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sxnnimoon · 3 years

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Loki x reader where he’s an avenger now and he’s dating a civilian in secret? He’s not needed for a current mission so while everyone else is out he brings her to the compound for a movie date. The team show up and see reader sleeping in Loki’s room so they barge in thinking he’s back to his old ways and took her against her will. Horrified by their assumption he gets very angry and upset that they think he’d do something so vile. Reader steps in and angrily introduces herself and his girlfriend and kicks them all out of the room so she could calm him down. Then later and calmly explains to the team that he’s been seeing her for months behind their backs.

Here you go darling! Requests are always welcome. Keep them coming!

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Movie dates were what you lived for. They were usually at your place but since Loki wasn’t needed for this mission he stayed back and invited you over.

Once you entered the living room area you were met with an array of snacks. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen. Today’s movie theme was the 80s and you were excited.

“What shall we watch first..?” You asked aloud.

Yawning looking at the time on your phone you see it’s almost 1am. You hadn’t realized just how late it got.

“Hey babe?” You yelled to Loki who was in the kitchen cleaning up.

“What is it pet?” He poked his head out.

“I should get going, it’s late.” You said getting up.

“Stay the night.” He said walking toward you.

“I don’t know..” you hesitated. “What if they see me?”

“I promise they won’t,” he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m gonna go lay down then.” You smiled up at him.

He returned the smile.

“I will be there shortly.” He said giving your bum a light tap.

Collapsing on his bed, you loved the way his sheets felt on your skin, you took in his smell and soon you were fast asleep.

Minding his, Loki didn’t realize that the team had come back early.

Waking up to pee, you heard footsteps. Thinking it was Loki you didn’t pay much attention to it. Or so you thought.

Coming out of the restroom you looked up to see the avengers. Not even getting a word out, they instantly started questioning you.

“Did he hurt you?!”

“Were you taken?”

“I can’t believe this.”

“I thought he changed.”

“I bet she’s traumatized.”

Hearing all the awful things they were saying made you hurt and angry. During all this Loki walked it.

“What is going on here?” He said, a hint of anger rising in his voice.

“What’s going on?” Tony began, “she’s what’s going on.”

“You’re back to your old ways.” Steve said.

“Kidnapping?” Tony asked. “Now that’s low. And I honestly thought I could trust you.”

“Seriously? I would never.” He said hurt in his voice.

“Oh cut the crap.” Clint said. “You really expect us to believe you?”

“And don’t think for one second I won’t beat you where you stand, this is absurd.” Loki said, taking a step forward.

Knowing what was to happen next, you had to step in.

“ENOUGH ALL OF YOU!” You yelled.

Everyone looked at you in surprise.

“I was not kidnapped nor taken against my will.” You said glaring at them all.

They didn’t know what to say.

“And I am not traumatized, I’m his girlfriend believe it or not.” You glared once again.

“You? Are his girlfriend?” Tony said wide eyed.

“No way.” Steve said.

“Is it that hard to see him in love?” You questioned annoyed.

They said nothing.

“Unbelievable, now if you all will please leave I need to comfort and calm down Loki,” you said ushering them out.

Once they were all out you locked the door leaning your head against it.

Turning around you were faced with a sadden Loki,

“Are you alright?” You asked, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I will be.” He said, giving a small smile.

“I don’t appreciate them talking to you like that, all the things they said were horrid.” You said looking down.

“I know love.” He said bring you into his arms.

“If only they took the chance to see you’ve changed.” You looked up at him. I’m gonna talk to them.” You went to leave the room.

The walk to the common area seemed longer than it really was. Coming into view, you could see everyone. They were all talking about what just happened.

“Could he possibly have changed?” Steve asked.

“More or less how could he have found someone.” Clint said.

“I could explain if you’d like?” you finally spoke up, startling everyone.

All eyes were on you.

“The floor is yours.” Bruce gestured.

You gave a small smile. Sitting in the chair across from all of them.

“About 9 months ago, I was at this little coffee shop that I love…” you began.

Pausing you looked up to see they were all ears.

“Anyways, there I was book in hand when a newcomer sat at the table across from mine. I never saw his face, always his back. It took a few weeks before we ever came into contact.”

Remembering the memories made you feel warm and happy inside.

“About the fourth week was when we finally noticed each other. Glances were shared, smiles even but never words. But one day out of the blue he sat over at my table. His smile caught my eye first. It was so warm and light. We talked for what seemed like hours. The passion in the way he spoke really drew me in more. I just knew I couldn’t get rid of him.” you smiled looking up.

“So you mean to tell me he’s been seeing someone for months and we're just hearing about it?” Tony asked. He was the first to speak.

You nodded.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Privacy?” stating the obvious. “Maybe because he didn’t know how to tell you all? How can I blame him for how things went earlier?” you crossed your arms.

They nodded in agreement.

“So are you supernatural or something?” Tony asked.

Sam threw a pillow at him.

“What?” He raised his arms up in defence. “Thought I'd ask.”

You giggled.

“No, I'm none of that, I'm just human.” you gave a smile.

“So what do you do then?” Nat asked.

“I own a bookstore.” you replied.

“Seems fitting.” Clint said.

“We’re all sorry for how things went.” Nat said.

“It’s alright really.” you glanced in her direction.

You all were talking, getting to know one another when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking you noticed Loki. you gave him a smile before walking over.

“Everything ok?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Everything is perfect.” you lifted a bit to kiss him.

#imagine #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki odinson #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu imagine

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evafrechette · 3 years

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I’ll take one large cock..err I mean Coke please

↠ yoongi x jungkook | smut | drivethruworker!jk | 18+ | 2.7k

↠ Summary: It’s been the shift from hell and all Jungkook wants to do is go home, jerk off and get some well deserved rest. But the attractive brunette with the deep, raspy voice that gets his cock twitching has just pulled into his drive thru and Jungkook’s night is about to get even crazier.

↠ Warnings: masturbation, frottage, car sex, awkward crushes, public sex, handjobs, yoongi hates mcdonalds but likes jungkook.

