#sam rivers x reader

[glitterinmyveinss]

// fuck it i love you //

wes borland x fem! reader

summary: you and wes have had feelings for eachother since the sandbox days, but neither of you have ever admitted it, until alcohol and jealousy gets in the way.

chapter 2

❥༄ me and wes have known eachother ever since i was 10 and he was 12. that's when him and fred started hanging out, and with fred being my brother and us living in the same house and all, meant that me and wes saw each other basically everyday after school. most of the time him and fred would be in the garage playing their instruments or skating. but sometimes they would bug me. although it was really only fred who would do the bugging, wes was always kind to me and never even teased me.

❥༄ i was on the couch watching the simpsons, when fred and wes came in and took up the whole couch, fred stole the remote from my hands. "i'm watching something!" i tried to grab the remote back, but of course he was stronger. "so?" he chuckled. "hey wes what should we watch?" i could see wes out the corner of my eye. he had a hesitant look on his face that was mixed with, sympathy? "i'm fine with the simpsons, i've never seen that episode anyway" i turned my head fully to make eye contact with him, when he noticed he gave me a shy smile, i returned it, feeling butterflies in my tummy. fred looked at both of us with disgust "you guys suck!"

❥༄ that was a long while ago, now im in my junior year of highschool while fred and wes have been graduates for a year. they began taking their music seriously, and formed a band. i had to admit, they sounded pretty good. i knew they would make a name for themselves somehow. it was the end of the school day and i was waiting for fred to pick me up since my car was in the shop and none of my friends could give me a ride. after about 10 mins of waiting, fred pulls up with wes in the passenger seat. i gulped as i began to feel those butterflies i've been feeling for 6 years start their swarming again. i hopped in the back. "hey how was school?" fred asked. i shrugged and took my backpack off "it was whatever." he nodded and began driving away from the school "you hungry?" he asked. you were actually starving considering the lunch today was horrible. "yeah could we get taco bell?" i pleaded. Wes jumped up from his slouching position at this, "oh yeah i've been craving tb all day" he turned to give me a thumbs up and a wink. i gave him a sheepish smile and returned the thumbs up. fred groaned "fine but only cause i just got payed" he turned up his music and began driving to taco bell. yay! suddenly wes spoke up "hey who's gonna be at the party tonight?" party? you weren't invited! but then again, when were you ever invited to one? fred began listing some names when you suddenly interrupted him. "can i go?" fred started bursting out laughing. "yeah like i'm gonna bring my kid sister to a keg party." "i'm only 2 years younger asshole! come on please?" fred kept laughing "no way y/n. forget it" i let out a huff of air and opened my mouth to protest, but then wes spoke up. "come on dude let her go. i mean, what's the deal?" i felt my face get hot and i immediately shushed up. why was wes helping me out? did he want me there? ugh he made it so easy to like him. Fred looked at him, gob smacked "seriously? she's like 5 compared to us and everyone else there, she's never even been to a highschool party yet." you slapped the back of his neck, earning a groan from him. yeah it was the truth, but he just totally humiliated you in front of wes! "dude she's old enough to take care of herself. and wouldn't it be better if she went to her first party with us instead of some guys we don't even know? at least we'd keep an eye out for her." wes explained. Fred stayed quiet for a moment. i was in the backseat freaking out. why was wes helping me out so much? i mean of course i appreciated it but i was basically star struck. my brothers hot friend wanted me at a party? score! finally after about a minute of silence, fred spoke up. "fine" he grunted. "yay!" i gave him a hug from behind the seat. "but i don't want you talking to any guys besides me or wes ok? and stay where i can see you!" i wasn't really paying attention. i was just excited for my first party. "ok ok i promise!" he rolled his eyes as he pulled into the tb drive thru

❥༄ it was about 6 hours later and i was ready to go. i put my best makeup and outfit on along with the perfect hairstyle. i went downstairs once i was done, where i saw fred and wes waiting for me. fred jumped up from the couch, keys in hand. "finally!" i rolled my eyes and began following them out of the door, wes and i were trailing behind fred, when wes suddenly bent down to my level. "you look really nice tonight" when i looked up at him, he had a shy smile on his face, his cheeks a slight red, along with his ears. my face turned the same strawberry color as his as i looked down with the same smile as well. "thanks wes. so do you" he opened the backseat door for me, as usual, then hopped in the front with fred. my head was already spinning and i haven't even had any alcohol yet. ugh!

❥༄ we arrived to the party, and as soon as we entered the home it was being thrown at, you noticed a group of 4 waiting at the front door. 2 girls and 2 boys. one of the girls had skunk hair like christina aguilara with makeup like hers too. beside her was the other girl who had black hair with purple streaks. she had heavy dark makeup along with many facial and ear piercings. the two boys were dressed in the same style as fred and wes, basically matching. i suddenly understood what fred meant. i did feel 5 compared to these people. especially the girls. we began making our way towards them, fred and wes greeting the boys first, then the girls. fred began introducing me to everyone. "this is my sister y/n. y/n this is harmony, zayra, jay, and sean.” everyone said hi and waved, except harmony, she was just...staring at me. like i had something on my face. she was the one with the purple streaks. Zayra began to attack me with her compliments. "omg i love your outfit! where are your jeans from?" "oh they're miss mes. i got them at the mall a while ago." i said shyly. she put her arm around my shoulder, "another girl with taste! i like you already! let's go drink!" i obeyed her as she began dragging me to a counter that was littered with various liquor bottles and beer cans. empty and full. "so you're freds kid sister right?" she asked while handing me a shot of something. i was debating on drinking it or not. then i thought, fuck it. i downed it while making a face then answered. "yeah but i'm only younger by two years!" she let out a loud chuckle at my reaction. "you're so cute! you're my girl for the night, harmonys being weird." she said while rolling her eyes, then taking a shot for herself. i didn't wanna pry and ask why, i knew it'd be rude. so instead, i began copying zayra and downing shots like my life depended on it. zayra patted my back in response. "that's the spirit y/n!"

❥༄ it was a while later and the liquor was defiantly kicking in. me and zayra were dancing like crazy together when i suddenly spotted wes and harmony out the corner of my eye. it looked like they were arguing. wes kept looking away while harmony was forcing her hands on his face. i think wes felt me staring because he suddenly locked eyes with me, then me and harmony locked eyes. she grabbed wes's face and slammed their lips together. i looked away, feeling so crushed. how stupid could i be? why would wes want someone like me when he has someone like harmony in his life. she's so much older and cooler. she didn't have to beg her mom to add more minutes on her phone, or be forced to take algebra again. she was grown like wes. i knew i'd have to get over this school girl crush sooner or later, but i didn't think it'd go like this. i stooped dancing and leaned towards zayra's ear, "im gonna go get some fresh air." she nodded and continued dancing.

❥༄ i made my way through the crowd of bodies towards the backyard. whoever's house this was, is blessed. there was a huge pool, a hot tub, and a wooden porch swing. i decided to sit on the swing and pull out a cig from my back pocket. i groaned in frustration as i realized i didn't have a lighter. just then a shadow casted over me, and a voice spoke up. "need a light?" it was wes with his dark blue lighter. "yeah...thanks." i wasn't really looking at him as i spoke. he held the lighter to my lips, i positioned the lighter in a way where the embers would catch the fire being emerged from the metal object. i locked eyes with his big brown ones while doing so, it was like i was stargazing. i also didn't know if it was him or the liquor that was making me feel like i had to puke. he took the space next to me and began making the swing rock back and forth. i decided i needed to pop the question now or it would eat me alive. "so you and harmony?" he whipped his head towards me and began fidgeting with his ear. he only did that when nervous. "what about me and harmony?" he spoke. thanks to all those random shots me and zayra were pounding, i had an insane amount of liquid courage. "oh come on wes! i saw you two basically sucking each others faces. i mean why would you compliment me tonight if you dint like me?" he was staring at me for a while, then he began to speak up but i cut him off. "do you even know how long i've liked you? how much i like you?" things went quiet and he was just staring at me. after a minute he spoke up with a stern voice "do you mean what you say?" i looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. how clueless could he be? "yes! and i know you just see me as some stupid little girl, but i've liked you for years." i began to walk away. until he grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn around. "wow when did i ever say that?" he had a worried expression. "you don't have to! i can tell that's what you and harmony were thinking!" he shook his head before speaking. "y/n harmony's just some jealous ex who won't leave me alone." i looked up at him with my brows furrowed "really?" "yeah!" he said while nodding profusely. we stayed staring at eachother, awkwardly, until i decided to break the silence. "why did you guys break up?" he chuckled a little before he spoke up, he began playing with his ear again too. "when i realized i started liking someone else way more than i liked her." wow. i swore i heard my heart shatter for the second time that night. "who?" i asked, the question making my throat burn and eyes water. then he did something totally unexpected, he grabbed my face with both of his hands, cupping my cheeks with a soft smile, then he connected our lips. i felt like there were a million fireworks exploding all over my body, my hands were shaky and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest. the alcohol was definitely adding fuel to the fire as well. my head felt like it was spinning at 100 mph. the kiss lasted for a minute until i broke away. "does that answer your question?" he said in a dorky voice with a smirk. i giggled while swatting his chest. "yeah it did weirdo." he laughed again. he had this far away look in his eye, just staring at me before he began dragging me back to the party. "what are you doing?" i slightly yelped. "come on! i wanna dance!" he proclaimed with a huge smile. i happily obliged and began following him back into the house.

❥༄ i felt eyes on me as soon as we started dancing, i turned to see harmony, staring at me with daggers in her eyes. sober me would've ignored her, but drunk me had balls. i grabbed wes and kissed him, while keeping eye contact with harmony, just returning the favor! she stomped out the house through the front door. when i pulled away from wes, he looked at me with a huge smile and twinkling eyes. "what was that for?" he said with a chuckle. "i just...felt like it." i said with a giggle. he returned the laugh and we continued dancing. the night ended with me wearing wes's hoodie, and drifting off in the back of fred's car, forever grateful for this night.

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[korn-dogz]

Limp bizkit Imagines (x Reader)

Basically scenarios of the limp bizkit members

Incudes:

Fred durst

John Otto

Dj lethal

Sam rivers

Wes Borland

And yes these are all friends to lovers cuz I love it

Fred durst

Imagine you having to share a hotel room with Fred on tour

-you were hired as limp bizkits manger a couple years back, you got the job because Sam knew you and he thought you’d be a great manger

-you got to meet such wonderful people, one of them being Fred, right off the bat he was flirty, Sam told you that that’s just how he always is, so you didn’t think to much of it

-a couple years have gone by and Fred is still the same towards you, but one day things will all change when you and Fred had to share a hotel room

-they were on tour in the US and they stopped at a hotel to rest for a day or two, it wasn’t your decision to share a hotel room with fred but you’d do it anyway

-“alright well our hotel room is 106” you say and look down at the card the front desk gave you “let’s go then” fred smiles and goes to the room. Once you guys are there you open the door with the card, fred walks in and places his stuff on the floor “uh, Y/N, there’s um, only one bed” 

-you stop placing your stuff down at his words “what? Are you for real?” You walk over and see that Fred wasn’t lying, there was in fact only one bed “I can sleep on the floor Y/N” you appreciated his jester but you weren’t gonna let that happen “no no, it’s ok we’ll just share the bed, don’t worry” you were nervous about sharing a bed but you told yourself it was fine

-it was around night time and you and Fred were on the bed eating Pringles and watching tv, you held the small can in your hands for you and Fred to share “honestly I still think the original is better” Fred said looking over at you “Nuh uh, sour cream and onion is the best flavour” you debated, as if you guys weren’t close enough you noticed that fred started getting closer, you tried to not pay attention to what he was doing but it was driving you crazy 

-finally you felt Fred’s head on your shoulder and his arm locking up with his “I’m getting sleepy Y/N…” he says in kinda a childish tone. He reaches his arm out to turn off the tv, he was still laying on your side “do you want to go to bed then?” You ask him and smirk a bit “mhmm..” he speaks quietly but he gently pushes you down with him to rest. His head was on your chest and his hands are wrapped around your waist, he buried his head closer to your neck “good night Y/N…. I love you” the last part he said so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him

-you smiled at him and whispered into his ear “I love you too fred, good night” you kissed the top of his head and wrapped an arm around him

John Otto

Imagine helping John because he got hurt (I got this from a video were john cut his head playing the drums)

-you’d been johns friend for a long time now, two years ago john told you that he was in this band called limp bizkit, you gave them a listen and you really liked them, you always admire John for being such a beast on the drums

-one day he invited you to watch them practice, you were very excited to see him in action, you came to his practice and watched them, they started playing a song that was called counterfeit, it started off good until john hit his head, you saw what happened and was worried about John

-“hey! Hey! Get someone in here quick john cut his head” Fred said, John walked off and you ran over to him to see if he was alright, he was looking at himself in the mirror,”John! Are you alright?” John turns his head to see you “oh yeah I’m alright” you have a worried look on your face

-he turns his full body towards you as you cup his face with both hands gently, you slightly turned his head so you could see the cut better “it doesn’t look that bad.. I’m just gonna put some rubbing alcohol and a bandaid” john smiles at you, you always loved his dumb smile “it’s nothing Y/N” John chuckles a little as he looks into your eyes, ”maybe, but I don’t want you getting hurt again”

-you let go of his face to find some rubbing alcohol and bandaids. Little to your knowledge, John has had a big crush on you since day 1, he didn’t know how to tell you because he’s a always been a bit shy around you, but he thought now was the perfect time “ha! I found them!” You smirk as you grab bandaids and rubbing alcohol

-you turn back to John as you grab a cotton ball and lightly dip it in the alcohol “this is gonna sting a bit John…” he nods his head as you apply the cotton ball on him, he lets out a hiss as his eyes shut “alright there we go!” You smile at him, his eyes soften at your smile as you look down to get the bandaid

-you peal off the white paper as you slowly apply the bandaid on John “all better now!” You both smile at each other “thank you Y/N you’re truly amazing” his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as you giggle “ of course john” you lean in to kiss the area of his bandaid, mwwwwwah! John looks at you blushing hard,

-john returns the favour and kisses you on the lips, you pull away quickly “ok john get back out there sweetie” he laughs at the nickname as he walks off. He never stopped thinking about that even when he was playing the drums

Dj lethal

Imagine dj lethal asking you to dance

-you and lee were friends for a couple years now, he tried to show you how to use a sp12 but ultimately, you kinda sucked, but lee never cared he liked being around you

-you hung out with his band quite a few times, and got along with them, Wes always joked about you and lee but you brushed it off as Wes being Wes, but lee always seemed flustered when Wes made those jokes, it made you wonder if he actually likes you

