I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s when I’m in the truck. You’ll know when you see it because it involves Emily and it’s very hard to watch.” Tom said.

“You say it’s hard to watch and that was your sister’s first day, how did she handle it? And how did Harry handle it?” you heard them ask. They were starting to dig deeper.

“Harry was the one that filmed that scene so I could send it to my mum.” Tom laughed. He knew Nikki would give him heck for it later, but he knew it was only because she cared. “My sister actually hated watching that scene. She’ll hate me for saying this, but she cried. It scared her because she said it felt real and she didn’t want to see anyone like that.”

“That makes sense. Both of you are close in age, how are the two of yours relationship? It has to be good for you to allow her to visit during such a hard movie.”

“We are very close. She’s my best friend. I can say this because she openly talks about it and helps raise money for charities, but she has anxiety and one thing that really affects her is her separation anxiety. It was great to have her on set because she brought me back to myself, helped me get out of that dark mindset. But at times, I felt I was more worried about her and making sure she was okay. Mixing the stress of taking care of her and the stress of playing the role was hard to take on.”

You listened and felt tears build up. You made Tom’s job harder. You felt a tear fall down your face and you held back a sob so Tom couldn’t hear. You immediately went to the closest and grabbed your suitcase. You started packing your clothes. Once you were finished you set it near the door and grabbed your laptop so you could find a plane ticket. Tom walked in as you were searching.

“Why is your suitcase out?” He asked, confused.

“I’m going home.” You said shortly.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I’m just a burden to you. I don’t want you to have to worry about me while you focus on filming. I just like being in the same city as you. I didn’t mean to add stress to you.” You said as a tear slipped.

Tom sighed, “You heard?” He asked. You nodded. “Did you hear everything?”

“I didn’t need to. I heard enough.” You said honestly.

“So you didn’t hear what I said after that?” He asked. You shook your head. “I told them that it was worth it. That I would go through 20 times the stress if it meant you were happy and safe. That your anxiety wasn’t holding you back. That I used some of the stress from caring about you to help with the film. You remember the emotional scene in Morocco.” You once again shook your head. “I used the stress to make that scene. I know that sounds bad, but I think that really helped me hit the emotion I needed.”

“That was a beautiful scene. From what I saw, it’s one of my favorites for you. It’s heartbreaking, but you made the viewers feel what you were feeling. That was because of me?” Tom nodded his head.

“I’m sorry for admitting to it, but just know, if we redid all of the filming, I would have you there from day 1. I love having you around. I have all this noise around me that is trying to change me and having you here helps keep me the kid from Kingston.” Tom said. “Please don’t leave. I really do want you here.”

You looked around at your room. You then focused on your suitcase. You thought about it. “I’ll stay.” Tom smiled when you looked at him. “Only if you promise me something.”

“Anything.” He agreed.

“If I am stressing you out, in the way, or affecting your work, you tell me. I’ll stay here for a few days or I’ll go home. I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“Your anxiety isn't a problem. It’s something you battle and I want to help you fight.” Tom interfered.

“I know. And you will. But if it affects you, it isn’t fighting, it’s a problem. So please promise me that you’ll tell me.” You begged.

“I promise. But know you are never a burden to me. You are my best friend and I love you. I want you here. Trust me on that.” Tom said as he pulled you into a hug. “Now, are you ready to go to dinner? We have an early day on set tomorrow.”

You nodded. You knew that your anxiety was a battle but you didn’t want to bother Tom. You knew he was telling the truth when he said you weren’t a burden. You knew the thought would come back, but you had to tell yourself that it was your anxiety. Now working on your separation anxiety would be worked on at a later date.

[mariinara]

Sleep hcs for the uncharted boys? (and girls if you want!!) aka how much they get it, do they need company while they sleep, do any of them have frequent weird dreams or nightmares? Thought about this while playing the game and wishing that everyone would just TAKE A GODDAMN NAP FOR ONCE—

A/N: I FUCKING KNOW. I think about it all the time. Some of them just need sleep, a hug, and a snack. In that order.

Nate–

-Gets his full share of sleep (8-10 hours, at least)

-It's not 'cause he knows what's good for him, but he wears himself out so much that he can't help but pass out for hours at a time.

-He doesn't get nightmares, but he gets really weird, indiscernible dreams. Just very strange and inexplicable. Not uncomfortably so, but just enough for him to sit up in bed, rub his eyes, and go, "What in God's green earth was that?"

