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buckysgrace · 4 months

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Thirty Four

CW: Drinking, alludes to drug use

Halloween crept around faster than what Kim was expecting. She felt like time was passing by, yet dragging on all at the same time. None of it made sense.

Then again, she wondered if that had to do with Billy’s behavior. He had been so down a few mornings ago, but now he seemed back to that odd state of being awake and alert all the time. She continued to try and ask him about it, but now he’d just grown used to snapping at her in return. She didn’t know how to approach the subject, or if she should ask Sam for advice. She figured that would only make Billy more angry, but it was worrying her.

“It looks cute,” Kim said as she smiled down at the pizzas that were shaped like pumpkins, “I like them.” She nodded her head as she glanced down towards Rosemary. She was bustling about in the kitchen, as per usual as she set everything up for later.

“They’re kind of messy, but I thought it didn’t matter that much.” She tried to brush it off, but Kim was certain that she was upset with how it turned out. Kim thought that they were cute regardless, even if they were oozing cheese. In fact, Kim thought it just made them that much better.

“It doesn’t,” Kim reassured her, “I love them.” She told her truthfully, already picking out the one she wanted to eat. Rosemary smiled as she sat the plate down before she gave Kim a soft hug. Kim responded in surprise, but quickly melted into Rosemary’s motherly touch.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go trick or treating with us?” Rosemary teased softly as she leaned against Kim’s shoulder. Kim bit down on her bottom lip, still feeling nervous to attend the party with Billy.

“It sounds fun,” Kim admitted, feeling a bit down at the aspect of missing out on the free candy, “But I told my friend I’d stay over.” She lied again, trying not to feel guilty once again. She still hadn’t told Billy about what Audrey suggested but she wondered if she would have to. Rosemary hadn’t mentioned anything about calling Audrey’s parents to confirm that she was there.

“You’re not going to see Tommy, are you?” Rosemary asked as she pulled away. Kim watched her for a moment, noticing that her tone was more teasing than anything. She quickly shook her head as she looked away.

“No,” Kim flushed softly, “I won’t be seeing him.” She rubbed at her elbow, hoping that she wouldn’t have to drag Tommy through their mess any longer. Billy still didn’t seem too enthused at telling her, but Kim was hoping it would be soon. She just assumed it would be better to get it over with, rather than have it blow up over time.

“Good,” Rosemary grinned as she walked aside, “Sam, can you get the kids down here for dinner?” She shouted up a second later. She didn’t have to say much before Russell was bustling down.

“I’m starving,” He said urgently as he took one of the hot rolls and popped it into his mouth. He gasped loudly as he bit into it, huffing and fanning his mouth as the steam blew out, “Hot!” He whines out, his eyes wide in alarm.

“I just pulled those out of the oven,” Rosemary told him as she placed her hand on her hip and shook her head, “Careful, you’ll end up burning your tongue.” She pointed out as Max and Billy came down next.

Billy’s hair was situated into nice curls, his eyes glossy and wide as his gaze fell to Kim. She smiles in response, but still felt a pang of worry growing inside of her chest. He was still hiding something from her, she was certain of it.

Max looked a little happier today, perhaps it had to do with dressing up. Halloween had always been her favorite holiday. Kim had tried to ask her what was wrong the previous afternoon but Max had dismissed her with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

“Looks good,” Sam complimented as he leaned down to kiss the top of Rosemary’s head, “I hope you kids are ready.” He teased as he moved to push a strand of Max’s hair from her forehead.

“I’m excited,” Russell gushed as he pulled another pizza pumpkin up to his mouth. He was cautious this time as he bit into it, “These fancy houses should have the big candy bars.” He nodded to himself as he spoke.

“They will?” Kim asked suddenly, sounding far too eager for her own benefit. She blushed as she chewed on her pizza pumpkin, trying to hide how disappointed she was for not getting any candy tonight.

“You can still go,” Sam chuckled as he looked over at her, “You’re not too old to go.” He said softly, looking like he wanted her to go as well. She gulped softly as she fought the urge to look at Billy. She was fairly certain Sam already knew what they were planning regardless.

“I know,” Kim shrugged her shoulders as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “Audrey and I might go later on.” She replied softly as she looked back down to her plate.

Her attention was stalled as Billy tapped her thigh underneath the table. She watched for a minute, noticing that he switched between three beats and then to two. Her gaze traveled up the length of his arm until she landed on the side of his face.

He still looked handsome despite how tired his demeanor seemed. She was well aware that his sleeping habits hadn’t been the best, but she didn’t know how to help that either. She wished she did. She wished he could open up to her so she could try and help him.

Billy returned to his room once dinner was over, leaving Kim alone to do her homework as the rest of them readied themselves for Halloween. She was growing more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by. She was worried that they'd be caught in their lie, that Sam would surely know what was happening. She chewed on her fingers as she did her best to distract herself when Sam and Rosemary appeared again.

“Well we decided on Bonnie and Clyde.” Rosemary said happily as she leaned against Sam. She looked quite proud as she held onto his arm tightly and leaned against him. Sam pulled his arm around her shoulders, looking happy as he glanced down towards Rosemary.

“I’m a transformer,” Russell said through his box shaped uniform, “I made it myself.” He said joyfully as he held his arms out in excitement. It was slightly awkward, but Kim did think he did a good job on his design.

“It looks very cool,” Kim grinned at him, “I like it.” She told him truthfully, thinking back to the cheap looking faces she used to paint on her and Max. Russell grinned wildly as he awkwardly waddled away, his legs moving in an awkward fashion.

“This clown mask that Billy got looked cool,” Max said as she shrugged her shoulders, pulling Kim’s attention away from Russell, “I thought why not.” Kim felt her lips cracking into a smile as she nodded her head in agreement. Max

“We’re gonna head out then,” Rosemary noted as she looked towards Kim, “Make sure and call if you need anything. We won’t get mad alright?” Kim nodded her head in agreement, knowing she’d have no reason to call.

“Hey,” Kim pulled Max aside quickly before they got too far, “Can you save me some candy?” She asked her urgently, fully prepared to beg for it. Max looked at her in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” Max asked as she shook her head and pulled her mask down again. Kim followed her for a few steps, feeling the need to beg for it.

“Billy doesn’t want to go trick or treating,” Kim whined out in frustration, “Please. Just a few pieces of candy.” She held her hands together and pouted her lips out, urging Max to listen to her.

“Why don’t you just go?” Max huffed in annoyance. Kim chewed on her bottom lip, knowing there was no easy way to explain why.

“Max,” Kim continued to whine, “Please. I’ll pay you for it.” She offered a second later. Max huffed deeply.

“You’re a child,” Max said quickly, “But whatever. I’ll save you some candy.” She mumbled a second later as she swayed her legs back and forth.

“Thank you,” Kim grinned as she hugged Max tightly, “You’re the best.” She told her honestly, knowing she had the best little sister. She kissed the top of Max’s head repeatedly until Max was forcing her away.

“You’re gross,” Max mumbled as she walked away, “Have fun though.” She said a second later before she was bounding out the door. Kim smiled in response before she turned to go look for Billy.

She walked down the hallway, taking soft footsteps as she reached Billy’s room. She slowly pushes it open, peering around the blank walls as her eyes fell to him.

“Do you still want to go?” She asked him softly, drawing his attention away from here he was searching through his closet.

“Yeah,” He looked at her confused, “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked her seriously. She paused for a moment as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

“You’ve just been, you know,” She sighed softly, knowing how touchy this subject had grown to be, “I just want to make sure that this is a good idea.” She replied a second later. She was more than happy to just dress up with him and hang out at the hotel.

“I want to have fun,” Billy told her shortly, “With you. Please. This will give both of us a chance to let loose.” He walked towards her, his eyes softening as he peered at her.

“You’re sure?” She played with her fingertips as she looked towards him. He nodded his head quickly as he cupped her face in his hands.

“I won’t do anything dumb,” He promised as he pecked her lips, “I have you to look after me.” She gulped softly as she leaned against his palms, nodding her head in agreement. She tried not to think about drinking, because she was sure that it was partially swaying her decision as well.

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It took Kim a moment to figure out the lingerie that Billy had gifted her for her birthday, but once she finally figured how to put it on she felt a hint of embarrassment swirling in her gut. She’d never pictured herself in such an outfit before. It looked different on her, but she liked it.

She took some time to decide on what makeup look she wanted. She eventually went with a sparkly blue eyeshadow, thinking about how Danielle had said it suited her much more. She applied the red lipstick that Billy had bought her next. She straightened her shoulders out as she peered at herself in the mirror, feeling a little more mature.

She put her dress on next, then neatly tied the red cape around her neck. She took a step back in the mirror, ensuring that nothing was given away before she was happy with how she looked. She bounded down the hallway, searching for Billy who had the patio door open and was looking up towards the sky as he took another drag from his cigarette.

“Where’s your ears?” She asked him seriously as she stepped up behind him. She held her hands on her waist as he turned to face her. He didn’t look too much different from his Halloween costume the previous year. He wore the same fingerless gloves and his chest was completely bare. She kept her eyes pointed at his eyes to keep from staring at his chest.

“I’m not wearing those.” He said simply as he shrugged his shoulders before he put his cigarette out. She frowned as she stepped forward, not believing what he was saying.

“How will people know what we are if you don’t wear your wolf ears?” She asked him worriedly as she held out the wolf ears towards him. She had used one of her old headbands and part of the cups from one of her former bras to make the base of it. It had taken forever for her to find the correct fuzzy material to cover it in.

“Fine,” Billy grumbled as he took the headband from her, “Only for you.” He placed it on his head, looking rather silly as he turned towards her unamused. She grinned happily, finding that he looked adorable with them on. She suddenly wished she had found blonde fuzz that would’ve matched his hair.

“Thank you,” She replied cheerily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. She grinned, noticing the soft red stain that was left behind, “Can we take a picture?” She asked him softly, thinking of the one she’d taken of Sam and Rosemary earlier.

“What kind?” Billy’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned forward, his blue eyes tracing down Kim’s bare collarbone. She gently rolled her eyes, figuring that he would suggest that first.

“To celebrate our first official Halloween,” She smiled brightly, “I’m really excited.” She told him honestly. She liked collecting little milestones with one another. It would be neat to one day look back at all of their Halloween pictures with one another.

“I can tell,” He responded softly as he rubbed his thumb across her cheek, “I am too.” He reassured her as he nodded his head in agreement. She followed him towards his room, peeking at how his walls were still bare. She wondered if he missed having his posters up.

She dragged her eyes back towards him once he pulled the camera from his bedside table. She peered over his shoulder, noticing the pictures of them at the beach the other day. She paused at the second one, surprised that he had taken it without her knowledge. She blushed as she felt a gleeful smile pull onto her lips.

“Sit on my lap?” He offered as he sat down on the edge of his bed, “Unless I look too scary now.” He suggested a second later as a smirk formed on his lips. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile as she scooted her way onto his lap.

She rested one of her arms behind his shoulders, feeling his warmth sinking in against her skin. He shot her a sly look as he lifted the hem of her dress up over her thighs. She licked her bottom lip, smiling warmly as he brought the camera up to their faces.

She held onto him close as the flash went off. She blinked for a second, watching as he pulled the picture out and held it up high for them to examine. She familiarized herself with the way his lisp were pulled into a soft but amusing grin.

“You look handsome,” She told him truthfully as she looked closely at the picture. He gave her hip a gentle squeeze before he tapped her skin to get her to stand, “Are you sure you want to go? We could just go grab candy and come back.”

“You’re cute,” Billy grinned as he kissed the top of her head, “I booked us a room for later.” He told her smugly, looking quite proud of himself. She chewed on her bottom lip, feeling a little giddy at the thought. It would be nice to not have to worry about sneaking around tonight.

“Sounds romantic,” She drew out playfully as she linked her fingers with his, “I guess I’m ready then.” She said softly as she felt her nerves rush forward again. She breathed in deeply, trying to remind herself that it would be fine. She had Billy with her, there was nothing to worry about.

She let her eyes linger against the unknown terrain as Billy took them further and further out of the city. She hoped that Billy knew where he was going, because she certainly didn’t. She didn’t have to ask him if they were there by the time the very large house came into view.

Billy parked further down the hill, further away from everyone else. Kim stared at the large house, sure that this was the biggest house she’d ever seen. She was fairly certain it was larger than the library in Hawkins. The music reached her despite them having such a vast distance from the house.

Kim felt anxiety swirling deep inside of her, panic beginning to form at her as she looked at the mass amount of people. She had thought that the parties in Hawkins had been crowded, but this was nothing in comparison. It was huge, gigantic.

“Uh,” Kim paused as she leaned further into her seat, feeling like she may vomit from the nerves that were twisting inside of her stomach, “I don’t think this is a good idea.” She said a second later, feeling like her bones were beginning to rattle against one another.

“It’ll be okay,” Billy reassured her as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her lips, “I promise you. We’ll be together the whole time.” She looked at him for a moment before she nodded her head and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Okay,” She said, a little unsure as she froze in her seat. He jogged around the front of the car, smiling brightly as he pulled it open for her, “There’s so many people.” She told him truthfully, feeling a little woozy as she watched the groups of people climbing up the hill.

“You’ll love it,” Billy grinned as he squeezed her hand, “We are going to have a lot of fun.” He reassured her as he held her stand from the car. She held onto his hand, gripping it tightly as the chilly wind swooped her cape around.

She jumped at the sound of screaming, her eyes snapping around quickly until she realized it was just a girl being pushed into a pool. She felt her cheeks flush as she quickly looked away, not bothering to confirm if she was clothed or not. She was stunned. This party was twice as big as they

“Only because I’m with you,” She smiled, trying to erase her nerves as they walked forward. She felt her eyes widening in fear as she looked around, her breath freezing in her air at the vast amount of people that were already surrounding them, “Maybe we could stay outside.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Billy held onto her waist as he pushed their way inside. Kim felt her heart hammering roughly in her chest, unable to go one step without bumping into someone, “Do you want a drink?” He spoke loudly to try and speak over the loud music.

“No punch,” She said quickly as she followed him towards the kitchen. It was messy. Empty cups were splattered everywhere along with an assortment of bottles that were lingering about. Some of them were knocked over, broken and leaking onto the floor.

She blinked, trying to control her pulse as Billy popped one of the coolers open. She moved out of the way as a couple pushed past her. She suddenly felt like she had over dressed by the amount of girls that seemed to be wearing less than she was.

“What looks good?” Billy drew her attention away as he fumbled through the ice. She took a step forward, still not very enthused with the idea of drinking beer. It just had an odd taste she wasn’t able to get used to.

“I don’t know,” She admitted sheepishly, “What do you suggest?” She asked curiously as she scooted a little closer. Her heart was still beating roughly from her nerves and she hoped that the taste of alcohol would soothe it. She kept reminding herself of what Billy said, how this wasn’t similar to what her parents had done.

“Babycham?” He suggested a second later, “It’s like a wine.” He explained as he pulled it free for her. She shrugged her shoulders, thinking that she was growing quite accustomed to the taste of wine. He grabbed his own beer before he shut the lid.

She waited until he had popped his can open before she handed him her glass. She smiled sheepishly again as her fingertips brushed against him, jolts traveling up her hand from where they touched. He smiled as he easily opened it then handed it back to her.

“Hi,” Dakota beamed as she stepped forward. Kim felt a soft smile tugging to her lips, sure that Dakota had dressed as some sort of nurse based on the short white dress, “I didn’t think I’d see anyone I knew.” She replied cheerily as she gave Billy a side hug. He remained in his position, not returning the gesture as he glanced towards Kim.

“There’s a lot of people,” Billy nodded his head as he pulled Kim back towards him, “You look nice.” He shrugged his shoulders softly. Kim peered at Dakota, still staying quiet as she tried to think of something to say.

“Thanks,” Dakota grinned from ear to ear, still standing on the other side of Billy, “Are you guys going to dance?” She asked excitedly as she looked around. Kim chewed on her bottom lip as she felt the irritation growing inside of her chest.

“Of course,” Billy answered easily as he squeezed Kim’s hip, “Maybe we’ll see you out there.” He dismissed her softly. Kim didn’t think Dakota was mean or anything, but she certainly hoped to not see her again.

“Save me a dance,” She grinned as she gave Billy’s bicep a hard squeeze. Kim simmered as she brought the bottle up to her lips and took another large gulp, already feeling the desire to grab another, “See you.”

“I don’t like her.” Kim declared at last once Dakota was out of earshot. She sat on one of the stools with Billy, careful to keep from pulling on her cape.

“It’s kinda obvious,” Billy snorted as he fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, “You’re too jealous.” He teased her softly as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. She furrowed her eyebrows together, feeling like it was a lot more than just her jealousy. She didn't suspect anything from Billy, but that didn't mean Dakota would do something.

She took the cigarette from his hand, feeling a burst of confidence as she pulled it up to her lips. She thought of the way she’d smoked the joints with him but thought that this tasted twice as bad. She swallowed her cough in the back of her throat, keeping eye contact with Billy as she took another drag. She had an urge to spit the taste from her mouth, but refused as she noted the admiration in his eyes.

“Alright,” He grinned at her, dragging his tongue across his teeth as he watched her, “You had your fun.” He teased her as he moved his hand forward. She jerked away from him, raising her eyebrows wide as she blew a cloud of smoke out towards his face.

“This is mine,” She said simply, although internally she was hating the taste on her lips. It was worth it for the impressed look that had grown across Billy’s features, “You have more.” She teased him as she pushed her shoe against his leg.

He shifted on his stool, still watching her like he was expecting her to hand him the cigarette back. She pulled it up to her lips again, holding it there for a second as he pulled a fresh stick from his package. He leaned forward again and she found herself moving away again, suspicious if he was going to try and take it from her.

“Stop, I need a light,” He muttered as he tapped his fingers against her knee. She stalled for a second, her breath halting in her chest from how close he leaned towards her. She traced her eyes across his cheeks, admiring the soft freckles that seemed to form small constellations, “Better.” He mumbled as he pulled away and blew out his own cloud of smoke.

“If we did get married,” She drew out slowly as she pulled her new bottle up to her lips, “Where would we go for our honeymoon?” She asked him playfully, feeling a little bashful at the prospect of his answer. Billy grinned as he leaned forward and pressed one of his knees between hers.

“Where would you want to go?” He asked her curiously as he brought his beer up his lips. She took another drag from the cigarette before she drowned the taste with her wine. She thought about it for a second, feeling a little stumped. She’d never really thought about traveling before, because she never figured she’d have the means to do so.

“Maybe Hollywood,” She said slowly as she lowered the bottle from her lips, “What?” She looked at him curiously, not understanding the dry look he was sending her.

“Somewhere out of the state,” He responded with a soft smile as he bounced his leg between her knees, “Try again.” He told her urgently. She took another drag before she responded again.

“If it was somewhere far away, I guess Italy or even Greece,” She paused for a moment, wondering what it would be like to visit where her father was born. She liked all of the mythology anyways, “I’ve heard that Mexico is nice too.” She added a second later, thinking that it was closer and much less expensive.

“Maybe the Caribbean,” Billy offered as he used his free hand to play with her knee, “The Florida Keys seem nice too.” He suggested as she squeezed his knee between her legs. She grinned at the way he easily dismantled her.

“Sounds nice,” She nodded her head softly as she put her cigarette out in the ashtray. She exhaled deeply before she swallowed the taste away with her wine, “I guess we have options then.” She responded, although it sounded like it would end up being somewhere on the beach. Not that she minded at all.

He exhaled deeply, purposely blowing a cloud of smoke out towards her. She wrinkled her nose, smiling as she let it tickle against her nostrils. He chuckled as he turned away for a second to smash his own cigarette out.

“C’mere,” Billy grinned brightly as he held her hands and pulled her into a standing position. She looked at him alarmed, her eyes widening as he pulled her deeper into the crowd, “Dance with me, come on.” He urged her excitedly as he moved his hands to her waist.

“Billy,” She giggled softly as she rested her hands over his shoulders, “I’m terrible at dancing.” She reminded him as he began to sway her back and forth. It wasn’t on beat to the rhythm of the music, but she had a feeling he didn’t care.

“So?” He mumbled as he rubbed his nose against her cheek, “Look at how bad everyone else is dancing.” He replied as he slowly dragged his lips against her cheek. She looked to the side, noting how the people around them were dancing. If she could even call it that.

They were surrounded in a mess of bodies, the air was hot as people continued to push against them. It only pressed her closer to Billy as she tore her eyes away from the couples who were grinding up against one another.

“Do you want me to do that?” She asked him hesitantly, although the few drinks that she had suggested that she was more than willing to do so. She liked that she didn’t feel as reserved, as shy as what she usually did.

Billy’s lips grew into a playful smirk, his eyes growing darker as he looked at her appreciatively. She felt her body warming underneath his gaze as she continued to move her body in the same motions, he was moving his. Her eyes drifted down to his lips, admiring how pink they looked.

He spun her around, his thick arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her flush against his body. She breathed in hotly, moving her hands on top of his as he slowly began to rock his hips against her backside.

She turned to face him again, tilting her head back to meet his parted lips as they exhaled the same breath. She slowly dragged her mouth against his, savoring the taste of his lips as he squeezed at her sides. He sucked on her bottom lip softly, his teeth grazing against her plump lip.

