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vampiric-daydreams · 5 years ago

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Jasper x Reader

This is Part 2 of the Jasper miniseries. Here is Part 1.

Summary: After the negative events of the last few weeks, Alice offers an explanation that just doesn’t seem to add up. You believe there is more to the mysterious family that meets the eye.

Word Count: 2,540

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @eggmettcullen @scuzmunkie @xcharlottemikaelsonx @oi-itsemily @cacti-succulents-andlesbians @aw0kenangel

A/N: There’s less Jasper in this chapter because a few things needed to happen in this part to keep the ball rolling. As the series progresses, the prerogatives of the Cullens will make more sense.

The buzzing chatter surrounding you broke the silence as you sat alone in a local café. It had been raining all day, and the people of Forks sought the solace of a sweet hot chocolate. You shifted in discomfort. Your socks were moist with dirty water you’d collected from splashing through a large puddle on your way in; and the pouring rain made your sleeves cling to your arms. You sat shivering at a corner table, goose bumps scattered across your exposed skin. The welcoming scent of coffee beans comforted you as you waited for your own hot drink to arrive.

A glare from a boy studying on the table beside you caused you to stop fidgeting with the sugar stick between your fingers. “Can you stop tapping?” he asked.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. You put the stick of sugar back in its place and took a deep, steady breath. You rarely met strangers, but lately you’ve been in a weird head space. An anonymous note in your locker had brought you here, requesting a meeting.

“Here you go,” the waitress said as she placed your scalding drink in front of you, the steam swirling from its surface. “And sorry for the wait. It’s always crazy here on these stormy days.”

“Thank you.” You weren’t in the mood for small talk right now. On top of this mystery meeting, you had gotten nowhere with the Cullen stuff. Everything had gone back to normal at school. No glares. No staring. No interacting of any kind. So, when Alice Cullen herself strutted through the door and straight towards you, the shock nearly knocked you over.

Her heeled boots clicked on the wooden floor. Stylishly dressed in an all-black ensemble with a trendy overcoat and a navy-blue scarf; her designer bag hung lavishly from the back of her chair as she slid into her place across from you. She smiled. “Thank you for coming, (Y/N).”

“What- seriously?” It came out louder than you intended, and the boy at the neighbouring table glared at you a second time. You whispered harshly, “I thought you guys were happy pretending I didn’t exist. Or do you have a new assumption to harass me about?”

Alice’s perfectly arched eyebrows formed a frown. “Actually, I came to apologise for our behaviour. Can I buy you a toasted sandwich or something?”

You scoffed. “A toasted sandwich won’t change my mind. What the hell was all of that? Actually, no. Never mind. I’ve been banned from talking to any of you, so I should leave.” Without letting it cool, you sculled your drink. The heat burned your throat as you tried not to wince. You couldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of a Cullen. Not again. You grabbed your phone and your keys and pushed your chair back.

“(Y/N), please. You deserve an explanation for everything.”

“Damn right I do!”

“Please sit and give me a chance to give you that. You’re welcome to leave, but please at least let me start?”

You plopped back down in your chair like a grumpy child and slouched. “Fine. Start.”

“Jasper was the first to notice. He noticed not long after the school year had started, but he mentioned nothing to us. Not that he needed to, he had no intentions - no offence.” You rolled your eyes. She swallowed. “But when Edward saw the way you looked at Jasper, he put it together. He’s gifted at reading people, and he felt you were getting too attached–”

“That was no-one’s assessment to make.” Your tongue still burned from your drink.

Alice nodded. “You’re right. It wasn’t. But Edward sees things in people… Often his own opinions and ideals surrounding certain topics will cloud his judgement. He mentioned his interpretation to Emmett in passing, who repeated it to Rosalie with different details. By the time I’d heard any of it, it sounded like you were plotting to separate us, which was why I was upset. I’m sorry, (Y/N). If I had known you had no intentions of actually breaking us up, I would have made them stop. No, I should have made them stop regardless of what I thought. Being a family for so long, we’re protective of each other. But I shouldn’t have let it reach the point that it did.”

The sugar stick once again found its way to your fingers as you stared at the girl in front of you. “Why are you telling me this?” It just didn’t sound right, despite Alice’s insistence.

“Because I’ve seen how hurt you were by it, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself or believe you’re not worthy of receiving love. We behaved like a bunch of callous bullies. We’re sorry and so is Jasper.” A hard prick stabbed at your chest.

“It’s whatever. There isn’t anything we can do about it now. What’s done is done, right?”

“Jasper wanted to come and apologise to you in person, but he was afraid. He’s quite empathetic, which is why he couldn’t bear to talk to you yet. Even Edward-”

Edward. “He was right, in a way. While I had no intention to do something that would hurt you or make Jasper leave you, I certainly thought about what it would be like if he was mine. It just seems like a big jump to make.” Alice’s brown eyes twitched as they widened. “He assumed I thought about something and then launched into action against me–and you say he’s good at reading people? It just all seems a little weird.”

“Yes, our parents had a word with Edward about jumping to conclusions like that. He just didn’t want to see me get hurt. Jasper in particular feels terrible about how he handled everything.” You feigned interest as she tried to deflect your attention with Jasper’s name. “He thought reminding you of his love for me would make you change your mind about him, and when that didn’t work his first instinct was to shut you out. This should be coming from him, not me, but please understand that he regrets how his behaviour translated. And (Y/N), we all want to apologise to you. You’re allowed to talk to us, you know. We don’t bite. And the others are too ashamed to speak to you themselves without being approached first. Will you give us a chance to make it right?”

If you were ever getting a shot at finding out what they were hiding, this was it.

You smiled sweetly, “I’d prefer it much better if we did that.”

Alice returned your smile, her kohl-lined eyes lighting up. “Remember, there’s no rush. After what happened, you don’t owe us anything. Take as long as you need.”

You nodded your head. “I will.”

For the first time in weeks, you arrived at school with a smile and something to look forward to. From the moment you entered the campus, you took the precaution to not actively think about your intention to dig deeper. It still seemed ridiculous, and you were sure you’d be cringing at yourself later on–but the circumstances were just too weird to you.

You spent the better half of the morning surrounded by your friend group, not ready to branch out and find the Cullens just yet. If they were as sorry as Alice had made them sound, they could stew in it for a while longer. You had already planned which order you intended to approach them in, too. Emmett would be first, as he seemed the least threatening. Next was Rosalie, and lastly Edward, who was the root cause of all of this.

You weren’t ready to go anywhere near Jasper.

The bell rang, and your group said their goodbyes as they went to their lockers. You fumbled with the combination lock on yours and gritted your teeth when it wouldn’t open. “Pretty sure the code hasn’t changed since yesterday,” a deep voice sounded from your right. Emmett. This was wrong; it was supposed to be you approaching them.

“Well I’ve had a rough few weeks.” You shot back. His wide smile faltered for a moment before shrinking away.

“I’m sorry about my contribution to that.” He spoke softer than usual. His eyes were the same warm gold as Jasper’s. Were they biologically related? Wait. No thoughts on campus.

“Yeah, the entire thing really sucked for me.”

“I didn’t want you to feel the way you did. I knew it wasn’t right. That excuses nothing, but I don’t want any bad blood between us. I’m really not that kind of guy.” His expression seemed genuine.

“You could have fooled me.” It came out before you could stop it. “Wait, no. Emmett I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair-”

“No, I get it.”

“No, you don’t. You did nothing. You didn’t even glare. I can’t be this mad at you.”

“I did nothing. That’s the problem. I let it blow out of proportion and by the time it got there, I couldn’t reign it back in. Alice gave you an idea of what happened, right? If I had kept my mouth shut after speaking with Edward, none of this would have happened.”

“If you had relayed the correct details and factored in Edward’s theatrics, none of this would have happened.” Rosalie appeared what seemed like out of thin air. You were sure you hadn’t seen her hovering nearby. Her warm brown eyes met your nervous gaze. You hadn’t been ready for any Cullens yet. “I’m sorry, too. You did nothing to warrant that reaction from us. I’m sorry for allowing myself to jump to those sorts of conclusions before you had even decided anything.”

If you had blinked, you would have missed Emmett nudging Rosalie with his elbow. No thoughts on campus. At least one storm was ending. Rosalie’s welcoming smile was not a sight you’d ever thought you’d see; and it was a clear sign that the discomfort would be over soon. But there were things - subtle things that didn’t always add up.

“I guess we’re cool then,” you said. You looked up at the couple properly. Although they didn’t compare to Jasper, they were both so attractive it was frustrating. It was the first time you’d seen them up close. Rosalie had the healthiest-looking flaxen hair you’d ever seen; and they both had such amazing skin. Neither of them had a single blemish to show. In fact, you recalled that Alice had pretty flawless skin as well—and Jasper’s complexion always looked so perfect. It was as if it blessed their entire family—which was even stranger because… Stop, just in case.

They were both smiling. Emmett reached out his hand for you to shake. “Yeah, we’re cool.”

“Thank you for letting us apologise,” said Rosalie, as the last bell rang and the hallway emptied. It wasn’t like they’d given you much of a choice.

Jasper had done nothing specifically to attract your attention. All he did was stroll over to his locker. But even just walking, the way he carried himself, how almost seemed to glide, never failed to knock the wind out of you. You caught his attention though, by staring, and he immediately looked at you. His bored expression suddenly drenched in regret. The negative feelings from the last few weeks consumed you; the humiliation, how repulsive you felt you were to him. There was an empty feeling in your chest, and as his apologetic amber eyes beckoned you over to him. Your legs moved before you could stop them.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk yet,” Jasper pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket. “But if you change your mind, call me?”

You clenched the paper tightly as it transferred from his fingers to yours, and your heart fluttered. Your mind went blank as you tried to respond. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed, you resembled a fish. Quickly, you turned away from him and walked back in the direction you came from. Your cheeks were burning as you continued to walk; thankful as you rounded the corner for not stumbling, but less enthused to see another Cullen in front of you. Alice. Again.

