#I’ll tell you outright that it is Sam

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not Allowed

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: bad date angst, jealous bucky

Summary: You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?

Squares Filled: kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. You’re alive and that’s the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. You’re the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.

You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, you’re the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. “How was your weekend?”

“Too short,” you chuckle. “Did Sarah get into that college?”

“Yeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for her!” you grin.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her to give you a call.”

Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one you’ve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.

“There she is,” Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.

“Officer Barnes, it’s good to see you.”

“Doll, you know you can call me Bucky.”

He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you won’t call him out on it.

“I know. How was your weekend?”

“Better if you were there with me,” he flirts.

“Oh, Bucky,” you chuckle nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do. I was wishing, ‘Man, don’t I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink alone’.”

“You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he smirks. “You look cute today. That dress compliments you.”

“A compliment. I might swoon,” you joke even though your cheeks are hot.

“As long as it’s in my arms, I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

“You might get fired.”

“It’s worth it,” he winks. “Here’s your coffee.”

He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. That’s the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. It’s comfortable. Why leave something when you’re comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think he’s going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesn’t do it soon, he’d lose you.

Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Bucky’s name first.

After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that you’re supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.

“Here are the papers you asked for,” you smile.

“Thanks, doll,” he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.

You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.

“Now that is bullshit,” you hear from behind you.

You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.

“What are you doing? You scared me!”

“I sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and he’s the one you pick first?”

“I--”

You don’t have any words for that.

“When are you two gonna fuck?”

“Sam Wilson!” you gasp.

“What? It’s a valid question. I should ask him that.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,” he chuckles and walks away.

It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once you’re in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

“Can I help you?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m here for my brother. He’s in lock up.”

“Okay, what’s his name and date of birth?”

“James Farley. 04/05/1986.”

“Your name?”

“Brandon Farley.”

“Okay, I see your brother here. It looks like--”

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, thank you,” you blush.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, but--”

“Great. Can I take you out?”

“You can see how this is inappropriate, right?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he grins. “So, can I take you out?”

There’s a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that won’t cause conflict.

“Yes.”

“Here’s my number.”

He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it won’t come off with one scrub.

“I have sticky notes!”

“This is better. Now you won’t lose it.”

“Go take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.”

“Thanks,” he winks and walks to the waiting room.

You’re about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.

“Did I hear that right?”

“What?”

“You have a date?”

“Yeah, he asked me out,” you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. “Why do you look angry?”

“Nothing. No reason.”

Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isn’t at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and he’s not there to walk you to your car when you get off. He’s supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.

This time, he didn’t.

The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and you’re feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why he’s acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.

“Hey, what’s going on with Bucky?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, what did I do?”

“You accepted a date from someone else.”

You knew it. Why is he bigging out?

“So?”

“Have you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.”

“No, he’s just being friendly.”

“You won’t get it until you do,” Sam shakes his head and walks off.

The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he winks at you.

“Okay,” you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. “You know what I do for work. What do you do for work?”

You shouldn’t have asked him that.

“I work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? That’s mine. It’s funny. I got all my parents’ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.” You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. “Can you imagine that? This small company that wasn’t going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. I’m like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and I’ve been thriving ever since.”

Once he got to talking about his job, he hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s very arrogant and rude but that doesn’t seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.

“Whoa, doll, calm down. I don’t need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.”

No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldn’t have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and he’s driving you home, he won’t shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.

About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.

This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God… Instead of walking to the driver’s side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

“No.”

Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.

“I’ll repeat myself. Step out of the car.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll,” he says so only you can hear it.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Brandon asks.

“Yes. You have a busted taillight.”

“Fuck! You’ve got to be joking, sir.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Shit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.”

“Not today, buddy. That’s a ticket.”

Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight you’re not sure is even broken.

“Fuck!” Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. “Look, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?”

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home,” Bucky offers.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandon’s car and notice they’re both working properly.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you yell when he gets in the driver’s seat. “His taillights are broken! You can’t just do that. That’s illegal!”

“He’ll fight against it, and I’ll drop the charges,” he shrugs.

“You’re un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,” you lie.

“No, you weren't,” he laughs.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s written all over your face. Your eyes don’t have the usual light.” Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. “I don’t know why you would accept the date in the first place.”

“Because at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.”

That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. You’re shocked but you won’t pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.

“You’re not allowed to see other men.”

“Why not?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Because you’re mine now and I’m not gonna let you go.” This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll.”

Yes, you will.

x

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[gilverrwrites]

Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?

Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.

Dean

You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.

No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.” Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.” *Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.

And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.

All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.

He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

Sam

Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.

He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.

But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.

He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?” “Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?” “What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

Castiel

Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.

So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.

Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?” I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose! “That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.

He would need time to stew on it from there.

It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.” What dr- oh right. “I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”  

Gabriel

You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.

“Reeeeeally?”

Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.

Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.

If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.

And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?” “No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?” “Mile high club?” “No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

Lucifer

His reaction is a lot more subdued. 

That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.

But the smile he keeps giving you.

The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.

When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

Temptation really is his game.

#supernatural reader insert #supernatural imagine #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn gabriel #spn lucifer #gilverrwrites

[loohser]

Toxic!Ellie x reader

Toxic!ellie x reader

a/n reader is a little uhh dumb? Idk but she's cute. I like her. I LOVE toxic!ellie so I had to whip something up for her. Thinking bout making some more fics based on these two if y’all like them enough !!

You let out a sigh as you looked down at your phone. You were supposed to be going on a date with some girl named Sam, but she just bailed on you. Luckly she had the decency to let you know before you left your dorm instead of just outright standing you up at the bar.  

“What? She stood you up?” Ellie looked up at me from her where she was sitting on her bed. She was in the midst of rolling up. She tried to convince you to stay in with her but you had told her about Sam. Plus y’all have been getting too close. You had to remind yourself that you two were just friends/roommates and nothing more. 

You looked up at her, “Nah, just my mom texting me saying she misses me.” You couldn't tell Ellie that Sam bailed. She would've given you shit for it. She would've been like ‘I told you so, now you can stay with me.’ 

“Hm, okay.”

You looked at the time. 8:30. Looks like you were going to go to the bar by yourself to make some new friends. You pushed yourself off your bed. “Alright Els, I’m out. I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

She quickly got off her bed. “Wait, what time are you going to be back? I can wait up for you. I’m not going to be doing anything tonight besides smoke.” You missed the way her eyes trailed down your body. You decided to go with a short skin tight black dress that really enunciated your curves. You bent down to pick up your purse off of the ground. Ellie's eyes followed your every move. “It’s alright Els, go to sleep. I’ll be fine. If anything happens I’ll text you alright?” You walked up to her and gave her a hug. “Goodnight Els.” 

“Have fun babes.” 

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Going by yourself to a bar was so not fun. You didn’t know anyone. You sat at the bar and ordered a drink for yourself. Looking around the room you noticed a girl staring at you. She was taller than you and had blonde hair but it was pulled back into a braid. She also looked muscular. Basically she looked delicious. You weren't sure what you should do. Usually no one tries anything with you when you go out because you're always with Ellie. You smiled at the girl across the room and looked back at the bar. A couple seconds later you felt someone's arm touch yours. 

“Yeah, I’ll take a beer and one more of whatever she got.” She nods her head towards you.

You tell the bartender your drink order and blushed at the girl next to you. 

“Thank you for that. I was just about to order another one. It’s like you read my mind.” You told the girl. 

She looked at you and smiled, “Well I guess I came at the right time huh? Almost like I was meant to come over here and talk to you.” She flirts. 

You gave her a shy smile and stuck your hand out. “I’m y/n.”

“I’m Abby, pleasure to meet you.” 

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“Ellie, what the fuck, I thought you said that y/n wasn’t going out anymore? I thought you told Sam to back off?” Dina tells Ellie over the phone. 

Ellie immediately gets up from her spot on the bed. “The fucks going on? I did tell Sam to back off. y/n lied to me about what Sam said because she still went out. I assumed she would cruise around the city and then come back? What the fuck is she doing at the bar?” Ellie starts to put on her shoes and looks around the room for her keys. She couldn’t believe that y/n was ballsy enough to go to a bar by herself. All because she didn’t want Ellie to know the truth. 

Dina laughed, “Yeah well looks like your plan went to shit because Abby is at the bar right now talking to her.” 

Ellies blood ran cold, “Abby fucking Anderson?” 

“Yep, she's here. And I think she wants to take your girl. You better get down here.” 

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“You’re so pretty. I’m glad we started talking.” Abby says. 

You blushed and looked down at your drink. “Yeah me too. Do you wanna go somewhere after this? Like to talk, of course. I really want to get to know you.” 

“Yeah lets go right now? I have my own apartment I can take you to? If you don’t have a place in mind.” She put her hand on the small of your back. 

You smiled at her touch. “Yeah let’s go.” 

“y/n hey!” Someone called out to you. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw Ellie’s friend, Dina. Fuck, you thought. If Dina’s here then that definitely means Ellie is close by. Those two told each other everything. You love Dina, truly, but you knew that she was Ellie’s friend over yours. They would always take each other's side whenever something happens. When you and Ellie get in arguments, Dina wouldn't even hear you out. She would just tell you to apologize to Ellie and everything will go back to normal. She was always on her side. That annoyed the fuck out of you. 

You put on a smile. “Dina! Hey! How long have you been here?”  You reached out to hug her. 

“Been here long enough to notice that you're hanging with Abby.” She fake laughs. “Does Ellie know that you're here? With her?” She points towards Abby. 

I pulled Abby’s hand in mine. “Ellie is not in charge of me, Dina. She’s my roommate, not my girlfriend.” I glared at Dina. 

“C'mon Abby let’s go.” We walked out of the bar and went to her car. 

Once we were seated in her car she immediately pulled out of the parking lot. 

“So is Ellie your ex or something?” 

You looked at her. “No actually, she’s really just my roommate. And my bestfriend but recently she’s been pissing me off.” 

“How so?”

“Basically she likes to act like she’s in charge of me. And Dina, from the bar? Ellie and Dina grew up with each other so they obviously have each other’s back. Dina was just tryna to start shit to scare me.”

“Why would she try to scare you?” 

“Because she likes to think that Ellie and I are dating. Which we’re not by the way. I just want to make that really clear because I like you Abs.” 

Abby smiles at you. “I like you too. I really hope Ellie doesn't start some shit with us. She already has her guard dog out for us.” 

“I love Dina. But I don’t love when Dina and Ellie are together. Together they’re like dictators or something. It’s so annoying.” 

“Well when we get to my place it’ll be just you and me. We can do whatever you want. No dictators around my place.” Abby pulls into her parking spot and you both get out of her car. As soon as you step foot into her place your phone starts ringing. You sigh. “It’s Ellie.” You tell Abby. 

“You gonna take it?” 

“I feel like I have to. Or else she’ll just keep calling until I answer.” 

Abby steps in front of you. “If you need me I’ll be in the kitchen alright?” 

You smile at her and then take a seat on her couch. 

You answer your phone. “Yes Ellie?” 

“Where the fuck are you?” She spits at you. 

“Oh my gosh I’m hanging with a friend. I thought you knew I was going out?”

“Don’t act fucking stupid y/n. Dina told me that you’re with Abby. I thought you were going out with Sam?” 

I let out a laugh. “Oh did your guard dog tell you what I was up to? Tell her to worry about herself.” 

“Guard dog?” You heard her mumble. “Dina? Are you fucking talking about Dina?” 

“Yes Ellie, I’m talking about Dina. Who else is up your ass 24/7?” You snarled. 

“Okay fine, I’ll let your disrespectful ass behavior slide just this once. Only because she told me that you’ve had some to drink. Now tell me where you're at so I can come get you.” You heard her car keys jingle in the background. 

“Ugh Ellie stay home. I’m not coming home tonight. I’m staying with Abby. I’ll see you tomorrow after classes or something.” You could already feel a headache coming on to you. 

“Fuck that. You're not staying over there, you hear me? Come the fuck home.” 

“No Ellie, stay home. Goodnight.” 

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me.” That was the last thing you heard Ellie say before you hung up. You hate when she acts like this. So possessive. You let out a sigh of relief. You’ll just have to deal with her tomorrow. 

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*The next day*

You just got out of your last class of the day and you were nervous to see Ellie. After the phone call you and Abby stayed up and talked for an hour then you fell asleep in her bed. The next morning you got up and showered and left with her phone number in her phone. You only had two classes today and then you would have to go back to your doom room. Ellie has been calling you nonstop and Dina has been glaring at you in every class that you shared. You felt bad but you also didn’t appreciate her snitching on you. 

You opened up the door and surprisingly Ellie wasn’t there. Which is weird considering that she knows your schedule like the back of her hand. Whatever. At least now you can rest a bit before she starts yelling at you. You changed into some comfy clothes and laid down on your bed. A little nap shouldn’t hurt. You fell asleep as soon as your back touched your bed. 

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You woke up to your phone ringing beside you. You slowly turned on your side and grabbed it. It was Abby. You decided to let it ring because you still felt hazy. You started to close your eyes again. 

“Oh I’m surprised you didn’t pick up.” Ellie said from her bed. 

You stayed silent.

 “Oh so you're just not gonna say anything?” 

You heard Ellie get up from her bed and start walking towards you. 

“I’m not stupid y/n, I know you’re awake.” She grabbed your arm and pulled your body so now you were facing her while still laying down. 

“Ellie stop, I don’t want to do this right now.” You grumbled. 

“Okay so when can we do this then? Cuz you were way out of line last night. First, you pissed me off, then you hurt Dina’s feelings by the way. Then you spend the night at Abby’s? Are you fucking insane?” 

