#i checked they had monopoly back then

[nitewingbabi]

↳ please respond…I showed you my cock            ⚤ ghostface x female!reader  【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】 ✉ taking requests part 2 ▻ a pretty mouth

2023 was a different year for everyone. Covid was 2020's big killer, and now ghostface seemed to be claiming 2023 as his year. You were one of his taunting targets. Text messages, phone calls, notes in your locker or mail. He had even been in your room once to leave a message on your mirror.

‘I like the red ones’ which was referring to your panties that you were trying on the other day after doing some much needed retail therapy with some friends. 

Your group was getting smaller and smaller as more students were murdered, kidnapped or not heard from in weeks. Curfew was getting shorter that soon enough school was sure to be cancelled until the police solved whoever was running around killing everyone. 

It’s Tuesday night and you just finished showering, you had been blowdrying your hair for the last 20 minutes. The recent news far from your thoughts, the truck load of school work that was due was giving you a migraine. Finally your hair was dried and you were ready to slip into bed and start your assignment. You turned your TV on, immediately putting on your current Netflix show that you were binging. 

Eyes flicking back and forth from your laptop screen to your TV. You hadn’t checked your phone since you started to shower and noticed you had multiple messages from an unknown number. But it wasn’t unknown to you. You knew exactly who it was. 

Unknown Number +1**********

➤ quiet night? 

➤ parents aren’t home. 

➤ neighbours are out of town. 

You had only had one actual physical contact with ghostface which was two weeks ago. He chased you around your house until your neighbours came barging in and he ran away. Ever since you had your parents change the locks and debate whether or not to send you across the country to live with your aunt and uncle until it was all over. You pleaded that they didn’t and instead they paid for a self defence class for you. 

Your phone buzzed again, drawing your attention away from the TV. 

Unknown Number +***********

➤ i liked the little show you put on for me the other day. 

➤ wish i had been there to ruin those little red panties 

You weren’t sure what to write back, you sat there debating if you should even write anything back and entertain this creep. 

Just as you put your phone down, the screen lit up and the room echoed from your ringtone. 

Unknown Caller 

You weren’t sure if you should pick up, but something inside you made you do it. 

“Hello?” You hesitantly asked as you held the device up to your ear. Waiting to hear that deep voice that you couldn’t recognise. 

“Hello y/n. Enjoying your show?” Your eyes met your TV screen to see your show playing still on low volume. You turned the TV off, quickly standing to your feet to look out your window. It was barely lit outside from the streetlight and nothing seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. 

“Who is this? Why are you tormenting me?” You had asked the question too many times that it was just routine, you’d hope that one time he would budge and just tell you. 

“The question isn’t who I am. the question is where I am.” You heart began to race, eyes searching endlessly out your window, he had to be close by. You suddenly felt the booty shorts and crop top that you had slid into wasn’t the best attire to be wearing at home alone whilst being stalked by a psycho. 

“Look asshole, you wanna play games. I can play.” You weren’t sure what you exact plan was, but it was the first thing to pop into your head. Were you terrified of ghostface? Yes. But did it also arouse you how much he called you, texted you, the fact he had probably seen you naked countless times, even possibly pleasured himself to the sight of you. 

“Oh yeah? In the mood for monopoly?” He chuckled darkly on the other end, you could only hope he was still watching you from where he was. With your free hand you danced your fingers down your torso, dipping into the waistband of your shorts and panties and itching your way to your centre that was throbbing. You could hear a deep growl on the other end. 

You chuckled into the phone, knowing he was definitely watching you now. You breathed a soft moan as your fingertip circles your juicy clit, using your arousal as lube to slick your finger around the bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder and your mouth fell agape as you began walking backwards onto your bed, allowing yourself to fall back into the plush mattress and send yourself into a bliss. 

You had forgotten about ghostface, your phone falling from your ear to beside your head. 

“Hey!” Your eyes popped open as you remembered he was still on the other end. You quickly grabbed it, slowing your circles to keep yourself on edge. 

“I want to hear your pretty cries when you cum, I want you to cum to me and only me. You got that princess?” His words were sharp and threatening, just like the blade he used to murder your friends. God you were getting turned on and touching yourself to a psycho killer. The unexpected happened next. A snapchat notification came through. 

Gfce23 added you on Snapchat! 

It was him. It had to be. You accepted, still working yourself and slipping a finger inside your dripping cunt to get more arousal on your clit. 

Immediately a video came through, along with a few photos. You bit your lip as you thought about what could possibly be on the other end. You had to take the chance though, you were too far down the rabbit hole. 

“Open them, I want you to see what you fucking do to me.” His voice was hoarse and breathless, you could tell he was jerking himself on the other end or something. You clicked on the purple square. Your eyes met a hard cock, veiny and thick. The tip an enraged red with a slight purple tinge. A single drop of precum oozing out the slit and his black leather glove wrapped around his cock. 

The video began playing and his hand jerked his cock slowly, throaty moans echoing as the video continued to play and that drop of precum dripped down his pinkish shaft. A small bush of pubic hair that led to a faint snail trail and a set of what you could only guess were abs. 

His hand got faster and his moans got faster as he pumped himself hard in his hand, but before you could view more you heard your parents car pulling into the driveway with their faint music blaring. 

Ghostface was in the back of your mind as you quickly closed your phone and got settled into bed. Ghostface didn’t call you back, didn’t text you and didn’t send anything else to you that night. But that does’t mean he let you off easy. 

It had only been a few days since you last heard from ghostface, but when you did you were surprised to see the message he had sent through was not his usual taunting, threatening approach. 

Unkown Number +**********

➤ i want to see that pretty pussy spread out tonight 

➤ leave your window unlocked

➤ i know your parents wont be home

➤ hope you like it rough princess

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[babyleostuff]

౨ৎ voicemails lee chan leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, sweetie)

...one: hi baby, so we just landed. i can't wait to get to the hotel, i'm exhausted. hope you're sleeping well too, i'll call you in the morning. love you

…two: huh, i think i forgot how it feels to sleep without you. i couldn’t fall asleep yesterday, at all. did you, um, did you sleep well? or is it me just overreacting maybe

...three: why did you turn off your location, baby? you're acting suspicious again, and i'm scared. don’t think for a second i forgot about that last prank you pulled

...four: what are you up to today? any plans? make sure to eat before you go out, and text me when you have some time

...five: hi, so this is seungcheol. shut up dino, or i won’t give you the phone back. your boyfriend got a bit, eee, drunk, and he wanted to call you to tell you something. someone hold him back or else. the point is, he was too drunk to dial himself so i had to do it for him. dino come here, and say what you want to say. I LOVE YOUUUU

...six: shit, i was so drunk yesterday. i hope i didn’t say anything embarrassing. i’m sure the boys would stop me if i was about to make a fool out of myself, though (pause) yeah, they definitely wouldn’t stop me

...seven: i checked the weather back home, and it’s so cold. make sure to wear my coat that i left you sweetie, it’s the one that you like so much. if you need any hoodies or sweatshirts you can always borrow mine

...eight: saranghae nunbit

...nine: i never would've imagined a game of monopoly could be that intense

...ten: i miss you a lot, you know? i didn't want to tell you earlier, so you wouldn't think i'm clingy, but i really do miss you. do you think we can talk over face time? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight

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[unpretty]

please imagine these bullet points as a series of posts made over the course of a semester in 2015, copied from the tumblr tag i made specifically to bitch about my econ/business government and society professor:

lmao econ prof arguing against the fda

we are also supposed to subscribe to the wall street journal for this class ahahaha like hell

I spoke up about this godawful climate change article and about how literally every fact I tried to check was wrong, he tried to argue that wasn’t the point of the article but it totally was

“Does anyone watch Fox News” this class in a nutshell

the professor in the class i hate is talking about how jesus would love capitalism because it has lifted so many people out of poverty

he’s complaining about progressive income tax lmao god i hate this class

LET THE FREE MARKET DECIDE unless the free market makes an anti-corporate decision, then consumers have been misinformed and the activists responsible should be ashamed of themselves

I hope everyone’s ready for Shitty Class Liveblogging because now he’s claiming that gas prices will never go back up and gas will always be cheap from now on and also peak oil is a lie

Now he’s talking about the story of Jonah and the whale as relates to this article he saw in the Wall Street Journal. Across the class, I see a girl squint into the middle distance and mouth the word, “what.”

“is it okay to fire a pizza delivery person who doesn’t want to drive to a bad neighborhood”

this is the literal worst and most bullshit explanation of utilitarianism I have ever experienced oh my god. for the purposes of this class we are supposed to ignore ‘for the greatest number’ as an aspect of utilitarianism. just. completely altering the basic foundation of utilitarianism as an idea. apparently the free market didn’t like the actual definition so they changed it.

THIS PROFESSOR IS PRO-ENRON I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING RIGHT NOW THIS IS A REAL THING #FREE MARKET IT WAS LEGAL FREE MARKET

“I don’t think we have very many people in the United States dying because they couldn’t afford medication” actual quote from this professor right now

lmao i’m in the class i hate, he’s complaining about net neutrality now

This just in: poor people are poor because they make bad decisions, the wealth gap can be eliminated by teaching poor people how to play the stock market. This is a real thing that he apparently gives presentations about. He gets paid to tell people this.

Shitty professor isn’t going to be there tomorrow but he wants us to come in anyway to listen to a lecture on CD. Not one of his, just generally. Like, a home learning thing he bought. We asked if he could just put it on Blackboard but he said he didn’t know how to put a CD on Blackboard.

lmao I fucking knew this was the great courses. this professor is off at a conference telling people to teach the poor to trade stocks and he’s just having us sit here listening to an audiobook course he paid for about philosophy.

shitty professor is arguing the necessity of child labor in third world countries because otherwise the children would starve and be prostitutes. yes those are definitely the only two options.

oh my god he just argued that the rich are a minority protected by the constitution

I was really embarrassed about getting a 67 out of 85 on this Business, Government, and Society test but then it turned out the class average was 40 and I got the highest grade in the class. My strategy of always picking the answer I find most morally reprehensible is going well for me.

Monopolies aren’t actually that bad! Also, unions are monopolies, which is bad. (i was the only one who got a lot of the essay questions right so I had to read them in class it was awful)

libertarian economist professor gets really emotional about animals and i think he just argued that if elephants were privately owned they wouldn’t be poached because no one poaches cows

It’s my last week in the class I hate before finals and I’m pretty sure he’s arguing that the Enron scandal happened because there was too much government regulation

oh my god he’s arguing that enron was trying to do california a favor by pointing out a flaw in their system (by exploiting it) h my god he’s not even addressing the fraud in their accounting this whole class has been leading up to his passionate defense of fucking enron

#original #he had nothing to do with the candy bar that was just a very funny punchline to my student loans

[ode2rin]

“you’re cheating.”

you accused firmly, your conviction unwavering. there was not even an ounce of doubt in your judgment. it seemed to be the only logical explanation for what was transpiring right before your eyes.

“i swear, baby, i am not,” reo pleaded, but you were having none of it. you clung to your accusation, refusing to back down.

there was simply no other way to interpret the situation.

unable to contain your incredulity any longer, you pointed directly at the perpetrator of your accusation— an unbelievably unfamiliar word that reo had placed on the scrabble board.

“phpht”, is he fucking serious? how were you supposed to even pronounce that?

scanning the jumble of letters on your own rack, you conceded defeat. “you’re cheating. i'm out,” you declared, playfully rising from your seat as if to emphasize your point.

reo stood up, facing you with protests laced with laughter, vehemently defending his outrageous choice of word. “i’m not cheating! i swear it's a real word. i'm not making it up!”

“who the hell comes up with that? phpht,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and arching an eyebrow. “and did i even pronounce it correctly?”

“google it, it’s a word.”

“sure it is,” you retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm. “i’m done with this game.”

reo sat and leaned back to his chair, seemingly unfazed by your antics. “may i remind you, love, that this was your idea?” he teased.

the worst idea, apparently. 

if you had known how insufferable your boyfriend could be when it came to board games, you would have scoured every genre available on netflix to find a movie you both could have enjoyed instead of suggesting this battle of wits that you were clearly losing.

“yeah, because i thought it would be fun,” you huffed, “but here you are, taking it so seriously as if we were in a competition for the title of best scrabble player of the year!”

reo let out a laugh at your outburst that turned into a boyish grin adorning his face, “what can i say, baby? i simply have a wide vocabulary,” he playfully boasted, clearly enjoying your annoyance. “besides, you’re into smart men. i like to remind you of that from time to time.” he even had the audacity to wink.

“show off.”

“only to you.”

“i’m still not playing this with you anymore,” you declared, rolling your eyes, yet unable to suppress the tugging smile forming on your lips.

“how about this one then?” reo proposed, placing another board game on the table, his eyes seeking your approval.

oh, hell no. 

approval is the last thing he is going to receive for his choice of game.

playing monopoly with a man who religiously checked the stock market every day at 7 am like clockwork? you weren't crazily in love enough to endure that (you are, just not tonight).

“and have you criticize every property purchase i make? nope, thank you very much.”

a mischievous grin once again danced on reo's lips. “you could just admit and tell me i'm good at everything, baby.”

“good at everything, you say?” you asked, a hint of teasing in your voice. “i’m pretty sure you suck at hiding your jealousy, especially when—”

“alright, let's play snakes & ladders instead,” reo interrupted, a playful surrender evident in his tone. “i’d even let you win.”

and sure enough, you both played snakes & ladders, in which you miraculously lost twice. perhaps luck had ceased favoring you after you earned yourself a boyfriend like reo. 

you couldn't bring yourself to complain about it, though. you were indeed lucky to have a man like him, even when he’s pulling up words unknown to anyone in a scrabble game.

note. just a silly drabble because i miss him and i'm having the biggest writer's block rn. also, i swear that's a word don't make me defend myself here╰（‵□′）╯

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[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon. 

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 902 

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy. 

_____

“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!” 

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door. 

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed. 

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse. 

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again. 

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt. 

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home. 

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest. 

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture. 

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left. 

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow. 

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been. 

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features. 

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled." 

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door." 

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you. 

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to. 

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax. 

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little. 

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest. 

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours. 

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon. 

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy. 

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark. 

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together. 

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep. 

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

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[lokisgoodgirl]

A Cunning Plan: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (5) Loki has been doing some heavy mulling. Something's brewing, and it isn't tea. Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Smut references. Mild angst. Humour. Pining. Ex-Loki. Satchelnanigans. Cunning plans. (w/c 4.7k) Recommended Folklore Track: The Lakes

The night before had passed with an unnerving air of normalcy.

Loki didn’t speak much, but you could feel the unmistakable weight of him absorbing everything as it unfolded around him. He maintained a quiet distance. Marinating a monologue, perhaps.

You had a feeling it would come to harvest, eventually.

Something hung in the air among the domestic clink of cutlery and quiet apologies as the men squeezed around each other in the cottage. The rabbits were stewed, and much to Steve’s reluctant admission– were delicious. Loki had even taken a substantial loss in Monopoly that evening with uncharacteristic good grace. He and Thor hadn’t even fought over the little dog. And then, he had turned in early. What had passed between you that day – the rescue, the kiss, the supermarket…

His silence, you came to realise, was a blessing. A gift. If one which was grudgingly given. You had heard the low creak of his footsteps above in the living room as Steve diligently packed each playing card away face down.

He’s putting the condoms on Steve’s pillow, you thought with a wry smile. The captain looked up, oblivious.

“What’s got you in high-cotton?” Steve had asked curiously.

“Nothing,” you’d lied, scooting closer to the fire.

When the three of you had traipsed upstairs in single file and bid goodnight – Loki’s door had been closed. But you had heard his low, self-satisfied chuckle through the wall as the captain’s exasperated protestations travelled.