She flicked her tongue against his at the same time, a soft smile forming from the sensation. Billy pressed harder against her stomach, pulling her closer as he swirled his tongue around her own. She moaned softly, curling her tongue against the roof of his mouth before she began to drag her lips against his again.

He hummed against her mouth, rocking his hips against her backside as she felt the bulge forming in his tight jeans. His chest was sweaty against her exposed skin as she gyrated her hips back against him. He licked at her mouth one last time before pulling away, his lips slightly colored from her lipstick.

“Let’s go see what the upstairs looks like,” Billy mumbled as he dragged his teeth along her earlobe. She giggled, feeling ticklish from the way his hot air brushed against her neck, “Come on.” He urged as he gave her a soft squeeze.

“Okay,” She giggled in agreement, feeling a little tipsy as the room became more wobbly, “You’ll have to catch me.” She said playfully as she pushed his hands off of her waist and rushed forward. She laughed, stumbling as she pushed through the giant crowd of people.

Her shoe slipped on the bottom of the stairs, nearly knocking her backwards before she caught herself with the railing. She felt a squeal of excitement burst out as she looked back to see Billy emerging through the crowd. She gave herself a boost, taking two steps at a time as she climbed to the second story.

Her eyes darted around quickly as her heart raced in her chest. She kept one hand on the wall to stay balanced as she excused herself past the couples that were lingering in the hallway. Her cheeks burned at the realization that one of the girls was topless, but she didn’t let that stop her from going further.

“Hey,” Billy’s voice caught her off guard, making her jump high in the air as she snapped her head back towards him, “You’re so dead.” He teased as he walked forward, his ears sliding further and further off of his head.

She laughed to herself as she took off again, stumbling as she nearly knocked over a bright blue vase that was resting on one of the small tables. She quickly balanced it before she pushed open the door closest to her right. Her eyes widened, her ears burning at the sounds that were leaving the room.

“Sorry!” She shouted out as she quickly slammed the door shut before turning down the hallway. She gasped as she noticed a whole new flight of stairs that were greeting her. There weren’t as many people lingering about this way so she staggered up them, basically crawling at this point.

By the time she reached the top she was out of breath, her forehead slightly damp as she pulled herself forward. She reached forward, about to grip a hold of one of the doorways before she was yanked backwards by her ankle.

She squealed, giggling loudly as Billy flipped her onto her back and pulled her towards him. He grinned, his eyes dark and lustful as he stared down at her like he’d just caught his prey. She breathed in deeply, her heart beating roughly inside of her chest as Billy drifted his hands against her exposed this.

“Caught you,” He flicked his tongue over his teeth again as his lips curled into a smirk, “What do I get for a prize?” He drew out softly as he traced his fingertips higher up her thigh. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he lightly dragged his finger against her panties.

“Do you want to see what I’m wearing underneath?” She asked him softly, feeling a little brave as she rested underneath him. The top step was beginning to dig into her back, but she didn’t care as long as it meant feeling his skin against her own.

“Is that even a question?” He mumbled out as he stared at her lips. She leaned up towards him, pressing her lips against his slowly. Her nose brushed against his, pressing into his skin as she deepened the kiss. He moved his lips rougher as he pressed his palm against her cheek.

She gasped against his mouth, quickly holding onto his arms as he lifted her into the air with ease. She laughed, her mind feeling slightly fuzzy as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into one of the rooms.

She yelped softly, her eyebrows knitting together as he accidentally slammed her into the doorframe. He laughed, muttering a quick apology before he tossed her onto the bed. She gasped, her stomach rising into her chest as she moved against the softer mattress.

She rolled to her side, looking at how vast and large the room was. The decorations were minimal, but what Kim could see she had a feeling that it would be safer not to touch it. Billy fumbled with his belt before he was roughly tugging his pants down his thighs.

She nearly began to question him, wondering why he hadn’t worn any underwear when her thoughts stalled at the image of his cock. She stared at it for a moment as she pressed her thighs together, thinking about how good he’d feel stretching her walls out.

She slowly removed her cape, swinging it around her hand before she tossed it at him. She grinned as he roughly pulled it off of his face and sent her a determined look. She shifted on her knees before she slowly tugged the hem of her dress up over her torso.

His eyes bore into her skin, drinking in the image of her as he traced his eyes over her lingerie. She felt her cheeks beginning to flush, but she had a feeling it had nothing to do with the alcohol. She slowly spread her thighs a little wider, grinning at the way his eyes shot down to her parted legs.

“Jesus,” Billy mumbled in bliss, “You’re something else.” He muttered as he moved onto the bed to join her. She giggled, enjoying the way the mattress shifted underneath his weight as she met him halfway.

She pulled him close, cupping his jaw as she roughly moved her lips against his. She savored the taste of the beer and cigarettes that lingered in his mouth. She swirled her tongue against his, rubbing gently as she felt her panties beginning to grow wet. She sighed against his mouth, whimpering as she felt her clit throbbing.

Billy’s hands found her hips, squeezing softly as he continued to kiss her sloppily. She flicked her tongue against his teeth, tracing them softly as he drooled into her mouth. She closed her eyes in awe as he played with the straps of her panties before he slid his fingers against her bare skin.

She pulled away to catch her breath, her lungs feeling heavy as Billy dragged his lips down her neck. She sighed softly, enjoying the sensation of his mouth against her skin as he lightly smacked the material of her lingerie against her skin. She tilted her head as he dragged his teeth against her skin, marking her softly as he moved his hands further up her sides.

She moaned out as he cupped her clothed boobs and began to squeeze them in his hands. She rocked her hips forward, grinding up against his abdomen as he brought his fingertips across her hardened nipples.

“S’nice,” He hummed against her sore neck before he licked the area slowly, “You’re a dirty little whore.” He teased her, his eyes dark and lustful as he pushed her back onto the mattress. She giggled as her back hit the smooth sheets, her hands stretching out slowly as she enjoyed the new material against her skin.

“Just for you,” She responded softly, her eyes drifting back towards him as she spread her legs wide for him. Billy smirked as he dropped between her legs and placed a kiss on each of her knees. She felt anticipation building inside of her as he traced his large hands between her thighs.

He pressed his palm against her core, just soft enough to tease her before he roughly smacked her clothed cunt. She gasped, jolting forward at the sensation. Her clit throbbed from it, aching as she looked at him with wide eyes.

He moved towards her neck, dragging his fingertips across her skin before he reached to the side of him. She felt her pulse quicken as she watched him pull his belt forward and wrap it around her neck. She stretched her chin out high, allowing him easy access as he hooked it around her.

“Just like a little bitch,” He grinned, mocking her as he touched his fingertips against her chin, “You look good like this, baby sister.” He teased as he flicked his tongue across his bottom lip. She inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing.

“Thank you,” She sighed softly as he brought his thumb up to her mouth. She kissed it softly before she flicked her tongue across his skin, “You’re so handsome.” She told him seriously, feeling smitten as he stared at her.

“Turn around,” He told her breathlessly, watching her intensely as he settled on his knees. She did what she was told, moving quickly so she could feel him inside of her quicker. She placed her ass high in the air, stretching out just for him, “Such a good slut.” He praised softly as he ran his palm across her ass. She listened for a second, recognizing the sound of the plastic tearing open.

She gasped as he slowly moved her panties to the side, tugging on them slowly as he exposed her pussy to him. She moaned lightly as he traced his fingers across her wet folds, touching her softly as he shifted closer to her. She craned her head to the side, desperately trying to get a good look at him. She watched as he pulled away, just enough to slide the condom over his cock.

He pressed his tip against her drenched folds, lightly dragging it against her pussy before he was pushing inside of her wet hole. She sighed in bliss, her eyes rolling back as she adjusted around his thick cock. She breathed in deeply, feeling like she was forcing more of his cock deeper inside of her.

He moved his hands down to her sides before he pressed them softly against her ass. She moaned loudly as he rocked his hips forward, his cock pressing against the area she needed him the most. She moved herself backwards, desperate to feel more of him already.

“Feels good,” She spoke breathlessly as her knees jerked forward against the sheets, sliding her around like she was sitting on butter, “Oh God. Feels so good.” She repeated as his large hands fell to her waist.

“So eager,” He breathed out softly as he bent lower, reaching over just enough to tilt her head towards him. She leaned forward as she messily collided their lips together, dire for the taste of his mouth against her own, “Slut.” He mumbled, smirking against her lips.

She sighed in response, closing her eyes deeply as Billy slowly pulled his cock from her wet walls only to slam back deep inside of her. She cried out, enjoying the forceful motions as it moved her further up the bed. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her as she grew wetter.

He licked at the corner of her mouth, his fingertips digging roughly into her skin as she hummed around him. She craved the sensation of his cock, savored how he felt despite getting to have him whenever she wanted. She flicked her tongue out against his, curling them together as her clit began to throb from the pleasure.

Billy pulled away, leaning back on his ankles as he began to slowly rock into her cunt. He rutted into her, his balls beginning to press against her skin from how deeply he was pushing into her. She curled her toes in awe as her mind melted into joy from how good it all felt.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” He breathed out raspily as he gripped a hold of the belt tightly and yanked her back against his cock. She whimpered in bliss, her walls throbbing around his cock as the pleasure raced up her spine. She urgently shook her head no, unable to form words from how tightly he was pulling on the belt, “I think you are. My naughty little bitch.” He grinned menacingly at her, looking down at her lustfully.

She parted her lips, trying to speak or to gasp out something when his warm spit collided with the corner of her lips. She knitted her eyebrows together in bliss, her clit throbbing as he spit messily against her chin this time.

She eagerly tried to lick it away as he continued to drag his cock in and out of her wet cunt, the sound of them echoing in the room. She gasped loudly as he pulled her back even further by the belt, her back flushed against his chest as he rammed into her.

She cried out in bliss, her thighs trembling as he moved his hand away from the belt and roughly gripped her chin. She whined as he smacked his fingertips against her cheek before he roughly jerked her head to the left.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning as she realized there were a group of people standing at the door watching them in fascination. She tried to find the ability to protest, but was unable to from how good Billy’s cock felt pounding into her. She could feel herself drooling as she clenched around his dick, savoring every vein and curvature of him.

“You like them seeing how dirty you are?” He teased her as he pressed his cheek against hers. His free hand slid around her abdomen, holding her in place as he roughly fucked her. She was moaning with each of his thrusts, unable to stop the pleasure that was building inside of her chest, “Do you think they know you like to get fucked by your brother?” He whispered for only her to hear before he licked her sweaty cheek.

“Uh uh,” She shook her head as she tried to coherently form a sentence. She closed her eyes, although she could still feel the gaze of other people on them. He traced his hand further down between her legs until he was roughly rubbing at her sensitive clit, “Fuck yes.” She spit out, her whole body trembling as the pleasure crashed over her.

Her mind felt fuzzy, freezing as all she could focus on was the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of her cunt. She clamped down around him, her walls squeezing him tightly as he continually dragged his cock inside of her.

He let her fall forward, her face roughly bouncing against the mattress as his hands found her hips again. He heaved her hips back harshly, his balls pressing against her skin from how deep he was inside of her. She could feel her toes curling, her mind swirling as the pleasure built up everywhere.

“Billy!” She cried out in awe as he rutted his hips into her, his tip dragging against her bundle of nerves. She jolted forward, her moans silenced by the sheets as she came around him roughly. Her boobs shook as her mouth fell wide and drool began to slip from the corners of her lips.

She tightened her fingers into fists as Billy laid over top of her, his balls smacking against her skin as he huffed above her. She whimpered, her eyes crossing as he pressed his hips up roughly against her backside. He stalled, his cock throbbing as he released thick globs of spunk inside of the condom.

She mewled as she stretched her legs out, whining as he slowly rested against her. He was breathing harshly, his breath tickling against her skin as he tried to come down from his high. She turned to her cheek, peeking out nervously to the side. She sighed in relief as she noticed the group had dispersed from the doorway.

He smacked her ass, jolting her forward as she cried out again. She giggled softly, her breath catching in her throat as he slowly pulled his softening cock from her pussy. She yelped, feeling empty as he removed himself from her fluttering walls.

“Shit,” Billy cursed softly, sounding out of breath as he slowly rolled Kim over. She stared up at him dazed, blinking her eyes harshly, “Jesus, that was nice.” He grinned, looking quite proud of himself as he leaned forward to peck her lips softly.

“Can you shut the door?” She breathed in harshly, grinning softly against his lips. He pulled away with a snort as he traced his fingertip along the curve of her wet cheek.

“I think it’s a little late for that,” He laughed as he did what she asked. He crossed the room again as he pulled a few tissues out and slowly cleaned between her legs, “You look tired.” He teased her softly as he settled between her legs again.

“You didn’t mean it, did you?” She asked him, sighing as she noticed his confused look, “That I’m a bad girl.” She blushed softly as she asked the question. He snapped his eyes up towards her, looking amused as he threw the tissues away.

“No,” He grinned as he watched her, “You’re still my good girl.” She sat up, happy with his answer as she peered at his face. She giggled, noticing that her lipstick had smeared across his lips from how roughly they’d kissed one another.

“Here,” She mumbled as she grabbed a few tissues to wipe away the red stains from his mouth, “Sorry.” She giggled softly as she observed his face again.

“I’m not,” He told her softly, “Do you think we gave them a good show?” He smirked softly as he looked up at her. She flushed as she threw the tissues away. She stood on her legs, balancing slowly as she pulled her dress over her head again. She slowly began to tie her cape around her neck again.

“Maybe,” She grinned softly as she walked airly through the room. She stopped at the mirror to straighten up her own lips, although it was still slightly stained around her mouth, “Hopefully they don’t know us.” She muttered as she looked at a fur coat that was hanging over the closet door.

“Yeah,” Billy agreed softly, “They don’t know I was fucking my baby sister.” He drawled out. She felt a sense of excitement growing as she turned to look at him, noticing how his eyes were dark once again.

“Look,” She grinned as she paused her movements. She pulled the large fur coat around herself, showing it off as it dragged against the floor, “How do I look?” She posed herself playfully, already knowing the answer to her question as she waited for his response.

“Hot,” Billy chuckled as he looked at her, “You should take it.” He responded dryly as he shook his head. She turned towards him quickly before she realized that he was just teasing her.

“Take it?” She laughed as she shook her head, but glanced at herself in the mirror, “I look ridiculous.” She told him honestly, unsure of how anyone could wear something similar and make it look nice.

“You do,” Billy noted as he nodded his head. She met his eyes in the mirror, giving him a playful look, “I mean - you look incredible.” He grinned in response as his eyes wandered over the curve of her body.

“Thanks,” She teased him softly as she dropped it from her shoulders and hung it back up, “What do you think they do with all of this money?” She asked him seriously as she peered up at the large walls. She was sure that this house was bigger than her former apartment complex.

“Whatever they want,” Billy replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a soft squeeze, “Do you want another drink?” He mumbled as he rubbed his cheek up against hers. She grinned, nodding her head happily.

“Mhm,” She smiled as she glanced back towards him, “But I’m not walking up all of these stairs again.” She told him pointedly as she turned her cheek to press her lips against his skin. He chuckled softly before he pulled her forward, tugging her back down the stairs.

She felt giddy, her heart fluttering as she held onto his hand. She squeezed his fingers softly, her eyes peered straight ahead as she ignored the whistles that followed them as they walked. She flushed, her stomach feeling full of giggles as she rushed further down the stairs.

He dragged her forward, grinning as he pulled free another can of beer and wine for her. She smiled appreciatively as he popped the lid open for her again. She pulled the bottle up to her lips and shut her eyes, enjoying the way it trickled down her throat. When she opened them again, Billy was observing her hotly. She flushed a bit, turning her gaze away from his intense one.

Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as his lips dragged against the crook of her neck. She grinned softly, her heart fluttering as she inhaled the scent of him. His teeth nipped against her skin again, making her squirm as she felt a jolt of pleasure travel down her body.

“Do you want to dance again?” She asked him eagerly as she wrapped her arm around his warm torso. She drew her eyes down his neck, admiring the small red spots that were littered around his neck.

Billy grinned as he squeezed her hip, lightly tapping her hip before he pushed her forward. She squeezed in between gaps of people, muttering small apologies until she felt like they were far enough in the crowd. Billy pulled her flush against him again, squeezing her hips softly as he began to move them to the beat of the music.

She began to feel warm as Billy’s lips fell to the crook of her neck. He pushed her short hair out of the way as he began to kiss at her sensitive skin. She breathed in, leaning back against him as his fingertips moved down to her exposed thighs.

“Billy,” She hummed softly as she rocked her hips back against him. HIs fingertips moved further and further up her legs as he slowly dragged his tongue up the curve of her neck. She could feel her stomach twisting in bliss as he squeezed at her flesh, “Are you ever satisfied?” She teased him as she slowly pressed her dress down over his hands.

“Not with you,” He smirked in response as he brought his lips down on hers. She licked away the taste of his cigarettes and the beer that lingered on his tongue. He turned her again, his hand flattening over her ass as he squeezed her flesh in his palm, “I can’t ever get enough of you.”

She scanned her eyes across his golden features, drinking in how handsome he looked. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders, being careful to keep her cold glass from touching his hot skin. She noted the slight smear of red that was still painted in the corner of his lips.

She opened her mouth to tease him about it when someone knocked into them behind. She stumbled forward against him, her hand dropping as part of her wine fell onto his shoulder. He shouted out in protest, his eyebrows wrinkling together in fury as he looked upon whomever had knocked into them.

“Sorry!” She shouted, giggling as she watched the way the liquid splashed down his skin. She quickly tried to balance the bottle, stumbling for a moment before she brought the rest up to her lips. Billy laughed as he touched his wet side, shaking his head as he looked at her. He no longer looked upset as he peered towards her.

“Careful there, Red,” He teased her as he pulled the bottle away from her lips. She looked at him surprised as he took the last gulp from her bottle. She felt a protest growing in her chest before she was quickly silenced by Billy parting her lips and slowly spitting the liquid into her mouth, “S’nice.” He smirked, his eyes dilated as he watched her.

She slowly licked the liquid away from the corner of her lips, grinning as his eyes fully examined her features. She made a show, quickly swallowing the liquid before she dramatically held her tongue out to him. She could feel her clit throbbing in between her legs again as she pictured him leaning forward to spit on her tongue again.

He cupped her face as he licked the length of her tongue, teasing her as he flicked it against the room of her mouth. She moaned against his touch, feeling like she was putty in his hands as he held her steady.

He spun her around, spinning her in great loops until she felt dizzy and was giggling in a childish way. She liked the carefree sensation that had settled over her, like nothing was wrong. It was nice to forget, to pretend that everything was okay for at least the night.

They danced messily, playfully as he continued to spin her around back and forth. She savored the image of his smile on his lips, the playful look in his eyes as he twisted her around like she weighed nothing. Her heart was beating fast from the exertion. She could feel the sweat dripping down the back of her neck, dampening her hair as she turned to face him again.

“Billy,” She whined once she felt herself beginning to sober up, “Your wolf ears.” She pointed out, pouting as she pushed her hand through his messy hair. He wrinkled his nose at her motions, still wearing a dopey grin.

“Shit,” He laughed as he touched the top of his bed, “I must’ve lost them upstairs.” He replied as he wrinkled his eyebrows together, like he truly couldn’t remember where he had left them. Kim shook her head softly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pecked her lips against his.

“I need a drink,” She told him a second later, her voice raspy from how dry it was, “Water.” She nodded her head, thinking that it sounded very nice right about now. Billy nodded his head before he linked their fingers together and began to pull her towards the kitchen again.

It was a mess when they entered it again. Empty cups and bottles were splattered everywhere, some of the alcohol was even dripping onto the kitchen floor. She messed around for a minute before she filled up a clean cup with cold water. She brought it up to her lips, gulping it down so quickly that it leaked down the corner of her lips.

“Do you want some?” She asked Billy as, breathing in deeply as she filled the cup up with water again. Billy snorted as he shook his head, already starting in on another can of beer. She drank from her cup again, enjoying how cold it was traveling down her throat.

“Excuse me,” A guy mumbled as he stepped forward, clasping his hands around Billy’s shoulders to gently nudge him out the way. He bent forward to grab his own can of beer before he turned again, “Thanks.” He smiled brightly as he left.

“What?” Kim furrowed her eyebrows together, looking at Billy curiously as she noticed the way his eyes lingered. He shook his head as he took another large swig from his can.

“Let’s go out this way,” He told her as he motioned her towards the part of the house they hadn’t been to yet. It was past the living room, but the music still blared just as loud. She kept a tight grip on him and had to keep herself from coughing as a thick cloud of smoke settled over her, “Over here.” He directed softly as he tugged her forward.

She scanned her eyes around the slightly darker room before she fanned her face, unsure of how everyone was breathing so easily when there was so much smoke in the air. She glanced around, noticing how most of the people here seemed to be branched off into their own corners of the room and making out.

“This is different.” She mumbled softly, suddenly hit with a nervous sensation as she held onto Billy a little tighter. Billy nodded his head as he continued to tug her forward, like he was searching for something.

They came to a halt near a table as a group of people their age surrounded it. She peered ahead curiously, feeling slightly nervous as she watched the way a few of them had their heads dropped onto the table. It was a second later when they tilted their heads upwards, laughing with dilated eyes.

She felt her heart stop for a quick second as she realized what was happening. She felt like the alcohol drifted out of her system within a flash as she felt her fingers tighten around his. She needed to get him out of her quickly.