“Look, I’m sorry I said bad things about Dina but I’ll apologize to her later-”

“Yeah you will.” She interrupts you. 

You glare at her. “But anyways, I was having fun last night and it felt like Dina was trying to get in the way of that okay? Why did you get so mad anyways? You knew I was going out.” You pointed out. 

She scoffs, “I knew you were going out with Sam. Who told me that she canceled on you by the way. So you lied to me in the end. Also, why the fuck would you go out with Abby fucking Anderson?” 

You groaned, “Okay fine I lied to you about going out with Sam. I didn’t tell you because it was really embarrassing. Especially since you told me to be careful about her because she always pulls this stuff. I didn’t want you telling me that you were right all along.”

Her face softens, “hey, I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me this stuff. I would never judge you like that. I wish you would’ve told me babes.” 

You sit closer to her, “You’re right Els, I’m sorry. I guess I also just wanted to prove to myself that I can go out by myself and have fun. I feel like I’m always following you around.” 

“But I like it when you follow me around.” She smiles. “Seriously, I follow you around too. You’re my favorite person.” She grabs both of your hands and puts them around her shoulders. “You’re never gonna get rid of me babes. It’s always me and you.” She kissed you on your forehead. 

You smiled at her. It really felt nice when Ellie was nice to you. You wish she was like this all the time. 

“‘M sorry Els, I won’t lie to you anymore.” 

She hums, “Good, now why don’t you pull out your phone yeah? And you can text Dina a nice little message about how sorry you are about how you treated her and especially about what you called her.” 

You whip out your phone, “Okay Els.” You start typing a message to Dina and let Ellie help you with what to say. 

After you sent that message you both laid down on your bed cuddling. Even though you and Ellie are just friends, it is nice to be so close to her. Her hand starts rubbing up and down your back. “You know, while we’re at it, why don’t you tell me about what’s going on with you and Abby yeah?”

You groaned, “Ellieeeee, but we’re having such a nice time relaxing. I don’t want you to get worked up right now.” 

“I won’t get worked up if nothing happened.” 

“Okay.” 

She looks down at where your head is resting on her chest, “Okay?”

You giggled, “Okay nothing happened! We just talked and I fell asleep and I went to class. Promise. That’s it.”

She hums, “Alright, I believe you. Now, let’s watch a movie. I missed you.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams oneshot #ellie x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #dina tlou #dina the last of us

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Right Person, Wrong Time

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader, Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: angst, marrying someone you're not in love with, feeling sad at your wedding

Summary: Spencer had half a decade to confess his feelings for you but never did. You moved on to someone who loves you for you, who treats you like a queen, and who takes care of you. Spencer has one more chance to tell you how he feels before you're married, but does he take it?

Square Filled: sam winchester (spnxcm crossover) for @fandombingo

Author’s Note: this is a supernatural x criminal minds crossover

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This should be the happiest day of your life. You should be celebrating with your bridesmaids, drinking champagne, and having a good time together. They are, you aren’t. You’re standing on the small platform in front of the three-piece mirror staring at yourself in your wedding dress while your bridesmaids are sitting in the middle of the room having a good time.

JJ, Penelope, Emily, Charlie, Jo, and Eileen have no clue what you’re feeling right now. They expect happiness, happy tears, and being jittery for your upcoming wedding. Instead, you’re thinking about how you got here and if there was anything you could have done differently.

The man you’re marrying today isn’t the one you truly want to marry.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” JJ asks when she notices you staring into the void.

“Nothing,” you snap out of it. “Is everyone here?”

Since JJ is your maid of honor, she is in charge of making sure everything goes smoothly for you. She grabs the clipboard and looks over the roster.

“Spencer hasn’t checked in.”

That makes your heart twist painfully.

“Well, we can’t wait for him to show up. The show must go on!” Charlie declares, earning agreement from the other women. 

Someone knocks on the door and Derek pops his head in.

“The music is starting. Time to go.”

All of your bridesmaids have one of your fiance’s groomsmen to walk down the aisle with. JJ is with Will, Penelope is with Kevin, Charlie is with Dean, Eileen is with Castiel, Jo is with Spencer, and Emily is with Derek. Spencer isn’t here to walk Jo down the aisle but she doesn’t seem all that worried.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find Rossi,” she says and leaves the room.

Everyone shuffles out of the room to get ready but you stay where you are by the mirror. You’re marrying such an amazing man who loves you for you. You should be happy right now. Derek closes the door behind him and walks up behind you so he can look at you through the reflection.

“Are you doing okay?”

You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from crying. If there is anyone who knows how you’re feeling, it’s Derek. He’s your best friend. You tell him everything.

“Spencer isn’t here,” you whisper.

“No, no tears. You’re marrying Sam.”

“I know,” you nod.

You’d rather be marrying Spencer instead. For years, you’ve pined after Spencer. It started when you first got hired into the BAU and he showed you around for a whole week. He knew you had a thing for him even though you never outright told him you did. It was all in the little things you did for him like you’d make his coffee every morning, you’d compliment him more than the other ladies, you’d do anything to keep a smile on his face, and you’d bring him presents whenever you were thinking about him.

He never did anything with that information. He knew you had a thing for him but never made a move.

One day, you were working a case and ran into Sam and Dean Winchester who were on the same case but as hunters. Sam was the perfect gentleman and treated you with nothing but respect. He never did this before, but he asked for your number because he had to keep in touch with you even when he and Dean left for another case. At first, you were skeptical because you were so hung up on Spencer.

After the first date with Sam, you saw him as someone you could have feelings for. The more you went on dates with him, the more you started to like who he was as a person. Spencer still hadn’t made a move on you so what is the harm in moving forward with your relationship with such an amazing man?

After the first year, you allowed yourself to really love Sam. When Sam asked you to marry him, you had to say yes. Spencer was nowhere near confessing his feelings for you and you’re sick and tired of waiting for something that might happen. He loves you, he treats you like a queen, and you really do love him.

You’re just not in love with him. You’re in love with Spencer but the last thing you’re gonna do is tell him and Sam about this. If Spencer loved you in the way you did, he would have confessed to you a long time ago.

So, here you are on your wedding day and Spencer isn’t even here.

You prepare yourself and head to the double doors where your dad is patiently waiting for you. The bridesmaids and groomsmen have already walked down the aisle so now they’re all eagerly waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” your dad asks.

“More than ever.”

Your smile doesn’t quite reach your ears. The music starts and your dad walks you down the aisle. Sam smiles widely when he sees you, and his eyes hold so much love for you. It’s really unfair how you’re feeling. Sam is such an amazing man who loves you and you should be happy to marry him. You are but knowing Spencer isn’t here makes this less than what it is.

You meet Sam at the front of the altar and smile up at him. The minister begins the ceremony. It goes as smoothly as possible until he gets to the part where people can object.

“Speak now if you object, or forever hold your peace.”

You scan the room at all of your guests. All of them are happy you’re marrying someone you absolutely love. There in the back is Spencer who must have come in after the ceremony started. He’s watching you with red eyes like he’d been crying. You lock eyes with him and question if he’s going to say anything. 

He doesn’t.

The minister moves on and finishes the ceremony quickly.

“Sam Winchester, you may now kiss the bride.”

Sam pulls you in and kisses you just as the entire room erupts in cheers. Everyone but Spencer claps happily for the newlywed couple. Everyone moves to the reception area to enjoy good food, good music, and each other’s company.

“Everyone, may I present to you, Sam and Y/N Winchester. Make way for the first dance.”

Everyone clears the dancefloor so you and Sam can have this special moment to yourselves. Sam pulls you in close and slow dances to the song you picked as “Your Song”. Sam twirls you in his arms and pulls you in close to his chest. You look up at him and smile widely to show him how happy you are with him.

You put your head on his chest and look by the snack table to see Spencer standing there watching you and Sam dance with such sad eyes. You quickly look away from him and enjoy the moment you’re in.

There’s a soulmate for everyone but sometimes not everyone gets to be with them.

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[eqt-95]

This ask game is going around, and one question stood out:

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed.

I’ve wanted to do something like this for a while because y'all are just so dang talented and it needs to be shouted on loud. So! I'm using this serendipitous moment to start spamming recommendations in the unsolicited way only tumblr can allow via a series I'm calling Go Read This Immediately™

First up?

not for nothing | by @sssammich

Words: 54,371 |  Chapters: 4/4 | Teen And Up Audiences | Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

I read it… a week ago? It’s brilliant.

Why you should drop everything and Go Read This Immediately™

In the words of Sam: “tender angst”

The first chapter catapults you into this dense web of bone-deep feelings. It is long and relentless and leaves you drained and breathless and desperately wanting a hug (and maybe swaddled and sung to, but beggars can’t be choosers).

And just when this emptiness can’t feel any worse, Sam gives us chapter 2 (and 3 and 4) and we spend the rest of the fic slowly unravelling the tension that had been so methodically wound and tightened and by the end you're completely exhaust but in a good way and listen: just go read it.

The communication and character vulnerability is *mwah*. It is solidly perfect. Sam leaves no stone left unturned in this story of Kara finding herself again. (I’m cheating a bit by cribbing from my ao3 comment): How Lena and Kara evolve and grow to listen and accept and challenge and volunteer information over the course of the story is amazing. There's hesitancy that feeds into trust which eventually translates into outright, unhindered honesty.

There are so many intimate moments and bits of prose that feel like tiny little, perfectly formed snowflakes that dance and fall onto your winter jacket and, in isolation they are stunning, but together they make a truly enjoyable story. I’m discovering a pitfall of this exercise is not wanting to spoil anything, so I’ll refrain from plucking some of my favorite bits, so just heed my advice: GO READ THIS IMMEDIATELY.

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Fic Summary | read it on ao3 “Kara,” Lena’s voice called for her again, softer this time. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open, blue eyes staring directly into green. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She could cry (and she was not very confident she hadn’t already), but she stopped herself as the words I can't look at you anymore without my heart breaking rang in her mind. Instead, she simply shrugged, even as her heart broke at seeing the warmth in Lena’s eyes directed at her again for the first time. “What was there to tell?” “You told the DEO not to ask for my help. Why not?” She sighed, not wanting to have this conversation at the sink. But Kara thought it made sense, for her to continue not getting what she wanted. “Why did you come?”

OR, Lena finds out Kara is Supergirl, they have a fall out, and then Kara loses her powers indefinitely.

#supercorp fic #fic rec #sssammich #go read this immediately #not for nothing

[dani-ya-dig]

Ok now that I’m fully awake. It’s time try and organize my thoughts on that audio oh my god.

Also trigger warning for mentions of suicide under the cut

That’s actually the first thing I wanna talk about, and is the only gripe I have with the entire video. Why the fuck wasn’t mentions of suicide tagged in the description??

Like I understand the concept wasn’t dwelled on and Sam didn’t outright say “I’m gonna fucking kill myself” but he PRETTY EXPLICITLY talked about how he planned to commit suicide even if he didn’t say those words. idk “chosen morality” doesn’t seem like the right warning for that? I’m not gonna complain abt it like too much, I just was a little confused on why it wasn’t tagged.

But anyways onto my jumbled up thoughts about the actual audio! Because as a member of the Sam Collins fandom, I have thoughttsssssss!!

THIS AUDIO MADE ME SOB! I couldn’t sleep because of how sad I was over it. Sam and Darlin need to be happy just for fucking ONCE, god give them a BREAKKKKKK.

The idea of them just silently holding each other on their roof with the night sky above them, a few tears probably falling from both of them. IM DUHXSJDIJFDJFHFHJ

AND MOTHERFUCKER THE VIDEO ENDING ON “Brown. My eyes were brown” I FELL TO THE FLOOR SHUT THE FUCK UP!

On a happier note about that, I KNEW Sam’s eyes were brown. I feel like almost everyone did tbh. I’ll tell you what gave it away though, the gentle way he says “please” to Darlin in some of his audios. Automatically gave it away that he would have had the biggest brown puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in your life. I’m physically sick over it, it’s not even funny.

Now back to the thing I desperately don’t wanna think about. Sam telling Darlin that he wasn’t planning on living forever.

That’s where the dam broke for me, I started bawling. It totally makes sense, I get it and I can’t say that it’s not a choice that makes sense given that Sam never wanted to be a vampire in the first place.

Do y’all think that he was planning to watch the sunrise on his roof? Because that was my first thought and it hurt real bad. Sam finally getting to feel the sunlight after so many years of having been deprived of it, only to be ash when the sun was fully in the sky.

Also I know damn well he probably would have done it after Darlin died and that’s what hurts so bad. If Darlin chose to be a vampire I think he would happily spend however long their eternity would be by their side, but once they were gone he probably wouldn’t feel a reason to stay. Especially because if Darlin turned into a vampire the two of them probably would have completely pulled away from all mortals before that would happen.

On that note, I don’t think Darlin is gonna want to be turned. I never really thought they would, unless they were under very specific circumstances. Sam telling them to spend time in their wolf form and with their pack before deciding solidified that for me 100%. I don’t think they would be able to lose their wolf which we know is a pretty big part of shifters, talking from Milo’s audio where he breaks down worried he was never going to be able to shift again. I don’t think they would be okay with the idea of watching their friends, and their family all start to wither away and eventually die while they remain.

Now, do I think Darlin is going to want to be turned? No. Do I think the dynamic of Darlin choosing to remain mortal opens a lot of really good angst possibilities? Yes. Do I fully trust Erik to not turn them anyways? Not really no.

If I had to put a bet in for how it would happen if Darlin got turned, it would be by Quinn. Quinn would find out or catch wind of the fact that they chose not to be turned (if he didn’t already know they would chose that) and turn them anyways just to hurt them.