You wondered if Loki could hear your chuckle too. You hoped he could. When the four of you next met the chilled dawn air with bundled scarves and thick gloves, the sun was shining. Crisp, brilliant blue skies made the shade of Loki’s dark halo pop against the increasingly auburn skyline. When you had returned from your lesson, fingers numb and cheeks pink from the morning’s foraging, Loki ambled at the back of the group as usual.

You watched from ahead, seeing Thor and Steve huddled together whispering. They had been twitchy all morning, secretive smiles and hurried glances punctuating otherwise unremarkable commentary about mushrooms.

Loki was ten paces behind, a small basket slung over his arm. He walked slowly, picking up each specimen from his haul and inspecting it like a jewel. Checking every one twice. The Barbour jacket rustled around his thighs, waxed material creasing thickly as he drifted up the steep hill with effortless grace.

And now, the coats were hung on their usual pegs, a chirp of ‘don’t get too comfortable’ from Rogers making the hour break until the afternoon session shorten immeasurably. You closed your eyes, leaning against the kitchen door-frame while a couple of hunks of firewood fit snug under your arm. “Can I get you anything?” Loki murmured from the kitchen sink. You hadn’t noticed him standing there, hands in his pockets. The green scarf still hung around his neck, askew from where he’d yanked it.

In the following silence, his eyes ran questioningly over your features; the ghost of his question haunting the air. Only you, “No, thanks.” you offered weakly, beginning to un-loop your scarf before thinking better of it. “It’s colder in here,” he noted, followed by a sad smile. It pinched his dimples, but didn’t reach his eyes. “Lo-” you started. He turned back to the window. Sighing, you shuffled into the living room where Steve and Thor stood shoulder to shoulder by the fireplace. The scratch of a pen on paper was crisp over their hushed voices. Something told you it wasn’t sharing notes for the orienteering course this afternoon. The captain gave a cautious glance over his shoulder, jumping and nudging his accomplice in the ribs.

Thor coughed, hand flying to his mouth. He turned just as the final scrunched rag of paper sucked between his lips.

He chewed, smiling. “Hurr-oh Agen’” he mouthed, oblivious to Steve’s adjacent frown. Swallowing with difficulty, he leant back against the fireplace with zero finesse. “I didn’t see you there.” “What are you two up to?” you asked warily, crossing the room and emptying the bundle of wood in your arms to the scuttle. Steve’s eyes darted to the ceiling, avoiding Thor’s grin which spread at alarming speed. You decided that under the circumstances, you didn’t want to know.

The markers you’d set up were supposed to take four hours to complete, but between intermittent downpours and Thor’s affinity for one-sided conversations with wildlife – it had taken six. The team had done well, and you had tried to let them make their own way as much as possible over steep inclines and thick forest.

Squabbling had inevitably ensued. By the time the beleaguered band piled back into the cottage, flopping on sofas and armchairs and the ancient, creaking recliner – all you wanted to do was sleep for the rest of the trip. “Why don’t we start a fire outside?” Steve announced loudly. You groaned. The sun’s last licks of light flooded through the window, illuminating the cottage lounge in an amber shroud. Loki’s forearm draped over his eyes, punctuating the sentiment with a bitter sigh of discontent. “Why must you always be doing something, Rogers?” he lamented.

To your surprise, Thor snapped up on the seat– eyes bright. “Yes! Yes! We can use the...the..” he and Steve pointed to each other dramatically.

“The groove technique!” they quipped in sync. You and Loki’s sceptical eyes met. His peered beneath a thick jumper sleeve; yours only visible above the worn blanket. For some reason, it smelled of him. “How’s this?” Loki postured slowly as he stretched his ridiculously long legs over the armrest. They dangled. “You two, go make us proud outside...and we will recuperate the energy necessary to deal with the result.”

This seemed to please everyone. Out the window, you enjoyed the unfolding show of the super soldier and the god arguing as they managed to whittle the tools required. “They forgot the moss,” you sighed to yourself, as dark smoke began to waft from the stick between Steve’s thighs. “Norns, the moss!” Thor boomed seconds later, panicked limbs flapping as he ran to the outshed.

To your side, the radio began to play soft jazz of its own accord. “I cannot summon the strength to get up. Don’t tell them,” Loki murmured. His arm was still draped over his eyes.

“It was only walking,” you cooed playfully, craning to see if there was the hint of a smile. There wasn’t. “Not that kind of tired,” he replied quietly, tapping the tip of his cheekbone with one curled finger. Biting your lip, you realised you hovered on the precipice of another early night for the god. And, you found, you didn’t want that at all. It was dark outside, now. “You’re allowed to use magic, you know” you said cheerfully, attempting to shift the mood as you snuggled deeper into the thin blanket. The once familiar scent of myrrh and smoked pine needles filled your nostrils. Really, it was uncanny how much this blanket smelled like-

Loki scoffed. “I suppose. It just feels wrong here, somehow. Like I’m sullying something.” You frowned, holding the ragged edge of the blanket out in front of your eyeline. “Loki, did you use this blanket?” His head tilted to the side, suspicious gaze peering beneath the curl of his fingers. “Yes.” was the strained response. “I draped myself in it when I slept down here the night that I...well-” You couldn’t help the giggle which escaped. In all the years you’d known him, Loki wouldn’t be caught dead using something so unconducive to utter pleasure. The very idea was absurd. Furs and pelts and material so soft it made your fingertips tingle when you touched it. Bedsheets so luxuriously sensual that the sensation of them against the back of your thighs was foreplay. The rooms you shared together had been no different, aside from the occasional cushion cover you’d managed to sneak in – inevitably met with distaste and eventual disappearance from the rotation.

Not even Stark’s voluminous fleece blankets during movie night had been acceptable, Loki always had his own magical stash, much to the envy of the others.

You would snuggle into his chest beneath the weight of it, cushioned at every angle with the heavenly material and his safe hands wrapped tightly beneath. They worked their way beneath your sweaters, each feather-light graze of his fingertip against your skin a promise of what was to come. You shivered. “Is that funny?” he frowned. Hurt bubbled behind his irises, frothing. You shook your head.

“I just wouldn’t have thought…” you said quietly, pursing your lips as the god’s stormy demeanour slipped once more beneath his hand.

The vintage clock on the wall ticked.

“I’m going to check on the guys” you muttered.

Even the bitter chill of darkness which waited outside the cottage door, you had a feeling, would be warmer than this.

Nudged by your encouragement, the sparks created by Steve and Thor had become a healthy blaze.

Flame and smoke twisted upwards to the endless starry night, a miraculous lack of cloud making deep-rooted constellations sparkle.

The three of you perched on a tree trunk the blonde god had heaved over from the edge of the forest. Your chin rested on Thor’s shoulder as you gazed up at the navy sky. After a time, the cottage door slammed. Slow, purposeful footsteps announced Loki’s delayed arrival crunching over the path. Their beat made your heart quicken, its thump soaking into Thor’s puffer jacket.

He walked in front of you all, warming his hands on the fire. They rubbed together, long fingers twisting and locking before he held them up, palms outward. How they glowed, that fair skin luminescent in the fire’s kiss. “Would you give us a moment?” he said.

You could feel the shift on either side of your body as Thor and Steve looked at each other over your head. “Please,” he added coldly, absorbed in the flames. It wasn’t a request. Thor’s jacket hissed as he shuffled from the log, unwinding his arm from your shoulders.

“Yes, well - I have some...business to attend to,” he rumbled – casting another glance at Rogers. Even under the glow of firelight, you were sure the captain was blushing. “Right,” Steve said as he slapped his hands on his thighs. “I’ve been meaning to change the batteries in the ol’...flashlight. They’ve been on the blinkeroo.” With an awkward frown at their efforts, you continued to stare at the back of Loki’s head.

His hair was half tucked into the emerald scarf, dark wisps of wild curl spilling over the curve of his collar. His silhouette was breath-taking; legs wide, triangular and imposing in the caress of flame. If he had any inkling of the captain and his brother’s disappearance into the night, he didn’t show it.

Seconds passed at a crawl.

Sparks jumped and burst from the fire, crackling outward before sinking into darkness. Loki turned, wordlessly seating himself beside you on the tree trunk. You took a moment to look at him. Really look at him. The god pressed each of his fingertips in turn while his gaze was transfixed on the fire. His pupils followed the twisting flames that danced and licked against the night. The shapes pulsed against his cheekbones, a stray thread of hair blowing gently against his jaw. “I’m glad I brought this scarf,” he said quietly, staring ahead. Your eyes fell to the material wound around his neck that had barely left it since you’d arrived. You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it again. “I am sorry that I did not appreciate it-” he swallowed lightly, eyes flickering quickly to yours before looking away, “-when you gave it to me.” You rested a hand on his shoulder, patting gently. Even through the thick wax jacket, and the knitted jumper beneath; you could feel every curve of the muscle you once knew so well. Words turned to nothing in your mind, and somehow – you didn’t need them.

You let the hand fall, looking back to the fire. “Have I ever told you of the cabin?” he murmured, curling the rogue strand behind his ear.

You shook your head. He released a wry chuckle. “No, I suspected as much. I had forgotten it myself until my brother reminded me.” His eyes met yours, alive for the first time since yesterday at the supermarket. They swam with starlight, reflected galaxies spiralling in the smouldering darkness. “My father, well...Odin- built the Asgardian Palace, you know” he mused, running his hands down his thighs with a sigh. “But before that, few people know of where he and my mother resided.”

His voice was gentle, a story-tell lilt replacing the superior twang you had come to associate with his tales of Asgard. This one felt different.

Fighting the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair and mount him, you dug your hands further into your pockets.

“There was a cabin on Midgard. In Tromsø, or what would become Tromsø. It could not be seen other than when the midnight sun shone down beneath two clouds of red, and only the water whispered of it as it travelled through the land. Spoken of in hushed tones around great halls and campfires such as this. Some claimed to have seen it.”

He paused, letting the fire crackle. “Perhaps, some did,” he added quietly. Loki looked up at the exact moment you realised you were staring at him, a dreamy smile spread across your features.

“Before they became what they are to everyone else, they were…” Loki paused, licking his lips. “Different. They hunted, they foraged, they cast magic and made beautiful things for this realm with their kin under the cover of folklore and dreamscapes. They fell in love with each other, with everything. Before they were gods.” “Before?” you gasped quietly. Loki nodded. “All things have a beginning” he murmured, looking back to the flames.

“After the wars, and the taking of Asgard – there was a necessity to leave the cabin-that-had-no-place. And when Thor and I were young, they took us back every Asgardian summer, letting us run in long grass and wear rags and be free on the fjords and hillsides. We had no airs or graces, we played with local children – even flirted a little when we were of that age.” He smiled mischievously. It faded. “But those were different times. A different person, perhaps.”

Loki paused, brows peaking as he stared at the fire. “Or perhaps not.”

You blinked several times, looking away. Flames twisted and blew together as one. “Father gave us these hunting knives when we were sixteen, in your years” he said, an outstretched palm holding the blade. “The summer before our ceremonial inaugurations.”

It glinted in the fire’s glow.

“Uten røtter gjenstår ingenting” you chanted, running the pads of your fingertips over the blade’s inscription.

“Without roots, nothing remains” Loki hummed. “Ironic, considering all it transpired my father covered up. But not entirely without its merit.”

Your brow scrunched, wondering if you should say what you were thinking. “Yes?” he whispered. “Why are you telling me this?” Loki’s eyes tracked down the skim of your cheekbone, falling to your lips before swinging to the crackling fire. He grabbed a stick from the ground, poking the base.

“If I was that boy, once” he said thoughtfully, “then perhaps, there is hope for me. It felt important that I tell you that.” He twirled the stick between his fingers, catching a rogue ember between his tips before it landed on your lap. “I had forgotten him,” he murmured, rubbing the ash between his thumb and index finger. “I liked him.”

You leant your head silently on Loki’s shoulder, feeling his spine soften into the touch. His temple pressed against your hair.

“The thought of you and Thor chatting up poor local Norwegian girls is sending me a bit, you know” you muttered playfully. Loki’s quiet laugh was brighter than the fire.

You stayed like that, flames crackling.

Suddenly something caught your eye to the side, random flashes of white light which flickered on and off about fifty paces to the right.

You frowned, squinting into the darkness. Steve?

The light flickered again. Only the round of the captain’s pert ass was visible behind the tree. You were about to notify Loki to the strange sight when the sky lit up, an almighty crack shaking the air. Instinctively Loki covered your body with his, pressing you down into his lap. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for impact or sirens or the cries of a thousand rallying foes.

The god’s chest lay flush against your back, his breathing heavy as your mouth panted open against his thigh. You turned your head instinctually towards his body, cheek meeting the titanic bulge in his worn jeans. He pressed down further, caging you pressed between his thick trunk and thick-

“NORNS, DID YOU SEE THAT?” The thunder of Thor’s boots sounded against the stone path.

Loki’s breath fanned you ear as he rose, the feeling of his weight leaving bringing you back to reality. Turning, you saw thick smoke billowing into the night sky from the cottage, white against black. Loki jumped to his feet, clenching and unclenching his fists as Thor drew closer. He raked a hand through his hair, observing the unexpected scene with incredulity. Steve appeared, sidestepping closer to the muster as he spoke. “Oh gee, a lightening strike-” he said with unconvincing surprise. “I guess it happens! Thank goodness no one was inside.” The only sound was the crick of Loki’s neck as he edged it one side to another. “Brother,” he growled menacingly.

Thor laughed. “I know what you infer, but I do not know the origin of every strike of lightening. That is preposterous!” His eyes darted to the side, before falling guiltily back to Loki. “Global warming.” he added confidently while Steve nodded sagely beside him. The captain looked down at the flashlight in his hand, hiding it quickly behind his back.

Suddenly your eyes widened. “I think it hit my room.” Before you knew it, you were sprinting towards the cottage with the cries of the three men behind you. Their squabbling was white noise as you threw open the door and barrelled up the stairs. Everything you could see was eerily calm. Undisturbed.

The door to your bedroom swung open beneath cautious fingers. Your breath hitched.

The ceiling was open to the sky, a choking arid smell dissipating in the air. Tiles and smouldering ivy lay scattered around the room’s edge.

Your clothes? Sparse personal effects? Bed? Gone. Ash.

There was an unnatural circular hole in the floor where the lightening had landed, showing the far corner of the living room below.

“My chair!” Thor wailed from downstairs.

His plea was clean and crisp through the gaping hole in the floor. You heard his knees hit the carpet, followed by another thump you could only assume was his forehead.

“My chair,” he whined, quieter this time. “Oh, well done.” came Loki’s scathing response.

“So not only have you decimated one bedroom, but the common room too” Loki muttered venomously, pacing a tight circle in the hall. The lounge window was blown open, shards of glass decorating the floor which held the smoking black outlines of the furniture. “Lightening hath struck the cottage brother,” Thor exclaimed on his knees with theatrical indignation. “Tis’ a natural phenomenon-” “-You’re a natural cretin.” Loki snapped.

“Alright boys let’s just take a beat,” Steve said. “We don’t know what happened here, but suffice to say we’ll deal with the consequences like gentleman.” Loki shook his head, a dry chuckle making his brother flinch.

“Don’t...don’t know what happened, Rogers?!” he quipped with feigned surprise. “Why! Let me just...try to use my magic to un-fuck this mess, shall I?” Thor smirked. Seidr glowed in Loki’s palms, spreading out to the living room. It sloshed upwards like water on a glass dome. “How odd, brother” Loki purred sarcastically. He didn’t even have to look at it. Thor swallowed as Steve’s brows rose. The dark god turned to the captain with a flourish of his wrist.