“What are you doing?” She looked at him curiously, not liking that he was moving forward towards the group of people. She tugged him backwards, not expecting him to be so eager to get closer to them.

“It’s fun, don’t worry about it,” He told her quickly. She gripped his arm, shaking her head no as she was sure it was a bad idea, “I promise. It’s for fun, not for anything else.” She glanced back at what they were doing, watching the way some of them had begun to lick their lips. She felt sick to her stomach, already realizing that Billy had been doing this for some time.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled softly, already knowing that she wouldn’t allow him to do that. She tugged him back softly, wanting to get back out and dance like they had been doing a few minutes ago.

“Please,” He cupped her face softly, “It’s just a little high. Like weed.” He told her urgently. She stared at him stunned, not recognizing the look that was laced through his blue eyes. This was a whole new desperation that lingered within his gaze.

“That’s not weed.” She told him quickly. She didn’t know much about drugs, but she knew enough that this was certainly worse. She shook her head, hoping that he could realize that she was serious.

“It helps you sober up,” He said a second later, “I need to be sober to drive.” He replied as he continued to try and convince her. She blinked softly, shocked that he was being so casual about the situation.

“No,” She dismissed him, not liking the idea at all, “You just said it would make you high. Please.” She squeezed his fingers softly, trying to change his mind. Billy looked at her disappointed as he glanced back towards the table. She feared that he would ignore her pleas and do it anyway.

“Fine,” He grumbled shortly, but despite his tone she felt relieved, “I gotta piss.” He muttered offhandedly as they walked out of the room again. She still felt her heart pounding from her nerves. She felt like it was time to leave. They’d had fun for some time and now she was more than willing to go to the hotel room he’d purchased.

“Okay,” She stood on her tippy toes, trying to peer for the longest line in the room. She figured that the bathrooms were always packed, so it wasn’t a bad guess, “This way.” She guided him, noticing how his grip on her had loosened.

“Can you get me a beer while we wait?” He asked her quickly as he tapped his fingertips against his jeans. Kim chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

“I don’t think we should-,” She felt alarmed as he suddenly broke free of his grip, quickly walking through the crowd, “Billy! Hey-, wait!” She shouted after him, trying to keep up but was ultimately stalled as people pushed in front of her.

She did her best to shove and push forward, but felt like the crowd was sitting on top of her as she tried to follow behind Billy. She came to a forceful stop once she reached the end of the crowd and realized she’d lost him.

Her heart pounded roughly to the beat of the music as her nerves came to life. They clawed at her, swirling into her veins as she peered around. She felt overly hot suddenly, her stomach clenching in nausea as she tried to make sense of the faces around her.

She inhaled deeply, then exhaled. She did it twice more before she held her fists tightly together and made her way through the crowd again. She went through it slowly, trying to examine every face in case she accidentally stumbled upon Billy or someone she knew that could help.

She paused once she reached the kitchen again, feeling at a loss as she had no clue where he’d disappeared to. She glanced back to the room they’d left from, her shoulders slumping as the realization settled over her. She felt dumb because she’d clearly let him run off and do exactly what she didn’t want him to do.

She stepped through the thick fog of smoke again, suddenly feeling more ominous as she scanned the room. She felt her insides shrivel up as she was met with Billy’s dirty blonde mullet.

She began to step forward, then paused as she sank in the sight of another body resting on his lap. Her attitude changed in an instant, from somber to furious as she rushed forward with flaming cheeks.

“What are you doing?” She asked him wildly, sure that her eyes were fiery as she looked between the two of them. Dakota looked up with a pleasant smile and Kim had never felt such anger before. She wasn’t sure if it had to do with the alcohol or not, but Kim painted a nice picture of her dragging Dakota off of his lap by her hair.

“Oh,” Billy grinned, his eyes flashing with amusement as he looked up towards Kim, “Dakota couldn’t find a seat.” She turned her eyes back towards Dakota as she felt her fingers clenching into a fist.

“The floor wasn’t available?” She asked hotly as she felt the rage boiling within her. She wondered if this was what Billy felt like when he needed to punch someone.

“I like her,” Dakota grinned like it was hilarious, “She’s funny.” She laughed with Billy, her hand pressing against his bare shoulder. Kim felt her eye twitch as she took a step closer.

“Can you get off of his lap?” She asked through gritted teeth. Billy suddenly stiffened as he glanced up towards her, his eyes wide like he was surprised. Dakota paused for a moment before she nodded.

“Oh, sure,” Dakota smiled as she moved herself onto the floor, “My bad.” She held up her hands easily, her dress riding up as she settled in front of him. Kim dug her nails into her palms, trying to focus on the bigger issue as Billy flicked his tongue out across his bottom lip.

“Can we talk?” She asked Billy, feeling bitter that he had ditched her in such a manner only to pull Dakota onto his lap. She tried to keep her mind from growing suspicious, but it was hard. Billy nodded quickly as he stood, stumbling a little bit to follow her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked her as he peered down at her. He didn’t appear very concerned as he licked his lips again and had an amused look in his eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to decide where it was best to start. She was hurt with being ditched, with him lying to her, with him thinking it would be okay to touch someone else like that.

“You said you weren’t going to take any.” She decided at last, knowing that it was the biggest issue. He had promised for so long that he had not been on anything but it was clear now that he had been lying. She wondered if that’s why he had been acting so bizarre lately.

“What?” Billy shook his head with a smile, like he was trying to deny her claim; “I didn’t, I was just sitting here.” He motioned back to the table like it was no big deal. She wanted to believe him, she desperately wanted him to be speaking the truth but she wasn’t dumb. She knew what the truth was, even if he couldn’t admit it.

“Billy,” She looked at him desperately, “You’re obviously high right now.” She looked at him solemnly as she peered at his dilated eyes and the way he couldn’t stop licking his lips.

“No I’m not.” He looked slightly alarmed as he raised his eyebrows and tried to deny what she already knew. She closed her eyes for a moment, fearing that this argument wouldn’t be pretty. She didn’t think he was purposely trying to lie, but was rather ashamed that he’d been reeled back into this.

“You are,” She told him, “I can tell by your eyes.” She admitted softly as she tried to break the news to him. She didn’t want to interrogate him, that could wait. She did want to get out of here. It wasn’t a good place for him to be at.

“You’re being ridiculous,” He brushed her off in irritation, “I’ve just been drinking. Come on, let’s go dance again.” He said more chipper as he gripped her hand and to where people were still dancing.

“Let’s go,” Kim shook her head as she tried to pull him towards the door. She could feel tears of frustration beginning to form, “Please. I want to go home.” She begged him, no longer feeling in the mood to do any of this.

“No,” Billy snapped, “I'm not ready to leave. I’m here to have fun.” He told her furiously as he leaned forward. She frowned as she felt her own determination forming as he swayed back and forth.

“We had fun,” She told him seriously, “Let’s go have fun at the hotel now. Please. I just want to be around you right now.” She replied urgently, hoping that he would agree to what she said.

Billy watched her for a moment, truly looking like he was debating with what she stated. She held his hands tightly, trying to urge him through her touch.

“Cops!” Someone shouted far from the room that they were in. The music crashed just as fast, the lights shutting off completely as the sound of cop sirens filled the air.

Kim panicked as she gripped Billy, pushing him forward quickly as she fought with the rush of people. She knew they’d be in trouble if they were caught here with all of the drugs.

“Billy, come on,” Kim struggled to get him out the door. She gripped onto his waist, gasping as he leaned most of his weight against her, “Careful.” She warned him, watching the way his feet were awkwardly moving. She paused, letting him adjust before she moved them forward again. She realized he must’ve drunk a lot more than she’d realized to be stumbling around so badly.

She could feel her arm straining from how heavy he was beginning to feel as he rested against her. She shifted him again, struggling to pull him down the hill towards where they parked when someone emerged from the trees.

“What are you two out doing?” The cop lingered in front of them, smiling like they’d just been caught red handed. Kim gulped harshly, feeling a little sick as she held onto Billy. He continued to sway back and forth, gently knocking into her.

“Heading home,” She said meekly, “Is there a problem?” She could feel the sweat beginning to build against the back of her neck and in her eyebrows. Her heart was doing somersaults in her chest as she did her best to remain calm as Billy continued to sway against her.

“Have you been drinking?” The cop looked between the two of them, but lingered longer against Billy. She gulped hard, her throat feeling dry as she tried to keep the situation under her control. Billy snorted to himself but she nudged him, trying to keep him silent.

“I haven’t,” She spoke up for Billy, noticing the arrogant smile that was forming on his lips, “I’m safe to drive. I promise.” She nodded her head quickly, her shoulders feeling heavy from how Billy was leaning against her.

“Right,” The cop nodded his head, “Do you have some ID?” He looked at her curiously, tilting his head. She gulped, knowing she absolutely did not have her ID on her. She paused as she tried to think of her next excuse, before Billy was leaning away from her.

“Uh huh,” Billy grinned smugly as he began to dig in his pockets, “Right here, officer.” He laughed as he handed it to him, but quickly froze as a baggy fell onto the ground in front of them. He froze, like he’d suddenly sobered up within a split second.

“What’s this?” The cop tilted his head as he lifted the baggy up, examining it deeply. Kim looked at Billy, trying to hide her horror.

“That is-,” Billy inhaled deeply before he stopped speaking. He pulled away from Kim completely as he spoke this time, “Mine. It’s all mine, not hers.”

“Billy,” She gaped at him, “What are you doing?” She whispered harshly. She was fully ready to go down with him, to not have him deal with the situation on his own. He sent her a harsh look, silencing her completely.

“Why don’t you take a ride with me son?” The cop asked as he jerked his head back towards the cruiser, “Without struggle.” Billy nodded his head, looking stoic as he pressed his keys into Kim’s open hand.

She felt frozen as she watched Billy stumble towards the cop cruiser. She panicked a second later, feeling tears forming as she gripped a hold of his keys. She glanced back, about to shout that she’d meet Billy there but he was already inside of the shut car.

She rushed around, trying to remember where they’d parked as she sniffled her tears away. She wiped at her eyes trying to keep her emotions at bay. She couldn’t freak out, not when Billy needed her.

She shakily started his car as she tried to think about how to go forth with this. She had money, but she feared it wouldn’t be enough to release him. She didn’t want to ask their parents, but she figured she had no other choice. At least he wouldn’t be left in jail.

She drove slow, trying to follow others through the crazy twists and turns. She had to pull over twice and fumble through his dashboard to find one of his maps that he had placed inside. She was sure that she had made the ink bleed through her tears, but she was still able to find her way out.

It was late, far late by the time she made it to the house. She fumbled with the doorknob, horrified that it was locked. She gulped harshly before moving to one of the windows, feeling a little relieved that it was partially open. She pulled it open before she crawled inside, her chest tight from how panicked she felt.

“Daddy,” Kim cried, trying to keep her sniffles at bay as she nudged Sam awake, “Daddy, please.” She shook Sam a little harder, urging him to wake up. She took a step back as Sam finally began to stir.

“What’s wrong?” He snapped up suddenly, his eyes wide as he blinked the sleep away. He shifted towards the edge of his bed quickly, looking at her alarmed as he stumbled to turn the lamp on, “Kim, what’s going on?” He quickly blinked the sleep away from her eyes, squinting as he searched for his glasses.

“It’s Billy,” She breathed in deeply, still sobbing as she tried to recollect her words on what she was supposed to say, “He got caught.” She felt frantic as she tried to think of the right thing to say. She didn’t want to get Billy in trouble, but she knew she couldn’t fix anything without their help.

“What happened?” Rosemary was shifting just as frantically, looking at Kim with wide eyes as fear crossed her features, “Caught? What do you mean caught?” She asked hurriedly as she threw her robe over her shoulders. Kim blinked her eyes as more hot tears fell down her cheeks.

“We went-,” Her throat burned as she cried harder. A hiccup became trapped in her throat as she tried to form words again. She shook her head, crying harder as she suddenly felt like she’d been punched. She tried to catch her breath, but was suddenly left gaping as if she couldn’t collect any air to fill her lungs.

“It’s okay,” Sam reassured her as he rubbed his hands up and down her shoulders, “Take a deep breath. Calm down and then tell us what happened.” He told her slowly. She nodded her head, focusing on him for a moment as she tried to calm the rough way her heart was beating.

“We went to a party,” She finally managed to spit out, “And the cops came so we were leaving. Only he kept stumbling and an officer approached us. Billy was handing over his ID when this baggy of stuff dropped from his pocket and they arrested him.” She said in one breath, her eyes wide and dry as she looked forward. She felt her shoulders slumping, knowing there was no denying what it was.

“Shit,” Rosemary spit out, crossing the room quickly as she turned the light on. Kim blinked rapidly from how bright it was, “We’ve gotta get down to the station now. What did he have?” She looked back at Kim worriedly as she quickly began to search through her clothes.

“Calm down,” Sam said briskly as he stood, crossing the room to where Rosemary was beginning to grab her clothes, “We don’t know what’s going on yet. He may not have been booked.” He touched her hand softly, like he was trying to reassure her.

“Yet?” Rosemary questioned in disbelief, “There is no reason to book him. He’s innocent and we need to get down there right now.” She said harshly, but sounded like she was seconds away from breaking down into tears.

“We will get to him,” Sam said slowly as he reapproached the subject, “But don’t start panicking yet. Kim, go get cleaned up okay.” He gestured towards her, motioning her out quickly. She paused as she took a hesitant step forward.

“I want to go and make sure he’s okay.” She said roughly, her throat feeling dry as she looked up towards Sam. She felt guilty, so incredibly guilty for everything that had happened. She should’ve fought harder to stay away from the party.

“You can’t go like that,” Sam replied softly, “Please. Just go get cleaned up. We need to get a few other things set up first anyways.” He nodded at her, his eyes sending her a pleading look as he gestured her out the door again. She nodded her head slowly before she stepped out of the room.

She was still panicking but she did as Sam said. She scrubbed her makeup off in the sink, her hands shaking from her actions. She looked up at the mirror as she was hit with an incredible amount of guilt again.

She vomited again, sure that she had emptied all of her stomach by the time she was done. She dry heaved for a moment, her eyes watering from how harsh her motions had been. She scrubbed her teeth afterwards, desperate to rid the taste on her mouth.

She showered quickly, hoping to wipe away the remnants of the night. She breathed in deeply, trying to control the way her heart was beating roughly inside of her chest. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the shower tiles and break down into tears again, but she wouldn’t let herself. She knew she needed to be strong, that she needed to be there for Billy.

She barely brushed her hair out, already changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt when she heard footsteps down the hallway. She rapidly followed behind Sam, noticing the furious movements that Rosemary was taking to get outside. She began to grip her shoes when Sam approached her again.

“Kim, wait,” Sam stopped her before she could follow, “I know you want to see him but first we need to figure this out.” He told her softly, his brown eyes flickering over her features. She looked at him confused, knowing that is what they were going to do.

“Okay,” She nodded her head, “Let’s go.” She told him quickly, feeling scared to know how Billy was doing. She could feel the anticipation building inside of her chest, threatening to pop from how badly she needed reassurance from him. She needed to know that he was okay.

“Which means,” Sam spoke over her again, “I need you to stay with Russell and Max.” He sighed, like he was already waiting for her outburst. She shook her head, not believing the words that left his lips.

“No,” She said in disbelief, “I’m coming with. He needs me.” She told Sam furiously, but only felt like a small child as she spoke to him. She could tell by the look that Sam gave her, that no amount of tantrum throwing would make her get her way.

“Kim,” He spoke softly, “I understand how you feel, but you need to let Rosemary and I deal with it. It could be hours before he’s booked or anything else. As soon as I figure out what’s happening I’ll call you.” He looked at her gently, like he somehow knew where she was coming from. She gulped hard, feeling sick to her stomach as she thought about her options. She didn’t want to leave Billy alone, but she also knew that the situation was out of her control.

“Please let me go with you,” She replied again, feeling saddened as she looked up at him, “I won’t ask you for anything. Nothing. I can’t just stay here knowing that he’s trapped in there.”

“There is nothing you can do,” Sam told her seriously, “The chances of anyone speaking to him tonight are slim. If anything, he’ll end up calling here from the station. Listen to the phone, alright?” Sam did his best to reassure her, but all she felt was small as she nodded her head. She wanted to be there for Billy, regardless if she would be able to see him or not.

“I’m going,” She said at last, “With you or without you. I need to be there for him.” She told Sam sternly, nodding her head as if she could convince him easily. Sam breathed in deeply as he pinched his temple.

“I guess if you want to wake up Max and Russell that’s up to you,” He said quickly as the car horn went off, “But they’re your responsibility right now.” He told her strictly. She nodded her head slowly, all too familiar with taking care of Max.

“I’ll get them up,” She replied, sure that they would both want to be there for Billy regardless, “I’ll meet you there.” She said urgently before she bounded down the hallway, determined to get Billy out as quickly as possible.

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She had hoped by the time she arrived with Max and Russell that Billy would be released, but that clearly wasn’t the case. She scanned the room until she found Sam and then she walked quickly, hoping that he hadn’t been correct.

“What’s going on?” She asked, sounding slightly out of breath as she spoke. Sam scanned the three of them before he took a deep breath and brought his cup of coffee up towards his lips.

“Rosemary is talking with them now,” Sam said softly as he held his arm out, letting Max slink into the spot next to him, “I don’t know if he’ll be leaving with us today.” He looked at her hesitantly, like he was afraid to speak the words.

“Why?” She looked at him in disbelief, her heart beginning to race harder as she thought about Billy being locked away. He didn’t deserve to be in jail, not for something this small.

“He’s only been sentenced for a week, but it’s his bond,” Sam continued to speak softly, like it would somehow calm her nerves, “It’s a lot. We can cover part of it, but we don’t have all of the amount.” He looked stressed as he fumbled with his glasses for a moment. Kim shook her head, like she didn’t understand what he meant.

“Use my paycheck,” She replied quickly, “I have money lying around.” She told him quickly. It wasn’t a whole lot, but she thought they could figure out a way to make more. Sam parted his lips but Russell spoke first.

“You can use my money too.” Russell offered quickly, looking towards Kim as he nodded his head. She tried to grin, but it was too forced and awkward. She was still too frazzled to pretend like things would be okay.

“And mine.” Max said a second later as she looked up towards Sam. Kim felt a little relieved as she looked at the both of them, sure that it had to mean something. But by the look on Sam’s face, she knew it was pointless.

“Even with that,” Sam nodded at each of them, “We’re about $650 short.” He glanced towards Kim as he broke the news. She stalled for a second, not understanding why the amount would be so high. She tugged on her hair nervously, wondering if Billy had a lot more than what he was supposed to.

“Oh,” Kim paused, her eyes widening at the amount, “You don’t have an emergency fund?” She asked meekly, but felt like she already knew the answer to that question. Russell collapsed in the seat next to Max, looking exhausted as he crossed his arms.

“That’s what we used to cover the first part of it,” Sam sighed, “We’ll figure something out.” He told them reassuringly. Kim slowly sat down, feeling a little numb as she realized they’d be leaving Billy behind. Her mind began to swirl as she began to search for a way to find that much money before the week was over.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove stepcest #tw stepcest #tw pseudocest #billy hargrove x original character #stepcest #dancing in the dark #Billy x Kim

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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Can you write Poly!Lost Boys x s/o x Michael? The lost boys let s/o seduce Michael into the dark side?

Oh hO HO- Okay, here you go. Making this an everyone loves Michael fic, and not including Star/Laddie.

Good Job, Michael (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O x Michael)

Word Count: 1725

Warnings: cursing, descriptions of blood/violence/gore

David's hand itched for a cigarette while he and his boys sat on their bikes. His mind was a swirl of thoughts, all of them complicated and muddled by the blondes own emotions. He knew what he had to do. Max wanted Lucy, and he thought her sons were the best way to get her. They turn Michael and Sam, and then Lucy turns. Ta-da, happy ending. But things weren't always that easy.

They sat on their bikes, knowing that somewhere, probably right at this moment, you were getting hit on. And that you were entertaining it. The thought didn't settle easy among the group, and instead it held over them like a persistent fog. Some members were more outspoken than others with their disapproval of the tactic, with Marko having been bitching about it since they woke up. He'd hesitated when letting you go, his gloved hand resting on your hip for a just a moment too long. All it did was pause you from saying goodbye to the others and you gave him a look, but he settled to just huff and wait to truly start complaining for when you left.

Paul was usually a chatterbox, but one of the least confrontational of all the boys. He preferred "peace and love, man", even if he tore into surf-nazis each night. But the way he was tapping on his bike handle and looking around gave him away. He didn't like this either, and finally he uttered out a whine of,

"Where are they?" They weren't used to letting you stray far. They rarely left eachothers sides, and their instincts were practically begging them to find you. Surprisingly, it was Dwayne that answered.

"Be patient." He said, his voice deep and bristly. He didn't like this as much as the others, that was clear by the permanent scowl on his face. His hands were gripping his handlebars, his knuckles tightening and threatening to snap the metal underneath his fingers. So much for patience.

While they all agreed that none of them liked this, David couldn't deny that another wave of emotion was clouding his mind. One that he'd carefully avoided, but resurfaced the second they saw you emerge from the crowd. Blue eyed, curly haired brunette in tow. The same feeling, the edging, burning interest of a new crush, edged his mind. One that he'd decided to keep to himself, even if the way he chose to stare at the brunette betrayed him to the others. The second the boys caught the way he was looking at the brunette, there was a sigh, small tittering, and a roll of hazel-green eyes. It didn't help that you were giving Michael the same exact goo-goo eyes.

