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brighttears · 7 months

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Filth II

Joel Miller x f!reader

No use of y/n, no physical description other than having hair

Summary: You escape a threat and find a motel on your way out. You decide to stay the night, but Joel has one last thing he’d like to do before you fall asleep.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut (minors dni), dom!Joel, but also some soft!Joel, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, precious girl, beautiful girl, darling)

A/n: this smut was honestly so fun to write cause you know mmMMMMMM anyways hope y'all enjoy :3 more to come(heehee)! got some angst comin up i think chapter after next? cause i miss it

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The dogs bark again, viscous and sharp, and Joel pulls you into the treeline, sliding down to crouch in a ditch. As the sounds grow nearer and Joel peeks his head out above the ditch, looking down the road. When he comes back to you, his demeanor is intense. “Stay down, stay silent, don’t move a muscle.” Voices start coming along with the dogs, and your breathing becomes shakier, heart hammering in your chest. “It’s a scavenging crew,” He tells you quietly, “probably five or six of them. They’re looking for people.” At his words, your heart lurches, a shiver of fear running through you. “We have to wait for them to pass. Okay?” You nod, trying to calm your breaths, keep yourself quiet and steady. Even without the threat of people, you know those dogs could tear you apart, and you bet they’re trained just for that.

You wait, hiding and listening as the sounds come closer. Your eyes are locked on Joel, staring at him as you try to keep yourself as relaxed as possible, settle into some sort of stillness, but your blood rushes in your ears. When Joel looks down at you, he reaches up to brush his hand over your chek, nodding reassuringly.

After what feels like an hour, the sounds fade, and Joel peeks his head back out to look around. You stay crouched, looking at him for direction, a deep breath releasing some of the tension that has your body pulled taut. Without looking at you, he says, his voice still low, “We’re gonna move fast and quiet. If you hear them, if they see us, you haul ass. Got it?” You nod, and as soon as you do, Joel pulls you into the woods, gripping your hand tight as you weave quickly through the trees. He moves with intense focus and you follow behind trying not to trip, legs still indisposed.

“Where are we going?” You ask quietly.

Joel eyes dart around, keeping a fast pace. “Just keep up.”

Eventually, you reach the other side of the woods, coming to another road. Across it, you see a dilapidated, faded pink, two story motel.

“Alright,” Joel says, stopping at the treeline. “We’ll see if we can stop here for the night. Stay quiet.” Still keeping hold of your hand, he starts for the motel, scanning your surroundings as you hurry towards the cover.

When you reach the building, Joel lets go of your hand, looking back at you as he takes his gun out, signaling for you to do the same. You sneak around the perimeter, checking it out. Most of the windows of the rooms are broken, some doors boarded up, some open, some not even on their hinges, but no sound, no sign of anything, and relief starts to lighten your shoulders.

As you walk up the stairs crossed over the front of the motel, he says, “If it’s all clear, we’ll stay up here on the second floor. Gives us the high ground, more time to react if anything comes.” You nod, looking over the railing as you climb. It’s mostly clear, just the road, trees, and a dusty, empty parking lot. No movement. No sound. You’re safe. For now. Hopefully.

The second floor is in slightly better condition than the first, most windows still intact, doors still on their hinges. You slide against the wall as Joel checks through each opening into the rooms. At the very end is the single room with both door and window fully intact, and he pauses to look at you before he opens the door.

The room is small but in good enough shape, with a bed, a small desk, and a dresser. There are a couple things strewn about the room—an empty, dusty suitcase open in the corner, some pieces of jewelry scattered across the desk. Someone left here in a rush, likely around that time in 2003. You hope they happened to have left some clothes behind, too. Joel goes around the corner in the back of the room to check the bathroom while you check the closet next to it, finding nothing.

“Alright,” he nods as he comes back into the main room, locking the door and drawing the wispy curtains. Dropping his pack on the floor by the door, he sighs as he sits down on the edge of the bed. You set your bag down next to the dresser and start opening the drawers. The top one is empty, but the bottom holds a few folded pieces of clothes. A smile spreads across your face as you take out the shirt resting on top. As you hold it out in front of you, you see that a woman stayed in this room, her size, by good fortune, only a little smaller than yours. You turn to Joel, holding the baby blue t-shirt over your body to show him. He smiles back, slightly amused. Still smiling, you look down at it in your hands.

“...Can I make a request?” You hear him.

Looking back up, “Hm?”

“...Can I put them on you?”

His words force a deep breath out of you and you pause, face going hot. Such an intimate act, and not something you had expected from him. You’ve learned that his demeanor can shift quickly, and there’s a lot more hidden under his surface. Things you’re dying to see. After a moment, you nod, and he stands, walking over to you slowly to take the shirt from your hands. Your eyes are locked on his as you start on the buttons of your—his—jacket. As you reveal more of yourself under it, Joel sighs deeply, eyes following your fingers.

“Raise your arms for me.” He tells you, eyes on your bare body as you slip the jacket off and let it fall to the floor. You do, completely exposed and open as you do as you’re told. He slips the shirt over you, gently pressing his hands over your arms to lower them, then slides the fabric down until it rests at your waist, a thin slip of skin exposed before your jeans. Joel’s hands come to rest on your waist, and he sighs again, then whispers, “Beautiful.” He plants a light kiss on your lips and your heart throbs, looking into his eyes as he steps away.

“Are there… are there underwear in here, too?” You ask, sounding much more shy than you intended.

A small smile spreads over his lips and he bends down to dig through the drawers. “Sure are.” He smiles at you, pulling out a pair of lacy black panties, holding them out to display for you. You manage a small smile back, face on fire.

“Hold these for me.” He says quietly, handing you the underwear, then comes back close, very close, holding your gaze as his fingers go down to undo your jeans. As he slides his hands over your hips, hooking his thumbs over your jeans to pull them down, you let out a deep breath. Slowly, he lowers, kneeling under you to slip your jeans off, eyes on yours all the while, and your breathing quickens as you look down at him.

Joel’s hands slide up your legs, from your ankles, up your calves, then to rest over the sides of your thighs. “My beautiful girl,” he says quietly, and you can't help but let out a shuddering breath. He presses a kiss over your stomach, just below your belly button, the sensitive touch blossoming all through your body. He begins to plant kisses lower, lower, lower, and he says again, “My beautiful girl,” speaking slowly, almost in a whisper. You bunch the panties in your fist, looking down at him on his knees before you, his lips on your skin. Holding your gaze, he kisses the inside of your right thigh lightly. “My sweetheart.” He plants another kiss in the center of your hips, once again moving lower, lower, until he stops just above where you want him the most. “My precious girl.” Your breath catches in your throat. He grasps your thighs, as if readying himself before he noses his way in between your legs, and you lean your head back, letting your eyes close and the panties fall from your hand as you comb your hands through his hair. He teases a wide lick over your pussy, and you moan out quietly, running your hands through his hair, your nails over his scalp. He moves to kiss the inside of your thigh lightly again, and you feel his hot breath over your skin as he whispers, “Please…” Suddenly, his mouth closes over the entirety of your pussy, his tongue licking flatly up your slit, closing it around to suck over your clit, and you gasp, gripping his hair. “Please, baby…”

“Wh–what?” You breathe out.

“Stay still, sweetheart. Don’t move. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out again, breaths too shallow to allow anything more. Anything, anything you want, you think to yourself, I’ll do.

“Put your hands at your sides, baby.” You do, then bunch them into fists, your hips starting to quiver, needy for his touch. “Oh, baby,” he whispers as his hands slide up and down your thighs before you feel the warmth of mouth over you again. You moan out at the ceiling, willing yourself to stay still and not press yourself into his mouth. He licks wide and flat, flicking his tongue up over your clit, and you moan. His stubble scratches the insides of your thighs as he starts on your clit, sucking and licking, and moans come out with each deep breath that slips out of your body. Reflexively, your hips push into him, and he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact. He shifts his hands from your thighs up to your hips, gripping, holding you in place. “Don’t move,” he whispers, and you turn your head back down, melting at the sight below you. He looks up at you with gentle pleading in his eyes, his brow drawn up, parted lips wet with your juices. You nod, and he leans his mouth back into you, keeping his eyes on yours. He lets his mouth rest over the entity of your pussy, working his tongue up.

“Fuck,” you whisper, closing your eyes and leaning your head back again, and you feel your body cursedly shift towards him again, making him pull away.

“Be still, baby, please,” he whispers, and you look back down at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you breath out, voice barely audible.

“Shh… ‘t’s okay,” he whispers back before putting his mouth back over you, working at your clit again. You moan loudly, digging your nails into your palms as you will yourself to be still. He pulls his mouth back again, pressing light kisses all over your inner thighs. “Please…” he whispers, teasing his lips all around the place that yearns for him most. “Shh… just relax…” You bite your lip, nodding with your eyes closed. Joel kisses over your clit, pulling away in a torturous pattern. “Please, please be still…”

“Ahuh,” you breathe out, looking back down at him. You moan again just at the sight, those puppy dog eyes on you as he finally places his tongue back over your pussy, licking from bottom to top repeatedly. “Oh,” you moan out, your thighs starting to quiver as you strain to keep them locked in place. His eyes close again, kitten licking your clit before he closes his mouth all the way around again. You continue to quiver and moan, standing as still as you possibly can with his fingers digging into your hips. As he quickens his pace, tongue dancing along your slit and teasing your clit, you have to focus hard to keep still. Noticing your strain, Joel keeps his mouth where it is but slides a hand to the back of your thigh to carefully hook it over his shoulder. He moves that hand to then reach around to splay over your lower back, holding you more securely with his thumb on your hip, fingers still digging into the other side, and you lean your head back with your mouth open wide as he continues. He hums as he eats you out and you squeak out a moan at the gratifying vibration that shakes a quiver through you, feeling yourself roll up towards your climax, but Joel moves his mouth away again, and you whine. “Shh… I need you to stay so still, sweetheart,” he whispers, his breath hot on your soaking wet pussy, and you feel wetness start to roll down the inside of your thigh, making you shiver. He licks flat again and you whimper again, desperate for more, needing it as you feel yourself start rolling up the hill again, but he whispers again, “Shh… shh.. Just be patient…” You whine more, fiddling with your fingers in your fists. He kisses your slit, his nose on your clit, and you bite your lip, straining with all your might to stay still.

“P–hh–please, Joel,” you whimper, but he shushes you again.

“Patient, darlin’, be patient.” You hum and nod, knowing you’re at his mercy, that he knows it, and that he loves it, so you bite your lip again, stilling, but you have to tense yourself when his lips start to focus on your clit. Involuntarily, your entire torso starts to shake as he sucks, the tip of his tongue rolling back and forth over the very tip, and you cry out again, “Please,” instantly regretting it when he pulls away. “Shh,” he urges you with a gentle pat on your thigh, “Just be patient, darlin’, be quiet and patient. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I can,” you shudder out.

“Good girl.” He goes right back at your clit, and you clench your fists and cry out, eyes rolling back in your head as pleasure jolts through you and your body rocks forward.

“Darlin’,” Joel speaks, quiet but stern as he comes away, and you look down at him to tell him, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stay still when you do that, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

“No, no, darlin,” he whispers, shaking his head slowly, “‘T’s alright. T’s okay. You’re alright. Just, please, stay still for me, okay?” He tells you, though it’s not very reassuring, knowing that he’s going to do what he wants to you, and it’s up to you to do as he says. You nod.

“Good girl,” he whispers, slowly taking his mouth back under to open wide and close back around you, coming into a sucking kiss away. He repeats the motion, then simply kisses your entrance, teasing, watching your eyes. “Such a good girl,” he speaks as he kisses your clit, “stayin’ so still like this for me.” Finally, his mouth comes back, licking and sucking and kissing, slurping at this point, and you start moaning louder, digging your nails into palms so hard it hurts. He hums delightfully again before pulling away yet again, and at this point you want to scream, repeatedly coming closer and closer right before he stops again.

“Shh, baby, be quiet, be patient.” He urges you in a whisper before starting to swirl his tongue around your clit, then slips it down to tease your entrance, and you clamp your hand around your mouth to muffle your sounds. “Such a good girl,” he licks, “you’re so beautiful, you know that? I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.” His hand runs over your thigh over his shoulder before shifting it to hold you securely so that he can lick into you again. He suctions the entirety of his mouth around your pussy, teasing your entrance again, and a shake runs through your torso, but you tense it, willing yourself to be still. He licks up, closing his lips around your clit only to pull back once again, and you clench your teeth, mind reeling. You turn your face back down to look at him, and he looks so sweet, so innocent, as if he’s not torturing you right now, though his mouth, nose, and chin are wet with his spit and your cum.

“Such a good girl for me. ‘T’s okay, I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry, darlin’.” You nod vigorously, breathless with your brow furrowed, still with your hand over your mouth, and you almost catch a little smile from him before he buries it between your legs, closing his eyes as he slides his tongue up and down. When he starts to add pressure you squeeze your eyes shut, crying out breathy moans as your core quakes. Adding more pressure, he speeds up, tongue slipping top to bottom, the tip of his tongue curling up the underside of your clit and letting the bottom come back down over it before he drags it back down lower. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, holding you in place, and shakes his head back and forth slightly and slowly as he buries it deeper. He picks up the pace further, devouring with abandon while you squeak and cry moans into your hand, feeling yourself coming closer to a climax. He hums, and your hips shudder, desperate for more, so close, so close, and he must be able to tell, because he grips you harder, leaving more bruises as he pulls your hips into his face. Keeping that fast pace, he hums low and long, and your eyes start to roll back in your head as the pleasure builds, the feeling flowering over your hips, into your stomach, shooting up in your head and it falls back, and you can’t to stop your body from leaning into his face, your body shuddering around it. He continues to moan and lick and your free hand grips his hair thoughtlessly. As your climax peaks and tumbles, Joel slows, mouth moving leisurely but keeping his mouth around you, and your heel digs into his back as you shake.

After a moment more, pulls back slowly, releasing his mouth. You feel his hot breath over your skin and hear low, grumbling purring. Finally, you take your hand off of your mouth, letting both hands brush and comb through his hair as your shuddering subsides. Slowly, he leans back in kissing your clit once or twice. “Jesus,” you breathe out as he pulls out another convulsion. As you catch your breath, you continue to pet his hair. Joel leans his head against your thigh, sliding his hand around the leg still hooked over his shoulder, gentle touch under his hands. You let your hands rest on his head for a moment, then comb your hands back to gently pull his head away from your leg, cupping his cheek to pull his face up. His eyes are sleepily half lidded, mouth and nose wet.

A smile rolls over your lips. “Baby…” you say; his expression does something to you, like a warm wave of thick water washing over you, feeding into some sort of bouquet blossoming from your heart.

“Mmmmm,” Joel lets out a contented sigh and closes his eyes, resting his chin on your thigh. Watching his face, you brush your hands through his hair, and he continues to purr, breathe slowing, then turns his head to lay his cheek back against your skin.

“Come on, baby,” you say quietly, turning his face back to yours, cupping it to pull slightly and urge him to his feet. He makes a little grumbling noise, but doesn’t resist, letting you raise him up. Your leg slips off of him as he grumbles and groans to his feet, as if he can’t stand to pull himself off of you. Joel’s hands lay lax at his sides as he stands with his head in your hands, and for a moment all you do is stare at him. Big bad Joel, melting in your hands. Slowly, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. You wrap your arms back around his shoulders, swaying him gently. He’s so sweet now, so soft.

You’ve seen him serious, violent like he has to be in the face of danger, you’ve seen him let go completely, submissive to you in pleasure, and you’ve seen him deeply hungry, a desperate animal, forceful in need. You’ve had him begging, thirsty and needy, and now, soft like a kitten.

“Mmmmm…” he nuzzles into you, rubbing his cheeks and face against your shoulder and neck. He clasps his hands around your back, letting his weight lean into you. Breathing deep and even, he lets out another contented sigh, and you start to think he might be falling asleep right here.

“Come on, little baby boy,” you say with a smile, nearly chuckling, and start to step back, pulling him towards the bed.

“Mmmm…” he complains, but his body follows as you move. You let go of him to sit down, then shift back and reach your hands out, beckoning him to lay down with you. Joel lets out the tiniest of sleepy murmurs as he crawls onto the bed, falling to his side next to you, his eyes barely open. He starts to curl into you, laying his arm around your waist to pull you closer, then lays his head down to nuzzle into your chest. You slide your arm between his neck and the bed, pulling him closer with your other around his back. He shifts his arm further around you, pulling you closer, and pushes his leg in between yours, wrapping it around the one below to pull you ever closer. Chuckling, you swing your leg over his side, and he sighs deeply. Smiling, you tip your face into his hair and reach back to brush your hand over his cheek. He sighs again, his body relaxing into the bed. Then he reaches for your face, leaning his head back to gaze into your eyes. His are sleepy, but you see something in them, unreadable but heavy. His lips move, as if he wants to speak, but he stays quiet. You brush your thumb over his cheek, his skin you finally know, every detail clear, all the spots, wrinkles and scars. Pretty eyelashes over pretty brown eyes. The slight pout of his lips, the heart shaped patch in his salt and pepper beard.

Your chest is full and warm. You love him. Deeply. Completely. So much it fills you, your skin tingling with it, and the words rumble in your chest, boiling up, and they come out almost without permission, in a whisper, “I love you.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Joel’s eyes close, his shoulder relaxing further, and now his body is completely limp, a faint whimper falling from his lips. They move again, ever so slightly, words faltering, and his brow furrows up for a moment before he pushes his head back into your chest, pulling his arm tight around you.

Whether he loves you or not, you love him, and you just need him to know that. Every part of you needs him to know. And not just because he just gave you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life in the span of a day, because they’ve been so much more than that. Pure passion, pure love, desperate need, for you. And you for him. And you do need him. Forever, you need him.

Joel’s breathing becomes deeper, and he shifts his arm back from around your waist, reaching for your hand on his cheek to intertwine with his and pull against your chest. He's so delicate now, every part of his mind, body, and soul relaxed, and he's almost like a child, afraid to leave you, lonely in the night, needing the warmth of your body against him.

You pull yourself closer, surrounding him, wanting to make him feel safe, like he can be like this, show him that he’s allowed to be like this with you. You feel him melt against you, and your body relaxes around him.

This is all you could ever ask for. The peaceful contentedness of the moment lays over you with the heaviness of sleep, and you hold each other close as you drift off.

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jack-kellys · 1 year

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i said i’d post more notes so here are some MORE uk notes, organized enough for u to skip to whichever part u wanna read first. main hits in order are:

1. delanceys as a whole actually

2. jack and physicality (bodily and visually)

3. davey and leaders

4. ensemble notes at the end. here we go!

also all my other analyses so far r linked at the bottom <3 go look

~the delancey brothers!~

so help me i love these guys. i hate them so much and i rly don’t think they’ve been this evil before, like i think. they were more of a cartoonish school bully kind of threat.. but like. nah dude. these are strikebreakers. and they act like it.

they are both taller than essentially all of the newsies except davey. which idt has been true in the past but is significant based on the fact that jack kelly is usually cast always under 5’10 i THINK.. to show he’s still a kid. these delanceys just look bigger, and are older. they don’t interact as much with anyone wearing knickers instead of full-length pants. except.

when each newsie goes up to grab their papers, oscar does a different mean thing to LITERALLY EACH ONE OF THEM. he’ll drop them, or fake a kid out (his fake out w/ buttons has made me jump each time i’ve sat close enough in woodside LMAO he nearly hits him!!), or hold the papers away from them, or push them into their chest. or just give them a sneer. like he is just awful LMFAO

another thing is that they smile very easily when they are doing horrible things. it’s so fucking cool HAHAH but ok lemme go chronologically i’ll speak on dis later

when jack is writing up on the chalkboard, he’s not fighting some guy- it’s oscar, dude. jack and oscar literally go at it, and jack is so physical in this show so when he’s fighting his whole body is fighting. jack shoves oscar down onto the stairs, oscar gets up and tries to grab him but jack SHOVES HIS ENTIRE FOOT into oscar’s stomach and literally pushes him with everything he’s got and oscar tumbles into the stairs, knocking more wind out of him, and is coughing and shit all while “strike!” goes up on the board. god. it rly is the way jack has to put his whole body into making sure oscar can’t get up… it must be an even fight normally

when -5 newsies show up to the gate and they have the “ahh oscar we got bum information” it’s like… they don’t have to intimidate to intimidate. “my skull bustin’ arm” isn’t cartoonish, bro, it’s a fucking fact. and then oscar just laughs, and it’s not evil it’s like bc this is genuinely fun and amusing to him that they are going to kick some kid ass. man!

and then they do i mean i think it’s brass knuckles to the face that take crutchie out… they might kick him too. idr i’m watching all the kids run for their lives during the fight tbh.

MORE IMPORTANTLY, THEY SHOW UP WITH BATS. and it’s not like. a little stage combat bop to the face via a wrist motion— morris at least is swinging with two hands at these kids like he’s tryna hit a home run. it’s choreographed well obv, so he doesn’t even have to slow his swing it’s literally a straight up… if a kid got hit with that they’d be down for the rest of the strike. period bro. it’s kinda fuckin terrifying.

act 2 baby! pulitzer’s office. when pulitzer is extorting jack, when he says “oh, but it’s not right to condemn that little cr*ppled boy to conditions like those…” oscar. fucking. looks over to his brother. and smiles. no it was not a one night thing either. it is every. time. pulitzer mentions crutchie. and it’s chilling, it’s slow and knowing and BAD ASF !! then they haul jack off.

he’s taken upstage behind the scaffolding towers while pulitzer sings the rest of the reprise, but there’s enough light to see what’s going on between the three of them. and what’s going on is that jack is held to the wall while the delanceys take turns punching him. like. whole-shoulder-into-it hits. in the ribs so no one can visually see. oh. my. god. they wrench him downstage and toss him to the ground, jack actually falling and sliding (unlike….proshot where jerjor stumbles to the ground ig) onto his stomach during “we’ve been given discretion..” (discretion only, which is why they rough jacks up privately as he technically hasn’t given the brothers a reason to smack him around..) jack looks like he’s about to get up when my perhaps my favorite detail in the show happens. everyone listen closely:

oscar puts his foot down, on jack’s shoulder. his right shoulder. the shoulder of which fic writers and headcanoners for years have been including as some place where jack has chronic pain after an injury. and michael does a few shoulder moments through the show if you’re really looking (not as obv as jerjor but more natural maybe) and like. and oscar stands on it and pushes jacks back to the ground. holy FUCKING SHIT! ITS!!!! ITS THERE!!! our fucking!! the Thing!!!!! the fucking lore bro like does oscar know it’s sensitive for jack… duuuude. evil delanceys best delanceys

anyway they literally rock. pay attention to them onstage if u can! also the actors r quite funny together and they often do a bull-and-cape bows choreo thing w/ george running thru alex’s mimed cape <3

speaking of jack though, …jack!!

im not making this up jack does tilt davey’s chin up at some point i just don’t remember when… it has to be sometime on seize the day. it’s.. i don’t think i’m making this up.

he does make a point of tilting… might’ve been romeo’s chin up during the seize the day speech during “ain’t no crime to being poor,” and jack makes a movement for the kid to hold his head up. ugh. jack’s pride through this show is a wild wild journey because all it really is.. is within other people. god. god…

another big jack thing as i like to yell abt is his physicality.. when he’s impressed he’s soft and when he needs to get something out of someone or get them away from him he’s distinctly rougher. his physical action is also quite purposeful and feels less reactive than it does like… thought through. even when he’s tugging himself away from les even it’s like an “oh, get off of me already”. it’s a slow, sort of just sick-of-it motion, it’s a wind-up into pulling his arm away (oh this could. be because it’s his bad shoulder and oscar had dug his heel into it the night before. hold tf on WOAH WOAH!!!! rizz ghost-directed this production fr) before of course he realizes it’s les. like it’s very clear he’d be the type to hide an injury really well and then when he lets himself feel it he feels it.

continuing the end of the rally though oh my god. he basically stands upstage center as everyone passes him. everyone he’s ever known passes him and insults him and shoves him but what’s interesting is like. the money is still in his hand. and no one takes it. idk it’s just cool. but literally everyone has words to say to him (well, some spit at him), because honestly, jack said words to them.

significantly, and i can’t stress this enough, jack is an extremely good observer and because of this he does think before he speaks.. in a way. he bases it around a person for sure though, specifically: during the seize the day speech, he goes up to race (he makes his rounds through the whole stage during this part, getting to speak to every newsie on stage. it’s really.. ah, moving, tbh) when he says “they are slaving to support themselves, and their folks” BECAUSE he’d been seeing race and davey not get along (hello to my post about that) through most of the show.. because of davey’s privilege of having a home. inversely, during the rally ‘speech’ jack says “how long can you go without making money” to fucking tommy boy, WHO HAD BEEN A SCAB. tommy literally stands up from the ladder he’s sitting on too bc literally how dare jack… like that is SO. specific.

^but, it also shows that jack definitely knows the methodology of trying to win people over. he knows how to be persuasive, he just obviously isn’t at the rally bc he’d been even more persuasive during seize the day.