“My magic doesn’t work on another god’s mischief, you see” he said bluntly. “I suspect I would not be able to locate the whereabouts of your unmentionables, either. But I might start with the crisper if I were you. An old favourite of his.” Thor flushed pink. “Now see here, brother-”

He was cut off by your slow traipse down the stairs. You peeked into the living room; face falling as the three men huddled closer together out of your path. Loki’s mind was afizz. He watched despair cut across your features that not five minutes ago had been resting safely on his shoulder. The memory of that moment, Loki was sure, would sustain him through whatever farce his brother had in store.

“Where am I going to sleep?” you said weakly, looking at Steve. The captain’s lips formed a wide O, eyes vacant. Loki quickly calculated the options. “You can sleep in my room,” he said.

All eyes fell on him. “I will rest...somewhere else. In my brother’s bed as penance for his incredible stupidity.” "What's he got to do with this?" you asked, falling on deaf ears. “And where am I to bed?” Thor huffed. “In the car,” came Loki’s snap response. “Well actually uh-” Steve inhaled deeply, exhaling though his nose. “That won’t be possible. Thor and I need to stay in our assigned lodgings.” “What!?” “Our assigned lodgings.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“Yes, brother. Rogers and I have some important...business to discuss later.” Thor’s eyes flickered to Steve, who nodded. But he didn’t look happy about it. “Assigned lodgings.” he repeated. “I’ll just sleep in the bath,” you said with finality. Loki could tell the tension smothering the hallway was too much. Steve nodded once, clapping you on the shoulder. He gestured for Thor to go first up the stairs. He did, with a final shifty glance backwards.

Loki observed every single step up to the landing with infinite mistrust, hearing their door close with a soft click. Muttering ensued. “You are not sleeping in the bath, Agent. You’ll freeze to death” he spat, running an anxious hand through his hair as he kicked shards of glass from the lounge window further inside the room.

You groaned, resting your forehead against the door-frame. Loki straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. “Take my room.” he uttered, laden with ceremony. “I am a Prince of Asgard, I insist. My word is law. Obey me or face the consequences.” Your face titled towards him, your mouth twitching in a reluctant smile. Loki returned it. “I feel awful,” you whined, biting your lip.

How Loki wished you hadn’t bit your lip. Suddenly, your eyes lit. “Sleep in the room with me. This is dire straights and with those two being weirdos about it-” “-I couldn’t possibly.” he said quickly, catching what he thought might be disappointment in your eyes. The god’s feet shuffled on the floor, seconds ticking loudly. Even a blast of lightening couldn't destroy vintage clocks, apparently.

“On the floor...perhaps.” Loki said. “You could conjure a nice blanket?” you probed. “Some fancy pillows? A treat. No shitty blankets.” Loki nodded, hoping it looked reluctant. Despite it being a terrible idea, excitement twisted in his stomach. “You go ahead,” he said softly. “I’ll be right up.”

He savoured the shape of them on his tongue. It had been a long time, Loki thought wistfully as he watched you go, since he’d said those words.

You flicked the light on, before turning it off again.

Best to just go to sleep, and then...it will be morning. No chatting. Next door, in Thor and Steve’s room, a floorboard creaked.

You looked around the small space, bigger than yours. But the layout was roughly the same, Loki’s single bed slightly off-centre, near to the wall. A small wardrobe sat sadly in the corner, his collection of outdoor-wear hanging neatly. It was hard to place the feeling bubbling in your chest.

Nerves. Anticipation? You hadn’t been this nervous since the night you and Loki had first had sex. You smiled, remembering how the knowledge that lingerie sat snug beneath your casual clothes made you wish the night away before you finally fell into his bed. It had been the best night of your life. Until that point, anyway. We’re not having sex, you chided silently as you quickly pulled off your clothes and left them in a pile by the bed. We’re not.

But for a second, you couldn’t remember why.

Naked, you suddenly recalled that your nightdress was ash next door.

Fuck, you thought; before hearing the low creak of Loki’s ascent up the stairs. You briefly considered displaying yourself nude and draped over the bedpost with your legs spread. But you decided your ego couldn't take that kind of knock right now - not when a kiss had been too far. You darted to the wardrobe, grabbing something and shoving it over your head before leaping to the bed. Fighting the folds of his tightly packed blankets, you shimmied between the thin sheets. He knocked gently, twice. “Come in,” you said casually.

The sound of low gasps and girlish whispers echoed from next door. Or maybe it was the wind. Loki’s hand appeared on the doorknob, pushing at arm’s length. Tentatively, his face came into view, averting his gaze to the door jam. The sight made you want to scream.

“Are you decent?” he murmured formally. At your confirmation, his gaze found you on the bed, knees curled to your chest and one of his t-shirts hanging loose around your body. Casual. Totally casual. “Ah, I’m glad you found something suitable,” he said gingerly as he made his way quietly to the window and pulled the curtains.

A plump comforter unfurled from green light on the floor, one silken pillow at its top. Magic rolled over his body, revealing the pyjama bottoms he’d been wearing all week. The ones that clung to his ass, shifting like water as he moved.

You swallowed.

“This is all I have in the closet, I’m afraid” he murmured half-apologetically as he patted his heart.

His eye twitched, fighting a wink.

Deep valleys of his stomach muscle clenched as he breathed, the V of his hips carved and beautiful above the hem of the loose trousers. The bulge of his cock shifted in moonlight as he dropped to his haunches, arranging the pillow. You cleared your throat, straightening your legs. “It’s fine, thank you for...this.” He offered a curt nod as he quickly arranged himself beneath the blanket. Rolling onto your side, your fingers slid up your temple through your hair. "You think that Thor made lightening hit the cottage?" "Yes." Your nose wrinkled. "Why would he do that?" Loki snorted derisively as he fluffed his luxurious pillow. Goose down, from the sound of it. "He's trying to be mischievous," he said gruffly. "It doesn't suit him." You rolled back on the bed with a squeak, mind working.

“Goodnight,” Loki whispered in the darkness. The salutation seemed unfinished, somehow.

What felt like hours passed.

The god's breathing was steady, but he shifted every so often with a breathy moan you were sure was intentional. You curled deeper on your side, facing away from him. It was freezing, the usual chill of the cottage not helped by the gaping hole in the roof next door no doubt. Was he facing away from you too? You decided to indulge yourself, rolling over beneath a rustle of bedsheets. Loki lay on his side, facing towards the bed. Dark curls were strewn over his forehead, one hand under the pillow while the other rested by his stomach. The blanket was pushed down to his waist, moonlight illuminating the shadowed carvings of his body. “Can’t sleep?” he purred groggily.

You closed your eyes quickly. “I’m cold, that’s all.” you said, hoping your voice didn’t betray the thundering of your sex. Just being in the same room, half-clothed, sleeping – the evidence of your desire for him slid uncomfortably between your thighs. “How rude, I should have given you my blanket-” There was silence, as Loki considered his words. “Do you want this blanket?” he asked quietly. You put all your mortal strength into making your teeth chatter. “N-n-n-no, you’ve already given me your b-b-bed-” “-You know, you’re making this very difficult for me, Agent” Loki chided from the floor. “The only other option is my-” he paused, making your heart stop. “Body heat” he finished.

“Both?” you whispered, half-hoping he wouldn’t hear it.

It hung between you. You opened one eye, catching the glimpse of his milk-slick silhouette rising silently, cast against the moonlight. The blanket hung from one fist, fingers clenching and unclenching. “Heat,” Loki mumbled quietly.

You wondered if he knew he’d done it.

He paced once, stopping at the bed’s edge. Your eyes met, the set of his jaw only softened by lightly parted lips. Lust burned in dark pupils, the energy making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Curls fell around his shoulders, the natural scent of his crotch lingering tantalisingly in the air above your nose. God, how you missed that. You shuffled over in the single mattress, realising at once that it would be a very tight fit. He cast a glance to the foot of the bed, and back again.

“Perhaps my brother is still awake, I should make my lodgings there,” he murmured regretfully. Your eyes widened. “But-” “Wait here,” he said firmly.

On his way to the door, he turned and threw the blanket to rest with a flourish over the bed. No sooner had his fingers wrapped around the doorknob and pulled, Thor’s voice came through the wall. Muffled, but unmistakable. ‘Good gods, Rogers...don’t stop,” the voice groaned. “Where did you learn to do that with your argh-f-fingers?’ ‘The army,’ came the abrupt response.

There was another fetid moan. Loki released the door-handle like hot coal while you covered your mouth with your hands. The god hung his head, tendrils of dark hair clouding his expression from view. “Alright...” he breathed stoically to himself before turning to the bed.

Each pace was measured as he drew closer, every creak of the floorboards making you ache for him with every fibre of your being.

“You are cold,” he said slowly, penitently, as his knuckles sank into the mattress.

One knee followed suit.

He tilted his head, biting his lip as his brows knitted with some unsaid thought.

“I can help with that, at least,” he murmured to the darkness.

Continued in Darkest Night, Brightest Day

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[silliestbillyinsillytown]

whiny!stephen glass x fem reader

warnings; sexual content, needy stephen, no clear sub/dom dynamics, nipple play, creampie, size!kink if u squint, hickeys, slightly subby stephen, teasing, overstimulation,

”hey y/n? if i invited you over and all we did was okay monopoly would you come?” he spoke in your doorway right after getting up to leave your office, he was just asking you to check up on his work before he submitted it. “oh, um i would really like that stephen.” you flashed him a shy smile before quickly looking back at your papers scattered across your desk, trying not to make eye contact for too long, you were scared he would notice how hard you were trying to keep your voice steady. stephen was always such a sweet guy. he made you very a little nervous, the way you could ever so slightly feel his warm breath against your neck when he peered over at your computer, or the way he was constantly complimenting you and praising you for your ‘captivating’ writing, or the way he stared a little too hard at you during meetings.

“well.. are you free tonight?” he spoke staring at his notepad, unintentionally mirroring you. you wondered for a short second if you made him nervous too.. “oh yeah, i am actually.” “great wanna come over maybe around 6? oh that’s around dinner time isn’t it.. i could make dinner for us as well?” he spoke in an shy tone, like he had thought out every word down to the syllable. “oh yeah that would be great steve!” “i was thinking i’d maybe make creamy pesto pasta, or um if you don’t like pasta i could make something else! anything you want..” oh god he’d really fucked up this time he knows it! you probably hate pasta that was such a stu-“no no, i would love pasta.” your sweet tone melted away his worried instantly, leaving a warm feeling behind in his chest.

i could hardly wait for work to end today, although i felt i could probably keel over and die from how nervous i was. i felt like a teenager again waiting for my first date with a cute boy i had a crush on. i spent all the couple hours i had before going to stephens taking my time getting ready, showering, reapplying my makeup, straightening my hair, picking out an outfit. usually i pass out as soon as i get home from work, getting some much needed rest but i was wide awake with anticipation today.

i walked up the steps to stephens door, taking a deep breath to attempt to calm myself down, it worked, kind of.. i wrang the doorbell and stephen answered very quickly, i smiled at the thought of him waiting like a puppy by the window waiting for my car to pull in.

“hey y/n! come on in!” he said stepping out of the way for you to come inside, the smell hit you as soon as he opened the door, an amazing smell, enough to make you starved instantly. “stephen that smells amazing.” “oh yeah the foods nearly ready, i really hope you like it it’s my moms recipe.” he spoke leading you into the kitchen.

your nervousness had melted away after dinner with stephen. he was just so perfect, he was so intently listening to every word you said, it felt like you had an endless amount of things to talk about when you were with stephen, endless laughs. you just loved seeing his wide smile and the way his eyes scrunched up while he looked you at you, just a simple smile was enough to make you squirm. he was just so gorgeous.

he led you into his well furnished living room. family photos, candles, his endless amount of books, his home had such a safe aura that really reminded you of your childhood home. he pulled out monopoly from under his coffee table, you shuddered a bit as his hand brush led against your thigh as he sat up. you really felt embarrassed at the warm feeling something so small and unnoticed gave you. “i wanna be the little shoe!” you yelled as soon as you saw it, picking it up immediately. “geez, okay.” he laughed at your reaction. god you were so beautiful he couldn’t help thinking as he stared a little too long at your face, your shiny hair that just smelled so good, your gorgeous eyes and lips, and he could see the tinniest but of clevage in your shirt but trust me it was enough to make him feel something.

you noticed his staring after a second and it instantly embarrassed you, had you done something stupid? did you have food on ur face??

he leaned in before you could even process it, lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger before planting a soft kiss against your lips. you thought your head might actually explode, barely processing what had happened before he pulled away. “i’m really sorry i just did that without thinking oh god you can leave if you want i didn’t-“ before he could finish you pulled him back in for another kiss, instantly silencing him, warmth spread through your whole body making you feel a light headed. he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck, lightly slipped his tongue into your mouth begging to taste you as he pulled you flush against his chest, he could feel your tits pressed up against him and he groaned ever so slightly into your mouth at the feeling of his dick throbbing in his pants begging to feel you around him.

your kisses became more intense and passionate gripping his soft hair in your manicured fingers. he started to lean back onto you trapping you between his body and the couch, gently reaching his hand up to rest on your waist. heat pulsed from your core all the way through your body as you felt his bulge press against your stomach, you broke the kiss for only a moment when you started to lift up your shirt discarding it on the ground, leaving you in only your skirt and bra. he reconnected the kiss before starting to run his hand over your stomach and up up up until he reached your boob, gently pulling the fabric down just enough for your breast to pop out.

he broke the kiss again as he started peppering kisses down your neck before he finally reached you exposed breast, gently sucking and kissing at your nipple before tugging the other side of your bra down. “fuck stephen.” you whimper gasping as he nips at your other nipple. “oh i’m sorry i’m sorry did i hurt you?!” he spoke instantly pulling his mouth away from your chest with a guilty look in his face. “no baby.. it felt good” you smiled at his reaction, he sighed in relief before attaching himself back onto your chest, instead focusing on peppering your tits and collarbone with hickeys. he loved seeing you all marked up.. something about it made his dick throb, just knowing he was the one to leave them on your perfect skin.

“could i please touch you? please?” he nearly begged (as if you would ever refuse him) as he started to run his hand down your stomach nearing the waistband of your skirt, toying with the little bow right below your belly button. “of course stephen..” you smiled at the dazed look in his eyes. he kissed you again as he gently slipped his hand into your skirt.. then into your panties. you whimper into his mouth as he brushes a finger against your clit, barely touching it. heat pulsed through your whole body as your felt your tummy flutter, dizzy and fucked out as you started to beg into his mouth for more clawing at his clothed back with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. stephen thought he could actually be dreaming at this point, you were just so so perfect, absolutely made for him in every way. he could cum in his pants just by hearing your small whimpers and the way you beg for him to touch you and the way you writhe underneath his broad body.