You knew it would continue to hurt you if you compared yourself to her; but she just looked so damn good all the time. If any of the Cullens were devastatingly beautiful, it was Alice - with emphasis on ‘devastating’. And the worst part of it was how nice she was trying to be to you. It was easier to soldier on when you could pretend she didn’t exist.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” She smiled kindly, eyebrows raised. You looked at her forehead, her skin didn’t wrinkle. It never did. She must have had some work done.

“S-Sorry, Alice,” you stammered, “I’m in a hurry.”

You picked up pace and rushed by her, taking refuge in the bathroom. She didn’t follow. You let out a sigh. You had come close to thinking again. You still scoffed at the idea that they could read minds or something, but you continued to guard your thoughts, anyway; and when you saw Alice’s eyes, one nearly slipped out. They were definitely much lighter yesterday, like chocolate - you were sure of it. Just then, they looked almost black.

It was driving you crazy. Tears began forming, but you refused to let them fall. Not over this. Not over something you were imagining. Jasper’s eyes flashed in your mind. That rich golden colour… When you’d first started liking him, you recalled Googling if his eyes were even possible and learning they were, but that they were rare; and for Emmett to share them as well was strange.

You bolted out of the bathroom and grabbed a random student passing by. She jolted from the shock of it. “Which of the Cullens are biologically related?” You sounded so aggressive, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

She chewed her bubble gum a few times and gave you a dumbfounded look before frowning at you. “Jasper and Rosalie Hale, obviously. What the hell is wrong with you?” She jerked her arm out of your grasp and shot daggers at you.

Unrelated, both with a scarce eye-colour. They seem to know what you’re thinking. They all look the same; pallid and tired-looking, yet alluring. You couldn’t stop yourself from going over the details.

You sprinted out into the parking lot, nearly knocking a guy down the stairs on your way. Before you could restrain yourself, you’d pulled a pen and a notebook out from your backpack and your hand began writing.

Wednesday. Alice, brown.

Thursday. Alice, black. Rosalie, brown. Emmett, gold. Jasper, gold.

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arlenianchronicles · 3 years ago

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You mentioned not knowing how to add huan to your eldritch fae au and I had a suggestion. His mask could be like a wolf's scull, but like with flowers/leaves carved into it, kinda like a sugar skull.

Thank you for the suggestion, anon! I think that's a great idea, especially with the carvings of flowers and other patterns :DDD I'll keep that in mind!

#asks #anon asks #i do want to keep huan as a hound #instead of making him like the elves #with a mask and a fur pelt hiding a skeletal body #maybe that's the better way to go eldritch wise?#but i imagine it wouldn't be comfy for luthien to ride on loll #so maybe a regular hound's body with a fancy mask will work #i'll keep chipping away at this au! ^^;;;#thanks again for the idea anon! :D

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romantic-barnes · 5 years ago

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strawberry & tape | part one

| part one - the beginning or the end? |

Pairings: dark!biker!bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes has the town in his hands and a lot of blood. All you have is a cafe your mother left you after her passing. But as Bucky’s attention moves to you, do you have the strength to pay revenge for his wrongdoings? Does your push into the dark paradise end in love or blood?

Warnings: mention of non-con, possessiveness, mention of suicide, humiliation, animal cruelty. This is dark bucky! please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned above!

A/N: Please don’t read if you are under 18! This series is inspired by This Is What Makes Us Girls by Lana Del Rey. Or just the whole album let’s be honest here. This is my first time uploading my dark fics so yeah, I love this, I loved writing this.

I’m just gonna tag some of my faves, you are under no obligation to read this! @imanuglywombat @mariessecretfantasies @sinner-as-saint @nsfwsebbie

There she stood, your best friend. A light Autumn breeze waving through the early spring trees, shivering the grass alive with it. Her shoulders shaking with the leaves, mumbling through her pink painted lips, whimpering and sobbing between words.

There wasn’t a word needed to express what happened, the petite girls’ tears flowing down her pretty face, carrying all the information with them.

She bunched up the skirt of her dress, fumbling with the seam before lifting it slowly and carefully. Her blood shot eyes watching you carefully as her lip trembles, fresh tears flowing.

Your eyes wandered down to the seam of her dress, slowly revealing the bruises on both her thighs. A hand covering your mouth, careful to not upset her, shake her, make her run. But there was little to hide, the agonising and painful pull at your heart.

She let the skirt fall, covering her thighs.

There was something you wanted to say, something reassuring, but the words could not slip past your lips. A simple ‘what happened’, a question reasonable.

“He- he touched me, and I said- I said n-no.” A string of sobs left her lips, closing her eyes. “He didn’t s-stop.”

You reached out to her, laying your hand on her shoulder, a light and careful pull. She stumbled towards you, laying her head on your shoulder. A thousand thoughts, but none delicate enough to say. You knew what happened as soon as she came walking up the street. A bittersweet romance turned poisonous. A possibility you saw coming.

The town doesn’t have a lot left for girls falling for the leather clothed men chasing them all over town. They turn their face away from them, whispering profanities. A lot of ‘told you so’, a lot of hot air from the people living in Dawn.

A lot of people think the town is possessed, cursed by witches from medieval times.

The smell of blood always wavers through the air as soon as you enter Dawn. Scientists say it’s chemicals, but none of that stays in the heads of the residents.

The old tale says that women used their period blood to seduce men, covering their desired man’s house in symbols to pull them into an everlasting love.

The town is built like a circle, a church in the middle, a poor attempt to rid Dawn of it’s evil. Before the church there was a town house, owned by the wealthiest man there was. Red scull, they called him, the origin story of the men in leather.

After him, the townhouse was torn down and a church was built, but not long after not even god was safe from Red Sculls son. The offspring who would bring the gang back to life.

They showed everyone who was in charge, blood was shed from anyone daring to refuse their power, deny them of what is theirs and so, the smell of blood never left. Always lingering in the air.

Generation after generation attracting folks who were looking for more control, but end up with blood on their hands, guilt on their faces. Only a few make it, with promises they couldn’t keep.

A town build on tales and make-believe.

You sat across the table from Lana, the girls’ hands wrapped around a mug, tears staining her pale complexion. He bottom lip trembled as she raised the mug to her lips.

“He needs to pay for this.” You said confidently.

Lana shook her head, her Bambi eyes wide with terror. “You’ll get yourself in trouble, you know what they can do, what they’re capable of. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with them.” A whimper escaped her lips.

You hung your head, defeated. There is truth to her words, but someone has to put an end to this. Another girl left on the curb, used and abused by the head of the clan. Another girls’ innocence stolen by force, without so much as a glance from the townsfolk.

An eerie silence fell, the presence of someone evil lingered around her.

Barnes.

A name no one who isn’t looking for trouble ever dared speak. Afraid it would somehow summon him, like a spell. A man as dangerous as his name, but just as beautiful as the devil created him. A curse not meant for the faint hearted.

His words are the national anthem here.

No matter if it’s a curse, spell or an enchantment, you’re not falling for it. Determined to defy the cliché of the weak woman falling for the devil’s son. A cliché in itself. A dangerous game to play, but a game, nonetheless.

You weren’t scared of a man trying to find a moment of thrill from an innocent soul.

The small cafe was empty, like every day it dawned on you day after day. Maybe that’s why your mother did what she did. A failure of a dream she had. Turn the family business into a cosy place, but the money stopped flowing slowly and steadily.

Standing at the counter with your apron, sundress adding to the sweetness of the aura your mother created. A place for the people who didn’t know of the more popular diner in the centre of town.

Your life threatened to become just like your mothers. No steady relationship, money slipping through your fingers, mundane days dripping with boredom. Your end was destined to end like your mothers, a sting of rope, swinging without life.

The pastries fresh from the oven, buttered and sprinkled with powdered sugar. A recipe your mother created. You set one down in front of you, a cup of coffee in your hand.

A break you didn’t really need, but took advantage of, nonetheless.

The bell above the door chimed, surprise overtaking you, but a look over your shoulder killed it instantly. Lana entered the cafe, still pale as ever. Her eyes shallow since that fateful day.

She sat across from you and you slid the plate over to her. Her small hands took the pastry, taking a bite. She loves your mom’s baking. “Can you pack up some of the strawberry ones for me?” A smile that didn’t reach her eyes stretched her lips.

A simple nod and you were about to stand when the bell over the door chimed once more and the look on Lana haltered you. The sound of heavy boots on the tiled floor.

The air filled with fuel and leather. You didn’t dare to look, in fact, you’ve never seen them other than when they rode their bikes through the streets, passing you.

“I think you forgot this.” One of them said, undoubtedly Barnes. A low and dangerous laugh echoed through the room, cutting through the tension.

A pair of panties hit Lana right on her chest, short breaths escaped her lips and you knew what this meant. Not much longer and the faucet would be running.

Anger bubbled inside you at the sight of her clutching the pair of pink lace panties. No matter how much danger radiated off from the man behind you, everything you knew about him was thrown out of the window.

You gripped the cup with your hand, an electricity searching its way through your veins. With the turn of your torso, not even sitting up from the chair you aimed the brown, hot liquid in his direction.

The cafe fell silent, all tension hit the floor as you met the eyes of the man stood in the middle of the room. Rage, that’s all you could read in his blue eyes. The two men standing behind him tightened their fists.

Time stood still, all eyes on you.

The only pair of eyes that you could focus on were the ocean blue ones staring right into yours. A death threat. Nothing but crime in his eyes and you right in his point of view. The shiver running down your spine left you cold. A single breath felt like a thousand daggers through your chest.

He moved, slow. Without a single second to react, his hand wrapped around your throat. “You little bitch.” He spat.

His voice ringed in your ears, but the rage bubbled back up, a stern look on your face. “How could you mock her after what you’ve done?”

You expected a lot of things. Maybe his hand tightening around your throat, or spitting on your face, but he retracted his hand.