• caveat. race is literally so fun to watch during the rally. because he quite literally is only here for the cause because of jack, like if jack wasn’t leading it… idt he’d be in support of it. (especially based on his dislike of davey). he does this “oh my god” of disbelief when jack says to vote no, shaking his head and laughing a little. it’s just. horrified. and it’s gradual too, like he slowly realizes what is going on, that jack is selling out vs. being genuine. ugh. love this racetrack so much but anyway

davey’s shove to jack when he goes to get les is like so small and light in the way of like. not wanting to touch him. because WWH reprise had been filled to the brim of davey touching jack and now davey can barely even fathom it. god they are so going out. also i think it’s interesting that dave and les are the ones to take on and off jack’s newsie square mural, since they’re the only two who have been in the know of jack’s talent since towards the start of the show (meddas)… cool choice.

santa fe for this jack feels the least tangible, like it’s very much in his mind. from it being ingrained in the set, and certainly the moon expanding and practically consuming him from behind, it’s very… dreamlike and visual. when davey walks in on jack painting he’s like “ohhhh is that santa fe. lmao.” LIKE?? it’s very not real in this which is interesting. because jack is very very good at running in this. so it’s cool that this rly is the one time he can’t (when he wants to).

also it rly is the way that the mics caught the ripping noises when jack is taking off the portraits from his penthouse’s overhang… the slow one at the end of “ you stole for those boys, didn’t you?” whew. and he looks at it. and then hides it. god

also, and i’m realizing this hasn’t been canon before: jack is packing a bag to literally leave. he has the money, he kept the jacobs out of jail, he has to go. because his pride does reside in others, and when there seems to be no one left, he has to leave. of course he does. god…

davey time.

the holding of davey’s head is after world will know while the tables are being set up. finally nailed down when tf this happens lmao

“oh, wow… well. you’re really good.” davey covers up when he’s impressed in favor of a statement of fact. he doesn’t like giving away his position, even when it’s not about the strike (/this foreshadows his hesitancy in the next scene, and his statements of facts about how strikes work accidentally backfiring as a stalling tactic and turn into actual reasons to strike).

davey laughs when he’s nervous, which makes when he’s smiling and when he’s not.. quite stark. his resting face is a little inquisitive frown, like he’s always kind of listening. but yeah for his spotlight at the rally he literally is like “oh haha! um- umm, haha— NEWSIESOFNEWYORK. haha! ummm, we got kids from- from every neighborhood!!” i love him. just the concept of meaning what you say so much that it needs to come out of you no matter what form it takes. @we-are-inevitable and i have talked abt poet!davey before and yeah it was uk davey who it stemmed from for a reason.

the role call moment in seize the day is cringe but genuinely davey’s will never not make me laugh bc like HE THINKS it’s cringe too. but what he also does is not call himself david. he says davey. during a role call. names. and it’s davey. do y’all understand

i actually will probably never shut up about crutchie’s open arms to davey after the refuge and davey rly just falling into it my god.. it makes me so emotional. and they talk for so long…

• to this point, i think it’s rly interesting how leaders, specifically, gravitate towards davey. charlie is talking to the guy upon impact- after world will know the two of them are borderline speaking over jack.. the blocking has charlie turned inward towards davey while sitting on the table, which blocks jack off. race argues with davey partway thru the pre-seize the day scene enough so for jack to push race back. and spot LOVES davey. he’ll try to look toward jack and she will bring him right back down to her level and get him looking at her again and they RUN OFF WITHOUT HIM even though they’re all headed to the same place. like lmao. davey is built to lead and engage, there is just something within his nature that is desperate to come out that all the other leaders tease out in different ways. tbh katherine too. DEFINITELY katherine too, since they’re attached at the hip.

we end the davey section with a javid moment idr if i’ve mentioned or not: when jack sets the deal to buy back papers with pulitzer, the transition back to newsie square is davey running. running to jack, katherine a ways behind, and grabbing jack’s shoulders with his eyes widened. well? and jack kinda shrugs, he’s playing it cool before he just grins, and davey rattles jack’s arms before they like. their hug is so close and intimate and rough and davey shoves jack into him, it’s the kind of hug that rocks them side to side a bit. my god. it’s unbelievable. can’t believe they got away w that level of homo onstage <3

speaking of homos im gonna go thru some ensemble quick stuff

albert and crutchie are close friends in this which is so cool. albert is also like consistently the one to pick anyone up off the ground, be it crutchie or les or another kid. it’s just what he does and it helps to not single out crutchie as well. he’s just so helpful and unhinged. like what a weird fucking paring he’s so crazy LMAO

finch is the one who starts the boos during the rally, loud and abrasive and angry. he and race are standing at manhattan with… ooh. idk. it might be splasher but literally do not quote me. finch is just so abrasive through this whole show i fucking love him. loud weirdo

mike is the angriest newsie in town. he is always yelling before a dance break

every time jojo and jack interact it’s like he’s picking up his baby brother or he’s hugging him etc and it like literally makes me emotional lololol. wow

jack bromage was fully back as tommy boy for my show (he’d been out for a bit/doing partial things bc of an injury!!) and THANK GOD because he is. and i’ve been over this but he is literally so cool LMAO he is For The Cause.

buttons is literally so cool in this despite his name. he steals from a vendor before getting the other newsie he’s with to toss their fruit to a sitting-alone splasher, his bit with the delanceys gets him pissed, he’s just consistently ready to actually throw hands and appreciate him for it. kind of serves uhhh livesies tommy boy energy which is fantastic

henry just has a lot more lines in this which surprises me every time. either that or he talks a lot just when he’s onstage LMAO

specs kind of always either literally leads or encourages the movement when newsies are in the aisles/city alleyways, which makes sense— of course the lookout would know the city back and forth!! god! i love him. i do wish we had a black actor again but sam is very sweet <3

that’s all! i say, having done another multiple thousand-word analysis post. thanks for joining me once again gents.

my past analyses have been about:

the show at large +principal characters,

davey,

something to believe in’s new perspective,

other general notes/characterizations,

and racetrack!

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wordynerdygurl · 2 years

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The Queen & The Jester

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story

Author’s Note: Looking for the beginning? CLICK HERE!

You Take Eddie to Bed

“Is that so? Because I-” but you cut him off by firmly planting your mouth over his. You felt the way he dragged in a jagged breath, inhaling your essence as his hands gripped your waist. Sure, you could have pushed him away from the extra skin there but something about the tension in his hands, the way he hauled you tighter made you believe that Eddie wanted to touch as much of you as possible.

Grabbing your ass, Eddie squeezed your bountiful bottom, never letting his lips separate from yours. Pulling you down with him, he flopped back onto your bed, those long legs still planted on the floor. Squealing, you went to push off him, but he wouldn’t let you, “Oh no. I’m not letting you go that easily, babe.”

“I’ll squish you!”

His hand cupped your cheek, pushing sweaty strands of hair out of your face, “Promise?”

Your eyes searched his face, looking for the punchline, waiting for the cruel joke that must be coming. Only, you didn’t find it. What you did see was want, plain and simple, radiating out from the depths of his burnished brown eyes.

Around you the room grew quiet as the last strains of Sting’s chorus faded to nothing and in the new silence you heard the stairs creak. Slamming a hand over Eddie’s mouth you shushed him so your mom wouldn’t know you had snuck a boy into your room. Hopping to your feet you stumbled towards the door just as she turned the knob, “Hey baby! I thought you would be in bed.”

Bracing yourself against her opening the door wider, you faked a yawn, “Still got some work to do but I’m almost finished.”

She reached through the allowed gap and pinched your cheek, “Don’t be up too late. Men don’t like a lady with dark bags under her eyes!”

“Good tip. Goodnight mom.”

And as you started to close the door on her, she stopped, “What’s that smell?”

“Hmm? I don’t, nope, I don’t smell anything.”

“Cigarettes and… beer? Have you been drinking?” Worry washed over your mother’s face replacing her concerns about your physical appearance.

“What? Of course not. I was at-”

“Study group. Yes. Yes, I know. Just-” mom paused again to peer at you through the slim crack you kept open, “-make good choices.”

“Yup. Will do! Ok, night night then.” Shutting the door soundly you rested your back against it, almost out of breath from the anxiety of it all. You motioned at Eddie to sit still, listening hard to your mom’s routine walk from the bathroom to her bedroom, then the click of her light shutting off.

Crossing the floor once more, you flipped the record over, and sat next to Eddie on your bed making it groan, “That was intense.”

It was your turn to throw yourself down on the plush mattress, an arm covering your freshly embarrassed face, “She means well.”

“She says some fucked up stuff, though.”

You didn’t move. You knew it was true. And now Eddie knew it too.

“Don’t, uh, don’t tell anyone. She hasn’t been herself since we lost my dad.”

“Who would listen to me anyway?”

That made a small smile pop up on your face, “Yea, who would, right?”

“Low blow, Queenie!”

“Sorry, you made it too easy, Munson.”

“So, uh, I kinda feel weird now.”

“Oh-”

Something like hurt must have flitted across your features because Eddie immediately backpedaled, “No, no, not about you and me. About being here with your mom right down the hall.”

“I mean-”

“Do you think we could just, I don’t know, like, hang out?”

“You mean not have-”

Laying next to you, Eddie traced a line from your forehead down your nose and then over your lips, nodding. “I don’t need to get into your pants tonight, princess. We got plenty of time for that.”

“We do?” There was a hopeful note in your voice, one you knew Eddie could hear, which you couldn’t hide. Not after tonight.

“Hell yea we do.” Reaching over you, Eddie snagged your pilfered copy of The Lord of the Rings, flipping to the appendixes near the end and started to read to you, “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen… Arador was the grandfather of the King. His son-”

At some point the sun started to rise. Your stereo softly shouted the static of a finished record and you shifted into the warm shape beside you. Eddie, his chest to your back, was coiled around you, the forgotten book having fallen on the floor sometime in the night.

“Eddie?”

Mumbling into your ear, he wiggled closer, “‘m sleepin’...”

“Psst, Eddie… you gotta wake up, babe.” You whispered, rocking him as gently and urgently as you possibly could.

“No. No way, it’s crazy early.” You knew he was awake but he kept his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if opening them would force him out of bed and into a new day.

Shifting so that you could face him, you kissed the tip of his nose lightly, “If my mom wakes up and sees your shit box in the driveway, we’re both dead.”

Flying open wide, Eddie’s face registered your words, “Fuck.”

Laughing, your morning voice resonant and crackling, “Exactly.”

Swallowing hard, Eddie looked at you closely, blinking in the morning sunlight, “Damn, you’re beautiful in this light, my Queen.”

“And you, Eddie, my jester, are full of shit.” But you were smiling when you said it so he coughed out a small laugh.

“What if I don’t wanna leave you, huh?” He emphasized this position by wrapping his legs through yours and tangling your arms together.

“Then you get to explain tol my mom why I had a boy in my room overnight without telling her.”

“Nothing happened, though!”

Giving him your side-eye, you sassed, “Would you believe me if I told you I spent the night with Eddie Munson and nothing happened?”

“Fair point. Alright, fine. I’ll go… For now.” He added the last part as a warning to you. You weren’t going to be getting rid of Eddie so easily. He had decided that one night with you wasn’t nearly enough and that was just going to be your problem to deal with.

When you finally found both of his enormous Reeboks and handed over the school’s copy of The Lord of the Rings, Eddie was still lingering in your doorway. Hugging him tightly, not wanting to send him away but knowing you had to didn’t make it feel better. Humming into the space where his shoulder met his chest, savoring his warmth, you whined, “Don’t go. I’ll tell my mom something, anything, just stay.”

Lifting your chin so he could see your eyes, Eddie cupped your jaw in his broad hand, “How can I see you again if I don’t go now, huh? And I thought you were the smart one.”

Pushing him away, playful and silly, he grabbed your arms and using your momentum, crashed your lips together. This time, this kiss was meant to steal your soul. Licking hotly into your mouth, Eddie’s hands framed your face, holding you still while he drank in as much of you as he could. Memorizing the drag of your palms over his back, the sweet softness of your sighs, Eddie was all in on making sure this happened again, and again, and again.

When he released you, surveying the dreamy expression on your face, your swollen lips and flaming cheeks, Eddie couldn’t help but take pride in his work. You were a wreck and it was all because of him. Panting heavily, you were about to reattach yourself to Eddie’s beestung lips when you heard the tell-tale sign of your mom stirring upstairs.

Practically shoving him out the door in a panic, you tossed his jacket to him as he descended the front steps, tripping over the garden hose and just barely recovering his footing. You heard the low rumble of his van starting up and once you were sure your mom had gone back to her bedroom, tiptoed up the stairs. Parting your curtains you saw Eddie, sitting in the driver’s seat, looking up at you, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

Blowing you a kiss, you watched as he put the van in reverse and once he gained the street, gunning it as fast as possible.

The Next Day: A New Notebook, Click Here! The Next Day: Arwen & Aragorn, Click Here!

#eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson fic #eddie my beloved #eddie smut #eddie munson smut

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bbeeohazardd · 1 year

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Tommy stared wide-eyed at his gun-wielding friend, well, ex-friend at this point. Hand tightly holding the camcorder as he quickly held out his other arm to at least somewhat shield the older man behind him. He really regretted getting Bubby involved with his investigation, but he didn’t think it would escalate to this.

“bro, i know you took that tape, the one with Coomer on it, lil stealy boy ‘n now i gotta do this.”

“Benrey what?”

It was all Tommy could really respond with.

“Tommy, what tape is he talking about?!”

Bubby shouted.

“bro, i told you not to get Bubby involved in this, bro. ‘s why i told him i found Darnold, i just wanted to make my movie ‘n now look what you’re makin’ me do.”

“Benrey stop, you don’t- you can’t- it doesn’t have to be like this!”

Tommy couldn’t stop the shake in his voice.

“broo, i told you, i didn’t want it to come to this, bro. jus’ wanna make my movie ‘n shit bro, but then you shared my cool-ass tapes. makin’ me all bad ‘n shit bro, now i gotta be baaaaaad.”

“What are you FUCKING talking about.”

The sharp voice of Bubby only made him more anxious. He should’ve thought things through more thoroughly, and now he was going to get someone killed.

Tommy’s spiral halted as he noticed a figure sneaking up behind his ex-friend, a familiar orange jacket with a black and white mask. Gordon, his brain helpfully supplied.

“Benrey it’s- you- please don’t do this!”

“Yeah dumbass!”

“should’ve burned those tapes, i wanted to be nice but now i can’t and-”

Benrey was cut off as Gordon grabbed him violently from behind. Tommy sprang into action, grabbing Bubby’s arm and hauling-ass down the stairs. The sound of a gunshot made the older man yell out as they both made it through Rosswood and back to their cars.

“Tommy- Tommy what the fuck!”

“I- I don’t know! We- we gotta- we gotta get out of here and to a hotel! Just pack what you need and we- we can meet up at the Ramada by Skyland and McFarland.”

The other man nodded and hurriedly got in his car, peeling out of the parking lot.

Tommy paused to gather himself, eyes falling on Benrey’s parked car. He walked over, finding the door unlocked, to nobody’s shock. The inside of the car was a mess, but he noticed something on the passenger seat. The bag that Benrey had been carrying around and the chest camera.

Tommy looked around nervously before he grabbed them, closing the door and rushing to his own car before he sped off to the hotel.

Tommy fidgeted anxiously as he sat in his car, staring at the gray hard drive that had been in the bag as his camcorder sat in his lap.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but staring at it made him nauseous, and after seeing that tape with Gordon and Dr. Coomer on it, he really wasn’t excited to see whatever Benrey had gotten up to that made him act like, well, that. Sure, Tommy had committed his own fair share of crimes, but resorting to murdering someone who had no involvement was horrifying.

His thoughts were cut off by another car pulling up next to him, Bubby stepping out from the driver's side and grabbing a backpack.

Tommy got out of the car to meet him, trying his best to keep himself calm, he really missed Sunkist.

“You got- uh- you have everything you need?” “Yeah. What the fuck are we gonna do, Tommy?” “I- We should just stay in our rooms for the day. I got- I already rented some conjoined- an adjoined room, so uh, yeah.” “Alright.” “Oh! Uh-” He walked back over to his car, pulling out his duffle bag. “These- this is everything I’ve shot on my camera, everything- all my interactions with Benrey. Uh, this one…” He dug a bit before he found the labeled tape. “This one. This one is super- it’s really important, Benrey didn’t want me to see it. Uh- there’s also this hard drive-” He held it up for him to see. “I don’t uhm- I don’t know what’s on it yet, but I just- I know it’s important.” He put it back in the camera bag before walking back over to Bubby.

“I’m- I was gonna put everything in the safe in my room, but I need- we should uh come up with a four digit combination that we can both remember.” “Why not 1234 or something like that?” “Too simple, I don’t want- it’d be easy for anyone to open.” “Hm.” The older man looked at the ground as he thought. “3596.” “3596?” “It’s a very important date to me, I’d never forget it.” “Alright, it uh- I can remember that.” “I’m gonna go check in before this headache makes me explode.” “Alright.”

He started walking away before he paused and turned back.

“Tommy, Benrey mentioned a tape with Harold on it.” Tommy shuffled anxiously but nodded. “Yeah, I can- I’ll show it to you once I get the file safe on my laptop.” “Fine.” He continued walking, coughing a bit as he entered the building.

Tommy zipped up the bag and grabbed the camera before heading in with his things.

It didn’t take too long to get everything put away and organized, now the main thing to wait for was getting the video from the tape Bubby wanted to see safe on his computer. Well, as safe as he could with how unreliable things were now. Sure, things were safe if posted on YouTube, but he’d had files tampered with before, so he wasn’t going to blindly trust the volatile laptop.

Tommy turned his focus on the chest mounted camera in his hands, slipping it on and adjusting it slightly. It wasn’t the best sensory experience around, but it’d be useful if he had to go somewhere he couldn’t bring the hand-held.

He moved the hand-held over to the bedside table, gently setting it down and letting out a sigh of relief. Still recording as always. He sat down on the bed, rubbing his eyes.

Saying he felt exhausted would be an understatement.

He looked over at the laptop on the desk, he still had a good amount of time before the video would be uploaded.

Tommy laid down to get some sorely needed rest.

Tommy woke up with a start, sweating and gasping for air due to a nightmare he couldn’t remember. Familiar screaming made him scramble out of bed, fumbling for his camera, before he ran over to the door connecting his and Bubby’s rooms. He banged on the door loudly.

“Bubby! Bubby, open the door!”

He shouted frantically. Groping for the doorknob in the darkness, the door was unlocked.

He swung it open, only to be face to face with it.

The thing was the same as always. Inky black skin that seemed to pulse and squirm, too many eyes that bore into him, skeletal arms that reached from its back, some type of animal skull for a head, maybe a horse but the teeth were too sharp.

His head pounded painfully as he looked around the room in a panic. No Bubby. His hands shook as he looked back at the source of his misery. He felt enraged and hurt, all he’d wanted was a normal life, and now this thing had taken someone he hadn’t even wanted to put in danger.

“What do you want?!”

He managed to shout, it felt like his skull would split in two.

“JUST LEAVE US ALONE.”

Tommy shouted before impulsively charging the thing.

The sensation of tackling something was the last thing he registered before he passed out.

#mhvrai #anotha one #but from the Science Team with time #uh i wont specify what happened with Sunkist but uhhhh #as Joseph would say. Sunkist was a good dog #it prob won't be expanded upon but 3596 is the date of Coomer and Bubby's wedding in this world #i just picked a random date but yea #n e ways i put way too many details and references in this (cough cough conjoined rooms cough cough) so yeah teehee #Tommy is fun to write bc fucked up anxiety brain with fucked up speaking patterns disorder so i can just like give him my anxiety mindset #n e ways hope y'all like this augh #writing

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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sleepover ask: beware, we’re getting slutty.

Virginity taking w/ Andy 😮‍💨 it’s the typical scenario where he’s pretty experienced and you aren’t but after dating for some time, you want him to completely deflower you.

I feel like it would be such a good experience that you begin to settle in the fact that this fine ass man with good dick is going to be the only person within your sexual relationship. You wanna try new shit? He’s the one. New positions? He’s your guy. Everything. And that’s just after him fucking you ONCE.

The morning after would be a moment because he’s downstairs in the kitchen making you breakfast, you’re relaxing in the bed for a minute and reminiscing 😵‍💫 like he did everything right last night, you came more than twice, he was super attentive, loving, and a nice mix of wanting to slut you out.

That feeling gets to rushing in your bones, through your blood, and all the way down to your core. Yeah you probably were sore but you’d get over it. You shower, do your hygiene routine, and make your way down the stairs in nothing but a satin robe.

You find your man shirtless, those evil grey sweatpants hanging nice on his hips. That paired with your salacious thoughts had you ready to act out. Andy finds you with a smile, putting the spatula down to greet you with a tender hug and kiss.

“Good morning, how’re you?”

“I-I’m good, a little sore but it’s nothing a hot bath can’t fix”

“Well good, I tried to really hold back because it was your first time so I’m sorry if you don’t feel comfortable right now, you uh, just felt way too fucking good”

That had a shiver running down your spine, what a menace.

“But hang tight, breakfast is just about done, wanna make sure my princess is taken care of”

He kissed you again and left you to get comfortable at the kitchen island. You got lost in your thoughts as Andy fixed your plates. You barely registered that he was conversing with you until his warm hand laid over yours.

“Yeah?” You asked, coming to and seeing an amused yet confused look on your boyfriend’s face. Your plate was in front of you, untouched.

“I said are you okay? You need anything else with this? Something to drink?”

You spoke before thinking, “n-no.. no, just you”

You round the counter and lowered yourself on your knees in front of him before Andy could say anything else. He was naked when you got your hands on him.

Andy groaned, clutching the handle of the stove, “s-sweetheart wait, are you sure? We didn’t get this far last night, I just wanna— oh fuck!”

Your lips circled the head of him, eyes closed and letting yourself go to everything that was happening. He’d treated you so well last night, you wanted to return the favor. And if this is what you wanted to do, why couldn’t he enjoy it?

“Oh fuck, honey, just like that.. yeah, yeah keep doing that, makin’ daddy feel so fucking good, c’mon”

You took him deeper, one hand resting on the muscle of his thigh, the other jerking at the base of whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth. You felt Andy gather your hair into both of his hands, carefully pumping his hips.

He didn’t wanna full out fuck your face, not yet at least. Hell, he didn’t even know you were this good at giving head. As bad as he wanted it sometimes, he never pushed you. You two never engaged in anything further than making out because you weren’t ready. Andy respected that.

And here you were. Absolutely making a mess out of him. Slobber running the sides of your mouth, eyes teary, and you still looked so fucking beautiful to him. It pushed him right at the cliff of an intense orgasm.

His grip on your hair tightened, you looked up to see his head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes tightly shut.

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, ‘m right there, honey, don’t you fucking stop, gonna cum down that throat, suckin’ my dick so fuckin’ good”

His release caught you off guard but it didn’t stop you and you swallowed everything he gave you like the good girl you were.

Andy hauled you up to your feet and smashed his mouth on yours, tongue automatically finding yours. His kissed you breathless, hands desperately grabbing at your ass through the robe.

“On the bed, in the room, naked, give me five minutes and you better keep your hands to yourself, you hear me?”

“Yes daddy”

Andy muttered a ‘good girl’ before smacking your ass and sending you on your way. You couldn’t wait. 😈

Happy Birthday, my luvvvv ❤️

MA’AM YOU ALWAYS DELIVER OMFG! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I love everything about this, Andy being caught off guard by how much you want him especially so quickly after your first time together but I mean who can blame you he’s too damn hot not to be on your knees gagging you know 🥵

Slut me outtttt sir!

This is perfect!!

#sleepover time!!#andy barber smut #andy barber headcanons

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izukult · 3 years

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haikyuu boys and “icks”

oh you know i had to do it to em. i love these boys so much, but they’re on thin fucking ice. this is one of my favorite ones i’ve ever done.

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kenma, kuroo, nishinoya, tanaka, asahi, atsumu, lev

hinata shoyo; emojis and names- “hi queen🥺👑” type of shit from this guy. it’s so disgusting. he absolutely has used 🤣 unironically- please buy him an old flip phone or something because he must be stopped. also has unironically said wifey before to his s/o- makes me physically sick.

kageyama tobio; running with a backpack on- the backpack is bumping up and down and it keeps hitting his back and he’s just hauling ass. sometimes, he’ll hold the straps and it just gets so much worse. he leans forward to counterbalance the weight of the backpack, and he trips a couple times because of it. meanwhile, his books and stuff just keep repeatedly hitting his tailbone.

oikawa toru; repeating a joke because no one laughed- this one makes me want to rip my hair out. he says it louder the second time, over emphasizing every other word and then he just looks at everyone in anticipation. gets overly cocky after the pity laughs.

sugawara koushi; crying listening to ed sheeran- he’s got his headphones in, volume all the way up, with really cheesy, radio popular ed sheeran songs blaring. he says that ‘the songs are really emotional’ and ‘his voice is moving’. once in public perfect came on and he teared up.

yamaguchi tadashi; baby talk- it’s not all the time but sometimes he’ll send “i’m sowwy 👉🥺👈” or anything with that emoji combo. it’s rare enough where you can just ignore it, but every time it happens it hits so hard that it kinda makes you consider ghosting him.

tskushima kei; begging for validation indirectly- he does something and then he’ll push up his glasses and be like “that was good, right?” in a cocky tone but won’t leave you alone until you answer. and there’s no winning either. if you compliment him, he gets over excited and if you put him down he gets angry and insecure and whiny (i.e. “what do you mean? of course i did that right, you’re just stupid).

bokuto kotaro; saying ‘this ones for you’ and then messing up- he just didn’t hit the ball as hard as he should’ve and the opposing team easily blocked it. he gets a little emo too and you have to COMFORT HIM about it. oh no💔

akaashi keiji; breathing with his mouth open- it’s only when he’s zoning out, really. he won’t be paying attention and the next thing he knows, he’s looking like a fish and he’s breathing aggressively loud. it’s that shallow huff kind of breathing, too.

iwaizumi hajime; waiting for the shower to heat up naked- IM SO SORRY BUT. awful. so embarrassing. just standing there,,,, reclining into himself,,,, awkwardly moving back and forth on his own two feet as he waits for the water to get hot. no one would actually see this one, but even just thinking about it makes me sick.

matsukawa issei; commenting ‘does she reply❤️😏” on celebrity or influencers posts- issei i’m begging someone to break your fucking phone. no, she doesn’t. no one cares, mattsun. please, i’m begging you delete social media.

hanamaki takahiro; typing ‘x’ after everything- “how are you xx?” so much worse now that youve said that, makki. he thinks it makes him charming and cute, but really he just sounds like a virgin 😞✋. overuses it when he likes someone, it’s really awful.

kenma kozume; going up the stairs on all fours- why was it necessary? are you laughing, kenma? was it more comfortable? we as people evolved for a reason. you have legs KENMA, please use them. he looks down the stairs after with a little sense of pride, makes it so much more nauseating.

kuroo tetsuro; sings the wrong lyrics too confidently- he’s off beat, he’s way too loud, and he doesn’t know the words at all. everything comes out a jumbled mess but it’s the only think you can hear. bonus: will look up lyrics and try to secretly read them so he can sing along. euthanize him.

nishinoya yu; dabs- the joke died so long ago (almost a decade ago) but that does not mean he will stop. he thinks it’s so funny and everytime he does it, your soul dies a little bit.

tanaka ryunosuke; purposefully trying to make you jealous- oh it’s so embarrassing and he’s so bad at it. comes off kinda creepy and a little douchey. you actually have to sit down with him and talk about this one because it needs to be stopped.

asahi azumane; crying on a rollercoaster- it’s about to start and he starts hitting the bar, and once the ride is already going he starts screaming about being let off. not only that, but he does it every time. why do you keep trying to ride them, asahi? just stay and watch everyone’s bags, jesus christ.

miya atsumu; asking ‘where’s my hug?’- says it way too loud, makes everyone uncomfortable. okay piss head, you would’ve gotten a hug either way but now you’ve kind of ruined it. has also probably told someone to ‘smile more’, resulted in him getting punched.

lev haiba; coming out of the fitting room to show his family his outfit- he’s surrounded by all those mirrors and he’s kind of hunched over. they make him do a little spin, and he’s stiff as a board. his mom still makes him show her even if he says the pants don’t fit.