“please stephen stop teasing me.. just touch me” he replayed your words in his head as he gave in, slipping a finger down to feel just how wet you are. fucking soaked. slipping his finger into his mouth as he stood up and ripped your panties off, discarding them on the floor just as he had done for the rest of your clothes. he was tired of waiting, he needed to taste you right. now.

as he sat between your legs before he spoke, “can i taste you princess? please” “yeah.. i need it stephen” you said mindlessly, you weren’t lying either, you thought you might cry if he didn’t touch you already. he gently began kissing and sucking marks all over your thighs before wrapping his arms around you thighs to keep you still. he licked a stripe up your pussy, before planting a kiss right on your clit. “fuck stephen!” you moaned out as he started to lick and suck your sensitive clit, rubbing his finger against your tight entrance. he started to rub against the couch trying to seek any relief, he was so hard it hurt. he moaned into your pussy as he continued his assault on your clit gently pushing a finger into your hole. “stephen please stop teasing me i need you.. please.” you begged as you dug your nails into his scalp, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. he didn’t mean to tease you he just loved hearing you beg.. he knows you needed it so he gave it to you, even if he would like to hear you beg all night.

he pushed his finger all the way into your cunt, continuing to suck and kiss your clit. god they were just so much bigger then your own fingers, curling his finger upwards to his that spot that makes you cry out, and oh it did. you couldn’t keep yourself quiet as he added another finger, as soon as he did that you knew you wouldn’t last long, the hand in his hair had become a death grip, unable to hold back your loud moans you felt that familiar feeling come back to you quickly. “stephen.. i’m gonna come” you said in a pained voice as tears welled in your eyes. “oh fuck oh fuck!” your body began to writhe as he continued to pump his fingers in and out quickly, making sure you ride out your orgasm. or at least you thought.. but even as you stilled and the overwhelming pleasure went away it was quickly replaced with pain as he continued even as you had finished your orgasm, “stephen stop it hurts.” you whimpered out, but no. he wouldn’t. he needed you to cum again. “please just one more.. you can do that for me can’t you?” he spoke into your pussy quickly before returning the same pace as before, holding you down as you writhe.

but the pain was slowly dissolved as the pleasure returned, your moans had turned into whimpers and cries as you felt yourself getting close again, fucking music to his ears. ”i’m gonna cum again stephen” you said in a quiet tone just above a whisper, barely able to make any noise other then a whimper. “cmon sweetheart you can do it” he mumbled into your pussy as your second orgasm took over your whole body, all you could think about was the pleasure in between your legs and him.

he licked up your release from his fingers, savouring the taste of *you* on his tongue. he returned above you, placing a deep kiss on your lips as you still recover from your intense orgasm panting and shaking trying to catch your breath. “please stephen i want you inside me” you begged as he smiled against your lips, his painful erection still evident in his pants. “are you sure sweetheart? you still seem like you need some time to recover” he asked in a genuine voice, you can’t get over how sweet this man was in front of you, where has he been all your life? you had never had a man eat you out so well, give you such a mind numbing orgasm. but stephen was a ladies man, always so focused on your happiness, and pleasure.

“please stephen.. i need it” you said as you began unbuttoning his shirt working your was down down down, revealing his skinny and broad frame, and his cute little happy trail that went down to his.. there’s no need to imagine it anymore, you finally get to see it, touch it, feel it, have it. you slipped his shirt off his shoulders, planting kisses on his collarbone and chest, running your tongue over his nipple lightly, stephen sucked in a harsh breath at this a dazed expression on his gorgeous face. their sensitive i’ll remember that. you thought to yourself before making you way down, you undid his belt, then the button on his pants. bulge so evident in his loose pants, the size surprised you just from looking at it through his clothes, he stopped you and pulled his pants down leaving him in just his boxers before sitting back between your legs, you could hardly breath from anticipation.

he rested both your legs to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to finally remove your small pleated skirt. he soaked in the beautiful sight of your fully naked body, from the expression on his face you would’ve thought he was looking at a beautiful piece of art in a museum, you felt slightly embarrassed by his staring but you resisted your urge to cover up. “your so so beautiful. every part of you if just perfect.” he said shyly, you can’t believe he would still avoid eye contact even after giving you the best head of your life but he couldn’t help it.. you made him nervous and he was always so unsure of himself, scared of saying the wrong thing and making you hate him forever.

he started to pull his boxers down feeling bad that he wasn’t fully naked yet, you heart dropped as you saw it.. you’d never ever guess a shy guy like stephen to be so big, it was maybe 7.5 inches? and so so thick. he bashfully stroked it once before returning above you to plant more kisses on your lips and neck, your head was spinning feeling it press against your thigh. it twitched slightly as it touched your leg, he whimpered like a girl feeling his dick pulse. “could i please?” he said this in such a whiny voice, how could you refuse him?

“of course baby go ahead.” you said reaching your hands to touch his stomach as he eased the tip in. a look of pain covered his face, his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth slightly agape. he slides in inch by inch, groaning as he works his way in. the sting sets in immediately, it’s been a while since you’ve had sex, and you’ve never had anyone as big as him.. “fuck your so big stephen” you cry as you claw at his arms that are rested comfortably on the curve of your waist. “i’m so sorry baby i know it hurts, do you want me to stop?” he strokes your hair as he stills inside you waiting for your response. “no no please i just.. take it slow okay?” he nods as he continues to ease in. the look of pain returns to his face as he tried to keep going slow, resisting the urge to push ur legs up to ur ears and fuck you senseless.

he looked so gorgeous like this, his adams apple bobbing slightly and he swallowed. “your so beautiful steve.” you think aloud and a look of surprise then a boyish smile covered his face looking down at where your bodies meet, he’s beautiful? there’s no way you really though that.. no, you were the beautiful one.

“really?” stephen said a bit above a whisper, hardly heard over small pants as he continued to work his way in and out of you. “of course sweet boy.” he whimpered at this small comment his head falling down to the crook of your neck, hands finding a spot to rest along the curves of your body. he continues to thrust into you, taking his time to feel you.

“fuck..-princess” he groaned out speeding up slightly, unable to hold back any longer. digging his fingernails into the dip in your waist, forcefully holding you still. planting open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving gentle bites all over your chest. he rested his hand right down on top of your stomach pushing down slightly. “do you fucking feel that? can you feel me in your stomach?” his dirty talk stung your ears, such an unfamiliar sound coming from stephens mouth.

but oh fuck. yeah you could. whimpers and words of encouragement keep spilling from your mouth, you can’t help but clench around him every single time he moves inside you. “your such a good boy for me, aren’t you steve?” your are babbling at this point, slurring your words, do fucked out you can barely think. but that’s okay, because when your with stephen you don’t have to think. he’ll take care of you.

“yeah-fuck.. y/n” he almost sounds like he’s crying when he says this, fingers finding your clit as he starts going faster, pushing your legs over his shoulders as he pounds you. your legs begin to shake as you hold onto him desperately, that warm ache returning back to your stomach. “steve.-fuck im gonna cum” you cried out into his ear. “can i please please cum inside you princess? please you’ll let me right?” he perks right up as soon as he hears you say this, looking you right in the eyes while he begs.

“i..yeah steve yeah go ahead..” his whimpers turn into cries at this point, his thrusts become sloppy and random, but that feeling in your stomach only becomes stronger, gradually building to your climax.

you can’t help but shake and hold onto steve desperately, legs and arms desperately wrapping around him, needing him as humanly close as possible. you wished you could just merge into one being right now. stephen continues to whimper and cry into your neck as he finally came, a warm feeling floods your inside. feeling so full and content.

a/n: kinda hate this wow.. i haven’t written anything in a long time so i’m sorry if this is bad LOLLL but i hope you enjoyed regardless. lemme know what else you would like to see for stephen glass or any other of hayden christensens characters!

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

requests: “remus on a first date with shy reader?” and “maybe Remus lupin with a plus size reader? just if you’re comfy with it of course! thanks!”

fluffy 🐈 first date

pairing: Remus x reader

tags / description: shy! reader, plus size! reader, anxious! reader, reader insecurities, but these in a somewhat toned down way; sweet and fluffy; first date, first kiss; not proofread, sorry!

word count: 1.9k

Why couldn’t he have asked you out during winter?

You’re standing in front of the mirror, finishing fixing your hair for your date, but you can’t help but keep glancing down. Your arms are bare; your top is loose, but somehow your sides manage to look chubby anyway. 

But it was so bloody hot out. You were not going to put yourself through a miserable time just to cover yourself up. Besides, you’d known Remus a while, had mutual friends. He knew what you looked like. And he’d asked you out anyway. 

At least, you think he had. You’d been sure in the moment, but afterward, when you started overthinking (and panicking), you’d begun having doubts this was a date. He’d asked you to “hang out” on Saturday, but he had clarified that he meant just the two of you. You’d been too shy to ask any further questions.

You try to exhale the negative thoughts away, and right as you go to check the time, you hear a knock at your door. Your stomach drops — whether in nerves or excitement, you’re not sure. When you open it, Remus’s brilliant smile intensifies the feeling. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back. You step out of your place but trip on the threshold. Remus quickly catches you, one of his arms snaking around your middle.

“You okay?” he chuckles gently. His hand lingers on your side even after you’re steady, and the self-consciousness butterflies war with the lovestruck ones.

You’re mortified at how quickly you’d managed to be awkward. Your cheeks burn, and you wish desperately you could hit a reset button like you did the many times you imagined this scenario in your head.

“‘M fine. Sorry,” you smile shyly, unable to look him in the eyes.

“’S alright.” He sounds kind, at ease. “You ready?”

You nod and follow him outside. As soon as the hot sun hits you, you’re grateful for your outfit. There’d been too many other times you’d endured the heat instead, and you’re glad with your progress of loving and taking care of yourself as you are. Without thinking, you smile at yourself at the thought. You’re startled by Remus’s chuckle next to you. His eyes on you burn more than the summer weather.

“What?” you manage.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, smiling all the while, “that smile was just adorable is all. I’d love to know what’s going on in your head to make you smile like that.”

Ironically, this completely erases your smile. You know it’s impossible, know he’s trying to be sweet; but even still, the embarrassment is overwhelming. 

“What?” You hear the new tension in his voice. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no, sorry, I - I just,” you wince at your awkwardness, “I’m just being stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” Gently, playfully, he bumps your shoulder with his. “You’re great.”

“Thanks,” you respond, but you sound sarcastic. “You are,” he repeats. 

You’re tense but smiling when you ask, “So where are we going?” “It’s a surprise,” he chuckles. “It’s kind of weird. But I saw it and thought of you. Not that you’re weird! I mean, you’re weird in a special way. I mean, I think it’ll be fun. For you. For me as well! Just getting to hang out with you is fun for me, obviously,” he rambles quickly, cringing at the end.

There it is again: “hang out.” What did that mean?

At your silence, he goes on, “Fuck, sorry, I’m just a bit nervous, you know?” He laughs mirthlessly. “You’re nervous?” you reply before you can think about it. “Why would you be nervous? I’m the one who should be freaking out. And am, by the way.”

“Oh, and you have a monopoly on first date nerves, do you?” he shoots back playfully.

“So this is a date?”  Again, it’s out of your mouth before you really realize what you’re saying, and when you do, you’re terrified you’ve asked. His eyes wide, his hand messing with his hair, he replies, “Of course.” Then after a beat, “I mean, I thought it was. If you want it to be, that is…”

“I do!” Too loud. Shit. “I do,” much softer.

“It’s a date then,” he concludes, smiling. You nod. 

Your walking together eases your nerves as you go. Something about the motion, the not having to look at him directly, brings you solace. You’re already worrying about how that’ll change when you reach your destination, but you try to push that away and enjoy the easy chat along the way. 

You love talking to Remus… which is saying a lot. People make you nervous. And Remus isn’t just people. He’s smart, kind, funny, attentive, unreasonably attractive people. But something about the way he listens assuages your anxiety rather than exacerbates it. He makes you feel heard and seen. But never in a way that makes you feel judged. And you love hearing what he has to say in return. Conversation with Remus could be so many things: fun, thought-provoking, surprising, comforting… but never upsetting.

He turns off the high street into a cute side street and stops in front of a surprising establishment. It’s a café. A cat café. 

He looks nervous as he watches for your reaction. Maybe he can’t read it, because he starts another nervous ramble: “We can go somewhere else if you’re not into it. I just thought, well, you know, I know you like cats. And coffee. And not so much talking to people. So, if you got nervous, you could just pet the cats or something. I don’t know. Maybe it was stupid, I just —” 

“I love it,” you interrupt. “You do?” The relief plasters itself across his face. 

“I love it,” you repeat, laughing now. “You’re right. About all that. Everything you just said. And you’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met for thinking it.” Your warm smile comes easily now, and the adoring one he gives you in return makes you shyly look away.

He grabs your hand and walks in.

The place is shockingly cosy yet spacious. And crawling with cats. A friendly black cat rubs itself against your leg, and you can’t think of a possibly better first date.

The seats are ridiculously comfortable, and only a couple of minutes in, an adorable ragdoll sitting near you lets you coax him into your lap. He’s incredibly soft, and his purring makes you feel at ease. 

Remus smiles at you, watching you pet the cat, never demanding more attention, but always easily continuing the conversation. He tells you stories, listens to yours, asks you questions, and all the while giggles at the cats’ antics and cuteness. 

He stops petting the cat lounging next to him to take a sip of his tea, and she scolds him, rubbing her head aggressively on his leg. Remus laughs and obliges, and the responding purrs warm your heart.

“She likes you,” you say. “Yeah,” he smiles, petting her. “Not as much as that one likes you,” he chuckles, nodding toward your lap, where your new friend had fallen asleep snuggling you. “He’s got good taste.” 

You give a sincere but strained smile, and not knowing what to say, go to drink some coffee. Your nerves distracting you, you clumsily knock over the cup, spilling some on the cat by Remus. Startled, it hisses and jumps across Remus to get to the ground, scratching him in her hurry across.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You reach over to try and help somehow, but there’s not much you can do, and your hands just dance around him awkwardly. “I’m sorry; I’m so, so sorry,” you keep chanting. 

“It’s fine, really.” “Oh my god,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, it’s fine; it’s okay,” Remus reassures you, and you feel his hands come to yours. 

He brings your hands away from your face and holds them in his, his thumb running back and forth on your skin. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal,” he tries to calm you. You want to believe him, but you feel horrible, and another look at the freshly bloody scratch on his arm makes you wince. He sees you looking at it, and releasing one of your hands, he brings his up to your chin, raising it so your eyes meet his. “I’m fine, lovely. It’s just a scratch,” he smiles. “I don’t think it’ll even leave a scar,” he looks down at it. “But, hey, if it does, I don’t even mind. I’ll love to have a reminder of our first date,” he laughs. 

“Yeah, of how I ruined it all,” you retort sadly. “Ugh, it’s not surprising, of course I did,” you look away despite his hand gently holding your chin. “It’s only surprising you wanted it to be a date in the first place.” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he shushes you gently. “Please stop.” You do, but keep looking down, feeling on the verge of tears. “Hey, look at me, love. Please.” You manage it. “Of course I wanted to be a date. How could I not? Don’t you realize by now I love spending time with you?” “You love spending time with all your friends.” As your insecurities surface, the tears finally do as well. 

“You’re not like all my friends. Actually, you’re not like any of my friends.”

“Yeah, I’m not as cool and outgoing,” you sniffle. And in the softest whisper, you add, “or as pretty. Maybe if I finally lost some weight…”

“You’re breaking my heart here, lovely,” he says, scooting close to you. “You’re so beautiful.” When you try to look away, he gently guides your face back, caressing you and repeating, “So fucking beautiful. And fun and funny. Witty and wicked smart. You don’t have to be outgoing to be those things. Being loud is overrated,” he jokes. “Your quiet is electric. You save the words for the good stuff. And you’re much more expressive than you think,” he chuckles. “It’s subtle, but it’s there. If you look. And I can’t help but look. Fuck, it’s enthralling. You’re enthralling.” A smile, a caress. He squeezes your hand. “So can you please stop being so mean to my favourite person?” he chuckles, moving closer, his eyes piercing yours. You give the slightest nod, and he wipes your tears away, smiling warmly. 

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” 

His hand lingers on your face even after all your tears are gone. You see his Adam’s apple bob and feel his hand get a bit fidgety in yours. His eyes quickly shoot across your face. They linger on your lips but return to your eyes as he moves closer. You smile at him and move the tiniest bit toward him as well. He smiles back, and you can feel his tension begin to ease at your warmth. It completely melts away when his lips meet yours. Remus tastes slightly of tea when he deepens the kiss. He’s a warmth and comfort you’ve never felt before, and you want to be enveloped in him forever. 

Your forever is cut quite short by the cat from earlier bounding back into his lap, startling you apart. She rubs her head against him, and you both laugh as you pet her. 