(I think Alexis turning them is an interesting idea to think about, from any angle but I highly doubt that’s gonna happen lmao)

All in all I genuinely think that was the only audio that has affected me that much (aside from maybe listening to the inversion for the first time??)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted sam #redacted sam collins #sam collins #redacted darlin

[half-oz-eddie]

A creelson drabble I wrote that wouldn't leave my mind after a chat with @harringroveera who instigated inspired me to write it lmao

18+, graphic depictions of violence, blood

Wayne’s awful upper respiratory infection has forced Eddie to smoke other places. When he smokes outside the trailer, the neighbors complain. If he smokes in the van, Wayne can’t take the smell when he has to drive him to appointments.

Eddie had to find a place to smoke alone, and away from everyone else. So, he started smoking at Skull Rock. It was a secret and super out of the way location where nobody else would bother him. Because, people suck.

Only today, there was a problem. Someone else was already there!

The mysterious blonde man was leaning against skull rock, smoking a cigarette of his own. Eddie was alarmed by the sight of blood on the man’s clothes and the axe resting at his feet. 

“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the Hawkins Hacker, aren’t you?!” Eddie knew it was stupid to outright ask a serial killer ‘hey, are you the killer?’ Why’d he do that? He didn’t have the answer, honestly. 

“So?” The man spat coldly. 

“A-are you gonna kill me?” Eddie asked, his voice fearfully trembling. 

“No. You aren’t my type.” The handsome, blood stained man looked him up and down. “Not for killing anyway.”

“Oh.” Eddie replied, sounding somewhat disappointed. Not that he wanted to be killed, or anything. Obviously. 

He leaned against the opposite side, taking out and lighting a cigarette of his own. “Can’t smoke at home because my uncle is really sick. I’m usually alone but since you’re not gonna kill me, it’s cool.”

The man cut his eyes at Eddie, not bothering to respond. 

“So…who’d you kill this time? I mean, I’ll probably find out on the news, but humor me.”

“Are you going to turn me in?”

“Nah.” Eddie shook his head.

“Why?” The man suspiciously narrowed his eyes. 

“I dunno." He carelessly shrugged. "I’d rather talk to you than tell on you. I must sound crazy.” Eddie chuckled. 

“His name was Sam Edwards.”

“You killed my old English teacher?!” Eddie exclaimed, his eyes wide. “Well, I hated that guy. You know he failed me because I wrote an essay about DnD? He said it’s not real literature! HELLO?! It has a book! What could be more thrilling than a Dungeon Master’s guide?!”

“The world is a better place without people who limit the imagination.”

“Hell yeah!” Eddie paused. “Not—not that I support killing or anything. But like…how’d you do it?” He curiously wondered.

The mysterious, hot blonde took a final drag from his cigarette and discarded the butt, flicking it into the dirt. “Do you have another cigarette?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie rummaged into his pocket for his pack, offering him a cigarette. 

He took the cigarette from between Eddie’s fingers with his lips, causing Eddie’s teeth to chatter when his lips brushed his fingers. Were serial killers usually this hot? 

The man gestured to the cigarette, and Eddie knowingly complied, lighting the cigarette for him, not bothering to create any distance between them as they smoked in brief silence. 

“First I cut off his foot, just above the ankle. I watched him crawl down his hallway, leaving a trail of blood as he crawled to his kitchen to try and reach for his phone. I gave him a head start before pulling the phone out of the wall.”

Eddie’s lip quivered and his body tensed up. Not in fear, but, a different feeling awakened in him. 

“Afterward, I removed his right hand, then his left. His screams were a beautiful symphony. And yet, they quickly began to annoy me, so I decapitated him.”

“…And then you came here?” Eddie assumed. 

“Yes.” The man said with a simple nod. 

“Jesus.” Eddie exhaled with smoke. 

This gorgeous, dangerous man was easily able to hear the tinge of arousal in Eddie’s voice. 

He chuckled darkly. “Is it safe to assume you’re the type of person that would write letters to me if I were to get caught?”

“I—well—“

“Of course you would. Do my stories excite you? Likely in ways you don’t understand?”

“I mean—I—I—“

“Come here.” He demanded, beckoning for eddie.

It was as though he summoned Eddie and his body moved to follow his voice without any inhibitions. 

For reasons beyond comprehension, Eddie trusted this blood covered man. 

He grabbed Eddie by his vest and pulled him in for a kiss. 

The man’s lips were cold, but his tongue was hot and warm. Eddie grabbed hold of his blood stained shirt, allowing him to lead him in a sloppy, spontaneous kiss. 

They moaned into each other’s mouths as the man’s hand trailed down to Eddie’s half hard cock, grabbing hold of it. 

He pushed Eddie against the rock, lips still connected to his, teasingly rubbing his cock outside his jeans, subjecting him to the torturing tightness of the denim as his cock fully hardened. 

Eddie moaned and whimpered as their tongues swirled around. The gorgeous killer sucked his tongue and bit his lip, continuing to tease and torment him as he moaned helplessly against his lips. 

Eddie was close—too close. He whined and whined and kissed and kissed until his cock exploded in his pants and the man pulled away, leaving Eddie in a kiss-drunk stupor, slumped against skull rock. 

He grasped his axe, preparing to leave. 

“Ah—wait, am I gonna see you again?”

“I’ll be around, as long as I don’t get caught.”

“W-what’s your name?”

The man smiled, a charming smile. “Why? Would you like to moan it as you stroke yourself to the thought of me killing people you hate?”

Eddie bashfully nodded. 

“It’s Henry. And you?”

“E-Eddie.”

“A pleasure…Eddie.” 

He watched as Henry disappeared far into the woods. 

Eddie needed to hurry home with dry blood and an obvious cum stain on his pants. 

Whatever. It was totally worth it. 

#creelson #henry creel #eddie munson #ivy.doc

[sunshinevanfleet]

oh, what a sin [ii]

ii. old friends

part three.

pairing: danny x reader, sam x reader

a/n: ok i finally finished chapter two!! for some reason i'm nervous about this part lol i just had a little trouble writing this one so i hope it's ok! no smut this time just lots of angst :O i'm getting ready to ramp up the drama so i hope ur all ready. shit's gonna get messy. hope u like. ok love u bye <3

genre: angst, some miniscule fluff (if u squint lol)

word count: 3.4k

summary: tensions rise as danny and the reader have a moment alone. her only comfort is sam's embrace.

warnings: angst, panic attacks, swearing, mentions of sex, etc.

Thoughts swimming wildly, you put on a fake smile and forced down your food. Sam sat beside you on Josh’s blanket in the grass, talking animatedly with his sister and Josie as he ate. You eyed him every now and again; he was, for once, oblivious to the thousands of thoughts racing through your head. Luckily, Ronnie was doing a decent job of distracting him from your rigid posture less than a foot away. You were pretending to watch Josh’s display of his best party trick (doing a headstand without toppling over), but you could feel a pair of eyes watching you intently.

It took everything in your power not to glance over where Danny and Jake were chatting with Karen. You wanted nothing to do with him; the whole situation was wrong. How the hell were you supposed to figure out how to tell Sam you had slept with his best friend years before? And how were you supposed to keep it from becoming an ongoing issue? Especially considering the fact that you still had dreams about Danny… Still thought about that one night with him fondly. No. You wouldn’t be able to be around him.

As Josh tumbled over into the grass for the fourth time, you felt Sam’s fingers curling around your elbow. Your plate sat practically untouched on your plate in front of you, and he had finally noticed. 

“You okay, sweets?”

You pulled your half-assed attention away from his brother. Meeting that soft gaze, your worries almost melted away. Concern played on his features, his brow furrowed slightly above those chestnut brown eyes. He was frowning.

“Sorry,” you said, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, one of his hands coming around to cradle your face gently. “Just feeling a little nauseous.” It wasn’t an outright lie; your stomach had been rolling for the past half an hour, ever since Danny waltzed into the kitchen looking just as attractive as he had all those years ago. 

“Ready to head out?” Sam’s voice was a whisper against your skin. He rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort you. The gesture eased your anxiety slightly, but it did not dull the burning stare you could feel coming from his best friend. 

“No,” you said, not wanting to rush him away from spending time with his family. “No, I think it’s just the heat.”

“Drink some water, baby,” Sam passed you a chilled bottle of water. You took it gratefully, trying to hide the trembling of your hands.

“You look pretty pale, Y/N,” said Josh. He finally gave up on his headstand, now mirroring the concerned face of his little brother beside you. “Maybe you should lay down in the guest room.”

You smiled sheepishly, “Oh, no, I don’t think it’s that serious–”

“I think you should,” Sam agreed. 

“Sammy, really, I’m okay–”

“It would make me feel better,” he said earnestly, those big eyes seeing straight through you. You cursed him in your head. It was so hard to resist him.

“All right, fine,” you sighed heavily. The water made you feel slightly less queasy, but laying down didn’t sound too bad at that point. You could use a few minutes alone, away from all the hustle and bustle to think. 

“I’ll show you the guest room,” Josh announced, rising to his feet.

“I think I can handle it, Josh, really.”

“Oh, no. What kind of host would I be? I insist.”

You laughed half-heartedly at his theatrics, but humored him. He led you through the backyard, and back into the house. The guest room was at the top of the stairs; the second room on the left. The dark curtains were splayed wide open, letting in the golden light from the sunset outside; the decor was very much maximalist– vintage photos hanging in picture frames, a bookcase full of old books and random little trinkets, emerald green wallpaper. In the corner sat a plush orange armchair, its upholstery faded with time. There were several multicolored pillows placed neatly on its cushion. A beaded curtain separated the bedroom from the large closet, where there were several flashy outfits on display. 

“Wow,” you said, taken-aback. You reached out to touch a hanging plant above your head, the little leaves shaped like hearts.

“Incredible, right?” Josh said, standing in the doorway admiring the room as much as you were. He looked like a proud father. “I’d like to take credit for this masterpiece, but a lot of this was left in the house when we bought it. The lady who owned the place before us was a true visionary.”

“So you gutted the rest?” You glanced at him as you kicked off your shoes, taking a seat on the fluffy duvet. At least a dozen pillows were piled on the bed, looking very welcoming after the long day you had. 

“Not really. Jake wanted to tone it down a bit, so we repainted most of the house. A lot of the furniture is vintage from the previous owner. We’ve got an old water bed in the other guest bedroom; Jake insisted we keep it. He thought it’d be a bit of fun,” Josh laughed, shaking his head. “Turns out it’s not as practical as he thought.”

You laughed, temporarily distracted from your dilemma downstairs. You were thankful for the bit of lighthearted conversation. “I can’t imagine that’d be an easy time,” you said, grinning. “Seems like something he’d find funny, though.”

“It is… definitely a conversation starter, at least.”

You nodded. “Well, thanks for lending me this room for the time being,” you sighed, kicking back and flopping down into the pillows. “Might take a nap.”

“I won’t keep you, then,” he said, winking. “Come calling if you need anything.”

“Mhmmm,” you replied, now sprawled out with your eyes closed. The sweet escape of sleep was looking more delicious as every second passed. The door thumped softly behind Josh as he left. 

By yourself, you were feeling a bit better; there was no creeping feeling of being watched behind your back, no worrying about Sam seeing the anxiety painted on your face, no threat of being exposed for your secret. You never thought this was something that you would have to deal with; things were much easier when Sam never had to know about your one night stand from years before. But now that it was his best friend…

You cringed at the thought. How was he supposed to react to that?

You were very close to spiraling when the door to the guest room creaked open; expecting Sam, you turned over to face the intruder. Your throat tightened immediately as Danny stepped into the room instead; he looked almost angry standing there.

“What are you doing up here?” you hissed, sitting straight up. 

Danny scoffed. “I could ask you the same,” he said plainly. 

“We can’t be up here alone,” you said. “Imagine how that would look to Sam.”

“Sam doesn’t know anything. For all he knows, we just met today.”

“Why’d you come up here anyway?”

He brushed his dark curls out of his face, shrugging from his place in front of the door. He leaned back against it, his body weight holding it shut. 

“I had to see you again. Had to make sure it was you.” He watched you with those observant eyes; they glowed a deep honey brown in the golden light spilling through the window behind you. You studied the shadows cast over his angular features, highlighting them beautifully. Despite how badly you wanted him to leave the room, everything about him was art standing there. There was no helping the physical attraction you still felt for him; his ghost haunting you for the past few years had done nothing to dull the affection you felt for him, even without knowing his name or anything the entire time. 

“It’s me,” you said, shaking your head. You wanted to laugh at the whole situation; it was like something out of a soap opera. Some luck you had. 

There was a brief, yet loaded silence between the two of you. The tension laid between you, suspended in the air like an invisible fog. It was almost palpable, wrapping around the both of you and pushing you closer together. 

“I’ve told him about you before,” said Danny suddenly.

“What?” you asked, your eyebrows pulling together.

“Told him about that night, all that time ago,” he continued. “When I was performing with that shitty band based out of Detroit, before all of this.”

“What’d you say?”

“What could I say? I didn’t know your name. Barely knew anything about you,” he laughed. It was a humorless noise, almost bitter. “You were just a girl in a bar; the hardest person in the world to get out of my head.”

“Sorry,” you said, though you weren’t sure what for. “I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

“Neither was I. You think you would be every thought in my head for the last three years if I had a choice?”

You swallowed hard. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You couldn’t sit here and do this. You hated that he had been thinking about you, too. Hated that you were stuck on his mind, in his thoughts, making his days harder. You didn’t want any of these feelings to be mutual. There was no way to admit that you knew you had fallen for him that night, too. How could you? You hadn’t even known his name.