-one day you were hanging out with the band and Fred suggested that all of us go to a bar, you agreed and so did the others

-you 6 headed to the bar, it started off with a drink or two but now, they’ve had more then 7 drinks, lee and the others were tipsy and slurring their words “hey guys I think you should slow down on the drinking haha…” you had 2 drinks yourself but you were getting a bit concerned at this point,

-“pshhh I-im Fine” Fred said and went back to drinking, you looked over at lee who was sitting beside you and staring at you, but not in a creepy way, in a cute way, you smiled at him “hey lee, you ok?” Lee looked at you and smiled “yeah, n-now that you’re h-here" you giggled and looked away

-you heard a sound coming from the speakers in the bar “ok everyone, tonight is our special night were we open up the dance floor for couples who want to slow dance” you never heard of this but you shrugged it off, lee looks at you “hey Y/N…” he speaks quietly but you heard him “yeah?” You turn you head to face him “wanna dance?” We gives you his hand and smiles

-you looked at his hand and back at him “I’d thought you’d never ask” you take his hand and smile, he leads you to the dance floor and the song “and I love her” by the Beatles starts playing. He holds you close to him and puts both his hands on your hips, you rest your hands on his shoulders as the song continues playing “you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that right? I really like you Y/N” lee leans in to kiss you, your lips meet and your hands move to cup his face

-“I like you too lee” you smile and pull him in for another kiss. The song ends and you two head back to the stop were the others were hanging out "so you finally told her?” Wes laughs “yeah..” lee looks down flustered you giggle at this, but at least he’s yours now

Sam rivers

Imagine Sam coming up to you while everyone is asleep

-you’re limp bizkit manger, it’s not easy dealing with them but when they did a colab with Korn you were grateful that you were their manger and not Korns

-limp bizkit Is going on their first European tour, and you booked a plane that had 2 parts to it, you and Sam were really close, you two had known each other since you were baby’s, it’s kinda why you got this job

-you were so excited to visit Europe for the first time. You helped them pack their bags and get their equipment, once you all were on the plane it was time to head off to Europe which would take 8 hours, it was a long flight but you didn’t really care, you made sure everyone was comfortable and fine before you sat down

-you decided to sit next to Sam, since he’s a pretty claim person so you’d like to sit with him “hey Sam, is anyone sitting here?” You pointed to the seat next to him “not at all, go ahead” he smiled as you sat down next to him “so, how long is this going to be again?” Sam asked you “8 hours, they’ll serve lunch and dinner which is what I payed for” you answered “geez that’s a long time, but thanks for getting us lunch and dinner” you smiled at him “anything for you” you looked down and started to finish some paper work

-for the next 5 hours Sam kept on thinking about what you said “anything for you" his heart fluttered at your words. They served lunch and dinner, now it was night time 

-it was about 11:30pm and you noticed that everyone was asleep and you were the only one awake, you still had paperwork to do so you left to go to the other part of the plane, around 11:50pm you heard footsteps coming towards you, you looked back and saw that it was Sam “Y/N? What are you doing up?” You chuckled “I could ask you the same question” you said in a quiet voice as to not wake up the others. He smiled and sat next to you “you finishing some paperwork? Need help?” Sam looked at you innocently “no, but thank you for asking, that’s the first time anyone has asked me that actually” and smiled and looked down to continue writing

-Sam grinned at you and rested his head on your shoulder, you froze not knowing what to do “thanks for always doing this for us Y/N, I know me and the guys never say it but we really appreciate everything you do for us” you started to blush at what he said “well it’s my job no?” You laughed and turned around to hug him “I really like you Sam, I mean like, im so happy I got this job you guys are my best friends and you’re always so funny, I couldn’t have asked for a better job" you buried your head into his neck.

-you pulled away to see his face, it was a mix of being flustered and happy, there was a moment of silence before he leaned in to kiss you, you kissed him back as fast as you could and wrapped your arms around his neck “I like you too baby” you blushed hard at the nickname as he kissed your neck, this was pure bliss for you

Wes Borland

Imagine helping Wes put on his black makeup

-you and Wes had been friends for 10 years now, you always listened to him and liked his drawing he made of you, you always admired him for his amazing guitar skills and his creativity, he went on to join a band called limp bizkit, you were the first person he showed the demo to, you really liked the sound of them, you knew that they were gonna be big

-you were right, they became a smash hit and everyone loved them, Wes wore silly costumes on stage that you loved, you always helped him out,

-one day he came up with a new costume and he needed your help, he described it to you, you’d like the idea so you agreed to help him out “ok, can you put this black paint on my back? Oh and make sure to get the back of my legs too" you laughed “sure” he handed you black paint and you started to put it on his back,

-your mind started wondering off to a different place when you rubbed your hands along his back, he had a nice figure, toned abs but not in a gross way, it was nice. You started gently massaging the black paint into his back when you heard him groan quietly, almost so quiet you couldn’t hear him, but you did and you smirk at the reaction you got out of him

-you began to massage him a bit harder then before “ok wes I’m done your back, I’m moving on to your legs now” he quickly responded with an “ok” as you crouched down to paint his legs black. You made sure to give him a good massage on his calfs to make him feel better when he’s on stage “I’m done!” You stood up and backed away a little to admire your work “thanks Y/N I appreciate the help” he turns around to face you

-it wasn’t much of a shock but his whole face and his chest was covered in black paint “you look great wes! The crowd is gonna love you" he blushes at you, although you can’t see it he makes it obvious “thanks” he says and looks down

-you thought this was the perfect time to make a move; you put your finger under his chin to lift his head up, he looked at you with a bit of surprise in his eyes, then you kiss him on his black painted lips “good luck out there, I bet you’re gonna do great wes” you giggled as you wiped the black paint off your lips and left him standing there in shock “thank you Y/N! I love you….” The last part was quiet but you heard him

#limp bizkit #fred durst x reader #Fred durst #wes borland #sam rivers #dj lethal #John Otto #limp bizkit x Reader #Wes Borland x Reader #sam rivers x Reader #dj lethal x Reader #John Otto x reader #sorry for the long wait guys #I hope you guys like this fanfic and thank you guys so much for all the support I’ve been getting it means a lot to me

[underground-secret]

The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: More of Y/N's past is revealed. Dean is there to comfort her as he inquires about the parts she never shared. Warnings: Angst, talk of past abuse, child abuse, comfort, coping, understanding trauma, trauma, denial, no GIF sorry!

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Word Count: 1,974

Words mean more at night

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A back-and-forth motion rubs against my knee but my eyes are down at the carpeted floors. Someone got me to my motel room.

I blink, my eyes tracing the movement to a familiar veiny hand. He’s kneeled in front of me, patiently waiting for me. His motion on my knee doesn’t stop as he smiles at me sadly, “Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” I answer weakly, watching his face for any changes. Carefully he raises his free hand to my hand, giving me time to back away. He covers my clutched hand, I hadn’t realized I was forming tight fists. He gently pries my fingers open revealing little alcohol packets. That’s the light thing I was handed to clean off the specks of blood…blood from—

“Hey, you’re okay,” Dean says softly, pulling me back to the present. He takes the packets from my hands, opening one carefully but before he moves to do anything he asks, “Can I?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. I know I wasn’t supposed to allow him our small touches but that can all be screwed right now. I want a hug and I want to hide under the covers until it all passes, as childish as it sounds. “Words,” he reminds. He had his nailbed-biting habits I had the habit of shutting down and he knew that well enough to try and push me out of it, even if it meant just answering verbally. “Yes, please,” I say just barely above a whisper.

The motion on my knee stops and with that same hand, he reaches up slowly to cradle my head, pushing some of my hair back. He gets closer to my face and with the alcohol pad he lightly rubs off a spec on my cheek, his eyes focused there. I knew what he was thinking, I could see the thoughts and questions swirling in his eyes. “You can ask,” I say, it’s better to get it over now. He doesn’t say anything for a beat as he cleans a couple of spots on my face, “Not my place too,” he answers.

He lets go of me, pushing off the balls of his feet, and standing up, he collects the scraps and walks to the other side of my small motel room to discard them.

I want to sink into myself, “You’re upset with me,” I tell him, knowing I'm right by his body language and just overall behavior. Again he doesn’t answer but I can see the tension in his shoulders and I know he’s holding back. I kick off my shoes, scooting back on the bed until my back hits the headboard. I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around me as he fidgets with something on the counter. 

He turns around swiftly but doesn’t move towards me, “Why didn–” he cuts himself off, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.

He shakes his head, “No, you got nothin’ to apologize for sweetheart I–”

“You can say it. Let’s just talk about this now, I don’t like it when you’re upset at me,” I admit though I’m sure he already knew. He sighs, looking away, “I’m not upset at you.”

“You aren’t?” I ask, surprised.

“No. I’m mad I didn’t know,” he steps closer until he reaches the bed, “I should’ve known.”

I pat the spot next to me, allowing him to get closer so we could sit comfortably like old times, “We were young,” I reasoned. He takes the spot next to me, the bed dipping as he does, “I have two years on you,” he counters. I roll my eyes, he always tries to play that card. “Well, I was very good at hiding it, had to be. Plus…you heard what I said about B/N.”

He groans, frustrated, his head leaning back on the headboard, “That doesn’t make me feel better. Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“You had your own things to worry about. We didn’t see each other very often then either, we hung out more after he died and by then it was no longer an issue,” I explain. But he doesn’t respond. “I’m quite resilient you know. Not much can really kill me,” I add, trying to lighten the mood. His head snaps to me, “That doesn’t make it better. You were still…”

“It’s okay,” I say, focusing my eyes on the wall across the room. “It’s not,” he replies, “He died when you were 15, you had 3 years of that.” I’m almost surprised he remembered the exact time like that, though maybe he had been thinking about it and started to calculate. I don’t say anything for I have nothing to say at all, I don’t talk about it and I’ve tried to forget it. “I shoulda known,” he repeats. I turn my head to look at him being met with his side profile, his eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw tense, he was beating himself up over something he couldn’t control. “I didn’t expect you to help me or save me you know, or anyone for that matter. Just hanging out with you and Sammy was enough.”

His jaw seems to twitch, “I saw some bruises before, but you said it was from a hunt you helped your Dad with. You're a lousy liar so I should’ve known.”

“Dean,” I say firmly,  touching his shoulder. He meets my eyes, his green eyes are cold, “Trust me when I say it wasn’t your fault, it was no one’s fault. It just happened. And it’s over now, has been for a while.”

He swallows roughly, his Addams apple bobbing, and I know he doesn’t believe me, “It’s your Dad’s fault, he’s a prick. Don’t matter if he was grieving or not.”

I frown, remove my hand from his arm, and focus my attention back on the wall. I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, “Don’t tell me you actually feel bad for him…” he says but I don't answer, “You don’t blame him?” he asks confused, leaning forward in an attempt to catch my eyes. I shrug, shrinking further into myself in an attempt to make myself smaller, “I don–I don’t know. He wasn’t always like that…he just….Mom was gone so…” I exhale a shaky breath, “I know it was wrong, that he shouldn’t have been doing that. I know that. It’s not like I forgive him or anything, I mean he hurt my brother—”

“And you,” Dean cuts me off to add.

“Yeah…and I know there are healthier ways of coping, I don’t condone his actions and I couldn’t imagine how anyone could do that to their kids but Mom was gone and…”

“There is no ‘but’ and you know that. Your explanation isn't going anywhere ‘cause there’s no excuse for that,” he interjects firmly. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t feel right to believe or say and I don’t know why. “He was only mean when he was drunk, otherwise he was quiet or gone,” I try to reason but the words feel wrong as they leave my mouth. “Not an excuse,” he counters.

“I know,” I mumble, “But! It started as an accident!” I say looking at Dean, “And it was necessary. He was on a hunt by himself and we knew he would be back soon but it was late so me and B/N made dinner together, we ate and saved some for him. B/N ended up falling asleep early, his football practice totally knocked him out, so I stayed up and waited at the kitchen table to make sure Dad got home okay. When he finally did get home he was very drunk and smelt like alcohol, I helped him and he was babbling about Mom. He pushed me off of him, ‘said he could do it himself so I backed off a little.

Then he was trying to get to the fridge for another beer but I got in his way cause I knew he had too much and should have water instead, he called me some mean names that I don’t wish to repeat. I’m very stubborn so I didn’t move and he hit me, it was just a slap though. But I have this whole defense mechanism and if my body thinks it’s in true danger then my powers will start working to defend me without really my control, and it’s very hard to shut off. So things started to rattle, and a picture frame on the mantel of Mom broke and that really made him upset so he hit me again this time harder and I actually passed out. But that’s okay! cause nothing else broke and I could’ve really hurt someone or if it got too out of control then I could’ve gotten the attention of hunters.”

I stop my rambling of the story, watching Dean’s face to see if he finally understood. But his eyes were filled with so much sadness and his face dropped with sympathy, a frown on his lips. “What?” I ask confused, didn’t he get it now? He doesn’t answer, instead, he wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. I shift my legs so I can hug him back comfortably, but I hold onto his arms more confused than anything. “Wasn’t necessary,” he says, his chin on my head. I open my mouth to say something else, to say he’s wrong but it hits me then. I was being an idiot, a total fool.

If someone told me that story I would feel bad for them and say they didn’t deserve that, they did nothing wrong in the first place. But it wasn’t someone else’s story, it was mine, and somehow that made it different. Right?

It shouldn’t. I know it shouldn’t, so why do I feel this way? I’m not normally like this. “Wasn’t your fault. You were a kid and you were trying to help, he’s an asshole and shouldn’t have done any of it,” Dean says softly.

Tears run down my cheek. I didn’t like his Dad because he didn’t treat them well so why was I making excuses for my Dad? Was it because of Mom? She loved him so wholly but still would have despised what he became, did he know that? Did that only make him feel worse?

And just because he wasn’t always mean to us doesn’t mean it was okay. Because it was more than being mean, I know that.

I know by morning I’ll be in a better mood. I’ll have a different perspective on things that I won’t understand for a while, I’m self-aware enough to know that too. But it will be okay because things always turn out okay, they always get better. Tomorrow will always be a new day and the sun will shine brighter.

I pull away from Dean just far enough to look at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was nothin’ against you.”

He gently wipes away a tear falling down my cheek, “Stop apologizing.”

I open my mouth to apologize for apologizing but seeing the issue there I lean my head into his chest again. We stay there silently for a while and I try to focus on the soft rise and fall of his chest instead of my mind. He rubs a hand up and down my back, and my shoulders drop. It’s been a long day with a lot of emotions and I was tired. “He can’t hurt you anymore. ‘Won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispers just barely audible. But my eyes were fluttering shut, growing heavy so maybe I imagined it and the soft press of his lips to my crown.