Remus’s eyes are cheerful as he’s looking down at her, but when he looks up at you, they fill with a striking brightness and adoration. If eyes that stunning could look at you like that, maybe you could see the beauty they beheld too.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"You dunno a goddamn thing bout it," he spat at you angrily, pacing across the cracked and uneven wood floor. You half expected his boot to go straight through a board the way he was stomping around. "You and me ain't the fuckin' same! 'M sure ya had a nice white bread and white picket fence life before everythin' went to shit. Hell, I can tell ya did just by lookin' at ya!" He flicked his fingers in your direction and then stalked back to the dingy window.

You'd had enough of his bullshit for one day. "Yeah, you're so fucking special, Daryl! So unknowable—the only one who has a fucking monopoly on misery! You think I don't know anything about you? Well, you don't know shit about me," you barked back. "And reality check, Dixon—anybody who is still alive out here knows fucking suffering and misery. And regardless of what you think, I knew it from before too. So do us both a favor, and shut the fuck up about who you think I am. Maybe you'll finally figure it out for real if you pay attention. We're stuck here together for a while and at this point silence seems like the best policy."

You'd said it to the back of his broad shoulders as he stood at the window and turned away to sink down on the grungy couch that was practically decomposing into the floor. Daryl fucking Dixon. God, what an infuriating hot-head... and even as you thought it, you wondered if that was true why you cared what he thought about you at all.

You didn't see the way he'd hazarded a covert glance over his shoulder at you, regret painted on his face.

Prompt: "You and I aren't the same."

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[simplyholl]

Truth or Dare (featuring Bucky)

Written by @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat

Summary: With a killer on the loose at your college, what else is there to do but party with the hottest guys on campus?

Pairing: Frat Boy Loki x Frat Boy Bucky × F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Cream pie. Threesome. Spanking.

Whore-O-Ween Spooktacular Masterlist

“Whatcha reading?” Flinching, you had to contain your yelp as you spun around to meet Bucky, who was leaning over your shoulder looking at your laptop. “The latest on the campus killer.” You answer, your anxiety dissipating at the sight of him.

“Campus killer?” He snorted. “A couple girls go missing and they say there’s a killer on the loose.” “Buck, have some respect. They found another body yesterday.” “Sorry, doll.” He apologized. “I just think it’s a bit excessive to have everybody worried like this, maybe these are isolated incidents.” He suggests. “What if it’s not? What if I’m next? Would you start taking this seriously then?” You argue.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.” He smiled, that same smile that always melted your heart. “Are you going to protect me?” You teased, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “A girl like you don’t need protecting.” He smirked, his hand finding your cheek as he looked down at you. You leaned into his touch, your cheek feeling warm from the contact.

You and Bucky were great friends, but deep down you wanted your friendship to exceed platonic touches and glances. You had kissed a few times, but you both always blamed it on the alcohol. “Hey” Loki interrupted, approaching you both as Bucky let go of you.

“What are you up to?” “I’m just telling this one she has nothing to be afraid of.” Bucky answered. “What are you reading?” Loki asked you, skimming over the article on your laptop. “It’s about what we know so far about the campus killer.” You answer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Care to enlighten me?” Loki prompted. “He seems to only target girls and apparently he’s got a devil tattoo on his hip bone.” You replied. “Who worked that out?” Loki laughed. “One of his victims who survived, Crazy Maddie. She said he was wearing a mask and he was shirtless when he grabbed her. She fought back and his pants were low after the struggle, so she saw it.” “Crazy Maddie?” They both chuckle. “Yeah. I know she says a lot of wild things, but this one is true, I think. She seemed pretty shaken up about it.” You explained.

“I wouldn’t believe her.” Bucky shrugged. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Loki asked you, changing the subject. “At a time like this? No!” You shook your head. “How about we bring the party to you?” Bucky suggests. “Yeah?” You prompt him to continue. “We could bring some beers, maybe watch a film, play a game?” He suggests.

“I’m down.” You agree, Loki does the same. “Great, we will swing by around seven?” “Perfect.” You grin, your gaze lingering on Bucky’s as he mirrors your smile.

You get ready for the night, spraying your favorite perfume, the one Bucky complimented last time. You can only hope that he will kiss you again. You’d even take a kiss from your other friend, Loki. They were both insanely attractive, not to mention popular. Top athletes and the most sought after guys in their fraternity. It was hard to get them alone at parties. They always had the hottest sorority girl’s’ attention.

You wore a low cut tank top that made your breasts look amazing. You flip your hair one last time, deciding you’re ready. You check your phone, it’s 7:05. You hear a knock at your door. Bucky and Loki come in carrying pizza and beers. You sit in the floor enjoying your meal and watching A Nightmare On Elm Street. When the film is over, Bucky says he wants to play a game. You go to the closet pulling out monopoly.

“This is all I have.” You tell them. “No, darling. We were thinking of a different game. How about Truth or Dare?” Loki suggests. “Sure.” You agree, but you are a little nervous, hoping they don’t ask anything too revealing. After a few more beers, the game gets interesting. “Truth or Dare?” Loki asks you. “Truth.” You choose, waiting for his question. He and Bucky share a look before he turns back to you. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about one of us?”

You try not to choke on your beer. “Yes, I have.” You admit, looking away from them. “Which one?” Bucky asks you. “Um, both of you.” You tell him, looking between them. Loki grins knowingly. The boys take their turns next, admitting they have thought about you like that too. You’re next and you pick dare.

“I dare you to let him suck your tits.” Loki gives you the task and the alcohol takes away any embarrassment. You pull your tank top off, pulling the cups of your bra down, revealing your perky chest. Loki watches as Bucky lowers his head, taking a hardened nipple between his lips. You moan as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He releases you, and you pull your bra back up. When it’s your turn again you choose dare, hoping to get another task like that.

“I dare you to suck his dick.” Bucky tells you. You look at Loki, who is already unzipping his pants. You sink to your knees, taking him deep. You hollow your cheeks, moaning around him. You feel your hair being removed from your neck, and you look up to find Bucky gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. “Oh Fuck!” Loki gasps, watching the two of you.

You pull him most of the way out of your mouth, closing your lips around the tip. You swirl your tongue around him before taking him all the way back again. Loki grips your chin in his hand, pulling your face up toward him. “Go get on the bed.” You do as your told, heading toward your bedroom. You strip your clothes as you go. This night couldn’t get any better.

“Such a good girl for us. Look Loki, she’s already naked.” Bucky sits on the edge of the bed. “C’mere doll, bend over my legs.” You lay down across Bucky’s lap with your ass exposed. He dips two fingers inside you. “She’s so wet already.” He tells Loki. Loki walks over, rubbing the curve of your cheek appreciatively. You cry out when Loki’s hand meets your ass with a slap. You clench around Bucky’s fingers.

“She likes that. Don’t you, baby?” Bucky coos. Loki’s hand comes down again, this time Bucky lazily rubs your clit. Your arousal drips down your thighs. “You look so beautiful with my handprint on you.” Loki observes.

“She’s so close.” Bucky tells him. When Loki’s hand hits your cheek once again, Bucky curls his fingers, simultaneously swirling the pad of his thumb against your clit. You fall apart while riding his hand. “Truth or dare, doll?” Bucky asks as you come down from your high, your body still aching to be touched by them.

“Dare.” You rush out, your pussy throbbing. “I dare you to let us fuck you.” Wordlessly, you obey, nodding your head furiously as Bucky and Loki share a smirk. You turn your back toward them, Bucky crawls behind you. You feel him running his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as you try to push yourself back against him.

Coming in front of you, Loki frees his length, stroking it with his hand before circling your lips with it. You open your mouth, taking him inside as he strokes your cheek. You hollow your cheeks around his cock while Bucky pushes inside you, groaning as your walls grip him.

Your hand replaces Loki’s as you massage the base of his cock whilst flicking your tongue against the tip. Bucky pulls out of you completely before thrusting inside of you again, setting a steady pace as you moan around Loki’s cock.

The vibrations make him close his eyes as he wills himself to not cum so soon. “Such a pretty little slut for us.” Bucky sniggers, one of his hands tightly gripping your waist whilst his balls slap against your clit. You could feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass as he fucked you, increasing his speed.

Bucky cums inside you with a grunt. Your breathing slows as he pulls out of you. “Stay on your hands and knees.” Loki commands. You assume the position while Loki lays under you, face near your pelvis, your breasts brushing his stomach. Bucky slides under you, the opposite way, placing an arm around your leg as he lays between them. You look to see Loki’s long tresses mix with Bucky’s as they settle in. “What are you doing?” You question, caught off guard when Loki’s lips seal around your clit. Bucky’s tongue glides through your folds.

“Mmm, we taste so good together, baby.” Bucky praises. Your legs shake as their mouths work you. “You gotta try this, Loke.” They switch positions and you know this is the craziest thing you’ll ever experience. Loki fucks you with his tongue, while Bucky sucks your clit, his unrelenting tongue flicking you simultaneously.

“Tastes so good.” Loki confirms. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter. They’ve ruined you for anyone else. When they crawl out from underneath you, you’re pleasantly surprised to see them share a kiss, tongues brushing against each other. Your clit throbs, needy for more.

“My turn.” Loki says, turning to you as you stay bent over in front of him. Unlike Bucky, there was nothing teasing about Loki’s movements. The fact that you were so wet helped as Loki thrust himself inside you, bottoming out with a grunt as you fell forward slightly.

Bucky makes his way in front of you, his thick cock in his hand. Lifting one of your hands up, you try and tug down Bucky’s jeans but he slaps your hand away, before kneeling at the end of the bed and kneading your breasts. Your moans grow louder as he takes one of them into his mouth whilst Loki continues fucking you from behind.

“Let me suck your cock.” You pant, looking up at Bucky. Standing back up, Bucky grips his hard length, guiding it to your mouth as you open it. Your tongue swirls around the tip as Bucky closes his eyes, head rolling to the side as you pleasure him.

You moan against him, sending vibrations down his shaft as Loki increases his pace. “Fuck!” You exclaim before being silenced by Bucky’s cock again. Looking up at him, you notice his eyes are closed. Lifting your hand again, you begin tugging down his jeans. Only for your eyes to widen in shock and terror as you see the devil tattoo on his hip bone.

Too clouded by pleasure, Bucky doesn’t notice what you have done. Trying to stop your lip from trembling, you release him with a pop, before telling Loki to stop. He stops, worried as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I just feel a little - I” You stutter, terrified by your realization. “What?” Bucky prompts you to continue as you grab a shirt, holding it over your exposed chest. You step back toward Loki who had gotten off the bed. “What, baby?” Bucky smiles, stepping toward you. “Loki, he- he’s the” You begin, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Killer” Loki whispers in your ear knowingly. “She saw the tattoo.” Loki tells Bucky. “Loki!” You gasp, shocked. “You knew?” “Knew? Darling, I helped.” He grins wickedly. You look between them, horrified. “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you, Y/N.” Bucky tells you. “Yes, you have nothing to worry about.” Loki strokes your cheek reassuringly. “You fuck too good.” Bucky smirks as Loki kisses your cheek.

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[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

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[matan4il]

To the Nonnie who sent me the four anti-Israel Twitter users with blue checks, with claims to being "journalists" or similar titles... You're very right. I looked into them, and they are Assad apologists. They're literally ignoring the murder of hundreds of thousands of people by Assad's regime, including countless Palestinians who were living in Syria, while supposedly being against genocide and for Palestinians.

I didn't see something about Andrew Tate, but I didn't dig too far back, and I do believe that women who can post the following would side with a man charged with rape and human trafficking:

IDK if they're being quoted here, on Tumblr? If they are, I haven't seen that. At least not since Oct 7.

I guess the bigger issue is that when people on Tumblr see a post meant to trigger righteous rage, they don't check the source. Especially if they think they already know who the side in the wrong is, based on popular Tumblr opinion. So people automatically reblog and help spread these hateful, antisemitic massacre apologists.

Then again, the whole world is reporting Hamas' numbers on how many people have died in Gaza, how many of them were civilians, how many kids... Don't get me wrong, many people died in Gaza, and when Hamas uses civilians as human shields, many of the victims would be civilians indeed, kids included. But:

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of fatalities

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of civilians killed

Hamas is motivated to inflate the number of kids killed

And of course Hamas doesn't allow into Gaza any organization that can verify its stated numbers. Hamas has a complete monopoly on access to the areas affected in Gaza, and therefore on the "truth" that you get from there

Hamas has not reported a single terrorists from among the victims, they're all reported together, as if they're all civilians

Over 10% of rockets fired from Gaza at Israel are known to fail, fall inside Gaza and kill Palestinians, but Hamas doesn't report how many of the fatalities were people killed by Palestinian rockets, they're all reported together as if they were all killed by Israel

Terror tunnels built by Hamas have been well documented (there are reportedly over 1,300 such tunnels in Gaza), some sink holes that killed Palestinians are clearly the result of Hamas deliberately building those tunnels under civilian residential areas, but Hamas won't report its culpability for those deaths

There's new footage emerging from Gaza, showing people who tried to evacuate from the north, and who had been slaughtered by Hamas. You can be sure that these fatalities aren't being reported by Hamas either, so the world will be led to believe that these people were killed by Israel, too

(I'm not sharing the footage, because... it's graphic. And just like the Israelis murdered by Hamas deserve their dignity, so do the Palestinians killed by Hamas, but here you can listen to a subtitled conversation, where a Gazan says Hamas is shooting people who are trying to evacuate)

While we're on the subject of Hamas and its lack of reliability, today Hamas used a humanitarian window provided by the IDF to attack. Please remember this when Israelis point out that Hamas has broken every ceasefire ever. Including the one that existed on Oct 6.

If respectable journalists were more vocal about questioning Hamas and the numbers it reports (not to mentions their breakdown), then maybe people online would be a bit more critical, too.

I hope you're taking care of yourself, and you're not drowning in the biased material of these hate driven people! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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[footballffbarbiex]

player: Rúben Dias words: 2.8k type: angst

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every model's bed for something greater

Everything you were learning about Rúben is completely against your will and though you’re trying to not let it get under your skin and bury deep into your muscles, you still feel any and all nuggets of information grating against your nerves. So it doesn’t surprise you when your best friend opens her mouth and says “he’s been spotted with another model.” but it does feel like salt is being rubbed onto those nerves too. 

“Of course he has,” it comes out a little more bitterly than you’d intended and so you swallow some wine instead to stop yourself from saying anything else that you might regret. 

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what she looks like.” she continues, observing you over the rim of her own glass before she takes a small drink herself. 

It’s started to become a running joke for the two of you. You weren’t good enough for Rúben but he was happy to date every woman that remotely resembles you after you. It was a kick in the teeth each time you were faced with another photo of him and his latest beau and a mere mention of someone new feels like a slap. 

“Kurt wants to know if you’ll come to dinner on Wednesday.” She changes the subject, knowing that this is a sore spot but it was better that she told you now than being sent it by someone else who believes they’re doing you a favour while not being considerate of your feelings at all. 

“No.” You say a little too quickly. 

Kurt was one of Rúben’s best friends and if he was hosting a dinner party, then your ex would be there too. You felt suffocated at the best of times merely seeing his name via google or instagram, let alone being made to share the same four walls and a table with the man. 

Ex feels too strongly of a word considering you’d barely got past the dating stage. Rúben refused to put a label on the two of you and while you weren’t usually one for wanting them, you did try to ask him where you stood in the situationship. Especially because you were catching feelings, fast and hard and the idea of him not wanting to commit to you pained you more than it scared you. Ultimately, Rúben ended the … situation due to ‘commitment issues’, but had no issues with finding the ability to do so with other people. 

“He was invited initially but according to their match fixtures, they have an away Champions League game.” She comments, drumming her fingers on the side of the glass in a beat that you almost recognise. 

“I applaud your extensive research before coming to me with Kurt’s invitation.” 

“I knew you’d back out almost immediately otherwise -”

“And I did.” 

She hums in agreement. 