A low chuckle from his lips and your face dropped, unconsciously softening. He studied you. Eyes moving from yours, to your cheeks, lips and raked over your body, stopping right on your cleavage.

“You’re going to pay for this, dollface.” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’re gonna wish you stayed in the shadows.” His smirk made you feel smaller than you wished it did.

Barnes and his entourage walked through the door, but he turned once more. “See you, y/n.”

It was difficult to decide whether the spotlight drawn to you by Barnes was worse than the fact that he already knew who you are. You relished in the fact that you never made direct contact with the Howling Commandos.

But now that comfort was stolen from you and you wondered what exactly they knew about you. It makes sense to you that they know the residents of their town.

A week passed. A week of anxiety. You tried to push away the thought of him, but each day you set foot into the cafe a flash of what happened passed before your eyes. Another memory added to the dread of this place, another one added to the one of your mother lifeless, swinging side to side.

Your fate isn’t as unusual as it may seem. No one truly gets out of Dawn, always bound to come back to take over the family business. Anyone stupid enough to move here sees the horror not long after, but it’s too late. Bound to the town and the town bound to them.

You breathed in and out, but the sound of motorcycles couldn’t find their way out of your ears. Was is a coincident that you heard the roar of their bikes more often this past week, or just your imagination.

Along with fear, a sense of responsibility and purpose raged within you. Somewhere in you. A purpose to teach him just how cruel the devil can be. What you have can be taken away from you.

Revenge is as sweet as strawberry jam.

Fun isn’t written very big in Dawn and unfortunately the only place to get wasted is the club house on the outskirts of town. A place full of the Howling Commandos, their wife’s, claimed women and men with a death wish written on their throat.

You let Lana in, leading her to the living room. A modest house, but a house, nonetheless. She sat next to you; her legs crossed. Two glasses were filled with red wine.

You handed Lana a glass, taking a big gulp of your own, eyes studying your friend with caution. It became harder to read her emotion, her face tainted by the horrors pushed upon her.

“How’s peter?” You asked between sips. A question to steer away from the million questions you had in your head instead.

“Oh, yeah he’s doing ok. He’s finally learned how to make a Bouquet.”

Peter started working at the flower shop a few weeks ago, revealing himself to be skilled in the field, a true eye for the delicate petals. A young man you wished she would’ve caught an interest in.

“But he’s been getting a little too nosy about the bikers,” her eyes watered, a sigh escaping your lungs. “he asked about him today.”

“Oh, Lana.” You pulled her side towards you, encasing her with your arms.

A knock on the door interrupted her quiet sobs, her big brown eyes staring into yours, a glimmer of fear hidden behind the glassy tears. Your feet carried you towards the door, hands shaking slightly as you turned the doorknob.

A man you recognise only by the patch on the shoulder of his leather jacket. A stern look mixed with boredom. A glance down to his hand and you saw the small brown package.

“For you.” A wicked smile spread on his grey bearded face.

You slowly reached your hand out to take the package away from him. The small bundle of brown paper rested in your hands. The man turned his back to you waling off to his motorcycle.

You stared at the package, backing away from the door after closing it. A twist in your stomach and you knew this wasn’t good, not in the slightest.

Lana walked over to you; questions written on her face.

Your senses kicked in, only now realising that the package is warm. A warmth spreading over your hands, but a cold shiver running down your spine.

You set the package down on the counter of the small kitchen. A look over to Lana and you untied the bow with caution. The brown paper loosened itself and from it oozed a stench of blood. As the layers were pulled away from the mysterious item, the brown turned red.

A gag from Lana and a shrill scream from you as the paper was pushed away. A heart revealed itself, bloody and fresh.

Lana looked to you teary eyed, a hand covering her mouth. You swallowed stepping away from the heart.

“You know what this means, right?” Lana whispered, barely audible enough to bounce off the walls. A shake from your head and Lana removed her hand from her face. “When one of- one of them sends you the heart of a deer- it uh- it’s kind of like a claim of the woman’s heart.”

If you weren’t so disgusted by the sight of the object and the stench of blood filling up the kitchen, you would have laughed at the ridiculousness. You lifted the corners of the paper, heart pounding, hoping to find the name.

Bucky Barnes.

There it stood in tar black ink. You didn’t know what you expected, but you hoped it would be any other name. But the gift is his’, a claim on your heart and your name.

[ part two ]

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yourcoffindoor · 5 years ago

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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together? thank you so much xxx”

AN: This is a multi-part series--I couldn’t help myself! Also, I based this fic around something Gerard said in a Rolling Stone interview:

Hope its ok Anon! enjoy!

You had dreamed of this moment since you first picked up a guitar. Back then it felt like an impossible fantasy, being on stage with your band, playing in front of a crowd of screaming fans; which is why it felt so surreal when your manager Tim told you that your band, The Violent Delights, had booked Warped Tour.

"June 18th," he told you with a satisfied grin, "you're in for the long haul, kids."

Your band-mates let out a collective shriek of joy, while you planted a grateful kiss on Tim's cheek.

"You're an OK manager, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, dramatically wiping his cheek where your lips had been. "Now you guys better get practicing. This is a good opportunity to really get your name out there. Plus you got some real popular acts to compete with."

Your interest was peaked. "Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Off the top of my head? Fall Out Boy, Dropkick Murphys, and I think a band called My Chemical Romance."

"Oh shit, My Chem?" your bassist, Gavin, piped up excitedly. "That's the band I'm always trying to get Y/N to listen to."

"I'll have to finally borrow their last album," you replied, "gotta scope out the competition after all." Gavin rolled his eyes while you laughed.

Your manager got serious. "It's three months on the road, and its gonna take a lot of energy and hard work. Quite frankly, it ain't glamorous."

"Tim, when have we ever been glamorous? I wouldn't care if it were a 12 month tour," you declared, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." Liz, your drummer, nodded in agreement beside you.

"You might be singing a different tune when you haven't had a shower in three days."

"As long as I'm singing it in front of an audience, we'll be fine."

* * *

Back at your apartment you marked June 18th on your calendar with a star, feeling invigorated with excitement all over again. This was it, you thought, the next level for our band. You were determined to give it your very best, outperforming every other band there.

After all, you had worked so hard to get to this point. Starting in friend's basements and tiny cafes, the band had slowly built up a sizable following of loyal fans. You were no longer the opening act, drawing sell out crowds more often than not. You made a promise to yourself that the band wasn't going to lose this momentum. There would be no distractions for you on this tour, just hard work and the thrill of performing. That meant no parties, and absolutely no boys. You weren't ready for another relationship, you told yourself, especially since the last one ended in disaster.

Yes, this was the moment the band had been waiting for. You let the warm excitement that this knowledge brought envelope you, and you lay your head down on your pillow, falling asleep to fantasies of what lay ahead.

* * *

Its a long road from Maryland to Ohio. Columbus was the first stop of the tour, which meant your band had 6 and a half hours to go over the set-list, make adjustments discuss their hopes and fears for the three month experience. Gavin gave you a few CDs to listen too, including My Chemical Romance's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had heard their first album ages ago and enjoyed it, but there was something incandescent to the music you were hearing now. It stirred a whirlwind of heavy emotion, and you were enthralled from beginning to end. You made a mental note to see them perform at Warped as soon as possible.

When your bus arrived at its destination, you felt the unwelcome buzz of nerves building in your stomach. This was real, you thought, this was happening. You were used to performing at this point, but it was the amount of people you'd be performing for that was nerve-wracking. Not to mention the fellow artists who may be watching and judging your sound. You breathed deep and tried to push past the nervous thoughts that hummed incessantly around your head like insects.

Your band-mates were buzzing about with excitement, but you needed to distract yourself. Fresh air always helped settle you, so you grabbed your shoes and decided to go for a walk around the venue.

It looked almost like a circus with all the trailers and tents that had quickly populated the surrounding area. Merch stands and catering tents were being organizes as dozens upon dozens of vans and trailers pulled in. There were already a few fans camped outside of the chain-link fence that surrounded the area, eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite artists.

You kept wandering, and you saw that a band was being interviewed in the media tent. There were five of them, each holding a microphone; but one member, a dark haired boy, was doing most of the talking. He was cute, you thought, and your stomach did little flips watching him respond to the questions that were being asked.

You watched a little bit longer from a distance, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Gavin and Liz, who had been doing a bit of exploring as well.

"Hey, there you are! I was talking to a few people by the catering tent. They said some bands are having a party on their buses later tonight, we should check it out." Gavin informed you excitedly.

You hesitated. No parties. "I dunno, I want us to be in good condition to perform tomorrow."

Liz chimed in. "All work and no play, Y/N. C'mon, it'll be a great chance to make some connections with other bands."

"If you don't come with us," Gavin pronounced dramatically, "we'll be far too devastated to perform tomorrow." His hand went to his forehead, as though he was about to faint.

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Pretty please?" Liz stuck her lower lip out pathetically.

"With sugar on top?" Gavin added.

You glanced at the black haired boy in the distance. Maybe he'd be there, a small voice in your head piped up.

"Ugh Fine! But I'll only stay for a little bit."

Satisfied, the pair stopped harassing you, and left you to continue wandering, promising to meet up with them later.

* * *

People spilled out from open trailers as music blared from an unknown source in the background. Some were already far gone, stumbling from place to place, or lying on the ground blacked out.

You followed Gavin inside one of the trailers. You watched as he interacted with the strangers inside with ease, a trait you envied. He managed to find you both drinks, and you grabbed the mystery beverage, sculling it in hopes that it would numb your nervousness. You may have been a great performer onstage, but offstage it was easy for your social anxiety to take the wheel.

Gavin began to walk away, ignoring your whispered pleas not to leave you. Fuck. It always felt awkward to not know anyone at a party. You clutched your red cup like a life jacket keeping you afloat in a sea of drunken strangers.

A man approached you out of nowhere, the smell of alcohol emanating from every pore on his body.

"You look lonely." He leered at you expectantly.

"Then it seems like you need glasses. I'm just fine on my own."