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kimageddon · 3 years

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Star Wars Fics

I was challenged by @ashotofspotchka . So I did it.

The Prompt

Made this a Tech x Reader fic. I got inspired. And became a bit longer that intended.

I heard y'like Tech?? @eyecandyeoz @fallenrepublick (tag a fan!)

The Wedding

Well this was a right mess to be in. How had you even gotten into this situation? Oh of course… Cid. As much as you admired her, she was a tricky one. If not for her you would have never been invited to her salon, nor would you have met the most frustrating band of men you’d encountered. And their adorable little sister of course.

Had you not taken that job with them a few months ago, you would not have gotten to know them so well. Not been put in so many ridiculous situations and nearly losing your head. You wouldn’t have that new scar across your thigh… and you wouldn’t have grown to like them so much.

Damn it. Your mentor always told you not to get too attached to people, one never knew when they would find each other on opposite sides of the field so to speak. Casual acquaintances were one thing. Friendship was not a good idea. Anything more was downright dangerous. You told yourself it was alright to have a little affection for them. That it was alright to laugh and make jokes, to share a meal with them, to make them smile. That was alright… wasn’t it?

You let out a sigh wishing the ceremony would soon be over. Not that it wasn’t lovely. Of course it was. The venue was beautifully decorated, from the flowers to the guests, everything was stunning. A perfect picture of romance and love and devotion.

You usually detested weddings. There was one incident when you were young and… well it spoiled the idea of them to you. Though this was… actually rather nice. The group, you included, were tasked with providing security for the wedding as a favour to one of Cid’s associates. It was one of the more ridiculous missions… though even you had to admit, you cleaned up alright in a silken dress and heels. It had been a while since you’d had to go undercover and this was… well it was rather fun.

The downside of course had been seeing the boys in their suits. It wasn’t good for your heart. If they looked a picture of badass intimidation in full armour, then the five of them in suits were just perfect.

Hunter even had his hair swept back, though it took you a second to recognise him without the bandana. Wrecker had been a little grumbly about feeling unprotected but was very pleased when you told him he was very handsome. Crosshair had rolled his eyes at first, but gotten very offended when you snatched his toothpick from his lips. Echo had a moment when he was finally dressed. You’d been tying his bowtie when he’d let out a little huff and gave a small smile, saying he “felt human again.” Your heart broke at these words because even with his brothers he still felt… lesser. You had been quick to assure him that he was more human than anyone you knew and that the prosthetics meant nothing on that. Seeing him puff up with pride again was worth nearly getting shot last week.

Even Omega had a pretty dress on and flats tied to her ankles with ribbons. You and she had picked a dress to match Hunter’s suit specifically, she looked up to her big brother so very much, you often thought he was more like a father really, but kept these thoughts to yourself for now.

The last one to join you was the one that affected you the most of course. Tech stepped out onto the landing platform looking like a million credits and like he should have a hot woman on each arm. Like he could make any woman swoon with just a wink.

Hot damn.

Of course he would not do such a thing, and was just looking around, observing the surroundings for possible points of attack, vulnerability and in general taking in the surroundings. As you were also meant be doing. Internally you swore and after drinking in his obliviously gorgeous self, you’d returned to praising the way Omega had pinned her hair without needing your help.

Tech had of course been one of the members of the self-proclaimed ‘Bad Batch’ that you had found the most interesting. He always knew at least five facts about the planet or target or mission that the others didn’t. Always reading, always observing. His eyes behind his goggles were never still. One could think him cold if they didn’t look close enough. But he had a deep passion for knowledge, for technology… its no wonder he had chosen such a name. Practical. To the point. You liked that about him. You like quite a bit about him as you recently discovered. The way he could fix anything. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about learning new things. The way he was so damn efficient at his job, he knew the Havoc Marauder inside and out. The little smile when the two of you shared an inside joke. Or the way he rolled his eyes whenever one of his brothers exasperated him. The way he was always right there to help Omega over large stones or down the stairs of the ship. He was so thoughtful like that, despite not really talking about it.

Actually no. No, you didn't like that. It was just positive observations. That’s all. He was a colleague… maybe a friend. Maybe. There was nothing more to it, you told yourself. There wasn’t anything meant in the little brushes of your fingers when you two passed items between each other. Or passed in the hold of the ship. Or when you were squashed together when hiding from Imps. He didn’t think like that. Right?

Currently, you were standing on one side of the large room, waiting for the bride to arrive. On one side were you, Hunter and Crosshair, standing alongside the pews. On the other, was Omega, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. You wished Tech was on your side of the room, then he wouldn’t be in your vision at least. Not that it meant anything! You were allowed to admire the handsome technician of course, but that's all it was. He certainly wasn’t looking back at you every minute or so either. You were probably imagining it. You had to keep your eyes out for any breaches in security. Any guests acting strange. Certainly not staring at the drop-dead gorgeous clone in glasses across from you.

“Feeling alright, Feisty?” Hunter asked in a low whisper. You smirked at the nickname, apparently you had made an impression on them in the first mission when the client had gotten too mouthy. “Your heart rate is higher than usual.” He added, and you could hear definite amusement in his tone.

You pursed your lips together, trying not to smile from embarrassment. “I’m fine Hunter.” You replied out of the corner of your mouth. Another sweep of the venue with your eyes-- oh kriff Tech was looking your way. Your eyes met for just a second before you tore them away. You heard Hunter chuckle.

“You sure?” He muttered, folding his arms,

“Shut up, Hunter.” You retorted with a soft huff. He chuckled again and you felt your face grow hot. By the nine moons of Endor you wanted to run. It was then the music began and you steeled yourself. The ceremony was beginning.

It was lovely, really. Very sweet, lovely and romantic. The Togruta and his Twi’lek bride seemed very in love if the look on the groom's face was to be believed. He practically lit up like a beacon on seeing her. You had the brief thought... would anyone do that for you? Before immediately pushing it away. Those sorts of thoughts were dangerous. You were sure that it was going to be boring… but you couldn’t help but get a little distracted when they began to say their vows.

“...my darling. There is so much I want to say to you. So much I have felt and left unsaid, I am sure you know just how I feel just by the way I look at you.”

Your eyes instinctively flicked to the otherside of the room. You glimpsed his eyes on you and was immediately caught in the depths of his soft brown eyes. The gentle and kind look you had seen many times, but thought nothing of. He was just kind, that’s who he was. In this moment though-- you were sure there was… a little more to it.

“...It was not easy to let myself open up… to bring myself to acknowledge my feelings but in one moment I knew they were endless and unrelenting. I love you from the depth of my soul and I never want to be apart from you…”

Oh hells… these vows were so saccharine sweet that normally you would be gagging… but these ones hit a little too close to home. You couldn’t stop your eyes from being tugged toward the suited clone trooper opposite you, no matter how you forced them away, to scan the room for danger, they were always drawn back to him. Always him.

“...When I met you you were just so wild. Such a firecracker…!”

There was a laugh across the room and you almost jumped, reminding yourself you were in a crowd. Though none of them paid attention to you. Only one.

“...It was like seeing the sun for the first time, with you in my world colours were brighter, food was sweeter, I found myself longing for times when we could be together, even in the small moments…”

You recalled the times Tech and yourself had been together, doing maintenance, repairs, listening to the music through the entertainment channels. The little laughs, the simple things.

“...not everything was easy, and there has been so much danger…”

You remembered your last serious injury, the piece of twisted metal sticking out of your leg while you hauled ass back to the ship, firing behind you to cover the boys. The way Tech’s eyes had become as big as moons when you finally collapsed, and they saw how bad the injury was.

“... but I always trusted you to get me through anything. I love you, my darling. With all my heart, and soul and with every beat of my heart and breath in my body. I will be yours even after all the stars in the galaxy burn out.”

You had been unable to tear your gaze from Tech’s for the last minute or so and you could feel your face burn. It was only when the vows were done and the bride and groom kissed, their hands wrapped together in a red ribbon and the other guests clapped in support that you snapped out of your little reverie. You joined, half-heartedly in the applause but you felt… strange. You really wanted this mission to be over. Or a drink. Yeah, a drink would be good.

#tbb fanfiction #tbb #tbb tech #tech #clone tech #the bad batch #fanfic prompt #tag a tech simp #tech x reader #tech x you #tech fluff

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Nine

chapter eight - Chapter Nine: The Soldier and the Mutant - chapter ten

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n deals with the new knowledge about who her father truly was and receives a surprise visitor.

Warnings: angst, fluff, fluff, FLUFF, my gosh it’s nearly suffocating how much fluff, language, one allusion to sex, mentions of suicide, mentions of torture

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: I’m just gonna let this one speak for itself, thanks for being so patient 😉

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“HYDRA?”

“HYDRA…” I sighed.

Melanie and I were sat on her front porch, coffee cups in hand and revelations on our lips. I’d been home for two days and the shock of finding out about my father’s longstanding lie, while still fresh, was morphing into numbness. Being his daughter too, Mel needed to know the truth as well.

“This guy’s gotta be lying,” my sister waved a hand in front of her, “He has to be, he’s a criminal a-and he’s crazy.” “He’s not lying, Mels,” I held my head in my hand with my elbow resting on my chair, “I went online and scoured the internet, Dad’s name was listed in the HYDRA files leaked ten years ago.”

Mel leaned forward in her seat and hung her head, bracing her weight on her knees. My sister had always been a rock, unshakable even in the face of the worst circumstances. Even though she was keeping it together for my sake, I could see the well of emotions that would spring up once I was gone. “I can’t believe this,” she mumbled, shaking her head softly, “But looking back, it makes so much sense.” I furrowed my brows at her, “You wanna spell this one out for me?”

“Think about it,” she turned in her seat to face me, “Dad was wracked with guilt every day since he came home from the,” she set her mug down on the coffee table and made air quotes, “‘service.’ Nightmares and flashbacks and that awful depression…I mean, the man tore himself apart for what he’d done when he wasn’t passed out from drinking. He’d have had to do some pretty nasty things to feel that much guilt.” “Yeah, well, he should have felt guilty,” I grumbled, staring down at the coffee to hide the tears slowly forming in my eyes, “He hurt innocent people.”

“Wow…” she said quietly.

I sat forward in my seat, “Mom can never find about this, the shock could kill her. And as much as I feel like she should know who she was married to, I don’t think I can destroy another person’s image of Dad.” “No, I don’t think we should tell her either,” Mel agreed, taking a sip from her coffee, “I’m sorry enough that you had to find out. Wait,” she slapped a hand over my arm, “Does Bucky know? You said you and Sam were working with him.” I had done my best to put Bucky out of my mind for the past two days, failing spectacularly. I had gotten so used to him being by my side the past week that once he was gone, it felt like something was missing. Never mind the way I’d left him, those blue eyes begging me not to shut him out, the very same thing I’d asked him not to do. I had to remind myself at least ten times a day that removing myself from his life was for his good.

“Yeah, he knows,” I looked back down at my lap, squeezing the coffee mug so tight, I thought it might shatter. Mel threw her hands out to their sides, “And?”

“And he knows,” I replied, knowing that wouldn’t be a good enough answer for her. “So this guy finds out that our dad tortured him for years and he’s been running around Europe with his daughter and he had no reaction? What are you not telling me?” “Mel, what do you want me to say?” I snapped my head up, “He was there when Zemo told me and he’s not with me now, there’s nothing more to tell…"

I may have been a mutant, but sometimes I wished I’d have gotten my sister’s detective skills instead. She could take one look at a person and go Sherlock Holmes on their ass before they knew what hit them. It was one of the reasons she’d made such a good psychologist before becoming a stay-at-home mom.

Mel inhaled sharply and her eyes widened, “Oh my gosh, do you-“ “Don’t say it,” I held up a hand and forcefully pressed my eyes shut, a few teardrops squeezing out onto my eyelashes, “Please don’t say it.” As requested, she fell silent, her hand slipping onto my shoulder and rubbing small circles. I trained my eyes ahead of me, focusing on the last remnants of the morning’s sunrise. I’d always loved getting up early enough to watch the light spread across the sky, giving me hope that whatever pain I was feeling was only temporary. I found no such comfort gazing at the spectacle in my current state.

“It’s better this way,” I said, not able to look at her lest she see my contradictory eyes, “Trust me.” “Well,” Mel sighed loudly, “You’re the one that knows the guy…Just promise me one thing?” “Hmm?” She pulled one of my hands out of the death grip I had on my cup and took it into one of hers, “This is huge news, life-shattering, and we’re allowed to process it however we need to. But I see that look in your eyes, none of this is on you. Don’t blame yourself for what Dad did to him.” And if Mel had spent the time I had with Bucky, watched him in the bar in Madripoor, been in the therapy session with him, seen his reaction to losing his arm in Riga, I knew she’d feel different. I had a front row seat to Bucky’s PTSD and my father had been the ringleader. How could I not feel a little responsible? ——

Sam, Sarah and I had talked the boat situation over the morning before. The offer that Sarah had received from the guy who had been interested before Sam returned home had fallen through, he’d cited the reason as that it would take more money to fix than it was worth. Ever the hero, Sam had phoned everyone in the community who had known his parents and called in as many favors as he could. As I pulled up to the docks, ready to roll up my sleeves and begin working, I was delightfully surprised at how many people had responded. There were at least a dozen sets of helping hands waiting to work. It was moments like these that reminded me how lucky I was to live in such a close knit community.

I weaved through people, greeting and thanking everyone for coming out as I made my way to the boat. “Black Falcon to the rescue again, huh?” I called out to Sam as I climbed aboard, he was standing at the bow of the ship next to somebody whose back was turned to me. “You know it,” Sam called back, turning around and facing me, along with the man who he’d been in conversation with.

It was Bucky.

My heart stopped and I froze in my tracks, adrenaline shooting through my veins. Our eyes met across the deck and we may as well have been back in Sokovia. There was the same pain threaded through his ocean blue eyes only enhanced by the fear reflecting in mine. I wanted to run to him and away from him all at once, but knew which instinct needed to be listened to.

I looked to Sam and faked a hopefully convincing smile, “I’ll be below deck.” Hurriedly, I hauled my ass across the deck and raced down the steps. My hands flew to cover my nose and mouth as my breathing increased. He was here, he couldn’t be here, why was he here? Any progress I’d made, however small, in trying to put Bucky to rest had been revived the second I saw his face.

“You wanna explain what that was?” I looked up to see Sam stepping off the final stair and crossing his arms in front of me, “One day you’re friends and the next you bolt outta the room when you see the guy?” “Just,” I strained, stopping to take as soothing a breath as I was capable of and straightening my posture, “Keep me where he isn’t.” Sam sighed, reading me all too well, “Y/n, if this is about your dad, there’s noth-“ “Now what needs to be done down here?” I interrupted, placing my hands on my hips and hoping that if I projected confidence, I’d start to feel it.

“Fine,” Sam conceded to my wishes and gestured to the engine we were standing next to, “Check the zincs. If you need to replace ‘em, we’ll have to run down to Joe’s. And just so you know,” he stood at the steps and pointed between me and where Bucky most likely stood above us, “I don’t agree with this.” I shook my head to shake myself out of the moment as he left me to my work, blissfully hidden from the person I wanted to be with most.

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I had never experienced a more uncomfortable day.

For the entire morning and afternoon, it was like switching a light on and off. If Bucky came below deck to fix something, I filed out as quick as I could to work above deck. We didn’t interact more than when we passed each other once in a while, each brush of shoulder sending a jolt of electricity through me. Sam had been no help either, he’d prevented me from making the necessary run to the hardware store or helping Sarah with lunch. He was determined to try and quarantine me and Bucky on the boat, most likely in hopes that my resolve would weaken. No matter how much it was killing me, I kept my distance and my head down as we made repairs in awkward silence.

When the sun began to set over the waters and there was nothing left to be done for the day, I carefully made my way up the stairs and listened for voices. When I heard none close by, I took quick steps across the deck and hopped off the boat onto the dock. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder to see if Bucky, who was stealthy enough to sneak up on anyone, was behind me and kept on my path to the outdoor kitchen area Sarah was closing up. “Good day?” I asked, grabbing an extra rag to try and get the oil off my hands from working on the engine.

“Better than you,” she retorted, “You’ve had that sour look on your face since you got here.” “Just,” I sighed and stopped my rigorous rubbing for a second, “Still thinking about everything…” Stopping her cleaning while I resumed mine, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned her head against mine. Out of Sam, Melanie, myself and her, Sarah was the most removed from the situation. My dad hadn’t interacted much with the Wilsons, he hadn’t interacted with hardly anyone outside of his family, so Sarah didn’t have many memories with him nor had she fought HYDRA. It was actually nice to be around someone who didn’t have his dirty deeds bouncing around their head like an old school Microsoft screensaver.

“You,” she pressed a kiss to the side of my head, “Are one of the best human beings I know and nothing can change that, not even this.” Starting the argument that this revelation did in fact change a lot of things would be useless, I knew better than to try and prove Sarah wrong. I simply patted her arm and leaned into her embrace, taking the comfort I could get even if I didn’t necessarily deserve it.

“By the way,” she said as she unwrapped her arms, “Sam invited Bucky to stay the night.” My stomach dropped, “WHAT?” “He was gonna go find a hotel room but that’s ridiculous when he can just crash on the couch,” Sarah shrugged, wiping off the counter once again. “Why?” I pressed my hands to my mouth in a praying position, “Why could you not be an angel who has to help everybody, just this once?”

Sarah turned to face me, placing on hand on her hip, “The guy saved your ass from being killed and ran you to the hospital,” I opened my mouth to ask her how she knew that, she held up a finger to me, “Sam told me all about Riga. It’s the least we can do for him. And don’t even think about running to Mel’s place for the night, you promised the boys you’d take them to school tomorrow morning.” I stood there, nervously wringing the cloth through my hands as Sarah walked away to finish up another task before night fell. All my efforts to keep away from Bucky were failing and it wasn’t due to anything on my part. How was I supposed to protect him if we were constantly around each other? As I looked out to the deck of the boat, I could see Sam and Bucky had winded up there drinking beers to celebrate their long day of work. It was a scene that only days ago, I could have easily slipped into. I didn’t just miss Bucky, I missed the dynamic the three of us had grown to have. Sam would have pressed a beer into my hand and lightheartedly elbowed me, I’d have settled down next to Bucky whose hand would have naturally drifted to the small of my back…It would have been a perfect end to the day. Instead, I was cursing my father for ever having dipped a toe in HYDRA’s pool, his decision had ruined my life.

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I had two vendettas, one with Sam for inviting Bucky to stay and one with my quickly drying throat that begged for water.

Laying in bed with my pillow smashed across my face, I peeked one eye out to check my alarm clock. 1:29AM. I’d laid in the same position for an hour, hoping that sleep took me over and my thirst would die till the morning. The family had been asleep for hours and with the amount of work Sam and him did, Bucky should have been passed out too. If I pulled it off just right, I could sneak downstairs to grab a bottle of water and get out before he ever stirred. Waking an ex-assassin wouldn’t be good for either of us.

I tiptoed out of my room, mindful of the creaking door as I passed AJ and Cass’ bedroom. Once I got to the stairs, I chose a silent approach and used my energy to float my way down the steps. I continued doing so through the kitchen, sneaking a peek over to the couch to see Bucky sound asleep. I opened up the fridge quietly and reached in blindly, feeling around till I hit a bottle and pulling it out. Tucking the bottle under my arm, I placed my hands back at my side and began to let the energy lift me.

“You do know I can hear you, right?” The familiar voice startled me, causing me to absorb the energy back into my palms quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration before turning to see Bucky, laying in the same position I’d found him in with his lids still shut. “Forgot,” I said, hoping he didn’t hear the shake in my voice, “Super soldier.”

Flipping the blanket Sarah had given to him off his body, he swung his long legs off the couch and sat up to face me. It truly wasn’t fair how good he looked even in the middle of the night, the moonlight coming through the windows and highlighting his silhouette. Admiring his profile was the only thing making the uncomfortable silence semi-bearable.

“We need to talk,” he started. “We really don’t,” I hurriedly replied, starting to rotate my body to flee. Bucky stood up, the couch creaking in relief as he did, “Yes, we do. You left so fast the other day I couldn’t get two words in.” “Because you didn’t need to,” I said from my place in the kitchen, “There’s nothing you can say to make any of this better and you shouldn’t. In fact, you should hate me.” He raised a tired eyebrow, “Hate you?”

“Yes,” I said, a little louder, “Hate me for what my father did to you, hate me for being his daughter. I hate me right now, I don’t understand why you don’t.” “Because there’s nothing to hate,” Bucky chuckled softly, “You of all people have given me the least to hate.” “Bucky, of all people you should hate me the most,” I said firmly, setting the forgotten bottle on the counter, “We travel the world all week and then you find out I’m the daughter of the man whose job was to hook you up to machines an-and torture you all day. That’s the man who I drew pictures of and kissed every night before bed and thought was the greatest person to ever walk the fucking planet,” I spread my arms out to accentuate the point, “That man is one of the reasons for all that pain seeping out of you. And guess what? I’m him. I’m literally his flesh and blood! So go ahead, hate me! You have every right to, and it would make this all so much easier if you did.” “Make what easier? Ignoring each other?” Bucky crossed his arms over his broad chest, “I don’t want to do that.” I knew he wasn’t going to let it go, I had only one decent shot at ending the conversation and I needed to take it, even if it broke my heart. “Well, it’s what I want,” I picked up the bottle again, trying to pretend I was as confidant in my decision to walk away as my words were.

“That’s a lie and we both know it,” Bucky said, the tiniest smirk appearing on his lips, something I always found cute but now found annoying.

It may have been the biggest lie I’d ever told in my entire life, but it was also truth. I wanted to leave Bucky before he inevitably left me. “No, it’s not,” I said, my voice threatening to tremble as I used it. “You wanna look me in the eye and tell me that?” I hadn’t dared to make too much contact with those wild eyes that I’d fallen for, I’d only give in all the quicker and let his grace draw me straight into his arms. He’d called my bluff, knowing that lying to him was easy when I didn’t actually have to see him and that I couldn’t continue the charade if that changed. As I dragged my eyes up to meet his, the tears I’d been fighting back began to come forward. He looked broken and whole at the sight of me, exactly how I felt.

“What do you want me to say, Bucky?” I whispered, my throat closing with emotion.

“I want you to tell me, to my face,” he paused, drawing a shallow breath, “That I’m crazy and that I read every signal wrong.” It would have been less painful if he’d sucker punched me with his left hand, I’d have actually preferred it. It had taken everything in me to tell just one lie, I couldn’t do it again to either one of us. But I also couldn’t succumb to my feelings. “Bucky…” I shakily began, clenching my fists at their sides.

“Because you’ve been living in my head pretty much since the minute I met you, and I don’t wanna sweep this week under the rug like it was nothing,” Bucky made a sweeping motion with his hand, “I don’t think I can.” “Bucky, we can’t…I can’t do that to you.” “Do what?” he asked confusedly, squinting his eyes as if he couldn’t see the issue. “I don’t want to hurt you!” I snapped, allowing the tears to break free of their restraints and shed themselves, “There’s going to come a day where every memory of what he put you through is going to be blamed on me and I can’t wait for the day where you wake up and look at me like I’m the monster my father was. I can’t have a little of you, Bucky, and then lose you entirely.” My cheeks were wet with my guilt, I made no effort to dry them or cease their streams. I stood there on the edge of where the kitchen met the living room staring at the man who held my heart, trying to pry it from his hands to no avail. Bucky looked just as surprised by the revelation as I’d been when it flew from my lips without any opposition from my head.