“And now you’re with him… The universe has a really shitty sense of humor…”

“Tell me about it.”

“How’d you meet?”

You looked at him again. Behind his straight-faced facade, you could see the hurt behind his eyes. Something about it made you want him even more– that he cared enough about you that he would be hurt by the whole situation. Your stomach ached. 

“Some bar,” you muttered.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “It just keeps getting worse.”

You frowned. “I didn’t ask for this, Danny.”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door. “You met him in a bar. And what made you fall for him? What was different?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Everything was different,” you said, voice defensive. “It was a different place, a different time. I was a completely different person, for fuck’s sake.”

“And it was him, right?” He looked pained. 

“It has nothing to do with him,” you retorted. “It has everything to do with me. When we met, I was young and dumb, and messy. I went out to that bar looking for a quick fuck, and you knew that before we ever even touched each other.”

“And that was supposed to make it easier…” He let out a deep breath, as if he were trying hard to keep his composure. “You know, when I was watching you out there all over each other… I couldn’t help thinking that you were mine first…”

You bit your lip, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. You didn’t know what to say. 

“He used to call you my little bird,” he saw the look on your face, and continued, “Yeah, I told him about that. Saw you out there, little freebird. I told him how you’d walked into the room and everyone else just faded into the background.” You remembered him calling you that. It came up in your daydreams. Haunted you on lonely nights. 

A pang shot through your chest. You felt very suddenly like you were going to vomit on the hardwood floor. 

“Danny, please– can we do this later? I can’t take it–”

“He knew I was in love with you. I told him everything I could remember, every little detail– I mean, he’s my best friend. Fuck.”

“Did you expect him to know?”

“No, how could he? I never even got your name. Tried to find you for the longest time, though.” He shook his head. “There’s no way he would’ve guessed anyway. Doesn’t seem like you’re much the same.”

“You’re not either.”

“Not at all,” he sighed. There was so much left to say, so many questions going unanswered, but you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him anymore. It was too tempting; he was too tempting, standing there all tall and lean, curls splayed around his head glowing like a halo in the sunset. The juxtaposition of his appearance and how he was making you feel startled you; he felt like the furthest thing from an angel right now. 

“I should get out of here,” he said after a moment. You said nothing, but nodded. 

He slipped out of the bedroom, leaving you to your racing mind once again. You wanted Sam; he was always your comfort. You wanted to crawl under the covers with him, and bury your face in his neck. You wanted his slow breaths in your ear, his arms tangled around you. But how was he supposed to comfort you while you were heartbroken over his best friend? You had no one to tell, no escape from the reality staring you in the face. 

Danny’s hurt expression flashed behind your eyelids every time you blinked. The last time you saw each other, he was all teasing smirks and bright eyes. You hated this different version of him; this version that wanted you and couldn’t have you. If you had known he had been pining over you all of these years… It hurt more that you knew he felt the same. You should have left your number with him all that time ago. 

You remembered leaving his hotel room that night, slipping out of bed still wearing his stupid button-up shirt. It still hung in your closet at home, wrinkled and worn from years of use. At the time, it crossed your mind to leave a note, your name, your phone number, something. But you thought it would look desperate; after all, he had wanted a one night stand, too. Neither of you were looking for a commitment. 

You laughed to yourself, laying there with tears in your eyes. Life could be so funny, sometimes. 

Wiping your eyes, you told yourself not to be so ridiculous. How could you have seriously fallen in love with a total stranger? How could you even question your loyalty to Sam over a guy you slept with one time, years ago? The sex had been memorable because you hadn’t had a partner who satisfied you in a long time, but now… Well, you were perfectly happy in your relationship. Jovial, even. 

But, as you slipped off of the bed and padded downstairs, you only began to feel worse. You peeked out the backdoor at the others outside; another wave of nausea overcame you as you saw Sam and Danny joking around. They were laughing at something Josie was saying. The tears were back immediately–you felt like a complete villain. Your chest tightened, a lump forming in your throat as you stood there watching. You knew things could only get worse… How would you justify accidentally breaking up the life-long friendship between them?

More than anything, you just wanted to go home. You stood there wishing that Sam would come inside to check on you; he would see your teary eyes and your face drained of all its color and sweep you off to the car immediately. He would mutter comforting words to you as he held your hand on the car ride home, his thumb tracing hearts into your skin. He always knew just how to make you feel better. Thinking of this, you were on the brink of sobbing uncontrollably. You stood frozen in the hallway between the stairs and the kitchen still watching them. The muscles in your legs wouldn’t work; you needed to get back upstairs, or in the bathroom, or anywhere you wouldn’t be caught bawling your eyes out. 

But, as always, Sam knew you too well. He muttered something to Danny and Josie, then you saw him turning towards the house. He was coming to check on you. You forced yourself to turn away from the door, slipping into the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs. The door was half open behind you as you gripped the sink, your hands shaking.

You heard the sweet call of your name from the kitchen, and it sent your heart aflutter. He was the first and last person you wanted to talk to right now. It would break him if you told him what was actually wrong. It would break you to have to keep your secret. 

“Hey, sweets?” He was approaching the bottom of the stairs, noticing the sliver of light spilling out from the bathroom. “Hey,” he said, pushing the door open. “Josie said she thought she saw you–”

Your eyes finally met in the reflection, and you saw his smile fall into an expression of deep worry. In the mirror, you tore your gaze away and choked back a sob.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” He grasped your shoulders with the gentlest of touches, turning you to face him. You immediately buried your face in his shirt, your entire body racked with sobs.

“I– wanna go home,” you said shakily. You gripped his shirt with trembling hands, the fabric gripped in your fingers so tightly that it hurt. You never wanted to let him go, couldn’t let him go for fear of losing him. None of this would ever be worth losing your Sammy. You had to tell him, before it became deceitful.

He nodded immediately, “All right,” he said. “Okay, I’ll take you home, sweets. Come on.” Using the pads of his thumbs, he brushed the tears off of your face, and stroked your skin. He looked you in the eyes for a moment. 

“I need you to relax, Y/N,” his voice was hushed, almost afraid. He never called you Y/N. 

“I–I’m trying,” you gasped, trying to match his breaths. You were basically in full on panic mode, your nerves torn to shreds after the events of the afternoon.

“I know you are, honey,” he said. You focused on the feeling of his touch, finger caressing your cheek. You breathed in his scent, listened to the warm sound of his voice. He was holding you steady, grounding you. “That’s it. Just breathe…”

You matched his pace of breathing, your heart rate slowly sinking down to a normal level. Tears still trickled down your face, though you were no longer being strangled on your own sobs. He very delicately pulled you into his arms, hugging you as if you were made out of glass.

“You’re okay, sweets,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. Always.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on only him. You let his presence drown out all of your worries; the twinge of lemongrass essential oil mixed with his natural musk, the strong grasp of his arms encircling you, the tickle of the ends of his hair on your face. You melted into his embrace, finally able to clear your mind. 

“Thank you,” you breathed at last, when you felt almost back to normal. His lips pressed briefly to your hair, and he released you. He smiled at you, brushing your hair back off of your forehead. “How bad do I look?”

He managed a small laugh. “You don’t look bad, sweets,” he poked your cheek playfully. “You’re just red… Kinda cute, like a strawberry…”

You wrinkled your nose, swatting at his finger. “A strawberry, are you serious?” But you laughed. You laughed despite it all, and that was enough. 

“Go on to the car, my little strawberry,” he said, kissing your temple and passing you the car keys from his shirt pocket. “I’m gonna go get Rosie Posie, and say goodbye.” 

You followed his directions, slipping off to the car. You hated that you were giving the Kiszkas a good old Irish goodbye, but it made you feel much better to be out in Sam’s car, waiting for him to take you home. At least there, you could pretend that the latter half of today had never happened. Losing yourself in his embrace was the only thing you could think about. You needed more than anything to be alone with your Sammy, disconnected from the rest of the world.

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[shipperofdoomedships]

This idea popped up in my head like two weeks ago and wouldn't go away so for what its worth here it is

When Jade and Tori first started dating, everyone assumed Jade would be her usual jealous self and scare away anyone that even talked to Tori who wasn’t part of their friend group. Much to everyone’s surprise Jade seemed to calm down significantly. When cautiously questioned about it by Cat one day Jade simply said “I trust Tori, I know she would never cheat on me and she knows I’d never cheat on her, plus she just makes me...happy” Cat’s eyes widened but she knew better than to push Jade any further with questions so she just smiled and gave Jade a hug saying “I’m happy for you Jadey, Sam makes me feel the same way. Hey we should totally go on a double date sometime!” Cat was honestly expecting an outright no or maybe even a small threat at the suggestion but another shock came when Jade simply said “Sure Cat, I’ll talk to Vega about it and we’ll plan something this weekend”. Cat squealed and rushed to find her phone to call Sam with the news. 

Tori on the other hand handled jealousy just a little bit different. She didn’t get jealous over people talking to Jade, she even laughed when she noticed someone trying to casually flirt with Jade and sometimes wished she had popcorn for when Jade verbally eviscerated whoever was foolish enough to try to come between them. One thing she hated though was when guys would openly leer at certain parts of Jade’s anatomy and make crude comments in hushed whispers. She knew her girlfriend was gorgeous. She would guiltily admit to checking her out (looking respectfully as she liked to think) before they ever started dating. What drove her up the wall was guys looking at Jade like an object. Tori knew the guys that did that would shit themselves if Jade ever caught them but they apparently had no issues doing it around her and even openly saying crude comments in front of her. They found out one day what a mistake that was. 

Tori was leaning against Jade’s locker scrolling through her phone and waiting on Jade to finish a project she was working on with Cat. She heard footsteps approaching behind her and she turned towards the noise. Much to her utter exasperation it was three of the guys who were usually the culprits when it came to ogling her girlfriend. Tori rolled her eyes when one started walking towards her with a smirk on his face. Tori was about to try to politely tell him to go away when he leaned against Jade’s locker with one hand, getting very much in Tori’s personal space and said “sooo, the guys and I have a bet going on if Jade’s nipples are pierced. Care to tell us so we know who won?” 

 To this day Tori doesn’t actually know what came over her in that moment, all she can remember is feeling absolute rage at his words and actions. Tori reached behind her and pulled a pair of scissors out of her back pocket. They were black and the handles were painted to look like they were splattered with blood. Tori had found them at a thrift store and knew Jade would love them. The guy looked at the scissors puzzled but before he could say anything Tori grabbed him by his shirt and flipped them slamming him against the locker. Pushing the tip of the scissors to his throat she said “Now you listen and make sure you hear every word I’m about to say, understood?” With wide eyes the guy jerkily nods and says “ok..sure..yeah..whatever you say”. Tori leans closer and pushes the scissors a little further against his throat and whispers loudly so the other guys can hear it too “Jade is my girlfriend, and even more she’s a human being. She is not some object for you to ogle and make crude comments about. I want it to stop now and I want it to not happen again, ever. Do you understand me?” The guy squeezes his legs together (Tori realizes later he did that to try to stop himself from peeing his pants) and squeaks out a “yes ma’am” before tears form in his eyes and he starts mumbling a prayer to whoever is listening. Tori removes the scissors from his throat and growls “Leave, now! Before I put real blood on these”. Not having to be told twice the guy and his two friends quickly sprint away and out of the school.  

Pocketing the scissors Tori turns around to lean on the locker again when she see’s Jade and Cat standing in front of her with varying expressions on their faces. Cat looks shocked and a little bit scared but quickly gives Tori a huge smile and says “That was awesome Tori!” before giving her a quick hug making Tori laugh. Tori looks up at Jade and for once she can’t immediately read Jade’s expression. Jade calmly walks closer to Tori and says “Cat, can you give Tori and I a minute?”. Cat smirks and says “KK” before skipping down the hallway and out of the school. Tori starts to say something but Jade immediately grabs Tori by the face and kisses the breath out of her. After a few minutes Lane walks by and says “Take it off school grounds please ladies”. Breaking apart Tori chuckles and says “Sorry Lane, we’re leaving now”. Jade takes Tori’s hand and they walk out of the school towards Cat who’s waiting by Jade’s car. Tori stops them after she realizes she forgot to give Jade her gift. Pulling the scissors from her back pocket she says “I found these the other day and immediately thought of you. I hope you like them”. Jade takes the scissors and smiles while inspecting them. She looks up at Tori after a few seconds with a soft smile on her face and says “Vega, how would you feel about us sharing a last name someday? I don’t care which one, and I know it won’t be for a few years. I just want you to know that I want to marry you one day.” Tori has a shocked smile on her face and promptly kisses Jade against her car then whispers in her ear “How about we hyphenate, Vega-West?” Jade smiles and nods but before she can lean in to kiss Tori again Cat pipes in with “Could you two stop making out long enough to take me home please? I also have a girlfriend I would like to be kissing right now”. Jade and Tori both chuckle before Jade says “Sure kitten, let’s get you home to Sam”. 

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 91)

Summary: Following the final battle, there’s one last mission for Steve to complete before he can officially retire

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Fluff! Light Angst!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 91: One Last Mission

4 weeks. 4 weeks was all it took for the news cycles to move on from the initial shock of the snap to people debating whether it was the right thing to do. Steve knew this was going to happen, Tony warned him about it and he’d been preparing himself for it. Steve had planned to ban himself from watching the news but it was practically impossible.

So here he was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, flipping the TV remote over in his hand as he watched the news with intensity. They were currently showing a piece where they’d gone out to ask the general public what they thought. There were the typical answers of people being happy and grateful that their loved ones had returned, some were mad to find their houses had been sold while they were gone. There was even someone who outright said it was better during the snap.