-Loves cuddling with something. He just has to have some warmth against his body. His arms have to be around something or someone. So it's either you or a big, thick pillow. Preferably you.

-When it's you he's cuddling with, he loves to have his face buried in something. Your hair, your neck, or your boobs.

-Light-snorer. Sometimes has his jaw slacked and his mouth very slightly open. Doesn't drool, though.

-He's a steady sleeper. Doesn't rustle around or toss and turn too much.

-Favorite position when napping alone: On his stomach, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out.

Elena—

-She takes several naps throughout the day (2-3 hour naps) and is an early bird when she does sleep at night.

-She can literally take naps anywhere as long as she's covered with a blanket and is comfortable enough.

-Usually doesn't get that many dreams, but when she does, she can't really remember any of them. They're also very strange and almost always make no sense.

-She claims she likes her bed space, but she loves scooting closer to you when you're next to her and draping her arm around your middle and pulling her head up to rest over your chest.

-Doesn't snore at all. Sound sleeper.

-Likes to watch ASMR and will literally pass out if you play in her hair.

-Loves to sleep in completely dark rooms.

-Favorite sleeping position when napping alone: Fetal!

Sam—

-Sleep is for the weak philosophy.

-On a good day, he'll get like (5-6 hours) of sleep. At MOST.

-If he's absolutely just fucking lucid from being exhausted, though, he'll pass out anywhere and sleep for a whole day.

-Fucking liar. Says he loves to sleep alone but tells you he wants you in bed so you could "warm the bed" and then cuddles up to you, one leg hooked around one of yours and his arm tightly holding your body to his chest.

-Like his brother, his face has to be buried in something.

-Has a lot of guilt dreams. Nightmares, too. They stem from a feeling of being inadequate most of the time or having post traumatic stress episodes, very small ones at a time. Nothing severe. He wakes up with a slight jolt or a flinch and a sharp inhale.

-Light sleeper!

-Rarely ever naps. He's always on a hundred. Even if he looks like he needs a nap, he'll wait until night to sleep properly.

-When he does nap, it's always on the couch, in a sitting up position. You have to gently lay him down and cover him and place pillows on the floor next to him because he moves way too much.

-Doesn't snore, either. Loves draping the back of his hand over his eyes to cover the fact that he's napping. Like he'd look like a pussy just cause he's napping.

-Sleep-talks, sometimes.

-Favorite position when napping alone: None. Whatever works for him at the moment, honestly.

Chloe—

-Not big on naps at all and almost always has had the same philosophy as Sam.

-If she has things to do and places to be, she doesn't compromise and gets no shut-eye, but if she's at home and comfortable and laying in a bed, she'll sleep for (6-8) hours at a time.

-Exhausts herself, much like Nate.

-Adores sleeping alone because she literally sleeps diagonally. Bisects it, for real.

-You have to roll her over to make space for yourself but she never really wakes up from it. Just hums and goes straight back to sleep.

-When you are next to her, you pull her close so she can cuddle close to you because she always has her back to you.

-She loves waking up all huddled up next to you, though.

-She gets good dreams AND bad dreams, but the bad dreams are never really that bad. They're just enough to wake her up quietly, but she has no problem going back to sleep right after.

-Also a sleep-talker.

-Moderate sleeper. Not too light or too heavy.

-Favorite position when napping alone: Her arm under the pillow and just laying on her side.

Rafe–

-Fucking insomniac.

-Melatonin pills all day every single day.

-(2-3) hours of sleep when he DOES rest.

-Melatonin pills AND coffee? What are we doing, Rafe, darling.

-He's basically a caffeine addict and it really doesn't help his issue.

-Nightmares all day everyday. The ones that don't make sense either but are so morbid that he can't return to bed afterwards at all.

-Groggy all the time, so even if he's not asleep, he just really wants someone to be laying next to him and playing with his hair and he chose you as a partner so you're stuck with that.

-The kind to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep just so you couldn't feel as bad and just surrender to your fatigue.

-You always wake up to find him doing something. Quietly taking a business call in your terrace or sitting up in bed and responding to work e-mails.

-Coffee. Again.

-Needless to say, he's a very light sleeper.

-Will attempt to nap but doesn't. Literally just lays in a dark room, alone, staring at the void, staying in one position only.

-This position forever being just– laying on his back. The poor thing.

Nadine–

-Woman values her sleep. She literally has a schedule for everything, so she gets her full eight hours.

-She's very tough to keep up with because of exactly that reason. She eats right, moves right, and sleeps right, so she's always cranked the fuck up.