“At least consider it? I’d love to see you there anyway.” 

_

You’ve checked and checked and checked again more times than you wanted to admit that Rúben absolutely was out of the country ready for the game tomorrow. With no updates regarding rotations or suspensions from previous games, you’d found it “safe” to leave the comfort of your home and make your way to Kurt’s. 

Having Rúben end the relationship had meant that he’d won the monopoly of the friends that you’d made being in his circle, and one of them that you had joint custody over was Kurt. Caring, funny and incredibly supportive, Kurt was everything in a person that you wish you’d found in a friend years previously. Nights at his were never boring and he was the one person you truly felt you could be around and trust not to bring up him in conversation. 

By the time he’d opened the front door, you could smell a light warming scent drifting from one of the hallway candles which was quickly swallowed up as you approached the kitchen. If you were peckish upon arrival, then as dinner was being plated up half an hour later, you were famished. Your bestie was still due to arrive thanks to being stuck in traffic both on the way home from work and also after leaving the house. Other mutual friends who you were familiar enough with to interact with but not enough to really talk to are here too. 

Bottles of wine and water are on the table along with small baskets of bread and butter which are snatched up by those sitting around you. Several people are still due to arrive, so the amount of empty spaces isn’t bothering you too much, though you do reserve the one next to you for her. 

You’re cutting open a bread roll after smushing the butter into a spreadable consistency when your phone beeps and a i’m 5 mins away x text comes through and not for the first time this evening, you sigh a sigh of relief. 

-

You’re in the middle of the main course and half a glass of wine down as your bestie is telling you the latest drama from her office when voices in the hallway gets your attention and the voice that once made your stomach flip is now the reason for it dropping. Your head snaps to the head of the table at the opposite end to you and your eyes meet Kurt’s as the voice continues to speak with someone else. 

What is he doing here? You mouth a little too aggressively as panic begins to swirl in your stomach. Her fingers touch your arm to try and silently calm you but the more you think about it, the more you feed the dread. 

He isn’t supposed to be, is mouthed aggressively back. At least he’s met your energy. 

“It’s good to see you again,” comes his voice as he finally steps into the room. “Sorry I’m late.” He says as he finally addresses the room. 

The empty space opposite and one seat over now feels as though it’s mocking you. Though it’s not dressed for someone to sit in, you feel as though you should have known this was coming. 

“I’ll get you a plate.” Kurt is on his feet faster than you’d have liked him to be but you understand he cannot treat Rúben with disrespect purely because of you nor would you want him to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze as he passes and it’s only in that moment where you feel just how tense your muscles are.

You can hear your breathing coming out in shaky exhales but rather than looking around the table to see what other dinner guests are thinking. You don’t want to look up at the man who you’d held out your heart to. Sure, you’ve seen Rúben around, but not in such an intimate capacity like this. You’ve never had to sit opposite him and felt as though you’ve had to exchange pleasantries. You could, of course, ask to switch seats but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to you. 

When you lift your cutlery to begin to eat again, you note that your hands are shaking. You’d rather take a drink but now he’s here, you want as much of a clear mind as you can possibly have. He clouds your judgement far more than any alcohol ever could and he’s stayed in your system longer than any drugs ever would. 

Plate to mouth. Mouth to plate. Plate to mouth. You continue until you can’t think anymore.You ignore the sound of a chair being moved and pushed back under, a plateful of food being put down and cutlery clinking together. Talk still flows around the table but it sounds as though you’re listening from under water. Even now with impaired sound, it’s clear it’s become very strained since he came in. 

Questions are aimed in his direction and though you try to close off your hearing, you can still hear his replies. If he’s as worried as you are about this meeting, he’s not showing it. 

“Do you want this?” You ask your friend, gesturing to the glass. 

“Don’t you want it? What’s wrong with it?” 

“No, I don’t want it. I want something else.”

“I’m going for one,” James, who sits on the other side of you, says quietly. “I can get one for you too?” 

“That’d be great.” You give a small nod and try to give a smile, though you realise in this moment it appears pained. 

James was a good man, and someone who you could depend on for a light but long chat. He played the small talk game and he played it well. It wasn’t ever anything much but he gave you good reprieve when you needed it.

It’s not until he’s left the table and in turn, the room, that you remember there’s spare glasses and pitches of water with ice. Not wanting to seem rude, you leave him to get your drink, and busy yourself in pouring a cold glass of water. He returns as you’re taking tentative sips. 

“Mmm,” you hum to him to acknowledge that you’ve seen him as he takes his place back at your side while you finish your sips and place the water back on the table and turn to get the drink that Jamie offers you and give a little sniff.

“You remembered.” Small movements swirl the liquid around, ensuring that it’s fully mixed but before you can place it on the table next to the water, you hear 

“Might have remembered her drink but you’ve given an extra ice cube.” Your hand freezes as you listen. 

“Sorry?” Jamie says. He’s not sorry, it’s more of a chance for Rúben to retract his sentence. 

“She prefers two ice cubes not three. You’ve watered down her drink.” 

The statement seems to hang in the air between the three of you and when you finally look up, Rúben is looking right at you. 

“Thanks Jamie,” your smile is still pained but you give it anyway before taking a quick drink, followed by a deeper one seconds later. “I need some air.” you say quietly to no-one and everyone all at the same time. 

Kurt doesn’t fight to keep you at the table and instead, you notice the apologetic expression on his face as you all but flee the room and don’t stop until you’re pulling open the door that leads to the garden and step out. You gulp in the air as you close your eyes and try to clear your head. 

Everything had been so good up until then. You’d managed to keep your head down and was fully prepared to not only be civil with him but so sickly sweet he’d need an emergency trip to the dentist. 

“Fuck him,” you hiss, letting out some of your frustration under your breath. “Fuck. Him.” You repeat and follow it with a long groan. 

“I deserve that.” He says it so quickly, you barely have time to register that he’s said it at all, never mind the fact that he’s snuck up on you. Your heart pounds against your chest with such force, you can’t believe that he’s unable to hear it himself. 

“You have some nerve coming out here to me.”

“With you.” he corrects. 

You almost scoff at him as you turn to look at him properly for the first time since he arrived. “To me.” you stand your ground. “You decided a long time ago that you’d never step out with me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What was that back there, Rúben? Seriously. “You watered down her drink.” you impersonate him. “You have no right to correct people on my details when you had no intention of sticking around.”

“So I can’t help?”

“I didn’t need your help. It was a drink. One that he’s made many times before and I’ve never felt the need to correct him before.”

“I just thought if he was making you one, he should make it how you like it.”

“You saw it as an unnecessary dick measuring competition.” You stare him down until he finally looks away. He doesn’t deny it and you knew he wouldn’t. Knew he couldn’t. 

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” Rúben tries a different tactic. 

“That’s the only reason I’m here because I didn’t think you would be.”

“The highs and lows of football.” He clicks his tongue and points to his thigh. “Felt something in my hamstring. Coach didn’t want to risk it.”

“Shouldn’t you be explaining this to your girlfriend and not me?” You hate that it slips out before you can stop it but you register the look on his face anyway. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Maybe not yet anyway,” you mutter it under your breath and try to push past him but he blocks your way. 

“What does that mean?”

“You weren’t ready for a relationship with me but you’re dating the closest possible thing you could find to what you really wanted but were too scared to go for.” And there it is. Months and months of conversations you’ve had with yourself as you’ve lay in bed and gone over everything that happened between you when you’ve had one too many drinks. All the rational, and irrational thinking had led to this moment. Finally putting out your theories to the one person who would either debunk or confirm them. 

You watch as he swallows hard and looks away, focusing his attention on almost anything but you. “You still can’t admit that you wanted me more than you let on, can you?”

“What difference would it make to hear it after all this time?” There’s almost a sadness in Rúben’s voice as he realises that it’s now or never to finally get to the bottom of it all. 

“Because I know I’m right about us.”

“So it’s about winning then for you,” he doesn’t word it as a question, it feels more of an accusation.

“No. It’s about needing to hear for the first time that what we had was real after months and years of you pretending that it wasn’t.”

“I never pretended.” He tries to justify his actions. “I never said that it didn’t feel real. That it was real.”

“I deserve to know that the only reason why we couldn’t have it all was because you were scared.”

His chest rises and falls as he breathes deeply, the muscle in his cheek twitches as he tries to think about what he needs to say. 

“I need to know why they were good enough but I wasn’t. Why date women who look like they could be me if you didn’t want me?” Your voice cracks and you hate that your eyes well up, hot tears now pearling at your lash line, threatening to spill over. You could kick yourself for allowing your emotions to get the better of you. 

“You were always good enough. Always. You knew that I wasn’t capable of giving you what you needed at the start. But I wanted to. I could see the life we could have had and I got inside my own head that I couldn’t live up to the version of me that you wanted. That you needed and that you deserved.”

“I’d have taken any version of you Rúben.”

“I know. And I didn’t want you to have one that wasn’t worth it at the time.”

“You hurt me.”

Three words that he’d known all this time, that he’d told himself enough times that he thought if he ever heard it from her, he’d be desensitised to it. But right here and now, he’s not. Hearing it slices into him in a way he couldn’t have predicted. 

“I know.”

“I wish that I could get over you.” you say as the tear spills in a hot streak down your cheek and drips from your chin. Another follows and another until you’re forced to wipe them away. 

“And I’m selfish enough to not want you to.”

“You’re doing a great job in trying to get me to move on though. Tell me. Where is she? At home waiting for you? Or did she have prior arrangements so she couldn’t come with you tonight?” 

“She’s probably at home. Her home.” He clarifies. “Turns out the reality of me is different to the fantasy. You’ll know about that better than anyone.”

“The reality was my fantasy. The only time you ever let me down was when you left me.”

“And if I wanted a chance to make it up to you? Would you let me?”

“I don’t know if I can trust myself to let you back in.”

“I deserve that,” he gives as much of a strained smile that you’d given earlier this evening. 

“This has emotionally drained me. I can’t do this tonight. I can’t. ”

“Turning up wasn’t my greatest plan, I’ll admit.”

“No. It wasn’t. But Rúben? I’d give you baby steps to try. Just not tonight.” 

#Rúben Dias one shot #Rúben Dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #Rúben Dias blulrb #Rúben Dias drabble #football imagine #football one shot #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #football blurb #football fanfiction #football fanfic #football drabble

[loveinhawkins]

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When they reach his house, the first thing Dustin does is switch the shower on until the water runs hot, because Steve started shivering on the drive over, and Eddie kept glancing over at him in deep concern whenever he gave a more intense shudder, his wet clothes sticking to the back of his seat.

After agreeing to stay over, Steve had slipped into an eerie kind of calm, drifting upstairs to his room to get some dry clothes, doubling back for his toothbrush with a self-directed sigh of exasperation.

He’s quiet as Dustin shows him the shower dial, and even though he nods and smiles, at least, his eyes always land just to the left of Dustin, not quite looking at him.

Dustin tries not to let it sting.

He just blasts a hairdryer in his room to warm himself up, hasn’t got as drenched by the rain as Steve did.

He’s heading to the living room when he hears voices—

“…long has it been like this?”

—and stops.

“I—I don’t. Not. Not all the time.”

“So long enough then. What, are we talking weeks? Months?”

There’s a horrible silence.

“Oh, Steve. Fuck, man, don’t say it’s been years.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Eddie’s voice wavers when he asks, “On your own?”, like he’s fighting tears. That’s just his way, Dustin thinks. Heart on his sleeve.

“Well. Yeah.”

Steve’s words are clipped, as if he’s irritated, but Dustin gets the feeling that it’s more Steve forcibly trying to stop anything more from spilling out.

“Eddie. Come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Eddie laughs, shattered at the edges. “Can’t control my face, Harrington, ‘fraid I can’t help you there.”

“I mean it, it’s not like—it’s not been that bad all the fucking time, you know? Just. Lately, it’s. Got worse.”

Dustin silently presses his back against the wall and sinks down to the floor. A part of him feels embarrassed that he’s eavesdropping like a little kid, but he can’t help it. If he reveals himself now, he has the sudden fear that Steve will stop talking for a long while.

Eddie breathes in. Out. “In what way?”

“Like. Nightmares and stuff.”

“So walk me through it?”

“Eddie…”

“What? Didn’t know I had the monopoly on sharing fucked up dreams.”

“It’s… I don’t remember all of them. Just… just the feeling when I wake up, it’s…” Dustin hears Steve take a shaky breath, muffled like his hand is briefly covering his mouth. “It’s spreading.”

“…Spreading?”

“I can’t stop it anymore.” Suddenly it’s as if Eddie’s simple prompting has made something inside Steve snap; he’s really talking now, rapid-fire, like he’s running out of time. “I wake up, and I can’t—I just know that I’ve… I’ve fucked up somehow. That I’ve… I’ve lost. Someone. Everyone. Feels like the fucking walls are closing in. It’s—it’s when I’m awake, too. I can’t stop thinking—a-and it’s not even Upside Down shit, not all the time. It’s… Robin was late to work once, and something told me that she—she was dead, and I…”

A creak of someone sitting down on the couch. The soft rustle of fabric. Dustin doesn’t need to see to know that Steve and Eddie are sitting next to one another—that from the fragile way Steve exhales, Eddie is hugging him.

“Christ, Steve. That’s… no-one can just—just deal with that alone, okay? That shit’s poison.”

Steve laughs brokenly. “I can’t just—what else am I supposed to—Eddie, it’s everywhere, it’s—I wake up and I check every fucking car wreck on the news, ‘cause I just—I just have this awful feeling that. That the kids, they’ve…”

Dustin thinks of Steve jokingly scolding them whenever they’re late for him to pick them up, his routine call of, “Hey, shitheads! Seatbelts on or you’re walking.” He feels sick.

“But last night, it…” Eddie sounds tentative. “It was worse?”

“Just… nightmare. Upside Down.”

But the return of the clipped tone to Steve’s voice betrays that there’s more to it.

“Steve.”

It’s kind of amazing, Dustin thinks, how just by saying Steve’s name, it somehow sounds like Eddie is saying, Please tell me and I’m here—and probably more.

“I’ve…” Steve inhales sharply. “I’ve never dreamt that you—that you made it before. You’re always… I’m always too late, and you’re dying, or you’re already dead, but…”

Eddie sounds a bit shaky, too. “But?”

“Not last night. I thought—I fucking thought it was better, it was all quiet, and there were dead bats on the ground, and I was at your trailer, and you were opening the door, you’d made it, and… And then you. You said.”

“Okay, take a breath—”

“You said, ‘One got in.’ That’s all you kept saying one got in, and I was fucking shaking you, trying to help you snap out of it, and… Then I saw what you meant. That. That Dustin.”

“Oh God.”

“It had sliced through his neck. Eddie, he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t stop bleeding.”

“All right. Hey, I’ve got you, just—”

“And then I woke up. And I… I thought. And when I-I went to check—”

“The phone wouldn’t work.”

“Yeah. Think I lost it, a bit.” A deep, weary sigh. “Embarrassing.”

“It’s not. Steve, I fucking promise you that it’s not.”

“Then I… I don’t know. Think I threw up, maybe twice. Drove until I. Until I couldn’t.”

Another creak. Eddie getting off the couch. Footsteps. Running water.

“Here. You’re probably dehydrated to hell.”

Slow sips.

“Hey, Steve. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For telling me.”

A silence goes on for long enough that Dustin feels he wouldn’t be intruding, if he entered. But he waits. Just in case.

There’s a little miaow by his feet. Tews, blinking slowly up at him.

Dustin gently nudges him towards the living room until he obligingly trots inside.

The reaction is instant.

“Baby,” Eddie says reverently, and Dustin nearly laughs because oh, that’s right; they’ve not met before.

Steve chuckles, makes a soft, encouraging clicking noise. “Hey, bud.”

