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jordie-gvf · 1 year

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gone pt 2, danny wagner

warnings : fluff, angst, language

word count : 2.5k +

pt 1

Jake had consoled his brother as he sobbed in his arms. Danny pulled away from Jake and tried to speak through his choked sobs.

“I fucked up, man.”

“Lets go over to the couch and we can discuss this entire situation, okay?”

Danny nodded and let Jake help him up onto his feet. Jake helped Danny walk over to the couch and sat him down.

Jake sat closer to Danny and let Danny rest his head on his shoulder. Jake stroked Danny’s hair, trying to comfort him in this sad moment.

Meanwhile, Y/N had decided not to go to Michigan, but was halfway to Alessandra’s house, who had been Y/N’s best friend since high school. The two started cheering at the same time and instantly became best friends.

Y/N had called Alessandra and let them know what was going on. As always, they welcomed Y/N and Montana into their loving home.

When Y/N had arrived at Alessandra’s house, they met the two Wagner girls outside. Y/N walked straight to Montana’s side and grabbed her car seat. She had fallen asleep as soon as they left the house.

Y/N went straight into the arms of her best friend, in the same way Danny had done Jake. Alessandra did their best to comfort Y/N.

Alessandra directed Y/N inside and said to get the bags later. Y/N and Alessandra walked upstairs to the guest bedroom and sat down on the bed Y/N would be sleeping in.

“Tell me everything,” Alessandra said, as Sam, who was Alessandra’s boyfriend, went outside to grab your bags from the car.

Y/N’s POV:

As soon as you left the house, you regretted it. You regretted leaving Danny there by himself in his lonesome.

You had contemplated turning around and seeing if he even noticed that you left. A few minutes after you left the house, your phone started to blow up. You had a number of phone calls and text messages from Daniel and Jake.

When you arrived at Alessandra and Sam’s house, you turned your phone off. Alessandra had set up the guest bedroom for you and Montana, making you feel at home for the next few days.

Montana had fallen asleep in the bed as soon as you laid her down. You grabbed her thin blanket and covered her.

“Tell me everything,” Alessandra said, getting up to close over the bedroom door. They came back over and sat with you on the bed, placing a loving hand on your knee.

“He’s never home. When he is, he's either asleep or in his studio. I never see him anymore.”

You got teary eyed at the words you were speaking. You loved Danny and you knew he loved you, but he loved music more.

You wiped your eyes and continued talking, “He comes home from either being at the studio recording or he’s out with everyone at a bar somewhere. He's out till 2 or 3 AM and comes home to eat cold food and goes to bed, and he does it all over again.”

“As you know, tonight was our anniversary. We’ve been together for 7 years and he didn’t even remember our anniversary. I made him pierogies, which is his favorite thing and he never ate them warm. It’s a vicious cycle and I can’t keep doing this to myself. The worst part, he is never home with Montana.”

You had laid your head on their shoulder and they rubbed the side of your head. “I just don’t know what to do anymore. I love him and I just want him to be around. I miss him. I miss my Daniel.”

You had started to drift off to sleep while you laid on Alessandra’s shoulder. You opened your eyes and asked them, “Can we talk about this in the morning? I’m real tired.”

They nodded and stood up off the bed. They walked in front of you and kissed the top of your head, then made their way to the door to leave you be.

Sam must’ve brought everything in for you, because your purse, your suitcase, and Montana’s bag were placed outside the door.

Alessandra brought them into the room and you unzipped and laid the suitcase out on the floor. You grabbed your favorite pajamas, which happened to be a pair of linen pants and a shirt, and went into the bathroom to change.

You were too tired to wash your face and take off your makeup, so you focused on Montana. You put her bag on the bed and changed her while she slept and put warm pajamas on her.

You put everything back onto the floor and decided you would pack everything away tomorrow morning. You untucked the comforter and the top sheet off the bed and got under the covers.

After tossing and turning, you finally fell asleep.

Surprisingly, Montana slept all through the night. You woke up around 8 and got out of bed to arrange everything in the empty drawers.

Once all of Montana’s clothes were in the drawers, you started on yours. You were close to putting everything away, when you noticed one of Danny’s sweaters in the suitcase. You most likely packed it by accident, but you still decided to put it in the drawer.

You ended up putting the sweater on and inhaling the scent of your sweet boy. You had finished unpacking and grabbed a ring sling from your diaper bag. Montana was still sleeping and you had changed her when you first got up.

You wrapped her around you and headed for the kitchen. You wanted to thank Alessandra and Sam for what they did for you last night, so you made them some breakfast.

You started a pot of coffee and then continued cooking. You made blueberry pancakes, eggs, and sausage for the three of you and cut up some kiwi and banana for Montana.

You finished everything up as Alessandra had come downstairs.

“What is all this, ma’am?!”

“I made you breakfast.”

“For?”

“For letting her and I stay here.”

“You’re welcome here anytime, you know that.”

Sam was trudging down the stairs as he heard the two of you talking, “What smells so good?”

Alessandra turned to him and said, “Our house guest decided to make us breakfast, can you believe her?”

Sam piped up and said, “Can Y/N stay here forever?”

You laughed at him and responded, “Sorry, I’ve gotta go home eventually. I need to get my phone, make sure he’s all right.”

Alessandra went into the room you were in and grabbed it from the nightstand, “I put it in there last night for you.”

You smiled at their kindness and turned your phone back on. Sam grabbed a cup of coffee and a plate of food and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Y/N, I don’t know if you noticed, but I brought her high chair in last night. Here, I'll take her,” Sam said, and grabbed Montana out of the ring sling and placed her in the chair.

Once Alessandra, Sam, and Montana had their food, you grabbed yours. Your phone had been turned on by now, so you looked at your text messages, about 50 from Jake and a whopping 300 from Danny.

You looked at Danny’s first, which most of them were asking where you were and if you were safe. By 11:30 PM, the texts stopped, which means he must’ve fallen asleep.

You had finished eating when the doorbell rang. Alessandra looked at you confused and went to go get the door. Sam had a bashful look on his face when you turned and looked at him.

“Sam, what did you do?”

“I might’ve told him where you were. I wasn’t expecting him to come here.”

You sighed and grabbed Montana out of her high chair. You hid in a spot where Danny couldn’t see you, but you could still hear him.

Alessandra opened the door and there he stood. Hair disheveled, clothes hanging halfway off his body, and dark circles under his eyes.

“Please, I need to see her. Give me five minutes. I need to know that they're okay. That’s my daughter in there.”

You turned the corner and took a good look at him. He noticed his sweater donning your body. Alessandra turned to you and you nodded.

They let him in and Sam got up and gravitated to Danny. Alessandra came over to you and asked, “Do you want Sam and I to take her out to the park?”

You nodded and handed Montana to them and went into the bedroom you were in to get your diaper bag.

You went back out to the living room and saw Danny sitting on the couch of their home, waiting for you.

Sam and Alessandra took Montana to the neighborhood park, leaving you and Danny alone. You motioned your head towards the guest bedroom and closed the door behind you. You took his sweater off and told him to get in the shower.

He listened to you and went into the bathroom as you went upstairs to get some clothes for him. You went back into the bedroom and heard him crying in the shower. You peeked into the bathroom and saw him sitting on the shower floor.

You got undressed and went into the bathroom to sit on the floor with him. He was startled by the shower door opening, so he whipped his head around and looked at you.