-Drags you out of bed early in the morning for exercise and a "full breakfast".

-She believes in the sanctity of naps. Sets up a whole mood for it. As in white noise, a singular, very dim light, AC on, and wrapped in two blankets.

-LOVES cuddling. She's a 100% the big spoon and will pull your back to her chest and let her arm drape around you and intertwine her fingers with yours.

-KISSES ON YOUR SHOULDER BLADE!!!

-Talks your ear off about work until she falls asleep, and you fall asleep right after after mumbling a small "goodnight".

-Dreams of victorious things, all the time. Good omens. When she's too stressed, though, she might have some dreams that are a result of her anxiety. She has a lot of responsibilities and blundering was a fear of hers.

-Fave napping position: Anything, but never sleeps on her stomach.

Harry—

-Such a heavy fucking sleeper.

-The world could be ending outside his door and he'll only switch sleeping positions and remain knocked the fuck out.

-Oops. Did he sleep for twelve hours again? Cowabummer.

-Values his sleep. NEVER disturb his sleep. He will slash anyone who does and go straight back to bed, no hesitation.

-He LOVES being surrounded by pillows. He has like ten on his bed and the fucker hogs all of them.

-In order for you to obtain some semblance of pillow privilege, you have to replace two pillows with your body snuggled up next to him.

-He hogs up the covers too so you have two separate covers on the bed.

-Sleepily leaves lazy kisses on your neck and cheek while both of you are still slightly unaware.

-Mumbles in his sleep. Not a snorer.

-His grip around you is tight. You're not shaking him off if you wake up before him. You gotta either wake him up or wait for him to wake up.

-Has crackhead dreams. Feels like a wholeass acid trip.

-Naps, naps, naps, and NAPS.

-Anywhere, too. His own bedroom, guest room, or even on the couch.

-Loves it when you softly trace patterns on his skin and arms and play with his hair.

-Favorite position when napping: On his back, one leg bent and one straight, and his hand in his pants. For some reason. It comforts him!

-Don't judge the Flynn.

Charlie–

-Jesus Christ.

-He might as well be clinically deceased.

-Sleeps TOO MUCH and stays tired even after getting more than enough sleep.

-SNORES!!!

-Heavy, heavy, HEAVY sleeper.

-Full-blown conversations while asleep.

-Definitely has nightmares and wakes up scared and absolutely unaware that it's okay and that it's reality now.

-YOU HAVE TO CUDDLE HIM!!!

-There is NO question about it; Charlie has to be held and comforted. It gives him the feeling of safety that he's always lacked. Helps with his nightmares most of the time.

-NAPSSSS!!! At least twice a day. After breakfast and after lunch, just a little while before dinner.

-Sleeps with two thick pillow under his neck, which means back and neck problems.

-Will sleep on the side of the road, if his circumstances pushed him to.

-The kind to enjoy sleeping with his hand up your shirt and gripping your boob.

-Steady sleeper. Doesn't toss and turn too much.

-Favorite napping position: Shirtless. Always. On his side with his arm under the pillow too.

[estrel]

for #spnwomenweek day 3: women of color

↳ kaia’s not okay. after being stuck for two years alone in the Bad Place, she ends up in the same place she started.

The third week in a row that Kaia wakes up sweating in the middle of the night, Claire calls for an appointment with the doctor. 

Kaia’s holding Claire’s hand until she can’t any longer, staring at the hair ties and bracelets on her wrist until Kaia is whisked away and she’s back to square one: staring at the white walls of the psychiatric hospital. 

“Fuck,” she says one night, when Kaia realizes she’s been staring out the window so long that even the sun got tired and left. It’s better to stare at what’s real as an anchor, to distract from the thoughts swimming through her head, than to live in them completely. As a dreamwalker, she learned that the hard way.

They don’t give her a room mate. Kaia can vaguely remember an incident in the dining hall, elbowing and kicking and screaming, because they’d gotten too close, that was her meal, her water, and it was running low already. The last rain was so long ago, who knows when she can get more, if she’ll get more. Kaia needs it for her twisted ankle. For her...

She looks down. She’s in bed, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, and she leans forward to reveal her perfectly healed ankle. “Christ,” Kaia sighs, rubbing at her head. “It’s not real.”

But here she is again, alone. Not in the Bad Place, but it was close enough. No Claire, no Jody or Patience or Donna or Alex. Not even her Dark self to keep her company, or a room mate or anything. Not even...