He laughed. "Ooo! I like you. You've got spunk. Name's Brent, guitarist from Midnite Heist."

"Can't say I've heard of you guys."

Brent was either oblivious to your indifference, or just chose to ignore it. "So how'd you end up at this party?"

"I'm in a band on the tour too. Lead singer actually."

"No way! That's awesome, we need more talented eye candy on this tour."

You screamed internally while he droned on, tuning him out as you continued to sip from your fast emptying cup.

You scanned the room, watching people laugh and dance. Your stomach suddenly flipped again as you noticed the black haired boy from this afternoon, solemn faced and quiet, silently nursing a diet coke in his hands. He was clearly not having a good time. The guitarist who had been talking you up soon saw you looking at the sullen figure and turned his attention towards him, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Gerard fucking Way!" he bellowed, carelessly sloshing his drink as he waved him over, causing a stream of alcohol to fall to the floor below.

Gerard seemed to hesitate before walking over. "It's been awhile man," he said softly. His eyes, a warm hazel, flicked to you repeatedly as he spoke. "you here for the whole tour this time?"

Brent laughed, his sobriety dangling by a thread. "Yeah, but still not up on the main stage, unlike you big-shots." he said, punching Gerard in the arm. Gerard offered a crooked smirk in return, his patience already wearing thin. Brent nudged you in the arm. "This is Y/N, her band is new to Warped. I told her I'd show her the ropes." He grinned at you. Ugh.

Gerard seemed to sense your discomfort. "Welcome, nice to see a new face around."

Brent interrupted before you could respond. "How come you're wasting time with a coke? I would've expected you to be the first one wasted here."

Gerard's jaw clenched, and you cringed internally at the sheer awkwardness of the encounter. "I'm sober now," he informed Brent, "I don't touch that shit anymore."

Brent laughed dismissively. "Dude, you? Do you even remember the last Warped tour? I'll give it 2 days before you're lying face down in the bushes again." he laughed as if he had just said something hilarious.

You were livid, and Gerard was on edge. You decided to step in when you noticed his knuckles turn white from clenching his coke can.

You moved slightly, ready to get between them. "Hey you know what? I'd really love a coke right now too. Mind showing me where they are?" you looked pleadingly at Gerard. He took the hint.

"Follow me."

You gave a curt wave to Brent, who looked on in confusion before continuing his drinking binge.

You stepped outside, and the sounds from the party behind you became a faint, thumping buzz in the background. You were both silent for a moment before you decided to break the ice.

"So that guy was a dick."

Gerard's scowl turned into a thin, lopsided smirk. Your heart melted a bit. "Yeah. I just realized some of these people are only tolerable when I'm drunk."

Stop. Move away. You don't need a distraction like this. You tried to scold yourself but words kept escaping from your lips, prolonging the encounter.

"This is my first time doing Warped Tour, but I'm assuming these parties are pretty much never-ending?"

Gerard pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Oh yeah, its every night for some of these bands. You're in for an interesting experience." You looked at him for a moment, perhaps for a bit too long. You had never seen anyone look so beautiful while surrounded by clouds of smoke.

"Yoohoooo! Y/N!" you heard the hollering of a clearly tipsy Gavin call from the doorway of the next trailer. "Where'd you go? The night is young! Get back here!"

You sighed. "That's my cue. Well actually that's my bassist, but he'll never let me live it down if I don't go back in there."

Gerard turned his head to the side and exhaled. "Catch you around. Next time you need rescuing from a douche-bag just light the bat signal."

You gave him a soft smile, forcing yourself to turn away and walk back to the trailer. As you did, you whispered aloud to yourself as a reminder:

"No distractions. No boys."

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 167 prt 1

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Having Coran come, both Lance and Curtis were now asleep on the sofa. With a little quintessence manipulation, Curtis was asleep in moments, Coran feeling it the best option in light of his episode during the night. Lance’s quintessence had been manipulated too, though Coran had done that for pain reasons. Massaging Lance’s lower back, the sounds the vampire made verged on pornographic as the pain was eased leaving Lance falling asleep naturally against him. Keith cuddling him close, knowing he was going to be sad about Curtis leaving with Shiro and Coran after what Lance would deem a short visit. It was enough to make a man’s head ache, though that might also be due to a lack of sleep and paint fumes from getting a bit carried away with his brother and their quest for perfectly painted walls.

Sitting on the coffee table, Shiro had his head in his hands. Matt hadn’t teased him at all, and without Matt’s teasing things felt tense. Keith wished he knew how to break the tension, yet he also knew Shiro might just snap if one of them tried to. Rieva had gone for a run to work off her anger over the situation. Like him, she wasn’t so much mad at Curtis, just more shocked none of them had heard him make such a mess. The blood had stained, ruining Lance’s kitchen table. Lance assured him it’d happened before and he’d take care of it, but they wouldn’t have to take care of it if the demon wasn’t so close to the surface thanks to fucking Honerva. She was just the gift that kept on giving, even from the grave.

Curtis blamed himself entirely, yet remembered nothing about being in the kitchen and destroying anything. Krolia had it from Lance, but everything in the fridge had been coated with blood, the only things surviving were the things inside the containers. Forgetting that she’d made Lance a cup of tea, his boyfriend was spared as Keith’s caffeine deprived brain had him scull back the tea. It wasn’t until he’d drained the mug that he found it was both tea and salt had been added instead of sugar. His mother needed reading lessons from what he could tell. The sugar lived in the sugar canister that clearly read “Sugar”. She would have had to move away from the sugar to find the cooking salt in the spice rack. Keith couldn’t be completely angry at her. She’d totally stepped up. Calmly they’d cleaned the kitchen to as close to Lance’s standards as they could get it, happily pottering around in a way that reminded him of Mami. When he thought like that, it only made sense that Lance would turn to her for maternal comfort. Part of him absolutely hated cleaning up Curtis’s mess, but for him to be there doing it really did show him that Lance could turn to him and that’s all he wanted.

“We should leave”

Shiro’s words hurt. His brother sounded defeated. Manipulating Curtis’s quintessence had been at Curtis’s request. The man didn’t trust himself to be awake, though Lance kept trying to tell him that these things happen. Matt backed him up over how easy it was to let your ego slip and do something you didn’t mean to, but for Curtis it seemed to be the ultimate betrayal to ever do anything against Lance. Lance hadn’t had the best start with Curtis, they both thought the other one hated them and Keith clearly remembered how upset that made his boyfriend. Now the pair were as thick as thieves. They’d both tried to protect each other in an impossible situation. A situation he still hadn’t brought any closer to a resolution for Lance as he still hadn’t let him go to the house.

Maybe it was the time with him mum spent cleaning, but it stirred up the memory of his first kill. He’d wanted to go back. He’d forgotten about it seeing how many times he’d had to kill since. Or maybe it was the way Lance looked at his kitchen once it’d been cleaned, relief like a burden lifted making his boyfriend smile.

“I think that is a very good idea number one. To think the demon would act so violently in the presence of kin. Had I known, I would have come myself with you”

Keith didn’t get the “kin” bit. Was it because demons came from hell and Lance had a close connection with the darkness and death? Sighing to himself more than anything, he replied

“You didn’t. None of us did. Look, Lance gets it, and if he wasn’t pregnant I would be okay with you guys staying... but when I think about him hurting Lance I can’t. Not just because of Lance and our twins, but because Curtis would never forgive himself. I’m sorry, Shiro. You’ve been so patient with Lance...”

“I get it. I wouldn’t want a demon around my pregnant boyfriend either”

Shiro sounded bitter, Keith’s heart hurting a fresh for his brother

“It’s not... you guys are never not welcome here. Curtis isn’t in a good place mentally and I don’t want him going through something worse. Coran, will the summoning still happen?”

“Three days time. I’ve cleared the lowest level of VOLTRON. The seals and charms are in place, yet there’s an ingredient or two that are still brewing”

“Can we be there?”

Coran shook his head

“I’m sorry. The only ones allowed in the chamber will be Allura, myself, Curtis and Shiro”

His brother hadn’t told him that bit

“Shiro?”

“He will anchor Curtis’s soul to the realm as the demon is summoned. For someone like you and Lance to be there would upset your bonds with each other. You may stay on an upper floor during the summoning, but I cannot allow you down to that level”

“Is that because you keep saying Lance and I are soulmates?”

“Yes. Your souls are so tightly linked it is very remarkable. I do not take manipulating his quintessence today lightly. Even though it alleviated his pain, there is a still a slight disturbance. You surely noticed the physical changes you have gone through by his side”

“The physical?”

“Increased stamina. Overly protective. You notice his scent that others would miss. The love you share is woven down to the base of your very being. All of you are remarkably connected with your quintessence. Even you Shiro. The demon’s own quintessence is leaking freely. We will grasp it by this quintessence and pull it into our plain before banishment to the demon realm”

Hang on

“Is it safe to do that? Won’t Shiro be hurt?”

Coran huffed, hand coming up to brush his long orange hair back from his face with a smirk

“A low level demon holds nothing against a fae”

Did Coran just totally brag about being a fae? Keith didn’t know what to say about that. Coran was cooky and hooky, but all he ever bragged about was Allura and Lance... and his adventures in his youth

“No need to stare, number two! We’ll get this pesky demon dealt with, then start planning the wedding!”

“Who’s wedding? What?”

“Shiro’s and Curtis’s of course! Now, we really should leave. I estimate Curtis won’t rouse for several more hours, plenty of time to get located in VOLTRON, all nice and snug as a bug. Oh, I have something for Lance the next time you two pop in!”

Coran stated Shiro’s sudden up coming wedding with such certainty that Shiro gaped at him. Keith felt like saying “Welcome to the club”, where all their friends were off in la-la land and people suddenly got married after ridiculously short spans dating. Instead the hunter carefully shook Lance’s shoulder

“Babe, Shiro and Curtis are leaving. You wanna say bye, right?”