Steve at that point had had enough and was about to turn off the TV when one comment made him pause “Yeah I’m grateful and all that but you can’t deny the chaos the world is in now trying to sort it all out and the Avengers have all disappeared, I don’t see them out here trying to help, I mean where’s Cap? We need him” the woman said as she shook her head.

“you know you shouldn’t be watching that,” you scold gently, walking over to stand behind the couch, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"I know” Steve sighs leaning back, your hands sliding down to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, he tilts his head back so he could look up at you “It’s just hard sometimes”

“I know, everyone has opinions but just remember it doesn’t make it true,” you say leaning down to kiss his forehead, you then reach out to take the remote from his hands and turn off the TV.

“you’re right” Steve sighs lifting his head as you walked around the back of the couch to sit down beside him “I mean that woman was wrong, there’s lots of us Avengers out there trying to help, they can’t be everywhere… maybe I should be out there trying to help”

“Steve it's okay to be taking some time to rest, there’s so much help and initiatives that are being launched by the Avengers that are helping people,” you tell him as you tuck yourself into his side, hand resting on his chest, over his heart “they just can’t see it because it isn’t a physical symbol”

Steve hums nodding his head “True… I guess people aren’t ready for a world without Captain America but it's out of my hands, the shield is gone” Steve sighs.

“what would you do if Thanos hadn’t destroyed it? would you still be serving?” you ask him.

“god no” Steve states shaking his head, his hand moving to cover yours “My time is done, all I want is to be here with you and JJ and just be a civilian”

A smile tugs at your lips as you lean in to kiss his cheek “Me too”

Steve smiles turning his head to look at you, cupping your cheek and guiding your lips to his for a slow but sweet kiss.

“I’d probably pass the shield on to someone else, Captain America doesn’t have to be me… just a good person” Steve sighs his hand resting over yours once more, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand.

“who would you pick? Bucky?” you ask.

Steve shakes his head “Bucky is a perfect soldier, even before everything… but I don’t think he’d be comfortable taking it on, at least not yet…” Steve explains before glancing over at a photo on the wall that was taken Christmas day in Wakanda “But Sam would be perfect, he’s a good man”

“Would he want that responsibility?” you wonder out loud.

“Maybe not… but I hope so” Steve sighs.

A knock on the front door disrupts your conversation, the both of you glancing over in the direction of the door “I’ll go” you whisper kissing Steve quickly before climbing off the couch.

Steve relaxed back on the couch as waited for you to return, but found himself sitting up when he heard three sets of footsteps walking back towards him. He looked over his shoulder, frowning when he saw Bruce and Sam walking into the living room behind you. Bruce with a slightly nervous look on his face, Sam with an unpleased look on his face.

“what’s wrong?” Steve asks instantly.

“Nothing,” Sam says “We just need you to settle something” he adds with a sigh looking up at Bruce.

Steve arches a brow, glancing over at you to see if you had any idea what they meant but you just shrugged your shoulders.

“me and Hank have finished making the quantum tunnel to put the stones back” Bruce explains rubbing his chin “But we need to decide who is going back to do it”

“and Bruce thinks it should be you, but I told him you’re done with missions” Sam states shaking his head as he glanced up at Bruce.

“why me?” Steve asks confused.

“because it needs to be someone who was there when we got the stones, who knows where exactly we got them from” Bruce explains “which rules out the majority of us, I can’t because of this” Bruce says gesturing to his arm “Thor doesn’t want to return to Asgard again, Clint doesn’t want to go back to Vormir, Scott barely knew about the stones to begin with, and the guardians are out trying to help everyone out in the rest of the universe and only you know where you got the Tesseract from”

“right…” Steve sighs his head dropping as he rubbed his hands together.

“Steve you don’t have to do this, you deserve to rest, I can go instead” Sam argues.

“it's too risky, you might not put them back in the right place” Bruce states turning to face Sam.

As the two of them continued to argue Steve looked up, his eyes meeting yours. A silent conversation passed between the two of you, you reminding him that he didn’t need to do it, him telling you that he wants to and asking if that was okay. You give him a reassuring nod in response, a small proud smile on your face.

“Bruce is right, it can’t be you Sam,” Steve says looking over at the pair of them.

“well then someone else then! It doesn’t have to be you Steve” Sam argues shaking his head at Steve.

“It's okay Sam, it’ll be quicker and easier if I do it, less risky” Steve standing up from the couch “One last mission”

“Are you sure Steve?” Bruce asks.

“yeah” Steve nods glancing over at you “A trip down memory lane to end on doesn’t seem so bad,” he says with a small smirk.

“Good, we can do it this weekend if you want? That should give us enough time to get Thor to give the hammer back” Bruce says nodding his head, as he does so an idea pops into Steve’s head, smiling to himself as he glances over at Sam.

“easier said than done” you smirk, but when Steve looked over at you he could see the smile on his face that told that you knew exactly what he was thinking and agreed.

“we’ll leave it up to you then, use your little sister magic,” Sam says winking at you and making you laugh “We’ll see you this weekend then” he adds before the two of them make their way out.

That weekend you and Steve left JJ and Scout with Roberta before making your way to the compound. As you climbed out of the car you took a deep breath as you looked out at the wasteland that was once the Avengers headquarters. You recalled the vision you had all those years ago when Wanda invaded your mind, you’d seen the compound become a wasteland and you’d hoped it was just a fear not a reality but here it was.

“you alright?” Steve asks walking around the car, his hand taking yours.

You let out a long sigh as you nodded your head “Yeah… just still can’t believe it's all gone” You sigh.

“me neither… it held so many important memories” Steve agrees with a smile looking over to the lake and jetty where he proposed, where you’d gotten married.

As he looked around at all the damage he spotted the bronze corner of the memorial that stood for the past 5 years, poking out from the rubble. That was a sight he didn’t miss, the reminder of the years you were gone, the times he’d seen you walk these grounds knowing it was only his mind playing tricks.

“Hopefully we can visit the lake again once everything is cleaned up,” you say hopefully.

A smile tugs at Steve’s lips as he looks down at you “That would be lovely” he says lifting your knuckles to his lips “Now c’mon they’re all waiting for us” The two of you walk over to the temporary base that had been set up in a clearing that had remained mostly undamaged. There wasn’t much just a few tents and boxes that held any recovered items such as tech and belongings.

Ahead of you was the quantum tunnel, Bruce at the controls setting everything up, Sam and Bucky stood to the side. You smiled when you saw Bucky, stepping away from Steve to go over and hug him.

“oh I’m so glad to see you, how are you?” you smile hugging him tightly.

“Good, I met with my new therapist this morning, she’s nice, has an annoying thing with her notebook though” Bucky chuckles.

Steve laughs shaking his head “Yeah that irritated me too, but it works and I can’t fault her for that” He shrugs.

“yeah, and thanks again for setting me up with that lawyer, he’s really good,” Bucky says smiling over at Steve.

“It’s nothing I’m just glad Barber was able to get you a good deal” Steve smiles clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“yeah, so what’s the plan now that you’re a free man?” you ask Bucky a warm smile on your face.

“dunno, I got myself a small apartment in Brooklyn, think I’m just gonna take it slow and get used to it” Bucky shrugs a lopsided smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you buck” Steve smiles “I better go get ready, I’ll see you in a few,” he says before walking off towards Bruce and Sam.

“you seem pretty chipper considering your husband is about to go on another mission,” Bucky says moving to stand bedside you nudging you with his elbow.

“I trust him, plus he has something special planned,” you say with a smirk.

“Oh, he’s doing it today?” Bucky asks arching a brow.

“he told you?” you look up at him in surprise.

“yeah after the court hearing, he pulled me aside and told me the plan” Bucky smiles nodding over to Sam who was standing talking to Bruce.

“and how do you feel?” you ask him, hoping he wasn’t disappointed.

“relieved” Bucky breathed out “I’m not the right person, probably wasn’t either back in the 40s, but Sam is good, he’s a perfect fit” He smiles.

Across the way, Steve was walking out of one of the small tents now changed into his suit. He glanced over at you, smiling when he saw you and Bucky talking both with warm smiles on your faces. He fastened the quantum device onto his wrist and walked over to Bruce and Sam.

“ready cap?” Bruce asks, Steve nodding his head in response “Remember you have to return the stones to the exact moment you got ‘em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities” he warns as he opens the case containing all the stones.

“Don't worry Bruce” Steve reassures him closing the case “Clip all the branches”

“you know I tried” Bruce muttered quietly, Steve looked up at him knowing exactly what he meant before he even said it “When I had the gauntlet, the stones, I really tried to bring her back… I miss her man”

Steve gave Bruce a sad smile “Me too” he whispered with a small nod.

Steve picked up the case and turned to face Sam, giving him a small nod before they began walking over to you and Bucky.

“you know if you want, I could come with you” Sam offers making Steve chuckle, almost every day Sam had texted him reminding him he didn’t need to do it and that he could step in.

But Steve couldn’t have him joining him on this mission “You’re a good man Sam” he smiles “This one’s on me though”

“c’mon this thing is getting heavy” you call out holding up Mjolnir.

Steve laughs “That’s bullshit and you know it” he calls back as he walks over “Don’t you two do anything stupid til I get back” he warns playfully.

Bucky gives him a reminiscent smile “How can we? You’re taking all the stupid with you” he points out.

Steve laughs pulling Bucky in for a hug, he then turns to you pressing a kiss to your cheek “See you in a minute princess” he promises as you pass him the hammer.

Steve walks onto the small platform, activating the quantum suit. Looking back down at you and sending you a wink.

“how long is this gonna take?” Sam asks glancing over at Bruce.

“for him as long as he needs, for us five seconds” Bruce explains still hitting some buttons “You ready cap?” Steve glances over his shoulder nodding at Bruce “All right we’ll meet you back here okay?”

“you bet” Steve nods sending you a lopsided smirk as the helmet appears over his head.

He listened to Bruce begin the countdown, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself for the jump. Just like before, there was a flash of light and the floor appeared to disappear from below him as he entered the quantum tunnel to begin his mission.

So far the mission was going perfectly, Steve had returned the power stone, mind, time and soul stone. He had to admit he was a bit shocked and pissed to find out that red skull had never actually died on that ship, but he could live with the fact that he was now permanently imprisoned on Vormir. He was also much happier to see your past self again, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed you back the sceptre, making him even more excited to get home to you.

His current stop was Asgard and he was grateful for the month you and him spent together here while on the run, otherwise he’d be completely lost. He was just waiting behind a pillar for the guards to leave Jane’s room so he could sneak in and inject her with the reality stone.

“ah so you must be Captain Rogers” he heard a woman say behind him.

Steve quickly spun around, coming face to face with a woman he didn’t recognise. She smiled warmly at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“don’t look so alarmed” she smiled shaking her head “but I have to say you’re going to struggle sneaking in there to put the stone back”

Steve blinked a couple of times in shock, glancing down at the device that held the reality stone in his hand before looking back up at the woman. He studied her for a moment before realising he did recognise her, not from the features she shared with Thor, but by your descriptions of her.

“Frigga” Steve muttered in amazement.

“yes, don’t worry I’m not here to stop you, I just wanted to meet the man who captured my daughter’s heart” Frigga smiles holding her hands up as she took a couple of steps closer to him.

“she told you about me?”  Steve shook his head in disbelief, he knew that at this point in the timeline you and him were still only friends, he was only just realising his feelings for you.

“yes, even though right now she doesn’t realise it, she’s loved you a very long time” Frigga smiles warmly “Thor also told me you two have a son together”

Steve let out a small watery huff of a laugh “Yeah” he nods “He’s called James, or JJ and he’s- he’s amazing and so much like Y/N” He smiles proudly “I um actually have a photo if you want to see it?”

Frigga smiles, her hands resting on her heart “I’d love to”

Steve pulls out the folded-up photo he had of you and JJ passing it over to her. She coos at the photo, tears welling up in her eyes as she gazed down upon it.

“I’m so proud of her, of both of you” She smiles as she passes back the photo, letting out a long sigh before saying “Fate is a cruel thing… knowing I won’t be around to meet him”

Steve’s lips parted in shock “You-you know?” he manages to say.

Frigga gives him a small but brave smile “Yes, I had my suspicions after seeing Thor, knowing you didn’t recognise me confirmed it” she admits sadly “but I’ve accepted it, even if it pains me”

“Y/N misses you so much,” Steve says quietly.

“I know” she sighs before forcing a bigger smile “So while I have you,” she says reaching out to take his hand “I want you to tell me every single detail that I missed, especially your wedding day,” she says squeezing his hand.

Steve took a deep shaky breath, blinking back his own tears as he smiled over at your mother “It would be my honour” he smiles.

Frigga smiles leading him down the corridor and into a small room full of different trinkets, sitting down on a small couch. For the next hour or so Steve recalled every single detail about his life with you, the moment he realised his feelings, when the two of you finally got together, the day he proposed and your wedding. He told her about all the times you looked after him, supported him when he needed it and how you were willing to put your life on hold to go on the run with him. She smiled warmly when he told her about the time you brought him to Asgard and then found out shortly after you were pregnant with JJ. He even talked about the years you were gone, and how desperate he’d been to get you back.

“she misses this place so much, I don’t think she ever expected that it would be gone someday, with barely anything to remember it by” Steve sighed looking around.

“yes that is understandable, and while Asgard may never truly be gone as it is its people rather than a place, I do have something that may help,” Frigga says standing up and walking over to one of the many shelves in the room.