“Jack,” she tries, “holy shit. I don’t even know if you answer to prayers, but, uh...if you do...” Kaia lets out a breath, eyes flitting around her darkened room. She picks at her nail polish, largely feeling like an idiot. 

“You asked me for your help once. I’m...asking for your help now, if you’re willing to...to lend me a hand again. I gotta, um,” she bounces her leg, anxious, “I gotta get outta here, man. I-I know it’s only because my family is worried about me. I know that. But it’s... it’s too much like the Bad Place,” she whispers.

The silence surrounds her. Or, the near silence. Further off in the building, sounds of chatter carry down hallways, faint and unintelligible. The AC hums in the next unit. Kaia’s about to accept that Jack’s not coming, settling further into her blankets, when there’s the pop of the lightbulb in the hall and static in the air that makes a strand of hair stick to her face.

Jack lifts a hand, grinning in the middle of the dark room. “Hello!”

She quickly sits up, holding out a panicked hand, “Shh! Jesus Christ!”

“No,” he frowns, whispering, “I’m Jack....remember?” Jack brightens, “You prayed to me!”

“I know, I know, buddy,” Kaia whispers back, running a hand through her hair, “I just...wasn’t expecting you to show up.”

He walks towards her bed and sits down by her legs. Jack shifts a little to face her better, “Why not?”

“I dunno,” she shrugs, “it’s the middle of the night and you have better things to do? Like...sleep?”

“Oh, Cas and I don’t sleep. Well, not really. I prefer naps. Naps are fun.”

Kaia nods like her heart isn’t still trying to calm down from Jack’s jump scare. “Lucky me, then.”

“Yes, well, what are you waiting for?” he stands, “Get your things and we can go.”

“What...just like that?” Kaia pushes the blankets off of her, looking at Jack incredulously, “It was a way bigger deal last time.”

He shrugs, “I’m bigger now. And Cas has been teaching me some things. But,” Jack stops her on her way to the closet, a hand around her upper arm. Kaia stills to look at him. 

“What?”

“I get why you need to leave, but you have to promise me that you’ll talk about it. You can’t keep this all to yourself, Kaia. It’s too much.”

She looks away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I heard your prayer,” he insists, “you’re still seeing the Bad Place in your head. This place...I don’t think they can really help on this big a scale. But your family...they can. If you let them.”

Kaia stares at him a moment. Jack’s eyes cry sincerity, all concern and good intentions. Sam and Dean and Cas have taught him well. Eventually, she tears her eyes away, “I...can’t.”

“Why not?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t...I don’t think it’s something I can talk about yet. Not with family or even...Claire. It’s just. They wouldn’t understand.”

Jack looks down, eyebrows creased like he’s thinking hard. He lets go of Kaia’s arm, and she slowly moves to the closet to pack, if that’s even still in the cards.

“I think I know someone who would,” he says finally. Kaia turns back around, a soft laugh halfway out of her mouth. “Jack—”

“Cas,” he says. It’s not the answer she’s expecting, so Kaia listens. “You’ve been somewhere where no one has come back from, and you were there alone for two years. The only other person I can think of who might understand that type of darkness and isolation is...Cas.

"He was in the Empty for a while, until I pulled him out. He’s not a therapist, or anything, and he’s not your family. But,” Jack tilts his chin up, “he’s my dad, and I think he could help. I’ll help you break out of here if you promise me you’ll give it a shot with him. Okay?”

Kaia mulls it over, weighing her options. Being stuck here with no friends or anyone to talk to is making her worse, and at least with Cas he might...understand, to some degree. It’d at least be nice to have someone to talk to and...despite Claire not outwardly admitting it, Kaia’s gotten the impression that is a pretty good guy.

“Okay,” she nods, smiling softly, “okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

[@spnwomenweek]

[watermelonlipstick]

Back

School has been kicking my ass lately, but I found some time to write this little warm and fuzzy nothing. I’d love any advice or critiques!

Title: Back

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1915

Summary: Getting back to find the reader has been waiting for the Winchesters to get home from a hunt, Sam is a little nervous and more than a little happy.

Warnings: mutual pining fluff only!

           Sam and Dean walked down bunker stairs slowly, their bones aching with the work of the last week. They had changed into clean clothes to drive through the night back to Kansas, but their hands and hair bore the telltale mud and blood of a hunt, and they badly needed to shower. Walking into the library, Sam took his duffel bag off his shoulder and dropped it unceremoniously but quietly.