Tomorrow will be better, I remind myself.

#supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #the hunter and the witch update #slow burn #john winchester #the hunter and the witch #dean winchester x witch reader #angst #angst with #angst with fluff #denial #denial is a river in egypt #dean winchester x you #dean winchester being a sweetie pie #su #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural season 1 #winchester brothers #witch reader #dean winchester x reader comfort #dean winchester comfort

[questionableratatouille00]

ᗯEEK Oᖴ ᒪOᐯE

Howdy Howdy! I felt like doing something. So..here we go!

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 || 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

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Your best guy shows you a classic Valentine’s Day.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨 || 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Watching movies with your girlfriend is a great way to spend the holiday.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 || 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ)

Bath time with Bucky? On Valentine’s Day? Hell yeah.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 || 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 (𝙄’𝙢 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚)

Cuddles in bed.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊.

When Nat comes home from a mission injured, you have a bit of an argument. But can she make it up to you?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱 || 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ||

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

A yummy Valentine’s Day with your favorite woman.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics, banner at the top made by me.

if you acknowledge the cringe ass title you’re a hater boooooooo

#river ratatouille rambles #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #Yelena belova and reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #Week of Love

[k42m]

sleepy wes

#limp bizkit #x reader #wes borland #wes borland x reader #fred durst #sam rivers #korn #silly

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Some say "Two is company. Three is a crowd."

But Wes and Sam are here to prove how wrong that saying is...

FIC TITLE: Between The String Section

Pairing: Wes Borland/Sam Rivers/Fem!Reader (if that’s not your thing, no worries😊)

Rating: EXPLICIT (This is basically p*rn with a small bit of plot. 18+ only. Minors do not read. **I mean it😠**)

Story Summary: 

"One minute, it was business as usual, fulfilling your duties as personal assistant for the band; you were assigned to work with Wes and Sam. And all because of a petty altercation you had between another member of the crew, you were brought into the hotel, fearing you were about to get fired. The next minute, you were here, sandwiched between them on the sofa of their shared hotel room, as they worshipped your body."

OR

The one where Wes and Sam invites the (Female) Reader for a threesome.

General Details: 

The reader is referred to with She/Her pronouns in this fic, so if you don't personally identify with those pronouns, feel free to skip this one if you'd like (no worries😊)

There is no obvious mention or implied age-gap between Wes, Sam and the Fem!Reader, but you can presume there is an age-gap if you like. If so, Fem!Reader is over 18 y/o. (In my head the Fem!Reader is anywhere between late 20s to late 30s, but that's just me. Include yourself however you see fit I guess).

As much as I don't love the whole "Y"/"N" - (Your Name) inserts in xReader fics, I really couldn't avoid it in this fic. So it is sprinkled in some parts; mainly the beginning and the end, whereas throughout the bulk of the story I have Sam and Wes refer to the reader with a shit ton of pet names to tap into that "praise kink" aspect (Baby, Princess, Baby Girl, Pretty Girl, Sweetheart, Love).

If you'd like a little "mood-setting-music" as background while reading this fic, this instrumental album on Spotify may help (Just one of the playlists I listened to while writing this. Totally optional of course!)

Tag info: SMUT 18+, refer to AO3 for more tag info (link below)

Find it HERE on AO3

#down the rabbit hole #Wes Borland #Sam Rivers #WeSam #WeSam x Fem!Reader #Limp Bizkit #nu metal #lucy the rabbit's fics

[ankhmutes]

Sunny's Boys: Bad Boy Shane

I couldn't resist. I had to post this. This is unfixed, fresh, raw off the press like I usually post, so I apologize for errors. This takes place in my King's River universe and you can see it if you squint, but can be stand-alone as well if you want to ignore the Easter eggs.

Warning: Unprotected Sex somewhere in here. Minors, please do not interact. Thank you.

You are the little sister of Sam & Dean Winchester. You keep yourself out of trouble by tending bar....people just love you and end up calling you Sunny, and the name just....stuck.

You were tending bar in this dinky town in Georgia, while your brothers were hunting somewhere up in the pacific northwest. Last you heard, there was some weird-ass thing in Oregon that had stranded them in a town full of demons or Sasquatches or something or other. You weren’t worried. Your brothers could handle themselves, and you’d just know if something happened to them.

You were working a hunt in the next town over, but you needed some legit money and you didn’t totally trust the way your brothers made their money, but it was a nice side hustle, that was for sure. You ended up tending bar at Harvelle’s half the time, and that had led you to your current situation, tending bar at the hole-in-the -wall tavern on the side of the highway at the edge of King’s River. You refused to enter the town, there was something wrong with the town. You could feel it in your bones, so you were content to tend bar at the edge. You would leave King’s River to Bobby, your brothers, or your dad- if you ever saw the motherfucker again. 

You eyed the two men coming into the bar. You knew they were sheriff’s deputies- they had been called over to Whitney’s several times since you had started working there, but this time they were out of uniform.. And my, were they out of uniform. Your eyes sparkled and you hurried to the back room briefly, using the secret employee bathroom to freshen yourself up and make sure the girls were nice and perky. You freshened up your gloss, hoisted the boobs, and tugged down the ripped collar of your Jack Daniels tank top a bit more. You were blessed with an amazing firecracker body, and you knew just how to use it. You needed to take advantage of the chance that your brothers were not in town. You’d see how many hot men you could land…

You sauntered out of the bathroom, all big brown eyes and a knowing smile. 

“Hi there, boys.”  you smile your brightest smile at Rick n’ Shane. You knew you’d pull both boys, but the only question was when. And you felt lucky tonight. After all, you had your lucky panties on. “What’s it gonna be tonight? I see no badges, so it’s my lucky night.” you flirt shamelessly with Rick and Shane. Rick blushes and looks askance, his eyes skittering everywhere but you as he shyly asks for a beer. You bend over to the cooler, making sure your butt was on full view for the boys, tugging your shirt ever so slightly so your nipples would be nice and perky from the cold burst of air. 

“That’ll be a fiver, officer friendly.” you say with a wink at Rick. Rick nodded, slipping you a ten and told you to keep the change. You smiled and tucked away the ten, giving yourself the change and tucking it away nicely in your tip jar, which was your bra. Shane grinned and nudged Rick, who just nodded and took slow sips of his beer, his cheeks still red. 

“I’ll just have what you’re having, darling.” Shane said with a wink. You could drown in those brown eyes, full of sparkly mischief. You poured Shane a whiskey and coke, and slid him the drink, picking up a cherry and sliding it through your lips to give it a kiss before dunking it in the drink. 

“Can’t forget a bit of sugar for your drink, ya know.” you smile saucily at Shane, winking at him as you saunter off to take care of the customers, making sure to slide a few winks and grins Shane’s way. You could see by the way Shane was enjoying himself, that you would be the center of attention soon. You decided to milk it a bit, just a teeny bit to see if he would get jealous, or if he would just smirk and enjoy the show. 

You served the Dixons a coke each, cutting off Merle and telling Daryl he’d better take his brother home before he got himself into trouble. The handsome little brother nodded, silently dropping the entirety of their tab on the counter and yelling at Merle to get his ugly ass outta the door. 

The T & M boys were rowdier than the Dixons, two of them flirting shamelessly with you as you handed them their round of beers. You giggled as one of them slid a ten down your back pocket, whispering that you were a nice slow drink of whiskey on a hot evening. You shivered at the imagery as you thanked him with a wink and an extra saunter back to the counter. You could feel Shane’s eyes on you the whole night. You were his prey, or was it the other way around, you wondered as your doe brown eyes widened ever so slightly, at the look Shane shot you. 

“You know, it’s about time for my break.” you found yourself announcing, leaning forward to Rick, giving him a shot. Rick blushed, smiling as he sipped at his beer and murmured he was good for now. Your eyes slid over to Shane, as you tugged slightly at his jacket. Shane leaned back in his seat and tilted his head, his eyes glinting with lust as he eyed you up and down. 

“I think when your shift’s over…. It’ll be time to play.” Shane said with a wide grin as he leaned forward to whisper, “after all, I’m enjoying the show.”  You felt your stomach drop, and your panties were soaked. You hadn’t planned on this twist on things. You gulped slightly, brows raising as you reminded yourself not to tip your hand and show too much interest. After all you did understand where he was coming from, most of the thrill came from the chase and the previews. 

“Well, all right then. I’ll be back in ten, gonna grab a smoke.” You went out back, leaning on the siding and thinking of what to do. It was hard to phase a bad boy, they had seen it all, done it all. You had heard about some of his exploits from Rick himself, and it didn’t help that he was older… by quite a few years. 

Okay, he was not quite a Hot Older Man™ like the Dixons and the T & M boys were, and you were fresh out of … well, whatever. Sam was a law school dropout, and Dean had barely made it out of high school. You had only achieved an AA degree, enough to get into nursing school, before dropping out, and ending up here. You had no illusions about how far you could get with Shane… and you knew you’d have to make your experience count. You rubbed your thighs together, and the idea hit you like lightning. 

You looked around, and hurried back inside, making sure your cigarette was put out before doing the deed. You were sure you had to be drunk, but you had only sneaked two sips of Shane’s drink, not even close to get you buzzed. Yet here you were. Your black silk thong tucked away in your pocket. 

“Hey there handsome.” you say to Shane, sliding up to him and making sure he had full eye contact with your chest as you asked if he wanted a refill. 

“One more for the road, sure.” he said with a nod as he leaned back in his chair, ready for the show he would get. You flipped tables on him, making him his drink professionally, and dropping in a cherry and walking the long-ass way around the bar, right up to him and handing it to him directly. Your hand slid along his arm, and your hand slipped the panties into his pocket, smirking as you whispered the dirtiest thing you had ever heard someone say in his ear and walked right past him, your eyes lighting up as you heard him choke on his drink behind you. 

You sauntered around the room, making sure all the regulars were happy and served, and the new faces were equally as sated, making sure to flirt a little extra with the regulars, knowing that every time someone’s hand strayed closer to your thigh, Shane’s stool would squeal slightly as he shifted in his seat. 

You played this game for a good while, until it was nearly time for your shift to end, and Bill was due to come in to take over for you. It was a perfect ending to the evening, the long-haired redhead was an amazing flirt, and it didn’t help he always wore black leather, and had a mysterious French girlfriend, but Shane didn’t need to know that part. 

“Sunny!” Bill said with a wide grin as he sauntered up to you, giving you a nice smack on the ass. “That’s my beautiful girl, will everything go smoothly?”

“It’s been a slow night, so should be fine....” you said with a nod to Bill, leaning up to give him a nice slow hug, making sure your skirt slid up just- enough-  to taunt Shane. You could hear the stool squeak loudly as Shane shifted in his seat and Rick shot him a dark look. 

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve got ants in your pants, all night long.” Rick said with a scoff. “Go get it out of your system, it can’t be the Dixons, they’re long gone by now.”

“It’s all good.” Shane said with a nod as he shot you a dark look, his eyes darting to the back door. You knew he was practically demanding you meet him out back. You didn’t dare peek down at his pants, you knew he would have quite the tent.  You make the show of gathering your jacket, your small backpack and waving goodbye to everyone, making sure to lean over to give the Teller Morrow boys a warm and fond farewell. You wouldn’t mind if that one handsome Scotsman got a glimpse in the process… maybe he’d make for a good guinea pig for a few ideas you had come up with while teasing Shane all night long. 

“Where have you been?” Shane shot at you in the darkness as you walked towards your jeep. “You’re very naughty, you know. I didn’t think you'd pull this off.” Shane said with a laugh as he held up your panties. You leaned back against the door of the jeep, stretching your body out as Shane latched onto you, his mouth imprinting a small path of hot kisses down your neck, his hands sliding up your body to touch every part of you he could. You felt yourself floating, the waves of heat hitting you like you were a tiny boat out in the middle of the ocean. You could only hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride. 

“Baby, you have no idea how hard you got me. I could pound nails with this thing.” Shane grunted as his mouth moved lower, his hands cradling your breasts and kneading them gently. “God, the things I want to do to you…you’re a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat.” His brown eyes stared into yours for a long minute as he breathed out the cold air, smirking as his head tilted towards the jeep. 

“Better not ticket me for public indecency.” you shot out to Shane with a giggle as you unlocked your jeep and scuttled inside, Shane slamming the door behind you and his hands slid around you, his hand finding the spot to make you moan, your hips moving as he finger-fucked you in the backseat of the jeep, only pausing enough to keep you on the edge as he slid his pants down, murmuring dirty things to you, keeping your pussy nice and soaked for him. 

“Come here, sunshine,  promise I’ll be good.” Shane held up a condom, and you giggled. 

“Better be good, I just had this detailed over at Dixon’s.” you gasp and moan as his cock slid right into you, you forgetting everything that had just happened over the last two seconds. You weren’t one for small talk or witty banter. Right now you needed that hot dick, and you needed it now. 

“Oh, I’m more than good, sunny.” Shane panted out as he slid out, teasing you as he gripped your ass, giving you a spank each time he slid out, your ass glinting nice and pink in the darkness under the streetlight in the parking lot. The Jeep rocked forward with each thrust of Shane’s hips, and a loud smack broke the silence, your whimpering increasing with each smack. 

“Oh god, sunshine. C’mon, Sunny. C’mon.” Shane goaded, panting as you could hear it in his voice, he was getting closer and closer with each thrust, his hands teasing your breasts as he held on to them. A long moment later, his hands moved down to your hips, and you could feel him come, hear the hot gasps as his body shuddered. . 

‘Shaaaaane.” you could hear yourself whine, as you impaled yourself on his cock even harder, Shane gasping as you milked him dry.  “Shane.” You finally panted out, as Shane slid out of you and took care of business. 

You had your panties on, and you were ready to go home. You looked at Shane with a grin like the cat who got in the cream. You had pressed a post-it with the hotel and room number in his hand.

“You know where to find me.”

You had left Shane behind in the parking lot. You knew Shane wasn’t the type for cuddling, for pleasantries, for…. Anything, really. He was amazing, and you’d fuck him again in a heartbeat. You were pretty sure though, that he had his eye on someone. And you didn’t want to get into that hot mess. No, you were just fine having a wonderful one night stand with a hot police officer. You had learned from your brother, not to mess around with the people. They were all good, but you couldn’t stay. 

You wouldn’t stay. You had learned from Daddy, that there was no place to call home… unless your brothers were there too. 