Lance nodded as he yawned. His boyfriend tangling himself in the blanket as he moved suddenly to hug Shiro, half falling off the sofa as he did. Sucking his lips in, Keith bit the top one lightly to keep from laughing as Lance all but climbed up Shiro’s legs before wrapping his arms around his waist. Shiro’s expression was a kind of resigned sigh if a sigh could be an expression

“Lance?”

“He’ll be alright... I’m not mad at him, but if you need anything you better call me or I’m going to be sad”

Shiro’s moves were jerky as he placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t you dare apologise. He didn’t mean to and I won’t have anyone saying he did on purpose. We’re a pack and our pack mate just needs a little more attention right now”

Shiro tilted his head, Keith snorting at his brother who seemed a few moments behind as his brain short circuited over “wedding”

“He means we’re family. And family rely on each other. He’s right though. If you don’t ask for help or call me, I’m throwing all your bobble heads out”

That got Shiro kicked into gear. Sliding his hand down, his brother leaned forward to hug Lance the best he could

“Thank you”

“Curtis is “Dude-bro” for life. So are you. I wish you guys could have stayed longer, but right now Curtis can’t handle the stress and paranoia. Make sure you tell him I won’t watch any of our shows without him. We’re going to have a marathon once that demon fucks off”

Shiro chuckled

“I’ll be sure to”

“And make sure he knows that I’m not mad. I know I told him and I’ll keep telling him, but it’s really important you remind him that none of us are. I know from personal experience”

“I’ll make sure he knows”

“And make sure you eat. And shower. And sleep. And call Keith. Like three times a day”

Lance was getting bossy in all the right ways. His tone taking on the tone he usually used when scolding them for their misbehaviour

“I will. You make sure you get some rest”

“I’m gonna. Gonna make Keith take a nap too. I want to work on the nursery with you guys properly... and get photos of uncle Shiro hard at work”

“Sounds good, kiddo. We’ll see you in a few days”

“I really wish you didn’t have to go”

“I know. Next time we’ll stay longer”

“Good. Okay, babe, I think I’m stuck between your brother’s legs”

That wasn’t happening. Lance was his boyfriend and he wasn’t sharing. Shuffling forward on the sofa, Keith pulled on Lance’s shoulders, Lance letting himself be pulled up as he put a little vampire strength in it, winding up in Keith’s lap suddenly. Leaning back, Lance sighed at him

“Sorry. My strength is playing up again”

“Don’t be sorry. Aren’t you going to say goodbye to the others?”

“Yeah. Thanks for coming out Coran, and Krolia, thanks for helping with the kitchen. You’re welcome to come stay any time you want to”

“Don’t tell her that, she might never leave”

Lance giggled at him. His boyfriend was definitely the wrong side of sleepy

“That’s okay with me. She’s part of our pack too. And so’s Coran”

Patting Lance’s leg, Keith felt he should probably be polite

“I know. Let me up and I’ll show them to the door”

“No need, number two. We’ll see ourselves out. Make sure you two take it easy. You’ll be back at work next week, and I’m afraid you’ll have to hit the ground running”

Keith groaned deeply. Work. Ugh. Lance shook his head at him

“None of that. I’m proud of you, babe. The world needs a hot grizzled manly hunter out there”

With his heart going stupid, Keith blushed hard. Mouth opening and closing as he didn’t know what to say. He was having a thought and having a thought that meant having to do a thing that wasn’t doing the do. He just knew it felt like the right thing to do... but first he needed to do the sleep.

“Baaaaabe. Babe, wake up...”

Scrunching his eyes tightly closed, Keith tried not to be awake. He’d been awake with his eyes closed for a little while now. Hand resting on Lance’s belly as his boyfriend kissed his cheek. Tomorrow was the doing day. Feeling Lance’s hand slide down to his underwear, being awake didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. Wrapping his arm around Lance, he hugged his boyfriend close, Lance laughing softly at him

“Having fun?”

“Mmm... I want to suck your dick. But only if you’re down for that”

“I think I’m up for that”

They’d both felt down with Shiro, Curtis, Krolia, and Coran leaving. Rieva apologised for her aggression, but the mood kind of felt somber all day. Writing off the day they’d gotten pizza from Sal’s before both couples curled up in the living room for some mindless TV in the middle of the night. The following morning Lance was on the phone to Hunk when Keith finally forced himself out of bed. Somehow the pair had managed to spend the last two hours on the phone. Hunk had everything explained to him, Lance’s mood much better for it. Their walking ray of sunshine had brought comfort food, the day spent having some seriously serious gaming in which Lance took no prisoners murdering zombies, while Keith seemed to only get himself murdered in game. Keith knew most of it was for his benefit, seeing he really couldn’t stop thinking about Shiro, and appreciated the thought. Thinking about what he had planned, Keith had coaxed Lance to bed early, now he seemed to be paying the price.

Smiling at him, Lance moved to straddle his waist. Normally he was the one initiating things, when Lance wasn’t in heat, but Lance could be a horny little shit and he loved when he was. God. This was most definitely the best way to wake up. Moving his hands to his boyfriend’s hips, Lance leaned down to kiss him, Keith having to lean up thanks to his boyfriend’s belly. Deciding three quick pecks were enough, his boyfriend drew back with a smirk. Running his finger down Keith’s chest, Lance pouted at him

“Babe, if I told you you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?”

“I don’t know... Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you”

“I hope you know CPR, you’re taking my breath away”

“Babe, you’re already dead”

Lance sighed as he shook his head, that pout coming back

“Here I was trying to be alluring. Now you’re saying I’m a stiff with a stiffy?”

“Yep... but your arse is seriously out of this world”

“Keep that up and you’re going the right way for a spanked bottom, Keith Kogane”

Raising an eyebrow, he could kind of support that

“Do you promise?”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Suck me off?”

“Maybe I’ll eat you out... take my time to enjoy this meal beneath me”

“Oh, so now I’m a snack?”

“I’ll snack on you!”

Leaning down, Lance bared his fangs. Keith laughing as his boyfriend pretended to be a mindless vampire, nomming at thin air

“Babe! Babe... I thought you wanted to be sexy”

Pulling back, Lance nodded at him. Keith trying to compose himself

“I do. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now”

“What?”

“This. Us. You beneath me...”

Oh. Keith blinked, not sure he was getting what Lance wasn’t saying. Did his boyfriend want to fuck him and was settling with sucking him off? Or was Lance content with sucking him off? He didn’t bottom because he didn’t enjoy the sensation. Lance was pretty content bottoming... more than content, yet he also knew his boyfriend had other needs. Not to just be fucked but to be the one doing the fucking. That’s why the pocket pussy lived within hands reach. It was their compromise. Silently agreed upon to help Lance cope with his vampire ego’s desire to be on top.

“Babe, there’s no need to look so confused. If you’re not into it, that’s fine”

“No. No... I’m definitely into it, and I’d like to be in you... I just... Do you want me to do anything?”

His words failed to say what he wanted them to say

“I want to touch you. That’s what I want”

“But what about you?”

“I want tonight to be about you. I want you to fall apart and I want to taste you...”

Keith liked when pleasure was a two way street. Sometimes it was about just scratching that itch, yet even then they never left each other wanting. He didn’t feel ashamed in loving Lance, nor ashamed of loving Lance. Unlike Coran he couldn’t believe in soulmates. But he did believe that Lance was the only one he wanted for the rest of his life. And shit if his brain power hadn’t shorted out at his boyfriend’s words

“I better not keep you waiting then”

“Thanks for the meal!”

His boyfriend was an idiot.

His boyfriend was an idiot with a very skilled mouth... and Keith was an idiot lost to his skills. Tearing off Keith’s underwear, literally, Lance hooked his legs over his shoulders and buried himself between them without a moments hesitation. Lance might be a good God fearing vampire, but the things he did were utterly sinful. Starting off by sucking him, Keith moaned as Lance hollowed his cheeks, taking him right to the base like he was born to. His lover’s hands on his legs, lulling him into total bliss before his eyes were shooting wide at the thumb rubbing against his opening. Chuckling around his dick, his boyfriend pulled off leaving a trail of saliva and precum the tip of Keith erection to Lance’s perfect little lips

“Relax for me, baby. I’m going to eat you out”

That didn’t require a thumb there. For a moment Keith wondered if he should maybe be ashamed with his legs hanging open, leaving everything on display... but this was Lance, who’d seen it all before. With a single stiff nod of permission, his boyfriend smiled down at him

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to eat you out then suck you off for dessert. You taste so fucking good... just relax for me and let me take care of you... look at you... you’re so damn beautiful, babe”

Fisting their sheets, Keith lost it. The heat pooled in his belly was bordering painful. His dick dribbling precum that pooled at the bend of his body. Lance’s tongue working the taunt rim of his opening, no where he ever expected to enjoy a tongue so much. The pleasure building so badly that he knew a single touch against his straining erection would have him coming apart. This was what Lance did to him. He drew out all his deepest carnal desires and stripped his human form to that of the hungry beast inside. Damn... that tongue... he didn’t care that Lance’s teeth would occasionally press against his skin when that tongue was magical

“Babe... fuck... I want to come”

The hunger in Lance’s eyes sent a shiver down his spine as his boyfriend pulled back

“You can come any time you want”

He was wired too, but that wiring wasn’t quite there with being eaten out tonight. Underneath the fog in his brain, he kept thinking about Lance’s needs. His wishes... how maybe if his tongue felt so fucking good that he could cry, then maybe something bigger wouldn’t be bad

“I want you...”

“You want me to do what?”

“Touch me more...”

Lance nodded, moving Keith’s legs apart a little more before sinking his mouth back over Keith’s dick. Keith’s hand shot to grab Lance by the hair. The muscles of his inside thighs and stomach jumping and twitching as he tried not to come

“Not like that... in me... I want to... try”

Lance backed off completely. Keith’s orgasm still so damn close that it hurt, but his boyfriend’s behaviour had him confused. Did Lance not want to try... that?