           Curled up in a chair on the other end of the table, you slept wrapped in a blanket and draped over the old wood. Your hair ground into your folded arms and the huge book you had been reading, and the pressure of your head on your cheek pouched your lips out a touch. Sam brushed his palms on his jeans somewhat fruitlessly in an effort not to dirty your face as he brushed a chunk of hair back from your temple.

           “Hey,” he whispered in a low voice, his hand hovering over your shoulder. “We’re home.”

           You woke with a small jolt, peeking open one eye to look up at Sam. A sleepy smile spread across your eyes as you arched back to stretch. “Hey, handsome,” you answered in the croaky voice of a nap. “How’d it go?”

           “All good, no major injuries. You should be in bed,” he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

           “Carry me?” you asked. The shy smile on your face betrayed you as only half joking.

           Sam chuckled as Dean came over to them. “He smells like sweat and swamp monster ass,” Dean offered.

           “Thanks Dean,” Sam said sarcastically, his voice still low. “He’s right though. Still want me to?”

           You nodded with closed eyes, your contented smile showing through even as you yawned. “Dean, there’s lasagna in the fridge if you want it.” As an aside to Sam you mouthed, “vegetarian.” Sam’s eyes crinkled at the edges as he offered his arms out to you. You got up and put your arms around Sam’s neck, letting him ease you up into his chest. Your calves and socked feet dangled over his forearm.

           “You’re the best,” Dean insisted, gripping an invisible fist of victory. He gathered up the blanket and stacked it on top of your stomach.

           “Don’t stay up too late,” you hummed to Dean while nuzzling your head into the crook of Sam’s neck.

           “I won’t, kid. I promise.” He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. “Goodnight.”

           Sam nodded to Dean over you, jerking his head toward the kitchen to show he’d meet his brother in a minute. He carried you back to your room and lowered you down onto your bed before spreading the blanket out on top of you.

           “You didn’t need to wait up for us,” Sam said.

           “I know, but I wanted to see you.”

           “Well I won’t lie, it feels a lot more like home to come back to you than an empty bunker,” he smiled.

           “Oh yeah?” you asked with a sly grin.

           “Definitely.”

           “Will you come sleep here?” Your eyebrow crooked up in question. It was loaded, definitely a pretty big step further down the tightrope you and Sam had been walking. But it had felt right to ask, and you fought back the impulse to take it back or turn it into a joke. Sam’s eyebrows lifted in soft, hopeful surprise, and it changed his whole face.

           “I can if you want me to,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. “Are you sure?”

           “Yeah, I think so.” The hesitation in your voice made his pulse race despite his fatigue.

           “Uh, ok, yeah. Just let me eat something and shower and I’ll be here, I promise. Don’t wait up though.”

           You nodded, trying to fight a smile by biting your lip, then pulled the blanket up under your chin and closed your eyes. Sam lingered in the doorframe for a moment, watching the light from the hallway fall on the swells and angles of your body before going to the kitchen with Dean.

           Dean was already halfway into a plate of lasagna by the time Sam got there and took off his jacket.

           “Dude, she’s outdone herself. This is awesome,” Dean said through the last third of a mouthful before swallowing.

           “Yeah, she’s pretty great, isn’t she?” Sam asked as he walked to the fridge.

           Dean looked up smugly over his fork. “What’s going on with that anyway?”

           Sam closed the microwave door on a plate of lasagna and turned toward Dean. “Uh, I mean, I don’t know. She asked me to sleep with her.” Dean half-choked on a bite, coughing and grabbing at his beer bottle. His brother realized his mistake, making an exasperated face before correcting himself. “Not like that, Jesus. Like literally sleep in her room.” Dean pounded his chest with a closed fist and fought through a hoarse throat.

           “Are you going to?”

           “I mean, yeah. Why, should I not?” Sam’s eyes widened.

           “I don’t know what you should or shouldn’t do, man. Just seems awfully boyfriend-experience to me,” Dean said, his hands up in faux surrender.

           “Well, yeah,” Sam conceded, getting his plate out of the microwave.

           “So you’re her boyfriend?” Dean looked incredulous.

           “Dean, I don’t know,” Sam whined as he sat down across from his brother.

           “Fine, whatever, I’ll leave you alone about it. But know that I’m going to be pissed if things get weird between you two and she leaves. Aside from the extra backup, I can’t go back to Marie Calendar and beef jerky after this.”

           Sam nodded placatingly.  