The hotel phone rang, and you let out a groan. You were pretty sure only three people could find you, and you really didn’t want to talk to any of them right now. You were still riding that post-sex high that you had gotten from Shane. 

“Yeah?” you asked, stretching out on the bed. 

“We’re coming your way. Bobby told us.”

“What?” you groaned as you flopped on your side.

“Haven’t you heard?”

“Well, the cop I just fucked didn’t say a damn thing to me about that.” you whined into the phone. You could hear cranky noises from your brothers. “So you’re one up on me.”

“Sunny, come on, don’t be like Dean, that’s just gross.” Sam whined on the phone. You grinned. You always had fun poking at your brothers, they were such hypocritical babies. You murmured a goodbye as you heard a knock on the door. 

Shane. He actually had shown up for an encore performance. You grinned and hopped up from the bed, opening the door for him. He looked cocky, handsome and sure of himself. It was definitely going to be a night where you would be on top. 

You were on top,  but then you decided to clean up. It was the clean up that had you both giggling, and  you told Shane he could crash and sleep it off after you had given him a blowjob, since both of you had polished off the minibar. The morning came, bright and early and contrary to your nickname, you were not sunshine in the morning. You and Shane were rudely awakened by your brothers swinging the door open. 

“God damnit, Sunny. I didn’t need that.” Dean grunted as he thumped his bags down and shielding his eyes, Sam openly staring at Shane, who had leaped out of the bed fully nude, gun in hand.

“Yeah, he’s the cop.” you said as you sat up in bed, holding the sheet up to your breasts. “Can’t I get a break or something? Rosie’s has got pie. Klinger's gonna make sure it’s on the house if you say it’s for me n' Shane. Coffee, too. Two coffees.”  You boss your brothers out of the door, the two of them protesting yet allowing you to slam the door in their faces.

“What the fuck?”

“Big brothers. They’re investigators.” you said smoothly as you got dressed. “Did something happen recently? That’s the only reason they’d bust in like this.” you said as you eyed Shane, giving him a playful swat on his butt as he put on his pants. You couldn’t help yourself, he looked so cute getting dressed and you knew this would be the last time to get up and personal. You seized the opportunity, since he did clearly have  decent morning wood…. 

You slid behind him and toyed with the waistband of his pants, turning him around to face you. He was slightly stunned as you got on your knees and slid his shorts down, sliding his slightly hardening dick in your mouth. It was wet and firm, your mouth sliding up and down working him like a popsicle. He gulped and groaned, leaning against the wall while you blew him and he came down your throat, your mouth disposing of all the evidence. You rose to your feet as if nothing had happened. 

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. We weren’t supposed to say anything. Captain Riker has got us buttoned down tight.” Shane pulled on his shirt and cap, still trying to catch his breath from the surprise blow job as Sam and Dean came back in, coffee in hand.  “Thanks, dude. Will put in a word with Cap for ya..” Shane said with a cocky shit-eating grin as he grabbed his coffee from Dean, and sauntered out of the hotel room. You could hear your brothers bitching him out, and you tuned them out as you grabbed your cup.

One down……

your mind is already thinking of the wide selection you had at the roadhouse. Perhaps, just perhaps, King's River wasn’t actually all bad…. 

#ankhmutes writes something #ankh writes #shane walsh #shane x reader #dean and sam winchester #Sunny's Boys #King's River story

[purifycantyouhelpme]

I made a Fred Durst x reader fanfiction. I don't feel comfortable posting the whole fic on Tumblr so click on the link and read it on AO3 :)

#fred durst #wes borland #sam rivers #john otto #dj lethal #limp bizkit #limp bizkit fanfic #fanfic #a03 fic #x reader

[stardustbarbarians]

I Hear the River Say Your Name

Chapter 7 (ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6)

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Even before you were dating, you and Josh had been friends for years. You didn’t see anything changing between you anytime soon. Then one day, you wake up and Greta Van Fleet doesn’t exist and Josh isn’t your boyfriend.

Tags: angst, fluff, a lot of exposition

Trigger Warnings: mentions of addiction

Words: 5.1 k

A/N: Last chapter! Thank you everybody so much for reading! I'll add more in the author's note at the end. Please enjoy!

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It wasn’t hard to find Josh. He had run to the backyard and to the treeline, his footprints easy to spot in the mud. You followed them, careful not to step in them in case you needed to backtrack for any reason. Even with his footprints leading you towards him, you had an idea of where you were going to find him. 

Your intuition was correct. You found him standing in the exact same spot you ran off to on the first night you woke up in this alternate dimension. The light from the Emerald Star was casting an eerie green glow on the earth it shined down onto, giving Josh’s curls a neon glow. He had his back to you as you approached, leaning against a tree with his head bowed and arms wrapped around himself; like he was hugging himself. You didn’t want to look too closely at the irregular way his shoulders were shaking. 

The riverbank was just as you remembered it; muddy, dark, and hissing whispers at you. You weren’t close enough to the water to hear exactly what it was whispering at you, but you’d venture to guess that it was still Josh’s name. 

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you felt like you were intruding on Josh. It made you just want to turn tail and leave him be, but you also knew that there was something more to why he reacted the way he did after walking in on you and Jake. There was also the inescapable urge to comfort the love of your life while he was silently crying. Well, he shared the same name, face, and everything with him, but the man with his back to you wasn’t your real lover. You had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

Gathering your courage up by taking a deep breath, you decided to finally just bite the bullet. 

“Josh?” 

He whipped his head around at you, his eyes wide as he stood rigid for a split second. He stood there staring at you, the wet tracks left on his cheeks from his tears catching the light from the Emerald Star. Once his brain seemed to catch up, Josh hid his face from you. You pretended not to notice how he wiped at his eyes. 

“Sunny, you- I didn’t hear you coming,” he quietly professed to you, his voice cracking and sounding raw. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologize, taking a small step towards him. You inwardly cringed at the way he seemed to flinch. 

“I should be the one apologizing. I’m the one who… interrupted…” He struggled to get his words out, his eyes refusing to meet yours. 

Your chest painfully contracted at how small his voice sounded. It almost made you not want to press him for information. But you also knew that Jake wouldn’t tell you anything so you had to ask Josh in order to find out what was going on. 

“Joshie, what’s going on?” you tenderly question, reaching out and giving him plenty of time to move away from your touch if he so wanted. He didn’t move as he watched your hand softly grasp his. 

Josh not only let you take his hand, he was the one to adjust your grip so that he could properly hold it. He let out a shaky and deep sigh, gazing out across the riverbank as he contemplated his next choice of words. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” he sighed, drawing your intertwined hands closer to himself, “I wouldn’t expect you to.” 

“Please, just tell me.” You hated how much you were pushing him. 

He gave your hand a squeeze before he spoke, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. It was frustrating, but you also knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. So if Josh couldn’t look you in the eyes, then so be it. You were still getting the info you needed. 

“It’s… It’s you and Jake,” he began. The whispering from the brook filled in the void left by Josh’s silence along with the gentle sound of tree leaves being swayed by the breeze of the night. You thought you heard a wind chime in the distance, faint and carried by the wind. 

“Josh-” 

 “Look, I know it’s stupid, alright?” 

You breathed a deep sigh, looking over at the river that cut its way through the mud in the ground, reminding you of an artery pumping blood to keep you alive. 

“But, aren’t you dating that Clara woman? Not to sound dismissive, but why should you care about me kissing him?” You brushed your hair out of your face, a gust of wind styling it in front of your face. 

At your question, Josh let out a small, humorless laugh. He looked down at the mud he was standing in, his face highlighted by the Emerald Star. 

“I forget how oblivious you can be sometimes,” he muttered under his breath. You didn’t think you were meant to hear it and you didn’t know if you should’ve been offended by it or not. 

When he noticed the look on your face, he gave your hand a small squeeze. 

“I’m in love with you, Sunny. I always have been.” 

It went dead silent after that. His admission was like a shock to your system, your mind rebooting after he spoke. It washed over you like a cold wave, the realization striking at last. You were immobilized, dumbstruck by it. This wasn’t the first time Josh had told you he loved you - well, your Josh - but you’d just thought… Well, you thought this Josh hated you. 

In your mind, you turned over the few interactions you had, this time through a different lens. What you once thought was disgust was actually just Josh not knowing how to react. You felt a pit open in your stomach, upset with yourself that you didn’t give Josh the benefit of the doubt. 

“I wish you’d say something,” Josh requested, his free hand fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his thumb rubbing over the back of the hand of yours that he was holding. 

“What is there to say? I mean, a minute ago I thought you could barely stand me with how you were treating me,” you respond, perhaps harsher than you wanted to. 

At your admission, he flinched, his face losing a little of its color. 

“You… you thought I hated you?” 

The hurt expression on his face made your chest ache deeply. You never could see Josh upset; you’d tear the world apart in order to make him feel better or to find the thing that hurt him. 

“I’m sorry, Joshie, but what else was I meant to think? You hardly speak to me, let alone look at me, and when you do look at me it’s about as icy as a Siberian winter,” you rant, your tone becoming angrier with each passing moment. 

He looked away from you, his head hanging and a small humorless laugh huffing out from his lips. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” 

“Well then explain it to me, make me understand!” 

“I can’t be in love with you!” 

You waited for him to continue. You’d already felt awful enough over essentially pulling this out of him, the least you could do was give him the time he needed in order to give it to you. 

“Back when we first met you, Jake and I made a promise to one another that neither of us would try and make a move on you,” he finally admitted. That’s when he finally looked you in the eyes properly. You could finally see all the pain and sadness that your instincts told you he was experiencing. There was a rueful smile adorning his lips, but only a small one.

“I never thought he was going to break that, but then you - well, kind of you - helped him through his addiction. I saw the way he looked at you: like no earthly sight could match your beauty and like you were worth more than any and all the riches in the world to him. I knew then that he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise; honestly I wouldn’t force him to after that.”

You were dumbfounded, your mouth opening and closing like a fish gulping for water in the open air. They made a promise about me? 

“Look, I acted that way towards you because… because I knew if I even opened up to you slightly I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you like I promised Jake.” He sighed heavily, his free hand coming up to rub at his forehead. 

“Oh, Joshie,” you cooed sympathetically, resting your free hand onto his shoulder. 

You both devolved into silence, unable to come up with anything to say to one another. Once again the only thing that filled the silence in the night was the- 

“Hey, do you hear whispering?” Josh asked, looking around the darkened woods for the culprit. 

You were faced with a decision: tell him what you knew and let him think you were crazy or let him figure it out himself. 

“Lean your ear down next to the river,” you instructed, deciding to go with the former. 

Josh gave you a look, but did as he was told, tugging you down with him as neither of you wanted to let go of the other’s hand. You also leaned in closer to the river bank, hearing Josh’s full name under the rushing of the water. 

After a moment, he jerked upright, staring you dead in the eyes. There was a look on his face that was pure awe; he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“I know, it’s insane right?” 

Josh shook his head, that look of awe still on his features. “That shouldn’t be possible.” 

“What? You’ve never heard a river call out your name before?” You felt a smile pull at your lips. 

“Don’t you mean your name?” he asked, a knit in his eyebrows that tipped off his confusion. 

“No, it’s saying your name, Josh,” you informed. 

He looked at you like you had grown another head right in front of him. “No, it’s clearly saying your name, Sunny.” 

“Why do you call me that?” 

“What?” 

You thought you’d given him whiplash from how quickly you changed the subject. And maybe you did; Josh looked at you like he was getting vertigo. 

“‘Sunny’, why do you call me that?” You realized that maybe you had changed the subject a little too fast.

“Do they not call you that in your dimension?” 

“He does, but I never knew why,” you admitted, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Josh took a large breath, a tired smile pulling at his lips. You loved it when he smiled, it reminded you of the best things in the world. 

“I call you that because you remind me of sunshine; you make me warm inside like nobody else can.” The look in his eyes made you ache, deeply ache. He was so in love with you but he couldn’t allow himself to be. He was holding himself back for the sake of his twin, standing by as he took away the woman he loved. 

You just breathed, unable to do much else. You were fighting with the lump in your throat, blinking back the film of tears in your eyes. “This isn’t fair to Clara.” 

“Who said I don’t love her, too?” His smile wasn’t as convincing as he thought it was. 

You gave him a look that told him how much you believed him. When he saw your face, he sighed. 

“I can’t dwell on you my entire life, Sunny. I have to move on at some point,” he mumbled, picking at the grass. 

“You’re right.” 

Once again, the pair of you fell into silence. The river was still whispering the mantra of Josh’s full name over and over again. You hadn’t realized that you were thinking about why you and Josh were hearing each other’s names from the river until a thought struck you. 

“Hey, you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but I have an idea.” 

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“So, let me get this straight; the way back into your dimension is through ‘true love’s first kiss’, you already kissed Jake, and now you wanna kiss Josh?” Sam clarified, sitting on the couch in the living room next to his boyfriend. The two of them were still wearing their golf attire, having just returned when you and Josh walked back into the house. 

You nodded your head, not a single drop of embarrassment in your blood. Jake wasn’t faring so well, his face about as red as a stop light. He was sitting in the recliner next to the couch, looking like he wanted to sink into the upholstery. 

“I wanted to say goodbye to you first before I leave, and you also deserved to know what was happening.” Even though you weren’t embarrassed, that wasn’t to say you didn’t feel nervous. 

It was silent for a moment, the ticking of the clock somewhere in your house the only thing you could hear. You were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, looking at the carpet that you kept toeing at. 

“Well, I know I’ll miss you constantly bugging us to reform our garage band,” Danny professed, getting up and holding his arms out to hug you. You gladly accepted it, tightly wrapping your arms around him. He smelled like the outdoors and a little like sweat but you didn’t care. He always made you feel warm and safe. 

“You believe me?” 

“Of course I do, you’ve been right about everything so far,” he reminded, smoothing your hair with his hand. 

You breathed out in relief, nuzzling into Danny. 

“Do I have to watch you kiss my brother? I really don’t think you want me vomiting all over the carpet,” Sam chimed, also getting up from his spot on the couch. 

“Oh, like we haven’t had to suffer through you and Daniel making out a million times,” Jake shot back, his head lolling back onto the top of the back of the chair. 

“Ok, that’s different-” 

“Different how?” Josh interrupted, his arms crossing over his chest. He took his twin’s side, as usual. 

“Ok, enough, guys,” Danny mediated, pulling out of the hug to try and de-escalate the situation. He saw what happened when the Kiszkas got into real fights. 

“Whatever, come here.” Sam was the next one to pull you into a hug, also smelling like sweat and the outdoors. 