"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order please." Jungkook's voice cracked out of the decades old drive thru speaker while he absentmindedly twirled a straw between his tattooed fingers.

"Uh yeah just a Large Cheeseburger Combo. Uhhh and make the drink an Iced Americano please." Jungkook dropped the straw, which rolled along the ground towards the "broken" ice cream machine. He knew that low raspy voice, the one that was slightly slurred making it hard to understand exactly what was said. It came out of the cutest pouty mouth Jungkook had ever seen.

"Uhh oh y-yes, okay, please drive up to the next window." He hastily brushed his hands through his inky black waves and straightened out the hat that sat lazily on top of his head. Jungkook had a crush. A huge crush. The kind of crush your friends and family would mock you about for years to come. The cutie with the deep voice had been visiting Jungkook's McDonalds drive thru for nearly a year now, always ordering the same thing - a Large Cheeseburger Combo with an Iced Americano. He was the prettiest man Jungkook had ever seen; a soft round button nose, the most breathtakingly stunning feline shaped eyes, pale skin that reminded him of a shimmering full moon, and those lips, small, pouty and Jungkook was dying to know what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

He tapped his foot nervously against the brown tile floor as he tried to push the thought out of his head. He was at work he shouldn't be thinking about his cock and the sweet, pretty little mouth he dreamt of most nights taking him so deep into his throat that tears fell from his eyes as he gagged and moaned around him.

Jungkook let out a small squeal when he noticed the man's car roll up to his window. Hesitantly he opened the sliding glass, "Hi, umm your order isn't ready yet, please park up over there," he pointed towards the waiting area, "and someone will bring it out as soon as possible." The brunette smiled at him as he paid for the order then slowly drove towards the designated parking spot. Jungkook dropped to the floor crouching out of view, his heart was thumping against his ribs. He took a few minutes to calm himself down before returning to his mundane, tedious work.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual for Jungkook, anything that could go wrong did. The coffee machine in the café side broke down, his coworker and best friend Jimin was burnt by hot oil in the fryer and had to be rushed off to A&E and Jungkook had slipped on some melted ice bruising both his knees during impact. By the time his shift was over he was well and truly over the day, but he had agreed to cover Taehyung's night shift (and hey, extra pay wasn't anything to scoff at)

He had a quick break, scoffing down some chicken nuggets before washing them down with a large Fanta, then fit the microphone headpiece back in place and waited for the craziness of the dinner rush. As expected the next 3 hours were insane, car after car seemed to flow past his window. His feet were burning from standing all day, eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion but he still had 4 more hours before closing.

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With only an hour to go the staff that remained locked the front doors, the drive thru now the only option for anyone with a late night craving for greasy burgers and burnt fries. Jungkook was able to finally rest his swollen feet, laying down in a booth hands folded under his head. He had just started to feel himself drift off when the static of the speaker box vibrated in his ear, the telltale sign of a car pulling up dragged him from his near slumber.

"Hello Welcome to McDonalds," a yawn broke free, his hand automatically rushing up to cover his nose, "Mmm sorry, can I take your order."

"Yeah, one Large Cheeseburger combo with an Iced Americano please"

Jungkook's eyes were as large as saucers as he flung himself out of the booth and ran towards the drive thru window. It was that delicate, ethereal man again, he'd never worked nights before so hadn't expected to see him again.

"I'm sorry, b-but the McCafe is closed, you'll have to order from the soft drink menu." He checked himself out in the reflective metal bench in front of where he stood, he was sure he looked like hell but there was little he could do, not that he could see anything anyway the bench was scattered with serviettes and spilled soft drink.

"That's okay, I'll just take a large Coke then."

"Sure thing, please drive up to the next window."

The car arrived within seconds, the only vehicle in the drive thru so late at night. Jungkook stood awkwardly, eyes darting between the man in the car and the crew in the back taking their sweet ass time to get the order ready. He huffed and slid the window open.

"Do you mind parking up and someone will bring your order out for you?"

"Yeah, thanks." The man paid then pulled up into the vacant waiting area. With his headlights turned off the car was invisible in the dark of the night. Jungkook let out another yawn and rubbed his tired sleepy eyes. He walked into the back just as his co-worker was folding over the brown paper bag.

"Can you take this out to him, I really need to use the bathroom." The bag was thrust into his arms as the night manager Namjoon ran past him towards the toilet block. He sighed, obviously he had no choice but to deliver this meal to the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. God was really testing him today. Jungkook removed his headpiece leaving it by the cash register, unlocked the front door and stepped into the chilly night.

He shivered before running towards the only car in empty space. He knocked gently on the driver side window and shifted off each foot while he waited for the window to be rolled down. There was no response. He tried to peer through the tinted glass but was unable to see anything so he knocked once more, this time a lot louder. The window rolled down part of the way and Jungkook could see the top of the man's face.

"Thanks, just slip it through." His voice was strained and a little pitchy.

Jungkook shifted his weight onto his left foot "Yeah, that's not gonna work you need to lower the window more."

A panicked no was the man's response. Jungkook was getting a little pissed off, he had been working non stop all day and just wanted to go home, have a quick jerk off session and then sleep.

"Dude, you need to open the window or I'm just dumping your shit on the ground." Jungkook didn't mean to snap, and not at the man he'd secretly been in love with for so long. But he was just so over his day.

Slowly the window lowered and Jungkook was able to see the man's face. Just as soft and perfect as always, except he had a pink tinge to his cheeks. Jungkook thought it looked beautiful, a gorgeous contrast to his pale skin. He went to pass the bag through when his eyes flickered downwards. Jungkook choked when his eyes fell upon a very thick and very hard cock peaking out between the man's legs. His jeans were pushed halfway down his legs and his right hand was clenched around the base of his shaft. Jungkook wasn't sure what to do. He'd been picturing the man's cock for months and now he was seeing it in the flesh, he was turned on and slightly overwhelmed.