           You had dozed off, waking up when some lizard part of your brain realized the light had shifted in the room. Sam filled the doorway in an old t-shirt and flannel pajama pants slung low enough on his hips to expose a little sliver of skin when he walked. The smell of shampoo crossed the room as if being unfurled from his still-damp hair, the clean familiarity of it making your joints relax even further than they had in sleep. He saw the heavy lids of your eyes for the second time that night, and felt a pang of nervous affection.

           “Do you still want me to, ah..?” Sam whispered like a gravel road at dusk.

           You nodded, folding back the comforter next to you. He walked over, messing with the hem of his shirt like a shy teenager before crawling gently into bed. He didn’t know what to do. It felt like the first time he’d ever slow-danced with a girl at some stupid school formal—Mandy Jacobsen, freshman year of high school, wearing a shirt Dean had outgrown but was still too loose to be tucked in properly and his dad’s shoes—not knowing where to put his hands or whether it was better or worse to press against you. You waited a beat before rolling to your back to mirror him.

           “Is this too weird?” you asked.

           “No, no. Sorry, I just—I’m just a little keyed up from the hunt I guess.” Sam cursed himself in his head; you knew they’d driven over 7 hours to get back, it made no sense that he’d still be on an adrenaline rush. He was grateful when you didn’t say anything.

           “Was it gross? When you guys had me look up bunyips I was so glad I didn’t come with on the stomp-around-in-the-swamp job.”

           He chuckled quietly. “You would’ve hated it. We had to change before Dean would even unlock the car.”

           “How’d you get back to the motel to change if he wouldn’t unlock it?”

           “No, like out on the side of the road.”

           “So you and Dean were naked on the side of the road in—where was it?”

           “Stringtown, Oklahoma.”

           “In Stringtown, Oklahoma, and didn’t get arrested?”

           “It’s pretty rural.”

           “Well thank God for that,” you giggled, turning onto your side to face him. “I would’ve had to take that stupid little Volkswagen to come and get you. You’d have needed a double knee replacement by the time we crossed the state line.”

            “Then I’m even more glad.” Sam’s profile was fuzzy in the dark but you could hear his smile. When he turned to face you the tiny amount of ambient light glinted off his teeth. “I missed you,” he added, so quietly you almost couldn’t hear him from inches away.

           “I missed you too,” you breathed.

           Sam shifted to his side and tentatively reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, you should go back to sleep.”

           “Are you going to leave if I do?”

           “Not if you don’t want me to.” His thumb was gentle and callused against your cheek, brushing absentmindedly.

           “I don’t want you to.” You twisted away from him to curl back against his chest. Sam got those same heart-thumping sweaty palms he had with Mandy Jacobsen and hoped you couldn’t feel the thrum of his pulse against you, suddenly aware of how thin the fabric separating you two was. He felt gangly and awkward in his filled-out 32 year old body, and kind of stupid for it; less than an hour ago he’d held you in his arms and he couldn’t even estimate the amount of times his hands had roamed your skin, feeling for broken bones and shards of glass or stitching up a gash. He was trying to remember what the natural thing to do here was when you reached behind to his side and pulled his arm over you, laying his palm out below your sternum and lacing your fingers in his. His hand spanned a wide swath of your torso and made you feel delicate, like something precious. After a moment, Sam let the weight of his arm settle over top of you like a cloak, the pressure soothing and protective.

           You smelled like warm skin, fresh sheets, and the orange blossom soap you loved from the farmer’s market in the next town over. Sam inhaled deeply, nestling his face against your hair and feeling the heat from you and your body-warmed comforter seep into him, so opposite from the freezing bog water he’d been up to his thighs in earlier that day. He was having a hard time coming up with something that would be better than this and thought it might actually be ramping up his nerves, comfortable as it was. Instinctively he pressed his lips to your hair, feeling a jolt in his chest when it made you lean back into him.

           Seems awfully ‘boyfriend-experience’ to me ran through his head and he felt an overwhelming ache. If this was the boyfriend experience, he wanted nothing else in the world. He felt your breath deepen under his palm and the weight of your body began to sink a bit in that telltale way that told him you were falling back asleep. Sam listened for a long minute to the rhythm of it.

           “I love you,” he breathed, just to hear what it sounded like.

           “I love you too, Sam,” you murmured, barely opening your mouth.

           Sam had no time to feel embarrassed you’d heard him, hadn’t been fully asleep, as his chest swelled with helium. He shifted his calf to cover your cold feet and smiled, all to himself, into the darkness. It took him hours to drift off, but he didn’t care. There was no place he’d rather be.

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