“I’ll miss you, Sammy,” you breathe, your arms encircling his frame and pulling you against him. 

“You’ll be seeing me again in your dimension,” he reassured, patting your back lovingly. 

At this, you pulled away to look him in the eyes. “You’re one of a kind, Samuel. No one else in the universe is quite like you, even the other versions of you.” 

Despite it feeling like it was almost too cheesy, it was still a sweet moment. For a moment, you thought you made Sam cry. And you did, but he pulled you back into a hug before his tears could fall. “I’ll miss you too.” 

Despite being a little shit for most of the time you spent with him, Sam was still a source of comfort and relief for you. He had managed to make light of a terrible situation and make you laugh where you thought you couldn’t. God you were getting sentimental; you hated that. Giving him one last squeeze, you let go and moved on to the next Kiszka. 

“I think you know what I’m gonna say to you,” you forecasted, opening your arms out to Jake. The younger twin rolled his eyes before accepting your hug. 

“I’ll talk to her, I promise,” he swore, albeit with an attitude. He’s lucky he’s cute or else you would’ve reprimanded him or something like that. 

“Well, yes that. But also-” 

“Give the band another try,” all four boys groaned out at the same time, exasperated by your persistence. You could see the tired smiles on Daniel and Samuel’s face. They at least were charmed by you. 

“Hey,” you called, gaining Jake’s full attention, “take care of yourself, alright?” 

He swallowed, nodding with a tiny smile pulling at his lips. It was tight, but you saw that he took your words to heart. You hoped that he’d be able to do what you requested, learning what you did about him while you were here. At least you found comfort in the fact that you knew this dimension’s version of you would be there for him, and you knew if there was anyone you could trust to look after Jake, it was yourself. 

Placing a kiss on his cheek, Jake went to go stand by Danny and Sammy. Seeing Daniel standing there, you remembered a promise you made to yourself the first day you were in this dimension. 

“Danny, I never thanked you for looking after me.” 

“You didn’t have to, you’d do the same for me,” he reassured, sending you a warm and bright smile your way. You felt yourself return it, walking over to him and embracing him once again. 

“Look after Josh for me, alright?” you whispered into his ear, hoping he knew what you were actually asking. Out of the rest of the three, Daniel was the most emotionally mature and observant of them. That’s why you hoped he’d get what you were asking; and he did. He nodded his head, rubbing his hand against your back before letting you go. 

“Ready to test your theory?” Josh asked, his hands rubbing together nervously. He wore his usual big smile, but you could tell it was his nerves causing it rather than his usual joy. 

“You make it sound like I went through the whole scientific method in order to come to the conclusion that the river whispers your soulmate’s name at you,” you joke, hoping that it will ease some of Josh’s tension. 

You managed to get a giggle out of him with that, making you smile in response. You took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against his skin to calm him down, something you learned from Danny. He looked at your intertwined hands like it was a new concept to him despite you two holding hands by the Cass river not even half an hour ago. 

“Are you ready?” you quietly ask him, looking into his eyes to look for any discomfort. All he did was nod, that nervous smile back on his lips. 

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and leaned in. Josh met you halfway, feeling his facial hair bristle against your skin. It was a welcome sensation, a comforting and familiar one. It was just like how you remembered it, but also it wasn’t. Never before had you felt a pins and needles sensation go through your entire body while kissing anyone before. You began to become concerned when it got more intense and your head became light. You pulled away, looking down at your hands. 

“Blue sparks,” you breathe out in disbelief. You look into Josh’s eyes to see concern, which didn’t surprise you. “It worked.” 

Soon, your entire body was eaten by that lapis electricity. You felt that same dizziness that you felt when you were being administered Cosmic Ash. Not long after, your vision began to fade, Josh’s face the last thing you saw before total darkness consumed you. 

The four boys were left standing awestruck in the living room, silence permeating the air save for the ticking of the clock. It remained that way for a solid minute before Sam broke the quiet. 

“What do you say, boys? Up for a jam session?” 

+++ You woke up in your bed, your head feeling like it weighed a hundred tons and thundering like a thunderstorm of biblical proportions. Your extremities felt like the embodiment of television static. There was a high pitched ringing in your ears, yet you felt safe and comforted. 

Upon opening your eyes, you felt like sobbing. Sitting at the side of your bed was none other than Joshua Michael Kiszka; your Josh. 

“Welcome back, Sunny,” he warmly breathed out, tears glittering in his eyes. You reached out your hand and he gladly took it, your heart jumping in pure joy when you didn’t ghost through. 

“Joshie,” you sobbed, tears burning in your eyes. There was a grin splitting your face open, relief washing over you like a tsunami. He was back, you were back. 

Against your better judgment, you climbed out of your bed and into his lap in order to embrace him, stumbling upon taking your first step onto the floor. But you weren’t in fear of falling, you knew Josh would keep you safe. 

You always were very touchy with him when you hadn’t seen him in a while when on tour, but this time felt different. You wrapped around him, your legs and arms trapping him against you as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His hands immediately went to touch you, one in your hair and the other in the small of your back. He rested his chin against your shoulder, feeling his breath ghost over your ear. 

The two of you just stayed there embracing, drinking up each other's touch that neither of you were allowed to experience in the months that he was away and the days you were sequestered in a foriegn world. You both cried; relief, joy, and a tinge of sadness mixing together in a cocktail of emotions. 

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Josh whispered into your ear, his hand on your back beginning to rub circles into it. 

“I’m so glad to be back,” you responded, your voice breaking from the tears you were shedding. 

Another few moments passed before you reluctantly pulled away from him. “The other boys will want to see me.” 

Josh nodded in agreement, his giant and contagious smile adorning his face. Without any warning, he surged up and placed a sugary sweet kiss on your lips. You were pleasantly surprised, a surprised burst of laughter emerging from your lips. 

“What was that for?” 

The look he had in his eyes was unadulterated affection, his eyes no longer glittering with tears but rather love. He shrugged his shoulders in response to your question. “I just felt like it.” 

You felt like you were smiling like a moron, the grin you were wearing splitting your face in half. “C’mon, lover boy.” 

You climbed off his lap, gripping the back of the chair he was sitting in for support. You still didn’t feel 100% yet. Once he was out of the chair, Josh helped you out into the living room of your house, leading you by your hand. 

Upon entering the room, you were pulled into a hug by Sammy. “Oh my god, you’re back!” 

Letting go of Josh, you returned the hug. He wasn’t hugging you as hard as he usually does. You suspected he was afraid of hurting you or something along those lines. Since you weren’t afraid of such a thing, you squeezed him as hard as you normally would, hearing him exhale in surprise at the change in pressure. 

“Alright, you’re gonna kill the poor bastard,” Jake intervened, placing his hand on your shoulder in order to pull you away from his little brother. 

“Hey, Jakey,” you breathed, embracing him next. 

Danny was after Jake, his strong arms feeling like home. You’d never tell Josh, but Daniel gave the best hugs out of the entire band. 

“Hey doll, how do you feel?” came a female voice from behind you. Pulling out of the hug with Danny but still holding onto him for some support, you turn around to be face to face with your mentor. 

“Veda, it’s so good to see you.” Just like with Sam, she hugged you like you were made of glass. 

“I’m glad you’re back where you belong, darling,” she replied, pulling away and guiding you to the couch. “I’m sure you have some questions. As do we.” 

You took your seat, Josh taking the spot to your right. 

 You waited for everyone to take a seat before you responded. “Of course. Do you want to ask first?”

“What was it like?” Sam asked first, clearly chomping at the bit to know about your experience. 

“Well, it wasn’t all that different from here. Really the only differences were the changes in professions, the emerald in the sky that seemed to have replaced the moon. Oh, and the fact that you and Danny were a couple,” you recounted, looking up at the ceiling as you talked. It wasn’t until you addressed Samuel once more that you saw how red he became. 

“Y-You mean… me and Daniel?” 

“Yeah. It was quite sweet, actually,” you reaffirmed. And it wasn’t like you were deliberately trying to embarrass him, you just stated your perspective on it. 

The two members of the rhythm section shared a look, one significantly more affected by the news than the other was. Danny just gave Sam a sympathetic smile and patted him on the shoulder. 

“I’ve got a question. Who did you end up kissing to get back?” Josh asked, trying to act like he wasn’t that invested. Jake scoffed at his effort, you agreeing with Jake’s reaction. 

“You sure you want to know that, sugar?” 

“Of course he does, it’s all he’s been thinking about since you last contacted him,” Jake confirmed, exposing his twin. 

Josh shot him a look, Jake not being affected at all by the daggers he was being thrown. You just giggled, sliding your hand into Josh’s. 

“Jake,” you answered, pursing your lips to hide your smile upon seeing Josh’s jealousy written across his face. 

“Jake?!” Josh repeated. 

“But then that didn’t work so I ended up kissing you. It seems you’re my soulmate in every dimension.” 

Watching Josh deflate in front of you caused you to burst into a fit of giggles, the other three boys joining in with you. It was hard to get under Josh’s skin, but when one was able to achieve such a feat it was always funny. 

“So, what’s this about Spongebob being off-brand anime?” Jake asked once the laughter died down. 

You shared a look with Sam, finding smugness in his eyes. “Sam, you wanna answer that one?” 

“Of course I do. So, a while back, Sunny and I were debating over what is considered an anime and what isn’t. I came to the conclusion that Spongebob is an off-brand anime and she refuses to accept that,” he explained, that sly look in his eyes he gets when he knows he’s getting under someone’s skin. 

“No, explain to them how you define an ‘off-brand’ anime,” you demand. 

“An off-brand anime is a show that doesn’t come from Japan but is done in the style of an anime,” he explains as per your request. 

“So by his definition, every cartoon/animated show is an ‘off-brand’ anime,” you add, your anger rising as the conversation continues. 

“Never claimed that they weren’t.” 

“Do you guys see how ridiculous this is?!” 

“Easy, easy,” Danny interjects, his arms held out in front of him in a calming manner. Sam, behind Danny’s back, sticks his tongue out at you. Electing to be the bigger person, you don’t react at all, save for sneering a little. 

“Wow, sorry I asked,” Jake mumbled, his face wearing a mask of disbelief. 

You cooled down for a minute, Josh holding back his laughter as he attempted to calm you. 

“Do you have any questions for us?” Veda questioned, having stayed silent through the rest of the conversation. 

“What did you guys do with that Fia Noyer girl? I can’t imagine she can be arrested for what she did.” 

A dark look fell over your mentor’s face, her amused smile morphing into a hard line as her eyes turned into hardened steel. “I took care of her, that’s all you need to know.” 

You felt a shiver go down your spine at the frigid tone she employed. You had no idea what Veda did and frankly you were too scared to ask. You knew what she was capable of. 

“Uh, w-what about the people in the other dimension I was in? Are they ok?” you asked in an attempt to distract yourself from the fate of Noyer. 

The smile was restored to Veda’s face, looking more like your benevolent mentor. However, that hardness never quite left her eyes. 

“They’re doing just fine. When I checked in on them, they were writing music. It seems they took your suggestion to heart,” she answered, her hands playing with her necklace she had around her neck. 

“And what about Jake? Is he doing ok?” You knew that asking after him would only bring more questions from your group, but you needed to know. 

“He’s doing better than fine. He got the girl and everything, she’s helping him get clean from the Cosmic Ash too.” 

You breathed out in relief, falling back onto the couch. You had been the most worried about him. But you had been right about yourself. 

“What was up with m- the other Jake?” You glanced over at your Jake, confusion and slight concern on his face. You couldn’t really blame him. 

“He was recovering from a Vide Noir addiction - the drug I used in order to contact Josh. He got hooked on the anti-drug and the me from that dimension is helping him through that like she helped him through the last one,” you explain, feeling yourself begin to tire. It hit you like a falling piano, feeling like your eyelids suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. 

“Alright guys, that’s enough for tonight. Sunny looks like she’s about to pass out,” Josh delegated, his hands already sliding underneath you to carry you back to your room. 

You mumbled your goodbyes, nuzzling into your boyfriend as he carried you bridal style. You felt him gently lower you onto your mattress, but he made no move to join you, the thought of him leaving you sending a wave of panic down your spine. 

“No,” you protest, your hand grabbing his wrist. You tugged on him with what little strength you had, signaling what you wanted from him. “Stay.” 

With no protests from Josh, he climbed onto the bed with you. You instantly snuggled against him, holding him as tightly as you could. You had convinced yourself that as long as you could hold him or touch him, he wouldn’t vanish from you again. 

“I love you, Sunny,” he whispered, placing a kiss onto the top of your head. Your chest ached, not realizing you had missed hearing that from him so much. 

“I love you too, Joshie.” 

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Thank you so much for reading this series! I hope you enjoyed and that you give my other fics a read! This entire series was actually inspired by album Vide Noir by the band Lord Huron. If you liked this series (and if you made it this far I'd venture to guess you did) then I highly recommend you give it a listen. They're another band from Michigan that make incredible music. Anyway, thank you again for reading, I love you all insurmountably <3

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Hi I love your writing!! Not sure if you take requests so please ignore this if you don’t!! What if Sam and reader were dating and then reader finds out about Sam/Penny liking each other in the past so they get kinda insecure and Sam reassures them

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It really means the world to me to hear it! :) Thank you so much for your request as well, it was absolutely LOVELY to write. I hope you will enjoy it! Have a lovely day, dear anon~ <3

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

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✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: a lil jealousy, a lil insecurity. it is mostly fluff, though. gentle kisses and all~

☾ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ☽

The relationship between Sam and you had begun to blossom in the fall of your first year in Pelican Town. It had all started out quite simple; playing pool with the blond and Sebastian in the saloon turned into hanging out and playing video games together. Taking turns trying hard levels bled into fleeting touches and looking at one another longer than necessarily needed; until it all ended in a chaste kiss behind near the river. It hadn’t taken Sam much longer to show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, asking you to officially be with him.

Ever since, your relationship had grown like the crops on your fields – filling your heart with a deep, comfortable feeling of contentment and calm, something no one ever had managed up until the town. However, whenever Sam walked up to you, looking at you with these deep blue eyes filled with excitement and genuine happiness and smiling at you as if you were the first warm day in spring, you felt like you were at the right place, at the right time.

However, there was gossip in town. Little whispers, really, nothing you wouldn’t have expected living in a sleepy community like this. The gossip here was nothing more than a fleeting thought that was spoken out; here one moment, gone the next.

You had always promised yourself to not let these whispers stick to you, to just smile and forget about it. And so far you had done well; the most attention you had spent on anything that wasn’t rock solid was wondering how someone would come up with something like that.