You sat right next to him and didn’t care about your hair getting wet. You hugged your knees and he rested his head on your shoulder. You let go of your knees and wrapped your arms around him, letting him cry into you.

You stood onto your knees and embraced him tightly. He grabbed onto you and sobbed into your stomach. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you.

You had shed a few tears for your lover and the two of you eventually ended up laying on the shower floor, letting the water hit you. He laid on his back next to you and you were laying on your side, stroking the side of his face.

He had stopped crying, but was still sniffling. He tried to lighten the mood by saying, “How dirty do you think this shower floor is?”

You laughed and told him, “I really don't care how dirty it is, but we should get out, I got you some clothes.”

You stood first, extending your hand to Danny to help him get up. You turned the water off and grabbed a towel from the hook.

You dried off and grabbed your comfiest sweat set, followed by your slippers. Danny had gotten dressed as well and asked you, “Can we talk about last night?”

You opened the bathroom door and nodded, going over to sit on the bed. He followed your steps and sat right next to you.

You could tell he was getting emotional, because he wouldn't meet your eye. You put your hand on his shoulder as if you were telling him that everything was going to be alright.

He rested his head on your hand and nuzzled into it.

He inhaled, “Listen, I love you. I love you more than I love myself. You are my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without you. I haven’t been a very good boyfriend, and on top of that, I haven’t been a very good father. I remember when she was born, how excited I was to finally hold my little girl.”

He started crying again, so you scooted closer to him and held him in your arms. He sniffed and continued talking, “I love her so goddamn much and I’m never around her. My own daughter doesn’t even know who I am. I’m never home, I never spend any time with either of you. I’m always at the studio or I’m out with the guys.”

He stopped to take a breath and then choked on his sobs. You rubbed his arm and told him, “Danny, I love you. And Montana loves you. We both love you. I have supported you for seven years and I would never try to stop you from doing what you love.”

You had started to cry from seeing him cry, so he put his hand on your thigh and rubbed your clothed skin with his thumb.

You took your hand off his shoulder and grabbed his face and turned his head to look at you. He looked in your eyes and spoke again, “I’ve been so busy with the guys I never thought about you guys. The single came out and I wasn’t focused on you when I should’ve been. I missed our anniversary and I can never make that up. I just hope you aren’t too upset with me, I would be nothing without you.”

“Daniel Wagner, it was very upsetting, but I could never leave you. I wouldn’t do that to Montana.”

He grabbed your chin and lightly kissed you. “I love you Y/N, so very much.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

He stood up off the bed and kneeled in front of you. He pulled something out of the nightstand drawer, a blue velvet box.

“Bluebird, I am so undeniably in love with you. I could never live my life without you. I wouldn’t survive. I can’t imagine what life would be like without you, so will you be in it forever?”

You put your hands on his shoulders and nodded profusely. He took the ring out of the box and delicately placed it on your left ring finger.

He leaned into you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled him on top of you and kissed him graciously.

You laid back on the bed and shimmied your slippers off to lay in bed with him.

NO ONES POV :

Sam and Alessandra had arrived home with Montana to a quiet home. Alessandra grabbed Montana and walked over to the guest bedroom. They lightly knocked on the door but heard no answer.

They opened the bedroom door to Danny and Y/N lying in bed together, asleep. Alessandra smiled and walked over to your side of the bed. They shook you awake and told you that they were putting Montana in the bed.

You moved over so Alessandra could put him in the bed. Danny woke up from the commotion and lightly pulled Montana close to him. He laid on his back and put her on his chest.

You cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arm around you. Alessandra saw your hand and gasped, grabbing your hand and looking at it.

Once they were done admiring your ring, they left the room. Danny kissed the side of your head as Montana fell asleep on his chest.

“I love you, Danny.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Wagner.”

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner angst #danny gvf #danny wagner fic #danny wagner fanfiction #danny wagner fluff #daniel wagner #danielrwagner #greta van fic #greta van fluff

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spritegraphic · 2 years

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Carrot and General Beetfoot from Pajama Sam 3: You Are What You Eat From Your Head To Your Feet for PC, composed by George “The Fat Man” Sanger and Joe McDermot.

#pajama sam #PC #George “The Fat Man” Sanger #Joe McDermot #music

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zentendo · 4 months

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Humongous Entertainment Brings Classic Adventures to Switch with Pajama Sam 3 and Freddi Fish 4!

If you’re a Nintendo Switch enthusiast with a penchant for classic point-and-click adventures, brace yourselves for a nostalgic treat! Humongous Entertainment is set to drop two of their beloved titles, Pajama Sam 3 and Freddi Fish 4, on the Nintendo Switch eShop come December 21st. Pajama Sam 3: “You Are What You Eat From Your Head To Your Feet” Embark on a whimsical journey with Pajama Sam as…

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#Classic Games #Freddi Fish 4 #holiday discounts.#Humongous Entertainment #Nintendo eShop #nintendo switch #nostalgic gaming #Pajama Sam 3 #point-and-click adventure #Wild West

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light-and-heartful · 4 years

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Am I the only one who can see a crossover promotion between Team Fortress 2 & Humongous Entertainment (for those 90s kids who are into nostalgia)

the way it would work is that when you play certain Humongous Entertainment games all the way through, as well as do some new achievements added to the games, you’d also unlock special cosmetics based off the path you taken in that playthrough (and they’re not like styles, they’re separate items, so if you want a different styles, you’d have to do another playthrough of the game that has the style that that path is in), and they include:

The Rustlers’ Outfit used for Freddi & Luther to get past the guard from “Freddi Fish 4 the Case of the Hogfish Rustlers of Briny Gulch” [with 3 different 10-gallon hats in Pastel Blue, Pastel Orange, & Pastel Purple (and has different styles of just the hat & having Luther inside the hat peeking through the hole as a big Luther Shape would be in the middle of the hat) 3 different belt buckles having either an L, K, or S on it, and ether a bowtie or bandana]

The Safety Helmet pep wears with the red Triangular Flag that has Putt-Putt’s Official Number on it flapping on said helmet from “Putt Putt Enters the Race” (and has different styles of it hanging on a pole attached to it or just hanging from the bottom)

a French Fry Whiffle Bat covered with the condiment that Sam used to cover the Logjam of French Fries so the Egg would eat it allowing Sam to get past it from “Pajama Sam 3: You are What you Eat from your Head to your Feet” [with 9 different ones that has condiment covered all over it (and has different styles of having the condiment bottle spilled on the tip of the bat or not): Ketchup, Mustard, Mayonnaise, Relish, Hot Sauce, Horseradish, Vinegar, Barbeque Sauce, & Teriyaki Sauce] (this is actually a melee weapon that can be used by any class, by the way, but it just doesn’t have any status effects to it)

and the Bowling Shirt used by Spy Fox to disguise himself as a bowler to save Playdoh Pushpin in “Spy Fox 3: Operation Ozone (with 4 different shirts that each have different color schemes: Blue with Pink Trim, Green with Pink Trim, Pink with Blue Trim. & White with Pink Trim, and has 6 different styles for the name patch that is printed on the side: Day, Cecil, Harry, Alice, Dusty, & Betty) (by the way the color of the shirt would still be the same regardless of what team your on, it just will have a big version of the team’s logo on the back)

Top it all off with a crossover trailer for the promotion, where the Heavy crashes in the middle of a Putt Putt game (where the Heavy is 3D animated and the rest is 2D) but makes up for it by offering a sandwich and then parts with Putt-Putt & penguins

do you think that would be a good idea?