The man used his free hand to grab the bag and nonchalantly threw it on the passenger seat. Jungkook was unable to remove his eyes from the brunette's cock, his tongue flicked out as he licked along his lip. When realisation set in of what he had just done, his face turned beetroot red and he spun around to run back to the safety of the store.

But before he could the man spoke, "Do you like what you see?"

Jungkook froze, it was pretty obvious he did, but he couldn't say that . . could he?

"Y-y-yes." He replied, his stutter making him cringe internally.

"Get in." It was more of a question than a demand and Jungkook felt a little better to know he wasn't the only one affected by what was happening. He walked to the door directly behind where the man sat and slowly opened it, he quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before climbing into the back seat. They sat in silence for a while, Jungkook twisting his hair around his finger - a nervous habit of his and the man stared at him with those intense piercing eyes through the rare view mirror.

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After a few minutes Jungkook heard light whimpers come from the front and leaned forward between the empty space of the two front seats. The man was stroking his length slowly, cautiously watching Jungkook's every move in the mirror. Jungkook sat quietly and watched with attentive eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. He longed to reach out and feel that soft translucent skin, to see his cum dripping all over the tattoos that were etched into his skin. But his body couldn't move, glued to the spot he was in.

Jungkook watched as the man's chest rise and fell, how his cock twitched every time a low moan escaped Jungkook's lips and at the precum that was leaking from the tip, helping to lubricate the man's slide.

"You are so fucking pretty," The deep mumbly voice broke the silence reverberating around the stifling space, "The first time I saw you I thought you were the prettiest guy I've ever seen. I fucking hate McDonald's, it tastes like shit. But I keep coming back because I want to see you."

"What the fuck." Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing, his dream man thought he was pretty? And only ordered food to see him? No wonder he had never seen him order inside the store. He shifted in his seat, his cock starting to ache from how hard it was. The man was still watching through the rare view mirror and had noticed.

"Get it out if you want, bit weird for me to be the only one with my dick out."

Jungkook quickly unzipped his trousers and yanked them down letting them land on the floor with a soft thud. He leaned into the back seat and spat onto his palm, wincing once he finally felt the tight grip of his hand relieve some of the pressure building up inside of him. He felt a little silly, legs open wide, knees bruised, white socks, black sneakers, McDonald's work shirt and hat still on, but the man staring back at him didn't seem to mind one bit of his appearance. Maybe he had a uniform kink?

Together they pumped their cocks, eyes locked onto one another's via the mirror. Their hushed breaths synchronised, the thrill of what they were doing drew Jungkook closer to his release. "Shit, I'm gonna c-cum soon. C-can I feel you? Please, I've wanted it for so long." The eyes staring back at him flashed a desire Jungkook had never seen in anyone before. The man pushed his pants off fully and scrambled into the back with Jungkook. Jungkook reached out hesitantly and stroked his fingers along the man's face, along his strong eyebrows, down his cute little nose, along his soft jawline and of course his sweet lips.

"So what's your name anyway? I'm Jungkook." he asked as he leaned in and started to kiss the man's exposed neck, hands hovering over his creamy white thighs.

"Yoongi."

"A pretty name for a pretty little thing. Perfect." Jungkook continued to suck deep purple marks onto Yoongi's neck, he hadn't given a hickey since he was a teenager, but he wanted to mark the man up so badly. He could feel Yoongi's hands knead at his soft ass, squeezing the flesh, running his finger along his crack, teasing at the entrance of his hole.

Without warning Jungkook detached from Yoongi's neck and pushed his smaller body against the backseat. He straddled Yoongi's thighs, shifting so their cocks were centimeters apart. He reached down between their bodies and held his cock in one hand and Yoongi's in the other, then pressed them firmly against each other. Jungkook whimpered, Yoongi was so hard and warm against his cock, which was now throbbing and leaking a small amount of precum. Jungkook ran his thumb over his slit, collecting as much of the clear fluid as he could before rubbing his thumb over the tip of Yoongi's cock, his fingers traced around the head, slowly moving down his length, with feather light touch. Jungkook closed his fingers around Yoongi's girth and moved his hand up and down covering him with his arousal. He stroked him a few times before taking both cocks into his tattooed hand and pushed them together. They both cried out at the contact of their pulsating cocks against one another.

Jungkook jerked them both off, squeezing and pumping eager to see Yoongi come undone under him. Yoongi arched his hips grabbing on tight to Jungkook's thighs and started thrusting in time with Jungkook. In response Jungkook ground his cock against Yoongi's even harder, his balls slapping against the large pair that hung below Yoongi's thick cock. They rocked and rutted against each others warm, smooth lengths. The windows of the car were fogged - evidence of something seedy taking place inside, Yoongi's burger and fries no longer warm, but neither took any notice too focused on chasing their climax.

Yoongi came first spurting ropes of hot cum all over his shirt while he choked out a deep, vibrating sob. Jungkook looked down and saw the creamy white fluid dripping down his fingers and over the faded black ink, his cock pulsated in his grip. Jungkook's gut tightened and his vision went blurry, he spilled his release all over his and Yoongi's cocks.

Jungkook's heart was racing just like it had been earlier in the day, he couldn't believe that the man he had be fantasising about was laying under him cock out and covered in his cum. Yoongi flashed him a gummy smile, one he had seen many times from the other side of the drive thru window. Up close it was even more lovely his perfect little teeth lined up straight, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Jungkook! Jungkook! Where the fuck are you man?" Jungkook's head snapped towards Namjoon's booming voice echoing throughout the carpark. He looked at Yoongi panicked but the smaller man didn't seem worried in the slightest. Yoongi pulled his T-shirt up over his head and used it to clean the sticky mess off Jungkook's hand.

"Put your pants back on and act like nothing happened. Just say I'm an old friend and we were catching up or something. I'll come and see you tomorrow . . errr later this morning on my way to work. You know my order right?"

Jungkook quickly did what Yoongi told him and gave him a fond smile before climbing out into the bleak cold night.