“What did you say to me in Riga?” he whispered, his voice raising slightly to try and emphasize the point he was about to make, “’I don’t believe that any part of you is capable of me?’ ‘That’s not who you really are?’” he echoed my sentiments from days ago, “You’re not him. If I believed there was any of him in you, I wouldn’t be standing here begging you to stop beating yourself up about this.” He took a step forward, waiting to see if I walked away but I was too focused on him to think about running. He continued coming forward, “Y/n, I can’t walk away from this like you mean nothing to me. You’re the first person I’ve met that sees me as Bucky Barnes before anything else. I gave you every reason to write me off and you didn’t give up on me,” he paused, swallowing harshly as he stopped in front of me, “When I’m with you, I feel safe for the first time in a long time. There’s never gonna come a day where I stop lookin’ at you like you’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

There were mere inches left between us, the words I had been dying to hear were now mine for the taking and I was too paralyzed with shock to react. Of course he had to come and hit me with my own affirmations, making perfect sense. The side of my mind that believed I didn’t deserve this happiness was screaming that these feelings would fade, that my father’s sins would always be at the forefront of us. The other side that wanted nothing more than to reach out and close the distance between us was telling me to believe him and let myself be cared for, something I’d always believed I was too broken for. And somehow they were both drowned out by the excitement I felt with Bucky in such close proximity, staring down at me with those cerulean pools, infused with the darkness that sent a chill down my spine. There was a palpable change in the air, from emotional to the great and grand something we finally near naming. Every part of me wanted to reach out and take him for for myself, to kiss him and pull him so close that there was no telling where I began and he ended. If there was a chance for me to back out, it was now. I could run to my room, to my car, anywhere that he wasn’t. But at the end of the day, that wasn’t what I wanted. I could either let myself be held captive by crimes I’d never committed, or I could dedicate myself to loving the man who the universe had somehow tied me to long ago.

“Tell me to stop,” Bucky said, his voice hitting that low timbre that made goosebumps break out across my skin.

I couldn’t deny either one of us any longer.

Bucky took a step towards me, his eyes never leaving mine as I backed to accommodate him and his plans. A small gasp left me as my back hit the kitchen wall, my hands reaching back to press against it to try and find purchase on something. There was now only a breath’s width of space left between Bucky and I, our shared air growing more and more heated as we bathed in the anticipation of the moment. His eyes flicked between my y/e/c ones and my lips, looking for any signs of hesitation that didn’t exist. He placed a finger under my chin to tilt my head to his liking, pausing to take in the sight of my tear streaked face in the last seconds before we let loose the storm that had been brewing inside us both. I took the time to admire the wonder on his face, the two of us his newest discovery in a world he had long been asleep to.

He leaned in and our lips finally touched, euphorically.

I found myself unable to move, overwhelmed by the sensation I’d wanted to feel since our dance in Madripoor. Bucky didn’t overstep his bounds, he kept our mouths softly connected as we absorbed each other. When he disconnected our lips, whether to repeat the act or pull away, my body snapped into action and my hands flew to his neck, pulling him back down to me. Our lips didn’t fight for dominance so much as they did try and take in as much of each other as they could. Bucky’s hand slipped from my chin and both fell to my hips, pulling me flush against his body. On his tongue, I could taste the remnants of however many beers he’d shared with Sam, they’d stayed on the boat till the first evening stars started to appear. The scent of him, freshly showered after a long day of work, invaded my senses and spurred me on further, my hands moving to fist the back of his blue henley. With our kisses becoming more fervent, Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around my hips and lifted me so effortlessly, it only made the moment more heated. I wound my legs around his waist and let him carry me to wherever he desired, him easily supporting my weight and never disconnecting our lips as he fell to the couch. My hands snaked up his back to thread themselves through the short brown locks, causing him to pull away with a soft moan before diving back into my mouth. His flesh hand took hold of the back of my head and pushed me further into the kiss, trying to taste as much of me as he could. This. This was what I had been craving since the moment I’d realized I was far more starved of Bucky’s touch than I’d thought I’d been. The delightful friction our bodies created, the pressure of our lips dancing together, the knowledge that I was just as much his as he was mine. No more questioning, no more stolen moments wondering what could have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted. This was whole and perfect and right.

Eventually, the second long breaks we took for became insufficient and we needed to part for longer. Bucky looked gorgeously spent, his half lidded eyes following me, his lips deliciously swollen and his hair messed up from where my hands had been. I smiled as I dragged my hands to his cheek and ran my thumb over his plump lower lip, bringing a lopsided grin to his face. There was a joy I hadn’t seen him express yet and my stomach flipped knowing that I was the one to bring it in him.

“Don’t leave,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftermath of our passion, “Please.” In my palms, I held one of the world’s most deadly men, someone whose reputation had consisted of how ruthless a killer he’d once been. And here he was, warm and soft and begging me not to go. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, delighting in how his eyes brightened at hearing my words. Contrasting the intensity of the minutes before, I leaned in and brushed my lips against Bucky’s with as little pressure as I could. He chased them the second I pulled away, eliciting a giggle out of me that he swallowed, kissing me so lovingly it almost broke my heart. He inhaled me like I was oxygen and he’d been deprived far too long. It didn’t occur to me that there was a chance I was his first kiss since before he shipped out in the ’40’s. “I don’t wanna stop,” he mumbled against my lips. “Then don’t,” I replied, breathing in his soft exhales, “We’ll stay up all night doing this.” Bucky chuckled, pulling away from my mouth to turn his head and press tender kisses to the palm I’d been cradling his cheek in. He tugged me closer then, my hands winding around his shoulders and his face burying itself in my neck. My laugh at the sensation of his scruff quickly morphed to a moan as he planted drawn out kisses against every inch of the bruises our encounter with Walker in Riga had left me with. I extended my neck to give him better access, feeling his lips twist in a wicked grin as his ministrations caused my breathing to quicken. “Okay, if you keep doing this,” I gasped, trying to steady my voice, “We’re gonna be up all night doing something else.” He pecked the column of my neck once more before pulling his head out and facing me, still smiling. I pressed my forehead to his and he nuzzled his nose against mine, still desperate to keep any contact he could.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Bucky confessed, rubbing his metal hand up and down my back, “Thought about it in Riga, when we were fighting, in the alleyway…”

“Me too,” I agreed, grinning uncontrollably, “But you know why I’m glad it didn’t happen till now?” Bucky hummed questioningly, “Because this is the longest we’ve been together without someone interrupting us.”

Bucky chortled loud enough for me to feel the need to cover his mouth, causing me to laugh myself. I never thought that there would come a day where the two of us would be sitting on my couch in the middle of the night, as lighthearted as could be. This was a slice of heaven after all that we’d been through. “Do you believe me now when I say my opinion of you is never gonna change?” Bucky asked. Had he not proven to me that it was true, I wouldn’t have believed it. I’d have punished the both of us for the rest of my life. “As long as you believe me when I say that I know you’ll never hurt me.” I knew that there was so many layers to his pain, most that I would never understand, but he couldn’t keep a part of himself hidden forever. If we were going to do this, we were going do it wholeheartedly, taking the best and the worst parts of each other. The unlovable would never go unloved as long as we were together.

“Okay,” Bucky sighed, tightening the arm around my waist and bringing the other to my face, “Okay.” He pulled me down to press his lips to each of my cheeks, landing one last one to my mouth.

Our kisses became longer and softer, signaling that though we were both eager to explore this new territory, exhaustion was running the show. We eventually slowed down to where Bucky’s face rested in the juncture where my neck met my shoulder while my head rested against his, one arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hand running through his hair. My lips laid featherlight kisses against his temple every few minutes, taking advantage of the fact that I could do so freely now. I could feel his hot breath hit my skin at such a leisurely pace that if it hadn’t have been for his metal thumb rubbing my waist every once in a while, I’d have thought he’d fallen asleep. Eventually, when my eyelids began to shut against my will, Bucky shifted on the couch to lay both of us down. I settled naturally on top of him, my head against his chest and a hand resting on each of his broad shoulders. Just when I thought in my drowsy haze that nothing could make the moment any more perfect, Bucky pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of my head and tightened his arms around my back, securing my body to his.

This was peace.

This was right.

This was what we deserved.

——

At the sound of hushed voices and grunts, my eyes slowly opened. I blinked a few times and made out the sight of my nephews, AJ throwing punches and Cass deflecting them with the shield that had laid in the hallway for days. After days spent witnessing some of the worst the world had to offer, this was the purity that I needed to see.

“Bucky…” I whispered, he inhaled sharply as he awoke with one arm slung over my waist and the other hung over the edge of the couch. I tapped his chest and pointed to my nephews, still oblivious to our presence.

“Hey,” Bucky called, his morning voice rougher than it was the rest of the day.

The boys jumped at the sound, Cass shoving the shield back in its case and him and AJ running as soon as it hit the ground with mischievous smiles on their faces. I laughed softly, looking up to see Bucky lazily smiling. I had the best view in the world, close enough to see the lines that drew his grin up, so different from the frowning ones I was so used to seeing. When he tilted his head down and our eyes met, his smile made no effort to lessen itself.

“Morning,” he said, bringing a hand up to stroke the top of my head.

“Morning,” I replied, shimmying up his body and taking hold of his cheeks, our lips meeting in early morning bliss, “We’re in deep shit.” “Why’s that?” he asked.

“The boys can’t keep a secret to save their lives,” I chuckled, “So you need to enjoy your last day alive because Sam is going to kill you.” Bucky wrinkled his nose as he laughed, “Thanks for the warning.” I dropped my head back to his chest, picking up one of his dog tags in my hand and reading his name pressed in the metal. I’d never been a big believer in fate, but as I rubbed a thumb over the necklace I was reminded that Bucky and I should have never met. He should have been long gone by now, Captain America’s childhood friend who met a tragic end before he could see the war won. He wasn’t supposed to be here, warming my body with his and pressing the sweetest kisses I’d ever known to my skin. Our being together defied time itself.

“Seeing them, the boys…” Bucky began, still stroking my hair, “I think I get what you and Sam were talking about back in Maryland.”

I rested my chin on his pec to see him, his gaze focused on the ceiling in deep thought. “Steve giving him the shield…It’s not the same at all.”

I shook my head, sadly, giving confirmation to his revelation. I didn’t begrudge him for not understanding right away, unless you were in Sam’s shoes you could only have so much of an understanding. The unrelenting way that Bucky had pushed him was what had caused me to call him out on several occasions. But if the week we’d had with our confrontation with the police, meeting Isaiah and coming to Delacroix had finally shown him the flaw in his thinking, I was glad. “I think you should talk to him,” I suggested. He scoffed, “I think I owe him a lot more than that.

“Well, he’s probably already out on the boat. And I,” I groaned as I sat up, straddling Bucky’s hips, “Promised the boys that I’d take them to school so we both need to get up.” Bucky made a similar sound as he swung his legs over the couch, pivoting my body so that we were in a similar position we’d been in in the middle of the night. He took my face in his hand and gave a kiss so long, I knew I’d feel the ghost of his lips until the next time I was able to feel the real thing. To think just hours before I’d been hellbent on convincing him that we couldn’t allow ourselves to act on our feelings. Here I was now struggling to let go of him to spend an hour apart at most.

The giggling on the other side of the wall broke the spell though.

Bucky and I broke apart with a shared smile. “See you in a bit,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest and pushing off of him to disappear around the corner.

After dressing for the day, I corralled the boys into my car. I could practically hear their predictable thoughts and feel their eyes boring into the back of my head as I shut my door. “There’s donuts with both your names on them if you promise not to tell Uncle Sam what you saw this morning.”

A resounding chorus of enthusiastic ‘okays’ reminded me that I was the best aunt in the world who made the worst parenting decisions.

——

By nothing short of a miracle, Bucky was still alive when I returned.

We worked on the boat with familiar stolen glances and secret smirks when Sam had his back turned. At some point Sarah kicked the two of them off the boat for attempting to repair the water pump, something she’d been repairing and Bucky and I were forced to separate. As the two men departed the dock, he turned around to catch one last look at me and flashed the smile I’d seen more of in the last twelve hours than I had all week.

“You wanna tell me what changed from last night?” Sarah’s voice broke me out of the daze I was in.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at that man with googly eyes all day,” she climbed aboard the boat, “You’re also lucky that our brother is clueless.”

I rolled my eyes and bumped my hip against hers, “Freakin’ mom vision, can’t get anything past you.” “I’m just glad you got out of your own way, he seems like a good guy,” Sarah smiled, “He’s also fine as hell, if you haven’t noticed. If you wouldn’t have gone for it, I might have.” Our loud laughter mixed together as I whacked her with the towel I’d been using to clean an oil stain off of the boat.

Later that day, after finishing helping my sister with a few repairs we could get done without interruptions from Sam and Bucky, I wandered to our backyard to behold a sight I never thought I’d see. Sam was throwing the shield around while Bucky stood beside him. I stopped at the side of the house to watch, the Vibranium bouncing off of training pads from our garage that were strapped to the tree. Since Sam had brought the shield home six months ago, I’d never seen him do more than pick it up and look at it every once in a while. He’d kept it stored away in his bedroom in its casing, AJ and Cass hadn’t even seen it until he’d left it in the hall after returning from Maryland. To see him wielding it now felt…right. He looked just as natural with it as Steve had. Bucky had made a 180 as well, he looked content watching Sam as he caught the shield in its return journey back to them. If I hadn’t watched them bicker like schoolchildren for the better portion of the week, I’d have mistaken them for friends. “Are you telling me that you two could’ve man-hugged it out back in that interrogation room?” I shouted as I watched them clasp hands and pull each other in, “Coulda spared yourselves a lot of discomfort.”

They both laughed and turned to face me, in an effort to save time as I made my way out to where they stood. “So what’s new?” I asked with a knowing smile, eyeing Sam as he held the shield at his side

“Absolutely nothing,” he replied, “And a little bit of everything.”

I chuckled before my eyes inevitably found Bucky’s, who was already waiting for me with an outstretched palm. “Can I talk to you a minute?” “Yeah,” I reached out and intwined our fingers. “Whoa! Wait, wait, wait,” Sam boomed, gesturing to our locked hands, “What the hell is this?”

“Something new,” I shrugged, looking up and matching Bucky’s smile.

Sam groaned in disgust, “You’ve been here twenty four hours, Barnes, you couldn’t’ve kept your hands off my sister? I-I can’t even look at this, it’s sickening, ugh…” he turned his back to us and began his walk back to the house, spinning around quickly and stuttering, “You know what? I-“ he closed his mouth and shook his head, “Uh-uh, nope, can’t do it.” Bucky and I both snorted as we watched him leave, voicing his displeasure to himself. I looked down and noticed the packed duffle bag that rested at Bucky’s feet, “I get the feeling there’s something you need to tell me?” He sighed, reaching blindly to weave his fingers with my other hand’s set. “There’s something I gotta go do. A couple somethings actually. I talked to Sam, or at least he talked to me,” one corner of his mouth quirked up, “This whole making amends thing, I haven’t been doing the greatest job of it. There’s too many names in that book that don’t have closure about what happened to someone they loved. If I stand a chance at putting what happened in the past, I gotta go ‘do the work’.”

I rubbed my thumb over his smooth metal knuckle, staring down at the space between us. “Yeah, you do,” I looked up at him, “Recovery sucks, there’s no sophisticated way of putting it. Sam and I have both seen the ugly side of it. But you owe it to yourself to work as hard as you can for your freedom, as difficult as it can be sometimes.” Bucky leaned down to press his forehead against mine. “If it hadn’t’ve been for you, I might not have believed that. I wanna get better for you too, to try and be the man you deserve.”

I hummed and bit down on my bottom lip, smiling widely. “So…you kinda like me.” “Yeah,” Bucky chuckled softly, “Just a little bit.”

The warmth I felt radiating through me, brought on by nothing more than a touch of our hands and a shared smile powered me in a way my energy never could. “Go,” I said after a few seconds of silence, “Do whatever you need to do. I think there’s some things here that I need to take care of myself.” Bucky pulled back to look my face over as if to commit every inch to his memory before holding the back of my head and pressing a kiss to my lips. Perhaps it was cruel that I had just gotten him and now had to let him go for an undetermined period of time. But his recovery meant more to me than any amount of heart pounding touches or earth shattering kisses he could give. If we ever had a shot of making it, we needed to go to our separate corners and heal.

I hesitantly broke away from his lips first, rubbing mine together after to memorize the taste he’d left. “If I don’t let you go now, I won’t be able to…” “It won’t be forever,” he shook his head, bumping his nose against mine, “Sam’s gonna call me if he gets a lead on Karli.” Rather than keep him longer with my insecurities about jumping back into hero work now knowing who my father had truly been, I decided that dealing with that was for my personal healing. I reached my arms up to wind around his neck, his finding their new home around my waist and for a split second in time, nothing else mattered. There was just me, Bucky and the future I hoped we had ahead of us. I memorized the feel of him, the rise and fall of his chest against mine, his soft hair between my fingers, the scratch of his stubble against my neck. I hadn’t had time to daydream about Bucky since recognizing my feelings for him but even if I had, they’d have never done the real thing near justice.

“Stay safe, Sergeant,” I said, pulling back to peck his lips one last time and releasing him from my hold.

Bucky picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, giving my hand one more squeeze and holding it as he started to walk backwards. Once we reached a point where the only way to keep the contact was to follow him, we let go with a brush of our fingers till I was only holding air. With a final shared look, he turned his back to me and started down the dirt path that would lead him from our corner of Louisiana to the rest of the world. In so many ways I felt as if we’d traveled back to 1943 when he’d shipped out for England. I was sending him off to another war, this time battling his own past. Above any other feeling I felt for Bucky, the one that topped the list was belief. I believed in him more than he believed in himself and I wanted that to change. He could do it and once he did, there was no telling just how happy we could be.

But I in turn had to deal with my own demons.

——

While I wish I could have said I had a plan like Bucky’s, I had no idea what the first step was to healing past what my father had done.

HYDRA wasn’t a topic that I could just plop down on a therapist’s couch and start discussing, there were only so many people I could talk to about it. I found myself wishing that Steve was still around, next to Bucky he was the world’s leading expert on how much damage the organization could do. Without a blueprint of how to begin mending my wounds, I was left to wallow in my own grief over the man I’d believed my dad to be. Sam, however, was on fire.

After him, Sarah and I had made the unanimous decision that the boat was too important to our family to part with, he had launched into the most intense training I’d ever seen him put himself through. He was both blowing me away and not surprising me at all with his dedication.

One morning, I came outside at his normal time to come home from his 6AM run with a cup of coffee for me and a Gatorade for him. On cue, he came jogging up the dirt path I’d watched Bucky leave on days ago.

“You’re inhuman,” I said, tossing him the drink as he approached, “I’m convinced of it.” “It’s nothin’ you couldn’t be doing,” he panted.

“Yeah, I can run with you or I can get up before sunrise. A combo deal is not gonna happen,” I chortled before taking a sip of my coffee.

Sam joined me and sat down beside me on our back porch, the view of the blue waters a perfect accent to the almost fully risen sun. “Look, I don’t wanna know any details but…you and Bucky?”

I smiled as I stared down into my mug, just the thought of him causing happiness to bloom in my chest. “It was kinda happening the whole time, it just took us a while to realize it.” Sam groaned, taking a long swig of his drink. “That’s all I need to know, as long as you both are happy and not too disgusting with each other,” he looked out the corner of his eyes at me, “I think I can live with it.” “Well, that’s mighty big of you,” I patted his sweaty shoulder, instantly regretting the decision and wiping my palm on my bathrobe, “That shield starting to feel like it’s yours?” Sam chuckled, “It doesn’t feel like it’s not mine anymore, it’s…weird. Talking with Isaiah was sobering and he’s allowed to be as bitter as he wants. The man’s earned to right to feel anything after what he’s been through. But,” he sighed, “I couldn’t let it go. All that pain and suffering, I can’t let it go to waste.” “You couldn’t not be a hero even if you tried,” I shook my head in amazement, beaming with pride at my brother, “I’m proud of you.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” he hit my knee with the back of his hand, “I’ve got Torres working on some things, hopefully we can figure out where Karli might be going next-“ I couldn’t lead both him and Bucky to believe I was seriously considering going back to the fight. “I’m gonna stop you right there,” I held up a hand, “When you find them, it’s gonna be just you and Bucky. I’m out.” He furrowed his brows and twisted to face me fully, “Why?” “I can’t be the hero I thought I could, not after what I found out. It would only be a matter of time till somebody looked me up and figured out who my father was, then what? Some ex-HYDRA member comes looking for me? The public loses trust in me to protect them? Your reputation gets damaged when they realize I’m your sister?” I dropped my head down to stare at my lap, “It’s a bad idea. HYDRA doesn’t breed heroes.”

A beat of silence was played before my brother gave his rebuttal. “Look at me,” I dragged my eyes away from my engrossing coffee to him, “I couldn’t give two shits what people think about you being my sister, cause you know what? They don’t know you. They don’t know what you’ve done to try and stop the Flag Smashers, how you saved my life in that warehouse or how you helped keep our family going for five years. They don’t know how stubborn and caring and how much of a hero you are without your powers,” he paused and smirked at me, “And they’re never gonna know that if you don’t show them. What your dad did was horrible, but you’re not the one that did it. If you didn’t let his secret hold you back from being with Bucky, why’re you letting it hold you back from something else you want? You don’t need to be proud of being his daughter, but you need to make peace with it.”

He was right, as if he could ever be anything other than. Sam was counseling me like a sister but also like one of the countless veterans he’d helped wracked with guilt. I didn’t know if I’d ever fully recover from the hurt that came with the revelation, but if I kept on going how I was, I’d be a complete hypocrite. If Bucky could face the victims of his crimes and confess to them, I should’ve been able to deal with my ghosts. All I’d ever wanted to do was help people, to use that mutated gene of mine to help right wrongs. To do that, I needed to do the work. “This is a far cry from a few days ago when you were ready to send me packing,” I retorted. “Well,” Sam chuckled, “You proved me wrong. Fighting with you by my side just felt right, made me wish you could’ve been there for ‘em all.”

The fact that I had shown him that I could keep up with him was astounding, I honestly didn’t think it would ever happen. But with his approval, I’d have to have been an idiot to walk away from it all.

“Good talk,” I smiled, patting his leg while taking one last sip of my coffee before handing it to him.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked.

“Making peace with it.”

——

The drive from Delacroix to New Orleans had always relaxed me. The disappearance of the deep bayous as the scenery slowly changed to city, the ever present cypress trees, the hour travel time always gave me time to think. Something I was thankful for today especially.

I parked my car outside my destination, making the long trek through the cemetery I’d visited every week as a child. My feet automatically as I passed the neat rows of above ground tombs until I reached where I needed to be.

Keeping a safe distance away, I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets and took a deep breath. “Hi,” I whispered, greeting my father’s tomb as if I expected it to speak back to me. “Um…I don’t know if you can hear me wherever you are but…there’s some things I need to talk to you about.” My eyes began to water, partially from the wind hitting my face but mostly from the tears that had been waiting to spring free. “Why’d you do it, Dad?” I whispered against the lump in my throat, “I don’t understand how you could ever have been a part of something so destructive. You were the last person I would have ever believed could have done something like this. You were my hero,” I looked down at the ground between us, “I never thought you’d end up being the villain.” I drew a shaky breath and continued, “I watched your guilt over your ‘time in the service’ tear you apart to a point where you thought death was the only way out so…I think it’s safe to assume you felt bad about what you’d done. I watched you every day try to be a good father to me and Mel, you didn’t succeed all the time but you did your best. I know you loved us…” “Somehow,” I dug the heel of my sneaker into my the dirt, “I’m trying to find it in me to forgive you, Dad. For the pain your secret’s brought me, for what your name could do to the rest of my life, for lying…But the one thing I don’t know how to forgive you for is what you did to Bucky,” the tears that I’d finally gotten under control threatened to start again, “Because Dad, he means the world to me and to know that you were behind that pain that’s running his life…It makes me want to hate you. And the saddest part is that I know you would have loved him if you’d ever gotten a chance to meet the real him.”

“The way I see it, I can’t undo the damage you did to the world,” my voice found its strength, “But what you did isn’t going to dictate what I do with my life. I’ve only ever wanted to do good, however I can, that’s what I’m going to do. I know that you wanted me to keep my powers hidden, probably because you didn’t want anyone to find me, but I can’t do that anymore. I can’t pay the price for your sins. So I’m gonna fight and I’m gonna try to rewrite our family’s legacy.”

“Anyway, that’s, uh, that’s all I wanted to say,” I took a slow step forward and placed a hand over the stone tomb, “I wish…I wish things would have turned out different.”

With one last gaze upon my father’s final resting place, I left the same way I’d come, for once not having to fake the confidence I was feeling.

——

“Oh, oh, it’s going…” I teased.

“Give it back!” Sam yelled! “It’s going!”

“Y/n!”

I levitated the shield further away from Sam and slid it across the ground into the boy’s soccer net, AJ and Cass chasing me as I did. I’d only just shown them that their aunt could make stuff fly and we were currently engaged in an intense game of keep away with Sam.

“AJ! Grab it!” I yelled, my nephew hurrying to the net and lifting the shield, stumbling a little as he took off running with it on his arm. I threw up a force field around Sam, who was gaining on him, “Oh no!” Sam was laughing the whole time as he tried to punch his way out of the bubble encasing him. “Go go go!” I cried, watching the boys run off with the shield into the house, dropping the field once they were inside.

“You’re the worst influence on them, you know that right?” Sam chuckled as we slowly made our way towards the front door.

“Hey, I don’t want them thinking their uncle’s the only cool one in the family,” I replied as we entered the house, pulling out my phone to check the notifications I’d feel vibrating in my back pocket. One was a news alert. “Sam.” “Huh?” I tossed him my phone and hurried through the house till I reached the television, flipping to the news to see the article come to life. The GRC was voting in New York on the Patch Act, a movement that would move twenty million refugees back to their home country.

“Shit,” I mumbled, feeling Sam’s presence behind me. His phone rang to announce a call. “It’s Torres,” he held out the phone and revealed the man’s face. “Sorry this took so long, spare you the technical details, but I finally got results for the scans you asked for and I think we’re onto something,” Torres explained as Sam and I went to look at his computer, displaying a map of Europe that lit up with bright red circles. “When we look back, all these pings, they’re from places just before the Flag Smashers hit. Clearly, they’re all over Europe. Earlier today, we got one from New York. Now, I can’t promise you they’re not using a VPN or masking their location, but…” I’d stopped listening after he’d said ‘New York,’ and turned my attention to the tv, every piece of the puzzle was coming together. Karli wouldn’t be physically able to hold herself back from interfering with the vote. “Great work, Joaquin,” Sam said, his eyes trained on the screen along with me, “We’ll take it from here,” he hung up the call and turned to me, “Time to get to work. Come with me.” He rose from his chair and led me to the coat closet nearest to the front door, opening it up to pull out a large silver case and handing it to me. “I don’t know what’s in it, Bucky just told me to hold onto it until the time came where you’d need it,” Sam stated, “I’m thinking that’s now.” Confusedly, I carried it out and up to my bedroom, placing it on my mattress and trying to figure out how to open it. There was no keyhole, only a bar that hosted a red screen. My finger brushed over it, the action turning it blue and the case automatically released an air lock I didn’t know it had. Waiting a few seconds to make sure nothing popped out, I carefully opened the box to see something I couldn’t have predicted in a million years. Resting on top of the surprise was a note on the nicest stationary I’d ever seen…

You may be able to kick my ass, but I’m never gonna stop trying to protect you.