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #steam #humongous entertainment #freddi fish #freddi fish 4 #freddi fish 4 the case of the hogfish rustlers of briny gultch #freddi fish 4 the hogfish rustlers of briny gultch #putt putt #putt putt enters the race #pajama sam #pajama sam 3 #pajama sam 3 you are what you eat from your head to your feet #spyfox 3 #spyfox 3 operation ozone #spy fox #spy fox 3 operation ozone #spyfox operation ozone #spy fox operation ozone

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this-is-one-handsome-url · 4 years

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if you know then you know

#pajama sam #humongous entertainment #pajama sam 3 #you are what you eat from your head to your feet

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jinxbabinx · 6 years

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Pajama Sam 3 Pt. 3 - Jen is Scared of Etiquette

@chibidragony Manners are scary and so is celery.

#humongous entertainment #pajama sam #you are what you eat from your head to your feet #pajama sam 3 #video games #childrens games #nostalgia #youtube #gaming channel #point and click #point and click adventure #adventure #adventure game

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sagechanoafterdark · 3 years

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An Old Fashioned Remedy

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, awkward but he still gets laid Bucky, light fingering, some oral, sex, soft ending

A/N: I had the next chapter of Dead Men Tell No Tales finished last night and an unfortunate crash on my google drive lost the entire chapter. So enjoy this while I rewrite it from scratch for you guys. Thank you to my darling wife @iwantutobehapppier for always reading my work for me first to make sure it’s up to par.

It was around 3 am when you woke up out of a dead sleep. Eyes drifting to the digital clock on the bedside table before cursing yourself. Sleeping in new places didn't settle well with you, especially when you didn't feel like they were your own.

It had been more than a month of living with the Avengers and you still couldn't manage to sleep a full night.

Rolling over onto your back with a sigh you closed your eyes and tried to force yourself back to sleep.

It wasn't working.

So with a grumble, you kicked the covers off your body and made your way out towards the kitchen looking for a night remedy you hadn't done in years.

Feet tapping against the cold tiles your finger reached for the light switch and you jumped out of your skin at the shadowy figure standing in the kitchen.

"Fucks sake, Bucky," you cursed holding a hand over your heart. "You scared the hell out of me."

Wincing Bucky stood near the sink in a loose pair of pajama pants and a well-worn t-shirt with a glass of water held in his hand, "Sorry I didn't think anybody would be up. Can't sleep?"

The question piqued your curiosity, a month of living here and the two of you had only briefly spoken before. It was a polite conversation and nothing really out of the ordinary, except Bucky didn’t ask additional questions. From what you’d gathered Bucky only ever had surface conversations with most people, never asking additional questions less it was to Sam or another member of the team.

So this? This was new.

Shaking your head no, Bucky snorted before taking a drink, "Me either."

"Actually I came out here to get help for sleep," you said, drifting over to the counter and reaching into the box on the counter. You pulled out the loaf of white bread from inside and wiggled it in the air.

"Bread? Really?"

Humming you pulled the bread knife out of the block before slicing yourself a thin piece, "It's one of those old-fashioned remedies. Doesn't work every time but it's better than counting sheep."

"Don't think I've counted sheep in a long while, doll."

"Well in that case you want a slice?" You offered, holding out the sizable slice and wiggling your eyebrows. Bucky eyed it suspiciously, brow drawn together and blue eyes flicking from the slice to you and back again. "What do you have to lose Bucky? Just try it."

He took the piece from you slowly, setting his glass down as you cut another slice and started eating it. Soft and pillowy with a perfect crust and flavor, this was quite possibly the best white bread you'd had in a long time.

"So bread huh?"

You nodded, "What I strike you as a chamomile tea kind of girl?"

Shaking his head Bucky smirked, eyes flitting down to the slice in his hand. “Nah, you’re strictly a, two melatonin tablets with a shot of tequila, type.”

You almost choked on your bite, snorting with laughter. Bucky smiled at you and it was then that you realized something. Was, was he flirting with you? With a sudden realization, you looked down at the slice of bread in your hand, it was taking much longer than normal to eat it while Bucky had been tearing his own slice with his fingers. You’d seen the man devour a stack of pancakes the size of his head before, that made zero sense.

Glancing up at him you pretended not to notice how his eyes would flick up and down your body on occasion. Oh my god, he was flirting.

“You this smooth with all the girls you have a crush on?”

This time Bucky choked, sputtering slightly and you smirked, leaning smugly against the counter and enjoying just how red Bucky’s face became, whether it was from embarrassment or lack of oxygen you’ll never know. “That obvious is it?”

“Only when you stare at me,” you said with a hum, tearing the last piece in your hands apart. “Tell you what. You’ve got until I finish my bread to make a move, otherwise…”

He didn’t wait.

Closing in on you so you swiftly, slice of bread tossed onto the counter behind you while his mouth descended onto yours. Bucky leads with his tongue, sliding along the seam of your lips until they parted and the deepest of groans rumbled in his chest. Your hands slid over his chest tangling in the short hairs at the back of his neck, holding your hips before sliding down to your thighs and hiking you up and against the counter.

Your hands pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the floor as he did the same. His hands ghosting over your breasts, grabbing a rough handful, kissing the swell before his mouth took a nipple in a brief lick. Pinching between thumb and forefinger that had tingles shooting through your whole body and your hips rocking against him.

Looking up at you with heavy-lidded blue eyes Bucky smirked before capturing your lips again. The strength in his vibrainum arm jerking your hips roughly against his hard cock, straining and tenting the pajama pants.

“You know. I think. I just. Remembered. Another. Sleep. Remedy.” You managed to get out between kisses.

Bucky groaned against you, “I like the way you think, doll.” His hands pulled you tight against him and you wrapped your legs around his waist. The whirling of his vibrainum arm was barely noticeable as he lifted you from the counter and began steadily walking towards his room.

Getting there was not without incident. His grip slipping as your hips rocked against him forcing him to slide you against the wall briefly, his hand dipping below the band of your shorts and pressing a finger against your soaked folds.

“Already ready for me huh,” he teased against your mouth.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” you snarked back, mewling against his lips when his fingers thrust into you a couple of times. His hands were shoving your sleep shorts down then wrapping your legs around him again leaving them crumpled in the hallway.

Then against the wall next to his door, Bucky managed to shed his pajama pants leaving you both in just your underwear. Before you knew it you were on the bed and honestly, it was a miracle you’d made it here. Bucky's warm body over top of you pressing you into the perfectly made covers.

Leaning back from you Bucky’s thumb traced over your kiss swollen lips briefly, blue eyes studying your face and growling when your lips parted. Teeth nipping at the pad of his thumb before his mouth was on yours once again, the warmth of his vibrainum hand caressed over your thigh briefly before pulling your panties down.

“You feel so damn good,” he said to himself, pecking your lips before trailing down your body. Soft caress of lips dragging down your chest and to the swell of your breast contrasting with rough drag of stubble covering his jaw. The tingle making you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.

“You know it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” he mused, pressing a kiss against the soft inner edge of your thigh. “You gonna tell me how I’m doing, doll?”

Fighting the urge to wiggle you stretched your neck out, feeling every muscle in your body tighten in anticipation, “I’ll be sure to give you feedback.”