“Babe?”

“Sorry... I’m... you want to...?”

“I know you get urges too...”

Those were the wrong words. Lance immediately frowning at him. Why did his scent have to be damn addictive? And so very telling?

“I want to make you feel good... I don’t want you forcing yourself because you some how think I want it”

“It’s not that... I think I want to try that again with you”

Lance didn’t seem convinced. Running his hands down Keith’s thighs, the movement nearly pushed him to coming

“Not tonight. Tonight is about you”

“I think...”

“No more thinking. Let me make you come”

“But...”

“I know what you like, babe. Let me make you come in my mouth”

Shifting back, Lance lifted his legs again, sinking down around Keith’s erection with his eyes closed. He only got as far as drawing back before Keith was coming. Orgasm smashing through him as his toes curled as he grunted in pleasure.

Sucking him dry, Lance used his tongue to make sure he was completely clean before lowering his shaking legs. Climbing up to slump beside him, Keith’s chest heaved as he caught his breath, totally ready for a nap now. Staring at the ceiling, his left hand came up rest on his chest, heart racing like he’d run a marathon

“Shit... that... mouth of yours...”

Lance snorted at him, his baby bump pressing against the hunter’s arm. His bump... he loved that bump

“Feel good?”

“Criminally”

Lance sighed lightly as he kissed Keith’s shoulder

“I love you. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met”

Moving his arm, Keith wasn’t sure what he was trying to do with it seeing it was trapped against him. His hand brushed over Lance’s tenting sweats, but his boyfriend didn’t react

“Lay back...”

“‘Nah, I’m okay like this”

Lance was turning down a blow job? Not to brag but his boyfriend loved his blow jobs

“Babe...?”

“Not tonight. Tonight I wanted to touch you”

“Maybe I want to touch you?”

“It’s fine. I want to snuggle with you”

Okay. He could snuggle... he could also down a litre of water right about now. He was thirsty as heck

“I’m thirsty... I don’t know if my legs are going to hold me up”

“I can get you some water... I don’t mind. Actually, hold on and I’ll be right back”

Walking around with an erection didn’t feel great. Keith had plenty of experience with that... as Lance moved away from him, Keith propped himself up. He didn’t want to force Lance into anything, but he didn’t know why he didn’t want him to touch him too. His lover hadn’t even taken his pants off. Even when Keith’s lavished attention on Lance’s body, his boyfriend then insisted on lavishing him as much in return... unless he’d fallen asleep right after coming. Now he had a conundrum and no dust bunnies to run the wheel until a logical thought was churned out.

Coming back to bed, Lance smiled at him as he passed him the glass of water. Keith had heard the toilet flush, his boyfriend never got a break from having to pee

“Thanks, babe”

“You’re welcome”

Leaning over, Lance kissed his forehead. Keith very much naked on display, yet Lance wasn’t looking. Getting up from the side of the bed, his boyfriend walked around, rather than simply climbing over him to get to his side. Pulling the covers up, he left Keith to cool. Still heated and sweaty from being blown into the next dimension. Wriggling himself into place, Lance wrapped his arm around him.

Placing the glass on the bedside table, Keith slid down into his spot, kissing the top of Lance’s head

“You good, babe?”

“Mhmm... brushed my teeth”

Lance tilted his head up, blowing across Keith’s face, before nuzzling into his chest

“See, minty fresh”

“I can tell... you sure you’re okay?”

“Mhmm...”

Keith tried to let it slide, but he couldn’t

“Babe... why didn’t you want to do me?”

Lance sighed at him, fingers sliding up to sit lightly curled on Keith’s stomach

“I wanted to make you feel good. You don’t like bottoming and that’s okay”

“But I wanted to try it”

“And I wanted to focus on making you feel good... did I not make you feel good?”

Shit. Abort. Things were going sideways

“No. No, babe. It felt very very good. It felt so good that I thought maybe I wouldn’t mind something bigger”

“Mmm, I know one finger is your limit... I don’t mind”

“But you didn’t want me to...”

“Keith, I love you. I love you and I’m sleepy. I wanted to touch you. I wanted to make you feel every bit as loved as you are”

“But I love sucking your dick”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncestupidtwicestupid #ashratherose

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lichen-thr0pe · 3 years ago

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#day of the dead #dia de los muertos #dia de muertos #skeleton frollic #sugar sculls

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stuckonjbbarnes · 5 years ago

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Hella Feelings {7/?}

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter Seven with @valkyriesryde THRIVING

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, implied sex

Word Count: 3457

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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“HOLLY DID YOU TURN ON THE CURLING WAND?” Vanessa yells from her vanity, adding a few more coats of mascara and setting her makeup one last time.

“ITS BEEN ON FOR THE LAST 20 MINUTES.” Holly yells back from her spot in the kitchen while she continues to stir together a cocktail for herself. There’s no reason pre-drinks can’t be a little fancy.

“Quit yelling at me” Vanessa giggles, poking her tongue out and walking into the bathroom.

"Bitch you just..."

"Hey so what's up with you and Sam?" Vanessa pokes her head out from the bathroom and Holly sculls the cocktail she just made while making direct eye contact with Vanessa and then turning to the sink.

"What's up with you and Bucky?" Holly tries to distract Nessa but her mind is in full panic. What is up with Sam and I? We got food that one time but he's barely talked to me since. Did I do something wrong? Does he not like me anymore? Am I a bad kisser?

"That's not how this works I asked first!" something about her and Bucky????????

"Funny that, are you ready yet?"

"WOMAN STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT!" Nessa stops her movement in a huff and yells out the door again.

"NO!" She stomps her foot and starts making another drink.

“ATLEAST MAKE ME ANOTHER COCKTAIL TOO.”

“Fine...but hurry up?”

“I’m nearly done.” Vanessa sticks her tongue out, pinning back a few curls as Holly disappears down the hall

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Near the bar, Steve and Sam are talking while they wait on drinks, "How many coherent sentences have you said to this girl?"

"Including or excluding the history of sugar?"

"Excluding..." Steve amends.

"20 tops."

"Jesus Fuckin Christ... I thought you were smooth. What the hell?" Steve smacks Sam’s chest and he holds up his hands smirking.

"But tonight! Tonight I'm gonna get that ass to be mine"

“You can’t refer to women as asses… we’ve talked about this” Bucky groans, joining the pair.

"Have you seen her ass?! I want to bite it...I need it in my life like I need air to breathe!”

“What about you Bucky? How’re things with Vanessa?” Steve asks, shooting Sam a weird look.

“She hasn't talked to me all week. But she did smile at me when I saw her on campus.”

"Now tell him what you did next." Sam grins.

"I waved and walked into a lamp post.." Bucky frowns, taking his drink from the bar.

“YOU DUMBASS.” The other two cry, causing his cheeks to burn.

"Who's a dumbass?" Sam yelps at Holly who just appears by his side.

“Sam is.” Bucky grins but it falters when he realizes Vanessa isn’t behind Holly.

After a pause Holly nods over her shoulder, “Nessa ran into MJ and Pete at the door..she’s here you idiot. But she’s already pretty buzzed.”

Bucky kind of lets out a breath because at least she’s here...then he catches a glimpse of pink before realizing its Vanessa. Holy hell she looks amazing and she’s laughing at something Steve just told her…

Bucky isn’t even sure when Steve got over there but he feels something...jealousy? Yes. Nessa is his girl..not Steve’s. He’s grumpy now, as he heads over to get another drink. The bartender passes a glass of some sort of cocktail to him and he drains it quickly, signaling for another.

“I’ll have what he’s having.” Bucky looks beside himself, knees nearly buckling at the sight of Vanessa right next to him.

“Hello Barnes...James, Barnes.” She giggles, looking up at him and he felt a genuine smile coming on.

“Hi Nessa.” He watches as she drinks the cocktail almost as fast as he had, she looks good, if not a little buzzed.

“Do you..er want to dance?” Bucky asks nervously, his eyes on his now empty glass.

Vanessa puts on her best resting bitch face and shrugs, “why not?”

Bucky starts walking pausing as Vanessa says “Here hold this.” And puts her hand in his, looking satisfied. He chuckles at that and snaps her body close as a jazzy slow song starts up. She looks up with wide eyes but relaxes, as he sways her to the beat.

“You can dance!” Vanessa is impressed and a little thrilled, as Bucky sweeps her across the dance floor.

“I may have taken some lessons.” He shrugged but he’s secretly thanking his mother for making him take lessons. She was right, they did come in handy.

“Just don’t step on my feet.” Bucky looks down and barely spots her bare toes at the hem of her dress.

“Where are your shoes?” She just shrugs, spinning under his arm.

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Holly bumps Sam's shoulder after Bucky stalks off. He bumps her back and they stand there for a second awkwardly but happy.

"How are you a dumbass?" Holly fills the silence.

"Many reasons. But the first is not offering to get you a drink," she holds up the bottle in her hand at him and Sam grits his teeth and rocks on his feet.

"Already have one." He just wants to ram his head at a wall like god he's so dumb.

"Ahh right. Looks like Bucky is in Vanessa's good books again," he nods to the pair talking at the bar and feels a pang of jealousy when they hold hands and start dancing. Not that he wishes that were him with Vanessa but damn he wishes that was him with Holly.

Holly turns to look at Bucky and Vanessa and her hand brushes against Sam's, her pinkie circles around his thumb slightly. "Yea one look at him and she's putty in his hands."

"He's just as bad, he walked into a lamp post because he saw her the other day." Holly is still watching the pair dance and looking around the room but Sam's eyes are cast down on their fingers, he takes a deep breath and pulls her hand closer and slips his fingers in hers.

Holly keeps her head facing away from Sam and tries to bite back a smile as he takes a step closer to her and pulls her to his side, squeezing her hand.

"I'm honestly not surprised by that," she sucks in a breath when she turns to face him and realises he's much closer and looking right at her biting his lip.