"Namjoon-ah!!" Jungkook yelled into the darkness not quite sure where his manager was. The sound of frantic footsteps alerted him and he turned to face a very pissed off Namjoon. His jaw was clenched and his mouth was turned downwards. Jungkook had seen this face only once before, when Namjoon had lost his shit and fired someone on the spot for trying to deep fry a soft serve cone.

He gulped hard, "Sorry Namjoon that's an old friend of mine," he motioned towards the car, "I guess we lost track of time."

Namjoon sighed "You're lucky no one has showed up in the last hour besides your friend over there. Come on, it's time to clean this place for the morning crew and then we can get the hell out of here and get some sleep."

As Jungkook walked back to the dimly lit building he couldn't help but smile with the knowledge that Mr Cheeseburger and Iced Americano would be rolling up to his drive thru window in just a few hours to see him. He was lovin' it.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #Jungkook smut #yoonkook #yoonkook fanfic #bts fanfction #suga #jungkook #yoongi #I wrote a fic inspired by McDonald’s fml #armywriterssupport #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bangtaninn

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war--lords · 4 years

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If requests/suggestions are open, could I please have more of the "pets snuggling MC in his place" but for some of the Ikevamp boys (Comte, Leo, Theo, and Arthur) If they aren't open, then I want you to know I like your writing 💙

Requests are permanently closed and I’m only taking suggestions, so thank you for yours! This post is dedicated to the doggos ❤️also, I’ve adjusted the details a little bit, but I hope you can still enjoy

Their pet snuggling with MC in their place

Theo

It’s past lunch-time, but although the sun is high in the sky, the weather is absolutely beautiful—even sardonic Theo can admit as much. He takes in the blue sky as he alights his carriage and takes his time walking inside the mansion. How long has it been since he finished work that early? He honestly can’t remember. Anyhow, he can do what’s left of it come nightfall. His priority right now is looking for you (he misses you, yes, but he most likely won’t say that out loud) and possibly take King out for a walk together because he wants to spend time with both hondjes

Sebastian will have to relieve you of your tasks for the rest of the day, no questions asked. Though the strange butler will probably ask him weirdly specific questions as a condition for your release...

Nevermind that, Theo thought to himself, because thinking about walking King with you brings about this warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. The old him would probably berate himself for indulging unnecessarily in such happy thoughts, but he’s learned to embrace being content. You’ve taught him that, and many other things.

Okay, now he’s got to see you.

Unexpectedly Sebastian says you’ve already completed all of your work for the day—talk about great timing—and that ever since lunch clean-up, he hasn’t seen you around. And thus Theo is left to roam the vast mansion looking for you.

You weren’t at your room, nor were you at his. Not in the lounge or the library, either. The other mansion residents whom he encounters have no problem teasing him about how frantically he’s looking for his lover (except for Isaac, of course), and that irritates Theo a little bit.

“Missing ____________ a bit much, aren’t you, Theo old boy?”

Arthur is lucky to not be slapped upside the head.

Huffy and growing ever-impatient, Theo stomps into the gardens, hoping to at least find King—he hasn’t seen the golden retriever around, too, so perhaps you two are together?

His gut is right, but that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to take in what’s happening under the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

He sees you, asleep on one of the garden chairs, King comfortable situated on top of your lap and chest like a little babe—and the canine is far from being the size of a little babe. You have a gentle arm around the dog as if to keep him in place, while Theo notices a book on your other hand, held loosely.

Heavens, he thinks, fighting the urge to bite his knuckles at the extraordinarily adorable display. All the annoyance from walking around the mansion and being teased by the other residents instantaneously melts away.

Grabbing a chair and sitting next to you and King, he reaches out to stroke your hair, his touch soft and fleeting so as to not ruin the peaceful scene set in front of him. Were he a painter like his brother, he would most definitely immortalize this on canvas.

It is King that notices his presence first, slowly blinking awake in one second, and in another, excitedly bounding and leaping from your lap to his in exuberant joy—something he does a lot. Theo lets out a surprised “hey!”, but having spent a lot of time with King, is ready to catch his furry friend in his lap and helplessly be the recipient of numerous face licks.

“Theo...? You’re home,” he hears you murmur.

His heart skips a beat as he watches you rub your eyes, slowly allowing yourself to awaken. He notices the flush on your skin, your sleep-ridden voice...

“Good nap?” he asks, his eyes ever watchful.

“Yep.”

“Wanna go walk King together?”

Just like that, you light up and grin at him, nodding enthusiastically—inevitably reminding him of the golden retriever sat on his lap—and he shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief.

Arthur

Being a writer who often spends many of his nights finishing manuscripts (if not flirting with girls in town—but those days are long gone), Arthur is thankful to have such a supporting lover and friend in you.

It pains him, though, because with your shared private detective gig during the day, the only private time he gets to enjoy with you happens at night, but sometimes inspiration hits him like the blasted Orient Express and he cannot do anything to stop it—so he spends his nights writing.

You can stop him from working, though. You’ve done it before. Long story short, it worked, and he paid much attention to you that night.

Tonight, however, you’re being very indulging and declared that you’ll retire for the night earlier after showering him with a lot of kisses and encouragement for his work. He wanted to cry right then and there because his heart is so full and you are so sweet.

So he vows to quickly get the words out of his brain and be done with it. Then he can snuggle with you in bed. Or maybe do something more. Bloody hell, he really can’t get his mind out of the gutter sometimes.

As he writes page after page, he can’t help but think that if anything, you’re the one providing him with inspiration. The adventures he shares with you are one thing, but the things you say and do knock him out of his socks sometimes. Arthur smiles, his mind remembering every little thing you’ve said to him that has become the fuel to his writing.

He swears you’re going to turn him into a romance novelist.

When the night is dark cobalt blue and the moon is high, Arthur feels the soreness on his wrist and decides that he’s at a good stopping point for the night. Stretching and yawning and ridding himself of his tortoise-shell spectacles, he looks over to you, lying in bed...

...with Vic on your stomach.

Vic. On your stomach.