Steve watches as she carefully plucks a gold dish from a shelf, placing it in her palm and waving her hand above it a couple of times. She then returns back to Steve, taking his hand and placing the dish in his palm, tapping the centre of the disc. Steve’s eyes widened in surprise at the image floating above the dish, letting out a warm chuckle when he realised it was footage of you as a child.

“her own little history book, one she can show to JJ and any other future children so they can learn and remember their ancestry” Frigga smiles closing his fingers around the dish.

“This is amazing thank you so much,” Steve says shaking his head in amazement.

“anything for family, now is there anything I can do to help with that?” Frigga asks pointing to the stone.

“yes, you said so yourself I probably can’t sneak in, and Jane will probably recognise me,” Steve says “So can I ask you to do it? you just have to inject it into her”

“consider it done” Frigga smiles as he passes her the reality stone.

“And what about this?” Steve says holding up the hammer.

Frigga waves her hand dismissively “Oh just leave that anywhere, Thor is constantly leaving it lying around all over the place so it won’t look out of place” she chuckles.

Steve laughs along with her, placing the hammer down on the side “It was lovely meeting you Frigga, you raised such an amazing daughter” He smiles warmly.

“it was an honour meeting you too Steve, look after my kids for me and make sure Thor eats a salad,” she tells him with a kind smile.

“I promise, goodbye Frigga,” Steve says summoning his quantum suit.

“Goodbye Steve” she smiles as Steve disappears into the quantum realm to finish his mission.

“and returning in five, four, three, two, one…” Bruce says but nothing happened.

Your heart lurched at the empty space where Steve should be. You instantly start to panic, what had something gone horribly wrong, you couldn’t face living without Steve, you weren’t strong enough.

“oops sorry pressed the wrong button” Bruce apologised sheepishly “This one is different to the others you have to send out a signal for him to return, safety line kinda thing”

“well press it and bring him back!” you exclaim, eyes wide.

Bruce nods quickly, pressing the correct button this time, the machine whirring and Steve appearing out of thin air. You let out a sigh of relief quickly running up onto the machine and launching yourself into Steve’s arms.

He stumbled slightly, shocked at the impact but his arms wrapped around you tightly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses to the exposed skin there.

“hey it's okay, what’s wrong?” he asked brushing some hair out of your face before cupping your cheek.

“Bruce pressed the wrong stupid button so you were gone for more than 5 seconds and I panicked thinking something had gone wrong and you weren’t coming back” you admit tears welling up in your eyes.

“Nothing is ever gonna take me away from you, I swear” Steve promised, his voice barely above a whisper, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to your lips.

“did you get it” you whisper once you parted, a smirk grows on Steve's lips as he nods.

“was it a success?” Sam asks as you and Steve step down from the machine.

“all stones safely back where they belong, and I even managed to bring back presents” Steve smirks slinging off the large brown bag that was on his back, you watch as he unzips the bag pulling out his unbroken shield and holds it out for Sam to take.

“what-“ Sam mutters in confusion.

“like you told me many times, I deserve to relax and live a happy retirement, but the world still needs Captain America and I couldn’t think of a better person for the job” Steve explains.

Sam looks back at the both of you with shock “Go on try it on” you smile nodding gently.

Sam was still speechless as he reached out to take the shield from Steve, slipping it onto his arm “How does it feel?” Steve asks.

“like it’s somebody else's” Sam admits shaking his head.

“it isn’t” Steve reassures him “Captain America is a mantle, a symbol, it can’t belong to just one person”

Sam takes a deep and shaky breath looking down at the shield on his arm “Thank you Steve but-“ he says with a sigh.

“Sam” Steve interrupts “it’s yours now, there’s no one I trust more to carry on with the legacy of Captain America, do whatever you feel right with it, keep it, store it, put it in a museum, just promise me you’ll take some time to think it over”

“I will Steve” Sam nods “thank you, I’ll – I’ll do my best” He smiles gratefully holding out his hand.

Steve smiles shaking Sam’s hand “That’s why it's yours,” he says.

Sam lets out a small huff of a laugh “Now you two get out of here” he chuckles nodding to you and Steve.

You smile up at Steve, wrapping your arm around his waist. As you looked up at him you were amazed to see how relaxed and free he looked, like a massive weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. He seemed calm and at peace, something that made you so unbelievably proud.

You both said your goodbyes, you making Bucky promise that he would keep in touch and visit soon, before making your way back to the car. Once you got to the car you were surprised when Steve came to a stop, turning to face you.

“I got you a little present too” he smiles down at you.

You blink a couple of times in surprise as he lifts your hand, turning it so it was palm up before reaching into his pocket and placing a small gold dish in your hand. You look up at him in confusion, unsure what it was or what it meant. Steve just smiled warmly down at you before tapping the centre of the dish.

Your breath caught when an image of you as a child playing with Thor and Loki appeared above the dish. You watched with tears in your eyes as your two fully grown brothers chased you around, Loki summoning illusions to make you think he was in front of you making you squeal with laughter. Thor then swooped in scooping you up into his arms and throwing you up high into the air, safely catching you once you began to fall. The scene then changed and you saw you and your mother sitting together, you were a bit older this time, a pre-teen appearance-wise. The both of you were giggling with each other as Odin talked in the background. More and more scenes of your time on Asgard appeared in front of you, tears flowing down your face, knowing you finally had a way to remember and see your family at all times.

“Steve I-“ you mutter shaking your head in disbelief “How?” you managed to say.

“while I was returning the reality stone and the hammer, I ran into your mother, I think she might have actually been waiting for me” Steve explained with a light chuckle.

“you met my mother?” you gasp in shock.

“yeah, I did” Steve smiles reaching up to cup your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb “We spoke for a bit, I got to tell her all about our lives, about JJ, I even showed her the picture I have of you and JJ in my suit and she’s so unbelievably proud of you”

You let out a loud sob hearing that, Steve wraps his arms around you pulling you into his embrace, letting you sob into his chest “I miss her so much” you whimper.

“I know princess, I know” he whispered pressing kisses to the top of your head “It's why she made you this,” Steve says his hand resting beneath yours “so you could always see and remember your family”

You shake your head “Thank you so so much Steve, this is… amazing I love you so much” you say looking up at him with pure love and gratitude.

“I love you so much too princess, always” Steve smiles cupping your cheeks and bringing your lips up to his for a languid kiss full of love.

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Daddy's Getting Hot - also on AO3

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Adam attempts a new experiment, something he's had in his head for a few years now. Daddy's home. He thinks.

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I edited this while listening to Caramelldansen. Title from Unholy by Sam Smith feat. Kim Petras.

Concept inspired by this video, which I can't watch without laughing. Sorry, Hanger. You're just too damned cute! Paging @sarahcakes613. Sarah, Daddy kink is on the line for you.

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Adam gets the idea from Instagram. He’s not on as much anymore, but he still plays around with it from time to time.

OMG Mox is so Daddy in this, he sees commented on a random video of Mox. He continues to scroll, and it’s a pattern. He outright snorts when he sees someone refer to Matt as Daddy, but it gives him an idea.

“That could work,” he says out loud.

Matt pokes his head out from the bathroom. “You good?”

Adam nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. Almost done?”

“My hair got stuck in the brush again so I’ll be a second,” Matt huffs. “This is why I tell you not to bring that brush.”

“My hair is curly!” Adam laughs. “I need different hair brushes. If you hate it so much, bring your own.”

“That requires me to think before I pack, and I’m above that,” Matt says, and his smile is so stupid Adam can’t do anything but roll his eyes.

“You’re the worst.”

“And you love me for it!”

~

They’re backstage for this Dynamite, mostly. Neither of them has much to do but check in with other wrestlers, coordinate. Adam’s absorbed some leadership activities without his permission, something Kenny once called sexually transmitted EVP, and he spends the evening on the phone, wondering how he can get out of this next time.

“And let catering know we need separate containers for the gluten and dairy free options!” Tony yells at Adam.

Adam rolls his eyes and relays the information as gently as he can, and hangs up.

“I am going to intentionally fuck up an order or something next week so nobody makes me use a phone,” he grumbles as he walks into the EVP room and drops his head into Matt’s lap.

“You aren’t good at fucking up on purpose, though,” Matt says, and Adam lets his eyes close as Matt runs his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Just ask Tony if he can put you on anything else.”

“Yeah,” Adam murmurs, getting comfortable. “Maybe I can be in charge of, like, directing people to locker rooms or something.

The jet lag’s getting to him and he’s almost asleep when the door bangs open.

“Jesus effing Christ, people in this building don’t know when to shut up.”

Adam’s jolted all the way awake by something heavy landing on his legs. “Hey!”

“Hi, Hanger,” Nick says, patting his thighs, where he doesn’t have his bony ass on them, that is. “You okay?”

“I was asleep, you shit,” Adam says. He twists, and Nick faceplants on the floor. “You deserved that.”

“Matt, tell your boyfriend to stop beating me up.”

“Apologize to your best friend for sitting on him,” Matt replies primly, and he pulls Adam back into his lap.

Adam grins up at him. “Do I finally beat Nick in an argument?” he asks. “Do I win?”

“Only because, this time, you were right,” Matt says, and he goes back to scrolling his phone with one hand and stroking Adam’s hair with the other. “Next time check if he’s sleeping, Nick. God. Be courteous.”

Nick glares. “Courteous?” he says. He stands up. “Courteous? You weren’t too courteous when you walked in the locker room a few weeks ago.”

Matt shrugs. “Lock it next time so I don’t have to see you bent over for Christian effing Cage.”

Adam sits up so fast his head spins. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Matt gets a little smile on his face while Nick starts making a noise that reminds Adam of when his dog smelled a coyote outside. “I never said anything because Nick wasn’t being annoying yet and swore me to secrecy, but if he’s going to be a bitch, I will be, too.”

“You are the worst brother,” Nick grumbles, throwing himself into a chair across the room. “You said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“And you said you’d stop being a douchebag,” Matt says. He finally looks up at Nick. “Go complain to your sugar daddy or something.”

“He’s not my – he bought me one pair of sneakers!”

Adam shoves his face into Matt’s stomach, but it doesn’t stop him from laughing so hard his shoulders shake.

Nick throws what Adam can only assume is a sneaker at Adam’s back. “I’m glad I sat on you.”

~

Tony gives them the okay to get back to the hotel early and Adam is giddy with anticipation. He’d hid in the locker room while Nick and Matt had done some work around the venue, so he’d come up with a plan. A new Matt experiment.

“Get your ass in that elevator,” he says, crowding Matt closer to the wall.

“Chill,” Matt laughs, meeting his eyes in the reflection of the metal. “You’re not usually the one being all desperate.”

He slides his hands into Matt’s front pockets, yanking him back against Adam. Matt rolls his hips and finds Adam already hard. “Hard not to be when I have you to look forward to.”

“I guess,” Matt says, pulling away when the elevator doors open. An older couple step out and frown at them. Adam responds by rolling his eyes and shoving Matt into the elevator a little rougher than necessary, but the way Matt practically climbs him when the doors close tell him he made the right move.

“Okay, I’m on board,” Matt says. “What’s the plan? Any experiments?”

Adam nods, leaning down to press a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “A surprise,” he murmurs.

Matt pulls back, eyebrows raised. “A surprise? Like a new vibrator?”

“No – god, we just got you a new one.” He pulls Matt in for a kiss, unable to resist. “It’s not a thing. It’s a – it’s a word?” He frowns. “Sort of.”

Matt tilts his head to the side, like he’s trying to read Adam’s mind. “Okay,” he says. “Sure.”

The elevator dings and Adam almost throws Matt out of it. He needs to bury himself so deep inside of Matt the next person to pull him out of there will be crowned the king of England, and he can’t do that in public.

“Room,” he says, hands on Matt’s ass, “now.”

“Your hands are in the pocket with my wallet,” Matt replies. “You open it.”

Adam does is best to grope intently as he can before pulling out the wallet and pushing Matt up against the door. “Could fuck you right here,” he murmurs in Matt’s ear. “Anybody could walk by and see you getting fucked so good you forget your own name.”

Matt exhales shakily. “You could,” he says. “You should.”

“We’d get kicked out,” Adam says, swiping the card. Matt slaps his hand away as he pushes open the door.

Adam yanks the door closed behind them and shoves Matt up against it, kissing him so hard his own head spins. Matt opens his mouth and leans into it, throwing a leg around Adam’s waist and yanking him in. Adam grabs him and turns, throwing him onto the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he says. “Now.”

Matt does so in a frenzy, his tee shirt hitting Adam in the head, and Adam takes the moment to grin. “What?” Matt asks.

“I just – I love you.” Adam sighs. “You know that, right?” He steps over to the bed and flops on top of Matt, earning a giggle. “Always.”

Matt nods and caresses Adam’s cheek. “Always,” Matt echoes, like a promise. “So, are you still gonna eff me so hard I feel it tomorrow, or are you gonna cry again?”

Adam huffs. “That was twice, and it was your fault.”

“And?” Matt asks. “Crying tonight. Got it.”

Adam flips Matt over, kneading his ass. “Not quite.”

He opens up Matt fast, not quite as roughly as the week before, but still with a speed he doesn’t usually aim for. Matt takes seconds to start demanding Adam’s cock.

“I am a finger in, Matthew, chill,” Adam says. On an impulse, he smacks Matt’s ass, full palm striking. Matt lets out the kind of moan that Adam knows he’ll hear in his wettest dreams. “Good?”

“Yes,” Matt breaths. “Do that any time, okay? Is that the surprise?”

“Nope,” Adam says, tracing the print of his hand on Matt’s ass. Matt exhales, shaky. “Man, your ass is pretty. Sure you’re okay with me getting it all marked up?”