In all seriousness, you just didn’t care for it. It rolled off your back like droplets of rain rolled off your raincoat.

You didn’t think a simple visit to Pierre’s would change that. You were standing in front of one of the shelves in the far back, looking at the different seasonal seeds in stock, considering trying out something new on the fields when you heard Marnie’s voice. It was hushed as it usually was when she was gossiping. Any other day, you would have just turned back to the bags in your hand, but today, you heard your boyfriend’s name. Much to your shame, your ears perked up almost immediately, and even worse, you actually tilted your head a little to catch what Marnie was saying.

“Yes, I am surprised he didn’t end up with Ms. Penny. The crushes they had were quite obvious, even my nephew picked up on it,” she hummed.

Another voice now answered with a hum, but when they talked, you were able to identify it as Mayor Lewis’s. “Even my old eyes picked up on it! I saw them at the bridge often, and I always thought Ms. Penny just waited for him to make the first move and she would have been all his.”

Your heart sank. Sam had had a crush on Penny? You furrowed your brows as you thought back, trying to remember if you ever had picked up on anything like that. Then it hit you – they had often hung out by the bridge together, and if you were honest, you had always felt a weird tension sizzle in the air between them.

Marnie again: “It is quite a shame, really. Jas told me that Ms. Penny looks a little sad when they pick up little Vincent. I think they would have made a good couple; she could have taught him a lot, I bet.”

“And maybe he would have helped her to get out of her shell a little. I thought they were a good match as well.”

You couldn’t take any more. You stepped out from between the shelves and almost ran to the till, slamming the bags onto the counter. “Just these, please,” you smiled at Pierre, loud enough for the hushed whispers behind you to stop.

“Thanks,” you murmured after you had been rung up, fleeing the general store without as much as a look in the two chatterboxes’ direction.

You had genuinely wanted to let go of what you had heard today. After all, Sam was with you now, and he seemed genuinely happy with you. Even now in his sleep, he was looking peaceful and content; his arm stretched out towards you as usual. Whenever you and Sam slept together, he had to touch you in some way. You didn’t mind that, in fact, it usually calmed you and lulled you into a deep slumber. Tonight, it didn’t help.

You had started thinking as soon as your conversation with Sam had faded as his breathing had grown heavier; a clear sign that he was drifting off to sleep.

Had you gotten in the middle of something between Sam and Penny?

Would he maybe be better off dating her?

Would he be happier with her?

Why did he choose to be with you when there seemingly was a spark, big enough for others to notice?

Penny, in all honesty, was not only a beautiful human but had an incredible personality at that. She was a catch, no doubt. Maybe you had ruined the best relationship Sam could have ever had, because what could you offer? You were a farmer, nothing more, nothing less. Doing work many considered as nothing but simple and dirty. Whereas Penny was always clean and well-kempt: being noble enough to try and give the town’s kids the best possible education. Trying to give your boyfriend’s little brother the best possible chances, for crying out loud!

Holy shit, you had probably ruined Sam’s life, what did he even see in you?

“Babe?” a groggy voice next to you asked, making you tense up. You had been so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you hadn’t even realized how much you had been tossing and turning. You tried to stay still, even out your breathing. Maybe he would just go back to sleep.

But you knew Sam better than that. And just as you had expected, two strong arms slowly snaked around you, pulling you into a warm chest. Sam’s hand found your hair, long fingers running through it just mere moments later. Sam knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself, and he knew what to do when you were nervous. And even now in your state of inner turmoil it helped; you relaxed into his arms, and for a split second, your head was quiet.

“What’s wrong, baby? Bad dream?”

That was your chance. If you said yes now, he would probably cuddle you, caressing your hair until you fell asleep. Sleep sounded nice right about now.

“Did I ruin your chances with Penny? Would you rather be with her?”

The caressing stopped, and you could feel the mattress behind you shift. Was he leaving now?

The light switched on, and before you could say something else, you saw Sam’s face hover right over yours. His rough hand was placed on your cheek now, thumb caressing the skin gently as he peered into your eyes. All sleep had vanished now, replaced by honest concern and confusion.

 “Why would you think something like that?”

You bit around on your lower lip, looking away in embarrassment. “I heard Marnie and Lewis talk at Pierre’s today…They…they talked about the crush you had on Penny and the crush she had on you and how you would be a great match and how she is sad when she picks up Vincent now and-“

Noting how stupid you sounded, you stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath and not being able to stop yourself, “and it had me wondering, because I saw you hang out as well and Penny is so beautiful and kind and noble and she would have a good influence on you! And what am I, just a farmer, you have seen me in dirty clothes more often than in clean ones and-“

You looked at Sam helplessly, tears in the corner of your eyes. “And I just…Why did you choose me when you could have had her, Sam? Why didn’t you choose her? You could have…I…” The blond looked at you, patiently waiting for you to finish speaking.

Only when your stream of words had seemingly ceased did he lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Because Penny isn’t you, my love,” he murmured against the plush of your lips, looking into your eyes. His thumb was still caressing your cheek, allowing his other hand to lock together with yours.

“Yes, Penny is a good-hearted woman, and yes, I might have had a crush on her.  But you touched my heart in a way no one ever has. I fell in love with you, and I mean all of you. Your eyes; the way they light up when you’re proud or happy. The way you smile and the many different smiles you have. I love every single one. I love that you get dirty every day while doing what you love. I love that you give it your all every day.”

Sam kissed your nose carefully, his eyes peering into yours again.

“I love how careful you are with everything, especially with things that are dear to you. Yoba, I love the way your breathing sounds when you are next to me, I love the way you ramble to yourself when you are working on something and think no one can hear you. I love the random sounds you make. I love seeing you. I love being around you. I love you being mine. I love you.”

Sam kissed your lips again, holding onto your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes, hiding your face in his chest. The blond laid back down, carefully pulling you on top of him. He drew random patterns onto your back; mostly hearts and clouds and little stars.

“I remember the first actual date we went on. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so close to just throwing up. Sebastian kept teasing me, asking me why I was nervous, I had been to the beach so often…” he kissed your head again, holding you a little tighter to his chest. “And then I saw you there. All bundled up in your winter clothes, and I asked myself why I had been so stupid to suggest a date on the beach in winter. But when you smiled at me…Shit, that was the moment I just knew that you were my one and only. And I wouldn’t want to live a life in which you weren’t.”

You sniffled a little, but smiled a little as you thought back to the date. You had, in fact, asked yourself why Sam would want to meet up at the beach in winter, but you could have never allowed yourself to pass up the opportunity.

You closed your eyes; taking in your boyfriend’s scent. He smelled like cotton and a hint of vanilla. Honestly, you found he smelled like home.

You could feel Marnie’s and Lewis’s voices quieten down, as did your worries.

Sam could feel you relax in your arms and slowly lifted your chin with two fingers.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sam.”

“And tomorrow I will skate on the Mayor’s property.”

“No, Sam."

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[glitterinmyveinss]

// Fuck It I Love You • part 2 //

summary: after the party, you and wes talk more about your feelings for each other and things get a little heated

part 2 of this chap

❥༄ when i stepped out of fred's car, the night sky was jet black, accompanied with bright stars. i started giggling to myself because they looked like little specks of glitter. Fred gave me an irritated look, "get inside weirdo." i sneered at him while he pushed me towards the driveway, wes beside him laughing. I was still trying to wrap my head around the events that happened merely an hour ago. the whole thing happened so fast. it had me questioning wes's motives. i mean does he really like me or did he just tell me all that because him and harmony broke up? as we all stepped into the house, my thoughts were interrupted by fred's voice. "ah shit man, how are you gonna get home? me and y/n are way too drunk to drive you back, and i need my car tomorrow." i looked over at wes, he was looking at fred with a concentrated face. "i mean i could just crash here right? it wouldn't be the first time." fred looked down at his shoes, clearly thinking then shrugging. "yeah you're right, just take the couch." fred waved me and wes off, making his way to his room, leaving the two of us in the kitchen, alone.

❥༄ I awkwardly stared at my shoes, while wes scratched the beck of his neck. "well i guess that's my cue." i murmured along with a weak laugh. wes jumped up "oh yeah me too.." "well goodnight wes." i whispered. he looked at me and there was something about his eyes, it's like there was some kind of message in them, but i couldn't decipher it. "yeah goodnight y/n...sleep well." he gave me a small smile, i returned it and trutted up the stairs to my room. i shut the door with a sigh and changed into my pjs. i followed that up with brushing my teeth. i was about to wash my face, then i remembered i was probably going to have a gnarly hangover in the morning. i made my way downstairs where i saw wes on the couch, flipping through channels.

"whatchu doing?" i asked. He jumped a little, startled by my entrance. "nothing just racking up your guys cable bill. how about you? i thought you were going to sleep?" i leaned on the counter and sighed. "i was but i realized i'll probably feel like death tomorrow, so i came down here to get some water and pain killers. do you want any?" he shook his head "nah i didn't drink a lot, so i should be fine" i shrugged while grabbing a glass "suit yourself~" he laughed me off and returned to looking through TV channels. once i was done i began making my way back to my room until i noticed wes had no blanket, or pillow. really fred? "did fred not give you a pillow and blanket?" "nah hes a jerk" he said with a chuckle. i placed my water and pills back on the counter. "wait here." i went down the hall to get him his stuff.

i plopped the items down on the spot next to him on the couch. "thanks i appreciate it" he stammered. "n-no problem!" his nervous behavior was so cute, it was making me nervous as well! i turned to the tv and saw he was watching mtv downtown. "oh i love this show!" i said while placing myself on the couch. "can i stay and watch it with you? please!" he laughed at my pleading. his head was thrown back, and i could see the crinkles on the corner of his eyes, and how his smile curved up. how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? "it's your house y/n, go ahead." i blushed in embarrassment, realizing he was right. "yeah i know...i just didn't want to keep you up." he looked at me, still smiling "don't worry, i'd stay up all night if you wanted me too." he confessed. i looked at him to notice he had a bashful look on his face. i smiled shyly in response and turned my attention to the tv screen in an attempt to stop myself from kissing him right then and there.

it was around 15 minutes later when the question began bouncing around my head again. did wes really like me? i let out an audible sigh, without meaning to, which made wes turn to look at me with a perplexed expression. "what wrong? are you cold?" he questioned while shoving more of the blanket towards me. "no i'm just...thinking." he raised an eyebrow. "about what?" i hesitated and began playing with my hair before i spoke up. "wes...do you really like me? or did you just do and say all that tonight because you and harmony broke up?" he positioned himself in a way that forced him to have hisbody fully towards me. "y/n...yes i really do like you. i mean i've known you since we were in elementary, why would i do something so cruel to you? especially...you." i sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "i don't know it's just...why now? why all of a sudden? i mean like you've said, we've know each for years, and i've liked you that whole time." i confessed, my voice getting more shaky as i continued, and my face reddening as well. "y/n look at me." i snapped my head towards him. if he was medusa i would still look. "first of all, i never knew you've liked me for so long, i'm flattered. second of all my-" he stopped to let out a light hearted chuckle. "my crush on you is kinda new..." i furrowed my brows. "what do you mean?" he began rubbing the back of his neck again "well i wanna say it started this year, i mean i've always just known you as my best friends little sister, but you've really changed. i mean looks and personality wise." i nodded at his confession. i guess you could say i had a "glow up." i didn't like bragging about my looks a lot but of course, i wanted to know more. "like what?" he looked at me, confused. "what do you mean?" i rolled my eyes at him. "what specifically about me changed?" he laughed dryly while turning away, a small tint of pink adorning his face. "come on, don't make me say it." i turned to him with a worried look. "what?" he sighed while looking back at me, then at my chest, then back at me. i scoffed and pushed his chest. "seriously?!" he threw his hands up in defense. "hey you asked." he said while chuckling. "i mean it's not like that's the only thing." he continued. "you've just really grown into your looks ok? and you've become such an...individual. you're just completely your own person, and i really dig that." my heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest, and i'm pretty sure my face was as red as a strawberry. with a shaky voice, i thanked him. "t-thanks wes that...means a lot coming from you." he laughed a little then asked, "what do you mean by that?" all while having a devilish smirk. i rolled my eyes "you know what i said...i've liked you for years."i looked up only to see he was already looking at me. i felt like he could see through me completely. see every secret and insecurity. every line and curve. he cupped my face and i was frozen, unable to speak or think, then our lips connected. the kiss was slow and passionate. despite it being the middle of november, his lips felt warm against mine. i felt like i had a wildfire all over my body. then he picked me up and sat me on his lap. i let out s small yelp, resulting in him pulling away and putting a finger over my mouth. "shh we don't wanna get caught " he said with a sly smirk. i nodded in agreement, i was like putty in his hands at this point. he put his hands in my hair and reconnected our lips. my hands found his chest and biceps. when did he get so buff? i moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the immense pleasure i was feeling he giggled into the kiss and began stroaking my hair, then he lightly tugged at it. "what did i just say baby?" my lip wobbled in embarrassment. "it's too much wes!" i said, my voice shaky and barely above a whisper. he began attacking my neck, littering it with love bites. i his myself in his arms and neck, my body was electric. "you're so adorable, it's driving me insane" // to be continued

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[waywardxrhea]

Jealousy: a Bucky Barnes one-shot

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 3k

You are working with Bucky, Sam, and Zemo to get intel on the Power Broker when the night takes an unexpected turn...

content warnings: minors DNI (18+) - smut (semi-public, oral - male receiving, fingering), PWP, jealousy, groping, drinking, language, name calling (slut - not by Bucky), some violence.

“You can come out now,” Helmut Zemo called to you through the bathroom door of his private jet you were currently holed up in after getting ready for an evening of espionage. 

“I feel weird…” you muttered, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Sam, Bucky, Zemo, and you were getting ready for an intel gathering mission and this time it was your turn to gather intel. Why that meant you had to have your tits nearly falling out of the dress Zemo picked out, you didn’t know, but you were so close to getting the break you needed you would do nearly anything to get answers.

“Everyone feels weird at these things. The dresses are uncomfortable but when you’re somewhere looking at art you need to look like art yourself,” he told you. 

“Fine,” you sighed, giving yourself one more once over as the plane started to descend. 

On anyone else you would have said the dress was gorgeous. It flowed like a river when you walked, it was sparkly enough to be seen from space, and the combination of the low cut neckline and the slit in the leg was enough to make the devil himself blush. It just wasn’t you. Ever since you became an agent for SHIELD, the CIA, and now freelancing with this band of misfits, you’d grown accustomed to wearing pants and tactical gear and in your downtime it was leggings and chunky sweaters. Nothing even the slightest bit revealing.