- Bucky

I breathed a soft laugh, holding the paper in my hand and imagining Bucky hunched over a table, writing the words that were now lodged in my heart. “Sam,” I called out, leaving the case open and rushing across the hall to my brother’s room, “Sam, it’s-“ All words disappeared and all thoughts halted at the sight of him opening up his own case, I didn’t need to see its contents to make an educated guess at what was inside of it. There were a dozen emotions playing out on Sam’s face, wonder, apprehension, excitement, shock…Every one of them valid but none of them coming close to the amount of pure determination in his eyes.

I watched from the doorway, smiling, “Ready when you are, Cap.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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The Pack: Heated Petals

Summary- 2.7k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Steve is finishing up a project and was planning on taking you out but things get side tracked and turns out you two are not leaving for a while.

Warnings- Smut, Female receiving Oral. 18+ readers only please.

Written for @imanuglywombat “Is that even a sex position” weekly challenge. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

“Weekend plans?” Sam asked Steve while they waited for the logs to be unloaded from the back of the truck to be sent into the mill to be filed down and then Steve could arrange to have them shipped out to buyers. It had been a busy week, both the Alpha and Steve feeling like they neglected you in that time. Early days and late nights had him giving you a chaste kiss while out the door and quick bouts of sex late in the night before you curled up to him to sleep.

No, he had to make it right. “I’m thinking about a weekend away, take Little One to a nice dinner, maybe go into the city and get a suite for us for the weekend.” Steve checked the time, anxious to get finished so he could do just that, he never was able to take you out on a date or a trip anywhere just for the two of you. “Peak foliage season right now, I think she would enjoy all of it.” The Alpha agreed with Steve, thumps of his tail marking his approval.

“Sounds good, Sara is gonna catch a hint of that and be wanting to do the same.” Sam grinned while the last log got unloaded. “Think I might just steal your idea.”

Steve dug for his keys now that they could head back. “Do it Man, I'm not one to stand in the way of love.” Sam rolled his eyes at the Pack Leader, Steve flashing him a grin as he hauled himself back into the truck.

You woke up knowing what was going to happen. Your thighs kept clenching together for the relieving pressure it would put on your pussy that started to ache. Not even playing with yourself in the shower had helped relieve it till Steve could get home. Growling in the hot water as you leaned your forehead against the coolness of the shower tile, willing yourself to just calm down. Your Alpha would be home soon.

The Little Wolf whimpered, her ears flattening against her skull in discomfort. <Call him maybe?>

I can’t, it's still early and he has been busting his ass to get this last order done. He's stressed out enough as it is. You countered with the Little Wolf, who although miserable with want, agreed that you were right.

You both were stronger then the heat, you could get through today.

Just as a precaution, you messaged Sara cancelling your typical coffee date. She didn't ask why, it was thankfully an unspoken understanding between shifters what was going on. Then you paced, back and forth through the cabin, out onto the deck and down to the dock, trying to let the cool fall air ease you to relax.

If anything it all made you more on edge. Your gut clenching, and your thighs sticky while your pussy throbbed with what felt like every beat of your heart. Throb Throb Throb.

You clenched your fists and pressed them against the top of your quivering thighs, whispering out “Son of a bitch.” To the only thing around you, the still lake water that seemed so calm, the complete opposite to the Little Wolf crying for her mate inside.

He will be home soon, I know it. It's Friday. He always cuts the crew loose on Friday. You reasoned, probably more for your sanity then anything, but you could feel the Little Wolf try to settle down with that knowledge. It was then you heard the heavy machinery of the crew's gear rambling down the dirt road leading to the compound and you turned on your toes, head tilted listening for one in particular. The one Steve always took up the mountain.

The distinct rattle of exhaust sounded and you broke into a sprint back along the dock and up the stairs. Buzzing through the house, you sprang onto the porch, tilting your nose up to inhale deeply, searching for him. Tangles of scents hit you.

Motor Oil, the trees lining the compound, the cool musty lake, other pack members. None of them were your Alphas heavy calming scent of pine forest and iron, a soothing balm to your soul as well as gasoline to the embers of your hormones driving you mad.

But it didn't take long for you to locate it, swarming your senses to cloud your mind of rational thought. Steve was in the garage, with a few other stragglers. He always stayed behind to make sure the equipment was put away correctly, a man was only able to work as good as the tools provided for him.

You skipped down the steps and sprinted again, right now you needed one thing and one thing only. You needed Steve.

Steve was just wiping his hands on a rag, biding the others a good weekend when his back stiffened. It was so distinct, the flooding of honeysuckle that had long ago became a pleasure scent for him, the one that was all you. Steve wasn't the only one to sense it, the other shifters still in the garage pausing to look warily back at the Alpha. Steve’s hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and the Alpha immediately raised from his slumber in the back of his mind. The Wolf’s hackles raised seeing so many between him and the Little One, his Little One who was just in heat and it made Steve’s mouth water and cock ache just catching the faintest whiff of you. But you were growing stronger, just outside of the garage door, and the Wolf started pressing for control of Steve, ready to rip through his lingering pack mates to get to you. Steve did what he could to keep the beast in control. “Get out” He growled deeply, challenging any to oppose him.

Then you stepped in the doorway and that growl in Steve’s chest turned more threatening, short of a snarl. “Little One, come over here.” Demanded while his nostrils kept flaring, scenting you and you pushed through the packmates who were making a hasty retreat. It was dangerous to get between an Alpha and his mate in heat. Steve never broke eye contact with you, using you making your way towards him as his lifeline to keep in control. The Alpha visibly started shaking in restraint when you would accidentally brush against another on your way to him. The moment you reached him, the garage door slammed shut to the pair, leaving them alone.

Steve immediately circled your waist with his hands and picked you up to perch on a nearby pickup truck's hood. Pressing his face into the top of your thighs, pressing in against the juncture of them, inhaling the addictive scent that had turned him completely feral in the moment.

Your fingers pressed into his hair and pressed him in closer as he inhaled against your heat, your hips rolling into his face with a whine. “I really need you Alpha.”

He bit the top of your thigh lightly before moving back to start working your pants open while you leaned back on your elbows, tilting your head back to try and breath through the next wave of arousal scorching you now that your Mate was close. Your panties and jeans were starting to stick to your skin, and felt so constricting. Your legs kicked out as he started to pull them down.

“Fuck Little One, why didn’t you call me to come home? There was no need for you to suffer like this.” He growled in a reprimand as he tugged your pants off and you lifted your head guilty while his hands braced along the inside of your thighs and spread them apart to groan at the sight of slick covered petals, swollen in need for him. His cock so fucking hard in his jeans, raging with desire to sink into your heat and knot you while filling you full of cum. But this wasn’t about him.

You rocked a bit under his gaze, which Steve didn't try to hide the fact that he was staring right in your most intimate spot that was weeping for him, ready to feel your Alpha claim you in every which way. “Because I didn't want to bother you while you were so busy.”

His eyes snapped up and he stepped in closer, his fingers digging into your thighs. “I thought we went over this, when you go into heat, you're my focus. Fuck everything else.” Harsh kisses started at your ankle and moved up as he lifted a leg to lope over his shoulder, his tongue dragging through the slick on your inner most part of your thigh, but he yet didn't touch your sensitive folds and that made you whine sharply in protest at how he bypassed it.

“We did-” You panted as your heel pressed into his upper shoulder blade, the cool air washing over your heated core making you shiver. Steve repeated the action with kissing your ankle and then biting in your calf sharp enough to leave his teeth imprint, cutting you off.

“Next time Little One, you won’t wait, correct?” Dragging his tongue back up your inner thigh and resting his chin against the top of your mound, arched brows waiting for you to confirm.

The Little Wolf huffed in frustration at you holding out from answering him right away, snapping at you while Steve nudged his nose through the tufts of pubic hair, also holding out on you till you growled out.

“Yes Alpha, Yes. Please now?” You lifted your hips to have him touch you where you most wanted and strong hands were quick to grasp your ass cheeks, keeping you raised up near his mouth. “Even the Little Wolf is scolding me now.” You huffed and he chuckled as now he let the tip of his nose follow your slit, dragging your scent in like he could drown himself in it.

“Cause she has common sense.” He teased, when he buried his mouth into your folds, dragging through the slick folds and sucking those sensitive petals into his mouth. You tensed at the sensation of Steve feasting on you. He never was subtle about how much he enjoyed you sprawled open like this for him. Groans and growls following thick hard laps of his tongue, pressing his face harder into sensitive flesh till you swore he imprinted himself into you.

Slick mess coated his chin as he spread your petals apart to your weeping channel tightening with the sensations of the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles around, dipping into tease the walls before leaving you wanting more while he turned attention to your clit.

Your sensitive little clit that he tugged between teeth that made you squeal and try to rock into him, scratching a bit at the truck's hood with a screech through the old paint job. “Steve! Fuck Alpha.” You yelped at him and he shook his head to stimulate you more while glancing up at you heatedly.

“This pussy is mine Little One, I'm going to enjoy my meal.” He sucked the top of your mound into his mouth, his tongue putting pressure against your swollen bud till you were rocking to grind into his face, his hands helping you move back and forth. Now you gushed around him, coats of arousal catching in his beard, glistening while he rubbed his chin against your thigh with a scratchy brush against soft skin, turning it red. Rubbing his scent into you as well as marking you.

Plump handfuls of your flesh in his hands made him strengthen his grasp on you, digging in harshly while you tried to make your own rocky demands. It would be some time till those fingertip bruises left your flesh, just as his sharp bites to your inner thighs or the beard burn your folds were taking. He was heady with intoxication on your honeysuckle arousal. Warm and enticing, he could keep buried in your pussy just because you were so good to him, slurping up your addicting juices with demanding lips and tongue, your quivering flesh captured in his teeth and he suckled on you. Loud growls overtook the wet sound of him feasting on your pussy, and in no time you started thrashing in your orgasm, bangs of your body on the unforgiving metal of the truck hood.

He lifted for air, your body heaving as you tried to catch air and your head tilted back while you let the satisfaction of your orgasm wash over you for a few moments of relief with that first orgasm. Steve massaged his hands against your ass while your trembling thighs fell off his shoulders to drape over the edge of the hood. He pulled you open for him once more and the cold air once more made your sweat streaked body goosebump. Steve eased your hips to rest on the edge of the pickups hood, you let your sticky back rest down, running your hands up and down your still clenching body, riding out the last of your orgasm as you heard a zipper drop and buckle open.

Closing your eyes while you hummed happily, you could already feel the coil spiral in your lower belly, but knowing your Alpha was just about to knot you kept you from getting too impatient. Steve leaned over you while grasping your hips to pull you to the edge. Your legs wrapped around his hips while you reached up to grasp his biceps, to pull yourself up to sit.

“Mmhh, hold on Little One.” Steve warned before pressing his erection into you. There was no easing in, stretching you open, he just forced himself hilt deep and you revealed in the way it burned with a hiss escaping you, his ruts deep and demanding while you did just as he told you. Digging into his straining biceps and tightening around his hips that rocked upwards to continue railing you, ready to knot your weeping pussy when you came for him again.

It wouldn't be long, so sensitive after he ate you out. Your head dropped to his shoulders while he grunted against your ear, bouncing you off him and the truck's hood while he pulled you up and down his cock.

“So fucking good Little One.” He bit your neck sharply while mummering the words, muffling his noises while he angled himself. Reaching between your bodies, he thrummed your clit expertly, causing your flutters to start clenching his pounding cock, until you shuddered around him, coming again while giving a cry into his shoulder, loosening your hold a bit tiredly and letting your body just go slack. But he didn't let you sink back, he crushed you tighter to his chest, his thrusts staggering with utmost goal in mind and when he painted your channel for the first time, the knot followed to keep his seed deep in you, small thrusts pushing him deeper till he stalled with a moan, licking where he bit you harshly to clean any blood dotting the mark before pulling back. His hold loosens a bit to rub up and down your back.

You to lift your head, purring while you pressed your lips to his, nuzzling your nose against his before brushing your face against his in a affectionate way, your hands sliding from where you grasped his biceps to smooth along his chest, lifting and lowering under his palm where he was breathing heavily.

“Can I ride you next?” You asked heatedly, your mind still lust filled with desire to have him fill you with his seed again. Rubbing your body against his while moaning at the way his knot kept you stretched and stuffed with him. “We could probably sneak back home now.”

Steve growled, placing nipping kisses along your face and then sucking on your neck. “Why do we have to go back home? Little One, that is exactly what truck beds are made for.” Circling his arms under your thighs and ass, he lifted you off the hood while you were still full of him, making you squeak in shock at the movement and tightening your legs around his waist to keep you in place while he carried you around to the back, making you giggle excitedly as he set you down on the edge, easing from you now that his knot loosened. You moved to crawl into the truck bed, him following along right behind you with grabbing hands and flipped to his back, pulling your thighs to straddle him. Instead of easing you down though, Steve pulled you up towards his face, licking his lips.

“But you can only ride my cock after your ride my face Little One.”

#the pack #alpha steve rogers #heated petals #amber writes #sweater writes #shifter #alpha steve rogers x little one #alpha steve rogers x you #steve rogers au #wolf steve rogers

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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HELLO i’m back and i’m bringing some more concepts (sorry in advance if i repeat some btw 😭)

- ok so like imagine if yall went to a concert and like he would be DANCING SO HARD and u would basically whisper-shout bc it’s loud (lol) what the artist/band is doing on stage to him… he would be so grateful for that ????

- omg also can we PLS imagine him as a dad to be trying his veryyyy best to build a crib and like help decorate the room??? trips to ikea!!! and harry feeling material on blankets to see which is best for his bubba!

- speaking to dad to be harry… HIM AT A ULTRASOUND appointment!!!! y/n would count all the babies toes for him!!!!!!! and he would so sob when he finds out the gender 🥰 and would be holding ur hand so hand bc he’s so lucky ????

- ok wait this is a but random but i can imagine him being a best man one day for like his best friends wedding and you would whisper in his ear that he looked beautiful ( him with his suit and colourful tie HE picked out 🥲) and he would blush like crazy… also would defo dance with you all dance night… conga? yeah. chicken dance thing? he’s doing that for an hour straight… and hearing ur laugh?? hes DEAD.

- alsooooo night routines would be so cuteee!! he can hear you taking ur makeup off and would go to the counter of ur bathroom and sleepily ask if you could do his moisturiser or something… or he would sit on the counter and wait for you, ask abt ur day, would get some snacks for ur night movie or something. but random but hey ho!

- small dates are a must btw!!! walk on the pier? yup! just harry feeling the wind on this face makes him so happy! and he doesn’t feel self conscious around you or anything… and if someone gave him a funny look you would be SO close to punching them in the damnnn face!! he’s very lucky to have u lol

sorry if these are bad! it’s evening in the uk so i’m tired lol. watch me come back tomorrow 💞 have a lovely day and hope u like these lol!!!!!! xxx

NO THESE ARE SO GOOD OH MY GOD

I NEED TO TAKE A WHILE TO RESPOND TO ALL OF THEM AND WRITE A GOOD CHUNK FOR ALL OF THEM SO I WILL EDIT THIS LATER AND TAG YOU ONCE I RESPOND TO IT ALLLLL!!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺

Okay they are done babyyyy @sunflowerstyles-6

Concert:

“oh my god, Harry he just fell!” Y/n giggles, watching the concert they caught at last minute. They didn’t even really know the band but they have heard a few songs and the band wasn’t very well known so pit tickets were pretty cheap. “What?!” Harry asks, stilling his dance moves and snapping his head toward his girlfriend. Y/n laughs loudly, “He almost fell off of the stage!” Y/n giggles, clinging to Harry. “Is he okay?!”

y/n nods, kissing harrys cheek. “Keep on dancing, baby! I want to get some videos of you!” Y/n yells over the music, pulling away from his and stepping back to take videos of his crazy head banging and jumping.

Building a crib:

“Honey, it’s okay. I can get someone else to build it.” Y/n says, rubbing her eight month bump while standing in the nursery that belongs to their second baby. “Hush, lovie. I’ve got this. Just let me take my time.” He says, growing frustrated with his pregnant wife but he still kept a smile on his face while talking to her.

“Okayyy, I’m going to watch ******. Yell for me if you need us.” She says, letting her man do what he needed to do.

Soon enough Harry yells her name, Y/n was selling up the stairs with their first born. She smiles while she leans against the door frame, breathless from hauling her big belly up the stairs. “You did it, baby.” She smiles, patting his cheek. “So proud of you.”

Yeah… you guys don’t get to know the name until a blurb comes out 😎 me also using they/ them pronouns so you don’t know the gender yet HAHAHAH

Ultrasound:

“Bubby, stay on my lap.” Harry whispers to his baby, hugging them while their mummy gets an ultrasound. “Okay… one second and I’ll be able to tell you the sex!” The woman standing in pink scrubs smiles, rubbing the wand over Y/n’s swollen belly.

“Okay, you’ve got a (YOU WISH YOU KNEW HAHAHAHA) in your belly!” The kind lady announces with a warm, excited smile on her face. Y/n jaw drop while Harry and ****** squeal. “ANOTHER?” Y/n cries, making Harry giggle. “Hush, you are gonna love it, baby.”

Best man:

“Don’t be nervous, silly.” Y/n giggles to her fiancé while she fixes his bow tie. They were at Harry’s best friends wedding. Mitch and Sarah had gotten engaged just a couple months before Harry and Y/n had, Harry now being his best man and Mitch going to their wedding as harrys best man.

“Hush it! I’ve got to walk in-front of all of those people.” Harry whisper yells, pointing to the door where people are slowly trickling in behind.

“Baby.” Y/n says, grabbing his face and looking straight into his eyes- he can instantly senses the eye contact and it makes his cheeks burn. “You look fucking beautiful. You are a dream. After the ceremony is over we are gonna go dance out asses off, and have the time of our lives. You aren’t Gonna have a worry in your mind so don’t get worked up now.” She says, hushing him with a firm kiss to his lips before he can even speak. “Thank you,” he cups her jaw. “I needed that.”

Soon enough Harry is screaming at the top of his lungs while doing the cha-cha slide- his suit jacket slipped off and shirt almost completely unbuttoned.

Night routine:

“Are y’ taking off your makeup, beautiful?” Harry asks from the bed, his voice tired and croaky. Y/n nods from the sink in the bathroom- “yup!” Harry groans, rubbing over his face. “Come take mine off, beauty.”

Y/n laughs at her husband, rolling her eyes while she pats her face dry with a towel. “Baby, you don’t wear makeup!” She yells back, stepping into the door way between their bathroom and bedroom. “Yeah but… come make me pretty. Wanna talk to you.” Y/n rolls her eyes but grabs a sheet mask and other things to doll up her husband nonetheless.

“You don’t need this, you’re pretty enough.” She says, swinging a leg over him and straddling his hips while he relaxes his head down into his pillow while she slides the slimy mask onto his face. “Yeah, yeah. How was your day?”

“It was fine, ****** was a little crazy today, but they went down so good for me during nap time.” Y/n hums. Harry smiles, “good.”

“How the company going?” Y/n giggles on-top of her husband, watching him lips form back into a smile. “It was good, sales are still going up!”

“Was it a good day?”

“Never when I’m away from you.”

Small date- at the fair!:

“No, H, come on! Give me a pretty face.” Y/n giggles, trying to take a Polaroid of him while he makes silly faces, pulling at his cheeks and lips to make himself look crazy. “Okay, okay, I swear. This one I will smile.” Harry makes a pretty face, closing his eyes while he smiles, pulling up his shoulders shyly while he does it. “Awe, you are so pretty.” Y/n coos at her fiancé,. Pulling up the camera to her eye.

As soon as the photo is shot harry is switching poses and shoving his corn dog into his mouth like a mad man. “Damn it Harry!” Y/n yells at her fiancé, making her erupt into giggles, almost making himself fall on the ground.

OKAYYY THATS ALL I HAVE :)

I realized that I spoiled that part about Harry eventually starting his own company… at least you don’t know what the company is 😭

#ask #blind!harry #blind!harry concept #my love 😩

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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A Friend of Yours - pt. 2

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: reader meets up with Bucky, Sam and Zemo to figure out this Flag Smasher drama

word count: 6386

warnings: canon lvl violence? SPOILERS FOR TFATWS, (it’s the episodes with yn in it, like rlly) language throughout the whole thing, i think that’s it.

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this guys. there is a part three that has WAY more Bucky x YN content that’ll be posted in a few days <3 i hope y’all love this!!

i just want to remind y’all that this started out as a request from @dramaticwittch it won’t let me tag you for some reasons babes :((

be sure to read A Friend of Yours - pt 1

A Friend of Yours - pt. 3 is up too!!!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

check out my other writing here!

xoxo ray <3

You had the same contacts as Sharon, so finding the Three Musketeers was no problem. It baffled you that Sharon had access to satellites. Makes you wonder what she was doing during those five years you were gone. When you got to their safehouse, you were impressed to say the least. It was nice, cute little pillars next to the dining area, some couches, just enough to make it livable. One thing that struck you as strange was that it was also empty, they weren’t there.

“Fuck it.” You dropped your bag onto the dining table and walked over to the kitchen area. You opened several cabinets, searching for alcohol that you could drown your frustrations in. You found an unopened wine bottle, releasing a little cheer, you popped the cork and brought the bottle to your nose. A sweet plum scent invaded your senses, grabbing a glass and pouring it full for yourself before re-corking the bottle. You grasped the cup walking to the stained glass windows on the opposite side of the room. You could hear footsteps approaching the doorway, then the door being forced open. Muffled conversations were taking place during their entrance.

“Well, I got nothin’. No one’s talkin’ about Donya.” Bucky said as he waltzed into the room. Sam followed closely behind him, Zemo immediately going to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Karli’s the only one who’s fighting for them.” You said, startling the pair of men who were now lounging on the couches. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this?” You dropped next to Bucky, offering him a sip of your plum flavored wine.

“She’s not wrong.” Bucky shot Sam a look, questioning his thought process. “Look, for five years these people were welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbed wire. There were houses and jobs.” Sam sighed, “Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild.” You stopped listening halfway through Sam’s speech, thinking of Sharon. You only refocused when Bucky placed his metal hand on your knee, giving you a look, asking if you were okay.

“That little girl. What’d she tell you?” Bucky asked after you nodded at him. His face never left yours, until Zemo approached the three of you on the couch. He was holding a tray with a clear teapot and cups. He placed it on the coffee table, stepping back and clutching a cup for himself.

“The funeral is this afternoon.” Zemo was always one for the dramatics, so you’re sure that he had something else up his sleeve. Bucky squeezed your knee and you knew he was trying to calm himself.

“You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking.”

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli.” He made a noise of acknowledgement, “I prefer to keep my leverage.” Bucky hauled himself off the couch to stand in front of the Baron. You gaze flicked to Sam’s, unsure of what Bucky was going to do. Bucky puffed his chest out, clenching his jaw as he gripped Zemo’s teacup and chunked it at the concrete wall behind him. Zemo flinched as Bucky began talking to him.

“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” Sam stood quickly, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated.

“Take it easy, Buck. Don’t engage him.” You were taking a drink of your wine, as you observed Zemo’s actions.

“Watch out, he’s going to extort you and do that idiotic head tilt thing.” Zemo’s eyes darted to your figure on the couch as he straightened his head. Sam left to make a call, you assumed Sharon and Bucky followed closely behind him. Zemo offered you cherry blossom tea to which you declined by holding up your wine glass. As Bucky left the room, the Baron released a sigh of relief causing you to laugh at his actions.

“You’re really scared of him, aren’t you?” You teased the man who was now glaring at you.

“If you have made him as angry as I have then you would be too.” You shrugged your agreement. You hadn’t made Bucky mad, and you definitely hadn’t been a part of reactivating him as the Winter Soldier to reach your goals.

“Yeah, well you’re a dumbass, so.” You got up and walked to where Bucky and Sam were gathered. Sam’s phone was still pressed to his ear, but you could tell you were catching the tail-end of his conversation. You could hear Sharon’s voice over the phone talking about the Power Broker. In all your years of living and conducting business in Madripoor, you never tangled with the Power Broker. That didn’t mean anything, it was just suspicious because of how successful your operation with Sharon was.

“What’s the plan?” You asked, dumping the rest of your wine in the sink, casting a glance at an appalled Zemo. “It was shit wine.”

“Zemo has a contact that can show us where the funeral is, and that’s all we got.” You nodded before looking at Bucky and Sam.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

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You were walking down the cobblestone roadway with the Three Musketeers when a voice shouted at you from the stairway before you. “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!” A scruffy looking man approached you. Both him and his partner were clad in tactical gear, the scruffy one’s resembling a Walmart version of Steve’s Cap suit. Bucky spread his arms out.

“How’d you find us now?” The man’s partner responded to Bucky with equal annoyance.

“Come on, man. You really think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” As he got closer you could read Hoskins on his vest.

“No more keeping us in the dark.” Scruff said before anyone else could fire back. He stopped walking in front of Zemo, effectively stopping your forward motion. “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.” You were walking just behind Bucky to his right and you watched him cock his head back, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone.

“He did that himself, technically.” Scruff’s face contorted as Bucky talked.

“This better be an unbelievable explana--” Scruff’s voice was cut off by Sam’s hand bumping into his chest.