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You hadn't expected to actually like the brunette. You knew what David wanted, what Max planned. This was supposed to just be a simple trick, something to keep Max happy and off your back. A simple necessity, like drinking blood each night. Sure, having another boy around wasn't completely unwelcome, but, again, you hadn't expected to like him.

You found him after he donned a new, obviously new, leather jacket. He had seen the boardwalk, and the teens that owned it, and was trying desperately to fit in. It made you smile, a small feeling of pity flitting through you. The poor boy was even considering getting his ear pierced. You stepped forward, offering a quick,

"It's a rip-off." To catch his attention. He turned, and his eyes found you. He was quick to follow, asking,

"What?" And you smiled. A real smile. He was clueless. It was almost cute.

"It's a rip-off. Get a sewing needle and some ice, it'll do the job." You said, and he smiled for a moment, doing his best to follow you through the crowd.

"What's your name?" He asked, and you offered it freely. He repeated it, and was quick to chirp back. "I'm Michael." He said, and you nodded. You knew. You repeated his name back, catching his eye as you did so.

You looked him over now that you were closer, and, for the shadow of a moment, you saw exactly what he could become. The faint image of a Lost Boy was hidden behind his face, and you didn't doubt that in a few weeks, if not a few nights, he would grow into that image nicely. You couldn't help but say,

"You new to Santa Carla?" You asked, and he rubbed the back of his neck before he replied,

"That obvious, huh?" He asked, and you chuckled. He was oddly charming. He was like a puppy, filled with naivety and the need to be accepted. Liked.

"Just a little bit." You said, making a pinching gesture with your fingers. "But I like the jacket." You said, and you saw how that brought a smile to his face. He touched it, like he'd almost forgot that he was wearing it. You had to stifle a laugh when he said,

"This old thing?" And you reached out. He watched your hand come towards his, and he seemed excited for a moment. Excited from the idea that you were going to take his hand. You did, but only to pull a price tag from his wrist. You held it up, and, in a moment, he flushed. You couldn't stop your laugh then, and you had to tease him.

"Old thing, huh?" You said, but you were quick to wave your own comment away. "It's nice, though. It suits you." You said, and you watched him rub his neck again. You couldn't tell if his embarrassment was from having been caught in his lie or from being complimented by you. Still, he had enough confidence to ask,

"Wanna get something to eat?" As his bike came nearer. You nodded, and you could practically feel the stare from your boys on your back.

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That was exactly what you asked him as you lead him into the dunes, the rest of your boys hooting and hollering behind you. Dwayne had thrown his arm around Marko, with Paul raising his hands teasingly at David. When you stopped near a tree, just above a partying group of teens, the laughter died. The tension had become suddenly thick, and Michael uncomfortably asked,

"I thought you said we were getting food?" He asked, and the boys snickered as they climbed into the tree. They'd been hazing him for days, even as their own feelings grew. But none of them were willing to do anything that would halt his progress, even if the tension was growing thicker between him and David. He would turn, and then they could pursue him.

You and Michael hung back for a moment, and you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. You looked at him. He had grown exactly into the image you had pictured. His cheeks were dusted with stubble, his sunglasses hanging from his white shirt. An earring hanging from his left ear. He was staring at you the same way he always did. So full of trust, naivety, and a willingness to please. Again, you found that you nearly pitied him. It's why you couldn't let him go into this completely blind, even if that had been David's plan.

"You've been having a weird pain lately, right?" You asked him, and his brows furrowed with confusion. You knew the thirst had hit him already, even if he hadn't acted on it. "And your hand." You reached for it. He'd told you about how Nanook had bitten him, but he'd skipped the detail about the mirror. His hand was now healed, as if he hadn't been bitten at all. While he wasn't the brightest, he was smart enough to realize that wasn't normal. You and the boys had succeeded in distracting him the night before, but now he had to know. "These are bad people, Michael. You don't need to feel guilty." You whispered, but he looked more confused than anything. He held your hand, giving it a squeeze. Before he could ask, you interruped, "Here, I'll show you." You said, guiding him towards the tree and then leaving him there while the boys watched you. While you'd given him just the slightest of hints, now it was time to set the plan into motion. Michael nearly followed you, only to be caught by Paul and Marko after a quick look from David. David trusted you, as did the others, as you stepped down towards the firelight.

Michael watched how the boys jeered at you, how one quickly took to your side. He was drunk, and it looked as if he planned on messing with you. The others quickly noticed you, and they circled you like a pack of wolves. The boys watched as Michael's- well, they couldn't tell if it was jealousy or protectiveness- flared, his eyes turning yellow. David smirked, and he leaned towards the brunette. Setting a hand on his shoulder, he said,

"You gonna let them do that, Michael?" And he nodded at the two blondes. They let him go, and just then one of the boys gave you a nudge. One that seemingly nearly knocked you to the ground. It was a bit of pretending on your part, but that was all it took.

His face had shifted completely, becoming almost lionesque as his fangs descended. Without the boys to grab him, he flew. You watched as they ripped and tore into the man's shoulder, knocking him flat onto his face. You watched as your boys laughed, joining him and pouncing as the surf-nazis began to try to run away. You snatched one for yourself, the blood hitting the back of your throat in a hot gush. The six of you were having a frenzy, and you tossed the limp body into the fire as the adrenaline filled your veins. You looked over at the curly haired brunette, his eyes still shining yellow instead of blue. He was panting, with blood drenched down his chin, neck, and the front of his shirt. He looked beautiful, not just to you but to the boys you had been with for- well, you couldn't remember exactly how long. He was truly one of you now, and you didn't hesitate to pull him in for a kiss. He moaned and licked at your mouth, whether to deepen it or catch the blood decorating it you couldn't tell.

When you pulled away, you caressed his stubbly cheek. His eyes had faded back to blue, but the completion of the transformation numbed any expected remorse. He simply ducked down again, capturing your lips once more, before the both of you giggled and you said,

"Good job, Michael."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #michael the lost boys #the lost boys michael #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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ageoffeet · 3 years

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Hi hey this is dannythedog can I get something fluffy with Sammy? I’m thinking like you’re bffs with Danny and Sam has always been kinda distant but it turns out he just likes you?

One smooch for you 😘

I humbly submit this written piece for you my lady 😌

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You didn't know what his problem was. You had originally assumed since you both were best friends with Danny that you two would be close as well. Right? Wrong. In the year you've known Sam, he's hardly said more than a sentence to you. You even caught him walk out of the room once just because you had walked in.

You were at lunch with Danny when Sam called him and you froze in your seat.

"Hey, what're you doing right now?" Sam lazily questions over the phone.

Danny gives you a mischievous look before replying, "I'm just out eating lunch. You should come." You cock your eyebrow in disbelief. He's going to trick Sam into hanging out with you because Sam would never step foot on the block if he knew you were there too.

"Uh okay send me the place." Sam hangs up and Danny picks up his cup to take a sip, completely ignoring the baffled look your face is conveying.

"Dan!" He chuckles a little and sets down his glass before raising his brown eyes to yours.

"Yes, y/n, best friend in the whole world?" You roll your eyes.

"He hates me. You can't trick him or he'll think I'm a part of it."

"First of all, you're wrong," you pause to let Danny continue his rant. "He doesn't hate you. he just gets nervous around you." You try to fight the blush creeping its way up onto your cheeks. You can't deny that Sam is attractive and you've definitely had some...thoughts about him before but that all went out the window when he started actively avoiding you.

"He doesn't seem like the type to be nervous around people." You counter, choosing to focus on your mimosa in front of you.

"He's not! That's what's so crazy about it!" You laugh at your friend and watch him take another big gulp from his beer. He was most certainly tipsy, he never divulged stuff about Sam like this. Danny was usually the king of keeping his friends' secrets. Just like that night you two got wine drunk and you spilled that you liked Sam, he's never mentioned it to Sam. You were sure of it and you loved him for that.

You feel guilty, but you crave more information about this boy.

"What makes him so nervous around me?" You word your sentence carefully, not wanting to seem too interested. Danny makes a show of rolling his eyes and slamming his empty glass back on the table. God, it was only 1pm.

"Uhh I think you know why," he smirks and shakes his head as if your question was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"I really don't, Dan.."

"Sam!" You turn to where Danny is looking and see Sam falter after seeing you sat at the table. He takes a deep breath and continues until he pulls a seat from a nearby table and sits down beside Daniel.

"Hey, y/n." Sam states, like the simple act of greeting you was tiresome.

You mumble a 'hey' back and go back to watching the liquid swirl around as you move your glass on the table.

Danny lets out a dramatic sigh. "Sam, y/n thinks you hate her but she still likes you. Y/n, Sam thinks you're intimidating and pretty."

You and Sam both let out a "Danny!" at your friend's confession. Danny giggles and excuses himself to the bathroom, leaving you and Sam staring at the table in shock.

"Is it true?" You finally manage to whisper out after what seems like an eternity. You fight your racing heart and lift your gaze to see Sam already looking at you. His cheeks are flushed and his chestnut hair is haphazard from him nervously running his hands through it.

"Um. Yeah. I don't hate you," he nervously laughs and you let a smile grow on your features.

"So you avoided me for so long because you think I'm pretty?" You both laugh at the ridiculousness of the real reason and he gives you a warm smile, something you're not used to seeing from him.

"Don't forget the intimidating part." You continue your laughing in disbelief when the waitress interrupts to take Sam's drink order.

"Um..does this mean you'll start hanging out with me now?" You ponder aloud after the waitress leaves your table with a smile.

"I was actually going to ask you on a date.." your eyes crinkle at the force of your smile when a thought pops into your mind.

"Should we go see if Danny is okay? He's been gone for ten minutes now." You both share another round of laughs before Danny comes stumbling back to the table.

"Dan, thought you passed out in there or something," Sam comments with an amused laugh.

"Hell no, I can handle myself but hey, are you guys dating now at least?"

"Uh," you look up at Sam for approval and his eyes lit up. "Yeah, I think so."

#gvf #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #jake kiszka #sam gvf #sam kiskza #sammy kiszka #strange horizons #jake gvf #peaceful army #short blurb

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nocturna-starr · 3 years

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Prompter: @gottacatchghosts

Prompt: Danny/Jazz swap AU: Jazz is the half ghost and Danny is the older sibling. Go wild on your take of how this would all play out

Words: 1811

Notes: Related to THIS fic

“Hey Jazz, can you stand still for a minute? The lighting by you is perfect!”

“Daniel!”

A flash went off. Jazz blinked away the spots. Where had he come from? She would have sworn that it had only been her in the kitchen a few seconds ago. How had he come in so fast, or alternatively, how long had Daniel been watching her? Sometimes Jazz wondered who really was the ghost in their family, him or her?

“That was perfect!” Daniel cheered, “Now I’ll need a couple more photos and then you can go.”

“I thought you wanted to be a painter, Daniel?” Jazz frowned, “Since when did you care about photography?”

“Since I was the first one in all of Amity Park to catch a photo of the ghost girl in action! I discovered that I really do have a natural talent for it.” Daniel gloated as he changed the filters on his camera. Jazz smiled. It had been a long time since she had seen this side of her brother.

“Okaaayyy” She tried to sound like she was doing him a favour. If he knew that she was actually happy for him, then Daniel would never let it go.

“I knew you would agree!” Daniel grinned, “Now I have a bunch a filters that I need to try out! How busy is your day today?”

“Well I was planning to meet spike at the mall…”

“Perfect! I swear these photos are going to make you a star!” Daniel smirked, “Or at least get your name in the history books when these pictures come through.”

xXx

“I’m so sorry I’m late Spike! Daniel is on another stupid project kick.” Jazz huffed as she sat down in the mall’s cafeteria. Her friend looked up from the phone game he was playing. She wondered how long he had been waiting for her. Spike rarely ever tried out mobile games unless he was absolutely bored.

“And he says that he is nothing like his parents. Dude really is clueless to his own tendencies, isn’t he?” Spike laughed, “Maybe it’s a Fenton trait?”

“What do you mean by that?” Jazz asked.

“You still haven’t noticed my- You know what? I’ll let you figure it out.” Spike took a huge gulp from his soda.

“Come on Spike! That’s not fair!” Jazz whined. How could she even begin to guess something if she didn’t have a hint? She wasn’t a genius like her parents or her brother. She couldn’t help it she accidentally overlooked something that she didn’t even know was supposed to be there!

“Nothing is fair in love and war.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jazz wondered. Spike only smirked. He was about to explain (or maybe torment Jazz some more) when he was interrupted by one of Daniel’s friends.

“Hey Jazz! Have you seen Danny?” asked her brother’s not-so-secret admirer, Sam Manson. Jazz sighed. Judging by the new camera hanging from her neck, Sam seemed to be encouraging Daniel’s new endeavor. That meant he would be taking pictures for the next month or so. It was something that Jazz was not looking forward to.

“He’s in the house taking photos of plants. Or he decided he wanted to go on another jungle adventure and went into the ghost zone.” Jazz rolled her eyes. She muttered under her breath, “Then I’ll have to save him again this week…”

“Do you think he’s dumb enough to do that again?” Spike laughed, “Last time he got chased half-way across the zone by Klemper!”

“But he got some awesome pictures!” Sam grinned. She practically skipped away. Jazz giggled at her enthusiasm. She could see what Daniel liked about Sam. Maybe by this summer they would finally get together. Then they wouldn’t have another Ember situation.

“Your brother is going to get eaten by a ghost one day and all his friends are going to care about is that he got a good picture.” Spike snickered, “Man, I feel bad for him.”

Jazz joined into his laughter, “Yeah, but don’t feel too bad for him. You should have seen him when Tucker got attacked by Technus. He managed to get the two of them to stand still long enough for him to take a sketch.”

“And he didn’t snap a photo why?”

“As much as he hates to admit it, Daniel is just like our parents! He wanted to prove a point or something.”

Spike nodded in agreement, “Wanna get some ice cream?”

“You bet I do!”

xXx

The two best friends sauntered in the park, enjoying the beautiful weather and the lack of ghost attacks. It was peaceful times like these that Jazz liked the most. Times where she could just be a regular fifteen-year-old kid.

Of course, peace doesn’t last long in Amity Park.

“Wanna take a selfie?” Spike asked, “It’s been a while since our last!”

Jazz smiled, trying not to feel too guilty. Since becoming Jazz Phantom, she had veered away from cameras. In all of her research, she had discovered that photos tended to… change while in the presence of other ghosts. Yet the photos Daniel had taken of her, always seemed to end well. Maybe she was just being too paranoid?

“Say cheese!” Spike said, sounding way too bright to be considered a goth.

“Cheese!”

Spike took the picture, then went to see the results, “Uh… Jazz?”

He handed over the picture to her trembling. Nervous, Jazz took a look and paled.

Spike looked happier than he has in a long time. She on the other hand… If you showed the picture to anyone else, they would probably think that Spike had gotten a picture with Jazz Phantom herself! Jazz’s eyes were the bright red of her ghost form. Her hair was blue as the ocean. Her clothes looked faded, though if Jazz squinted, she could make out her logo.

All in all, this was a disaster.

“We have to get those photos from Daniel!” Jazz squeaked. She dived into a bush, transforming into her other half. Without a second thought she took to the skies, heading towards her home.

“Guess my plans have been cancelled,” Spike muttered, “Better tell mom not to cancel that trip to my therapist.”

xXx

“Daniel?” Jazz called while entering the house, “Are you here?”

Fentonworks was too quiet… Like her entire family was ready to attack her. She shivered, were they watching her? Jazz was afraid to even consider this. Maybe… maybe… Maybe her parents were out, and Daniel was with his friends?

“I’m up here,” Daniel called from up the stairs.

That didn’t feel like a trap at all.

With the very little courage she had left, Jazz carefully made her way up the stairs. Her yes darted around, waiting to catch the slightest movement. She prayed that her life was not about to fall apart. How could she have been so trusting? Daniel was her brother, but he had also been raised by ghost hunters. What if he warned her that she would have to leave? What if the government was here to take her away? These seconds could be the last of the life she had once known.

“Hey Jazz! The filters worked like a charm!” Daniel called from the top of the stairs. The ghostly heroine nearly fell down the stairs in surprise.

“Danny?!”

“Oh sorry. Totally didn’t mean to scare you little sis! Sam, Tucker and I have finally come up with a filter that can properly take pictures of anyone. No more red eyes, or blurry pictures! And it’s not going to malfunction around you like all of our other inventions!” Daniel was talking at a mile a minute.

Jazz sighed in relief. He hadn’t mentioned how her picture had looked. Did it mean that her brother had discovered a way to properly photograph half ghosts? She would need to steal a dozen of these camera filters which, knowing her brother, he would have around.

Jazz practically skipped down the stairs, “I was just seeing where everyone was! I’m going to go find Spike again! Tell mom and dad that I’ll be home for dinner!”

“Okay? But don’t you want to hear more?” Daniel asked.

She answered his question by racing out of the door. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate her brother’s efforts. But Daniel could be just like Jack Fenton when explaining how something worked. She supposed she could be the same way when talking about psychology.

xXx

Daniel shook his head and sighed as his sister slammed the door. While he could understand her concerns, it still hurt to be rejected that way. It wasn’t like he could tell her that he knew her secret. She would freak out and try to trick him into thinking he just saw things. Now wasn’t the time for him to get down. He had just invented something revolutionary!

“How did you know that adding ectoranium to the filter would work?” Tucker asked, turning on the hall light, “And why did you have to tell her in the dark?”

“Cause it’s more fun to tell her that way. Who’d think that the ghost girl was afraid of the dark?” Sam answered for him, as she exited his room.

“Honestly, I forgot to turn on the lights.”

His two best friends howled but Daniel frowned. How could he have been so stupid? He’d after to reassure Jazz that everything was okay in a subtle way. Afterall, Jazz had a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions.

“I’m curious too,” Sam began, after she had calmed down a little, “how did you come up with the idea?”

“Ectoranium is the opposite or ectoplasm. I figured that the ectoranium would cancel out the effects that Jazz’s powers had on the camera. Now she can have her picture taken at school or join in family photos without a need for an excuse.” Daniel replied.

“That was very sweet of you Danny.” Sam gushed.

Daniel didn’t reply. Instead he headed back into his room. He put his hand under the mattress and pulled out the photo album he had been working on for the past couple of months. Carefully he placed one of the photos he had taken that day into the album. He flipped the picture over and wrote a note just like he had done to the other pictures.

This is the first photo taken with the new lens. Use the lens to reveal the true door. If the event has not happened, ignore this.

“Dude, the cryptic messages are a little freaky.” Tucker said.

“Call them safeguards, for just in case.” Daniel closed the book and hid it under his mattress again. Once he was done hiding his gift, he turned to his friends and smirked.

“Anyone want to see if we can get a picture of that Box Ghost again?”

“We’re in!”

#phic phight 2021 #jazz phantom #danny fenton #swap au

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diredove · 3 years

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Curious Fool

My first time attempting to write anything longer than headcanons, please note I’m going off of this AU! I’m in love with Crowley so I see this as an x reader story, but it can easily be interpreted as something else!

Warnings: Very Mild cursing, Crowley being scary (as in, threatening and a hand squeezing a throat), Me grasping at straws to make Potentially Evil!Dire make sense! Gender Neutral Reader as well!

You wondered about Dire Crowley more than you would like to admit. He was an enigma that your brain for some reason was terribly invested in solving. It started small, maybe because you were holding back your suspicion out of guilt, the man had given you a roof over your head and food to eat in this strange new world, surely he deserved better than you concocting conspiracy theories about him? But gratitude should not inspire stupidity in someone, and it didn't inspire in you.

Why exactly was he being so gracious? For all the pretty words he spoke to you, he certainly didn't act guilty. Every sympathy he offered to your plight felt like it was meant to silence you, "Shush, no more of that." he seemed to whisper between the lines. Yes, it was all too bad you were stuck in a world not your own and that poor, poor Crowley was working himself to the bone to find a way back for you to no avail, but what would you have him do? He's already being so kind.

And that was another thing, wasn't it? He wasn't all that kind at all, or if he was it was only in a backhanded way. Wasn't he just the sweetest thing alive for giving you a place to stay? As if you weren't breaking your damn back every single night sleeping on the couch of the teacher's lounge and waking to the racket of your dearest headmaster starting up that monstrous coffee maker at the crack of dawn each morning! Well, what about the food you were provided every single meal time? Quite generous, he'd say. And you would beg to differ because you had a diet of convenience store sandwiches and children's snacks and sodas! Everything you ate was from Sam's shop and didn't cost that old crow a dime!

And maybe, just maybe, you would have been more understanding and grateful for it given your circumstances, if Dire Crowley wasn't absolutely loaded. He could easily afford to buy you actual meals, put you up some place that wasn't a glorified common room, pay you! But for all his guilt and graciousness, he didn't. It felt like he was trying to trick into being grateful to him when he hadn't actually done anything for you to be grateful for, in the grand scheme of things.

But that's not all. If that had been it then you could have convinced yourself you were being dramatic and gone on with your topsy turvy little life. But no, Dire Crowley simply would not let you rest (on a proper bed or otherwise).