Kissing slowly up your calf and the sensitive skin near your knee Bucky slung your leg over his shoulder, before diving between your legs. The touch of his tongue against your clit made your hips jerk up against him and the breath shudder from your lungs and you decided there was no way he hadn’t done this in a long time.

Lapping at your folds Bucky feasted like a man starved, fingers spreading you open as his tongue dipped into you. Tasting your sweet slick and moaning when you squeaked at the sensation. Tides starting rising higher and faster in you as he quickly worked you into a frenzy, cool metal fingers spreading you apart as one dipped inside and his lips wrapped around your clit.

“Bucky,” you shrieked, back arching off the bed and hips bucking against his mouth.

A second metal finger slid into you, pumping, curling, and probing against your soft velvety walls. Heart hammering in your chest, moans and obscenities spilling from your lips as Bucky took you apart. You were well and truly riding his face, hand tangled into his hair as he held you down with an arm wrapped around your thigh.

The coil in your belly ratcheted down tight, the combined feeling of his fingers inside of you and mouth on your clit too much. It snapped before you could warn him, thighs clenching around his head as your back arched and a high-pitched shriek devolved into a moan. Riding out the wave as it ebbed, Bucky’s mouth still lapping at you, fingers slowing with your release.

Legs dropping open you felt positively boneless as you caught your breath. Feeling him laughing against your thigh, lips pressing hot wet kisses against the skin, “Hmm, did I do good?”

Breathing heavily you wiped at the sweat that had formed on your brow briefly with a breathy laugh, “Buck, stop playing around and get up here and fuck me.”

Chuckling Bucky climbed over you again, capturing your lips again as his cock brushed over you, teasing against your clit before sliding just the head in. Your hands grabbed his hips to still him, “Slow Buck.”

“I don’t know if I can go slow,” he growled against your ear, his hips shifting as he sunk in a little further. His breath hitched in your ear as you almost held your breath, his thick cock stretching you perfectly as he seated himself deep into you. “Fuck your tight.”

Tipping your head you pressed a kiss just below his ear as he pulled back, rocking his hips into yours slowly. Your moan mixed with his as his lips brushed against the curve of your jaw. The moment more intimate than you’d expected it to be as he kissed you softly this time, not with the fevered hunger from earlier.

Slow calculated thrusts slowly began turning more jarring, his hips snapping against yours. Spread wide around his frame, a chill prickled through you as he pulled back for better leverage. Blue eyes blew with lust, mouth parted with kiss swollen lips quirked into the smallest of smirks. “Fuck me,” you encouraged with a breath, chanting it over and over again. “Come on Bucky fuck me.”

“You’re so mouthy,” he scolded, flesh hand dropping around your throat holding you in place. You gasped, clenching around him and making his hips stutter in their rhythm. “Like this?”

His hand squeezed around your throat, not choking you but just adding to the pressure in your body. “Yes,” you gasped out. The edge was again rising fast for you, eyes fluttering and muscles tightening as you worked your hips against his. “Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Shit,” the curse slipped from his lips as his hand trailed from your throat down to your breast with a squeeze before dropping to your clit and rubbing in tight circles. “Me too, doll. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You felt your walls tighten around him, fluttering as the coil in your belly snapped. Bucky leaned down capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss of teeth and tongue. His hips bolting forward in three long thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm as he followed quickly. Cock pulsing and twitching as he released inside of you, grunting against your mouth before kissing you deep.

Breathing heavily you felt light as air and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s weight you were sure you’d float to the ceiling. Rolling to the side Bucky pulled you with him, curling you against his chest as exhaustion began to prickle at the edges of your mind.

“Fuck that was….”

“I know,” you giggled, tracing a finger over his chest. “You want me to…”

“No,” he interrupted quickly, arm tightening around you slightly. “Stay here.”

You tried and failed to hide the lovesick grin on your face, “Alright. I’ll stay.”

Quiet stretched between you both and it was then you realized that Bucky’s radio was on. The station playing garbled morning news as the dial read it was just past 5 am. Tipping your head up you looked at Bucky, his eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly in rest.

He must have sensed you looking at him as he lifted his head, looking down at you with a lazy smile. Before dropping back down to the pillow with a contented sigh. You wiggled against him, head resting in the crook of his arm listening to the beat of his heart lull you to sleep.

“G’night Buck,” you mumbled into his chest.

All Bucky could respond with was a soft snore.

That morning Sam woke up promptly at six am. Went for his morning jog. Came back, showered, brushing his teeth, and dressed before leaving for a quiet breakfast. When he came into the kitchen he was surprised to see your tank top hanging from the pendulum light above the kitchen island.

“What the hell,” he wondered aloud, picking up the garment and noticing Bucky’s shirt laying there as well. Peaking down the hallway he spotted your shorts and Bucky’s pants laying in little piles just outside his bedroom door.

Wanda’s conversation with him just a few days ago ringing in his mind, “You don't have to be a mind reader to see the sexual tension between those two.”

Sam cursed to himself, “Now I owe Scott five bucks.”

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #avengers #tfatws #the falcon winter soldier

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ja-pan-ese · 7 months

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Pajama Sam 3: You Are What You Eat from Your Head to Your Feet (1999)

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Fire Dogs

The fires had been blazing for weeks now, inching closer and closer to your home and firefighters were pouring in. You’d decided to stay, the fire was mostly moving away from town, thank god. The mayor had said that people who were willing to stay and help care for the hordes of firefighters pouring into town were appreciated. So even though you were a single Omega, you’d signed up. You could take in 2-6 firefighters depending on if they were willing to share a bed with one another and if you needed to sleep on the couch. You’d been assigned 3 men, all from New York City, one a Captain and all of them Alphas.

When you open the door as they walk up your sidewalk the first, a man with light hair and blue eyes, gives you a tight smile.

“Hi, welcome. I have a dog, is that okay?” The three men don’t even have to look at one another before all nodding yes. “Great, come on in.” You move out of the doorway and the three men come into the house.

“Thank you so much for opening your home to us.” The first man says, god he smells good, like sandalwood and lavender.

“It’s the least I could do.” You introduce yourself as your dog comes trotting into the room, Cooper’s tail wagging wildly. “But you can call me Fawn, and this is Cooper.”

“Sorry, I’m Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.” The first man says introducing himself and the two men with him.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” You lead them upstairs and show them each to a room. Bucky takes your first spare room, Sam the second and Steve is in the master.

“Buck, you’ve got third shift, Sam you’re on first and I’m on second.”

“Do we start today?” Bucky asks as you make your way downstairs, you were given a small packet for the guys, things you would need to know like allergies, presentation, emergency contacts and dietary restrictions. All three are simple, no dietary issues, no allergies, Alphas, Sam has his wife Carol as his emergency contact but Steve and Bucky, or James as he’s listed, both have Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s sister.

You get started on dinner and Sam wanders down into the kitchen bringing his

“So, why didn’t you leave town?”

“Nowhere to go. And the fire is heading away from here so hopefully everything will stay away from town.”

“The smoke doesn’t bother you?”

“I mean it’s not great but as long as Coop and I are okay I plan on staying. I’ve got some stuff packed up in my car and ready to go but I just haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”

“That’s fair. We do really appreciate you doing this. Letting us stay here.” He’s got such a soothing presence about him that you forget he’s an Alpha until his scent washes over you.