“Hey, take it easy before it gets weird.” Zemo began talking over the group around him, explaining what was going on. You remained quiet, observing the interaction between Scruff and the Three Musketeers. Clearly, the Three Musketeers did not like him and so you assumed he was the ‘new Cap,’ whatever that means. The group began walking again with Zemo leading the pack.

“Alright good, we’ll move in fast. Take her by surprise.”

“No, I wanna talk to her alone.”

“I’m not losing her again.” Scruff was insistent but so was Sam.

“Look, the person closest to her just died, she’s vulnerable.” The group had stopped walking again, focusing on the conversation. You could see the wheels turning in Hoskin’s head as Sam spoke. Scruff was not having any part of what Sam was suggesting.

“What? No. Wait, no! No. Stop. Hold on. Stop, okay?” Scruff ran ahead in front of the others, stopping the forward motion, once again. “I think we’re way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.” This was news to you, deciding to stay offline in hopes of remaining under the radar. The back and forth continued until Scruff turned to Bucky.

“You gonna let him do this?” Bucky tilted his head at the man. “Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?”

“He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner.” You knew Bucky was referring to himself in Winter Soldier mode. Your heart hurt for him to have to go through this again with some clueless nobody.

“And last I checked, he’s a grown ass man who makes his own decisions, Scruff.” Your arms crossed over your chest. This had been the first time you spoke since Scruff and Hoskin’s had arrived.

“Who the hell is this?” Scruff pointed at you. “You break her out of prison too?” Sam interjected before you could sass back.

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse.” Scruff’s gaze hadn’t left your face. He continued staring at you as he countered Sam’s claim.

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea.” Hoskin’s hand came up to rest on Scruff’s shoulder.

“Wait, John. If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try.” Scruff was not happy with Hoskin's agreement to the situation. Scruff said something to Zemo, who mostly ignored him, acknowledging the little girl waiting under an archway. The group began moving toward her and you focused on Bucky.

“Hey, you okay?” He just nodded at you, denying you the pleasure of a verbal response. You’ll take what you can get. Bringing up the rear of the group, you entered the factory type building last. The little girl pointed up some stairs, and Zemo translated. Sam walked up behind the girl, making him way up the stairs as Scruff handcuffed Zemo to a metal contraption.

“You got ten minutes. Then we’re doing things my way.” Scruff yelled after Sam, who darted his eyes at you and Bucky, a silent instruction to the both of you. Scruff rested his weight against a table, holding Steve’s shield in front of him. His breathing became increasingly worrisome, an ode to how stable he was in the moment.

“You aren’t looking so hot over there, Scruff.” Bucky shot you a warning look, but it didn’t deter you. “The government is really harping on you to get this shit contained, aren’t they?” Scruff pushed off the table, bringing the shield around his back. You were leaning against a pillar near Zemo and Scruff made his way over to you. His face was about six inches from yours as he spoke.

“Do you know who I am?” He was trying to intimidate you, which clearly wasn’t working.

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Scruff’s eyes darted over your frame, a look of recognition washing over his features.

“I know who you are.” He glanced at the clock across the room before looking back at you. “I could arrest you right now. Enemy of the State, standing before me right here.”

“We’re not in that state, dumbass. Technically, you don’t have jurisdiction.” The corner of your mouth raised in a smirk as Bucky called your name. You pushed off the pillar behind you to stand next to Bucky, who was leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“Don’t antagonize him, Y/N.” Bucky berated you, to which you shrugged a shoulder. Scruff began pacing back and forth, frustration getting the better of him.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Hoskin’s tried to calm Scruff down.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.” He shot a look at Hoskins, then the clock, then Bucky, making a decision in his head. “I’m goin’ in.” Bucky rose to his full height, not allowing Scruff to get by him. “This is all really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins.” You watched Bucky’s jaw clench, you could see the anger bottling up. “Barnes, your partner needs backup in there.” Bucky was an immovable fortress of solitude. “Do you really want his blood on your hands?” Oh shit.

You watched as Bucky’s resolve faded, allowing Scruff to step around him. Bucky was tired of being the cause of other people’s deaths. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust that Sam could take care of himself, he just didn’t want the burden any longer. He was finally free of being a murder machine, finally able to rinse his hands clean. Scruff knew just which buttons to push to get what he wanted.

Scruff busted into the memorial site, guns blazing. You trailed behind Bucky who was fighting against Hoskin’s to try to reach Scruff. Karli and Sam were previously engaged in peaceful conversation, until Scruff announced that Karli was under arrest. Betrayal laced her features as she looked at Sam, defending herself against Scruff advances. She threw Scruff’s weight into Sam, launching them both into the table behind. Bucky took off after her, chasing her through the halls. You crouched next to Sam, making sure he was okay.

Sam recovered quickly, racing down a different corridor leading to another stairway. You followed close behind, allowing Sam to attempt to navigate the area around you. The two of you eventually went down enough of the wrong corridors, that you met up with an equally confused Bucky. You head perked up at the sound of gunshots somewhere in the building. Not sure who the culprit was you turned to Bucky and Sam, who looked just as panicked.

The three of you retraced your steps to find Scruff standing over a knocked-out Zemo with crushed vials wetting the floor. Scruff tossed a glance back at Hoskins and then one to the three of you on the staircase landing. “What did we miss?” Sam directed his question at Scruff, who didn’t dignify him with an answer. Scruff nodded to Hoskins before walking away from the rest of you.

“Thanks for your help, asshole!” You shouted after him.

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Hauling Zemo’s deadweight back to the safehouse was a job that you and Sam decided Bucky was fit for, being a super soldier and all. Through much complaining and whining on Bucky’s part, he did get him to the safehouse relatively injury free, dumping his body on the couch, jostling Zemo just enough to wake him up. Bucky promptly left the apartment after dropping Zemo off, going to clear his head was the explanation you got as he left.

You huffed, discontent with everything that was going on. You walked to the kitchen, wetting a rag and tossing it at Zemo. “For your head, cover your eyes, it’ll help.” You then popped a few cubes of ice in a glass and poured whiskey over it, handing it to Zemo as well, tapping your temple at him. You went back to the kitchen, jumping onto the counter, letting your legs dangle over the edge. Sam had pulled out a laptop and was typing furiously.

“Were you ever offered it?” You knew Zemo wasn’t talking to you, but to Sam, who hadn’t looked up from the laptop screen. You zoned out of their conversation, trying to decide what Sam was sending Sharon now. “Sam, you can’t hold out hope for Karli.” This made Sam pause and turn to face Zemo, who continued talking. “No matter what you saw in her, she’s gone. And we cannot allow that she and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods amongst real people.” Zemo removed the rag from his eyes, locking gazes with Sam. “Super Soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

“Isn’t that how god’s talk?” You interjected, then you asked quietly, “And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?” It was a valid concern. “Blood isn’t always the solution.” Bucky waltzed into the apartment, stripping his jacket from his shoulders, giving a perfect view of his two contrasting arms.

“Something’s not right about Walker.”

“You don’t say.” Sam quipped, closing his laptop and facing Bucky.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Shouldn’t have given him the shield.” Bucky jabbed at Sam, sticking to his guns on this.

“I didn’t give him the shield.” Sam was exasperated in his delivery.

“Well, Steve definitely didn’t.” You turned to Bucky.

“Hey. Back off, Buck.” Bucky was going to say something in reply when the door burst open again. In walked Scruff and Hoskins, all gung-ho about something.

“Alright. That’s it. Let’s go.” He pointed a finger at a now standing Zemo. The whole room began shifting, Sam in front of Scruff, Zemo to the side out of direct view, and Bucky to your other side, glass in hand. “I’m now ordering you to turn him over.” Sam stopped before Scruff, annoyed.

“Let’s be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth.” You added from your spot on the countertop. Scruff pointed his finger at you.

“And I’m taking her too.” Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking Scruff’s view of you. You placed your hand on his left shoulder, letting him know you were still there.

“I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today. We’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s comin’ next.” Scruff puffed out his chest, attempting to intimidate Sam.

“How do you want this conversation to go Sam, huh?” He stepped back slightly, “Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?” Taking on a condescending tone with Sam, making your brows raise. Suddenly a spear lodged itself in the pillar next to Scruff’s face, all eyes darted towards the woman across the room. Two more warriors walked in, holding spears by their sides and Bucky looked resigned. This was new territory for you, who the fuck are these people? One of the women stepped forward near Scruff. She spoke at Bucky in a language that sounded vaguely familiar to you.

“Release him to us now.” Scruff ignored her instruction, deciding to step towards her, holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Hi. John Walker. Captain America.” You scoffed loudly.

“No, you’re not!” You received a look from Sam at your comment.

“Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk through this, huh?” Sam stepped forward, warning Scruff against tangling with the Dora Milaje.

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.”

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” Your hand balled into a fist, quickly covering your mouth.

“That’s a burn, Scruff!” You yelled like the little shit you are.

“Y/N! Cut it out.” Sam snapped. Scruff, for some reason, thought it was a good idea to place hands on the Dora he was speaking to. She quickly brought her spear up to force his hand off her shoulder, then bringing it downward into the back of his knee and finally bouncing it off of the front of his helmet. She launched her foot into his chest while he was dazed, sending him backward into the spear behind him and face planting on the ground below. Scruff recovered quickly, sliding his arm into the straps of the shield to protect himself from the spear coming at his body.

The three warriors began fighting with Scruff and Hoskins, much to yours and Bucky’s delight. Sam backed up to stand next to Bucky, who crossed his arms over his chest. Sam looked at Bucky.

“We should do something.” You had just barely heard Sam say it when you and Bucky yelled at the same time.

“Looking strong, John!” “You’re doing great, sweetie!” Bucky gave you a look at your term of endearment, not understanding that it was a patronizing use of the word. The warrior battling Scruff was about to drive her spear into him, until Bucky gripped the handle, stopping her attack.

“Ayo!” Bucky yelled at her. “Ayo! Let’s talk about this!” Ayo had effectively yanked Bucky towards her body, then throwing him backwards. Sam stopped another warriors spear before it drove into a downed Hoskins. The last warrior threw her spear at Scruff, trapping the shield against the table. She began her approach to him and Sam yelled your name to help him.

You got down with a groan, unhappy that you had to save this asshat. All movement was stopped when you heard a metallic thud against the floor. Your head snapped to a now one armed Bucky, his vibranium arm laying on the ground. You released an audible gasp as Ayo walked away from Bucky, his blue eyes wide. Everything around you faded as you watched a broken Bucky, kneel to pick up his metal appendage. Your eyes flicked to Sam, who was just as shocked as you.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam gestured to Bucky’s immobile arm.

“No.” He swung his arm around once to restart the systems. You heard Hoskins checking on Scruff’s wounded ego, but that didn’t matter to you.

“Bucky. Are you okay?” He avoided your question, grabbing his jacket and telling Sam that Zemo had gotten away. You held your arms out in front of you, what the fuck? Are you the enemy now? You followed after them, not sure where you were going. You got closer to Bucky, grabbing his left arm and yanking him back to you, making his attention be on you for a second or two. “I’m talking to you, dickwad.” His eyes hardened as you continued. “I don’t know what the fuck just happened back there, I’m assuming that has to do with you not being the Soldier anymore. I don’t really care. What I care about is if you’re okay or not.” You stopped walking, still holding his arm.

“What do you want from me, Y/N?” Bucky inquired.

“I want you to fucking talk to me. I’m here for you to unload on.” His brows scrunched and you realized what you said. “Oh my god, not like that, sicko. Well, I mean--”

“Y/N.” Bucky smiled at your humor.

“There, see? How hard was it for you to smile. Just talk to me. I’m making sure you’re okay. Don’t shut down, I hate it when people do that.” Bucky went to say something else when the both of your attentions shifted to a concerned Sam.

“She said what?” A pause, “Right. Hold on, hold on. I know, I know.” He sighed loudly, “Listen, pack an overnight bag and take the boys.” He tried to calm the other person down. You began walking again, Bucky asking quietly.

“What happened?” Sam dropped the phone to his collarbone.

“Karli called Sarah. She threatened my nephews.” Bringing it back up to his ear, he continued. “Go somewhere safe. Only pay cash, alright? Let me know when you get there.” You turned your attention to your surroundings. The bland streets offered little to no security, but they did give too many vantage points to count. “She wants me to come alone.”

“I’m coming with you.” Bucky fired back, not changing his mind about this one.

“Yay, more friends. She’ll love that. Where we going now?”

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You’ve never seen Sam as mad as he was when he walked into that building. Although you weren’t sure if it was anger or if it was betrayal that he was displaying as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. “You called my sister? That’s how we’re gonna play this?”

“Sam, I would never hurt her. I just wanted to understand you better.” Her accent shone through with every word. You could tell that she didn’t want to hurt you. Her demeanor was relaxed, her guard was up, but she was being civil, almost like a politician. You were good at analyzing the people around you, so when Karli mentioned Sam and Bucky just being tools she really meant it. She wasn’t interested in hurting people she deemed innocent.

“Hey, Sam, new Cap is moving, looks like he’s found them, or maybe they found him.” Sharon’s voice snapped you back to reality. The two of you hadn’t spoken since you left Madripoor.

“Scruff’s coming, guys and you know it’s not going to be pretty when he does.” Bucky jumped over the ledge and Karli followed suit. Jumping into Bucky, slamming his body into the post. You ran alongside Bucky to the location Sam had sent to your phone. By the time that you had gotten to the building where Scruff was, you had lost Bucky. Taking an entrance that was already knocked open you heard gunshots from a few floors above you. With your gun raised, you scanned the room for any friendlies.

“Y/N, you’re about to come up on Hoskins. He’s not moving, may need an assist.” Your brows furrowed as you entered the room cautiously.

“How the hell do you know that, Shar? How did you get access to satellites?” You questioned as you approached a tied-up Hoskins. “Need some help, Battlestar?”

“I totally had that.” He said as your knife snapped the zip tie around his wrists.

“Yeah, yeah.” You held your hand out, hauling him to his feet. “It’s okay to be the damsel, ya know?” He shook his head at you, not engaging in your hilarious banter. “Jeez, who pissed in your Cheerios.” You shoved your knife back into your thigh holster, leading the way to where the others were.

When you walked in, Bucky had just caught a knife that Scruff had so deflected. He twirled the object in his right hand, ready to defend against the Flag Smasher attacking him. Their fight was quick and ended with the Smasher on their back, the knife Bucky was holding embedded in the floor inches away from their face. You jumped in, helping Sam fend off another Smasher when suddenly Bucky’s fist flew by your face.

“You’re welcome.” He darted off to deal with the others. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Scruff being held by a Smasher and Karli coming with a knife in hand. You started towards her to stop her, until you saw Hoskins attack from her other side. He tackled her to the ground, Karli bounced back quicker than Hoskins, allowing her to throw a punch at Hoskins. Your jaw dropped as you watched his body fly into the concrete mainstay behind him. His whole body slackened and Karli stood in shock.

Scruff was struggling in his captors hold, thrashing about to get to Hoskins. Once he was free, he shook Hoskins and pushed his fingers against his neck, checking for a pulse. “Hey, hey. Hey. Lemar!” You stood silent in between Bucky and Sam, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until Scruff stood again that you knew what he was going to do. He had a half-second head start, but it was long enough that he was able to reach the Samsher that was holding him back before you could reach Scruff.

You had to push through the crowd to see what was happening. The Smasher had his hands protecting his face against the slam of the Captain America shield that was being hammered into him. You gasped and had to turn your face into Bucky’s shoulder. This is not happening, but it was.

And the whole world saw it too.

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The next time you saw Scruff was in an abandoned warehouse. He was talking to himself, yelling about different things. If you weren’t sure before, you definitely were now. John Walker had taken the serum and it was enhancing all the wrong things. Scruff was kneeling, resting his hands on the bloodied shield before him. You were on Sam’s right when Scruff walked up to you.

“You guys should see a medic. You don’t look too good.” He paced in front of the three of you. “You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Bucky’s voice remained calm. “Don’t go down that road. Believe me, it doesn’t end well.” Scruff sent Bucky a disgusted look.

“I’m not like you.”

“You convincing yourself or us, Scruff?” You recognize that this probably isn’t the time to pull his strings but he wasn’t thinking clearly anyway.

“Listen, it was the heat of battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” Scruff never stopped pacing, his hand flexing in the shield.

“You gotta give Sam the shield, Scruff.” He stopped pacing and turned to you, getting a little close for comfort.

“Oh, so that’s what this is.” He leaned forward, “You almost got me.” His index finger jabbed into your chest then rested there as he spoke. “You don’t wanna do this.”

“Yeah, we do.” Came Bucky’s reply before all hell broke loose. Bucky and Sam rushed Scruff, fighting for a way to get the shield from him. Scruff sent Sam flying backwards with a swift kick to the stomach. This gave you the room you needed to launch yourself onto his shoulders, attempting to flip him using his own body weight and your momentum. Your move distracted him enough that Bucky got a few decent hits in, but it really just served to piss him off further. He whipped one arm around, gripping the waistband of your jeans and dumping your weight off his shoulders. He threw you into a wooden shipping container, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

You watch, as you lay there gasping, Bucky get beat to his knees by Scruff and Scruff’s attention is turned by Sam flipping in the air, kicking the shield to the side. You rose to your feet, readying yourself for the opportune moment. Once you found it, you flung yourself at Scruff, sending the both of you to the ground and the shield away from the both of you. You resituated yourself to straddle his stomach, this position didn’t last long because he flipped the both of you. Slamming your back against the ground, he gripped your wrists, yanking them way up high causing you to groan out at the stretch. He released you but not before delivering a swift punch to your cheek.

Your vision blurred, but you could make out Bucky going head to head with Scruff again. Scruff threw the shield at Bucky after kicking him into a lift. Luckily, Bucky was able to catch the shield and shift it to his own arm before Scruff attacked him again. Scruff pressed the shield tight against Bucky’s body, then began speaking to him.

“Why are you making me do this?” You and Sam shared a look then watched as Scruff tossed Bucky clear across the room into an electrical outlet, short circuiting his arm. Sam flew at Scruff, trying to catch him off guard. He was unsuccessful in his efforts, ending with Sam facing Scruff as you crouched in Scruff’s six.

“This isn’t you, John.” Sam began trying to reason with him. He is who is way past reasoning, not Karli. Scruff’s head tilted as he spoke in that condescending tone again.

“We could’ve been a team.” Sam didn’t say anything. He deployed his wings, flying past Scruff and sending a small grappling hook to try and take the shield. Scruff flipped through the air, then braced himself against one of the lifts. You came up from behind him and tackled him off the lift, sending Sam to the ground as well. As you landed, you hit your head on a piece of broken concrete, disorienting you. The shield was out of Scruff’s hands, and he wasn’t happy about that. They both dove for the shield but Scruff managed to get to Sam first, landing on top of Sam.

“I am Captain America.” Scruff grunted out as he ripped Sam’s wings from his suit. You watch in horror as Scruff holds the shield, ready to give Sam a face lift. Bucky knocked Scruff off just before he could land his hit. Scruff had pinned Bucky to the ground after driving Bucky’s head into the side of the shield. You hauled yourself to your feet again, wrapping your arm around Scruff’s neck, hindering his movement. Sam came from the front, delivering a harsh blow to Scruff’s face. You continued to hold your chokehold as Bucky and Sam pried the shield off his arm. You heard a sickening crack as Sam withdrew from the hoe down. Bucky rose to his feet and spit out the blood collecting in his mouth, reaching out his hand for you to take.

You walked over to Sam, you hoped that would be the end of it all. Lo and behold though, Scruff got up yet again. “It’s mine.” He growled possessively, starting towards Bucky again. Bucky ducked lifting Scruff over his shoulder and Sam threw his whole body weight into Scruff who was dangling off to the side of Bucky. The three of them laid on the floor, bloodied and sweaty as you stood over them.

Bucky rose to his knees, the shield in front of him and he used the leverage of it to stand fully. He dropped it next to Sam, pausing for a few seconds and then walking away completely. You stood next to Scruff, in disbelief. “This just got a whole lot more complicated didn’t it, Sam?” He didn’t reply to you, but you watched as he tried to wipe the blood off the outer rings of the shield.

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You stood outside the building where Donya’s funeral was held, listening to Sam talk to someone else named Torres. Bucky had walked right past you, not a word said. He was shutting down and running away, at least that’s what it looked like. You wouldn’t know because the whore wouldn’t talk to you. You sat down on the stairs, head in your hands frustrated about what was going on. Your phone began buzzing in your pocket, so you took it out ready to deny the call, until you saw who it was.

“Shar.” You sighed into the phone speaker.

“Y/N. How’s it going?” You could hear the smugness lacing her tone.

“Alright, just get it over with. Tell me that you told me so, just make it quick.” She scoffed.

“I mean, I did tell you so, but now I don’t want to tell you that I did.” You laughed at her.

“You realize you just did, though?” You sense that she was smiling.

“What happened?” Her tone switched into a serious one on a dime.

“Walker took the serum, went batshit, killed a Flag Smasher, and then beat the shit out of Sam, Bucky and me in order to keep his precious shield because he ‘is Captain America.’” Your voice morphed to imitate Scruff.

“Well, that was bound to happen sometime. He’s all over the place.” You nodded, pulling the phone away from your ear and switching to speakerphone so you could talk and scroll through Twitter.

“He’s already trending. Captain America Kills Innocent Man, what a great headline. You know the worst part about all of this, Shar?” You switched the speakerphone off, bringing it back to your ear. “I don’t even think that Karli is in the wrong here. She’s doing what she’s doing for good reason, she’s just doing a shit job of getting her point across.”

“Yeah, well she’s becoming a pain in everyone’s asses, so that puts her on everyone’s shit list.” Sharon took a deep breath before continuing. “You need to get out of there. I know you’re not technically in the States, or alive, but you know how the government is. They’ll find a way to get you, if they want you.” She was lecturing you out of love, you knew, but it was frustrating for you still.

“Can you not trust that I know what I’m doing?” A grunt released from her end of the phone. “No, seriously Shar. We grew up the same, went through all the same training, what makes you know so much better than me?” Deep down, you knew that wasn’t what she meant, but you had always felt second best when it came to Sharon.

“It’s not that you don’t know what you’re doing.” She sighed heavily. “It’s that you were gone for five years and things have changed. Governments have become stricter and you don’t understand that they aren’t the same as they were.” You remained quiet, expecting her to say something else. “That’s why it’s good you have me because I know how they work.”

“You know how they work, do you?” You were fed up with her. “Then explain to me how you have access to satellites, Sharon. That’s not something that you just happen upon.” Your tone was accusatory. “Are you working for the Power Broker behind my back?” You heard a sharp intake of air on her end. “I swear to God, Sharon. We promised each other we wouldn’t work for that asswipe. He’s involved in too much bad shit. If the US government were to ever find out that we were working for the Power Broker, they wouldn’t grant us pardons, Shar. Did you fuck this up for us?”

“I didn’t fuck anything up and you need to check your tone when you’re talking to me.” Your brows shot to your hairline.

“The fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. We need to work this shit out. I didn’t fuck anything up and neither will you if you come back to Madripoor right now.” You were shocked, Sharon had never talked like this to you.

“I really don’t think I would be comfortable being somewhere that I’m clearly not welcome anymore, so I’m going to stick with what I know.” Sharon began backtracking as you resigned yourself to being on your own for the first time in forever. “Goodbye, Sharon.” You ended the call and shoved your phone into the pocket of your jeans.

You dropped your head into your hands in defeat. Being on your own was daunting and you weren’t sure how Sharon survived without you well enough to grow your business all on her own. You tried to think of your next move, deciding that sticking with Sam would be your best bet. He’s the easiest to guess where he’s going since Bucky has been mentally MIA towards you.

You recalled Sam mentioning his sister and nephews, thinking he would go there to check on them. You hauled yourself out of your slump and to Zemo’s apartment to collect your things before going. You were going all in if you were going to do this, so why the fuck not?

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neonponders · 3 years

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Idea for you; Billy stims by chewing on things. Like toothpicks and cigarettes

Christ, my brother's ALWAYS done this, you really came to the right person.

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Mottled straws.

Everywhere.

Steve thought moving in with Billy would lead to silly arguments about laundry or whose turn it was to wipe down the kitchen counters. Hell, arguments over Steve being able to drive the Camaro.

That Camaro gave him a false sense of Billy’s hygiene standards.

Because their apartment is very quickly overrun with plastic straws in various states of chewed up mutilation. Steve snaps one day with, “Do we have a dog?”

“Huh?” Billy drones beside him on the couch. Steve yanked out an offending straw from between the cushions.

“Because his toys are poking me in the ass. I find his toys on the spice rack. I find these goddamn straws on our shower shelves!”

Billy’s not dull. He just makes very conscious choices during conversations. “Are you feeling some kind of way about this?” he sassed.

Steve waved the thing around like a wand. “You chew these things to the point of folding them over into little tiny boxes, Billy! Why don’t you just throw them away?”

“Because I’m not done with them, obviously.”

“That’s disgusting! And you’re going to get that jaw disorder - TGIF!”

"TMJ?”

“Whatever it is! I stopped smoking with you because you always make the filters soggy, moving it around your mouth too much.”

“We save money if only one of us smokes.”

Steve stands up and the straw bounces off Billy’s chest after Steve throws it and marches over to the thrifted bowl holding their car keys.

Warning bells go off in Billy’s head.

“Are you leaving? Steve?”

“I’m not putting up with this shit unless it’s a dog!”

He storms out. Billy hears his car start up outside. The only thing keeping him inside the apartment is the fact that it is the oddest argument they’ve yet had. But he moves around the place, finding every single straw, unfinished pack of gum, and toothpick with a trash bag in hand.

Steve doesn’t come back for three hours.

Billy calls Robin to see if Steve’s set up camp over there, but all he gets for it is a lot of snickering. “I’m not a puppy daycare.”

When Billy finally heard Steve’s car, he swept through the door and -

“What are those?”