A loving hand sitting atop the dog’s belly (Vic sleeps on his back with his legs curled, like a weird old man), rising and falling with each gentle breath. Your lips are slightly parted, wisps of hair falling on your face.

Arthur gasps, covering his mouth in the process. Heavens, look at this—this—this picturesque, sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon! Where did the dog even come from?

Looking at his room door, he realizes it’s not completely closed, and he curses to nobody about nothing in particular. With long strides he crosses the room to close it and quickly returns to his bed, ready to join the cutest snoozefest he’s ever had the honor of joining.

Despite his best attempts to be as discreet as possible when situating himself on his bed, you stir, as if you’ve been waiting for this moment. He grins while watching consciousness slowly wash over you, though not fully.

“Are you done with work, darling?”

God help and forgive him! He thoroughly enjoys that husky tone of your voice, still not completely awake. He presses a silencing kiss to your lips and presses his body closer to yours. Vic wakes up too, but only to reposition himself at the space atop your head, this time curling up into a ball before falling asleep.

“You made me jealous,” Arthur whispers, and you giggle.

“Vic gets lonely sleeping alone, too,” you reply, letting Arthur wound you into his arms. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck before pulling the sheets to cover both your bodies.

“Who gave you both permission to be so bloody cute, huh?”

#fluff #Ikemen Vampire #ikevamp #reader insert #Theodorus van Gogh #theo x reader #theo #arthur #arthur conan doyle #arthur x reader #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #sfw #headcanon #cybird

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19mrs-barnes17 · 4 years

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As Long As I Can Get - Chapter Three: Welcome to Brightbarrow

Summary: Welcome to the town of Brightbarrow, its small and quaint aesthetic draws in many to settle into the comfort it provides. Home to a select group of kind souls.

Part: 3/5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (AU)

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, some sad themes, a little drinking

Word count: 3,198

A/N: Thanks again to @wxntersoldiers for beta reading! Hope you all enjoy the new chapter!

The first place to open in the mornings is the Diner, the Barnes family waking before most of the town to set up and ready for the early rising crowd. A few shop owners, medical staff, and construction crew filter in gradually as the town begins to wake.

Slowly but surely shops begin flipping their signs, a yawn escaping as they stretch out their sluggish and sleepy limbs. Hours pass by and the town comes alive with a steady flow of people off to work or wandering about the shops, the occasional tourist stopping in for directions or a trinket. Everyone had a routine.

It was late afternoon when Y/N finally got time to begin looking into a project for her apartment, stopping by the shop where Steve worked after her shift let off early.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before her, Denise and Hilda sat on the wooden bench outside the tool and craft shop gazing in the big display window and gabbing about the men inside. She shook her head at the women before approaching.

“What are you two mischief makers up to?” Both women stayed exactly as they were, unaffected by being caught by an onlooker.

“Come sit with us Y/N dear, there are two very fine gentlemen waltzing about the shop.” Y/N reluctantly accepted the invitation, eyes drifted inside the building where Steve and Bucky stood comparing items and having a passive discussion. Neither seemed aware of the three women watching their every move through the front window.

“How often are you two out here?”

“Oh every day love.” Hilda smiled softly at her before sending a wink and returning her attention back to the guys. “Lately we’ve been getting double the beef and muscle.”

“That Barnes boy has grown into such a handsome young gentleman, very blessed in the genetics department.” Denise giggled, Hilda swatting her playfully as they turned their gazes to Y/N and arched a brow expectantly.

“What?”

“Please tell me you’re making the most of his being back home? You two always have been the cutest thing.” If Y/N had been taking a drink this moment would be the perfect moment for a spit take.

“We’re not a couple.”

“And what a terrible shame that has always been. He’s a lovely specimen.” Denise winked at her before glancing back inside and smiling.

“I don’t know, I’d say that poor Steven is quite the eye candy. Though it is nice to see a new, but familiar, face around here.”

“You two are shameless.” Hilda and Denis burst out laughing, clutching one another as their smiles stretched across their faces.

“Best way to be sweetheart.” Hilda paused for a moment, glancing over Y/N before getting that mischievous sparkle in her eyes once more. “”Give it a go.”

Y/N shook her head but the two women kept insisting. Gazing through the glass her mind fumbled for something to say that wouldn’t be too much.

“He does have nice eyes.”

“Which one dear?”

“James. I mean Bucky.” Her heart skipped a beat as those very crystal blue irises turned her way, eyes locking onto hers.

“Ah, that he does. And they’re looking right at you dear, in a very flirtatious manner.” Hilda and Denise sent little waves at Bucky before nudging her.

Y/N mumbled in response her mind elsewhere as she watched Bucky through the window, a smile tugging at his lips. He sent a small wave, which she slowly reciprocated, before turning back to Steve. She stood from the bench and tore her gaze away from the window.

“Oh, god I still need to go inside.”

“Ooh, how unfortunate. Let us know how that goes.”

“You two are pure chaos.”

“Guilty.” In sync they speak and smirk up at her before turning back to the window.

Entering the store she did her best to keep her gaze away from the two men, focusing on finding the paint color she wanted. Her eyes scanned the swatches for a light purple for her bedroom, eventually a project she wanted to get to when she had an open weekend. Her mind was unable to focus as she overheard the discussion an aisle or two over.

Shaking her head she pulled her focus to the colors in front of her, forcing herself to make a decision. In line she was behind Bucky who leaned against the counter waiting for Steve to return from the back, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Long day?” She couldn’t stand there silently waiting for Steve to return, his eyes would have opened and been startled by her lurking form. He was startled nonetheless, but she felt compelled to be polite and not ignore him. Even despite his past mistakes.

“Always is.”

“Tell me about it. What are you building?” She pointed to the drill set on the counter as his eyes took note of the paint swatches in her hand.

“Bed frame.” Her brow furrowed and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Haven’t gotten around to actually setting it up yet, easier to move when we are painting. Speaking of which…”

“My room. Paint is chipping and my landlord gave me the greenlight to paint over it.”