“It’s the least I can do,” you tell him with a smile, “so what does first shift mean?”

“Oh, it’s the really early shift, like 4am. Steve will be out running a crew since he’s a Captain back home and he’s around 10am then Bucky is 4pm.”

“What will I need for you in the morning? Breakfast? Coffee? Energy bars?”

“Coffee would be great. I usually take it with milk.” You jot down coffee and milk on a sheet of paper.

“How do the other two take their coffee?”

“Barnes likes it black, like a psychopath and Steve likes it with cream and sugar so he can’t taste the coffee.” You laugh and jot down creamer.

“Any chance you know what kind of creamer he likes?”

“Caramel I think.”

“I can always ask him too. I’ll set the coffee to go off at 3:15 for you.”

“Thank you.” Sam says as he sits down at the island. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Spaghetti. I make the sauce from scratch, from the garden.”

“It smells great.”

“Thanks, should be about a half hour. I’ve got meatballs in the oven and will have some garlic bread and green beans from my garden too.”

“You’re going to spoil us huh?” He says with a grin and you laugh, hoping that your suppressants work like they’re supposed to and keep you presenting as a Beta.

“I don’t get to cook for others often so I’m being a little selfish. Let me know if you need anything from town or want me to get anything. I’ll go shopping for the week tomorrow.”

“Are they paying you to host us?”

“No, but I don’t mind getting you guys stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t offer if it was a problem.” You assure him and after studying you he nods.

“I’ll be sure to let the guys know.” You chat with Sam while you cook. You learn that his wife Carol is an Alpha and a doctor. The Alpha/Alpha pair is uncommon but if it works for them that’s wonderful. You also learn that he, Bucky and Steve served together and that Carol had outranked all three.

It seems that Steve has always been the one to lead their little trio, and when the smell of dinner lures him and Bucky down you include them in the conversation. Bucky, whose scent is oranges and cedar wood, is more chatty and flirty than Steve is but there’s this quiet strength about Steve that’s impossible not to notice.

Sam goes to bed immediately after dinner but Steve and Bucky stay up and watch the news with you. You set the coffee machine for Sam and leave him a note to help himself to anything he wants to eat. Then you bring Cooper outside, he wanders your wildfire lit backyard, the orange glow is spooky and the smell of smoke is thick in the air.

“Come on Coop, it’s bedtime.” You tell him leading him to the living room. Both Steve and Bucky are gone so you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed in the bathroom then head back to the couch where Cooper is laying dead center. “Move it Coop.” He grumbles but gets down, once you’re settled you let him back up on the couch between your feet.

You wake up as Sam closes the fridge.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly. When he turns and sees you sitting up on the couch.

“No it’s okay.” You tell him as Cooper hops off of the couch. You follow him to the back door and let him out.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

“They needed three more beds so I gave them three more beds.”

“We put you out of your room?” He asks with a small frown.

“I sleep more on the couch anyway, I usually fall asleep to one baking show or another.” You tell him with a sleepy smile, you hadn’t meant to tell them they’d taken all your beds but it was too late now.

“This is your home.”

“Seriously Sam don’t worry about it.” You say letting Cooper back into the house. “Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says and you go back to bed on the couch.

The next time you wake it’s 9:00 and you want to make sure that you’ve got something ready for Bucky and Steve for breakfast so you get up. You feed Cooper then let him out again, if there wasn’t the fire you’d let him stay outside as long as he wanted. You sit down on the couch and pull your tablet into your lap. Cooper joins you on the couch as you start to draw your characters.

“Morning.” Steve’s voice is low and soft when he greets you.

“Good morning. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns and bacon in the oven. The pans will be warm.”

“Thanks,” you hear him help himself to food and coffee then he comes out into the living room. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. Don’t let Coop fool you into any food though.”

“No people food for him?”

“Just some fruit and veggies.” You tell him glancing up at the fire captain. “So Sam said you guys were on a 4-10-4 start time but what time are you all home?”

“We’re doing 12 hour shifts, so Sam and Buck don’t overlap but I will with both.”

“Okay, I’ll have dinner ready when you get back. Is there anything that I don’t have that you need? Sam said you liked a certain flavor of creamer.”

“The French vanilla is fine.”

“He said caramel?” You glance over at him again and he has this little shy smile on his face. “I don’t mind, I need to go get groceries anyway.”

“Caramel is my favorite.” He admits and you nod then get back to your drawing. He finishes his breakfast in silence then puts his dishes into the dishwasher, Steve heads back upstairs and you hear him finish getting ready before he comes back down.

“Be safe.”

“Thanks.” He says before closing the door softly behind him.

Bucky sleeps until almost noon, you’ve taken breakfast out of the oven and put it in the fridge. He somehow looks groggy still and you’re worried he didn’t sleep well.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. How are you?” His voice is low and husky.

“Good. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yea I slept great. I could still be asleep to be honest but I might get called in early.”

“Why?”

“There are less guys at base camp right now. Apparently a group of them had some trouble on the way? I don’t know but Steve called.”

“Breakfast is in the fridge if you wanna heat it otherwise I have lunch meat and stuff for sandwiches.”

“I love breakfast food.” He says making his way to the fridge. He starts a cup of coffee then opens the fridge.

You find out that Bucky is a chatter. Which is fine but you’re glad that you’re illustrating today rather than writing because there’s no way you’d be able to focus on writing. He asks you about living in the small town, how you ended up here, about your job, when he finds out you’re an author and illustrator of children’s books he promises to buy his niece a couple books. You tell him to leave his address and you’ll send him a signed copy of the one you’re working on, he excitedly does.

When he leaves at 3:30, not being called in early, you take a break and start on dinner. You want to make sure you’ve got food ready for Sam when he gets back.

Sam comes in at 4:45, Cooper barks excitedly and Sam sinks to the ground and Cooper immediately calms allowing Sam to wrap his arms around him. You don’t say anything, just continue to cook while Sam hugs Cooper to him. You hear him talking softly but you ignore him, whatever he’s saying to Coop is none of your business.

“I’m gonna go take a shower before I eat.” Sam says at full volume, the side of his face still pressed to Cooper’s side.

“That’s fine,” you assure him, “I’ve got about twenty minutes before the rice is done.”

“Okay.” He disappears then Cooper comes wandering into the kitchen. You give him a couple of treats and tell him what a good boy he is.

Sam eats in silence then goes up to his room, you’re pretty sure he goes to bed by 7 but after the day he’s had you can’t blame him.

At 10 you start reheating food for when Steve comes in. Sure enough, 10:30 rolls in and so does Steve. Cooper greets Steve with a wagging tail, Steve gives him a little pat and heads upstairs. You hear the shower turn on and after around 10 minutes Steve is back dropping down on the couch as Cooper puts a head in his lap. Steve absently pets Cooper and you place a plate of food in front of him.

“Thank you.” His tired eyes meet yours and he gives you a little half smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” You tell him sincerely. Cooper stays with his head in Steve’s lap until Steve goes upstairs to bed. You set up your bed on the couch and set your alarm for 3:30 in the morning so you can get food heated for Bucky and coffee and food started for Sam.

You fall asleep still smelling Steve on your couch.