Steve hauled what looked like four bags in each hand up the stairs. “I’m showing you what it’s like to live with toys under your ass all the time. Her name is Paprika. You have to lift her down from the car. She’s an old girl. Use those muscles, boyfriend.”

Billy could only gape at his backside taking the bags into their apartment before he turned to see the large, pale golden retriever in Steve’s front seat.

So that’s how they got a dog.

#adopt older pets please #harringrove #psa lol #ficlet #booksfoxesandcoffee #neonponders #obviously billy's habit involves more mental health stuff #but i've been on steve's side in this lol #and the boy wants a big old puppy #so there

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 4 years

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Jaskier's going through a bit of a dry spell. And that's fine, it's not the first time and life on the road isn't exactly conducive to getting laid frequently. But it's getting to be a bit much and even when they get to town, no one seems interested. Which is absolutely outrageous and Jaskier suspects it has something to do with the big, moody Witcher who seems to be stuck to his side tonight. Normally, he wouldn't complain about having Geralt there constantly, but tonight it's becoming a hindrance.

When Jaskier manages to slip off for a few minutes to order drinks and he runs into the stunning stable boy from earlier, he thinks his luck might be changing. The stable boy couldn't take his eyes off Jaskier earlier and Jaskier can only hope his opinion of him hasn't changed since then. He stands a little closer than necessary as they talk, forgetting about the drinks altogether and he pulls out all his best tricks. And Rowan gives back just as good as he gets, brushing his fingers down Jaskier's arm and slipping an arm around his waist. Jaskier is finally thinking they're about to get out of there when he feels Geralt slide up behind him.

Rowan quickly excuses himself and Jaskier takes a second to compose himself before turning to the Witcher.

"Who was that?" Geralt asks and to his credit, he doesn't seem to realize he's just intruded upon what was going to be a very good night for Jaskier. And when Geralt looks at him, totally unfazed and oblivious, he can't even blame him.

"No one," he says, smiling. "Shall we see about those drinks?"

After his first ale, a pretty young barmaid convinces Jaskier to sing for them. He only intends to play a song or two without pay - it is his livelihood, after all - but the crowd is enthusiastic and generous with the alcohol. And Jaskier never turns down a free drink. So he drinks for free and even manages to convince a few of his admirers to buy drinks for Geralt, too. He thinks he's being clever, and when Geralt lifts both eyebrows at him, he's tremendously proud of himself.

He plays a song for every drink, accepting requests from the benefactor, which means he plays a few songs twice and ends with a rousing rendition of Toss a Coin that has Geralt rolling his eyes all the way up to the rafters. The crowd cheers for more, but Jaskier's fingers are growing clumsy and he doesn't remember his lute having quite so many strings before, so he declines. He slips down from the table he's been sitting on and makes his way back to where Geralt is sitting near the fire.

The Witcher looks like he wants to be anywhere else, but there's an amused smirk playing beneath that frown and Jaskier is determined to get it to the surface. He slides up with a grin, ready to try and talk his way into one of those rare smiles, but he finds himself pulled forward instead. He's a little wobbly and then warm arms are around his waist, pulling him into Geralt's lap and pressing him against his chest. Geralt looks at him like he's trying to figure something out and Jaskier's cheeks burn.

"Hello," Jaskier hums.

Geralt shifts under him and his hands slip up Jaskier's back and under his doublet. Jaskier watches his expression, entirely unchanged as he feels him up in the middle of the bar, and the heat from his cheeks spreads lower.

He's never wanted to kiss someone as badly as he does now - other than maybe the last time he got drunk and looked too closely at Geralt. Only that time Geralt was sober and grouchy and this time- well, the empty tankards on the table speak for themselves.

Jaskier tips forward, bringing his arms up to rest on Geralt's shoulders and he grins at him, dipping down to kiss his nose. It wrinkles in response, but Geralt doesn't pull away and Jaskier wants to know just how much he'll let him get away with like this.

He twists his fingertips in the hairs at the base of Geralt's neck, sliding between them and twisting them around his fingers. No reaction. So he draws back a little, shifts in Geralt's lap so he can sit on his knees and touch his face. He starts slow, pressing his palm to his cheek, but when the only response he gets is a soft, stuttered breath, he pushes his luck.

Geralt's lips are soft under the pad of his thumb and Jaskier can barely breathe, so stunned that he's allowed to do this. He runs his thumb around his mouth, noting the way Geralt gives way to him. Gods, he must really be drunk to let him do this, and if Jaskier were sober himself, that thought would stop him. But he's past his limit tonight and he's wanted for so long to just be allowed to touch like this.

It's not even anything sexual, but his heart is racing and he knows Geralt can feel that, hear it. He knows Geralt is aware of every little way that he affects him and maybe that's why he's letting him do it. Maybe it's just as pleasing for Geralt to see him get worked up over it as it is for Jaskier to touch him.

Jaskier doesn't dare speak, his mouth is dry and he doubts the strength of his voice if he were to try. He slides his tongue between his lips and Geralt's eyes flick down, following the motion.

Oh, he thinks, that's interesting. He bites his lip and Geralt watches, even as Jaskier's hands move, tracing the vein in his neck and settling on his chest. He's used to being the center of attention, whether on a large scale or one-on-one, but until now, he's never been able to hold Geralt's attention for so long.

He's oblivious to the rest of the patrons as he tips down and presses their lips together. Geralt leans into it, sliding his hands to Jaskier's hips and pressing his fingers into the silky fabric of his trousers. Jaskier can barely breathe.

Geralt tastes like ale, but his lips are soft and the soft noises he makes when Jaskier presses against him are intoxicating. Jaskier moans as Geralt's tongue slides against his own, the heat in his body settling significantly lower.

Then Geralt pulls back, lips parted, and considers him for a moment before lifting Jaskier out of his lap and sliding out of his seat. Jaskier frowns. This was going so well, too.

"I think it's time for bed," Geralt mumbles and if that's not an excuse to get away from him, he doesn't know what it is. Jaskier's only satisfaction is that they're sharing a room, which tonight means sharing a bed and Geralt can't get too far.

He's thinking about curling up next to him - not his first choice for the night, but not a bad one either - when a firm hand wraps around his arm and he finds himself being led from the hall. It's only after he starts moving that he considers he might be in trouble. Maybe he pushed too far. But Geralt kissed him back, there was no mistaking that.

Geralt leads him out into the corridor and Jaskier hopes he's not about to get told off for taking advantage or something.

When he finds himself pressed against the wall, he's betting on it, but he doesn't remember much other than the kissing now which, he supposes, could be the problem. Before he has a chance to apologize, Geralt closes the space between them, pressing up against his chest and he kisses him again.

Once Geralt gets his hands on him, he doesn't stop. He pushes up Jaskier's chest, untucking his chemise and brushing the bare skin underneath. The breath catches in Jaskier's lungs and he tips his head back with a soft groan, pressing into the touch. Geralt's lips trail down from his mouth, dragging along his jaw and kissing a line down his neck. And it feels so good Jaskier can barely contain the little gasps and groans that pull from his throat. He pushes his hands up Geralt's chest and threads his fingers through his hair, humming as Geralt's hands slip lower over his hips.

He's tugged forward sharply and when Geralt shifts against him, he can feel the press of his cock against his hip. He moans out loud and Geralt growls against his shoulder, hauling him forward and pulling him toward the stairs.

They stumble up together but the going is slow. Geralt stops every couple of steps to press him up against the wall and kiss him, slipping his hands under his clothes and tugging at them.

Jaskier very much wants him to succeed in getting him out of them. He whines with every interrupted touch and presses into those that linger and when Geralt finally grows impatient and lifts him off his feet, Jaskier wraps his arms around him and kisses his face.

They make it to their room and Geralt climbs onto the bed, holding Jaskier against him. He drops onto his side, rolling so Jaskier is on top of him and all at once, his inhibitions are gone. Geralt shoves at his chemise, getting it up over his head and tossing it carelessly to one side. The shirt hasn't even hit the floor before Geralt's hands are on him again, hot and demanding and sliding under the hem of his trousers.

Geralt presses his hips up, rocking against him and Jaskier shuts his eyes, pressing his face into Geralt's shoulder. He moans as Geralt's cock presses against him and shifts so he can grind against him. It's like a bolt of lightning up his spine and Jaskier reaches between them, fumbling with the fastenings on his trousers. He gets his hands batted out of the way and Geralt pushes him up, getting Jaskier's trousers undone and shoved down his hips before attending to his own.

Jaskier doesn't wait to get out of his clothes properly before leaning back over Geralt and rocking against him. He slots his cock against Geralt's, choking back a moan as Geralt rocks up to meet him. They move together seamlessly despite Jaskier's level of intoxication and every thrust sends electricity up his spine. He wants him like he's never wanted anyone before and when Geralt's hands slip down to squeeze his ass, Jaskier paws at Geralt's shirt until he gets him out of it.

Geralt draws away, turning his head and reaching for something, but when Jaskier presses closer, he's distracted, looping an arm around his waist and rolling his head back against the pillows.

He's beautiful like this, Jaskier thinks, kissing his way from Geralt's sternum to his jaw. It's a pity more people don't get to see him this way - not that Jaskier is overly fond of sharing. For years, he has considered this moment and how it would all go down but now that he's here, thoughts of fucking Geralt senseless are pushed to the back of his mind.

Jaskier would love to fuck him, given the chance, and he thinks Geralt might even let him when he's like this. But Geralt is big, bigger than anyone else he's ever been with, and more than anything Jaskier wants him inside him. It might mean spending another night at the inn - he doesn't know if he'll be up to travelling in the morning - but it's worth it.

Without thinking, Jaskier reaches back behind himself, pressing between his cheeks and Geralt growls against his lips. He shoves at Jaskier's arm, pushing him out of the way to do it himself. His fingers are rough, but he's gentle, refusing to push into him despite Jaskier's groans of protest. Jaskier squirms and Geralt finally relents, digging blindly through his pack on the floor to find a vial of oil.

He drops it onto the bed and helps Jaskier out of his trousers before pulling him close again. He kisses him hard, biting his lips and groaning low against him and when his fingers press against him again, Jaskier's hips jerk forward. He ruts against Geralt as his fingers slide into him and he doesn't care that he's whining and begging for Geralt to fuck him. He doesn't care that all his finesse has gone out the window or that he's got his face pressed into Geralt's chest because it feels too good to care about anything else.

Geralt is impatient. Jaskier feels it in the jerk of his hips and the throb of his cock beneath him. But Geralt makes sure he's slick and open, pushing a fourth finger into him before Jaskier insists that he's ready. Geralt keeps his eyes on him, sliding his hands up to Jaskier's hips and Jaskier whines at the loss of fullness, but Geralt isn't waiting any longer. He lifts Jaskier, pressing his cock against him, and while his fingers press into his hips, Jaskier pushes back onto him.

It's difficult, at first, but Geralt's thumbs rub soothing circles into his skin and Jaskier wants him badly enough to push through the discomfort. Geralt's head drops back as Jaskier fully seats himself and he arches off the bed with the first thrust.

Jaskier rides him hard, biting down on his lip so hard he leaves bruises. He keeps his hands planted on Geralt's chest, groaning with every thrust and Geralt is surprisingly responsive. The first time, he thinks the groan is a mistake, a slip of his perfectly cultivated control, but then he moans again and a wave of heat rolls up the back of Jaskier's neck.

"Fuck, Jas-" he breathes and Jaskier isn't sure the name isn't just Geralt being out of breath, but he's determined to do anything to hear it again. And he does.

Geralt is more verbal now that Jaskier's ever heard him. He moans and sighs and breathes praise into Jaskier's skin and it's the most wonderful thing Jaskier has ever seen. It sparks something in him and he pushes harder, squeezes his thighs around him and makes Geralt moan and writhe and arch off the bed.

Geralt comes surprisingly quickly, digging his fingertips into Jaskier's thighs with his name on his lips. He falls back against the bed, rolling his head back as Jaskier rides him through it. If it was anyone else, he would get him through his orgasm and slide off. He'd get himself off or let his partner do it for him, but when he moves, Geralt's hands press down on him, holding him in place. And Jaskier lets him, shifting his hips slowly and Geralt's mouth drops open, a low moan pulling from his throat.

"Don't stop," he breathes and Jaskier doesn't plan on it. He switches it up a little, picking up speed and lifting off Geralt's cock before sliding back down the length of him again.

He makes Geralt come again before he's flipped onto his back and Geralt presses against him, sliding his fingers up the side of Jaskier's neck as he thrusts into him. Geralt's fingers brush against his lips, echoing Jaskier's motions from earlier before kissing him soundly and tangling his hands in his hair.

Jaskier comes with Geralt wrapped around him, his own legs fitted firmly around Geralt's hips. He cries out and Geralt presses a hand over his mouth, smiling at him as he slows the roll of his hips. Jaskier's thighs continue to twitch even after Geralt has pulled out and flopped over next to him. He feels like he weighs a thousand pounds and even tipping his head to return Geralt's kisses feels like an immense effort.

He's vaguely aware of being sticky and sweaty, but he shuts his eyes, just for a second, and doesn't give it a second thought. He shuffles toward Geralt and a strong arm slides under his head, rolling him over to lie on top of him.

They don't talk about it.

Things return to normal, but Jaskier can't help the constant ache in his chest. A part of him was hoping this might change things, that Geralt would realize Jaskier wanted him as more than a friend, but he doesn't even acknowledge the fact that it happened. Which is fine, Jaskier decides, so long as things don't get worse he can cope with not having Geralt like that again.

For a couple of weeks, things stay that way, the only thing out of the ordinary is that Geralt keeps away from cities and villages as much as possible. They stop during the days, but inevitably continue on before nightfall, camping somewhere along the path. Jaskier doesn't ask about it because it's not a huge change for them, but it does strike him as odd.

It's not until they do stop in another town that Jaskier decides to bring up their relationship. He knows Geralt doesn't want him and it hurts, but he wants to clear the air between them. He waits until they sit down for supper, pushing his food around on his plate. When Geralt calls him on it he looks up.

"What's wrong?" Geralt asks though he sounds more annoyed than concerned.

Not a good time then, Jaskier decides.

"Nothing. Just tired is all."

"Hmm."

Well, that's that then. Maybe it's best if he doesn't bring it up, anyway. So he shares a bottle of wine with a dark-haired man sitting at the side of the tavern. He sings and flirts and drowns whatever feelings he has for Geralt with wine and cherry vodka and the end of the night finds him in the man's lap, pleasantly drunk and distracted. He's having a pretty good time until he realizes Geralt is missing.

He'd just looked back for a second, an instinctive response after looking out for each other for so long, and Geralt wasn't there. And now he's worried about it. His friend hasn't seemed to notice yet and Jaskier isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. But then he kisses his neck and Jaskier lets himself melt into it.

Geralt is a grown monster hunter - if he can't take care of himself for a few hours, who can? It's not totally out of the ordinary for him to just slip away without being noticed, so Jaskier decides not to worry and when his companion rises from the table, Jaskier lets himself be led upstairs.

The next morning, Geralt isn't talking. This also isn't entirely out of the ordinary, so Jaskier pays it little thought as they pack their things and make their way out of town.

Only it wears on into the afternoon and early evening and then they stop near a lake for the night. Jaskier complains about drowners, but Geralt just waves him off, dumps his things on the ground and disappears.

"Okay," Jaskier says, quietly and to no one in particular. He looks to Roach for some sort of explanation, but she's grazing peacefully, unaware of whatever is bothering her Witcher.

Daylight is fading quickly now, so Jaskier has to get to work if he wants to eat and have a fire tonight. He sets his things down, charging Roach with the task of watching over them and she just swishes her tail as he walks off into the trees.

Finding firewood is an easy enough task in the forest, but once he gets it back and assembled into a pile, he's at a loss. He's only ever had to do this alone before once and even then, Geralt was there to walk him through it. He struggles unsuccessfully for what feels like an eternity before giving in and eating apples and bread for supper.

It's too dark now to set up the tent alone, so he lays out their bedrolls around the pile of sticks and plops himself down on his own. Whatever is wrong with Geralt, he hopes he gets over it quickly because he'll starve to death like this within a week.

When Geralt returns, Jaskier is happy to see him, but the joy doesn't last long. Geralt's still silent and broody and he lays down without so much as a word and shuts his eyes. By the sound of it, he falls asleep quite quickly but Jaskier lays awake for a long time.

When his eyes open, it feels like they've only just shut, but he jumps up in a hurry when he finds Geralt packing things into his saddlebags.

"Oh, are we off?"

"I am."

Jaskier frowns, sure that he misheard. "Where are we going now?"

"You're not coming, Jaskier."

Oh.

It's been so long since the last time they separated that Jaskier had just sort of expected them to go on like this indefinitely. Well, maybe not, but he's certainly surprised that Geralt is leaving now. Neither of them has any obligations and they’re in the middle of nowhere. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

It's not until Geralt is walking away with Roach in tow that he realizes this is probably about the sex and his heart sinks. He should have known better than to sleep with his only friend.

Weeks pass before they see each other again and in that time, Jaskier has managed to both work himself up into a fit over it and also completely push the thoughts of it from his mind. He flips back and forth between the two often.

He finds himself in Rinde, keeping clear of an angry wife in Houtborg, when he runs into the Witcher at a tavern.

He approaches as though nothing is wrong but Geralt visibly stiffens at the sight of him and a little of Jaskier's determination slips away. He convinces Geralt to share a meal with him, but he gets up as soon as they've finished eating, making for the door. Jaskier follows.

"What's wrong?" he asks, "what have I done?"

Geralt turns to look at him, hesitates for a moment, then turns and walks down the steps. And Jaskier is forced to watch him walk away a second time.

They wind up together again in the summer. It's been months since they've seen one another this time, and Jaskier left Oxenfurt late this year, so he's only been on the road for a couple of weeks. He's on his way to Cintra when they cross paths, ironically, to look in on the child surprise Geralt so adamantly refuses to acknowledge. He's on his way out of Wyzima when he catches word of a Witcher, hired to dispatch the ghoul uprising in the cemetery. And Jaskier knows he has to wait and see. So he books himself in at the inn for three more nights and frowns at his coin purse as he settles himself back in his room.

Geralt shows up on the second night when Jaskier is sitting at the side of the lake. Jaskier's heart leaps into his throat, but he knows something isn't quite right and he feels like if he doesn't do something, he might not see Geralt again. He pulls himself up, slips his lute over his shoulders and head after the Witcher.

When he catches up with him, Geralt already seems annoyed but considering that's a large part of his personality, Jaskier pushes through.

"Geralt," he says cheerily and he gets a frown in response. "What, no snarky comment? What are you doing here, it's been an age."

"A contract," is all he says and Jaskier fights the urge to roll his eyes.

"The ghouls?" he asks, "I suppose I should have known you'd show up sooner or later."

"Hmm."

"Geralt-"

"Don't you have anything better to be doing?"

"Well, er-"

"I'm busy, Jaskier."

"Oh. Right. I'll just do..." his stomach turns uncomfortably as Geralt brushes past him, "...something."

He starts off back toward the inn without turning around. Maybe Geralt really is done with him after what happened. It wouldn’t be the first time Jaskier's lost a friend after sleeping with them, but Geralt isn't like anyone else he's ever known. He's about to apologize and think about leaving town when Geralt's voice stops him.

"Fuck. Jaskier, come back."

"What?" he asks, turning to face Geralt. The Witcher looks at him, his expression maddeningly unreadable.

"You don't have to go," he says, though he sounds like it's a struggle to say it. "I'll... come back for you."

"Oh." Somehow, this is a more startling revelation than the idea of Geralt not coming back for him. "Okay."

Geralt turns back around and Jaskier returns to the inn to wait for him. He doesn't know what to expect when Geralt comes back, so he orders a pint and sits by himself. He thinks about what he's going to say and every different path he goes down leads him back to the same thing; he needs to be honest with Geralt. It's just about the last thing he wants to do while they're in this situation, but he doesn't like whatever this is now at all.

So Jaskier tidies his room and calls for a bath, digging around in his pack to find the proper salts and oils for Geralt. He sits and waits on the edge of the bed and when Geralt comes back, stiff and grouchy, Jaskier strips him down and gets him into the bath. It feels good to get his hands on him again, just to feel like he's allowed this little bit of intimacy.

"I missed you," he says and Geralt just grunts. But Jaskier isn't deterred. He pours water over his hair and works the soap through it, careful to get out all the bits of ghoul and dirt and... whatever. He takes extra care, keeping his mind off what he promised himself he was going to say. Geralt deserves to know the truth, as hard as it might be to say out loud. Jaskier rinses the soap from Geralt's hair and runs his fingers through his hair, working out all the tangles.

"Why do you always do this?" Geralt asks, looking down at his hands in the water. Jaskier shuts his eyes; he's never going to get a better lead-in than that.

"Because I love you," he says. "Because you're my friend, probably my only friend. And because it's starting to feel like this is the last time I'm ever going to see you and I'd like for it to be a good memory, hopefully for both of us."

"What?" Geralt asks, frowning.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway." Jaskier pulls away and Geralt turns around in the tub. "I can't reach your hair from here."

"Forget about my hair."

"Fine-" Jaskier huffs out a shaky breath and turns toward the door, but Geralt grabs his arms and hauls him back. When he lets go, he looks up at Jaskier.

"Sorry," he breathes and Jaskier shrugs. He's done worse. But when Jaskier looks down at him, he looks lost, like he isn't quite sure what to say.

Geralt reaches up to him, and Jaskier knows he's said too much. It takes all his strength not to flinch away from the touch but he knows he can't. Geralt has only ever gotten hate and mistrust from everyone else and even if this is the end, Jaskier won't show him anything like that. Geralt deserves better.

But he's soft when he touches him, brushing his fingers across Jaskier's cheekbones and cupping his jaw. "I didn't know."

"Yeah, well-" Jaskier looks up and away and Geralt's hand slips from his cheek.

"So that night at the inn," he asks and Jaskier knows immediately what he means. There haven't been a lot of nights together since.

"Yes?"

"You weren't just bored and horny." He says it like he's only just realizing it himself and Jaskier is caught between exasperation and relief.

"What? No, absolutely not- is that what this is about? You keep running away from you because you think I fucked you because I was bored? Geralt, I'm-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you could-"

"What?" Jaskier asks, exasperated. "Want you? Geralt, you're bad-tempered and impatient and more often than not you reek like dead monster parts and I've followed you, every step of the way- into bogs and brambles and things I can't even describe. And I'm here, Geralt, for some Gods awful reason I'm still here. How could you think anything else?"

Geralt stares, evidently stunned into silence and Jaskier huffs out a breath. "And just look at you,” he teases, “have you seen you?" Geralt's face breaks into a soft grin and he laughs, nearly knocking Jaskier off his feet.

He reaches up, sliding one wet hand around the back of Jaskier's neck and Jaskier lets himself be pulled down to Geralt's level as their lips brush against each other.

Geralt hums against him, and once he seems satisfied that Jaskier isn't going to run away, he pulls him closer. He doesn't linger long enough for Jaskier to catch up with what's happening and when Geralt draws back, he slips his hands down his arm, tangling their fingers together.

"I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t think you wanted me.”

“I do,” Jaskier assures him, rubbing his thumb over Geralt’s knuckles. ��I always do.”

Geralt’s lips twitch and he cocks his head. “Join me?"

"In your dirty bathwater?" Jaskier asks, breathless. "I don't think so."

"Hmm." Geralt stands up and winds his arms around Jaskier's hips, drawing him in again.

"Stop it," Jaskier huffs, "you're making me wet." His face breaks into a grin, belying his words and Geralt kisses him again. He keeps Jaskier occupied with his mouth as he lifts him up and climbs out of the bath, still dripping.

Jaskier pesters him to stop, that Geralt is going to soak him and the bed, but when he's on his back with Geralt above him, he finds he doesn't mind nearly as much as he thought. He squirms, slipping his arms around Geralt's neck, damp and happy and relieved, he finds he doesn't mind a little dirty bathwater.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #the witcher #rex writes #maybe one day this will have a title

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folerdetdufoler · 3 years

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What are Magic 8ball Evak doing today? I miss them.

hey, sorry, you sent this a few weeks ago i think and i really got hung up on it.

usually this kind of thing would be fun to think about but because of the way time works i didn’t know how to write around it! like, when you sent it it was late august, and technically that had like, just happened in the story. we’d just had a late august, so i couldn’t figure out if i should write another “late august day” almost a year after the story finished, even though i only finished the story back in april. that felt like too much of a time jump though, and i hadn’t given isak and even enough time to grow after the story ended. someone else had asked for an update in the comments on ao3 and i couldn’t give them one, not the same way i have been doing for mondays. but i do want to do something, so…

even’s birthday fell on a sunday. it was the first one isak would be celebrating with him, so isak wanted it to be special. but so did sigrid, and she worked faster than him. she invited them to their house for dinner months in advance, which annoyed even. the saturday before, when they were all hanging out at elias’s apartment, even spent most of the time grumbling about it.

“i thought things were getting better with you guys?” elias asked from his throne.

even sighed. “yeah, i mean, we’re fine. this guy is her new bff.” even patted the head of curls sitting against the couch between his legs. “but i just know it’s going to be this over-the-top thing that i don’t want to have to deal with on my birthday of all days. i don’t want that attention.”

isak paused the race he was playing against mikael and whipped around. “you love the attention.”

“yours, not hers.” even gave that same head a correcting tap and isak returned to the game. “if she actually wanted to celebrate my birthday with me then she would ask me what i would like to do, and then maybe it would be something i would enjoy.”

isak scoffed but didn’t pause the game this time. “if she did that you would just tell her to leave you alone.”

“happy birthday to me!”

“then you should just tell her no, you don’t want to spend your birthday with her.” elias doled out the reasonable and obvious advice.

“i would have, but she invited both of us and isak accepted immediately. besides, it’s kind of a regular thing now, sunday dinners.”