So when you exited the bathroom you couldn’t help the blush that creeped up your neck as Sam gave a low whistle from where he stood in his steel blue pressed tux, saying, “Man you’re looking good!”

“Can it,” you told him, rolling your eyes and shoving your hands into the pockets of the dress. That part at least Zemo took your advice on when designing the dress which you guessed you were grateful for…

“I told you you’d look beautiful,” Zemo said. “A thank you would be nice.”

“Thank you,” you told him with a sarcastic smile, turning away and rolling your eyes. 

As you turned away, Bucky emerged into the main area of the plane, adjusting his tie and giving you a once over. “I think you’ve made him speechless,” Sam said teasingly, nudging Bucky in the ribs after he didn’t say anything for a few seconds. 

Sam had always teased the two of you because he knew you liked Bucky but you’d just never made a move. He’s got bigger things to worry about than me, you’d always told yourself. Besides, he’s on those dating apps and all, so that’s proof he isn’t interested, not in you... 

“No time for puppy eyes, we’re here,” Zemo said as the plane touched down. “Does everyone remember the plan?”

“Yes,” you replied. “I go in first and blend in for a while. Admire the art, catch the attention of the target, chat him up for a bit. Once I get what we need on the Power Broker I’ll excuse myself to the restroom and we make a break for it.”

“Correct,” he told you with a nod. 

“The three of us will go in separately and pretend to look at the art while making sure things don’t go sideways,” Sam added. 

“Right again. What is the code word for if you become compromised?”

“Champagne,” you told him instantly. Now this was the stuff you were built for.

“Are we ready?” Zemo asked as the group approached the door to the jet.

“As I’ll ever be,” you said, making your way to the door and carefully picking your way down the steps to head into the party. 

“Don’t strut or anything,” Sam told you teasingly as he watched you feign confidence on your way in. 

“Shut up, I don’t strut,” you snapped. 

“You do tend to strut when you’re in heels,” Zemo said. 

“Okay let’s not focus on my walk you guys!” you said before approaching the door to the art show. 

“Here, let me get that for you ma’am,” a suited man said, opening the door for you with a smile and a wink. 

You gave him a smug raise of your eyebrows in return as you walked through the door, narrowly missing the hand that was outstretched, no doubt trying to cop a feel. “I feel gross…” you mumbled as you walked further in, grabbing a glass of champagne from a tray nearby. 

While looking around, something caught your eye so you made my way to an art piece that you had only ever seen in textbooks. It was beautiful… A man slid up next to you to admire the piece as well, and casually asked, “You like it? It’s one of a kind.”

“It’s wonderful, I didn’t know this piece was even on the market!” you said, wonder in your eyes over the art in front of you.

“Maybe it could be yours if you give me something in exchange,” the man said suggestively, making you throw up a little in your mouth. 

You turned to see who the man was and saw that it was the target. Like some miracle he had walked up to you, but you weren’t about to take it for granted. So as much as it pained you to do it, you reached over to his arm and brushed your fingers over it and asked in your most innocently seductive voice, “And what may that be?”

“All right we’re all in, if this guy goes too far, say something and we’ll come get you,” Sam told you through the earpiece as he casually made his way over to the nearby bar. 

While he said this, you and the man made your way over to the VIP area where you two sat down on a couch and were served drinks of your choice. He glanced down at your breasts quickly before asking, “So what’s your name darlin? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

You giggled and put on the charm as you walked two fingers up his chest, telling him, “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

“That I would,” he replied, placing a hand on the bare portion of your thigh. He snaked his other arm around your back and rested his hand on your ass, pulling you close. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have to attend these events alone.”

“Play your cards right and I could be your plus one from now on…” you told him, the corners of your lips turning up in a small smile. 

The next half hour felt like forever as you pushed for more drinks for your pleasant company and innocently sweet talked your way into the answers you needed. When you felt like you had enough intel to make our next move, you sweetly told him, “I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me, I need to go to the girls’ room. These drinks went right through me!”

“I’ll be here when you get back sweetheart,” he told you with a smile as you got up, grabbing your ass once more when you stood. 

As you turned the corner to make it seem convincing that you were actually looking for the restroom, you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you toward them. You just about took them out before realizing that it was just Bucky. “What the hell, Buck?” you asked, taken aback. 

He put his finger to his ear, turning off his coms before whispering sharply, “Why’d you let him touch you like that?”

“W-what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing. 

“We’re getting out of here, you two need to get out before we’re compromised,” Zemo told you over the coms. 

“Be there in a minute,” you told him before turning your own off, following Bucky’s actions. Getting back to his question, you said, “I did what I had to do to get answers. Why do you care?”

“Because no one should be touching you like that,” he replied, looking deep into your eyes. 

You laughed a bit before asking sarcastically, “Oh yeah because it should be you right?”

What happened next shocked you to the core. Because Bucky, the man who had stolen your heart, said, “Yes,” before crashing his lips down onto yours, pinning you against the wall hard. A million thoughts ran through your mind and your head spun as you tried to process what was happening all while sinking into his soft lips. 

“Bucky…” you whispered between kisses as he held you close. Never breaking the makeout session, he felt around for any door handle he could find before pulling you into whatever room it revealed. 

Once the pair of you were in the room, he hiked you up onto the counter before resting his forehead on yours, saying, “It killed me seeing that bastard touching you like that. I wanted it to be me.”

With your senses finally kicked in after the shock of the kiss, you shook your head and whispered, “You don’t mean that. You’re just saying that because of how I look right now. If we were back at the hotel and I was in my leggings and sweater you’d just look the other way…”

“No,” he said as he looked deep into your eyes, pulling away and taking your hand in his. “This is something that’s been on my mind for a while, but I never had the courage to say it until now. I thought I could push away my feelings in order to not compromise our friendship and partnership but… I wanted to kill that guy for touching you like that.”

You opened your mouth to say something in response, but nothing came out. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. When you got back to it, your hands wandered each other's bodies desperately, Bucky’s metal hand slipping under your dress to cup your breast and mess with your sensitive nipple. You gasped at the cool touch and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. 

As you ran one hand through his hair, he slowly slid his right hand down to your thighs, not moving any further than there without permission. Not even caring how dirty it made you feel to do so, at the touch you spread your legs for him and pulled away for a moment to whisper, “Please touch me…”

“As you wish,” he whispered, taking no time at all to begin toying with your swollen clit. He nipped at your earlobe before mumbling, “God you’re so wet.”

“That’s because you drive me crazy,” you admitted. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

“Oh yeah?” he asked while gently pushing two fingers in and feeling around for that special spot inside. 

“Oh God yes,” you whimpered, your head rolling back as he found what he was looking for. No one had touched you like this in so long and it just felt so good and so…right with it being him. 

He added his thumb to the mix, rubbing your clit while his fingers worked their magic and you had to bite your knuckle to keep from screaming, it felt so good. Seeing your reaction, Bucky smirked and started kissing your neck, telling you between kisses, “I guess we shoulda talked about it because I’ve been dreaming of this for a while. First chance I get after tonight, I’m fuckin’ you into oblivion, doll.”

Those words were all it took to bring you impossibly closer to the edge. The idea of Bucky doing unspeakable things to you made everything that much better and you could feel yourself shaking as you approached your high. “Bucky…” you whispered shakily. 

Bucky stood there just admiring you as he picked up the pace of his fingers inside your sensitive cunt. He gave you a sideways smile before whispering, “God, just look at you. You’re so beautiful. Those little gasps and whimpers all for me? That’s enough to make me wanna go all night,” he said, making you even weaker in the knees. Your head rolled back and your breathing started to become uneven as he worked his magic inside, the pace somehow getting more vigorous the closer he brought you to release. The smirk was audible in his voice as he added, “Come on doll, I can tell you’re close, just cum for me.” 

And just like that with a few more strokes of his fingers you were experiencing the most intense orgasm you had in years. “Oh my God, fuck…” you moaned before he captured your lips on his own once more while you rode it out on his fingers which continued to pump in and out lazily as you clenched around them. 

“I think I can get used to that sound,” he told you with a smile once he pulled back from your kiss. 

You couldn’t help the school-girl-like giggle that escaped your lips before you got serious again, kissing him after jumping off the countertop. You spun the two of you around and pinned him to the counter this time, your fingers trailing their way down to his belt and messing with the buckle waiting for permission. “You don’t gotta do anything for me right now, the others are waiting. I’m sure they’re getting worried,” he told you.

“I think for once you need to put yourself before others,” you whispered, ghosting your fingers over the prominent tent in his slacks. 

He chuckled before giving in, saying, “Make it quick.”

“Oh trust me I can do that,” you told him with a wink before undoing his belt buckle and letting his slacks fall to his ankles. You toyed with the waistband of his underwear for a moment before pulling them down as you sank onto your knees in front of him. 

As you kissed the swollen tip of his penis he sucked in air through his teeth, telling you, “Don’t be a tease.” You giggled and ran one finger on the underside of his cock, the vein pulsing beneath your touch, and that had him like putty in your hands and asking, “Please?”

With that final almost whimper of a please from the man standing above you, you took his impressive length in your mouth. You got as far back as you could before beginning to bob your head, his right hand gently resting in your hair to guide you while his left had a death grip on the counter behind him. 

When you hollowed out your cheeks, Bucky’s knees almost buckled and he tightened his grip on your hair. At this you pulled back and teased his head with your tongue before going back in. The way his breath hitched in his throat and the way he started moving his hips showed he was losing the restraint he had on himself meaning that he was close, so you used your hand to work what you couldn’t with your mouth and that’s exactly when he lost it. 

He had never felt anything like the feeling he was experiencing right now as he gently thrust his hips forward, relishing in the feeling of pure pleasure he was getting from your mouth. “Fuckin’ hell!” he groaned as he came to his high, his warm release filling your mouth while his grip on the counter tightened, his metal hand breaking the marble in the process. 

Coming back up to eye level with him after he finished, you smirked before telling him, “Quiet down Sergeant, you don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”

“Oh next time you’ll be regretting that, doll,” he growled playfully before pulling his clothes back up while you fixed your makeup with what you brought in your pockets. As you fixed your hair too, he looked at you in the mirror and said, “Really though, that was nice. Something I’ve been wanting for a while.”

“Me too,” you replied, kissing him tenderly once you looked presentable again. 

After you and Bucky got yourselves calmed down from all the excitement you headed back out to the party so you could go back to the jet. As Bucky adjusted his belt while the pair of you exited the room, you noticed the man from earlier was standing down the hall talking with someone. He seemed to notice Bucky adjusting his belt and that goofy smile on his face so he rolled his eyes and shoved past you, muttering, “Slut.” 

“What did you just call her?” Bucky asked, sudden white hot rage filling his whole body. 

“I called her what she is, a slut!” the man spat loudly.

 And that was all it took for Bucky to wind back and punch the man in the face, taking care to use his metal arm to do so. Once the man was on the ground, Bucky took the man’s collar in his hand, yanking him up and growling, “Don’t you ever talk about a woman like that again. Got it?” 

“Got it!” the man whimpered as Bucky threw him back down on the ground. 

With that settled, you two left the party and got back to the jet, walking hand in hand. Sam took one look at you and told Zemo, “You owe me twenty bucks.”

“We don’t know that!” Zemo retorted defensively. 

“Oh don’t we now?” Sam asked with a laugh. He turned his attention to the pair of you and asked, “Did you or did you not go MIA so you could have sex?”

“I- What- We-” you tried to say, stumbling over your words as your face heated up. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and chuckled before saying, “Whichever one bet that we had sex lost.”

“I told you!” Zemo shouted victoriously. 

“But did you at least do something?” Sam asked, fishing in his wallet for a twenty. 

“That’s for us to know and you to not find out,” Bucky replied, kissing your knuckles before leading you to a seat on the plane where you could rest your feet for the flight. As you sat down and relaxed into Bucky’s strong embrace, you had a feeling that tonight was the first of many pleasurable nights to come. 

a/n: so this is my first one shot on tumblr! I wrote this one night when I just couldn't get Bucky out of my head, I hope y'all enjoy!

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.⋆｡Make Him Better Looking｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

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Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through. 

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted. 

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule. 

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his  brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. 

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body. 

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.” 

——————

Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you. 

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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A Part of Your World- Chapter 1

Stardew Sebastian x GN!Reader

Summary:

Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

You never thought you had to resolve to not get literally sucked into your favorite game, but now here you are. And now you have a farm to manage and a pretty boy to woo. 

Or: My spin on the life in Pelican Town, and Heart Events, featuring a GN!Reader (possibly/probably Isekai???).

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Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

He had stumbled out of his bedroom in the afternoon, late afternoon mind you, and promptly walked in on you and his mom discussing options for a new coop.

It was the day after the Egg Festival. Abigail had lost the Egg hunt for the first time in years, and was inconsolable for the whole night yesterday. Not in the ‘holy shit I lost and I’m absolutely devastated’ way with tears, but in ‘holy shit, did you see the Farmer??? they’re so hot’ type of way. 

The trio of friends had stayed up late at Sebastian’s room for the rest of the night, drinking and using his ‘vase’. Abigail continued to gush about the Farmer, only slightly put out that her win streak ended.

“I mean, did you see them in that little straw hat? How cute!” she cooed. 

Sam joined in too, all red-faced, blushing. The Farmer had stopped by his house when they first moved in, introducing themselves sweetly, and had even tossed over a can of Joja Cola to the blonde. Sam had suspected that it had been fished up from the river, judging by scuffs and slightly musty river-y smell, but had downed it anyway (and kept the can). 

Why Sam drinks treasures those little blue cans of diabetes and Yoba-knows-what when he literally works at Joja and knows damn well how unhealthy it is, Sebastian will never know. 

Sebastian spent the rest of the night, totally not sulking on his bed, casting mournful glances at the game table, all set up for a round of Solarian, as he listened to his friends’ gossip about the newest member of the town. 

Abigail and Sam didn’t leave until well past midnight, and while Sebastian was used to long nights hunched over his computer, the day’s festivities had worn him out completely.

Thus, leading to him crawling out of his mom’s basement like a cave-goblin, obvious to all that he had woken up past the accepted hours for any normal person, even later than he typically would’ve. Upon seeing you, he was completely determined to turn around, go back to bed, and hide enjoy his solitude until you were gone. That was, before his mother had stepped in, ever so glad to take any opportunities to socialize him.  

“Have you met my son, Sebastian?” Robin prods, with a sly grin, before slinking away to leave the two of you to socialize. 

Great, now he had to interact with you.

He mumbles out a greeting and his name and takes you in. 