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bicycle4two · 3 years

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say you wanna, say you wanna be || Sam Drake x Reader || Chapter 4

Summary: Sam isn't looking for a girlfriend and, frankly, you don't think you'd be a good one anyway, but you two aren't some one-night stand and it's been a long time since either of you thought of each other as a convenient booty call. This is something more, something the two of you didn't realize would be. It's uncharted territory. And there is no other choice but to figure out how to navigate through it together.

Pairing: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader

Tags(ish): developing relationship, implied/non-explicit sexual content, romance/fluff/hurt/comfort, age difference (though reader’s age is not stated), switching povs (second person reader, third person sam), no y/n but reader has a nickname

C.1 || C.2 || C.3

Chapter Four:

Here’s the thing.

Sam always knew that he and his brother were destined for something great. And, well, he can’t say that greatness didn’t fall on them. Yeah, sure, he spent thirteen years in jail. Who hasn’t? But despite that little hiccup in his life, Sam thinks that he’s done pretty well for himself. He’s discovered a lost city or two, with and without his brother, held some artifacts that were rumored to only be from stories, and tried one of the cigars from Sully’s collection. He even has a place to call his own now, his name on the mailbox downstairs, a doorman who greets him.

Honestly, it’s all he’s ever wanted growing up. More, even. Back in Panama, all he thought he wanted, besides, well, getting out, was to find Avery’s treasure with Nathan. It was that thought that kept him going most days. The idea of finding four hundred million worth of treasure! That was the dream. He and Nathan could finally settle down, or, rather, their version of it. Because they weren’t going to have a normal life. That was never in the cards for them growing up, but it was a nice thought, not having to worry about food or a place to stay.

And Sam hasn’t had to worry about that for a long time. He felt empty after Libertalia, that his story was only just beginning while Nathan’s was coming to a close. There are still things he wants to see, to do.

Time, he realized long ago, was something that he could lose so easily and he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

So he went on more adventures, climbed higher mountains, picked up little trinkets (a habit he got from his little brother, starting his own little collection) along the way to bigger, better things. (It’s just a shame that some things were destroyed along the way, like statues and buildings, but what can he say? It runs in the family.)

But tonight, after a long flight and an uncomfortable chair, all Sam wants to do is go to her and crash on her bed.

Because although Sam has a place to call home, a big apartment that’s filled with his stuff, clothes, souvenirs, a fish…it feels empty. Cold. Even if he had all the money in the world, Sam can’t shake off that feeling that he shouldn’t have too much. That in just a blink of an eye, all this could be gone. Because that has happened before—moving from place to place, packing what you can immediately get your hands on.

Sam wants riches, searches for them all over the world, but deep down he knows he doesn’t know what to do with them. That even if he dreams of more, he only knows how to live with enough.

So, he only has one pillow, a blanket. A towel and an extra, shampoo (the kind that has body soap mixed with it. 2 in 1! What a deal) and deodorant. Clothes, he knows to get the sturdy kind, the kind that won’t rip easily, that stains won’t be too obvious on. Shoes, too. He gets the ones that have good traction, that won’t chafe his feet, won’t deteriorate when wet.

The fish, Jim Hawkins—Jimmy was an attempt to liven up the place. To make it seem homey, to keep him company. But there’s only so much you can do with a fish and Sam can’t deck out Jim’s aquarium any more than he already has. He’s afraid that something would fall on the poor thing, that maybe there’s more inside Jimmy’s castle than meets the eye.

“Welcome home.”

“I’m ho…ome?” Sam drops his bag to the floor, more from being too tired to carry it than shock. He’d resigned to seeing her tomorrow, that it was too late to go over now, but there she is, curled up on his couch, toes peeking out from under a throw blanket. It’s hers. Sam recognizes it easily. It’s the same one she has thrown over her arm chair, the same chair Sam likes to lounge on when he’s found a good book to read.

“How was your trip?” She looks so cozy on his couch. Hands wrapped around an orange mug he’s never seen before, book on her lap. She doesn’t look like she going to get up and Sam can’t blame her. He sort of wants to curl up next to her, somehow squeeze his large frame in the remaining space. “Get me anything nice?”

“I, uh,” Sam’s swallows, blinking. “I’m not dreaming, right? Like, I didn’t get knocked out when I fell off the mountain?”

“You fell off what?” She’s moving to stand up, mug thankfully placed back on the table despite her haste, and Sam doesn’t want her to do that.

“No. No, don’t get up.”

She gets up anyway, blanket falling to the floor, and, oh god, she’s wearing pajamas, oranges printed all over her cotton shorts. She’s by his side in seconds, hands reaching up to his face, bringing him down to her height so she can get a better look at him.

“Ouch,” Sam says, the movement too fast for his aching body. His muscles are sore and the trip home didn’t do them any favors. But she thinks that it’s her fault, that she’s hurt him and her hands are in the air, her eyes wide with both surprise and concern. “It’s not you. It’s just…,” Sam hates to say it, makes him feel old, but, “My back. I hit the ground pretty hard.”

“I feel dumb for asking…but are you okay?” Her hands are back on him, her touch gentle and giving comfort Sam didn’t know he needed. She doesn’t seem to know what to do first, how to check for injuries, but the thought is enough, her being here is enough, makes him feel better.

“Well, I’m alive,” Sam brings up his hand to push her hair away from her face. It’s soft, slightly damp from a shower. Oh. He probably needs one of those. “Nothing a hot shower can’t fix.”

“Can you…,” she hesitates, sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and Sam bends down on reflex, damn his back, and kisses her. She relaxes, sighs, and pulls away, blushing. “Uhm, I, huh?”

“Can I…?” Sam prompts, smirking.

“Now I’m embarrassed to ask.”

“C’mon, princess, don’t leave me hanging. What is it?”

“Can you, uh, do you need help?”

“Do I need help?” Sam grins. “In the shower? Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

…

Sam mentioned it to Nathan before, when they were in Italy, trying to find their way into the Rossi Estate. When you’re locked up with no hope of being let out, it’s the little things you miss the most.

And Sam didn’t think that there was much to miss anymore now that he was out. He can ride his motorcycle anywhere he wants, go to his own bathroom any damn time he pleases, shower, eat, sleep, drink without permission. He can call Nathan and Sully and Elena without request, without reason. He can stay indoors or go outside without a schedule. He can live. The simple joys of being alive, Sam is able to enjoy them now, in much a greater magnitude than he has ever before.

Citrus, he remembers telling Nathan, he had missed the smell of citrus. The novelty of fresh fruit. The refreshing scent, the taste. The sweetness on his tongue.

“Clementine,” Sam gasps out without thinking, his mind stuck on things he missed and maybe this last trip had gone on longer than he liked.

He’s brought back to earth when the movement stops, even when he adjusts his grip, tries to get her going again, to move her hips the way he knows they both like. He opens his eyes to look at her when she doesn’t budge and she’s frowning at him, there’s a wrinkle between her eyebrows. An angry look.

“That’s not my name,” she says and it looks like she’s going to get off of him and, goddammit, why does she keep doing that?

“What?” Sam’s confused, blood not quite in his head.

“You called me Clementine.” Her tone is upset. Hurt. Sam’s never heard her speak like this before. “Who the hell is that?”

“Shit,” Sam breathes out. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Yeah. No shit.” And there she goes, lifting herself off of him as quickly as she had sunk onto him half an hour ago. Sam lets out a grunt. His ribs are bruised yet she flattens her hands on his chest to support herself. She’s doing it on purpose. She was careful before. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to do this, but I guess I was wrong.”