“that’s cute,” mutta noted as he walked in from the kitchen with a bag of pretzels and jar of peanut butter. mikael pointed to the coffee table, a silent command to place the snack within his reach.

isak felt a little guilty then, but he kept it to himself. they kept playing their game until it was mutta’s turn, and then isak pushed himself to his feet. he gestured to even to follow him to the kitchen.

even had a big smile on his face as they stepped away, because he was probably thinking isak wanted to kiss him in the privacy of another room. isak did pull him in close by the waist, but it wasn’t for kisses. “we can skip tomorrow,” he offered instead.

even froze for a second, but then shook his head. “no, no, we can go. i would only make it worse by skipping.”

“i would be happy to tell her we’re skipping but take her out to dinner on her own another night, smooth things over.”

even chuckled. “i absolutely love that you feel comfortable having one-on-one dates with my mother but it’s really not necessary. I’m just…complaining. and i’ll complain a little bit more in therapy, and then i’ll work through why i’m complaining and then i’ll be in a better mood for tomorrow. okay?” he reached up and rubbed isak’s shoulders in reassurance.

“will you tell me about it when you get home?” sometimes even shared what they’d talked about and sometimes he didn’t. isak was getting better about asking permission to cross the ever-changing border.

even’s eyes shifted to the side. “it depends on what we dig up.”

isak accepted this. “okay.” he leaned in to kiss even’s cheek, physically changing the subject. “my next question is…how angry do you think elias will be if i steal the big pillows?”

―――

isak had moved into even’s apartment right before christmas, hauling bags and suitcases back and forth over a few days until most of his belongings were at even’s. he fit a desk and his nice chair in the bedroom, and somehow all of his clothes fit in even’s closet. the giant pillows he’d bought had stayed at elias’s apartment, mostly because they would get more use there; the boys still gathered on saturdays and needed the extra seating. but after even left for therapy this was isak’s chance to make the steal without ruining his surprise.

mikael helped him carry them to even’s apartment, since he was ready to leave around the same time as isak. they didn’t talk much on the walk over, but isak knew that that was mikael’s preferred level of communication, and they were both comfortable with it. isak would much prefer a mikael at peace than a mikael ready to launch an attack.

they deposited the pillows in the living room and mikael turned to leave. “we should be here at six?” he asked over his shoulder.

“yeah. i don’t know how late we’ll be but if we leave early then that would be a good time.”

“okay. and elias still has his key?”

“yup.” isak followed mikael down the stairs to their shoes.

“aight. we’ll see you tomorrow then.” mikael offered his hand for a casual slap-shake goodbye, the most physical intimacy isak had ever experienced with him.

“thanks for the help!”

mikael disappeared. isak went back upstairs to find his phone and finalize plans with kari anne in the group chat.

―――

isak dressed nicely for dinners at sigrid & jan’s house. this time he had a red fair isle sweater and dark wash jeans, and some chunky socks keeping his feet warm in his leather boots. even wore something very similar, but his sweater was cream with a different pattern. “do you think she’ll want to take pictures of us again?” even wondered while he combed back his hair, then gently mussed it into a style.

“of course. it’s your birthday. and we look handsome.” isak was applying a dot of concealer just because he could, though he would have to ask emma for more if he wanted to keep up this routine. even put his comb bak in the drawer then leaned in to kiss isak on his opposite cheek. he added a smack to his ass on the way out.

isak liked to dress up a bit because it felt like sigrid and jan dressed up too. it was the polite thing to do, but also isak knew that conversation would flow better if they were all on the same page, even with their appearance. they were all putting the same level of effort into the gathering, and then no one would feel out of place. and it wasn’t too much extra effort, because they would just save the same outfits for work the next day…as long as they didn’t get any stains on them.

they gathered their outerwear as they walked down the stairs, pulling hats and scarves and heavy coats from the hooks along the walls. isak checked in with even right before they left. “are you sure?”

even nodded and smiled and isak didn’t doubt the honesty of his response. he’d shared that his session yesterday had gone well, and they’d talked about certain behaviors from sigrid and himself that he wanted to avoid. “like i’ve been remembering things she’s said and reacting to those instead of what she’s actually doing now. when i feel ready to discuss those past…transgressions, then i need to have a conversation specifically about those moments, versus whatever might be triggering those memories now, whether they’re related or not. otherwise it’s kind of like these mixed messages. she won’t understand what’s actually upsetting me.”

on the way over isak suggested a dinner with just his parents, where isak stayed home. “would it be easier, or give you more of an opportunity to discuss those things without me there?”

“maybe another time. sundays are nice with you.” he gave isak’s hand a squeeze.

they held hands in public now, while they were commuting to work or grocery shopping or walking over to elias’s or meeting emma for dinner. if isak happened to catch a stranger’s curious look, he might tense up a bit, but he didn’t let go anymore.

sigrid & jan’s house was a tiny thing that they’d moved into after even went to university. its yard was bigger than the actual house, but it was completely filled with jan’s garden. another nice thing about going to visit was that they always came home with plenty of seasonal crops. and in the winter it was usually canned fruits, jams, or pickled veggies. sigrid greeted them with big hugs and jan immediately presented two very small jars of “blackberry jam! i got just enough off of that bush at the back.”

“i thought it had died!” even exclaimed, the genuine shock and delight at the gift lifting his voice.

“it’s definitely on its last legs…uh, roots.”

“he was out there every day scouring the brambles.” sigrid shook her head but she was clearly proud of his efforts. then she took isak’s hand and pulled him to the kitchen. even and jan went to the tall closet at the back of the living room where jan stored his jars. “you both look so cozy today. remind me to take a picture later.” she brought him to the stove where she had two large pots simmering. she pointed to one. “i need you to blend that while i get this bread finished.”

“what is it?”

“that’s butternut squash, and this…is a ministrone. kind of. i’ve taken some liberties.”

isak picked up the immersion blender that was sitting next to the stove. sigrid had gotten it started but it was still chunky in spots. while he stood there and mixed the soup she sliced a loaf of bread and laid it out on a baking tray. each slice got a thick spread of butter. isak stepped to the side so she could open the oven and slide the tray in for a quick broil.

she flicked her eyes toward the living room and then leaned toward isak’s chest. “how has he been?”

sigrid asked this question every time they were together. isak had thought it was just general curiosity about the new relationship, but once isak revealed that to even he had rolled his eyes. she was asking isak because it was the nervous curiosity that even had tried to distance himself from years ago. eventually he told his mother to stop using isak to get answers about her own son. that turned into an argument where sigrid nearly started crying about how even wouldn't answer her so she had no choice. she excused herself from the table and jan was left to host the boys through the rest of a very quiet dinner.

at this point isak was comfortable pushing back to defend even’s boundary. “sigrid, you know i’m not going to speak for him. how’s this, is it smooth enough?”

she glanced into the pot. “yes, that looks good.” isak’s deflection seemed to work. “now grab some bowls from the shelf for me please. thank goodness he found a tall one to bring home,” she muttered to herself. isak blushed but easily picked four bowls from up high.

even and jan came to the kitchen shortly after, with jan still talking as they headed to the table. isak passed them the silverware and glasses to set out at each seat. then he helped sigrid carry the pots to the table. before she sat down she dropped a kiss on the crown of even’s head. “how are you doing?” she asked as casually as she could as she moved to her chair. isak sat on the other side of the table, so the couples could look at each other directly. isak studied even as he answered.

“i’m fine, mamma. a little nervous about pappa’s grand scheme over here, but everything else is okay.” isak couldn’t hear any tension in his voice so he relaxed a little bit.

“oh, is he trying to get you on his side about buying a van?”

“how else will i transport my vegetables, sigrid?” jan sounded exasperated by her skepticism.

“dearest, you don’t even have the stall permit yet. don’t put the cart—excuse me, the van—before the horse.”

“catch me up?” isak requested of the table in general. jan gleefully started from the beginning with his grand plan to join the farmer’s market that summer, with the full list of his crops and ideas for clever names for his backyard farm.

most of dinner was spent discussing this great undertaking, with even contributing creative enthusiasm and sigrid sprinkling it all with caution and logic. then they pivoted to jan’s work at the office, and how he found his attention shifting so easily in the warmer months. jan and sigrid lived comfortably and were starting to entertain plans for retirement. that led to talking about the cabin, which turned into the perfect segue by the time they were clearing the table for dessert.

Isak fetched smaller plates from an even higher shelf, and even clapped when sigrid revealed his cake. it was a tall layer cake draped in swirls of light blue icing. there were six candles on top and even’s name written in a shaky, dark blue script. “do you remember that picture you put in the folder for me? the close-up of his face?” sigrid asked isak. he nodded. every few weeks he picked a photo (with even’s approval) from his phone and uploaded it as a wordless update for his parents. that one had been from early december, when they went out for lunch on a random tuesday, just to get some sunlight. “i zoomed in on his eyes and picked the blue color from there.” sigrid twisted to even and cupped his cheeks with her small hands. even leaned into the adoring gesture and those blue eyes crinkled up with a smile. they shared a silent moment of connection and then she released him to stand in front of her chair. isak stood up too. jan struck a match to light the candles.

even laughed and gamely clapped while they sang the birthday song. he watched isak spin around with a little flare, and isak genuinely enjoyed performing something he used to roll his eyes at. then even paused to make a wish and blew out the candles. isak knew he would ask him what he wished for later.

the cake was delicious, and they each had two slices. even tried to flick icing across the table at isak but sigrid threatened him with a spoon. “if you get icing on my wall you are cleaning it up, birthday boy.” even agreed to those terms and kept trying. then jan left the table for the bedroom, and returned by sliding a tall, skinny cardboard box through the kitchen. it had a blue bow stuck on top, which was enough, since it would’ve taken an obscene amount of wrapping paper to cover the whole thing.

“eh?” even stood to look at the box.

“happy birthday, dearest.” sigrid looked very proud of the gift and was enjoying even’s puzzlement. jan stepped back and let even walk around it. they had to hold it at the top so it wouldn’t fall over.

“it’s heavy….” even’s eyes scanned each side. “is…did you get me a bed?” he gripped the box to turn it around, showing sigrid and isak the diagram on the other side. it was, in fact, a bed. “thank you,” even whispered, without much conviction.

“it looks like a nice bed,” isak added, coming around the table to look at the dimensions. “we can get the guys to help us carry it upstairs.”

“oh no! no!” sigrid nearly yelled. “it’s not for—it’s for the cabin. you don’t have to carry it anywhere. pappa and i will take it up on our next trip and build it in your room, so now you’ll have a proper bed for when you and isak visit. i didn’t want those flimsy beds from when you were a kid stopping you from staying in ålesund.”

even’s face relaxed as his mother explained and the bed made more sense. he leaned the box against the nearest counter edge and moved around it to give sigrid a hug. “thank you,” he said again, with actual gratitude. “that’s such a lovely gesture for the both of us.” he pressed a heavy kiss on sigrid’s cheek and isak saw her squeeze her eyes closed. she was going to cry. she let out a tiny gasp when even pulled back. he went to jan to give him a hug as well, and sigrid turned away from them to hide her tears. but isak stepped in and opened his arms for a hug as well, and she fell into his chest and let loose against his sweater.

“thank you, sigrid. that means so much to us.” he rubbed her back to calm her down. “let us know when you’d like a family vacation and we’ll try to clear our schedules for it, okay?” her blonde hair scratched at his chin as she nodded. isak knew it was a big promise, committing to a vacation with his boyfriend’s parents, but that seemed to be the least they could do since they bought them a bed. aside from the literal comfort they were providing, it felt like a grander statement since the gift would serve both of them. isak felt like it was his birthday too.

when even and his father separated, jan peeled off the bow and stuck it to even’s chest. they shared a low chuckle, and then jan slid the box back to the bedroom where it had been hiding. “you know, if we have a van, it will be a lot easier to transport this up there!” he sang as he left. isak let go of sigrid and spun into even’s arms. she plucked a napkin off the table to wipe at her tears while isak was crushed into a hug with the bow.

“we’ll keep the little mattresses, of course. you never know when elias and mutta and mikael want to come for a visit too. but yes, this will be a nicer frame for you both.”

“it’s such a thoughtful gift, mamma. thank you so much.”

“you know…i thought of it as soon as you came back from your first trip, when you brought back the clean sheets and blanket. it might’ve been presumptuous but if…if isak was having a nice time then i thought he might want to come back, and then i wanted it to be ready, and you two could have your own space.”

isak laughed as he pulled out of even’s hug. he kept to his side though, and wrapped an arm around even’s waist. “you were very right to presume. though i suspect i would’ve had a wonderful time even if i had to sleep on the floor.”

sigrid looked horrified when he suggested such a crime, but that just made even laugh. jan reappeared. “oh i forgot to bring these out.” he was carrying a colorful quilt and coordinating linens, also with a blue bow on top. even let go of isak to accept them, and both boys admired the pattern.

“pappa helped me pick those out. they were on sale after christmas. oh, and if you bring them back to the city to wash, you could just use them on your regular bed too. everything fits.” sigrid returned to her pleased homemaker attitude, with any remaining tears in her eyes only there out of pride. she’d surprised her son with a useful and enjoyable gift, that doubled as a reason for him to visit her at the cabin. it was a very successful birthday dinner.

―――

they enjoyed a little bit of champagne in the living room before they left, relaxing on the couches and catching up on the skiing gossip from sigrid and jan’s most recent trip. isak disclosed that he hasn’t skied since he was very young, which sent even giggling, picturing his boyfriend flying down the slopes. “this might be even better than my skateboarding fantasy.” luckily neither sigrid nor jan inquired further into what that fantasy actually was.

when isak noticed the time was getting close to seven he made the gentle suggestion to head home. sigrid and jan were happy to let them go, having enjoyed the whole bottle together and noting their earlier bedtime now that they were getting older. but she also demanded photos once they were standing, so isak took a few pictures of even with his parents and then jan took a few of isak and even alone. they had to brainstorm a way to take a picture of all four of them together, but then sigrid cleared a small space on the fireplace mantle to rest a phone. Even set the timer, they lined up with the boys in the middle, and they wrapped their arms around each other. they smiled.

after another round of hugs and kisses they bundled up and went home. isak carried the new linens in an oversized shopping tote over his shoulder. “that went well, yes?” isak looked over to see even nodding into his scarf. he pressed the button for their stop.

“it was really lovely. i had to, like, constantly remind my brain to not interpret what she was saying negatively, but that’s…what i’m supposed to be doing.” they stepped off the bus carefully, navigating the packed snow on the sidewalk. “maybe after a few more visits it will be less of a conscious effort. but even as it was, i enjoyed myself. i liked seeing you with my parents.”

“speaking of me with your parents, i kind of promised sigrid we would go on a family vacation with her to ålesund.”

isak could barely hear the chuckle underneath the scarf but it was there. “i think that was a given. that was the whole point of the bed. it was quite clever on mamma’s part.”

“mm,” isak agreed. “so we’ll have to start looking at our schedules. and now we have the weekend farmer’s market to take into account.”

even’s laugh was louder and drew his mouth up above the warm wool. “he really has leaned into his gardening in the last year, jesus. if you had asked me five years ago what hobby i thought my dad would pick up next, i never would’ve thought ‘fruits and vegetables.’”

“forget hobbies; he’s halfway to his own business.”

they approached their building. isak had his own key now, and he unlocked the first door for them.

“what are you thinking about?”

isak was thinking about the surprise that was waiting for them upstairs, feeling nervous that he didn’t have any texts with updates, even though he didn’t ask for any. but he quickly thought up a work excuse that would explain his distance. “um, how maybe someone from jakob’s team might be interested in profiling jan. has there been a surge of home gardens lately? what’s the process for joining a farmer’s market? how profitable is it to bring produce into the city from a farm versus urban, hyperlocal crops? what resources are there for farmers when it comes to direct-to-consumer sales?” he felt ridiculous spitting out these ideas because they were rushing out without a filter yet they sounded somewhat legitimate. he really should be putting these questions in a voice memo, but even was climbing the stairs in front of him and that was…well that took priority.

the bag of linens landed with a light thump on top of isak’s pile of shoes. they removed their outerwear slowly as they climbed, hanging everything back up. isak listened for noises but didn’t hear anything over the shuffle of their own clothes. there wasn’t any light coming through under the door. and even—even was still undressing. isak reached up and tugged at his belt. “what are you doing?” he hissed. even threw his sweater and undershirt over his shoulder, and they skimmed isak’s head as they fluttered down the steps.

“getting naked. wanna help?” even was still climbing and his hands were at his belt buckle.

“even, no!” isak was torn between holding his boyfriend back and trying to reach for his shirt, while also not pulling them both down the stairs.

“what…what’s going on? you love when i get naked.”

isak blushed, praying whoever was on the other side of the door was far enough away to not hear them. maybe they were hanging out in the living room. even undid his belt but he did stop climbing to look at isak.

“do you want me to blow you down there?” he pointed down to the graffiti door and isak was going to melt from the flames burning his neck.

“shut up, no, just….” he stumbled down the steps to fetch the sweater and chucked it back up at even. “put this back on. we can’t be naked.”

“why not?” even was seriously confused but he did as isak asked. “we always get naked.”

isak pinched the bridge of his nose. “not tonight, okay babe?”

even dropped his sweater and his jaw. “is this…is this the first time you’re saying ‘no’ to a fuck?”

“even! i’m not—that’s not what this is. just please put your clothes back on until…until later or something.”

even reached into the pocket of his sagging pants and pulled out his phone. “i need to document this. for the record.” he snapped a photo of isak staring up at him with an annoyed look on his face. “this was the first time isak denied me.” even snorted. “it looks like you’re about to give me a very angry blowjob though.” he showed isak the photo.

if he weren’t so frustrated by the situation, isak would’ve laughed. that’s exactly what the photo looked like with that angle. unfortunately isak’s face just made even want to persuade him even more, so even tucked his phone under his chin and promptly shoved his pants down to his ankles. he was wearing bright red boxer briefs and he shook his ass in isak’s face. then, before isak could get a grip on his body, sexual or otherwise, even waddled up the few remaining steps and reached for the door. isak screamed, “NO!” at the same time as their kitchen, full of friends and coworkers, screamed “SURPRISE!” at a nearly naked even.

maja screamed, marius howled, and mikael took approximately 50 photos, the flash of his phone camera lighting up the kitchen like a red carpet. isak was so embarrassed he sank down behind even’s legs. even laughed and made no move to get dressed.

“pull up your motherfucking pants even! i came here for your birthday, not a peep show.” kari anne's booming voice had a hint of a laugh in it.

it did not occur to isak until just then that all of their friends were not just seeing even in his underwear—they were seeing even’s boner in his underwear. so despite isak’s desire to melt into a puddle right there on the steps, he now felt enough possessiveness to lunge forward and pull up even’s pants from behind. it was a challenge to dress someone blind, especially when that someone was a giggly, wriggly mess. isak got a flash of the kind of future where he was getting a toddler dressed, but he had no time for that future right then. he got even’s jeans up to his butt and then he had to forcibly turn his boyfriend around in order to navigate his bulge.

“looks like dinner with the parents went well, then!” elias shouted out, making everyone laugh again and isak’s cheeks turn an impossible red.

“oh, babe.” even finally noticed isak’s general struggle. he took over with his pants and hefted them up to his waist. “i’m sorry. i should have listened to you. but this was amazing and hilarious. are you okay?” he buttoned his jeans and cupped isak’s jaw.

isak was still too flustered to say anything. his eyes darted from even’s face to the gleeful faces behind him, checking to see who was still laughing. “come on, bedroom.” even started walking isak backward toward the privacy of their bedroom. “five minutes!” he announced to everyone else.

“i thought you only needed two!” someone else shouted back.

―――

the laughter and voices faded as soon as the door closed. isak spun around and flopped himself on the bed face first. “surprise,” he mumbled. even collapsed on top of him, blanketing him with rough denim and warm skin.

“this was the best surprise ever. i’m sorry i embarrassed you with my penis.” even added a little thrust as if that would convey sincerity. the heat that flushed isak’s cheeks now was a slightly different kind. even nuzzled his face against isak’s cheek and gave him a few kisses. “i’ll get dressed and we can hang out with my favorite people.”

even pushed up and went to the closet. he swapped out his jeans for grey sweatpants and put on a white t-shirt. isak kept his jeans but opted for a clean white t-shirt too. even swept isak into a hug before they went through the door. “i love you in general and i love you for this. thank you for such a nice gift, and the perfect way to relax after the family dinner.” he squeezed across isak’s back and then shifted his head in for a kiss. isak demanded tongue as part of even’s apology and he got it, a nice open, wet kiss that tasted like champagne. even grunted when they parted. “um, yes. friends first, but then we’re definitely revisiting the naked thing.”

isak agreed with an aggressive grip on even’s ass. even kissed his way out of it and wiggled toward the door.

the kitchen roared with another greeting when they appeared, birthday wishes thrown from every direction. even opened his arms and accepted all of them with a wide smile. “thank you all for coming. this is such a fun surprise, and i clearly had no idea.”

“it was a fun surprise for us as well,” kari anne smirked.

“since we’re all here and there is a grotesque amount of alcohol behind mutta, have we agreed to absolutely ruin our sunday night?” another cheer went up. isak moved around even to get to the counter by mutta.

as requested, everyone bought the alcohol isak had assigned them and paid for. he couldn’t bring much into the apartment on his own without raising suspicion, so he spread out the drinks, food, and decorations among their friends. maja and marius picked up a cake from a bakery on their side of town. mutta and kari anne brought most of the alcohol. sana and yousef brought food from mamma bakkoush, enough to last them at least a week. elias and mikael were on decorations & entertainment duty. their friends had started drinking, as was to be expected when you’re trapped in an apartment for a couple of hours. since everyone had helped themselves to the juice and ice in the fridge, isak didn’t bother with setting anything else up. he searched for sana in the small crowd, who was chatting with mikael by the entrance to the hallway. when he caught her eye he nodded a question and she held up a full glass in response. with her taken care of he mixed up a dark & stormy for even.

“here you go, babe.” he only interrupted even’s conversation with marius and maja to put the cup in his hand. then he went back to the counter to assess the food. yousef joined him to point out the options.

“all of even’s favorites. mamma didn’t leave the kitchen all morning. this…this tray is okay. these two should be reheated a bit.”

“okay, thanks.” isak reached over to start the oven.

“and this we actually eat cold sometimes, so it would be fine as is.”

they figured out the food and then isak moved on to the living room. everyone was still in the kitchen, so isak got to see the decoration efforts as intended. streamers looped colorfully from even’s shelves, carefully taped as to not disturb his toys. balloons hovered at the ceiling, their strings becoming vines that dusted isak’s shoulders. on the coffee table was a pile of markers and a large brown envelope. he went right to the envelope to see what was inside. “yesssss.” isak dumped out the contents and spread them out. he had found ten particularly embarrassing photos, a mix of recent shots from isak and childhood ones from sigrid, that he’d ordered temporary tattoos of. he had a good feeling that this group was going to get very creative with the placement. in the very least he knew exactly where he wanted a tattoo of even on his own body. he practically skipped back out to the kitchen to get water and a sponge.

everyone had started eating, so isak joined the queue for a little bit of the bakkoush cuisine. no matter how full they were, isak and even would always make room for mamma’s food. isak refreshed even’s drink and then led some people into the living room to eat, for more seating. even stayed in the kitchen at the table with sana, yousef, and kari anne.

maja screamed again when she saw the tattoos. she and marius abandoned their food immediately and took the sponge to the bathroom. three minutes later marius returned with at least four evens plastered across his face. then he dared mikael to do even more. after that, it was chaos.

elias tried to tie a balloon to the back of sana’s hijab. kari anne was the first one to get a tattoo of even on her ass cheek. mutta and mikael started doing shots, and marius and maja were caught making out in the stairwell when it was time to break open the markers on the door. their defense was that maja could stand on one step above marius and they would be a closer height for kissing.

“like my apartment is the only place with steps, get the fuck out.” isak shoved marius against the door. but that’s exactly where everyone stayed. they all shared the markers and wrote silly birthday messages to even on the door, reading old ones and laughing, and recording new jokes that they now all shared. the graffiti door was due for an update and everyone got a chance to leave their mark. isak made sure no one wrote over his original “shithead,” and he added a couple more questionable names wherever they fit.

unfortunately marius convinced maja to paint her lips with marker ink and kiss the door, but then she was stuck with deep purple lips. sana immediately dragged her up to the bathroom to start exfoliating. isak had to console maja from the doorway. “i’ll get emma to give me some lipsticks that would cover it up if it doesn’t come off.”

“matte,” sana instructed.

isak opened his recording app and noted that: “matte lipsticks from emma for maja.”

“anything from a maroon to a magenta should cover it up.” isak added that. “in the meantime, here, you can use this.” sana pulled a tube of lipstick out of her small crossbody bag and opened a drawer. she plucked an alcohol wipe from where even kept them next to the tweezers and cleaned off the tube and used lipstick. she handed it to maja and maja looked like she was about to cry from the gesture. sana nipped it in the bud with a glare and a single finger held up in maja’s face. “just be glad your friends are so clean.”

isak blushed, assuming sana knew that they had those wipes to clean their toys. but then marius burst into the bathroom, shoving isak aside. “baby, it looks like we just kissed too hard for a little bit. ‘cheer up! a hickey from kenickie is like a hallmark card,’” he quoted in his best american accent. this actually made maja cry so isak excused himself and went to get more alcohol.

eventually yousef was tasked with getting mutta and mikael home. marius gave maja a piggy back ride down four flights of stairs and across the city. they found kari anne had removed her pants and crawled into their bed, so they left her there. sana, even, and elias collapsed onto the couch and giggled their way through a nonsense conversation the way siblings do. isak put the food away, got water for them all, and then joined them on the floor with his giant pillows. even found grease on the tv and they watched and sang along with the few bits they knew. then isak fell asleep, his fingers wrapped lightly around even’s ankle and his head resting against even’s knee.

#magic eight ball #SO SORRY if the cut doesn't work #skam fic #kerrywrites #i swear to god i AM writing it's just taking me forever #and this could've been a lot longer but i'm not going to test tumblr's patience with that

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