“Purple.” She simply nodded in response, eyes trailing to locate Steve in the back. “Well, if you need any help you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, but I have no idea when I’m going to actually have time to get to it.” He nods solemnly and she feels a prick of guilt in her heart. “But I’ll give you a call when I know.”

“We can order Toni’s like we used to.” His sweet smile had her nodding along in agreement and entirely missing Steve’s emergence from the back office. “Guess I’ll see you around Fairfield.”

“Keep out of trouble Barnes.” He chuckled and shook his head muttering something about no promises before walking out the door.

“I swear if you two waltz around the topic you will forever be in the obnoxiously polite conversation stage.” Steve shook his head, marking down her order and writing up a receipt. “And I’m not sure how much of that I can take.”

Bucky lay upon his stomach, arms buried beneath the pillow he smushed to his face as he slept. His body sore from the previous week's worth of labor, taking advantage of his day off by sleeping in past breakfast time. Somehow he had actually gotten a decent night’s rest, whether that was from the exhaustion or his reconciliation with Y/N was anybody’s guess.

He had missed how close they used to be, hating how he had listened to the fear and completely cut her from his life. She was his raft and without her he had been sinking, deeper and deeper until he hit the bottom. He knew full well they could never be anything more, but he hated himself for not allowing a friendship at least. It would have helped him through so much.

In the past few weeks he continuously ran into her at the diner, sharing more meals with her than he ever had before and getting to know her again. The reconnection quelled some of the worries that usually kept his mind awake. His mind was more at ease.

Unfortunately, a knock at his door disturbed his late morning rest and had him shuffling to the door in only sweats. As he opened the door he was hit by a yawn, the chuckle from the otherside of the threshold snapping him out of his daze. Y/N stood awkwardly shifted weight on the balls of her feet, eyes refusing to meet his which made him take notice of her flushed cheeks. He smiled softly down at her.

“Good morning.” She cleared her throat and shook her head as if his voice had shaken her from her discomfort and held an envelope out to him. “What’s this?”

“Your pay, I think. Becca said Thomas dropped it off at the Diner cause he had a busy day out of town and didn’t have time to stop by. She’s working a double today and asked if I could deliver it. So, there you go. Sorry to wake you on your day off.” She spoke fast and he was barely awake enough to keep up, running a hand through his hair and nodding along.

“Thank you. But Becca could have given it to me at dinner tonight.” Her eyes snapped up to meet his, her features painted with shock.

“Oh.” Her voice was small as she remained frozen in place, unsure how to make a polite exit without just walking away. “Well, um, you’re welcome I guess. I’m gonna go now… see you around…”

Bucky didn’t even formulate a response before she had already made her way down the sidewalk with one final glance back at him from over her shoulder. Something about their relationship was different, and not just because he had cut her out of his life. It was more about the way she tiptoed around looking at him, and how she avoided eye contact if he was in a tank or less. This hadn’t been the first time she had blushed at the sight of him.

A few days ago Becca had brought Y/N, on her day off, to bring the workers some lunch that his mother had made. When she approached he wasn’t paying much attention and had gone to wipe some of the sweat from his face onto his tank top, exposing his midriff which resulted in a blushing Y/N holding out his portion of the food at a distance.

Ever since Y/N had been awkward during the first couple of minutes of conversation they had whenever they ran into one another in town. He was baffled, Steve was not.

“Oh, come on you cannot seriously be that thick.”

“How kind of you to notice. Mind explaining what I’m missing?” Steve sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Listen, you are not an ugly guy alright?”

“Gee thanks buddy, care to elaborate?” Steve was beginning to look as though he wanted to smack Bucky upside the head and be done with it all.

“She all flustered because you’re an attractive guy constantly showing off your body in front of her.”

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “And we both know why that can’t happen.”

“Buck, I don’t want to have that old argument again so can we slow the roll on the girl problems and get to what you need for the house?”

“Alright, alright.”

He paced the floor of his bedroom deep in thought, adrenaline jump starting his anxiety and sending him into panic. The few nights of dreamless sleep had ended in an intense nightmare in which he relived the death of his best friend. They had served together for so long, becoming brothers somewhere in the process. Both moving to New York and sharing an apartment for a while before he was killed in a hit and run.

Will had pushed him out of the way before the car struck, he was killed on impact. Bucky could still see his lifeless body lying on the asphalt.

The images flashed in his mind even after waking in a cold sweat, his heart still pounding as he struggled to calm himself. He was panicking and losing all rationality. His fingers dialed the number before his mind could stop him and he saw her racing across the street at a record speed.

After opening the door he pulled her in and shoved the door shut, his arms wrapping around her torso tightly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She was in shock for a few moments before she lowered her arms to rest on his bare shoulders and ran a hand up into his hair. Her fingers gently ran through his hair as she whispered comfort in his ear.

“Hey.” She pulled away from him, hands on the sides of his face and eyes gazing into his fearlessly. “Let’s get you to the couch, yeah?”

Slowly she moved him to where his head lay in her lap, her finger still running through his hair and putting him at ease. When his breathing began to regulate she had him drink a glass of water and watched him nervously. He could tell she was on edge about this, scared for him. And he already regretted bringing her into it.

But she had been the one to comfort his nightmares the first month after his dad died, staying at his house every night. She had been his greatest comfort, and he had repaid her kindness with a knife in the back. It was his greatest regret.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She spoke softly, tone hesitant as she scooted closer to him on the couch. “I think it will help.”

He desperately wanted to avoid the conversation, but he knew it would come up later whether she meant to bring it up or not. Because it was the very reason that New York had lost its charm and he had packed for home. And he wanted her to trust him, to feel like she could call him should she ever need comfort or help. If he didn’t show her that rebuilding was possible she would never trust that they could.

“When I was overseas…” Once he started he couldn’t stop, it had been months of silence and pushing down his pain. Bucky had been hiding his loss from any who didn’t know about Will, even Steve didn’t know the exact context of why he returned.