Sam’s cold without her, for more reasons than one, and he knows that if he doesn’t say something, anything, now, she’s going to be out that door before he can even finish saying Hail Mary. And no amount of prayer, to any sort of god out there, is going to bring her back.

So, Sam swallows down his pride, and says, “It’s you.”

“Yeah, I heard you say that before. ‘Just you.’ How can I-I be so stu-stupid?” Her voice wavers and shit she’s crying, isn’t she? He made her cry.

“And I mean that. Hey, come here.” Sam doesn’t want to hold her too tightly, afraid to hurt her, but he has to know that she isn’t going to leave, that she’s going to stay and listen to him. She turns to look at him, tears flowing down her cheeks, nose red, lips quivering, and Sam’s heart just about breaks. He did that. He’s never felt more like an asshole. “It is just you. It has been since the start. I promise.”

She doesn’t say anything. Just waits. And Sam feels like he’s back in school, standing in front of his class, giving a presentation.

“I, uh, did I ever tell you that I was in prison once?” Sam manages to get out. He always knew he was going to have this conversation with her, knew that with how their relationship was going, he couldn’t keep her in the dark much longer, but he had hoped that he would at least be wearing pants for this.

“No,” she breathes out, wiping her nose with a tissue she got from his bedside table. Huh. Was that tissue box always there? Anyway. “But I figured.”

“The tattoos?”

“No,” she says again and by some miracle there’s a smile on her lips. It’s small, gone with a blink of an eye, but Sam knows what he saw, has all of her smiles memorized. “Someone like you just has the talent of getting into trouble.”

And Sam can’t help it. He lets out a laugh because it’s true. She knows him.

“Well, I can’t deny that. But anyway,” He clears his throat. Was talking always this hard? “When I was in prison. In Panama—that’s important. This was when I was in Panama. I was there for thirteen years and, Jesus, time moves differently there. It’s like the days can’t go by fast enough but next thing you know a year has passed by, two, three, and you’ve lost your youth because some asshole decided to get all stabby with the guard.”

The words are spilling out, like he can’t get them out of him fast enough. Because he needs her to know, to understand.

“It wasn’t my fault. Well, okay, I was there on purpose at first, but those thirteen years were like a punishment for what that asshole did. I was supposed to die there. We were escaping, we were almost there, almost free, but I got shot and I fell. The guards found me and got some ‘doctors’ to patch me up. They made sure that if I was going to die, I was going to die because I rotted in that hellhole.”

Sam can see that she’s listening, that she’s hanging onto every word so he continues, because now that he’s started, he can’t stop.

“I was only in my twenties. There was so much I wanted to see, to do. Nathan and I had plans, dreams. We were going to go all over the world. But I was stuck there. Alone. And no one knew that I was alive. It’s like I stopped existing. Sometimes.” The words are stuck. But Sam forces them out. “Sometimes I, uh, I wished it were true, that it would be better if I was just gone. That I had just died back there.”

She’s crying again and Sam wipes her tears for her, brings her closer to him. Because these tears aren’t because of him anymore, but for him. And isn’t that something? Having someone cry for you.

“You don’t realize how much you have until everything is practically ripped away from you. I didn’t have any privacy. I…I couldn’t take a leak when I needed to. You just end up thinking, cuz there really isn’t much to do but think, about what you had. How life was good. And I, I just missed everything. I missed Nathan, of course, he’s my little brother. But, it’s the small things, too. Like riding my bike into the sunset. Grass beneath my feet. A glass of cold water. And…”

“And?” She asks, eyes focused on the gunshot scars on his abdomen, fingers tracing their shape. It tickles.

“And the smell of citrus.” He makes her look at him because this is important. The most important thing. “I missed the smell of citrus. The taste. And when I was in Japan, I thought about it again. The things I missed back here, back at home. And it’s citrus—you. I missed you so much, you wouldn’t believe it. I could have called Nathan. Elena, even. To come over here but I called you because,” Sam clears his throat once more. “Because I wanted you here. I had hoped you would be here when I came back. And you were.”

She’s quiet, eyes searching. And Sam’s poured out his heart and soul and now he’s got nothing else to do but wait and see what she does with it. Is this what being honest is like? Being vulnerable? It’s torture. Sam hates it. But he can also think of worse things and that keeps him rooted in his spot, trying to keep his face as honest as he can. Years of hiding is finally coming to bite him in the ass.

“You must have been so lonely.” Is what she says, hands back on his gunshot wounds. She’s transfixed. Almost like she’s been wondering about them forever. And maybe she has. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Eh. It’s all in the past,” Sam says with a shrug. Because it is in the past. He’s made his peace with it. Mostly. Some things are harder to shake off than others but he’s okay now. He’s built from strong stuff, a sturdy breed. “But, y’know. You’re, uh, killing me here.”

“Killing you?”

“Cuz I don’t know what you’re going to do,” Sam admits. It’s all truth from here on out, huh? “I can’t read you right now. Are you gonna leave? Punch me in the face? Report me? Please don’t report me. I’d really hate to go back to jail. Nathan would kill me. And I still have a few years left to go, y’know?”

She smiles and Sam realizes that he was rambling. He takes a breath, feels himself calm down. Damn. He needs a cigarette. Maybe two. Are his hands shaking? They’re definitely shaking.

“I think you have more than a ‘few years,’” she says, fingers tracing scars. Sam twitches from her touch. Is this what it feels like when he touches her back? “Especially if you stop smoking.”

“I’ve heard it all before.”

“You should start listening.”

“Ah. Someday.” Sam takes her hand in his, mostly to stop her stop her from tickling him, but also to bring them back on topic. Because she still hasn’t said anything. Nothing to give him an idea where they go from here, if there is somewhere to go from here. “So?”

“So…” She leans close, talks in a whisper, like if she speaks any louder, something might shift, break this bubble that they’re in. “So, you have to tell me what you want, Sam.” It’s an echo of what he said to her months ago, a vulnerable, fragile moment just like this. “So I know what to give you.”

But this time is different because she’s always been more generous than him, always been willing to give.

And Sam’s always been someone to take what he wants and he’ll be damned if this time is any different.

“It would be nice if you stayed.”

“Stay? I can do that.”

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waywardmoeyy · 3 years

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4am Food Coma

Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,784

Warnings: insomnia, just some familial fluff.

A/N: This is as much of a feel-good story as I can write late at night. Haha. I hope you all like it!

My Master List

You sighed as you stared at the drab bunker ceiling. Your body was practically aching from exhaustion, but you mind was racing. Random, deep-rooted memories flashed through you, some causing your heart to pound with regret. This lifestyle had really been taking a toll on you lately, and you knew it was only going to get worse.

You pulled the scratchy, plaid blanket up to your chin and sighed. You could go back to your room, but Dean was snoring to heavily on the other side of the wall. You typically fell asleep before him, but tonight, you just couldn’t get your mind to shut off.

Grabbing your phone beside you, you unlocked the screen and checked the time. 3:34am.

“Well, shit,” you muttered to yourself with another sigh. There was no way you were going to get any sleep at this point. You had promised Sam that, in the morning, you would go with him to some outdoor clothing store a few towns over, and he was always up at the ass crack of dawn. So, that meant you probably only had an hour or so of time to get any sort of shut eye.