Matt laughs, and it cuts off when Adam adds another finger. “That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” Matt says. He glances back and Adam rolls them so he can see Matt’s face. “Because I’m yours. Right?”

Adam pauses. “All mine,” he says. He crooks his fingers enough to get a yelp from Matt and grins. “Mark you all over as mine, yeah?”

Matt’s eyes roll back in his head. “Oh, my god.”

Adam has to reassure Matt that he’ll be back soon when he steps away to get the lube.

“You want a –”

“No!” Matt calls. “No. Want you to come in me, like always.”

Adam chuckles. “Still gonna ask from time to time.” He pulls out the lube and flicks it open. “Get ready, baby.”

Matt nods and shifts, shoving a pillow under his hips. “Ready for my surprise.” He really does look eager, little smile and twitchy fingers. Adam gets a little more confident with his idea.

Adam goes slow to start, just the head of his cock inside of Matt as he gives him shallow thrusts. Matt whimpers, trying to push his hips down further.

“More?” he pleads. “I wanna feel all of you, Adam.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He gives Matt a little more, trying to keep himself focused while consumed by white-hot velvet. “That good?”

Matt shakes his head. “All of you,” he demands. “Come on, I want all of your – all of your cock.” He looks up, eyes all pretty and sweet like he knows Adam can’t resist. “Please?”

Adam slides in home, surrounded. “Yeah, baby. Anything for you.”

Matt sighs as Adam tries some deeper, slower thrusts, sighs building into whimpers into moans.

“Yeah,” Adam growls, trying to get into the head space for his plan, “make some pretty noise for Daddy.”

The atmosphere shifts as Matt freezes, his face falling into mild bemusement. Adam stops moving. He needs a reaction. Any reaction.

Matt bursts into laughter, so hard and so emphatic Adam slips out of him.

“Oh, wait, what?” Adam asks. Matt’s laughter gets more raucous as he curls up into himself, turning into shrieks. “Okay, this is just mean.”

“I’m sorry!” Matt wails, looking more gleeful than Adam’s seen in a while. “Sorry!”

Adam tries to level him with some sort of booboo eyes, or something close, but that would work better if Matt was looking at him. “You could feel a little bad about laughing at me so hard we stopped fucking.”

“I am!” Matt says. “I’m sorry, I love you. I just – all I can think about when you call yourself ‘Daddy’ is that one video of you…” He trails off, and Adam can tell he’s trying desperately to get himself under control, which is somehow worse than Matt just cackling. “Okay, remember back on the indies, when you told Kaleb to keep the belt warm for Daddy?”

Adam nods. “Yeah? And?”

“That’s what I think of,” Matt says, and he looks incredible with that smile on his face, splayed out and gleeful on Adam’s hotel bed. “That, like, toddler version of you with the curly hair and frat boy attitude calling yourself Daddy.” He reaches up and cups Adam’s cheek. “Don’t get me wrong, I do want to make noise for you and everything, but…” He sighs. “I’ve seen the way you looked back then, as first draft Adam Page, and that’s the only other time you’ve ever called yourself Daddy.”

Adam opened his mouth to retort, because he’s sure he’s said something like that at that point. “I’m sure I did other times. I had to.”

“Not that I can remember,” Matt says.

Adam huffs. “This is the meanest you’ve ever been to me, you know.” He grabs Matt’s thighs. “Like, is this payback from the other night?” He slides back into Matt, grins when Matt’s face flutters into that open, desperate look. “You mad you didn’t get to be mean to me then, so you’ll make fun of me now?”

Matt lets out a little whimper. “Not – not making fun,” he whispers. “It just didn’t work – but I still want –”

Adam pulls out, fighting the smile that’s threatening. “You do? Didn’t feel like it.”

“Wait,” Matt says, eyes searching Adam’s face. “Wait, no, I don’t – don’t leave.”

“You were laughing at me while I was fucking you,” he says. “Maybe my feelings are hurt.” He tries to give Matt booboo eyes.

Matt huffs and bangs his hands on the mattress in an adorable little temper tantrum. “I laughed at you when you called yourself Daddy because you were so effing cute back then, and the video sticks in my head any time anybody says the word ‘Daddy.’ It’s stuck there.” And then they hit: full caliber boo boo eyes. It doesn’t matter what either of them say next. Adam already knows his battle is lost.

“You aren’t allowed to be rational about your answer,” Adam sighs. “Get over here.” He yanks Matt a little farther down the bed and rolls Matt over, sliding a hand from the small of his back into his hair. He tangles his fingers and Matt gasps. Adam drags his dick down the still so slick crease of Matt’s ass. “Not so funny anymore, am I?”

Matt whines, arching his back, and it makes Adam’s cock catch on the rim of his hole. “No,” he pants. “No, not funny.”

“You gonna laugh at me again?” Adam asks, sliding in just the tip of his cock.

“I won’t,” Matt gasps. “Please get in me.” He’s begging now. Good. “I won’t laugh again. I won’t laugh, please.”

“Good boy,” Adam growls, and Matt mewls. “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he laughs, sliding into Matt all the way. “You need it all about you. You’re the only one that gets a nickname.” He goes slow at first, dragging it out so Matt’s miserable, trying to rise back up on his knees and make it faster, but Adam keeps a firm hand on his back. “I get it,” Adam says, laying across Matt’s back. “Mox is right. All you want to be is a good little hole, and you don’t like it when the people who use you like a toy try to make it about them.”

Matt’s response is almost inhuman with the force of it. That’s it for Adam. He can’t fight it anymore, and yanks Matt’s hips back so he’s hilt deep into him. “Oh, thank god,” Matt whines. “Adam, please, more.”

“More – alright.” Adam reaches back and swats at Matt’s ass, braces one foot on the floor and a knee on the bed for the best leverage, and goes wild. It’s different than the time before, without any anger, but he laughs a little as he fucks gorgeous little sounds out of Matt as he shoves his hips backward. Matt’s driving himself onto Adam’s cock like a man on a mission, and it’s addictive.

“Gonna keep you like this forever,” Adam laughs. “Mark you up all over the place, make sure people know you belong to me.”

“Okay,” Matt says. “Yeah, do – do that.” He looks over his shoulders. “You, um. Handprints?”

“I can do that.” Adam pulls his hand back and swats.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Matt scoffs, and it feels unfair that he can be uppity and smug with Adam’s dick inside him. He sighs. “And you did so good at being mean last week.”

“I – are you challenging me?” Adam asks, drawing back his hips to slam into Matt. Matt gasps. “Is that really a good idea right now?”

“Yes,” Matt says, tongue poking out between his teeth.

“Put your tongue in your mouth so you don’t bite it off,” Adam says, fighting a laugh. “And hold on.”

He swings his hand back and lands a smack right on the same spot as before, leaving a pink splotch behind. “Oh, hey. My handprint stayed behind.” He circles his hips. “Okay, yeah.” The pink darkens, leaving the shape of his hand behind. “I like that.” He fucks into Matt slowly, intentionally, running his hand along the remnants of the bruise from last week. Matt sighs, dropping down onto the mattress with his ass still up in the air.

“You could do that again,” Matt suggests. “Or, like, always. I like having a reminder of you on me.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He smacks Matt’s ass again in the same place, earning a whimper. “You want people to know you’re mine?”

“Uhuh,” Matt murmurs. He turns his face back and moans into the pillow.

“Don’t do that,” Adam says. “I want to hear you.”

Matt snickers. “Does Daddy want me to make some noise?”

Adam expected it to – well, Matt’s right. It doesn’t really work.

“See!” Matt says. “It doesn’t – you’re hot and all, but the Daddy thing doesn’t work for you.”

“Fine,” Adam sighs, and he rolls his hips. “I fuckin’ hate it when you’re right.” He smacks Matt’s ass again. “Turn over so I can see your pretty face when you come.”

Matt shifts, whimpering when Adam pulls out of him, then lays on his back with his eyes all big and wide again. “You think I’m pretty,” he says, beaming.

“You’re hot and pretty and the best thing that’s every happened to me,” says Adam as he finds his way back home. “You’re also insufferable and incredibly annoying, and it pisses me off that I get so into it.”

Matt laughs and Adam joins in, and it’s not long before Matt’s braced his arms against the headboard and making the tell tale noises that he’s about to come all over the place.

“Go ahead, baby,” Adam murmurs. “I wanna see it. Be all pretty when you come.”

Matt locks eyes on Adam’s, then, with a whispered, “Adam,” comes across his own stomach. He gets so fucking tight around Adam that it’s basically over with a few more rolls of his hips. He grabs Matt’s hand as he comes, clutching him as closely as he can, and begins to wonder how much longer he can pretend that ring isn���t burning a hole in his bedside table at home.

“Love you,” he murmurs, rolling over and yanking Matt into his chest. “I love you.”

Matt laughs, tangling his legs with Adam’s. “I love you, too. Scoot, I’m falling off the bed.”

“Alright,” Adam says. He grabs Matt around the waist and rolls them over so Matt’s on the other side of the bed.

“That was so much more uncomfortable than I think you planned for,” Matt mutters, and, to be fair, his face is shoved into the pillow.

“Sorry,” Adam says. “Got overexcited.” He lets go of Matt and props himself up on his elbow. “You okay?”

“Adam, I cannot go again right now.”

“I didn’t – that’s not what I meant!” he says. He flips Matt over and settles his hand over the print he’d left there.

“Is it still pink?” Matt asks, craning his neck to see. “Move your hand.” He slaps Adam’s hand away. “Ugh. I can’t see.” He stands up, stark naked, and all but parades over to the bathroom. “Oh, wow!” Adam can hear him say from the bathroom. “Good work!”

“Thank you for that evaluation, Mr. Jackson,” Adam snarks back, but then Matt pops his head out.

“What did you just call me?”

“Mr. Jackson?” Adam says. “Oh, god, now you have a new pet name for yourself that you get off to.”

Matt shrugs, walking back into the bathroom. “Pretty sure you’d get off on me calling you Mr. Page.”

Adam has a sudden image of Matt in a board room, suit half off, laid out on a conference table while Adam fucked the life out of him. “Yeah,” Adam says. “Yeah, I think I would.”

~

Mini playlist (crackier than usual sorry except I'm not):

Unholy - Sam Smith feat. Kim Petras

Daddy AF - Slayyyter

Do Me - Kim Petras

Smack That - Akon

BAIT - Kim Petras and Banks

#HangMatt #This is a more comedy targeted one because #Well #This idea got a stranglehold on me #So #Here! #anxious millennial dreamboat #matt attrackson #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #the matt experiments

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Hi! "Drastic" for the micro fic prompts if you're up for it 💕💕💕💕

Thanks for the ask 😊

Sam was at his wits end. Seriously, Bucky had been acting like a moody little shit (well, a moodier than usual little shit) for weeks now and Sam was sick of it.

For months after the cookout on the docks, things had been good between them. They were texting regularly and training together regularly and working together regularly - everything was fine. So fine in fact, that Bucky had broken the lease on the sad little apartment he would never have dared called a home, and moved down to Delacroix, just a stone's throw from Sarah’s place.

So, yeah, things had been just about as close to perfect between them as Sam could have ever imagined, but then slowly but surely, they… just weren’t.

Bucky stopped texting as much, and stopped coming around the house as often, and anytime they were together and weren’t actively engaged in a mission, he clammed up like it would physically hurt him to speak.

And. Sam. Was. Sick. Of. It.

So, one day he waited until the house was empty, and texted Bucky, “Come quick! I need you.”

Bucky was in the house about five minutes later, frantically calling out Sam’s name.

“I’m in my room. Hurry,” Sam yelled back, and Bucky was there in seconds; knife out, eyes murderous.

“What’s going on?” He asked, frowning as he surveyed Sam’s room and didn’t see any signs of trouble.

“Jesus, put that away,” Sam said, instead of answering, and moved to stand in front of the door.

“You made it sound like an emergency,” he muttered, but flipped the knife back into its holder.

“It is,” Sam said, then locked the door to his room.

One good thing about old ass houses: they have old ass doors that you lock with old ass skeleton keys. They were perfect for creating dramatic scenes like the one Sam was going for.

“You do know I could just wrestle that key from you.”

Sam snorted. “That would require you to touch me, and you haven’t so much as patted me on the shoulder during the past month.”

Bucky blushed, but still managed a rough, “Fine. I’ll just break the damn thing down.”

That time Sam laughed outright. “I’m supposed to believe you’d break something in Sarah’s house? Yeah right. Not with the way you’re always sucking up.”

Well, Sam had him there, so he didn’t even bother to reply.

“Look,” Sam sighed, “sorry for misleading you to get you over here, but drastic times call for drastic measures.”

“What?”

Sam rolled his eyes at the confused look on Bucky’s face, and folded his arms across his chest.

“You’ve been grumpy lately, even for you, and your foul mood seems to be directed primarily at me and I want to know why..”

“Wilson, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t give me that.” Sam dropped his arms to his sides and took a step towards him. “For months we’ve been cool, friends even, and now suddenly we’re not?”

“What?” Bucky reeled back as if he’d been struck. “No. Sam, you know we’re friends. Come on.”

“You come on,” he shot back. “If there’s a problem, if I did something, just tell me.”

Sam hadn’t done anything, except be himself. His sweet, funny, kind, welcoming, wonderful self.

And Bucky had let it go to his head.

A few months of having Sam as a constant presence in his life, and Bucky had packed up his stuff then followed Sam home like an eager puppy.

Then a few weeks of being in Sam’s presence all day every day, and Bucky was alarmingly close to embarrassing himself and making some sort of declaration.