Though he only spoke one of the secrets he had been keeping, the release of the words felt cathartic. She pulled him into a hug and he immediately knew he had made the right decision. It had been so long since they had talked about anything deeper than small talk or light catch up, he hadn’t realized how much he had missed it. Missed her.

“I’m sorry. I never should have pushed you away.”

“Buck-”

“I know I said it before, but I need you to know I meant it. I have missed you so much, almost gone to call you a billion times before realizing I didn’t have your number.” A tear slid down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away, sniffling.

“I always thought you just left me behind because I wasn’t good enough.” His chest tightened, heart hurting at the thought of her believing that.

“No.” He shook his head, eyes tearing away from her because if he kept looking he would tell the full truth and she would never want to see him again. “I let the fear and pain I was drowning in sweep me away. I never should have closed off from you, the one person who could have helped me.”

“I’m here now.” She placed a hand over his heart, sincerity in her eyes before she recoiled with crimson in her cheeks. “Now would you please put on a shirt before answering the door you heathen.”

He smiled before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder and spinning around. She squealed, hand smacking his back lightly as she began to laugh like a mad woman.

“Who’s a heathen now?”

“Still you, ya brute.” He dropped her onto the couch and the two fell into a fit of laughter, eyes sharing a look of nostalgia. “But a brute I will invite to my birthday party.”

“Party, eh? They still throwing you big parties in that old barn?” She nodded, rolling her eyes with a small shrug.

“I’m turning 27, I don’t think I need a big party full of people. Not really my scene.”

“How ‘bout this then. We go to that party, say hello to everyone, do at least one dance after cake, and afterwards we can do something just the two of us. Something more laid back.” She held out her hand and they shook on it, smiles bright.

“Wanna go paint my room?” Y/N stood with her hands on her hips and a brow arched, smiling mischievously.

Bucky stood and began to make his way to the door when Y/N stopped him in his tracks and gestured to his bare chest.

“Right, shirt. Give me a second.” She shook her head, waiting at the front step for him to catch up. He crossed the street in a few swift steps and followed her up to her apartment.

“You’re gonna want your hair out the way, sit.” He complied, rolling his eyes as she pulled strands of his hair back into a small feather duster of a ponytail. A few shorter strands fell down and framed his face. She shrugged and muttered a good enough.

They moved her mattress and bed frame from the room, emptying all the contents into the small living room. Covering the floor, taping over the trim, and getting the paint and brushes out they were ready to begin.

Hours later they had paint splatters on their jeans and Bucky’s white tank top now had a purple print painted on. Purple covered the walls and a few drops made their way onto their faces, a stripe across the bridge of her nose and a smudge along his cheek. Y/N refused to let him wash up before getting a photo on her camera. The two looked like a hot mess, her piggy backing and resting her cheek against his.

“Why does this look so familiar?” She held the camera in her hands and her brow furrowed. “Oh my god.”

Y/N ran into the living room without another word and Bucky followed, perplexed by her behavior. She began searching through her things until finally producing a shoe box with his name on it.

“Um. What’s that.” She pulled him over to her breakfast bar and sat on one of the stools before opening up the box. His eyes scanned the photos inside, saddened that there were so few but comforted by the fact that she still had the pictures at all.

“This is our box, Becca and I have one. And that other one is for our trio.” He chuckled softly as she began to sift through the pictures until she found what she was looking for. The very photo that he had seen in his mother’s house, the one hanging amongst the photos of his family. “We did an accidental recreation.”

The two photos side by side were uncanny, apart from the ridiculous amount of purple paint in one of them. The same pose, and he was looking at her instead of the camera again.

“I gotta get this printed, for here and your mom’s.” Bucky stood behind her, eyes flickering between the two photos.

“She’d like that.” Y/N glanced over her shoulder at him and he was suddenly acutely aware of how close their faces were and how fast his heart was racing.

And he was terrified.

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Richie had been six years old when he had first learned he had a soulmate. The memory was a bit fuzzy around the edges, having happened twelve years ago. Still, he remembered it all the same. He had gotten a song stuck in his tiny head on a warm summer's day, only his tiny little head knew that he did not know the song stuck in it. Being only six years old and not having the resources to figure this out on his own, he asked his mother. Her response is what makes Richie so fond of this memory. With a voice as soft as silk in a lullaby tone, Maggie Tozier told her son about his soulmate.

“You are hearing this song because your soulmate is listening to it.”

“Mommy, what’s a soulmate?”

“A soulmate is the person you are going to meet one who you will love and who will love you. Your soulmate and you are like puzzle pieces, you have your little picture but once you find them, you two will create an even bigger, more wonderful picture.”

“What if I don’t like my soulmate, Mommy?” Richie did not understand why that made his mother laugh.

“You will like your soulmate, I promise you that. Now, what do you want for lunch?” Richie was still worried a bit about the idea that his soulmate and he would not get along but the rumble of his stomach quickly overtook his thoughts.

The next time Richie thought about his soulmate, he was fourteen. He was a freshman in high school when he meets a firecracker of a girl named Beverly Marsh. Once he had gotten to know her he had kind of hoped that she was his soulmate. They got along great they had finished each other's sentences on more than one occasion. This thought train did not last long though.

Richie being the curious little bugger he goes on to ask Beverly, “What type of music does your soulmate listen to?” Bev smiled as she told him.

“New Kids on the Block.” Richie doesn't think he has ever laughed so hard.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin with me Marsh, its the twentieth-first century and you want me to believe that your soulmate listens to New Kids on the Block?”

“Richie sometimes I wish it was all a joke but they do.”

“How do you stand that? You have gotta dislike them for that!” Beverly looked at Richie as if he had just grown two more heads and three more arms.

“Richie… they are my soulmate. I’m going to meet them one day and fall in love with them. You do know the definition of soulmate right?”

“Your soulmate listens to New Kids on the Block, how in love with them can you fall?” Beverly just laughed.

“What kind of music does your all high and mighty soulmate listen to than you dick?”