The tip-tap of heavy feet approached you from behind the couch. You turned toward the noise, sitting up a little to peer over the back of the couch. In the scarce light, you found your oldest brother approaching you.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing up, sweetheart?” Dean asked, shooting you a concerned look. You sighed and leaned back onto your makeshift pillow.

“My mind has decided that now is a great time to replay every horrible thing that’s happened in every hunt I can remember. It’s making me nuts. You know me, I’m the one who is always saying that what’s in the past can’t be changed, just let it go. I’m not usually one to dwell, but here I am.” You watched Dean as he plopped down on the edge of the couch, lightly leaning against your feet.

“Sounds like a helluva nightmare, Y/N. Anything I can do to help?” That was a great question, and usually the one you were asking your brothers. You pursed your lips, then gently shook your head.

“I dunno. I think I just need some sort of distraction. I’ve tried watching TV, but my mind just drifts off into another world.” You rolled your eyes. “And I promised Sam I’d go to that store he loves. He wants to leave early. I’m going to be a zombie.”

Dean chuckled as he watched you, probably laughing at the dark rings that were undoubtedly plaguing your eyes. He patted your ankles and smiled.

“I have an idea. Grab a sweatshirt and meet me at the car.” You furrowed your brow as you watched him launch to his feet.

“Wha-wait. What? No. I’m not going out like this. Dean, it’s almost four in the morning! Where are we going?” You slid out from under your blanket. You were clad in baggy pajama pants covered in cat silhouettes, and a tank top that absolutely did not match. Not to mention the quarter sized hole under your right armpit.

“Relax, Bitz, no one’s going to care where were going. Just grab a sweatshirt and some shoes. You have five minutes.” You rolled your eyes at your big brother. He was always up to some sort of shenanigans. But, the two of you were a lot alike, so you usually trusted his crazy schemes.

“Fine, but I’m not going to say I’m excited until I know where we’re going.”

“Calm down, Bitz. You’ll like it.” Bitz, short for Itsy Bitsy, was the nickname Dean gave you when you were too young to talk. Since you were the youngest, and quite obviously the smallest, he thought it was funny. But over three decades later, he still called you by that nickname more than he ever used your real one.

One more unsure sigh left your lungs before you turned towards your room, in search of a jacket.

“I remember there was a place just like this in Omaha. We always stopped when we drove through. I totally forgot this place was here.” You peered down at the menu of the dodgy diner. Dean sat across from you, studying the same menu.

The two of you sat in the corner of the small eatery, only joined by an older man at the bar, obviously a trucker, and a homeless man drifting off on the other side of the building, still half-clutching a cup of coffee.

Dean smiled and nodded, peering up from his menu. “Yeah, it hasn’t changed a bit. It’s like they are all exactly the same. Still better than Biggerson’s, though.” You laughed.

“Yeah, definitely. Their milkshakes are the best! I’m hoping they still are.”

Dean grinned. “Well, let’s find out. I’m not going to eat a big meal then go back to sleep. But, I’ll never deny an Oreo milkshake.” Dean slammed his menu shut and nodded. “What’s your poison? No, wait, lemme guess. Mint chocolate chip?”

Your eyes lit up. You hadn’t had a mint chocolate chip milkshake in years. Most places in the middle of nowhere didn’t have that flavor. Vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry, you cold almost hear a waiter say in their ‘I don’t want to freaking be here’ tone. But this small chain in the center of the country had them, and they were heavenly.

“It’s like you know me or something!” you teased him, before closing your own menu.

Dean chuckled as he eyed the server as they approached your table. “It’s like we’re related.” He winked, before turning to the exhausted young man. He couldn’t have been older that twenty.

“What can I get you?” he droned, his eyes half open. You glanced over at your brother, then back to the young man.

“A mint chocolate chip milkshake please,” you beamed. You smiled, realizing that you were already starting to feel better. You watched as Dean ordered, feeling like you didn’t have a care in the world for the first time in a while.

You all had been hunting for months without any sort of real break. No wonder your mind was on the verge of exploding. You definitely needed to have more breaks and distractions to counterbalance the violent, crazy crap you dealt with day in and day out. But, your brothers were work horses, so that always proved a little difficult.

“Hey, do you think drinking a giant, sugary milkshake is going to be the solution to get me to sleep?” you realized, leaning back in your heavily cracked booth.

Dean shrugged. “Sugar actually helps in a weird way. You eat or drink a bunch of it, fill yourself with sugar, then crash and sleep. Or, the shear amount of food will put you in some type of food-induced coma.” You nodded slowly. It did make sense, weirdly enough.

“Do you think that’s the healthiest thing to do?”

“No, Bitz. But it doesn’t hurt every once in a while. It’s healthier than pulling an all-nighter, then running all around town the next day.” That was true. Plus, there was no way you were going to say no to sugar, whether it was just before sunrise, or sunset. You hadn’t hopped onto Sam’s kale salad bandwagon quite yet.

Within minutes, the server returned with your glorious milkshakes, and a full refill container. The moment your treat was placed down in front of you, you smiled up at your brother in thanks.

The next twenty minutes were quiet, other than the ravenous slurps that came from your straws. Dean finished a few minutes before you, instantly leaning back in his seat.

“Holy shit, that hit the spot.” He smiled as he closed his eyes, instantly in a food coma. You giggled.

“How you didn’t get a single brain freeze baffles me,” you teased, scooting your cup a little closer. A thin line of red light beamed along the horizon, reminding you that you had basically pulled an all-nighter. But, you didn’t care nearly as much as you did before. A sense of peace had enveloped you, or maybe it was the beginning of your own food coma. Either way, you felt a heck of a lot better.

“Thanks, Dean,” you whispered, offering a frozen smile. Dean returned the gesture and nodded.

“Hey, it worked when we were kids. I was sure it was going to work now.” You furrowed your brow.

“What?”

“Yeah, when we came to one of these as kids, Dad would let us order milkshakes. I know you remember. But, what you probably don’t remember is that once you got back in the car, you were out like a light. I don’t even know if the sugar ever got a chance to get to you. I think it was just the comfort food or somethin’.” Dean laughed.

Now that you thought of it, you didn’t really remember the ride afterwards. You just remember waking up just after sunrise, either in the car or arriving home. And, well, that would explain why.

You closed your eyes for a minute, feeling the intense fullness in your stomach. Maybe you were skipping the sugar high yet again, and satiety was leading you straight to real exhaustion.

“Wow, you’re a lightweight,” Dean poked as he lifted from his seat, tossing some money onto the table. You huffed out a chuckle, a little too tired to come up with a witty comeback. “C’mon kid, let’s get you home. You’re going to need some sleep if Sam is going to drag you all over hell tomorrow—uh, today.”

You nodded as you slowly slid out from behind the table. Your brother was already five steps ahead of you, stomping his way towards the door. You slowly followed behind, smiling as you watched him toss a five-dollar bill onto the sleeping homeless man’s table. Then, he opened the door, and waited for you to exit with him.

The moment you settled into your seat, you leaned your head back, resting your head on the top of the back rest. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was practically deadweight. Dean peered over at you as the engine roared to life. He patted your shoulder before putting the car in gear and heading for home.

A long, shuddered sigh left you as you settled into your seat. It was going to be a good twenty minutes or so before you were home. But, your eyes weren’t going to stay open for that long. So, you closed them as you yawned. Within moments, sleep slowly enveloped you, and you weren’t going to fight.

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