"Sorry I've been MIA this week, had a test and then work," he keeps looking at her lips and he's talking softly so only she can hear. Holly nods along, she pushes against him a little further so they're chest to chest.

"Thought maybe I'd done something."

"You? Never, you're an angel" He's leaning in a little and Holly starts to freak out because they may have kissed before but she was very drunk and right now she's quite sober, thought a little tipsy.

"Do you want to dance?" She blurts out and Sam halts his movement and clears his throat.

"Oh uh yea sure."

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Vanessa smiles up at Bucky. As much as she wants to be mad at him, one look into his eyes and she’s back to square one. After a series of twirls, she leans into Bucky to steady herself. Looking anywhere but down at the girl in his arms, Bucky spots Sam and Holly dancing on the edge of the floor. Sam spots him and shoots a wink before Bucky goes back to swaying with Vanessa.

“You look handsome.” she finally says and god, he could just kiss her. Just as he’s about to follow through, the song fades out and an upbeat song takes its place.

“I need another drink!” Vanessa decides, pulling Bucky along with her.

Along the way, Holly and Sam join the pack and they shuffle to the bar. “SHOTS...please” Holly tells the bartender.

“What kind?” He replies, not having her shit.

“Fireball.” Vanessa smirks. “SPICY LIKE ME.”

This causes both guys to look between each other, eyebrows raised. The four cheers the shots, eventually taking three each. “Black dress...with the tights underneath…” Bucky watches Vanessa grin, her eyes going big and he can’t help but smile at her obvious excitement.

“HOLLY... BITCH... GET OVER HERE!”

“COMING!” Holly cries,running over.

The girls run to the dance floor in an open space jumping up and down and yelling.

“T-T-T-TONGUES, ALWAYS PRESSED TO YOUR CHEEKS. WELL MY TONGUE IS ON THE INSIDE OF SOME OTHER GIRLS TEETH.” The girls scream together, turning towards Sam and Bucky. The guys kind of just stare, jaws dropped, mirroring each other. Steve walks over with MJ and Peter.

“Oh no…” Peter groans.

“WHO requested this DAMN song?!” MJ shrieks.

But Bucky and Sam are now grinning like fools, watching their girls KILLIN IT. In the midst of the booming music, they can hear Nessa yell to Holly “TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND...IF HE SAYS HE’S GOT BEEF… THAT I’M A VEGETARIAN”

“AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ SCARED OF HIM!” Holly screams back, giggly and then the girls dance towards them and pull Steve to the dance floor.

The guys watch as both Nessa and Holly pretty much give Steve a lap dance, when the phrase “Shush girl, shut your lips. Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips” part happens. Bucky and Sam are both speechless and also a little jealous because errr that’s actually really hot, fuck. They give each other a side eye before jumping in and taking the girls for themselves.

“COME ON...IT’S MY BIRTHDAY.” Steve whines and crosses his arms, not moving from between the two couples that are dancing ON eachother. That is until the dancing gets borderline pornographic. Meanwhile Peter and MJ are watching the group.

“This is tragic...”

“Peter go request Despacito.” MJ cringes, watching him head up to the DJ.

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It’s a couple hours later, everything is spinning for Vanessa and she hasn’t left Bucky’s side at all.

“Okay, I think it’s time we get you home,” his arm is around her waist and if it wasn’t for the fact that this was what was keeping her from falling over her feet he’d let himself feel giddy, but she’s just drunk, that’s all this is.

“How about no.” Sam, who is currently leaning over the table and pointing a finger towards Bucky gives him a drunk but stern look. “I’m starving.”

“WE SHOULD GET MCDONALDS!” Holly starts jumping by his side and she’s grinning like a cheshire cat because McDonalds fries in a soft serve sounds so good right about now.

Sam and Holly are both jumping up and down yelling “MCDONALDS MCDONALDS” while Bucky rolls his eyes and Vanessa looks up at him.

“You’re so pretty” she murmurs and starts playing with his hair. Yup, it’s home time. “TELL ME IM PRETTy baCK.” She whines, definitely home time.

Bucky leads Vanessa into the back of a cab and attempts to buckle her in but the damn dress is too poofy and she’s making it so hard because she won’t sit still. He eventually gives up, instead wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, as she’s decided to sit in his lap instead of on the seat.

Vanessa sighs happily, resting her arms on top of his. “Bonky, you’re a great guy. I forgive you for messing with my emotions.”

Bonky?? Bucky misses the second part too confused by the nickname. “Shhh Nessa, go to sleep. We’ll be home soon.” She like nods, resting her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

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“That’s disgusting,” Sam watches Holly with disgust while she dunks four fries into a chocolate sundae and scoops up the ice cream then shoveling them into her mouth.

“Don’t knoth it tith you try it.” She swallows as Sam takes a massive bite out of his burger getting sauce all over his cheeks. Holly giggles and reaches over the table, she wipes the sauce from his cheeks and licks her finger. Sam swallows the lump in his throat watching her lick her thumb. This is fiiiiine

“McDonalds, McDonalds, I love McDonaldss” Holly is singing softly as she continues munching away at her food. Sam is watching her and he decides that he needs to start taking a tally of the amount of times he finds himself watching her in awe. But it’s just so easy because she’s so pretty and carefree, not caring about what anybody else thinks as she does a little dance along with her made up song.

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When the cab stops, Bucky, gently shakes Vanessa awake, setting her on the curb and she like blinks and a huge smile lights up her face.

“Hey Buck...how’d we get back here?”

“Magic.” He laughs, snaking his arm around her waist again.

“You know what’s magic?” she slurs, half-leaning into the beautiful blue-eyed man.

“What?” He smiles, eyes crinkling and pushes the button for the elevator.

“That my plants are still alive. Heaven knows I always forget to water them.” Bucky chuckles a little because holy shit, she’s the biggest dork even drunk.

“That is magic.” he agrees, watching her stare up at him.

“Now you tell me something magical.” She’s still looking up at him, with a passive smile.

“When I see you, I can picture a warm log cabin on a snowy day. I can smell the wood burning in the fire place and the fresh coffee in the kitchen waiting to be poured. I can hear you softly humming while reading a book by a big window because ‘it’s the best lighting, Bucky.’ And I feel at peace...everytime I see you. That’s magic to me.” Vanessa just gapes cause holy shit and then a nervous giggle bubbles out.

“I remind you of a house.” And Bucky has never wanted to strangle or kiss her more, as the doors open on her floor.

“Hmmm. You make me think of thunderstorms and burning candles and the smell of fresh baked snickerdoodles and a fuzzy kitten that does dumb things. But that’s not magic, Bucky.” Vanessa smiles, fiddling with the lock, pushing the door open and walking inside with Bucky. “That’s because I associate you with things that I like. OH, look, it’s the plants that never die.”

Bucky follows to where she’s pointing and grins, “Nessa. That’s a cactus...it doesn’t need- nevermind.” He quickly realizes they’re inside what he assumes is her bedroom, in the dark.

“OH! Are you staying?” Nessa asks, suddenly turning around.

“O-only if you want me to..” he tries not to stutter but he can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks, only getting worse when she doesn’t answer right away.

“Yeah...stay. I just...I don’t think any of my pajamas will fit you. Wait here.”

While Nessa disappears, Bucky takes a look around her room, lit by the hall light. Right away his eyes land on the book shelf filled with true crime novels and a dozen or so strictly about serial killers. Turning away, he looks at pictures all over the wall; some with Holly, others of Peter and MJ, and a multitude of baby pictures.

“I have pink pants...they might fit you.” Bucky jumps a little and takes in the monstrosity that Vanessa is holding up.

“I don’t need your pajamas.”

“Fine I’ll go look for something else.” She pouts, disappearing again.

“NESS I DON’T NEED PAJAMAS.”

“BUCKY YOU NEED PAJAMAS” She calls back.

“These?” She asks popping up with...extremely small shorts.

“Nessa...get into pajamas. I don’t need any.”

“FINE.” He can’t help but smile at how adorable she’s being.

“Drink this.” She pushes a water bottle into Bucky’s hand and drops some pills into the other.

Somehow Nessa had managed to take her hair out, make up off, and changed into a nightie and dear lord she looked even more amazing. Bucky could only assume she already had water and painkillers.

“It’s not poison..” She giggles and he knocks back the pills, while she crawls onto her bed.

“Are you going to come lay down or what?” Vanessa asks from under the puffy comforter and Bucky feels his cheeks heat yet again and heads toward the bed.

“At least take your clothes off. A suit is not proper sleep attire.” Vanessa giggles and then throws the comforter over her head.

“I’M NOT WATCHING I PROMISE.” But she like peeks, watching him undress in the semi-dark.

He finally climbs into the bed beside her and all she can think about is holy fuck, he’s in my bed and he’s practically naked and he looks so good and I bet his lips are soft. I should kiss him.

“What?” Bucky asks nervously, concerned by how Nessa is just staring.

“Kiss me, dammit!” She finally mumbles.

“What? No…” Bucky’s confused but also does not want to put her in a position where she wakes up and regrets it. Except oh fuck..she’s upset..shit..abort..come back. Kiss me!

Vanessa turns her back to him, the biggest pit forming in her stomach. I’m so stupid..he really doesn’t like me. I just screwed everything up. She cries quietly, trying not to make noise or shake the bed.

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“To the stairs!” Sam leaps towards the door to the stairway and pulls it open for Holly with a smile.

“But what about the elevator?” She asks but still walks through the door with Sam following after.

“Angel, if I go in that elevator right now I might vomit. I can’t have you seeing me in that state just yet.”

They walk up the stairs two at a time bumping shoulders and laughing the whole way up until they reach Sam’s floor and he pulls her into the hallway. No words are exchanged between them but Sam’s fingers drawing circles on the back of her hand is calming and Sam doesn’t plan on letting go.

"I had fun tonight did you?" He says when they reach his door and he’s leaning on the frame.

Holly laughs and shakes her head, "nah, too many people. I had fun with you though."