Bucky’s crush came fast and hard, and it was more difficult to hide every day that he spent with Sam. So, he had pulled back and tried to keep his distance, to save himself the heartache and save Sam from learning the truth and then having to let him down gently.

But apparently all he’d done was make them both miserable.

Christ.

“Bucky, man,” Sam tried again. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

He looked so earnest, so downright sincere, just like he always did.

So, Bucky opened his mouth and spilled his guts.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Phantom Randomness (Blood Red Huntress)

It just occurred to me today that since Valerie is portrayed as an antagonist against Danny Phantom and ghosts as a whole, she was never given a full on “evil” version of herself like the rest of the main cast. We’ve basically got Dan, Plant Sam, and Pharaoh Tuck, but apart from that Valerie never got the chance to have some fun as a full on villain. Of course, there were some minor hints of some sort of corruption going on with Valerie in the second to last episode of the series when she tricks Dani into becoming bait so she could capture Danny, revealing that she’s starting to enjoy being a powerful ghost hunter which meant this wasn’t about getting revenge against him anymore. And to make matters worse Valerie had no reservations about torturing him to make him tell her everything he knows about ghosts and the Ghost Zone either.

Personally I would have loved to see some kind of interaction between Valerie and the future version of herself from Dan’s timeline or, better yet, maybe a brand new Valerie could show up unexpectedly from a timeline where she’s the founder of an even more dangerous group of ghost hunters than the Guys in White. Maybe she even took Vlad down in that timeline just like she promised to at the very end of D-Stabilized:

“Vlad Masters is Vlad Plasmius?! Phantom was right all along! And all this time I’ve been doing all his dirty work! Well, not anymore. Better watch out, Vlad… ‘cause one of the ghosts I’m hunting now is you!”

As for the main conflict here, maybe the alternate Valerie plans to invade the Ghost Zone to personally get rid of as many ghosts as possible which she can’t do without a working Ghost Portal and the only two she knows of are in the past since they were genetically locked or outright destroyed somehow in her own. Or it would have been cool to see Valerie slowly start to realize her battle suit upgrade has literally begun to infect her mind with another power-hungry ghost persona created when Technus gave it to her. That’s something I’ve seen a lot in the phandom. And lastly, if you haven’t already guessed from the post title has something to do with Blood Blossoms...

Before you ask, no, its not exactly like a Plant Sam scenario where she gains plant powers since I don’t want to make them too similar. No, the idea here is for there to be some kind of accident with some mixture either Valerie or her father is working on in Axion Labs where the main ingredient is Blood Blossoms and it causes some kind of unique anti-ghost mutation. Borrowing a bit of inspiration from my Necromancer oc, Owen Ravenwood, perhaps her blood becomes toxic to ghosts meaning she's now more or less a human Specter Deflector.

She can’t control plants or anything but what Valerie CAN do is transfer her power into any object or person to shield them from anything consisting of ecto-energy, blocking their effects and causing immense pain to the attacking ghost. This would create some great drama between her and Danny if he had no choice but to avoid Valerie because being around her makes him feel sick. Valerie wouldn’t have to rely on the battle suit anymore either since those anti-ghost powers are now a part of her thanks to that mysterious Blood Blossom serum.

Anyways, these are just a few ideas I thought of and I’d love to hear what you guys think! Maybe I’ll even draw one of the concepts eventually! But until then, hope you liked the post!

#danny phantom #danny phantom randomness #danny phantom au #valerie grey #valerie gray #future valerie #d-stablilized #au #alternate reality #alternate universe #alternate version #alternate future #red huntress #blood blossom #character concept #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse

[badwasabi]

How not to use "idly" and "absently".

​ A lot of writers - including me - misuse the words "idly" and "absently". Don't be one of them.

Absently

"Absently" means "not paying attention". Lots of people use it to tell the reader that someone is not paying attention.

"What's wrong with that?" you say. It's lazy. It's telling, not showing. It means you don't have to describe what's going on. You're going "They're not paying attention! Take my word for it!" Lady Sybil: I'll tell Willikins to pack winter clothes. It'll be pretty cold up there at this time of year. Sam Vimes: Yes. That's a good idea. Lady Sybil: We'll have to host a party ourselves, I expect, so we ought to take a cartload of typical Ankh-Morpork food. Show the flag, you know. Do you think I should take a cook along? Sam Vimes: Yes dear. That would be a good idea. No one outside the city knows how to make a knuckle sandwich properly. Lady Sybil: Do you think we ought to take the alligator with us? Sam Vimes: Yes, that might be advisable.... What alligator? In this sequence, from The Fifth Elephant, Vimes is clearly listening and responding absently. Pratchett didn't have to outright say it. Heck, it's clear just from the dialogue. So how do you do it? Well, if the absent person's interjections are about the same length and rhythm, that's a good sign. There's the classic gag where someone says something outrageous (EG the alligator) and the absent person responds on autopilot before it registers. And, of course, there's the popular use of "absently" as a generic placeholder word, even when someone is clearly paying attention. Idly >As the bucket fell, Vashti looked up. It was blue, she noted idly, just before the water hit her face. A lot of the time, people use the term idly to describe an active action or thought, something that isn't actually being done in idleness.

a) You just finished binge-watching something on Netflix. You already Tweeted about it. Or posted it on your Wall. Or Tumblr. Or all of the above. So you're sitting around, nothing to do, and you decide to check out the next show on your list. b) You're binge-watching something on Netflix, while liveposting your reactions and making dinner. Oh, and you're FaceTiming with your friend Monica, who's simul-watching it with you. Which one of those is being done "idly", instead of actively? The first one? The first one. Notice how I didn't have to explain? But isn't there another meaning for "idle"?" Like, "without being worth anything"? Basically. Question is, how does the POV character - assuming it's not Ye Olde Omnipresent Narrator - know that whatever X is doing is worthless? Once again, show the evidence and let the reader decide. And personally, I suspect most people aren't using the "worthless" meaning. Or thinking about it at all. When was the last time you actually thought of yourself as "idle"? Or doing something "idly"? Or "absently"? Don't remember. There you go. Just like "absently", "idly" is often used as, like, a generic filler word, uh, y'know?

Good hunting. Bonus Content

"We have to find this guy," Alice replied. She absently looked at the pictures on the wa- "Why did you do that?" Ian asked. "Do what?" "Not you, the narrator. Why did you say she looked at the pictures 'absently'?" ...Because she did? "No she didn't. Alice, you wanted to know what was in those pictures, right?" Alice nodded. "Right. So that means I wasn't absent-minded, and I was paying attention." "Exactly! So it wasn't 'absently'!" Oh, come now, you're just being pedantic. Ian frowned, and idly drummed his fingers on the table. "Meaning is important. You can't just throw filler words in-wha-you did it again!" No I didn't! "You said 'idly'! I had a purpose! I was drumming my hands on the table because that helps me think! And I sure wasn't being lazy!" Alright, smart guy, what would you use it for? "Well...if I was sitting on my bed tossing a ball into the air to kill time, that would be 'idly'." Alice spoke up. "I'm reading an email, and I'm playing with a pen in my off-hand. That would be 'absently', since I wouldn't be paying attention." "And besides," Ian said, "there are better ways to show a reader that someone's idle or absent than just saying so. Imagine we were watching a movie or show; what signs would there be?" "That ball example was good," Alice said. "But would we really need to say you were playing with the ball 'idly'?" "Good point." I see. Well, time to end this tutorial, since you only exist for the purposes of it. "Mmm hm," Ian said absently. Then his eyes widened. "Wait, don't-"

#nanowrimo #discworld #writing #writers #writing advice

[crazy56u]

Whelp, the show got an extension. We’re one step closer to them outright renewing it for Season 2. Here’s hoping. Onward to tonight.

(As a reminder, I wrote this in real time as the episode was airing, keep that in mind once you reach a certain part.)

Welcome back to the 80s, Ben, you’re now a lady getting hit on by a drunk guy. Maybe don’t drink.

“You know what they say about good dancers.” They’re worse when drunk?

Ben is now just speedrunning Sam’s life.

Mace, a tacer, handcuffs, all the party essentials.

This week on Quantum Leap: We take “What Price Gloria”, “8 1/2 Months” and “A Hunting We Will Go” and just fucking blend the shit outta them.

FUCK YEAH, BALLROOM BLITZ

“How dare you not tell me you were a bounty hunter when I was hitting on you, fuck off!”

It still feels weird that the first four episodes have taken place over the course of, like, a week for the Project side of things.

“OK, I don’t get it.” Well, we’re five minutes in, Addison, wait for the other shoe to drop.

Huh, something bad was happening inside: the stupidest way to do a proposal.

“I need more time.” “YES, SHE SAID NOT YET, LET’S PARTY!”

Ben is fucking crushing this “Any% Marriage Proposal Ruin” speedrun.

“I proposed to you, you said no, and now you want to go back to work?” “Look, if you say yes, I might say yes, you ever think about that?”

...isn’t panyhose still a thing in 2022?

I love how it’s been like, what, a day or so since they found out Janis is indirectly DDOSing Ziggy, and they still haven’t reset the passwords.

Magic, she’s making her own Project, sorry you don’t know yet.

Okay, so Magic has secret files he doesn’t want the others to know about, does that mean he knows Sam leapt into him before?

“Okay, look, I know we’re working, but did I fuck up last night? Did I not propose right?”

Why does this motel look like the one from My Name is Earl?

Plot twist: Ben is remembering Addison, but because of his fucking amnesia, he is really creating problems where none exist.

“Hi, I’m your downstairs neighbor, totally not a time traveller moonlighting as a bounty hunter!”

“Okay, I’ll get my things, totally won’t be fleeing.”

Ben, you’d get $23 just for looking the other way, that’s a bargain in 1981.

How many fucking proposals are in this episode?

Uh oh, the Leather Jacket Mob!

“You’re gonna scratch my floors!” ...wait, is this a motel, or is it an apartment complex, I think I missed something.

Thank god for the convenient dumpsters.

Damn, a drug trade twist 18 minutes into the episode, this show has some major potential.

Which is worse: Getting busted on parking tickets, or pulling a Capone and getting busted on tax fraud?

This time travel project, brought to you by Apple.

Okay, I believe Ben was seeing Janis six months prior, but I still think that flashback Ben had was with Addison.

...is... ...is this the same alley from the first episode?

“Look, I know I’m handcuffed to the wall right now, but I wanna help out this relationship bullshit.”

As punishment for bringing up soulmates, you get handcuffed further down the alley.

All according to plan.

MAN this show doesn’t know subtlety.

“Are you okay?” “(lying) Yeah, I’m fine.” “(pissed) WHAT DO YOU THINK?”

A Starbucks truck?! WHAT THE FUCK

Okay, but I love this: “Look, Ian, I know Janis is currently DDOSing Ziggy, and Ben and Addison are having relationship shit right now in 1981, but I wanna have coffee in the park, and I’m Ernie fucking Hudson, so we’re doing this.”

...

I AM FUCKING VINDICATED!

VINDICATED!

FUCKING

VINDICATION!

...huh. So, in the original history, all of Tom’s platoon died during Operation Lazerus? ...and all it took to fix that was Al doing two more years in Vietnam, and a reporter exploding.

And now we learn how to pick a lock. This is an educational show.

...well, there’s the plot twist.

I swear to God if than gunshot was blanks, and she just popped a squib.

“Like a fiddle. (sunglasses) YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-

“Okay, so after getting shot at multiple times, I’m starting to realize this proposal thing probably ain’t happening.”

Ben, don’t be too upset, you crushed that speedrun.

Also, it was blurry, but I am 100% convinced that was Addison’s face in the flashback, so DOUBLE VINDICATION

And Sad Dad comes in in the clutch.

Also, just now realizing the marriage footage the keep showing is of Princess Diana.

And now we have a ghost talking about how to be a ghost.

“Hey, look, I know I implied I was leaving, but... nah.”

...she’s behind them, isn’t she...

“What about Illinois?” What about Illinois?

I fucking love this show’s soundtrack.

This is the slowest chase scene, and totally at odds against Blondie.

Jake has the shittiest fucking luck, man...

“Oh God, shut the fuck up and stop ruining this hostage scene...”

“Get a room already.” “Noted. (tazes a briefcase)”

So, 8 minutes left, what other fun surprises are we going to have?

“I just had coffee with Magic, either this series ends with Ben coming home, or we burn the world down.”

$5 even Eva and Jake get married, sucker’s bet.

“Come on, don’t you want to know about Eva and Jake-” “Oh my God, are we engaged?!”

Well, Ben, you finally remembered you were supposed to marry Addison before you leapt, as your reward, you get to do Back to the Future Part III!

Ben, you have the shittiest luck. “Welcome to Cowboy Times, you leapt into the middle of more relationship BS!”

Is this the fucking Westworld set?

Final thoughts: I fucking vindicated up and down the block, I am now praying for that renewal order.

#quantum leap #a decent proposal #spoilers #my name is earl #csi: miami #werstworld

[iiguess]

Head cannon - Triage will make it a point to constantly offer for Sam to stay the night. She likes knowing she is safe, warm and gets a full meal.

[ Send a headcanon you have about our muses’ relationship and I’ll tell you if I approve of it or not. || accepting! ]

OOC. Aww, that’s such a sweet headcanon! I’d like to think that Sam would always appreciate Triage for offering, even if she never always outright thanks her for it. There are probably times where she does wind up staying with her, though, and winds up offering to help out so she doesn’t feel too much like a free-loader.

#bionicparrot #;; ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ( asks. ) #;; ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴜs ( ooc. ) #triage is best mom 2k22