Dustin stands up. His mom told him once that cats can sense when someone’s in pain, even if they’re silent about it.

When he enters the living room, Tews is curled up in Steve’s lap, purring loudly. Eddie’s got one arm flung across the couch, resting just behind Steve’s head; with his other hand, he’s scratching Tews—the favoured spot, right under the chin.

Steve looks like he might—not sleep, not exactly, but that he might doze off a little.

Dustin doesn’t bother being that quiet, remembers one time when they’d all taken over Steve’s couches, watching movies, and he’d made fun of Steve for his eyelids drooping within the first thirty minutes.

“Can’t help it, dude. When you little shits talk, it’s like white noise,” Steve had said—which at the time, he’d made it sound like an insult, but now Dustin can see that there’s some truth in it.

He lifts a take-out menu off the fridge, folds it into an aeroplane and throws it at Eddie’s chest.

“I’m starving.”

Steve sinks a little more into the couch. His head tips back slightly, and then Eddie’s fingers are lightly skimming through Steve’s hair.

Eddie laughs quietly, takes the menu and says, all hushed and theatrical, “Why, boy, you’re naught but skin and bone!”

Then he smiles, and his head tilts just a bit in acknowledgement—like he knows Dustin had given them the time alone.

#this keeps growing woops. probably 5 parts then 😅 will put on ao3 most likely once it’s all done. new chapter of you know what next ❤️ #steddie with dustin’s pov #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #dustin henderson fic #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #henderfam

[goldenseresinretriever]

You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 12

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, arguing, dead parents, mentions of major character death, fluff, angst, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Aaaaa I’m so sorry it’s been almost a month since the last update! 😭😭😭 Time and life got away from me as well as me taking a short hiatus from the series due to personal reasons. I’m so glad to be back! I missed these two so much!!!

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Today officially marks eight years. Eight years since your mother’s heart attack. It’s Thanksgiving and everyone’s supposed to be meeting at Mav and Penny’s in a few hours. You squirm in front of the mirror as you consider your reflection. You don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, not anymore. You haven’t in seven years. Mickey has pointed out that no one would blame you for taking a rain check but you knew you can’t for several reasons. You’re already closer with the Dogfighters than you ever had been with any of your previous teams and you knew your absence would be notable. And then there’s the whole issue of Bradley. You have a boyfriend now. The two of you had made things official almost two weeks ago and it’s your first holiday as a couple. Not to mention that Thanksgiving dinner is being held at Mav’s and that will be hard for Bradley, especially given the circumstances that occurred the last time he visited. The morning after you’d spent your first night over at Bradley’s apartment, he’d told you about the disastrous dinner or lack thereof while making the two of you breakfast.

You smile to yourself as you remember sitting on his kitchen island while he moved around the space, sure and confident as he dished up two omelets. Your eyes roamed his muscles as they flexed while he beat the eggs and then again as he flipped the omelets in the pan in a way you’ve never been able to figure out. Every time you try to make an omelet you try to flip it too early and end up settling for what quickly becomes loaded scrambled eggs. Since that night, neither of you has discussed your brazen decision to spend the night, not to mention that Bradley had come home to find you asleep in his bed. All you know is that you woke up in arms and it was enough of a confirmation that he wanted you there as badly as you wanted to be there. Admittedly there hasn’t been much time to talk things through. The boys have been busy with games leading up to the Thanksgiving holiday. Thankfully, due to the NFL having a monopoly on Thanksgiving Day game coverage, the boys have the day off. You secretly wish they didn’t so you could let work consume your thoughts instead of having to sit with them but you know the boys have been looking forward to the day off, even if they have to get right back to it tomorrow.

You scrutinize your reflection again and once again you’re unable to see anyone but your mother staring back at you and you feel your fingers begin to tremble as you reach up to tug on the ends of your hair in frustration. Tears blur your eyes and offer so some reprieve from the image in front of you and then you’re moving before you can stop yourself.

***

Twenty minutes later you’re sending a panicked text to Mickey begging him to come over and then you’re sitting with your head in your hands in the toilet when he lets himself in with his emergency key.

“Dios mio,” he gasps as he takes in the sight of you.

“Is it that bad?” You whine, unable to look at him. He crosses the barroom and gently reaches out to run a finger over your much shorter hair. What used to tumble over your shoulders is now not much longer than your chin.

“It could be worse.” He says tentatively. “You could have shaved your head.”

“Mickey!” You snap, eyes wide with fear as he regards the damage you’ve wreaked. “Can you fix it?” You hate how weak your voice sounds as you gaze up at him with damp, red-rimmed eyes. He nods and you feel the tension run out of your shoulders as they slump in relief.

Mickey sets you up in a dining chair in front of your bathroom mirror and you get a good look at the damage you’ve done. Your hair is a lot shorter but at least you don’t look like your mother as much anymore. Mickey examines the kit you’d left on the counter. It was a gift from his mother a few years ago when you went home with Mickey during the holidays and got to meet her. Mama Garcia is a hairdresser and a damn good one. Mickey’s picked up a thing or two over the years and actually cuts not only his own hair but also yours. Mickey picks up the scissors that you had discarded and straightens your head before he gets to work. You watch as he straightens out the bottom as well as adding the layers he knows you like when he cuts your hair on the regular.

When he’s done the two of you take a moment to stare at your reflection. He squeezes your shoulders gently. “Hop in the shower, I’ll hang out in the living room.” You run your fingers through the shorter strands as you examine your reflection for the thousandth time in the metal handle of the shower knobs. It feels strange and foreign to feel your fingers slip free of the wet strands almost as soon as you slide them in. It’s different but you feel lighter both physically and emotionally. You’d always insisted on wearing your hair exactly like your mom growing up, desperate to be just like her, but now you’ve never felt freer than you do now, finally diverged from the burden of subtly trying to be her, to live up to her legacy. You continue examining your reflection as you dry your hair and get ready to head to Mav’s. Briefly, you wonder what Bradley will think about your new look but deep down you know it’s not for him and what he thinks about it, if he does think anything of it, isn’t important.

When you come out of the bathroom, Mickey fusses over you, expressing over and over how much he likes your new haircut and how much it suits you. Time will tell whether you come to the same conclusion.

***

As the two of you drive to Mav’s place in Mickey’s Jeep Mickey keeps glancing your way like he’s about to say something and break the comfortable silence in the car but thinks better of it. After about the fifth time, it’s officially grating on your nerves and you turn to him, a scowl forming on your lips. “Mickey Garcia if you don’t just spit out whatever you’re thinking, we’re taking a detour to the beach and I’m going to waterboard it out of you.”

He gives you a guilty look before he swallows, choosing his words carefully. “So, are you and Bradshaw still…?” he trails off awkwardly and you roll your eyes. You’d been expecting this conversation for some time. You’d told Mickey about your relationship with Bradley not long after getting back from DC and he’d taken the news calmly which was completely different from the way he normally reacted to updates in both your life in general and in your dating life.

“Dating? Yes, Mickey, I’m still dating my BOYFRIEND.” You emphasize the word boyfriend, giving him a pointed look even as giddy butterflies erupt in your stomach at the way it tastes on your tongue. You haven’t had a BOYFRIEND in years. You’d expected Mickey to be ecstatic but you don’t blame him for being wary of Bradley especially given everything that’s transpired between the two of you in the last few weeks. “Look, I know you have a lot of reasons to hate him, but I promise, that’s not the real him.” Mickey hums quietly in assent before he answers.

“I know, and believe me, I believe you when you say that because I trust you but I just- Zam he’s kind of… old… don’t you think?” You watch him wince at his own awkwardness as you blink in surprise. You hadn’t considered it before, but he’s right. Bradley’s 38, which makes him a solid ten years older than you.

“Oh,” you murmur at the realization. “I guess so. I’ve never actually thought about it before.” Mickey’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Never?” You shake your head, turning this new information over and over in your mind.

“You know? It’s only been two weeks and yet? I feel like I’ve healed more in that time than I have in the last eight years.” You swallow hard. It’s always hard for you to talk about your mother’s death, especially today. “I just- It feels like… Mickey, he’s the first person who hasn’t tried to fix me.” Your heart aches painfully at the thought. “Bradley’s never once looked at me like I’m broken because of what happened to my mom. And maybe it’s because he’s lost both his parents.” Your voice catches at the end of the sentence as a wave of grief washes over you at the thought of Bradley, all alone in the world for so many years. “But it’s like he knows that I don’t need to change. That there’s no way that I’m ever going to be the person I was before and that’s okay. You just learn to live with the hurt. He doesn’t need me to change, or be the person I used to be.” You sigh. “And he’s letting me take things as slow as I want to. Honestly, his age is the last thing I considered.”

Mickey nods, considering your words. “Okay I just, I can’t help but worry that he’s taking advantage of you. You know I already don’t trust hockey players, and the older ones usually have track records, and I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” You smile absently at that. Mickey’s always been wary of you messing around with hockey players. It was his biggest qualm in college once you started hanging out with him and the other guys on his team. Thankfully, you’d mostly steered clear of the horny athletes though you couldn’t help but dabble lightly as you got older. It was just a hazard of the job. Most weeks of the year you’re jetting around from city to city, in a different one every few nights. It’s a lonely lifestyle and sometimes loneliness drives you into the bed you least expect. You and Bradley seem to fit that description but there’s so much more there. Bradley knows you more than anyone has in a long time.

“Don’t worry. Bradley would never hurt me.” You echo his promise to you on the first night you really saw him, the real him, and suddenly you’re eager to get to Mav’s so you can see him again.

***

So far you and Bradley have been keeping things quiet in terms of your relationship. It’s not that you’re embarrassed to be with him, you just don’t feel like it’s fair to scream from the rooftops that you love him before you even tell him yourself. You’re pretty sure you do and it sends another wave of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. So far the only two people you’ve told are Javy and Mickey, though given Mickey’s need to process emotions out loud, you’re sure Bob probably knows too. You’ve signed official paperwork and anyone who viewed your files would be able to find out about your relationship, but for now, you’re enjoying the peacefulness of relative anonymity amongst the hustle and bustle of your work life. You feel bad that you haven’t told the girls or Jake yet, but part of you knows you’re dreading the inevitable variants of the conversation you just had with Mickey in the car. You don’t feel like having to defend Bradley to your friends. It’s not that you won’t, because of course you will. You’re just already stretched thin between work, your budding relationship, and your own complicated emotions relating to your mother, and you’re not sure you have the energy to manage your friends’ concerns with the grace they're afforded.

When Mickey pulls into Maverick’s frankly gigantic driveway you can’t help but gawk at the house. Bradley had told you it was extravagantly large for the fact that only two people lived there but even your imagination couldn’t have prepared you for the sight. You do your best to keep your expression neutral and your eyes inside your skull as the two of you make your way up the porch. You can hear voices and music coming from inside and feel your body tense at the reminder of what you’ve signed up for today. Mickey is carrying a casserole dish of something that smells amazing. You’re empty handed but Mickey had assured you that it would be fine. You have enough going on emotionally today as it is. Everyone will just be glad to have you there, he reassured you.

“You okay?” Leave it to your best friend to notice the tension in your body.

You nod, weakly. “Yeah, just mentally preparing myself.”

“Hey,” his voice is soft, and gentle, as he shifts the casserole dish to one hand and reaches the other out to squeeze your arm. “If it’s ever too much, you come and find me, and you can take my car and get out of here, I’ll just catch a ride home with Bob.” Your shoulders slump with relief. Leave it to Mickey to have a contingency plan in place for you. He’d insisted on driving so that you couldn’t get out of it, but he’s also made sure you have a way to get home.

“Thank you,” there’s so much more you want to say but you don’t know how to put it into words so you just give Mickey a lopsided smile that he returns before reaching to swing the door open.

The smell hits you first. It’s so distinctively Thanksgiving that it almost sends you to your knees. You can smell the feast that Penny has undoubtedly been whipping up as you cross the threshold. Guys from the team linger everywhere in sight. There are a host of unfamiliar faces as well that you assume must be their families and partners. You follow Mickey through the crowded foyer and down a hallway towards the kitchen. Your eyes catch on the photographs framed on the wall. They all contain Penny, Maverick, and a young girl who fluctuates in age between the photos that you’re sure must be Penny’s daughter. The hallway opens into a wide open-concept kitchen and living room. A whole host of guys are crammed on or draped over the back of the sofa, watching the football game that’s displayed on the huge TV. You spot Bradley and Jake a few feet behind the couch, chatting and occasionally glancing at the screen. A glance out the large windows reveals Bob, Bugs, Nat, and Dragon outside playing with a host of kids. Mickey greets Penny as he hands her the casserole dish. He gives your shoulder a squeeze as he heads out to join Bob and co. You give her a chagrined look as she smiles at you.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Zam, I'm glad you could make it.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Penny, thanks for having me. Sorry, I didn’t bring anything… I’m not really much of a cook.” Not a lie by any stretch, but also not the whole truth. She just smiles and waves you off.

“Don't worry, we’ve got plenty.” She gestures to the rest of the kitchen and you see that almost every available inch of counter is covered with foil trays full of food. You chuckle awkwardly before excusing yourself.

Your eyes find Bradley again and his gaze shifts from Jake to you. You watch the corners of his lips lift in a smile even as his eyes widen slightly at the sight of your new haircut. You smile shyly back at him. Bradley excuses himself from Jake who waves him off, turning to the TV as Bradley makes his way towards you. You’re shuffling on your feet, suddenly anxious about Bradley’s reaction to your hair but all your worries melt as Bradley reaches you and pulls you into his arms without a second thought. You’re surprised by the ease with which he crosses that line but you settle against his chest with a contented sigh.

“Hi Bear,” you greet him quietly and he squeezes you gently.

“Hey Honey, I like your hair.” He twists a strand in between his fingers.

“Really?” You can’t help the nerves that plague your vice as you question him. He nods against you, squeezing you again before pulling away to get a good look at you. He reaches out a hand to brush the shorter strands away from your face as he takes in your features like he’s committing them to memory.

“It suits you.” He decides and you can’t help the way you preen under his praise. His eyes soften at your reaction. “You always look beautiful, Honey.” He assures you and your cheeks heat in response. You’re overwhelmed by his attention and as the boys on the couch shout in celebration of a touchdown, you push up on your toes and press a sweet kiss to Bradley’s lips, smiling against his mouth. His hands come up to grip your waist gently as he returns the kiss. When you break, he leans his forehead against yours, bumping your nose with his gently. “What was that for?” He asks and you giggle, bumping his nose back.

“Just wishing you a happy Thanksgiving,” you say with a teasing smile and he pulls away before tugging you to him again and you sigh, content to be in his arms when you spot Dare standing in the entrance to the hallway, a bemused smile on her lips and a faraway look in her eyes. You start to pull away from Bradley and he turns to follow your gaze, holding you tighter when he sees Dare.

“Hey Aunt Dare, happy Thanksgiving.” You can hear the grin in his voice and you feel your heart squeeze at the boyish tone.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Bradley, and you too Zam. Don’t stop on my account, I’m old, not a nun.” She flashes a teasing but fond smile at the two of you. You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment as Bradley presses a kiss to the crown of your head from behind. “And Zam, I’d love to have you over for dinner with Bradley one day.” You smile at that, nodding as best as you can from your position in Bradley’s arms.

“I’d love that too.” You agree and Bradley gives you a squeeze.

“Great, you and Bradley find a day when you’re both free and he can let me know.” She heads into the kitchen with a smile and you detangle yourself from Bradley’s arms, not missing the way he pouts slightly at you.

“We do have to talk to other people, Bear.” You remind him and he grumbles before relenting.

“I’m going to the kitchen to get a drink, can I get you anything?” You shake your head and he heads after Dare into the kitchen.