Why did he act like that? You were not someone to turn your nose up at an odd personality, considering how well you were handling being in a potential alternate universe, one might say you have one yourself. But there was just something... off about him. He always seemed a bit too happy, he laughed just a tad too hard, his stares were too intense, he went silent after whatever spiel he'd been on so quick you'd think he had a switch inside him. Alone, those were just the quirks of being human (though you didn't even know enough to call him that either), but they stacked up quickly.

And you had really fought with yourself on this, worried you were being prejudice against him out of paranoia, but then you saw him get angry.

Everyone gets angry, everyone yells sometimes, it's a fact of life and you're an adult who can accept that. But seeing the headmaster shift from harmless eccentric man to inflicting backbreaking labor on teenagers who didn't get to explain themselves at all was rather... jarring to say the least. He yelled in his oddly charming accent and his mask hid whatever anger would have shown on his face, and maybe you were being overprotective of the young ones and forgetting that that type of punishment was far more manageable in a world of magic. But you couldn't shake the feeling that he was holding back, like he was seconds away from sounding like a different person beneath the quirky act. Like a parent putting on a goofy voice to scold their child to keep themselves from letting their frustration show.

But, and maybe you're just dense from here on, all that did was make you squint a little. There was just as much of a chance of him putting up a front as there was of you misunderstanding things and reaching too far. But the seed had been planted, and now you were curious.

So, instead of coming up with crazy ideas you had no backing for, you thought: "Let's just ask."

Not Dire, of course, as if he would tell you the truth or appreciate you prodding him. Thankfully though, there were people close to him that you could interrogate instead.

And then you started hitting walls, thick ones.

"What's Dire's deal?" Seemed like a pretty clear question, so why was every single answer you got so convoluted?

Sam had tried to act unbothered, but you saw how his hand froze as he stocked the shelves of the Mystery Shop. He looked at you with his bright smile and waved his free had dismissively.

"He's something alright, I'll give him that! He's an odd one, I guess you could say! What's with the interest, Starlight?" He answered, though a question for a question hardly satisfied you.

Crewel had outright ignored you, even after you had repeated your question several times he kept maneuvering around you and acting like he was busy. He absolutely wasn't, he had moved the same four beakers back and forth between lab tables three times. Once he realized you weren't going to take his hint and scram, he looked down his nose at you as if you had ruined his entire week.

"You know, puppies that never stop yapping are troublesome. But do you know what's even more troublesome, Little Scamp? Puppies that sniff around where they don't belong. You'd do well to train yourself out of that habit, and quickly." He'd told you coldly, which shocked you into a stupor because you had thought him overzealous but friendly just moments before.

You had hoped Trein, with his unflappability and no nonsense policy, wouldn't beat around the bush and would be the one to change your luck so far. Instead, he averted his eyes and cleared his throat uncomfortably. He seemed to be taking extra care to choose his words, as though they were fragile as glass slippers. Even Lucius looked still in his arms.

"He is a man, as am I, nothing more and nothing less. It is best to leave it at that, My Dear." He implored you gently, you couldn't help but feel this was as close to a plea as the stoic man would ever get. Lucius stared at you unblinkingly, as if trying to determine your answer through your eyes alone.

You hoped the cat couldn't actually tell, because your answer was no.

You still had one more shot. Vargas was loud and a bit much at times, but his love of his own voice would work in your favor. However, you had learned from your mistakes and decided getting straight to the point wasn't in your best interest. If everyone wanted to play with you, it was only right to join the game.

"Please, tell me more about your school days, Ashton! Were you really the star of the Magic Shift team?" You asked in an awed tone, eyes wide.

The coach was eating it up like it was his last meal, you had been stroking the man's ego for over two hours already and if he tells you about the goal that turned the playoffs around one more time you think you'll snap. But his defenses are down, and his lips are loose, so you'll grin and bare just a little longer.

"That's right! I was king of NRC, undisputed! There wasn't a soul on campus who didn't want to be mine!" The man boasted, "Well, except for Beth. She wasn't all there though, not that I cared! She wasn't all that, I'm not bitter about it!"

He's definitely bitter about it, but you don't have time to unpack that when your opening is right in front of you.

"Right right, I totally get it. Hey, speaking of the past, when did you meet Crowley?"

Okay, you lied. There wasn't an opening at all, you burst in with a sledgehammer. But your cutesy act was getting hard to keep up!

Vargas takes the sloppy bait though, " Oh, that guy? He just kinda popped up and offered me a job to be honest. The pays good, so I deal with the old coot being a weirdo."

You have to stop yourself from lighting up, "Weirdo?" You question dumbly, finger on your chin and all.

Vargas looks both ways and then gestures for you to come closer, you can't tell if he's being playful or not with that glint in his eyes.

"Look, don't tell anyone I told you this, okay Dolly? Crowley's got some crazy going on around here, I swear. I don't know details but I've got suspicions." The coach whispers, you nod eagerly for him to continue.

"There's this... room. I don't know what's in it, it's always locked and not even the staff master key opens it. He goes in there every Friday, and I don't see him come out, he just appears again Monday morning. There's this bright light that shines under the door whenever he goes in, and after a few seconds, it stops." Ashton explains, and it's more than you had hoped for.

Creepy locked room, disappearing act, unexplained happenings? This is exactly the dirt you've been looking for!

"He thinks he's being sneaky about it, but I caught on, see? I was following him to ask about a some paperwork and I saw it. I know somethings up, Crowley is up to no good and I don't care how crazy I sound." Ashton stresses, as he goes on he seems more serious, you can't take time to be happy about your findings because he looks so pale.

"Vargas, are you oka-"

"Listen Dolly, I know you're curious, but you don't want nothing to do with this and neither do I. Freaky shit is going down, and if you're smart like me you'll act like you don't know a thing."

You stare at him. H-Had he been on to you the whole time?

"I'm trying to help you, stay away from the west wing and don't-" He stops. His eyes are on something behind you.

"V-Vargas?" You call, shakily.

"I've said enough. Stay outta the west wing, Doll. For your own good."

You don't stay out of the west wing.

In fact, you deliberately seek it out. Ace gives you a funny look when you ask him, but he points you in the right direction anyway. You wish you were more embarrassed about being a member of staff asking students for directions, but you've got bigger fish to fry.

You know this isn't smart, no matter how harmless the headmaster may seem, no one likes being found out. But your life is in his golden-clawed hands and you'd feel even less smart following him blindly and hoping you're safe with him.

The west wing isn't what you expected (though to be fair you had been expecting a torture chamber), it's an entirely normal hall like all the others in school. It's so mundane your face falls. There's also no way to tell if anything is amiss from a glance alone, so you'll have to use less tact than you were hoping to. Making your way down the hall you turn each knob one by one to see which won't turn.

After about twenty or so doors, curse the long hallways in this college, you see one that's quite out of place. It's at the very end of the hall, how cliché, and while it is the same size and color as all the others, it's surrounded with a ridiculous number of portraits. There are big ones above the doorframe and little ones squeezed into the narrow spaces along the sides of it, and if that wasn't enough, the ones that wouldn't fit in either spot were enchanted to float nearby. And the portraits themselves are nothing like the silly but sweet ones that gossip as they watch over everyone who passes in the main building, these are painted with snarls and angered eyes. Both human and nonhuman beings are depicted, each one staring straight at whomever would stand in front of the door. Their eyes seem to be looking in every direction at once even though their pupils are painted straight ahead, it feels like they can see everything without shifting their gaze. You can't even tell if they're alive like the others, they're so... cold.

You take a deep breath, that must be it. You've come to this far, and you'd planned everything so carefully there was no reason to be afraid. The students were having Magift practice today, so that meant Vargas was busy, but it also meant that Crowley was doing his rounds and would stop to "give the players some good old fashioned encouragement ". He would go on forever, there was plenty of time for you to investigate and cover your tracks before he ever even wondered where you were.

You could admit the only person you were convincing was yourself, but it helped you forced your legs to move toward the end of the hall. Even as you walked closer, you knew you shouldn't, the air around you seemed like it was trying to force you back, oppressively pushing you with every step you took towards that door. You wouldn't be able to open it, Ashton had told you already, what exactly were you gaining, being stared down by the lifelike yet lifeless portraits as you neared the door? Nothing, and yet your hand grabbed the knob impulsively, you hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath until it left your lungs in a rush at the touch of icy cold iron in your clammy grip.

You shouldn't have touched it, you shouldn't have, now what? Your plan was to turn back after your curiosity was sated, but you couldn't. The force that was pushing back against you before was now pulling you forward, beckoning you. The portraits no longer looked like a warning, but an invitation. You've come so far, now come a little closer, something that wasn't a voice nor a thought breathed around you.

You twist the doorknob, like a fool.

It turns.

Your heart leaps with excitement and fear, and you feel a surge of adrenaline run through your body. You can go in, you can go farther!

You feel yourself smiling widely even though you're sure you're not happy, you go to push the door open just a little further.

You stop as four pinpricks upon your throat flare with pain, your eyes go wide like a deer and you freeze.

"Crewel was right, you're truly nothing but trouble."

The voice sounds familiar, and yet nothing like the person it belongs to. But you'd know those gold-tipped fingers anywhere.

"I really am getting on in years, to make such a mistake." Dire sighs, his voice does not lilt and his tone is low. He sounds like an actor who's given up on staying in character.

You catch a whimper in your throat when the hand upon it slides up the front of your neck to grip under your chin and rear you head back at a terrible angle. You meet the dead-eyed gaze of Crowley's mask as he looks straight down at you.

"But you've made an even bigger mistake, Youngling, by testing me."

You want to apologize, or plead for your safety, because the man looming over you is not the one you've grown reluctantly fond of. But because we have established that you are a fool, you say instead:

"Your vest is a mistake. There's sequins on it." You snark weakly, you sound pathetic, half because of the grade school insult and half because you're gasping for breath.

Dire stares down at you blankly. Then he grins, not his usual one full of jolly cheer, but a wide toothy one that is just a few degrees off from a sneer.

"Oh, you really think you're just the cutest little thing under the sun, don't you?" He asks, he chuckles halfway through but it's dry and dark.

Why are you so foolish, why do you speak?

Abruptly, the pressure points on your neck are released and you fall to your knees, gulping sweet sweet air.

"Well you're right! You're just adorable, thinking you could catch me out!" Dire shouts cheerfully, hands on his hips and accent back in full swing. His façade is back in place like it was never gone.

You stare in disbelief.

"You know, anyone else would have to be put under a curse of eternal silence for snooping around like you did." He continues, "But I am so very kind, I'm going to let you walk out of here without laying a finger on you."

You shakily get to your feet, leaning against the wall for support and as something to curl in on to cower from the overly happy man before you.

He stares at you smiling for many moments too long, you know he's trying to scare you and you're angry at yourself for being so. Abruptly, he nods.

"I'll be off then, I'm sure you get the message? Of course you do! Make your way back to your room then, off you get! Goodbye!"

The man walks away quickly, waving his hand in farewell.

He left you without a fight, with the door left unlocked and you still in position to reveal what was on the other side. You balk at the obvious show of his power over you.

He knew you were too terrified now, he knew you would obey him like a dog told to stay, the smug bastard.

You bite your lip in frustration and confused tears fill your eyes. You just want to know what's going on, you just want to go home! Nothing makes sense.

You look at the door that's slightly ajar.

Then at the exit of the west wing across the long hall.

You can no longer hear Crowley's footsteps.

And because you are a fool, and because you are defiant, and because you want some semblance of control, you make a mad dash through the door before you can change your mind.

#dire crowley x reader #Dire Crowley #twisted wonderland #twst

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im-just-a-random-fandom-girl · 3 years

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You know what I want?

Domestic Stucky. In Westview. Hear me out.

(First of all, Endg*me can go fuck itself. Steve’s whole thing? Never happened. Forget about it. Wipe if from your mind. We’re rewriting that shit.)

(Also, this isn’t a fic even though I know it starts out looking like one lol. This is just stream of consciousness thoughts. I would put way more effort into actual writing)

The weeks after the final snap were hard.

Bucky was back, and it felt like every weight that had been dragging Steve down for the past 5 years was lifted. He was mentally and physically exhausted, but his soulmate, his best friend, was at his side again, pulling him into a warm hug, tight and breathtaking.

It was still hard; Steve was a very different man than he had been 5 years ago, but Bucky was calm and understanding. There was still much to mourn for, too. Tony and Nat were gone. Any sense of stability that had been established during those 5 years was immediately destroyed, and Steve was sure it would take many more years to try to fix the damage.

And Wanda. When Wanda was snapped back into existence, her grief was palpable. What had been 5 terrible years for him had been 5 minutes of bliss for her, relief that she wouldn’t have to try to live in a world without Vision. Steve knew the feeling. Even though he didn’t quite understand Wanda and Vision’s relationship (he was a robot?), he can’t really judge because he’s been pining after his childhood best friend for the better part of a century and still hasn’t managed to do anything about it.

To be brought back to life was the worst trick you could play on Wanda. Her sense of peace was snatched away from her and she was throttled back into a world that had nothing in it for her. Everyone she loved was dead. Her powers still deemed her a threat, even if she had played a crucial role in the fight against Thanos.

Steve wanted to be selfish and just run away with Bucky, but he couldn’t leave Wanda, who had become the little sister he never had.

He worried about her. Even as those who had been snapped away started to come to terms with the fact that 5 years had passed, Wanda wandered around, just a shell of her former self. Sometimes she fell into fits of rage and despair, using her powers to smash everything in her room at the compound or snapping at anyone who tried to distract her. Most of the time she was just blank.

Just a month after the return from the blip, Wanda strolls into the kitchen and announces that she’s going to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters. Steve’s head snaps up. Her eyes are hard and determined, and Steve belatedly realizes that every muscle in her body is tense as she readies herself to fight anyone who tries to stop her. Sam is the first to speak up.

“Okay, kid,” he breathes out nonchalantly, “you need anyone to go with you?” Sam is good like that. Always knowing what to say to make someone feel comfortable and cared about, but not coddled.

“No,” Wanda grits out. A breath, and then, softer, “thank you.”

Glancing around to see if anyone else had any objections, Wanda walks out of the compound.

Steve lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was still holding, but the room is still tense. He whips around to Bucky, eyes wide with concern.

Before he can even say anything, Bucky reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry. Come on, we’ll watch out for her.”

So, with a tight smile, Steve stands up and lets Bucky lead the two of them out.

It’s not until they are halfway down the street in an inconspicuous car, trailing a little ways behind Wanda’s red sedan that it occurs to Steve to ask what they’re doing.

“We’re just going to follow her to make sure she’s alright, pal. S.W.O.R.D. has Vision’s body, and it’s not a good idea for her to be alone, even if she thinks it’s best.”

“She’ll be mad if she realizes what we’re doing.”

“Good thing one of us is a reformed Russian spy,” he smirks.

Steve’s heart skips a beat at that familiar face, one that he hadn’t thought he’d ever see again, and blushes, ducking his head. If Bucky notices, he doesn’t say. They carry on in a comfortable silence.

As they pull into the S.W.O.R.D. parking lot, Steve watches Wanda march into the headquarters. He turns to Bucky, "Are we going to follow her in?"

"You can't, that's for sure." Steve scowls. "It's not entirely your fault, pal, but you're don't exactly blend in easily. But I'll go in to keep an eye on her if you want me to."

Steve considers the offer for the moment. As much as he wanted to watch out for Wanda, he knew that if she found out, it would hurt her more. She would think that he didn't trust her, and that he was following her to make sure that she didn't lose control of her powers and hurt people. He didn't want to make her feel more ostracized than she already was.

"No, we'll just wait," he says, shaking his head. His eyes never leave the entrance to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters.

The wait for Wanda feels excruciatingly long. Steve doesn't trust that S.W.O.R.D. is any better than S.H.I.E.L.D., and he honestly has no idea what they've been doing with Vision's body for the last 5 years. A renewed sense of guilt washes over him. If he had tried to fight S.W.O.R.D. harder for Vision's body, Wanda wouldn't be here, fighting through her grief to see him one last time. After the snap, Steve didn't feel like he could waste his dwindling energy scrutinizing S.W.O.R.D's every move, but he now wishes he had. He could have spared her this pain.

Sensing the anxiety bubbling up within him, Bucky reaches out, pulling Steve's hand into his own. "It's not your fault, Steve," he reminds him gently. Steve squeezes his hand in response.

Wanda walks out of S.W.O.R.D. headquarters 20 minutes later. She seems drained and tired, but her expression reveals nothing. They wait again before following her out of the lot.

When she turns right, away from the direction of the compound where he assumed she would return, Steve frowns. "Where is she going? The compound's the other way."

Bucky shrugs. "I guess we'll see."

Steve has no idea where they are until he sees a sign declaring "Welcome to New Jersey!" not far down the highway.

"What the hell is she going to Jersey for?" Bucky gasps, pulling a loud laugh from Steve's chest. It's absurd and ridiculous, but it reminds Steve of when they were kids in Brooklyn, shitting on the Yankees and the state's annoying accent, among the plethora of other abhorrent traits about New Jersey. Bucky starts laughing with him, shaking his head.

They finally arrive in a small, run-down town called Westview. Steve can't imagine why Wanda would come here.

Her red sedan comes to a stop in front of an empty plot of land, and she steps out, clutching a folded piece of paper to her chest.

"Oh, Christ... Shit," Bucky mutters. Steve is about to ask what he's thinking when he finally sees Wanda's walls crumble.

Her shoulders shake with the force of her sobs, and she falls to her knees with a cry of desperation. A red orb of her twists around her body and Steve shoves the door to the car open, desperate to get to Wanda.

"Steve!" he hears Bucky cry out behind him, and it's the last thing he hears before Wanda's powers implode around her, and his vision is blotted with red.

Remember! Wanda made all of her characters in the hex as similar to their actual lives as possible to ease her control of them! SO, it's only natural that her powers would pick up on the fact that Steve and Bucky are very obviously pining for each other and put them in a loving relationship while they are in the hex. Since they are both under Wanda's control, their storyline would happen mostly independently from what we see in WandaVision. I wouldn't have there be any smut (since I'm not talented enough or comfortable writing it myself) so there wouldn't be any non-con or any serious dub-con while they are in the hex. The idea is that both of them want everything that they are made to do (be partners, hold hands, kiss, do other couple-y stuff), but they are concerned because they think the other would feel disgusted and not want it.

There unfortunately were not any gay characters on TV in the 50s and 60s, so I would write these two "episodes" with loose ties to other sitcoms from those decades and do some research into how gay couples lived during these time periods. Basically, reimagine my own 50s and 60s sitcoms with realistic portrayals of a gay couple.

For the other decades, I would then base their relationship off of those actually depicted in sitcoms from that time.

It should be noted that, while I have actually watch a lot of old sitcoms, I haven't watched many of the ones I mention. If I every decide to write this, I would do a lot more research on these shows (and watch some episodes!)

70's - I would likely draw from Barney Miller, Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, and Soap.

80's - Roseanne is pretty iconic, but I would be a little hesitant to write it after all of the controversy a couple years ago. Love, Sidney may also work, but I don't know enough about the show.

90's - Will & Grace, of course! I don't know anything about Northern Exposure, but the little bit of research I've done suggests that also may be a source of inspiration.

2000 through early 2010s - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Modern Family. (I loved The War At Home, but it doesn't really fit)

When Wanda releases everyone from the hex, Bucky and Steve had some serious miscommunication issues and angst. Both feeling exceedingly guilty about their actions, despite the fact that they had no control over them. They got a taste for what domestic life would be like together, and they are frustrated that they enjoyed it since they believe the other one did not. When Wanda explains that her powers gave everyone jobs, relationships and roles in society that were equally comparable to those they had in real life, Bucky and Steve both realize that the hex would not have put them in a relationship if it wasn't what the other also wanted. Yay! They make-up (and make-out, lol).

I seriously want to write this, but I really don't have the confidence that I will be able to execute it as I imagine it. If someone wants to work on it with me (be it we both write it or you just want to offer some brainstorming help/story guidance), I would be thrilled! Just so long as there isn't any pressure to get it done in a time crunch. I just want this writing experience to be fun! Also, if you are interested, I swear I’m a better writer than what was just exhibited, but I really only spent an hour or so on it, so it’s obviously not my best work.

Anyway, if you have any thoughts, suggestions, advice etc or just want to scream about WandaVision and/or Stucky, please feel free to PM me or stop by my inbox. It would make my day :)

#sara says stuff #my writing #wandavision #stucky

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wincestismyguiltypleasure · 4 years

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Warnings: Weecest, a little angsty, jealous!Sam, bratty, emotional, and confused baby brother content, feminization, name calling, humiliation, sadist!Dean, spankings, and of course, that sweet, sweet fucked up codependency. 💋

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Sam just wanted Dean's attention. He always had.

And when he didn't get it, Sam felt not only emotionally, but physically injured by his brother's "neglect." Like Dean had taken his switchblade to Sam's heart, cutting it open just a little bit to play with it. As if he was curious to what was inside. Like Dean had no clue know that every vein, artery, and nerve worked in unison for him.

And over the years, that small wound had ripped open wider and wider on it's own, even though it was no secret that Dean's life had always revolved around Sam.

Perhaps it was a product of Sam's jealousy? His resentment towards John and the unshakable devotion Dean showed him?

Sam didn't really know. But no matter the cause, what was once a dull ache in Sam's chest was now a blinding pain. The only hope of soothing it resting solely on his big brother's touch.