You don’t look like a farmer. At least, not the stereotypical version of he had come up in his head. To be fair, he only really envisioned a grizzled old man, smudged with dirt and hands full of calluses. Basically, your grandfather. He had only caught a brief glance at the festival yesterday, and was uninterested in looking further. Now, he realized that his friends were right. 

‘Oh no, they’re hot!’ echoes in his brain, soundly strangely like Squidward. 

You’re exactly his type, with pretty eyes he could just drown in to boot, your straw hat prize from yesterday perched on your head. You’d even wound a crown of flowers around the base. He’s not a big fan of flowers, but daffodils suddenly look a million times better. Yellow looks good on you, he thinks. 

He urges his brain to reboot and act like a normal person. Suddenly, he wants to make a good impression on you, curse his traitorous hormones. 

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool. Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

Nice. Cool, slightly aloof, and hopefully he didn’t sound too much like a dick. 

You shrug and spin off the truly humongous backpack you have strapped on. 

‘Damn, Pierre found someone to sell that thing to, huh?’ he thinks absently. 

He and Abigail had spent an embarrassingly long time giggling at the giant monstrosity when it had arrived at Pierre's, while the store owner wilted behind the register, his plans to sell backpacks to one-up Joja foiled. 

Sebastian watches with confusion as you proceed to stick your arm in the pack, rummaging, before producing a frozen tear, then dropping it into his hands. He stares at it, flabbergasted. 

“I really love this. How did you know?” He finally manages to say. 

“Just had a feeling,” you shrug again. 

Robin comes back, interrupting the moment. 

“I found the paint swatches for the coop! Let me know which one you’d like.”

You break away to discuss color options, and Sebastain stays, silently rolling the frozen tear in between his fingers. More words of gratitude are stuck in his throat.

Eventually, you and Robin finish, the latter rolling up the blueprints with promises to start working the next day. 

“It was nice to meet you,” you give a little wave with a wiggle of your fingers. 

“Uh yeah, same here.” 

‘Wow, real eloquent,’ Sebastian snarks internally. 

He finally leaves for the kitchen to grab food to start his day. 

“Are you going to Sam’s? You should change before you go,” Robin enters as well, snickering. 

Sebastian looks down.

Fuck, he had just met the most attractive person he’d ever seen and he was in his damn froggie printed pajama pants.

‘I knew I should’ve just stayed in my room,’ he thinks. But, glancing at the frozen tear next to his cup of coffee, he knows he might just wake up early again the next time you visit.

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I’m playing with the idea of having the farmer be from our world, like an isekai, I think it opens up more possibilities and has potential to become a bigger story than just a series of one shots, but I’m still not sure yet. 

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howdy howdy cadence, I saw you’re taking requests and I wanted to send in some love and ideas 💕💕💕💕

If you feel comfortable, could you write a story about the reader and Bucky navigating intimacy (non sexual or sexual kind, up to you) after his years with hydra? It doesn’t have to be smut, it’s all up to you! I really love how you wrote Give Me a Sign, and I think you’d write that scenario really well.

enjoy your break!!! 💕

AHHH You are so sweet River Ilysmmm💕💕💕💕 I absolutely loved this request, and I hope I did it justice

I Like You (A Lot)

Pairing: Bucky x GN!Reader

Summary: You can't help but notice the way Bucky becomes uncomfortable around you, and you help him find peace in your touch.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: No use of Y/N, reader is briefly described as having hair that is long enough to be tucked, fluff, teeniest bit of angst(?), pls kindly let me know if I'm missing anything

A/N: I hope you like it my loves!

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“This is me,” you said, stopping in front of your building door. 

“It’s cute.” Bucky nodded, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

You and Bucky had been friends for a couple years now, and worked together at the compound for even longer. But it wasn’t until last week that Bucky finally found the guts to ask you on a first date. He took you to a cute retro styled diner, then to explore some cute bookshops, and ended the night with a walk around town. Not to mention he even brought you flowers when he came to pick you up, and those were currently soaking in a vase in your kitchen.

“I had a really great time tonight.” You smiled.

“Me too.” He avoided your eyes and kept his gaze on the sidewalk. He gently swayed back and forth.

“Really?” 

“Really.” Bucky assured you, giving you a quick shy smile before bringing his gaze back to the ground.

“Good.” 

You were waiting for him to make a move, ask to come in, do something at all, but he just stood there, subtly rocking from foot to foot. After another couple awkward moments of you waiting for him to hug or kiss you, you gave up and filled the silence. 

“Um, did you want to come in? I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want. No pressure.” 

You fidgeted with the gloves on your hands, carefully tugging each finger off before sliding it back on. 

“Okay,” he eventually answered, voice somewhat quiet.

“Yeah?” 

“Sure.” 

You suppressed your giddy smile and led him to your apartment. After toeing off your boots, stuffing your gloves in your coat pockets, and placing your coat on the hanger, you began to walk to the kitchen.

“Take a seat on the couch, I’m going to make some popcorn. You can cue up a movie.” 

“What did you want to watch?” Bucky’s voice flowed through the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room.

“Anything, up to you,” you called, grabbing a popcorn bag from the pantry.

“Sam has been saying I need to watch ‘Inception’, have you heard of it?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his question.

“I’ve seen it, it’s a pretty popular movie. Total mindfuck, but I’d love to see it again. Is that what you want to watch?”

“If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely. Find out where it's streaming and pull it up.”

A couple minutes and a freshly popped bag of popcorn later, you placed the bowl on the coffee table and sat next to Bucky on the couch.

At first you were a couple of inches away from him, but after he pressed play on the movie, you slowly started to migrate closer to him. You started by putting your leg up on the ottoman, and oops! It brushed against his leg! But you started to feel self-conscious when he moved his leg a little to the left to not touch yours. As the couch cushions began to sink slightly at the weight, you found yourself sitting closer to Bucky’s side.

You were debating whether to pull the classic “yawn, stretch your arm, and rest it behind their head” move, but your heart stopped when you noticed Bucky tense beside you. And you knew it wasn’t the movie that was bothering him.

You silently grabbed the TV remote and paused the movie. You sat up a bit straighter, and scooched a bit away from Bucky to give him some distance, as well as face him.

“Bucky?”

He hummed in question, and met your gaze.

 “I’m going to ask you a question, and please be honest with me.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You took a deep breath and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” his answer came quickly, and seemed honest enough, but you were skeptical. 

“Are you sure? Because everytime I get close to you, you get really tense. And it’s completely okay if you want me to give you some space, I just need you to tell me that.”

Bucky sighed.

“It’s not that I don’t like you close to me, it’s just…I don’t know, it’s uncomfortable, but not in the way that it feels bad. It’s just really unfamiliar to me. I don’t have a lot of experience with stuff like this, and my body can’t help but respond to it with fear. I know, I know it’s stupid.” He rested his head back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. 

“It’s not stupid.”

“I feel stupid. I wish I could be the perfect guy for you, I really do. I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” he cringed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I wanted tonight to be perfect, but clearly I’m fucking it all up.”

“Bucky, you haven’t fucked anything up.” You urged him to look at you and reminded yourself not to place a hand on his knee. “I know your past has been cruel to you. I need you to know that you are safe here with me, and I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. I’m in no rush.”

“I want to be close to you. I just don’t know how. But I want to try.”

At those last words, he carefully placed his right hand over yours.

“Oh Bucky,” you giggled, finding his effort endearing. You clasped his right hand with both of yours and soothingly rubbed your thumb over the ridges of his hand. You slowly brought his knuckles to your lips. “Is this too much?”

He swallowed and shook his head ‘no’.

“Can I see your other hand?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’” You asked, and let go of his hand.

“It’s not flesh, remember?”

“Of course I know that, Bucky. It’s still a part of you.”

Hesitantly, he showed you his left hand. You saw the scrunch in his brows as you placed your hand in his, and interlocked your fingers. After giving his metal hand a quick kiss, you unlocked your fingers, and carefully brought his palm to your cheek.

“Is this okay?”

“It doesn’t scare you?” He shook his head in disbelief. 

“No. It’s a piece of you. And I trust you. I always have, I always will. I like you a lot, Bucky Barnes.”

You slowly removed your hand from his, and you smiled at the way he kept his hand cupping your cheek. 

“I like you a lot, too. Have for a while.” He huskily whispered, carefully gliding his hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen behind your ear. 

“Oh yeah? How long?” You asked, leaning further into his palm.

His cold hand left your warm skin and he looked up and smiled as if remembering.

“Remember that mission in Munich two years ago? The one where we found all the stolen weapons and then got gelato after? Since then.”

You beamed. 

“Can I try something?”

He softly nodded and let you guide him to lay down on the couch to where his head was resting in your lap. You warned him that you were going to put your hands in his hair, and he gave a soft hum of understanding. He tensed at first, but quickly relaxed as you drew your fingers through his hair, drawing soothing patterns into his scalp.

“This is okay? Not too much?” 

“S’ good.” He slurred, and allowed himself to close his eyes.

You noticed the crease in his brows had smoothed. 

“I like your touch,” he whispered. “I like you.”

“That’s a relief,” you joked, and continued your motions. 

A lazy smile made its way onto his face as you brought a thumb to the bridge of his nose, and started to stroke the spot between his eyebrows. 

“Please don’t stop.” He hummed.

“For you? Never.”

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An Interesting Theory

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Summary: In which you teach Loki about a Midgardian party trick but learn it’s not so easy to one up the God of Mischief. Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Tags/Content: Mentions of Alcohol, Sexual Tension, Shenanigans, Flirting, Fluff Author’s note: For the darling @lunarnights95, inspired by this prompt.

“What a week, huh?” Bruce removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he leaned over the bar. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Steve. But this has been a lot.” 

“Well, to his credit, it’s not every day you turn 105,” you quipped, popping a maraschino cherry in your mouth as you spun on your stool, studying the dwindling party. It was the last unofficial fete tacked on to the end of a week full of jubilant celebrations for the Captain. You and the rest of the team had barely gotten a moment’s rest until now. 

Twenty or so people were still gathered in the sunken lounge area of Tony’s penthouse, overlooking the glittering expanse of Manhattan. Most partygoers had taken their leave as the commemorative fireworks over the East River came to an end – now only the Avengers and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents remained. 

Your eyes swept around the room and landed on Thor and Steve. They stood together behind the sofas, arms crossed and gazes fixed on Tony as he attempted to lift Mjölnir from the coffee table. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes – the three of them seemed to be locked in a never-ending pissing contest. Raucous laughter filled the room as Tony let out a string of curses, his face twisted in concentration, muscles bulging as he put forth all his strength. Usually, Loki would be whispering a witty comment or snide remark in your ear regarding the situation, but he was nowhere to be found. In fact, you hadn’t seen him for hours.

The thought lingered in your mind for only a moment before a piercing pop! sent your heart into overdrive. Just as you prepared yourself for fight mode, you realized Sam had accidentally stepped on one of the balloons littering the floor as he navigated an elderly man through the space. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Bruce sighed, wiping up the beer he’d tipped over in shock.

“Got ‘em!” the old man exclaimed as he passed by, casting you a devilish wink that made him suddenly appear years younger. What a handful he must’ve been back in his day, you thought. Hell, considering the trouble he kept giving Sam, he still was. 

“Sorry, sorry!” the Falcon laughed as he tightened his grip on the bumbling veteran. “He just had to try some of that damn magic mead.”

You let out a chuckle before turning your attention back to Bruce. You were about to ask for a refill when you sensed an omnipotent presence beside you: Loki, leaning casually against the bar, his signature smirk on his lips, eyes sparking with amusement as he watched an exasperated Sam wrangle the old codger onto the elevator. 

“Well, well,” he mused, dipping his head in greeting as he settled on the stool next to you. “At least someone at this soiree seems worthy of Asgardian revelry.” 

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’ve gotten into the mead, too,” you teased. 

He lifted an eyebrow, the hint of a grin still playing at the corner of his mouth. “Me, let my guard down in the presence of these mortals? Perish the thought,” he scoffed, but you could see a glint of mischief in his gaze as he glanced over your shoulder. “I’m just here for the entertainment.”

You turned, noting that Tony had finally given up his quest to lift that damn hammer. Shaking your head, you popped another cherry in your mouth. “I’m afraid you missed out on quite a show.”

“Ah, yes. The ever-present contest of ego.” Loki puffed out a laugh. “But that’s hardly what I meant, darling.” 

His knee brushed against yours as he turned towards you, your heart thumping wildly against your chest as his hand lingered on your leg. Loki leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your cheek. 

“You know, no one has ever made such a fuss over my or Thor’s birthday,” he continued, feigning a pout. “And we’re centuries older than Rogers.”

“Only the best for America’s sweetheart,” you commented, trying to maintain some sense of composure as Loki’s thumb began to stroke your inner thigh. The thrill of his touch sent goosebumps along your skin. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t celebrate birthdays?”

“We don’t.” His eyes sparkled. “It doesn’t mean we wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment.”

“Last call,” Bruce interrupted, refilling your drink before popping the top off a fresh bottle of beer for himself. “Can I get you anything, Loki?” 

“No, thank you, Banner,” he replied, never breaking eye contact with you as he took a sip from a glass of wine that you could’ve sworn didn’t exist moments before. You ignored the look Bruce cast in your direction before exiting the bar. 

“What is this?” Loki asked curiously, setting down his goblet and picking up one of the cherry stems you’d crafted into a knot. 

“Oh, that? It’s just a party trick. They say if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser.”

Loki quirked a brow. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the room – in the realm, even. “Tell me, have you found this to be true?”

“Well, I’ve never gotten any complaints,” you laughed, a heat creeping across your cheeks as Loki’s thumb traced circles along your knee. “But come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone else who can do it.” 

Loki held the knot between his thumb and forefinger, studying it for a moment before he spoke again. “What an interesting theory...” 

You watched in awe as he delicately plucked two stems from the bowl of cherries, bringing them to his lips with a sly grin. Your breath caught in your throat as you silently observed the seductive way his strong jaw moved, the muscles below his cheek flexing with perfect precision. 

After a few moments, Loki parted his lips, slowly revealing a perfect little bow. He placed the twisted stems on the bar, turning to look at you with an air of satisfaction.

“Shall we put your theory to the test, then?” 

The suggestive tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the heat in your cheeks spreading throughout your entire body. As you opened your mouth to respond, Loki leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The sweet taste of wine lingering on his tongue was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself melting into him.

The kiss was soft yet electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body and leaving you breathless. When you finally parted, Loki snickered, quite pleased with himself. 

“I do love to be right,” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear as he took your hand and guided you away from the bar. “But I think some further experimentation might be necessary to confirm our hypothesis.”

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