You’re making your way over to the back door to go see what Mickey and Bob are up to outside with the idea when Javy intercepts you on his way back from refilling his plate of appetizers in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart! There you are! He wraps his free arm around your waist and you roll your eyes.

“Hey Javy, so what did you bring?” You raise an eyebrow while you snag a bacon-wrapped shrimp off his plate and pop it into your mouth with a satisfying crunch. He snorts, bumping your hip with his.

“Very funny. Bold of you to assume I can cook.”

“What a waste of a New Orleans upbringing.” You chide and he laughs at that.

“Funnily enough, that’s exactly what my mother says.” He pulls the shrimp tail from your lips and places it back on the plate. “So, how’s it going with Bradshaw?” He waggles his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes.

“My boyfriend? Oh, it’s great.” You grin, loving the way the word sounds on your lips.

“Damn, Sweetheart, so the turkey isn’t the only thing getting stuffed this Thanksgiving?” You gag at the joke in disgust.

“Javy Machado, you are DISGUSTING!”

He just laughs before bumping his shoulder with yours. “Where’s your food, Sweetheart?”

“Right here,” you point out, picking some assorted cracker smeared with a jam of some kind off of Javy’s plate and grinning around it as you toss it into your mouth. He glares at you, holding his plate away from your reach.

“Begone, woman, get your own food!” He wiggles away from your grabbing hands and you laugh as he dashes back towards the crowded couch. Shaking your head, you slip out the door to the back deck.

Standing there, looking out at where your friends are playing with a small crowd of kids is Josie Fitch. You haven’t had a chance to get to know her very well but Mickey’s been singing her praises since he first moved to New Jersey and met her and Reuben. She turns and smiles as you come out and join her by the railing. “Zam, we haven’t really gotten a chance to meet properly, but I’ve heard so much about you from Mickey.” You smile back.

“Same here, he sings your praises any chance that he’s able.” She laughs at that and rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s definitely Mickey. He’s a good kid.”

“That he most definitely, is.” You smile absently. “How’re you adjusting to living in San Diego?” She shrugs.

“I’ve been moving with Reuben for years. It’s almost second nature at this point. Sure, it’s harder now that the kids are a part of the equation, but we get by pretty well. Thankfully we’ve been able to stay places longer since having them, but they seem to like their new school and they're already making friends so that’s good. They’re good at adjusting, but I suppose you have to be when your dad spends half the year jetting around the country for work.”

You nod. The life of a hockey player is exhausting, but nothing compares to the exhaustion of being a hockey wife, especially when kids are involved. You’ve known plenty of moms that made it look effortless as well as ones that were barely holding on. Josie seems to fall on the effortless side of the spectrum. A small part of your mind wonders which kind you’ll be and you catch yourself imagining a future as not just Bradley’s girlfriend, but his wife, and the mother of his children. You would be a hockey wife. You feel your cheeks heat at the thought even as you chide yourself for being so hasty. You and Bradley have barely been dating for two weeks. It’s way too early to entertain such delusions.

“How are you enjoying your new job? Mickey said you’re a teacher?” You ask and she brightens.

“I love it. Acacia Academy is a great place. I actually wanted to bring one of my coworkers here tonight.” She frowns slightly. “She doesn’t have a lot of friends and doesn’t get out much so I’ve been trying to include her in things but I’m not sure she would have survived this many people.”

“Is she a teacher too?” You ask and she nods, lost in her thoughts.

“She teaches kindergarten, she’s actually Skylar’s teacher. She’s sweet but she doesn’t do well with crowds, especially when they’re strangers. She’s an anxious little thing. I feel so terrible, I can’t imagine how lonely it must be for her.”

“Maybe we can do something smaller soon, and you can bring her then?” You suggest and she gives you a rueful smile.

“Hopefully,” the two of you linger on the deck a bit longer before you go to join the rest of your friends.

***

About an hour later, Penny has wrangled everyone into the gigantic dining room that’s been arranged to try and fit everyone. You’re carrying a full plate of food from the kitchen that's been set up as a buffet-style experience, looking for a seat. You’re among the first to arrive so you and Mickey manage to find a row of three empty seats. You’re unofficially saving the seat on your other side for Bradley and you catch his eye as he enters the dining room with a couple of the other guys. He gets your drift and heads towards the seat when someone pulls out the chair. You turn to tell them that the seat is claimed but the words die on your tongue when you see who it is. Cyclone gives you a good-natured smile as he sits down next to you.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Zam. Good to see you.” You force a polite smile before looking back at Bradley to see him scowling at Cyclone as he takes the seat across from you. You flash him an apologetic smile, nudging his foot with yours under the table.

Bradley’s patience with Cyclone is wearing thin. He’s been inviting you out frequently over the last two weeks. From dinners like the lunch you’d shared in the hotel in DC, to an art gallery exhibition hosted by one of his friends, he just seemed to want to spend time with you. Hell, earlier this week you’d sat courtside with him at a Laker’s game. Beau told you all about your mother in college, sharing both stories you’d heard from her as well as new ones you’d never heard before. Now and then he’d share stories from his childhood and while there weren’t any obvious ulterior motives, you were, quite frankly, weirded out by all the attention he was showing you. You weren’t uncomfortable per se but you weren’t comfortable either. Of course, since you’re now having to split your already-limited free time between Bradley and Beau, Bradley’s irritable at best when you have to turn him down for yet another outing with Beau.

Add onto that that Beau is the last person you want to talk to today of all days. You’re feeling your nerves start to fray and you find yourself dreaming wistfully of Mickey’s keys. For better or worse, another problem decides to seat itself across from Beau, next to Bradley. You watch his shoulders stiffen as Maverick takes the seat, beaming at you. “Zam! So glad you could make it today!” He greets you cheerfully, none the wiser that he’s sent Bradley into turmoil. You develop a sudden interest in your food as you greet Maverick in return. He beams at the small group seated at this part of the table as Dare appears and takes the seat on the other side of Bradley and you’re struck by the fact that this could have been Bradley’s life in another world. Seated between his godparents, it’s a broken family that makes your heart ache for him. You’re glad he has Dare at least. And now he has you too, you remind yourself and you nudge his foot again and watch his eyes soften a bit, his shoulders dropping a little.

“So, what kind of Thanksgiving traditions do you all have with your families?” Maverick asks as he butters a roll. You stiffen slightly and Mickey reaches for your hand under the table, squeezing gently as you feel yourself shuttering. Mickey picks up the conversation easily, regaling the group with stories of his family Thanksgivings back in Chicago as you struggle to drag yourself back down to earth before you can drift too far. “What about you, Zam? Do you usually have Thanksgiving with your family?” Your breath is stuck in your throat and Mickey’s hand gripping yours tightly is the only thing tethering you.

You swallow, trying to clear your throat as you formulate a response. “We don’t really celebrate Thanksgiving.” You answer, forcing a tiny smile. Anymore. You don’t celebrate it anymore. When your mom was alive, she loved Thanksgiving. She loved to cook but not nearly as much as she loved to eat. She loved that Thanksgiving was a holiday that brought people together and your house was usually full to bursting with friends and family. She’d be blasting Christmas music while everyone crowded into the kitchen on Thanksgiving morning to cook up a feast for a late lunch. Once upon a time, it was a favorite for you too because of how excited it made her.

“Really? Katarina loved Thanksgiving.” Cyclone remarks and you consider pushing him out of his chair. Mickey’s hand clenches tighter around yours.

“Yeah, yeah she did.” You mutter, awkwardly and suddenly it feels like every eye is on you. You try your best not to squirm under their gazes as you search for the words.

“I went to Thanksgiving at her house once,” Cyclone continues. “It was such a grand affair. It feels weird that she wouldn’t have continued that tradition.” You can’t stop the words that fall out of your mouth after that.

“She did. We just kind of stopped celebrating Thanksgiving when she dropped dead on it.” You could have heard a pin drop at that section of the table. You drop your gaze to your half-empty plate as you feel your eyes rapidly filling with tears. You push to your feet abruptly, stumbling over your chair in your haste. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I need some air.”

You push past people still trailing in from the kitchen and all but sprint to the back door. You burst out into the cool November air that kisses your cheeks as the tears spill free. You let out a loud, ragged sob as you crumple. Strong arms wrap around you before you can hit the ground and you bury your face in Bradley’s chest as you fall into pieces. Your sobs are ugly, your chest heaving with exertion as the emotions of the day catch up to you and crash like a tidal wave, threatening to pull you under. You cling to Bradley like he’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you from drowning in your grief. He doesn’t say anything, he just holds you as you fall apart. You can hear the beating of his heart under your ear and you focus on it, trying to calm yourself but nothing can console you right now. Bradley doesn’t seem to mind as he rubs uniform circles into your back.

***

You’re not sure how long it takes until you’ve cried yourself out but you feel raw and numb as you finally settle. “Bradley?” You don’t recognize your voice as you croak.

“Yes, Honey?” You can hear the poorly concealed concern in his voice as he squeezes you gently.

“Can we go home?” Right now you don’t care that you’ve just referred to his apartment as home and he doesn’t point it out as he nods. He shifts his hands lower, gently cupping your thighs.

“Come on, Honey, let’s go home.” You let him pull you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist like a monkey as you cling to his strong neck. Your eyes are closed, face buried in his neck, smothering yourself in his scent that instantly soothes you but you don’t hear any doors open, just a creak that must be some kind of gate that leads to the front yard. You hear the familiar chirp of the Bronco as Bradley unlocks it. He deposits you in the passenger seat and if he notices that it takes you a moment longer than usual to let go of him, he doesn’t comment on it. Once you’re both buckled, Bradley reaches out a hand to tangle your fingers, knowing you need the grounding touch. He turns on the radio, a silent reassuring that you don’t need to talk yet. That he’ll be there when you’re ready. The familiar notes of one of your mom’s favorite songs grace your ears and you feel your lips involuntarily lifting in a soft smile at the sound as Bradley sings along softly with The Beatles. “Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better.” You feel silent tears track down your cheeks as you let your eyes fall shut and you see your mom dancing around the kitchen, singing into a spatula while Bradley croons in the background. She would have loved him. The way you do.

A/N: Yikes, what a mess… our poor girl can’t catch a break and Maverick is really trying to catch Bradley’s hands 🫣 Also I hope you caught that teeny tiny False Confidence tease in there 👀

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Waiting For Them

Master List

Summary: Wanda and Nat leave for a mission, leaving behind a sad reader

Pairing: Wandanat x reader

Word Count: 1,226

Krasivaya = beautiful 

Warnings: Mentions of not eating, Not sleeping

“Please don’t go” you whined as you clung to Wanda on the bed, she looked at you sadly and rubbed your back. This was the first time they would both be gone at the same time. Usually one of them would stay behind for you because of your clinginess because if they were both gone, all hell would break loose. 

“It’s only for a week Krasivaya” Nat comforted as she was moving around the room packing their bags. You shook your head as tears fell down your cheek and you clung to Wanda tighter and buried your head in her chest. “Your going to have Pietro, Kate, Yelena and Peter, will let any trouble you cause slide” Nat kissed your head and coaxed you to let go of Wanda. You did but went straight back to crying. 

They sighed not wanting to leave you like this but they knew they had to leave soon. Nat quickly called Kate and Yelena in the room so they could comfort you and they gave you one last kiss and I love you's and walked out the door leaving Kate and Yelena there cuddling you. 

You didn’t talk to them though, you were crying and pouting and angry at Wanda and Nat for leaving you alone. “Come on Y/N, let’s steal Tony’s suit” that got your attraction. “Can I fly it first?” They nodded and smiled as you got up and hurried to the door. That didn’t last long though considering Tony caught you in under 10 minutes. “I’m going to call your girlfriends” he said, making you sad again. Kate and Yelena glared at him and he realized that was a sensitive topic right now and tried apologizing but you walked back to your room before he could. 

That’s where you stayed the whole day, Yelena and Kate tried coaxing you out and Tony even tried bribing you with making you your one suit but nothing convinced you. Wanda and Nat tried calling you to check in but you refused to answer knowing hearing their voices will make you crave being in their arms worse. 

You were in your room for 5 days before you came out, Kate and Yelena were beyond worried considering you didn’t even come out to eat or drink anything. The first thing they did was sit you down and get you something to eat. They’ve been reporting to Wanda and Nat everything that is happening. 

After you ate you rushed to go hang out with Tony and see all his cool inventions. You were really energetic considering your girlfriends were getting home in 2 days. You jumped on Tony making him jump and scream. He sighed as he realized it was you and smiled at your giggling. “Hey kiddo, nice to see you're not dead” he said as he ruffled your hair. “What are you making?” You asked curiously, “I’m making some adjustments to your suit” he smiled as he showed you. You sucked at this kind of technology so you looked really confused. “You’ll have more protection, and I made some adjustments on your weapons” you hugged him, “Thanks Tony” “Of course kiddo, now what’s up with you and locking yourself in your room this whole week” you shrugged.

“I miss them, usually I at least have one of them here to be with but now I have none of them. I can’t sleep without them by my side” Tony looked sad, “They miss you too, they’ve been calling us every hour to get an update on you. They even got permission to come back home tomorrow” your eyes lit up as you jumped in excitement. “Really!?” Tony nodded as he shook his head at your sudden mood change. 

You ran out of the room and ran to your room. You grabbed blankets and some pillows and ran to the living room and laid huddled under all the blankets. You put on a movie trying to figure out what you were going to do all night while you waited for Wanda and Nat. 

You did everything to distract yourself from looking at any clocks. Watched movies, did karaoke with Kate, played monopoly with Sam and Pietro until they both got mad and left, went outside to the playground you made Tony build you. Now it was 8 am, and you were completely restless and running on energy drinks and snacks. You were currently in the kitchen chugging some coffee when Tony walked in frowning as you poured yourself another cup. 

“Kid, go to sleep, they’ll be here in like 2 hours” Tony tried, he knew you haven’t been sleeping at all since they left. You shook your head, “Have to make sure they're alright” you yawned out as you went to get a third cup but Tony took it away from you. “Bed” he said sternly making you pout, but you listened and grabbed your blankets and pillows and dragged them back to your room. 

Right when your head hit the pillows you completely knocked out. You didn’t even wake up when the two redheads entered the room. They smiled at your sleeping figure knowing how much you struggled without them. They gave you a kiss on your forehead and tucked you into the sheets and started unpacking being careful not to wake you. When they finished Nat laid with you while Wanda went to make food. Practically everyone was complaining on how they missed her cooking and she wanted to make you your favorite. 

After about an hour Nat looked up as she heard you stirring, you yawned as you sat up and reached for your phone. Instead you grabbed something else, or someone else. “Afternoon sleepy” you jumped at the voice but realized the person you grabbed was Natasha. It took you about 5 seconds to realize through your sleepy eyes. “Natty!” You yelled happily as you jumped on her. She laughed as she held you tightly. “Hey princess” she said into your ear kissing your head. “Where’s Wanda?” You asked, looking around the room. 

“She’s making food, we heard you didn’t eat a lot princess” Nat said giving you a look. “Sorry, I didn’t have an appetite” you said and before she could reply you jumped up and ran to the kitchen to greet Wanda. You practically ran over Kate as she was in front of Wanda talking to her and tackled Wanda. “Wands!” You yelled, holding her tightly. Kate muttered curse words as she tried to comprehend what happened and Wanda giggled at your excitement as she held you close and gave you kisses all over your face. “I’ve missed you my love” she mumbled as she took her attention away from her cooking and fully put it on you. Kate finally got up and took over for Wanda. 

“We got you a present” she told you as she sat you on the couch and pulled out a bag. Nat came in and sat next to you as you smiled. You opened it and pulled out a huge squishmallow. “A NEW ONE! Thank you!” you said as you hugged them tightly. Your guys room was practically covered with them, Nat always complained about it but always bought you new ones. 

After that whole experience, you clung to Wanda and Nat way more than you did before. They liked it though. 

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