And the worst part about it? Dean knew. He knew Sam was desperate for something so simple as a sideways glance or a pat on the back. Sam would poke and prod and tug at the hem of Dean's shirt for just the slightest bit of recognition, like he really didn't know that he was already the very center of his big brother's entire world.

It was infuriating sometimes, and it made Dean want to be cruel just to prove a point. Besides, at the end of the day, Dean was still Sam's big brother. Ignoring him was part of Dean's job description. And maybe, just maybe, Dean got a sick sense of satisfaction out of making Sammy beg like a slut for something that was already his.

"Dean, c'mon! Pay attention!"

John had only been gone for ten minutes before Sam was shaking Dean's leg violently, trying to make his brother look up from the magazine he was reading.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. Can't you leave me alone for five fucking seconds?"

Dean doesn't have to see Sam's face to know the younger boy is pouting; the corner of his lips turning up in a twisted smirk at the thought of his little brother's pretty eyes starting to water.

There's no answer to Dean's question, just a loud huff and the sound of the bathroom door slamming, rusty screws barely keeping it on the hinges.

And if Dean didn't get such a kick out of being an asshole to his needy little brother he might have felt bad for hurting Sam's feelings. But he doesn't, mainly because this was all part of the sick, fucked up game they'd been playing since Sam had turned sixteen. This volatile give and take, back and forth, born out of Sam's misguided pain. The younger boy thinking that Dean loved John more than him and Dean's cutthroat determination to prove his little brother wrong. To show Sam that even if he isn't looking, he's still paying attention. And that he couldn't stop paying attention to Sam even if he tried.

Honestly, Dean still gets a little hot under the collar thinking about the first Sammy pushed his buttons like this. He'd been both mortified and so disgustingly turned on when he found out that his sweet baby brother knew just how to act bratty and coy to get fucked through the mattress. God, Dean was so pissed and guilty about it at the time that he'd almost thrown up afterwards.

Even now, Dean feels kinda queasy. But the feeling is so simple to ignore this go around because he's also rock hard and shaking a little from the anticipation.

Oh, and of course, Sam makes him wait. Almost two fucking hours. Tiny beads of water still dripping from the younger boy's long, dirty blonde hair when Sam finally emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties and a triumphant smile.

"Seriously, Samuel?" Dean asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he tosses his magazine to the side and sits up.

But Sam, being the shameless little tease that he is, just grins wider and does a slow turn. Making sure to show off every sharp curve and flawless inch of sun kissed skin he had before looking over at Dean and giggling.

"Think you can ignore me now, big brother?"

Sam barely gets the words out before Dean is off the bed, marching over to him with purpose, not stopping until the two of them are only a few inches apart and his baby brother's eyes are wide with fear.

"What do you want, Sam?" The older boy asks through gritted teeth, even though the answer is so painfully obvious.

And even though it is, Sam can't say it. He's never been able to because it's Dean's job to know. Without Dean guiding the way, Sam's just a confused kid with a need so intense and overwhelming that it could swallow him whole. And it would, if it wasn't for Dean.

Dean knows what Sam wants, and Sam hates the fact that he doesn't hate his brother for making him feel this way.

But still, he can't talk and he can't explain, so instead Sam just whines. Taking a timid step forward into his brother's personal space, searching for pity with those big innocent doe eyes. And fuck, does that do the trick. Every. Single. Time.

"What, baby?" Dean asks again, this time softer, his expression lightening as he grabs Sam by the wrist to pull him closer.

"Dean."

Sam's knees feel wobbly. His heart threatening to pound out of his chest because there's nothing in the world more intoxicating and simultaneously terrifying than looking into Dean's gorgeous green eyes when they're full of rage and passion.

"You want this?" Dean's voice is rough, like cigarette smoke blown over shattered glass as he guides Sam's trembling hand between his thighs. Pressing his little brother's warm palm hard against his erection before he makes Sam squeeze just a little, the both of them letting out a breathy groan.

"Please Dean," Sam whimpers, knees nearly buckling when Dean leans forward with a filthy grin, cherry red lips ghosting lightly over Sam's. The older boy teasing him like he always did. Pretending like wasn't eventually going to give Sam everything he wanted and more.

"Say it."

Sam's stomach clenches at the command, throat going dry because he hates this part. (Or at least Sam pretends that he does.)

"I want..." Sam groans, eyes closed tight as Dean nuzzles against him, making Sam go crazy with need. "I want your cock. Please Dean."

When Sam hears Dean chuckle, a low, filthy sound that makes his insides feel unbearably hot, Sam almost starts crying again. He's so naive and inexperienced compared to Dean. And Dean knows Sam feels like an idiot when his big brother makes him talk dirty. Which is exactly why he does it. The bastard.

"I know you do, baby boy," Dean laughs as he takes a step back, and Sam swears he feels his heart detach and drop into his stomach. Long, bony fingers instinctively trying to curl around Dean's shirt but to no avail.

"Dean-"

Sam's temper tantrum is cut short when Dean sits down on the foot of the bed and raises a hand, the look on his face calm but dangerous and it makes Sam almost swallow his own tongue.

"C'mere and lay across my lap."

"Why should I?"

Sam's voice doesn't sound like his own when he challenges his brother. It's weak and breathless and honestly, Sam can't believe an apex predator like Dean didn't go for his throat right then and there.

"You've been buckin' for my attention all day, sweetheart. You got a better way to get it?"

God, Sam wishes he did because the last thing he wants is to give in so easily. But what Sam's been dying for is right here in front of him now. Ripped jeans wrapped tight around thick thighs that he'd sell his soul to be bent over and Sam isn't about to turn down an open invitation.

"Gotta hand it to you, little brother," Dean says when Sam's finally stretched out across his lap. Sam's pretty face, flushed and tear stained, hidden in the mattress as Dean starts to soflty rub circles against his ass. "Despite all that fuss, you really are an obdient little bitch."

"Fuc-"

Sam nearly gags on his insult when he feels Dean's palm, rough and warm, connect with his right ass cheek. The blow hard enough to make his whole body jerk, tears of frustration rather than pain starting to blur his vision as he squirms in Dean's lap.

"Dean, please," Sam begs, his tight panties completely soaked through as he rubs himself desperately against Dean's thigh. His cock so hard and swollen that he feels a little dizzy, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance in his mind. Every one of his nerve endings on fire as Dean continues his ruthless assault. Each gentle touch followed by a thunderous smack that Sam swears makes his teeth rattle.

"Hey, don't cry, baby boy," Dean whispers when one of his rough blows finally rips a sob from Sam's throat. "This is what you wanted right? My undivided attention?"

Sam chokes back the urge to tell Dean that he hates him. One, because he doesn't. They both know that. And two, because if Sam doesn't swallow his pride soon and play by Dean's rules, he knows he'll never get want he really wants. That's what all this is about after all. Sam's insatiable need and Dean's absolute willingness to provide.

"C'mon, Sammy. You're a smart kid, you know what your answer should be."

Sam's only response is a loud, wanton groan, his knuckles turning chalk white around the blanket beneath him when he feels the tip of Dean's finger, rough and slick with spit, tease his rim. Pressing just hard enough to make Sam's hips jerk, but not applying quite enough pressure to slip inside him.

"Yes," Sam croaks, daring to push back against his brother's finger only to be rewarded with a smack to his right ass cheek that makes him see stars. "This is what I wanted."

"I know it is, slut."

Dean's finger feels wetter this time, hotter. And Sam's not expecting his brother to push in so deep, his eyes rolling back in pleasure when Dean barely grazes his prostate, clearly torturing Sam for all the shit he'd put him through that day. An eye for an eye was most definitely the Winchester way.

"You want me to finger fuck this tight little pussy until you make a mess all over your cute panties, don't ya baby boy?"

"Yes! Fuck Dean please." Sam isn't even trying to hold back his sobs now, big salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he wiggles around in Dean's lap. Desperate for his big brother to fuck him deeper. But before he can get the leverage he needs, Sam's empty again, mouth hanging open as Dean's next blow makes his whole body rock forward involuntary, neglected cock throbbing painfully against the worn denim of his brother's jeans.

"I'll give you want you want, Sammy," Dean coos, caressing Sam's battered skin with his palm. "I always do. But first, I'm gonna teach you a lesson about acting like a brat."

Of course, Sam's been taught this lesson before and it hasn't seemed to stick. But it doesn't matter, because they both know as long as Sam craves his big brother's attention, Dean will gladly put him in his place give it to him.

#weecest #Wincest

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theyre-just-blocks · 3 years

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I have so many thoughts about Sam's character right now 1/2

I mean, since I got into this fandom, he’s been a favorite of mine, even when most of his streams were just him building things and not really getting into the whole lore of the main story. And now with what’s happened, though part of me is loving the recognition he deserves, another part of me wishes for old times.

But I have a lot of thoughts following what happened, so I’m going to write them down. They’re an amalgamation of just headcanons, theories, observations, and statements. All just angst.

I’m torn between calling Sam out for his negligence and for saying that he was just doing his job

At this point I’m just saying that The Warden and Sam are different individual to save me some pain

However, canonically, that’s not the case and the two are the same person, with the Warden being a persona that Sam takes on when he’s working in the prison

So while I understand that Sam is somewhat at fault for Tommy’s death, you have to understand he was just doing his job. Before the prison was complete, the man was so excited to be “The Warden”, he was going to take the role seriously, and that’s just what happened.

His character seems like one who’s logical, who’s a one track mind, and in that moment, it made the most sense to keep Tommy in there in order to prevent a prison breakout. So you have to understand that about his character before saying he was stupid to leave Tommy in the prison.

ON THE OTHER HAND THOUGH: Sam knows what Tommy went through exile, Dream told him everything he did, Tommy has told him things, Sam visited him at the start of it, he KNOWS about that trauma

But yet, he left Tommy in there? Knowing what he’d been through?? Doing his job aside, I don’t understand that and I just makes me so disappointed and upset but I can’t bring myself to hate him.

Sam can’t get his body out of the prison without risking Dream escaping so every time he has to check on the Dream, he has to also look at Tommy’s dead body

He can’t open the lava and get Tommy’s body out because then he risks Dream escaping, just the reason why he didn’t let Tommy out in the first place

So Tommy’s corpse is just sitting there in the cell and so everytime Sam brings Dream something or has to check on him, he’s going to see/smell the corpse

Now along with the voices of the egg, Sam can hear Tommy’s voice crying out for help

Before Sam would hear the voice of the Egg, but after Tommy’s death he swears that he can constantly hear Tommy crying for help everytime he’s in the prison or near Dream’s cell

How I think Sam would go through the 5 stages of grief

Denial: He wouldn’t spend much time in this stage because I feel like he sees the aftermath of it, since he said he was too late. So there’s not much room for denial, though he has doubts, thinking it’s all just some messed up trick Dream’s playing on him.

Anger: I feel like Sam would be more angry at himself than Dream. He’d spend hours and hours hating himself for Tommy’s death and just devestate him without end. Being half creeper, I feel like he would literally explode a few times, destroying parts of his prison. Or I could just see him throwing his tridents at the walls in anger.

Barganining: He would try and bargain with Dream to bring Tommy back. He’d probably ask for the book, say he’ll grant Dream freedom, something along those lines. Just do anything to get him back.

Depression: I feel like the depression wouldn’t be so bad in the sense that it doesn’t seem like he’s depressed, just angry at himself. I feel like there’s moments were he is upset, devestated, depressed, but it’s not around anyone so no one knows.

Acceptance: I don’t think he’ll ever accept it. If he does, it’s just because he drowns himself in work and projects, trying to distract himself from the reality. By doing other work he’ll forget this happens, go machine mode, y’know?

Sam knew what exile was like for Tommy

Again, I don’t know why Sam couldn’t acknowledge Tommy’s obvious trauma that he KNOWS about, and first hand too. So why did he leave him in there? He’s going to feel so guilty because of the fact since he knows he let Tommy to die surrounded by his nightmares.

He has to tell Sam Nook or Puffy

What happens if Sam needs to tell Sam Nook or Puffy?

What if he doesn’t tell Sam Nook, he just shuts him down to save himself from bearing the bad news?

Would Puffy lash out on Sam? Ridicule him for what he did that resulted in Sam’s death, or would she understand and grieve with him?

#dream smp #dream smp spoilers #awesamdude #i'm so upset right now

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buckysnumberonegirl · 3 years

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Three Cheers for Iron and Thunder

Part 3

Prompt from the HBCS Week of love day 4 First I love you

Pairing(s)- Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings- A little fluff here a dash of angst there, could it be a crumb of smut? 18+ if you don’t mind

Part 2 / Part 4

Hi Loves, embarrassing fact of today, for the last chapter I had to google the relationship bases to simply write that joke. Today’s chapter will lead directly into tomorrow’s. My update times might be a little off because of some things happening at work but this still will be a daily series until it’s completion As always comments and reblogs are always appreciated Enjoy💕

It seemed like your relationship checked all the boxes. It seemed almost too perfect, a storybook romance, well except for one part.

After 6 months and several holidays you still haven’t said those 3 magic words to each other, or well… slept together.

Not that you had any complaints both of you agreed that slow meant slow but after Tony’s New Years party you began to wonder why you seemed to be in relationship purgatory.

The party was loud and crowded. Your cocktail dress, a beautiful shade of navy blue, perfectly matching Bucky's suit. You looked in every way both elegant and sexy. And the men’s eyes that followed you around that night proved it. Tony as his usual self somehow had an endless flow of fruity drinks served whenever your glass emptied.

You danced with Bucky almost all night, the only exceptions being the two dances Steve and Sam stole. As if making Bucky clench his jaw and cross his arms waiting for the music to end was a game to them, laughed like schoolboys whenever he’d get fed up and ask to cut in. You also let loose with Wanda and Natasha. Poorly dancing together as Wanda sang the words almost accurately to some song about just having fun.

When the countdown began, you and Bucky found yourselves outside under the stars, like you had on your first date. You kissed as everyone cried out happy new year and confetti shaped like little iron mans fell from the ceiling.

You knew you had a bit much to drink, ‘Buck, will you please walk me back to my room please’ you smiled at him feeling flushed and heavy. He took your hand and smiled.

“Yeah Doll let’s go” he led you down the hall to your room sitting you on your bed he pulled opened your drawer and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that he held up “this is stolen property miss Y/N/N” you giggled looking at him holding up his own shirt you had swiped.

‘I confess officer, I’m guilty but in my defense that shirt looks much better on me’

Bucky handed you the clothes and went to head out. You decided to speak up before he left. ‘you could stay the night you know, I wouldn’t mind’

Bucky turned, his eyes showed the same kindness they always did and his tired smile made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“Goodnight doll, I’ll come check on you in the morning, we can go get breakfast okay?”

Normally you’d have put up a fight, begged him to stay with you but you truly felt too tired. ‘I’ll miss you while you’re gone’ you mumbled as you began putting on the sweatpants under your dress, it didn’t make sense but at the time it felt right.

Thinking back on that night you wondered if you had done something wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you anymore or maybe you upset him by dancing with Steve. You had tried a few more times to prompt him into staying with you. Your bag of tricks was seemingly running low. Falling asleep on him during a movie had resulted in you waking up tucked in with a note and a water in your nightstand, “accidentally” marking down his wing for renovations led to him staying with Steve, and your scandalous clothing that would make a Kardashian blush resulted in him giving you a hoodie.

21 days had passed since New Years and you felt like you were going to lose it. You were curled up on his lap, something playing on the TV as background noise. Bucky had one hand in your hair while the other brushed up and down your thigh.

‘Buck… did I do something wrong on New Years?’ You blurted it you didn’t mean to but you did.

He looked confused by the question, his eyebrows knit together creating the tiniest of forehead wrinkles.

‘I wanted you to stay and you left… and now I try to get you to and you just kind of blow me off. I don’t mind, I suppose I know we said slow but if it’s something I did I just..’

He cut you off mid sentence “it’s nothing you did Y/N” his tone was different that it had ever been before. “I don’t want you to get hurt”

You were shocked, for the first time you saw him completely unguarded. He was scared ‘Hey, come on buck you could never hurt me you know that’

You looked at you and you could see the tears in his eyes brimming the edges ready to fall. “ never on purpose Y/N, but what happens when I wake up from a nightmare and… I can’t stop it sometimes. It’s like hydra still has means I can’t ever hurt you I lo” he stopped himself.

You knew the words he was going to say. You had waited not knowing if he was ready, if you were ready. But it was clear now

‘James, if we’re going to be together then that’s a risk we’ll have to take because I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could and without you it’s like I have no air left to breathe. I love you Bucky”

A tear slid down his face stopped by you which had come to rest on his cheek. The hand Bucky held he squeezed before he leaned in kissing you.

It was so soft you feared I was goodbye but instead when he pulled away he said exactly what you hoped he would.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you could possibly know. I can’t make promises to you, but tonight I’ll stay.”

You kissed him again letting your hands wrap around his neck. He picked you up and carried you over to the bed biting your bottom lip softly, but enough to elicit a soft moan that escaped you.

You looked at the clock to see it was only 7:30, you were in for a very long night

#marvel #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader smut #angst #bucky barnes angst #reader insert #hbc week of love #tony stark

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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Also worth mentioning that memory!Quackity is going through it.

When s2!Quackity first meets Dream, they hit it off immediately. Quackity is all jokes and smiles and Dream seems to know exactly how to back him up, act as his partner in a two-person act. He’s friendly, kind — he even helps set him up with his blood brother Sapnap! (Quackity didn’t think much of Sapnap at first, but Dream was right on the money with that one, wow) Dream, meanwhile, is absolutely dead set on not giving Quackity a reason to torture him again. And also to prove to himself that Quackity’s torture is behind him, it’s in the past, he’s moved on, nobody cares.

Except then Quackity starts remembering things.

He brings up these strange dreams with Dream once. Once. He keeps them to himself after that. And good on him, because soon after he decides to do that they start getting violent. He remembers screaming, pleading, his own laughter turned harsh and cruel. He remembers blood. Shears. He can’t use an axe for weeks: he can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lop somebody’s fingers off. Part of him wants to do it, just for the hell of it. It makes the rest of him sick.

The worst part is that it’s real. He knows it’s real because Dream is someone who has visibly gone through Hell. He recognizes the scars on his back when they go swimming. He remembers how it felt to take away the two fingers on his left hand — that one had been a mistake. (The missing ring finger on his right was not.)

Dream is clearly upset by mentions of these visions — but he obviously doesn’t know about what they are, right? He’d never have been Quackity’s friend if he knew, nevermind someone so dear to his heart! Maybe god is merciful. Quackity thinks that remembering scars like that would be enough to break anyone. He decides that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep Dream from remembering the past. (It makes him feel guilty, but he tells himself that it’s for the best.) (And he doesn’t want to lose his dear friend.)

But the others? They have no such qualms about confronting him.

Sapnap hurts the worst. He knows about the torture. He’s seen the aftermath before he even saw the revelation. That bit of knowledge was one of the last puzzle pieces to click into place. He confronts his lover, and it’s messy. He’s furious. Quackity is frantic. There’s yelling involved. They actually break up.

Dream is panicking. Neither of them are telling him anything about why they’re fighting all of a sudden — and neither of them are gonna fucking tell him that; it’s the one thing they can agree on — but he doesn’t want a repeat of before. He can’t go through that again. So, he tries to get them to make up. (This involves a dinner date, in which Sapnap tries not to glare across the table and Quackity tries not to wilt.) (Dream leaves to get seconds. He comes back to find everything on fire again.)

And it’s not just Sapnap! New quarrels are breaking out everywhere, and Dream is so scared. He’s playing the peacekeeper everywhere and it’s just making things worse because half of the fights are with him at the center of it, and now they’re constantly being confronted with a Dream who’s a complete doormat and also so heavily injured that he can barely walk a mile without passing out. Quackity and Sam take the brunt of it. Bad and Ant aren’t spared. A lot of things are happening at once, and Dream can’t keep up.

(Not to mention that the others are picking up on all his tricks. None of them are working right anymore.)

(He’s so scared.)

AHHHH THIS!!! quackity and sapnap remember the torture at roughly the same time!! so like quackity remembering and trying to suppress it,, but then sap coming along and just being furious with him :(( AND DREAM 😭 dream trying to calm everyone!!

(discussion underneath)

🦙🦙🦙…

but of course they’re not actually telling him why they’re all mad at each other as they’re remembering everything :(( they’re just simply fighting and falling out with each other around him.

i love the idea that dream was the one to introduce quackity and sapnap to each other in the new world :(( like he just wants them to be able to love each other again. he wants his friends happy :(( he doesn’t want to see them fighting, and so he desperately invites them both out to dinner when they do

except that sap is still far to angry at quackity to get along for the whole dinner,, and quackity is too shaken from his returning images to respond appropriately. so when dream leaves for a moment they just burst out into a fight once again.

i feel like dream would also try to deny the torture’s intensity when they try to finall6 question him about it. like he would try to brush it off purely so that quackity and sapnap don’t worry, so that they can get along… but of course this only makes things worse because his explanation clearly doesn’t match their memories,, and it ends up just further shining a light on just how much the situation had affected him. sap actually gets mad at him for dismissing how awfully he was treated. and quackity is far too aware of how dream’s eyes keep flickering to him as thohgh he’s about to lunge at him. it’s clear that dream doesn’t fully trust either of them,, and it’s because of their past selves :((

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #Soups Memory AU #angst angst angs angst angst #soup the destroyer

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explodingcolors · 3 years

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The Aftermath

-1-

"Fuck, this is boring" Dean mumbled to the open field and drank his cold beer. He was leaning on the Impala parked on the side of the road. He'd been in heaven some months now, and already he had traveled through heaven's version of the U.S. twice now, but without the things that go bump in the night, without Sammy, and without Cas he felt kind of pointless and ...lonely. He wasn't though, not really, he regularly went to mom and dad's, and Bobby's, and to Ellen and Jo's, and to other people that were already there, but the place certainly lacked something. The most emotion he'd gotten was when he fought his way into Angel's HQ looking for Cas and Jack, he didn’t find them so he coerced a couple of angels to regularly inform him about how Sammy was, and whatever little they knew about what Cas and Jack were up to.