Sam feigns hurt until she mentions him and pokes his chest,his smile can’t grow any wider.

There’s a small pause, Sam shuffles on his feet, he wants to invite her in, wants to walk her upstairs but he’s not sure what she wants.

"I should probably go in."

Holly nods awkwardly, why won’t he kiss her? Is he going to invite her in? You know what, fuck this. Holly grabs the bottom of Sam’s jacket and pushes up onto her toes, Sam isn’t quite sure what’s going on until she just kisses him and then turns and walks off.

Sam is dumbfounded, that was what he was supposed to do?!

“Hey!” He runs up to her and pushes Holly against the wall, his hands are holding her jaw and his fingers are tangling in her hair when he kisses her like his life depends on it.

A throat clears in the hallway and Holly pushes Sam back slightly to see an old lady walking down the hall and into one of the apartments shaking her head.

“Judgemental old bat,” Sam mumbles but he’s too busy biting Holly’s neck and pulling her towards his door to give a crap.

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The next morning, Vanessa stirs and like her face isn’t on her silk pillowcase...that’s a man’s chest. THAT’S BUCKY’S CHEST... OH SHIT HE’S IN MY BED. She moves her head back to her pillow. Then parts of last night come back to her and she jumps a little, hearing “morning.” She glances over at him, kind of sad all over again.

“I’m sorry about the pajamas Ness...pink just isn’t my color.” This makes her giggle...because why is he talking about her pajamas?

“Oh god...I offered you pajamas, didn’t I” “Only 3 different times.” He smiles, checking for any signs that she’s still upset.

“So do you want breakfast?” Vanessa asks, not willing to make things awkward. They could just be friends, it didn’t even matter.

“You can cook?”

“Excuse me? I’m like Martha Stuart...minus the jail time.” She laughs, rolling out of the bed.

Bucky just shakes his head slightly, happy to see that she was okay. After a quiet breakfast of avocado toast topped with an egg and bacon, she walks Bucky to the door. He wonders if he should kiss her finally but settles on a long hug.

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Shit fuck crapstickles. Bad bad badddddd. Holly picks up the clothes that are scattered throughout the room while a sleeping...naked...Sam is sprawled out in the bed still. She tiptoes into the lounge and pulls on her skirt that was thrown over the back of the couch, puts on the heels that were kicked off by the door. Very bad.

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frangipanidownunder · 5 years ago

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Christmas Unwrapping: fic

Set after season 11, no baby. Fluff turns to smut. Started at the Tropefest workshop.

The boxes are in the attic, stacked in dusty piles. She pulls them down, one by one and by the time Mulder comes home with the tree, she’s unravelled the lights and tested them, found the star, and thrown out the broken candy canes. She’s certain she threw them out years before, but a memory filters through her mind.

Mulder digging through the garbage, retrieving the canes with a look of triumph on his face akin to his I’ve-seen-a-UFO-so-there expression, and challenging her on the ethics of throwing away plastic-wrapped sugar decorations.

“They’re out of date, Mulder,” she had said.

“But we’re not going to eat them, Scully. We just hang them. Why do we care about use-by dates on decorations? Will you be throwing out this bauble that looks like Skinner’s head after a few rounds in the ring, just because it says Christmas 1998?” He held it up to the light, twisting it this way and that. “Wasn’t that the year we went ghost-hunting? And by the way, that book you gave me, on the Taniwha, is one of my favourite reads, to this day.”

“The umbrella you gave me, with the four-leafed-clovers around the edge, broke in the first windstorm of the new year. So much for good luck omens.”

He’d chuckled then pulled an appropriately sad face. She didn’t tell him she’d kept the umbrella anyway, along with that blue hiking coat.

Now, he’s already filled the bucket with soil and she watches him plant the tree, pushing the earth with his fingers so that it compacts around the trunk. The tree is good, she thinks, assessing it. Symmetrical and solid, good colour, a silvery green with sturdy limbs. It reminds her of him in a way. Physically they’re both tall, strong (and his hair spikes at all angles when he’s fresh from the shower) but in an abstract way the tree represents him in her memories - all those trips around winding forest roads, his ever hopeful reaching out to the heavens, whether he’s being burnt in the sun or thrashed with rain, the way he clings to the search for the truth just as the trees cling to the earth they’re buried in, never moving an inch. Mighty resilience or sheer bloody-mindedness, she’s never quite worked out which one applies.

Taking the lights ready to start, she turns to see Mulder already hanging canes and candles and cones. “What are you doing?”

“Helping?” Surprise makes his voice a little shrill and the decoration he’s trying to hang – the little angel with the crooked halo - slips over the needles and swings freely back and forth.

“We start with the lights, Mulder.”

“There’s an order?”

“There is and this is.” She unhooks his decorations and hands them back to him. “Lights first.”

He salutes. Then proceeds to watch her as she winds the strings higher and higher. She’s tiptoeing and her sweater has come loose and the cold is playing across her lower back and he’s all arms crossed and smug satisfaction waiting, just waiting, for her to ask him for help. But she’s nothing if not proud. Her tongue is digging at the corner of her mouth as she lassos the lights around the top of the tree. She steps back, relieved for a brief second, then watches them unravel like a loose stitch.

“Need any help, Scully?”

“Nope,” she says, through clenched teeth, and tries again, stretching up as high as she can. Why did she kick off her boots at the door?

The end of the wire hooks around the top point of the tree but as she begins to wind them around, it slides down and before long she’s covered in fairy lights.

He shimmies over to her, smugly, takes the end of the wire in his hand, dangles it in front of her. “If I plug this in, Scully, maybe you could just stand there and I’ll hang the baubles from your limbs and...” His eyebrows dance suggestively as he looks down at her chest. His toes are pressed against hers and she can see his chest rising and falling, as he flirts with her and her patience. “Now, I’ll ask you again, do you need any help?”

Winding the wire around his hands, he loops it over her shoulders and pulls her even closer. He kisses the end of her nose, then her cheek, the spot in front of her ear that makes her nipples tighten, before sweeping his mouth along the line of her jaw. “Mizz Scull-tree, am I turning you on yet?”

She lets out the giggle and shakes her face free from his. “My lights are not twinkling, O Wise Man. You might have to try again.”

The bulbs chink on the floor as he lets them fall. He sweeps her up, hands cradled under her ass, and she hooks her feet around his waist. They stumble to the nearest wall where he counterbalances her weight against his, planting his feet apart and using his hips to prop her thighs. The sharp edge of his belt digs into her belly and she slides her hands down to remove it. Next, she tugs his Henley free and lets her fingers wander over the soft hair below his navel, before unzipping his fly and listening to the rumple of denim against the floor.

“Unwrapping presents before the big day itself is a tradition in some European countries.” His voice rasps against her neck as she rubs herself against him. He hardens and the friction they’re creating is enough to power the whole house.

She sighs as he unbuttons her pants and shifts himself against her centre with renewed vigour. The uneven brickwork scrapes across the knots of her spine and if she weren’t so aroused, she’d ask to move. But at their age, with their history, fucking against the wall is a Christmas memory begging to be made, so bruises be damned, she’s going to roll with it. One hand pushes up the front of her sweater affording him access to her lace-covered breasts. The cool air leaves her skin stippled. Or maybe it’s the way he’s nuzzling the point of her collarbone.

“Are you saying…mmm…we’re…each other’s…uh… presents?” She can barely form a sentence.

“Well,” he huffs, hooking his fingers under the sides of her briefs and slipping them down her hips, “you are the only gift I’ll ever want.” The cotton of his boxers sticks to her wetness and he groans into the side of her face. “Please, Scully, rip the damned wrapping off.”

She yanks the elastic waistband down hard. They snap against his ass and he chokes out a laugh-yelp, but his cock springs free and he slides in without further introduction.

“This. Is. What. Heaven. Must. Be. Like.”

With each word he thrusts and her naked backside scrapes against the wall, abrading her skin with delicious, stinging heat. Sparks fill her eyes, diamond flecks of passion lighting the room. His legs tremble but he remains firmly planted inside her and she tilts her pelvis forward, with a rough sigh.

The slight change of angle sends heat flaming in her belly and she feels her toes quiver in anticipation of her climax. Pleasure edges up and down her body, until it builds to an unbearable level, exploding in cascades that ripple through her. A long, sensual moan escapes her lips and the point of Mulder’s Adam’s apple bumps against her jaw. He shifts his hands, fingernails digging into her flesh, pumps harder, faster until his breathing catches, small groans punctuate his movements and he shudders into her. Shoulders softening, his chin falls against the crook of her neck, his hot breath comes in short spurts and his fingers unlock one by one underneath her.

Gently, he lowers her to the floor and she supports his weight as he recovers.

“That was unexpected,” she says. The small of her back is throbbing and there are bruises forming on her ass cheeks.

“Christmas is supposed to be about surprises, Scully.”

“Even after all this time, we can still take each other…”

He cuts her off, leaning in and kissing her softly. “Yes, we can.”

Tutting playfully, she bops his nose with her bunched-up panties. “I was going to say ‘unawares’. And I need to clean up.” She dashes to the bathroom.

“There’s nothing unawares about you, Mizz Scull-tree,” he calls after her.

When she returns, he’s strung the lights and they twinkle as he starts to hang baubles. His reflection in her favourite one – a bright silver ball with a frosted top – shows a contented, relaxed man. No more darkness.

“Am I doing this right?” There’s a smirk on his lips but something about his eyes is seeking her approval.

She takes a sprig of gold holly and places it next to the silver bauble. “You’re always doing it right, Mulder.”

Together, they take the star and Mulder guides their hands upwards. She tiptoes, but can’t keep up with the trajectory. He chuckles lightly, slips his free arm around her waist and lifts her up so that she’s leaning on his hip. The star sits on the top point and he lets her slip down, still holding on to her.

They stand together like that for the longest time, watching the fairy lights glow and fade, before they turn to face each other, in perfect synchronicity, and kiss.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #fluffy msr smut #christmas unwrapping

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