“They listen to all that top 40’s bullshit. It’s the worst,” Richie let out a loud gasp that made Beverly jump, “What if I make history as the first person to hate their soulmate!”

“Fuck off Tozier,” Bev said between laughs, “I was joking early when I asked if you knew what a soulmate was but now I am actually concerned. Besides, I would be more worried about how your soulmate feels about you.” Richie let out a loud laugh that was genuine but this little voice still ebbed away at the back of his mind about all these what if’s. The subject of soulmates was dropped as Bev said she was itching for a smoke but Richie could not help but think about this supposedly wonderful person he was supposed to fall in love with.

Richie decided later that very night that there was no way he could fall in love with his soulmate. This had been decided because just as Richie was trying to go to sleep his soulmate had decided to listen to some music. Richie did not really know the song but he had heard it before. It was sung by some shitty boy band name something Direction, all Richie knew was that it was going to be a long long long night.

Richie Tozier was now in his first year of college. He had been accepted into NYU on a major scholarship where he was studying theater. New York is not exactly where Richie wanted to go but he has decided that it is okay for right now. Richie had been waiting to live in any sort of dorm for school ever since he saw an episode of Zoey 101. Beverly had helped him realize that college would not be like an episode of Zoey 101, but he was excited all the same. By the time he had gotten to his dorm building he was even more excited. This was the beginning of his college experience and for most of the rise to NYU from Derry, his soulmate had been listening to Africa by Toto. With a deep breath Richie opening the door and walked right into someone. The collision sent the person to the floor which upon contact they made an “umph!” sound that Richie swears is the cutest sound he has ever heard.

“Wow! I just got here and someone's already fallen for me!” Richie stuck out his hand in an offer to help the stranger up. The stranger looked at Richie's hand to his face. “I promise I don’t bite, I mean not unless you want me to,” Richie winked. The stranger’s face was starting to turn red, whether it was from anger or Richie’s flirting was yet to be determined. After what felt like ages the boy upon the ground accepted his hand.

“Are you always like this?” The stranger asked with a clear quizzical expression written all his face.

“Nah, only with you and your mom” Richie smiled, he had just gotten to college and he had already met a cute boy.

“That is fucking gross and I’ve got to go, so bye?” Richie could have giggled at the cute in front of him. This stranger was trying not to be awkward and failing miserably. Richie didn’t want to but he let the cute stranger by him. Riche didn't even know this man's name but he hoped he would get to see him again. He got a weird but good feeling from being around him.

By the time Richie got to his dorm room his roommate had already come and gone. The small room had nearly identical sides, there were two small desks placed at the end of the two small beds. The only difference in what was provided was one side had the door and the other had a window. From how his roommate's side was set up Richie was not sure if he and his roommate would get along. His dorm mate seemed clean and organized while Richie would consider it lucky if he had brought a single pair of matching socks. Without a second thought, he tossed his bags to the side of his new bed and plopped down upon it, having decided earlier that day that he would probably not unpack at all that day. With nothing else to-do he stuck his earbuds in putting on some random playlist he made only god knows when on his phone. With the first few chords of Wonderwall playing in his ears Richie closed his eyes letting an exhaustion he was unaware of taking over him.

Richie was awoken with a slam of a door. He could not see who the person was due to the fact his glasses fell off his face during his nap, but he could tell they were angry. In a blind reach for his glasses, Richie let out a yawn. If Richie was not awake before he certainly was now, his roommate had not been aware of his presence until he had let out that yawn and in that surprise his roommate let out a scream. Once Richie found his glasses he saw that his roommate was, in fact, the cute stranger from earlier.

“Holy fuck cutie, there are better ways to let me know you’re a screamer.” Richie was wearing he signature shit-eating grin as he said all this.

“You,” The stranger yelled as if he had just seen Richie kick his dog, “I do not want to hear anything from you! At least not after the hour and a half that I’ve just had!”

“Did our meeting leave your panties wet sweet cheeks?”

“No! And don’t call me that! My name is Eddie!”

“Well Ed’s, if it's not me then what’s got your panties in a twist?” Richie felt a weird tug in his chest at the fact it wasn’t their meeting that had the boy so worked up. In an effort to distract himself he looked at his phone. It was still playing Wonderwall which means Richie must have accidentally put it on repeat, Richie felt a little bad for his soulmate but he doubts they’ll remember this by the time they meet.

“That’s not my name you,” Eddie took a few moments of careful consideration on what to call Richie, “you trashmouth!” Richie let out at a laugh, this guy was cute and funny. “I was trying to get a look around the campus but my asshole of a soulmate decided that he was going to listen to the same song for the last hour and a half!” Richie grimace at that, he had been stuck in similar situations thanks to his soulmate before.

“Aw poor Eddie Spaghetti, what did your ever so cruel love of your life force into your head?” Richie was a curious person, asking about a soulmate though could be heavy stuff though, especially with someone he had just met. Yet something pulled his mind towards this question.

“That stupid ass Wonderwall song!” Richie felt his smile drop. For the first time in his life Richie Tozier was speechless. All he seemed able to do was stare at the boy in front of him. It was Richie's first day of college and he had already met a cute, funny boy who seemed to be his soulmate. Eddie jumped a little as Richie clapped his hands as he stood up.

“Well my dearest Ed’s, I’ve got good news and bad news!” Eddies looked at him confused as to what he was implying. “I happen to like that ‘stupid ass Wonderwall song,” Eddie's eyes widened in realization. “Also my name is Richie Tozier and I think I’m your soulmate.”

“Richie!” Richie liked the way his name sounded with Eddie’s voice saying it. “How can you seem so sure.”

“Because the moment I met you I knew you were going to be an important puzzle piece of my life. Also for the past hour and a half, I might have accidentally had Wonderwall on repeat, but consider that as payback to your One Direction phase.”

“I was fourteen!”

“That is no excuse Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie had never known what to expect when it came down to him meeting his soulmate, but after careful consideration of how he felt about his cute college roommate, he figured maybe his soulmate and he would be fine after all.

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