He closed his eyes and prayed aloud "Cas, man, I know you're busy with Jack and... stuff... but if you could come by sometime, just to let me know you're okay, just for a second... come on, buddy, I'm at highway XX at the XX marker", he finished his beer much slowlier than needed and climbed into the car, with his head on the steering wheel, he waited.

Every day he prayed to Cas, he told him what was going on with the family, or what he was up to, a memory from the good old days, or a random thought, and where he was, always where he was... just in case. Sometimes he was angry, demanding, sometimes he was almost pleading, the sadness and loneliness seeping out in his words, but he never talked about Cas's last moments on Earth, he couldn't talk about that, wouldn’t even think about that. He usually also sent a little prayer to the kid, some stupid story to make him laugh, or a memory of the few they shared, those prayers were shorter and easier, left him feeling a bit lighter.

Every day he had no answer.

When enough time had passed he snorted, turned the key, and started off. Some miles ahead he turned on the stereo, Metallica started playing loudly, but he wasn't singing along, his face was tight, jaw clenched, his soul felt heavy, hope was a bitch that got him every time. "Hello, Dean", a voice strained through the music. The car swiveled left then right crazily fast as Dean forced control over the steering wheel. "Cas" he breathed out.

Hastily he thrust the car to a stop on the side of the road and threw himself to the angel on his side, "Cas, finally!", he said and held on tightly, the angel returned the hug awkwardly, "I've been praying to you. Everyday! Where have you been?", he said when he finally let go, his relief had morphed to fury now. The angel looked sheepish, "I know. We've been working. It's taking longer than expected", Cas's eyes diverted to the back seat and he followed his gaze, "Jack!", Dean said and put a gentle hand on the boy's head, "I've been praying to you, too", the boy smiled, "I heard you, you made me laugh", his smile was as wide as ever, but there was something else there too, something heavy, concern? Dean wondered. "Ok, what's up?", he asked, "what do you mean?", Jack’s confusion was blatant on his face, he was a god now but in many ways, he was still just a kid, their kid. He looked at Cas, "you are not here on a social call, just tell me what’s going on", Dean's voice was serious now, back to business, his eyes half-rolled, but there was the faintest shadow of a smirk on his face, he was glad to be needed and even more glad to see them. Finally.

Cas lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, "what the hell, Cas?", Dean said, but then he noticed where they were, the bunker, "Sammy?", his voice was low, longing, then louder as he stood up from his chair, looking around, "Sam!", "He is not here, Dean. We are in heaven still", Dean swirled to face Cas, "Where is him? Where is Sam?", "He is on a vampire case in Atlanta, he is fine. This is not about Sam. I- I thought a familiar place would be better", "Better for what?", Cas looked at Jack, then again at Dean, "As you know, heaven is short on angels at the moment. We've been trying to bring them back from the empty", now Dean was pissed, "Come again? You want to resurrect those assholes who wanted me and my brother dead? And you and Jack, they wanted you dead too, Cas!", "Not all of them, Dean", "Yeah? Like who?", Cas looked at Jack and then down to his hands before sitting down and answering, "Balthazar, Hannah, Samandriel, Gabriel, Michael,...", Cas said and Dean started to understand, they were the closest Castiel had to angel friends, he must be feeling guilty for their deaths, suddenly, Cas lifted his head and gazed at Dean, the fuck? Dean thought. Cas was staring at him meaningfully, but the message wasn't getting through, after a few seconds of silence, Cas said, "Anna".

Dean tried to hold Cas’s stare questioningly, but the angel stood up and walked toward a bookcase. After an uncomfortable while, Jack said, "Can you help us?", looking at each of them in turn. Damn, he'd forgotten the kid was there. “What? uh, I, uh, what can I do about this?”, he looked at Cas for the answer, but he was still leaning with his hand on a bookcase. “We can’t get in”, Jack said. He explained that he was no longer able to get beings out of The Empty, nor enter it himself. He didn’t even know if he was able to wake them. The Empty must have done something to block him since he got Castiel out. “I want to ask Chuck about The Empty”, he finished, “You what?”, Dean was exasperated, this was not what he intended when he asked them to come by, “I told you it’s a bad idea”, Cas said finally. “But he doesn’t have powers anymore, he can’t do anything to us”, Jack said, it was clear he’d already had this argument with Cas, “And what makes you think that he will help us? He can trick you. He will trick you”, “That’s why we need you, he won’t be able to trick you, and I can make him talk, he’s human now, humans talk”, “You will not do that!”, Castiel and Dean said at the same time, “That’s not who you are, Jack”, Cas added, “You won’t ever do that!”, Dean said and stalked out of the room.

Without thinking, he went to baby, he was so used to the quiet of the road he craved it whenever something rubbed him the wrong way, but he’d waited so long for them to come by, he wasn’t leaving. He walked back inside, directly to his old room, everything was the same. He wondered what had Sammy done with his things. Had he given his room to another hunter? Somehow he doubted that. Maybe he took it for himself, it would be a mess by now. The thought brought a smile to his face. He laid on his memory mattress and closed his eyes. The thought of Jack torturing someone was disturbing but silly. Jack wouldn’t do that, he probably wasn’t even talking about that, it was just Dean’s own experience that had made him angry, the shame of the kid finding out about it. He should go talk to them, he decided, but in a while, he’d missed this bed.

Thoughts came by unbidden now. The awkward way Cas hugged him back, the pointed look, the way he said “Anna” and immediately walked away, what was that about? Was it- was it jealousy? He hadn’t allowed himself to think about Cas’s words before The Empty took him, but they were there, in the back of his head, “I love you, Dean”, he’d said, what did that mean, exactly? Cas had said those words before, to them when close to death, but that time it had felt different. He tried to remember, the exact words, “happiness isn’t in having but in being, in saying it, I love you, Dean”, and The Empty had been summoned because Cas was finally happy because he loved Dean and told him. Nope! No! That wasn’t it. He meant something else and was too ‘Cas’ to explain it properly and Dean too dumb to get it. It must have been something else. Not that. Not that. “Dean”, a soft voice called from the door, and Dean jumped so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

“Dean, I’m sorry. Were you sleeping?”, how long’s he been standing there? can he read my mind? does he know? “Eh, uh, I, no, I, no, I was thinking… about Jack and Chuck and all that”, “Ohh. Are you ok? About hell - Jack, didn’t mean to- he doesn’t know the details”, “I know, Cas, it’s fine, I’m fine, I’ll come out in a moment. We’ll figure it out”. Cas seemed to analyze him for a bit and decide he was fine, “There’s something else”, he said and looked at the floor, “Can I come in?”. “Uhm, yeah, yeah, come in, Cas”. He shut the door and sit on the bed next to Dean, “What’s- What’s up?”, “Dean, I’ve been struggling with this for a while. The reason why I’ve been avoiding you is that I am ashamed”, Dean swallowed hard, here we go, damn it, “I’ve failed you, Dean, I’ve failed Jack. I’ve been trying to help him figure out how to restore heaven but I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t want to become what I was the last time I failed you”, what? “What?”. “You know the things I did, Dean, when I took God’s place, I told Jack everything, but he says it’s not the same. He says that’s not what I’m doing and who I am anymore, but I- I don’t know. What if he’s wrong?”

At that moment his heart broke for Cas. He sat up and put his hand on Cas’s back. He’d known that he regretted the things he had done, but he never knew how deep his actions had affected him and shattered his confidence in his own decisions. Cas feared a bit of power would corrupt him again. “Cas, no. You always wanted what’s best for heaven. Even if you made some mistakes along the way, Jack’s right, you are not that person, uh, angel, anymore, the fact that you’re worried about it, proves it”, “I don’t know if I’m making the right choices, teaching him the right things”, “You are, Cas, you are good and you want to do what’s right, and Jack’s the same way, that’s why he chose you in the first place”. Cas lifted his head and looked at him, he’d never seen the angel so human, he had the impulse to hug him but settled for some pats on the back. “Thank you, Dean”, he said and left.

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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A Dumb Idea (1.4 k, coda to 14x15 “The Last Holiday”, Sam & Dean, Dean/Cas)

(ao3)

They celebrated Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, birthdays, even the Fourth of July. What about the other holidays? What about Valentine's Day?

Mrs. Butters actually had a plan for that, but she left before it could come to fruition. Sam, however, stumbles on Dean and a leftover piece from said plan. Something Dean would rather Sam not see. When he does get a peek as to what it is, well... Dean and Sam have a lot to talk about.

Sam didn’t intend this. He called Dean’s name, first. Except his brother didn’t react. Head bowed, headphones on as he studied something before him. Music loud enough Sam faintly heard it from the kitchen’s entrance. Easily obscuring his footsteps as Sam approached, curious.

Moving closer, Sam saw a pencil in Dean’s hand. Wrinkled paper waiting underneath it. Marred with illegible words. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “What are you writing?”

Dean jumped, headphones slipping off his head. Zeppelin blaring, echoing across the room until his brother slammed a fist on his mp3. “Christ, Sammy,” Dean turned, glaring. Both hands covered the folded paper, pencil forgotten as it rolled away. “Don’t do that! Could’ve had a heart attack.”

“You have a better chance at going deaf than having a heart attack, Dean.”

“At least then Eileen could teach me sign language,” he said, bending forward. Somehow maintaining eye contact with Sam. “And we can gossip behind your back with complicated, advanced signing that you can’t do because of your big moose hooves.”

Snorting, Sam brushed the insult aside. He won’t be distracted that easy. “What are you doing?” he asked, again, “What are you writing?”

Dean’s lip twitched. His gaze flit between the paper and Sam. “I’m not writing anything.” The pencil, thrown from the table’s edge, landed with a guilty clatter. “Okay, I was writing something,” Dean admit, dragging the page towards him, “It’s… a grocery list.”

“Groceries?”

“Yeah, those things you buy?” Dean rose with a nervous giggle, the paper pressed against his chest, “Mrs. Butters wasn’t here for that long Sam, you must remember food doesn’t naturally poof out of thin air. So I set to taking stock of what we needed and… actually, I just finished.” He inched backwards, Sam trailing after him. “Might as well go and get the groceries, now that I have the… the list.”

Sam shrugged, grinning, “That makes sense.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

A beat later, Sam pounced. Dean, anticipating his attack, spun on his heel. Sam’s chest colliding with his back, blanketing it. But Dean hadn’t considered his next move, because the kitchen island blocked any attempt at escape. Trapped between Sam and it, all he could do was play defense while Sam used every dirty trick on making his brother let go. Because Sam already ran through the scenario in his head, planning for this moment. From the second he saw Dean hide that paper.

It wasn’t what he intended; Dean left him no choice.

He tickles, he pinches, and he pulls. Finally, Dean surrenders his hold on the paper. Sam snatches it and bolts, his brother chasing him. “Sammy!”

“Grocery list my ass!” he yells behind him, skidding around a turn in the hall. Narrowly avoiding Dean’s fist, laughing as he slams into the wall Sam avoided. “Let’s see what you were really writing…” His eyes scan the front of the paper, reading aloud what Dean scrawled in bright red ink. “I never really believed in angels,” he says, slowing, “until I met you.”

Dean slams into him, both sent tumbling. They lie on their backs, panting, the paper in Sam’s hand with Dean’s creeping closer. Sam feels it go taut as Dean grabs hold, yet he won’t fight further. Perhaps afraid of ruining what’s there. Of the cheesy pick-up line titling his inner thoughts, bookended by doodled wings and a giant, colored heart stamped on the bottom.

“Really,” Sam gasps, “you got so worked up over that.” His body burns with exhaustion, having overexerted himself. Although not really. Sam should be more concerned with his stamina, except there were other matters that need his attention.

“Shut up…” Dean’s cheeks were red, from embarrassment, exercise, or a combination of both. “Shit’s personal.”

“And grade school,” Sam says. He lurches into a seated position, Dean popping up alongside him. Neither letting go, still. “What are you doing writing a Valentine’s Day card?”

“Why does anyone write a Valentine’s Day card, Sam?” Dean stares at his feet, thinking. The grip on his end goes slack, hand falling to his side. “Read it.”

Sam hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“You’ve already seen enough,” he sighs, pinching his brow. “Come on. Do it, before I change my mind.”

Noting the twinges of irritation threaded into his voice, Sam knows he won’t have long. He flicks it open, first three letters stealing his breath. Glancing at Dean, he sees his brother curled. Physically making himself smaller, like Dean could disappear if he tried hard enough. Sam keeps his initial thoughts silent, saving it for the end.

Which was the right choice. If the first word were a seed, then the rest of his message was the flower. Each sentence like a petal that together created a beautiful image. Of a secret love. Simmering feelings, strengthening over time. Insecurities laid bare that Sam had expected yet never confirmed until now. A simple plea – a prayer – that leaves him raw, despite the words having come from someone else.

Sam closes it, wiping at his eyes. “I…” he clears his throat, “Wow. You were planning on giving this to Cas?”

“Yes…” Dean pouts, snatching the card from Sam. He lets Dean take it. “Maybe, I – I don’t know.”

“But you wrote it,” Sam says, “Did you… did you mean it? Everything?”

“Of course I did!” He waves the card about, snarling, “If I didn’t mean it, it wouldn’t be there.”

Nodding, Sam slides closer. Throws an arm around Dean, tugging him into a loose hug. “How long have you been sitting on this?”

“On the feelings or the card?”

“The card.”

Dean relaxes, leaning on Sam. “A few days now. You were getting ready for your date with Eileen and, well… when Mrs. Butters was still here, she was going on about the next holiday we should celebrate. With Eileen here, maybe invite her over and do a whole Valentine’s Day dinner…” He chuckles, rubbing at his jaw. “And I was eating some of her snickerdoodles, and she looked at me. Clucked her tongue and said how it’d be perfect to set me up with a girl as good as Eileen. I… don’t know if it was because I was in such a good mood, or it was easier, explaining to a stranger, but it all came – it came rushing out. I couldn’t stop myself. Then… when I was finished… y’know what she did? She magicked up that paper and the – the pencil back in the kitchen. And said I should put everything I said down there. Invite Cas over and then give it to him.”

Sam braves a smile for both of them. “Sounded like it would have been fun.”

“No,” Dean says, “it wouldn’t. Because then Cas would read my card and… and he’d know how I really feel.”

“That’s a problem?”

“It’s a problem if he doesn’t feel the same!” He throws Sam off of him, scrambling to his feet. Sam stands, too. “I have all these big, awful, disgusting… intense, amazing, fantastic feelings for him, but what if that’s where it ends. That for him I…” Dean shudders, body shaking. “I’m just a friend. And this whole time I’ve been imagining more than what was there. Hoping that maybe, the reason we always found our way back to each other, was because we were meant to.”

“Dean,” Sam starts, cautiously approaching him. Gentle, like he was a wild deer. Skittish, alert for any surprises. “You won’t know if you don’t try… I’m sure that, when Cas sees that, he’ll be happy. More than happy!”

“You don’t know,” Dean says, lifting the card. Scowling, he holds it on either side. “This was a dumb idea anyway… I shouldn’t have ever listened to her.”

“Dean, don’t –“

He rips it. Rips it again. A third time, and many more after that until confetti rains from his fingers. Sam watches this happen with a pit in his stomach, all of Dean’s hard work disappearing in an instant. Resolve crumbling as fast.

Dean sniffs, swiping his nose. “Let’s… forget this ever happened, okay Sammy?” he says, stalking down the hall, “Got more important things we should be focusing on anyway…”

He disappears, footfalls echoing until those, too, end. Sam stays, staring at the pile of shreds.

Sam bends, sweeping them into his hands. Makes sure they’re all there. Then he heads towards his room.

Cas is due back soon, anyway. If Sam acts quickly, at least some of what Dean wrote can reach him. Enough for them to have the conversation that’s been looming overhead for years now. The clock is ticking, and Sam will be damned if it runs out on those two.

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years

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Prayer In A Bottle

Cas.

Castiel jerks to attention, as a familiar voice nimbly enters his thoughts - almost as if it’s brushing the curtains away to see if he’s there, and he is, and he lets it in. That’s not how prayers are supposed to work, but the Winchesters have a way of doing things their own way.

Cas?

It’s a tired, heavy voice; just not the one he’d thought. This was Sam.

Voices tend to get mangled when they reach you as prayer - something about allowing for anonymous benefactoring of kindness, but probably more about impartiality. But Cas can tell. He knows the brothers too well, has heard their voices too many times - this has to be Sam.

However, Sam isn’t supposed to get intoxicated and pray to him. That’s so much more Dean. Sam’s not supposed to sound this broken, or unsure, or wistful in his prayers. Sam isn’t supposed to be sad.

I think you can hear me. But I wish there was some way I could tell.

Cas pauses. He sighs - well, he’s wished so more than once, before. Now, he’s an angel who can’t fly, but can hear prayers. It’s a cruel paradox.

Nonetheless, his surroundings melt away, just like the disregarded plate, for he listens hard. Even if it’s all he can do.

Okay, you know what? I’m just going to believe that you can hear me. Belief’s supposed to do the trick, isn’t it? Just like I believe you’ve read my texts. And listened to the mails.

He hasn’t. He’d had no clue. Almost instinctively, Cas reaches into his coat for his phone, but when he clicks the button, the screen doesn’t blare to life. He scowls at it, for he needs to check these messages that have Sam so upset with him - or so he sounds. He’s trying to will it to come to life, clicking the button repeatedly, when it strikes him. Of course, it must be completely discharged. Not on purpose - he just never remembered. There have been many other things to think about.

Back at the bunker, most times, one of the boys would plug his cellphone in, when theirs were done. It was mostly Sam. He should’ve known this would happen.

And I’m just going to get this clear. It’s alright if you don’t it respond. I get it.

Cas pauses.

I got Dean to tell me everything. And I get it.

Except for the occasional rambling, and the rare distracted lull in his voice - he wouldn’t even have been able to tell that Sam was drunk. But he had to be.

Because these weren’t things Sam Winchester would say to him, otherwise.

I miss Jack, Cas. I miss him, and his voice, and his pencils and everything. I miss having him around so much that it’s crazy, and what’s crazier is that I don’t even think of not having Mom around those times. I know Dean doesn’t feel the same way. He thinks about her all the time.

Cas clenches his fists. He knows Dean thinks about her. He knows that’s what’s made it worse. But he’d never thought of Sam not thinking about her like that.

He almost sounds guilty, and that’s a feeling that this man should never have to experience, but Cas can’t do a thing about it.

He hangs onto every word Sam’s offering him, finally letting it out. Everything he says, punctuated by endearing rambles and random questions about Cas’s general well-being, makes his head reel.

I never apologized to you for that day. For the coffin. For Jack. You kept saying you’re sorry, Cas, and that’s all I could hear. I was lost, and it was such a horrific thing to do. It was Jack, our Jack, and we almost locked him away for eternity - there’s things Dean says to try and forget I ever did, but I will never forgive myself for that.

And then, I couldn’t think past God - you walked out, you were brave enough, and I didn’t follow. If I had, today could’ve been different, so much better - but I didn’t, and every day, I think about why I couldn’t do it. I still can’t tell, but I suppose it’s because I still believed in God.

Cas is almost dizzy, at this point. He can’t think, or move. He can only let every word Sam utters, wash over him - and he does.

Sam doesn’t stop speaking. He goes on, about god, and confides in Cas how he’s never felt so alone. He tells him how he wishes he could believe in a superior Good, though it’s exactly Him they’re battling. He almost chokes telling Cas about Rowena. Those last few moments in the crypt.

Castiel cries with him, at that, but Sam doesn’t know it.

Belphegor was a goddamn jackass, and there were none of us who didn’t know it. Cas, what happened between you two in hell, I don’t know - we never talked after that, but I know what happened in that crypt.. Rowena - she chose that path, she kept telling me that - and I didn’t believe her then, but I’m trying to now. Please, Cas, believe it too.

On that day, I made the same decision you did. You chose to save the world, over the last bit of Jack you had left, and I chose to save the world over her. They were tough decisions, but if Dean can tell me it was justified, then so was yours.

A tear slips down Cas’s cheek. He’d had no idea that he’d needed to hear this so much. It’s strange for him to cry, seated alone in a diner - thankfully facing away from people, since he’s completely tuned out of the setting. All he can think about is Sam.

He’s never wanted to answer a prayer more.

Know what, Cas? Sam’s tone had grown harder. Or was it softer? I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to say this, because I’ve already said it in those calls you didn’t pick up - but you left, Cas. We lost so many friends, that day. Ketch, he’s gone. We lost Rowena, Cas, and then you were gone, too.

Cas shakes his head, denying the true allegations to the wall. Sam sounds drained, as he says it. It’s like he’s suddenly more tired.

I cannot believe you chose to leave us then, Cas.

Sam breathes it out, quiet - and if Cas had been a few feet from him, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it. But, because he’s miles away - and Sam’s still praying, he does hear it, and something shatters inside of him.

How had he been so heartless as to abandon Sam that night, needless of whether he’d needed him there or not. It didn’t matter that Dean was enough for him, and Sam was enough for Dean - it didn’t matter that Dean was still furious with him, that he was never going to be forgiven, that he didn’t feel like he could breathe in the bunker anymore - how could Cas have decided to desert Sam Winchester, that day?

Suddenly, he didn’t care about how much it would’ve ached to stay another day. The disdain in Dean’s rare glances his side, the apathy which made him ache seemed inconsequential, all at once. Sam had lost a friend that day. Castiel had compelled him to lose two.

Sam had been quiet for a long time.

Cas wonders if Sam’s stopped praying - it’s always been mysterious to him, how dialogue stops being a prayer once the attachment is gone, though it’s within the same revolution of the clockhands and the same two persons. Maybe Sam doesn’t want to speak to him anymore.

He doesn’t blame him.

Castiel doesn’t deserve his kind words. The forgiveness, the acceptance, and the redemption that he’s starved for. He doesn’t deserve anything from Sam.

But here’s the ridiculous part. I can’t believe you’re gone, but I can believe it too. We’ve been awful. Dean doesn’t know what he’s like, when he’s like this. I - I’ve been there. He thought I was the reason Charlie got killed. I’ve never known him to hate me more, and there might have been a lot going on then, but I’ve never worried more that he’d not look at me the same again.

So there. I know why you felt like you had to go away. I just can’t believe that you did.

Cas swallows. He’s never thought about it like this. Sam sounds like he’s given this some thought - his words touch Castiel’s heart, and wrench his gut at the same time. He waits for more.

You know this, Cas. Dean’s Dean. He can be angry, he can be mean, and he can be terrible, but he’s Dean, so it doesn’t matter. He’s always going to come around, because he loves us, and misplaced rage can only last so long. He needs us, and we need him - all we’ve got to do is wait, and not walk out while he’s being ridiculous like this. Try to knock some sense back into him, prove our intentions, and -

Sam chuckles, suddenly. Cas’s ears perk at the sound, it’s breathy and beautiful, and a little sigh of relief overtakes him at the short huff of laughter. Sam’s okay.

He sounds like a villain, when I say that. No, Dean’s anything but that. He’s my brother, Cas, and I’m sorry on his behalf. I know that doesn’t make up for all he said, but tell me that you’ll let it go sometime, please. That someday, you’ll not hate us anymore. Because this is Dean, and you know him too, and - you get it, don’t you?

Cas purses his lips. Yes, he does. But this is different - Dean’s the one who won’t let it go, and they’re the ones who don’t need -

Cas had forgotten Sam can’t hear him. So Sam continued, after a deep inhale.

You’re kind of the only person who does.

Sam trails off of Dean, just as sudden as he’d come upon it. Now, he’s recounting days from before. Suddenly, he’s telling Cas about his discussions with Jack about cereal, and Cas is listening so awfully keen, that Sam’s voice might as well be that of the angel radio which pierces through the barriers of his mind - except he’s welcoming this.

Of course, Cas isn’t eating anymore, so the waitress comes to ask him if she should fetch his check - but Cas couldn’t possibly move. He’s pinned to his spot, just as his ears are pinned to Sam. So he orders a coffee, black - hoping the bitterness makes it past his senses. And then he keeps listening

Sam keeps talking. Cas doesn’t remember when he last had a conversation like this with someone. If ever, at all. And, he doesn’t think Sam’s had one of these conversations recently either - and he feels a dreadful kind of happy, to get to listen in to one of those rare times Sam Winchester truly shines through the cracks in his armor.

Sam occasionally drifts off, settles into a sadder tone and confesses things that make Cas’s heart heavy. But he always finds his way back, almost to a conversational tone, and continues to talk.

It’s so good to hear from him, Cas realizes, when a couple hours have passed. He hadn’t realized how much he’s missed the younger Winchester, either. It’s been oddly satisfying to hear his voice.

And further so, that Sam talks to him now. It’s surreal, and he’s never thought about how much he’s wanted this, over the years.

It’s different, from Dean.

How, he wouldn’t be able to explain.

But it’s very different.

Sam’s voice is soft, growing drowsier as the minutes fly by - he pauses occasionally, too, praying not in a monologue, but as if Cas might be speaking at the other end.

Cas wishes, surprising himself only minutely at the thought, to be able to pray back to him. Sam Winchester’s far more deserving of being prayed to, than he is - and that way, he could tell him his side. Thank him. Apologize profusely, and then thank him again. Do all of it, and maybe feel a little less contrite in regardance to how terrible a friend he’s been to a man who’s been good to him, since they first made each other’s acquaintance, all those years back.

Anyways, Cas.

Cas frowns at the tone. He knows it’s been very long, he knows Sam should sleep now - but he can’t help but wish this went on some more. He wants Sam to keep speaking to him.

I guess this is where I say goodbye.

Cas expects him to go on, actually say the words, hoping it’ll have him linger for a little longer. He sulks, when Sam goes silent.

Cas hadn’t realized how lonely he’s been, before this. Sam’s familiar, comfortably used-to voice has managed to do wonders to his anxious state of mind. He doesn’t want him to leave, not at all, but the pause is too long, and he begins to wonder if Sam left with just that bit of preamble.

He misses him already.

But Sam comes back, words newly accentuated with an inebriated slur.

You never even said goodbye to me, you know that, right?

Cas freezes.

I mean, you just - you never did. You’re moving on, aren’t you? Couldn’t even bother to see me before you move on. Maybe I matter too little, maybe you couldn’t stand the thought of being with us any longer - but I deserved that goodbye, alright? I’m sorry, but after all this time, I fucking did.

Cas screws his eyes shut. The guilt comes thundering back. Sam sounds awful, too.

You didn’t say goodbye, Cas. Sam repeats, and sounds devastated, and that’s what pushes Cas over the edge. His voice trembles like it might crack, and Cas swears to himself that if it did, he’d break down too.

There’s another long, long pause.

Again, Cas dreads that Sam is gone - that Sam will never pray to him again, and has left already to enhance his point - because Castiel still doesn’t deserve any of it, he doesn’t deserve to be Sam’s friend, and maybe Sam finally realized it. But he’s still stuck there, waiting for Sam, because his heart refuses to believe it.

And Sam’s not gone.

You know, he’s back, it’s a small voice, and he’s drank some more. If you’re going to come back, Cas, this would be the perfect moment to do so. Show up - right here in front of me, come back, Cas - and tell me that you didn’t say it because you were never really gone - and I’ll believe you, if you show up.

Sam, completely drunk now, seems to have forgotten that Cas cannot show up at places anymore. He’s lost his wings. Oh, how he wishes he could, though - for he’d have complied immediately. There’s no other place he wants to be right now.

But for that matter, anything Sam asks him to do, within his abilities of doing; in that voice, sounding like he needed Cas, begging him to show up, desperate and pleading - was as good as done.

Alright.

Cas feels oppressed by the two syllables. Sam must hate him that much more.

So, that’s not happening.

Cas holds his breath.

Of course, it isn’t. I’d say, worth a try, but it’s idiotic to think you’d just be here like that. For me. Dean’s the one who should’ve been calling you. S’always worked in the past.

Cas shakes his head, emphatically, desperately, with tears in his eyes. “It’s not that.” He says out loud, not even capable of feeling foolish for it. “I can’t come back. I cannot -”

Nevermind.

“You’re wrong! I want to be there.” Cas argues. “You think you’re right, I can hear it, but you’re not. Sam, I want to be there for you.”

Sam can’t hear him.

I get it.

“You’re getting it wrong.” Cas pleads. “Sam, I -”

So, that’s that. I guess. I should go. Don’t, uh, don’t be a stranger. And take care of yourself, Cas.

Cas hates how prayers work. He detests the entire institution of praying. He’s never been so repulsed by the mechanisms of heaven, and he’s rebelled plenty.

Just so you know, I’ll stop with the calls now, uh, I know why you want to stay away. And I’m going to respect that.

Cas doesn’t want him to stop. He’s going to call him tomorrow, when he’s got his stupid phone’s battery back. He doesn’t want to stay away, anymore. He doesn’t think he even can.

And hey, last thing.

Cas waits, anxious.

We’ve talked about this, all those years back - and I know you only care about Dean, but just remember - try to remember that he’s not the only one who cares about you. Alright?

And all goes silent then, snapping the link and rendering Cas speechless. He wants to yell at the wall that that’s not true, that he loves Sam, that he needs him - he wants to beg him to pray again, to not hate him for saying goodbye, to plead him to keep talking about Jack - but he can’t do any of it. He can’t do anything at all.

Sam’s stopped praying.

And back at the bunker, the younger Winchester doesn’t even get to dwell on his words, repeat his prayers to himself and think about Cas - because he passes out too soon, crashing into the mattress, bottle at the bedside; it’s been a long day. He dreams of being killed by Dean again; this time, Sam’s one of the bodies he’s slashing up in hell, and he wakes up panting and cannot look Dean in the eye through breakfast.

Moreover, he doesn’t recall a single speck of his prayers from last night.

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Sickness, Health & Injury

Natasha x reader x Bucky x Steve

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Date night was always a hard thing to schedule with the four of you. There were so many things you had to factor in before you could plan a date night. Meetings, missions, training sessions, the odd PR job you had to do were some of the more common reasons as to why it was so hard t make a date night. But sometimes, it was the more unexpected, the more unplanned reasons as to why date night didn’t happen.

Sometimes it was injury and sickness to prevented you all from attending date night. But who needs date night, when you have three loving partners to be with you and stay with you during your times of need?

“It’s just a broken leg.” Bucky complained, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I’ve lost another limb.”

“But what if you need something?” Steve asked the man, hands on his hips.

“What could I need? You’ll only be gone a couple hours; you think I’m going decide to bake a cake while you’re gone?” Bucky snorted to your amusement.

Tonight, the four of you were supposed to go out for a date the only problem was Bucky couldn’t come. He’d broken his leg the day before in a training with Sam gone wrong accident. Bruce had said he would he fine in six weeks, maybe less with his accelerated healing, but until then Bucky would be stuck in that heavy cast and with his crutches.

Despite not being able to come out tonight he still wanted the three of you to go out. You’d all been planning tonight for weeks and he saw no point in the three of you missing out on tonight just because he broke his leg.

“Steve, please. I’m not going to do anything risky. I’ll just order in and watch some movies, but you three are going out. None of you have gone out in months and you’re not losing this reservation. So, get dressed and go have fun.” Bucky told him, staring at the blonde. The two stared at each other neither of them willing to back down causing you and Nat to roll your eyes.

This happened so often at this point it, neither of you were that surprised. You and Natasha started getting ready for the date, knowing full well, that Bucky was going to win. He always did because Steve hated arguing with any of you.

“Okay fine.” Steve sighed, turning away from Bucky and towards the two of you who were mostly ready to go. “You two already knew he was going to win.” Steve stated, shaking his head slightly.

“Stevie, going into that even you knew he was going to win.” You told the man as Natasha helped zip your dress up.

“Go get dressed punk.” Bucky said with a smug grin. Steve sighed and moved into the closet as you and Natasha finished getting dressed. “You look gorgeous girls.” Bucky said sincerely.

“Thank you, James.” Natasha said, moving over to the bed and kissing the man.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay tonight?” You double checked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“I’m sure sweet cheeks.” He said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. “I’ll probably just end up sleeping, Bruce has me on some pretty strong painkillers.” He added with a little smirk.

“Well if we want to make it to dinner Steve better hurry up.” Natasha told the two of you before moving into the closet. “Steven move ass, let’s go.” She said, pulling the blonde out of the walk in.

“We’ll be back soon.” You promised, kissing Bucky. “Call if you need anything, love you.” You called, as Natasha grabbed your hand and started pulling you along too.

“Love you, have fun.” Bucky called, the three of you called back your love and with that you were gone for the night.

Okay, an hour and a half. Despite this restaurant being reviewed as one of the best in the city it certainly wasn’t. The food tasted like cardboard, the female waitress spent the whole time pushing her breasts out at Steve and the waiter spent the whole night staring at both Nat’s and your breasts. You couldn’t stand to be there any longer, so you left after the entrée and picked up a pizza on your way home.

“Buck, we’re back.” Steve called, taking the pizza into the kitchen as you and Nat took off your heels.

“Despite the fact I wanted to murder the little shit, I get why he was staring.” Natasha said, pushing you against the wall and teasingly kissing your shoulder. “You looked amazing tonight darling.”

“So, do you.” You murmured, running your fingers down her sides.

“Buck what the hell!?” Steve’s angry voice startled you both. Sharing a look, the two of you quickly moved into the bedroom to see an angry Steve glaring at a guilty looking Bucky who was standing on a chair.

“Do you want me to explain or no?” Bucky asked in a meek voice.

Steve shook his head slightly before moving over and helping Bucky off the chair. “Not really.” He sighed exasperatedly. Steve helped Bucky back to bed and you grabbed the pizza from the kitchen. The three of you spent the rest of date night in bed sharing a large meat lover, much better than that stuffy restaurant.

“Steve if you brew another cup of that foul tea, I’m going to throw up on you.” Natasha snapped, before throwing up again. You were in the bathroom with her holding her hair back as you had been all night. She’d been ill most of the night before and it had only gotten worse as the day went on.

“Maybe it was the chicken we had last night.” You suggested, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“No, if it were that you’d be throwing up too.” Bucky pointed out, coming into the bathroom. “It was probably the vodka she had when her stomach first started hurting.”

“That’s a real Russian remedy.” Natasha groaned, resting her head in her hand. “It’s most likely the foul tea Steve’s been brewing.”

“Wanda told me it would help clear the toxins out of you.” Steve defended himself, standing by the doorway.

“Oh, it’s clearing something out.” Natasha snarked before throwing up again.

“I called the paintball place.” Bucky told the two of you over Natasha throwing up. “They said they’ll be glad to take us next week.”

“Next week what are you talking about?” Natasha asked, being done for now. “We’re going paintballing tonight.”

“Honey, you’re far too sick to be going anywhere but bed right now.” Steve told her with a small frown.

“I’m fine, Stevie. I feel great, better than great. In fact, I think the tea did the trick.” Natasha said, attempting to stand up only to fall back down. “I take that back I want to be dead.” She groaned.

“Come on Tash.” You said, helping her stand. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Slowly you helped Natasha walk back to bed. She laid down on the top of the covers and immediately rolled onto her side.

“You three should have still gone out.” Natasha murmured as Bucky came in with the bucket. “I would’ve been fine on my own.”

“No chance, doll.” Steve said, standing next to you. “You’re far to sick to be left home alone.”

“What if you choked on your own vomit while we were gone?” Bucky asked, sitting on the end of the bed.

“Buck, what the hell?” You asked the man, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well what if she did? It’s a thing that happens.” He defended himself. “Ask Steve he almost did back in the 30’s.”

“Don’t remind me.” Steve grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Can we not talk about vomit?” Natasha begged. “I already want to be dead.”

“Sorry honey.” You said, looking at her sympathetically. You took a seat next to Bucky at the end of the bed and patted her ankle.

“I’ll get you some ginger ale to settle your stomach.” Steve told the red head before leaving the room. Natasha groaned and curled into a ball.

“He’s trying to poison me.” She complained.

“He’s not trying to poison you.” Bucky said, rolling his eyes. “He’s trying to help, I promise.”

“Poison, help, he could be doing both.” You teased. “If you’re asleep before he gets back you won’t have to drink anything.” You said to Natasha, who was already drifting. Natasha didn’t say anything just closed her eyes.

Steve came back in and smiled as he saw Natasha was asleep. He set the drink on the dresser and gestured for you both to follow him.

The three of you sat in the living room and watched a movie as Natasha slept peacefully in the next room.

“Ugh, my head hurts.” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Bucky turn the sun off.”

“Sweet cheeks, I can’t turn the sun off.” Bucky sighed, standing from the bed. “But I can do this.” He said. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

Slowly you moved your hands away from your face and let out a sigh of relief as you noticed the curtains had been closed tightly and the light ad been turned off.

“Thank you, Buck.” You whispered, turning onto your side. The two of you had been in a training session with Sam, everything had been going perfectly fine until Sam knocked you into the wall and you hit your head. You hit it hard. Bruce had checked you and said it was just a minor concussion.

But the symptoms hit you hard. You could barely stand let alone walk, your head was pounding, and any amount of light or noise made you want to cry. Natasha and Steve were out for the day, setting up for tonight’s date, but Bucky had really stepped up and tried to help you.

“Anything for you sweet cheeks.” Bucky whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Now sit up.” He told you, shifting you into a sitting position. “You can’t go to sleep.”

“But I’m so tired.” You whined, leaning your head into your hands.

“I know sweetheart.” Bucky said sympathetically, sitting next to you and resting your head on his shoulder. “But you can’t yet.”

You and Bucky sat together in a comforting silence with Bucky running his fingers gently through your hair and you absentmindedly drawing shapes on his arm.

“Are you two ready?” Steve called as the elevator dinged. You whimpered at the loud noise and buried your head further into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Steve, lower it.” Bucky snapped, before adding to you softly. “Sorry sweetheart.”

“Hey, what happened in here?” Steve asked quietly. You still hadn’t lifted your head off Bucky’s shoulder, but you knew he was standing in the doorway with Natasha probably not far behind him.

“Wilson threw her into a wall during training.” Bucky explained, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Banner says she’s got a concussion.”

“Oh, dragotsennyy.” Natasha cooed, her footsteps coming closer. “How are you feeling?” She asked, the bed dipping as she sat next to you.

“Like shit.” You whispered, lifting your head slightly to look at your girlfriend. “Bucky won’t let me sleep.” You complained.

“You’re not supposed to sleep.” Steve said, moving over to the bed. “You have to stay awake kitten.” He added, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You let out a sigh, a mix between content and annoyance, before looking up at the man and your other two partners.

“Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready to go out.” You said quietly and attempted to stand, only to be pushed back down by three sets of hands.

“Oh no.” Natasha scolded. “You’re not going anywhere; you have a concussion.”

“But it’s date night.” You protested. “And we’ve been planning this for weeks.”

“We can do it some other day.” Steve said, sitting next to Natasha. “You have a concussion Y/N, you need rest and to relax.”

“I’ll go make some coffee.” Bucky said, standing from the bed. “Be back in a minute.”

As Bucky left the room Steve and Natasha shifted on the bed so Natasha took Bucky’s place and Steve shuffled closer.

“I love you all, you know that right?” You murmured, laying your head on Natasha’s shoulder.

“We know.” Natasha assured, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “And we love you.” Steve uttered his agreeance and the three of you sat together until Bucky came back with a tray of coffees, and three became four.

“You two are mean.” Steve groaned, pouting at you and Bucky as you both continued laughing. “Stop laughing at me.”

“But honey, it’s kind of funny.” You giggled as Steve’s pout grew larger.

“What are you two laughing at?” Natasha asked, standing in the doorway with a smile as she looked at the three of you. The three of you must have looked a sight, Steve had a large pout and a red nose, Bucky and you both red faced from laughing so hard.

“Stevie.” Bucky chuckled, pulling you into his side. “He can’t go outside.”

“Fans mobbing you again, Steve?” Natasha asked, smirking at the blonde.

“No.” He grumbled, not looking at the woman. “Turns out the serum only got rid of most of my illnesses. I’ve got hay fever.”

“He took one step outside before and it was instant. Sneezing, red nose, watery eyes. It was really funny.” You giggled, smiling at the red head.

“It wasn’t.” Steve denied. “It’s irritating, I thought the serum was supposed to stop me getting sick.” He whined.

“Everyone gets hay fever, Steve.” Bucky said with a small smile.

“I’m not supposed to.” Steve said, shaking his head. “This sucks.”

“Not to make you feel any worse,” Natasha started. “But if you can’t go outside without becoming a snotty mess, how are you going to come on the date?”

“You’re going to have to leave me behind.” Steve sighed after thinking for a couple of minutes. “If I’m having an allergic reaction the whole time, I’m not going to be much fun on our date.”

“I can fix this.” You said, jumping up from the bed. “You three stay in here until I come back for you.” You told the three, kissing each of them before going to the door. “Oh, and, no peeking.” You added before shutting the door.

Moving around your floor quickly, you hastily grabbed what you needed. Throwing a blanket onto the floor near the window, you set an array of pillows on the blanket as well as the surrounding floor and grabbed a selection of food and drink from the kitchen.

After twenty minutes of setting up, you decided you were done and went back to the bedroom.

“Okay you three. You can come out now.” You told them, opening the door. Your partners moved to follow you as you started to explain. “Since Stevie can’t go outside without sneezing his brain out, I figured we could bring the outside to him.”

“This is fantastic, kitten.” Steve said, pulling you in by the waist to kiss you. “Thank you.”

The four of you sat down to your make shift picnic and enjoyed the lovely date with no sneezing, no injuries and no sickness.

Though your plans could sometimes fall through, you all managed to find a way to either fix it or just enjoy the time the three of you had together.

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