#the salesman x ofc

[i-mushi]

Cumpounding Debt Chapter 12

SCENES

Here's the link for Ao3: Go read it!

This is not a proper chapter! It's 5 scenes from various future chapters that haven't been written or fleshed out. They're disjointed, have minimal context, might be confusing, but still have sex and feels, and hot stuff I promise. I just don't want to leave readers wanting any longer since I have no idea when the story will be completed.

#cumpounding debt #fanfiction #not a proper chapter #the salesman x ofc #the salesman

[buwheal]

[You've Got Mail!]

You can now send your favorite salesman emails!! YAY!!

Here's some rules and information about the askbox.

First and foremost;

I try to answer as many asks as I can, but I will not answer every single one. Sometimes I just cant do anything with it that will work realistically with the perimeters of the world, and I apologize!! Its nothing against you guys!!

(Unless you break the rules ofc.)

So if you dont see yours after a long while, it’s probably something that wont work, sorry! You can always send more than one ask whenever and see if that one works instead!

Besides that, here’s the rest of what you need to know!

[RULES] :

Spamton physically PRINTS OUT each "email", so dont send asks that have a physical interaction. Sorry! Thats just how i decided to set up the world/situation, and is not really anything against you guys :-)

(more of a request than a rule tbh) Preferably try to send real questions or statements. most joke asks are funny, but are surprisingly hard to create an in character response for. You can still send joke asks if you really want to, just dont expect an answer X-P

I know he may be a personification of spam emails... BUT DONT SPAM!!! I mean it! It clogs the askbox and is a real pain. You can send him more than one ask, though, as long as you arent repetitively sending a ton in a short burst!!

Dont be sexual or romantic, please! Even "As a joke". I dont like Spamton like that and it makes me uncomfortable, plus I can't really answer that in character in a way that wouldnt provoke more of that. Thank you!!

Be respectful and patient!! I am just one person doing everything, lol, and this got far more popular than anticipated, so i will take a long time. I try my best to get at least one out every other day but i'll need breaks eventually!!!

I cannot spawn or give/spawn/materialize things for/to Spamton if you ask because of the way it’s set up. You are really just lines of text from a computer to Spamton, BUT... You can still do a lot if you think outside the box. or,, errr,, outside the computer. Kind of. Your words and your actions affect him and his reactions to you, so word it correctly and you can get him to do something or say something. Hes not stupid though, and he CAN usually tell when your intentions are... less.. than good.

[INFORMATION] :

[YGM!] is technically an AU!!! not only do the events of the game not occur, but this is also set before then!

Asks are put out one a day, regardless if i have more than one, UNLESS i need to connect two(or more) to complete one event.

I am one person doing every ask and every unique frame of art, so expect 1 ask (If youre lucky, two) maybe every other day Monday-Friday depending on my workload per day. I have weekends off so more asks, around 2-3, CAN (but usually arent) be done for future use.

This is just for fun!! I am using the askbox to exercise my drawing consistency, Spamton's personality, and the way he speaks and responds to different situations! This is a way I am using to improve my understanding of him as a character, so it wont be always consistent as I am growing and learning!

Just a little disclaimer, he WILL be mean. He is a sour, nasty, grumpy, bastard and I am absolutely not opposed to him responding as such. Just keep that in mind when sending an ask if you dont want that!

If you want a common outcome, talk to other people about it! go crazy! I dont mind long threads on my posts if you want to create a plan. Infact, I can even help and tell you things occasionally!!

What you say to him DOES and WILL affect the way he responds. Trust is lost far easier than it is gained, so keep this in mind. It is possible to regain his trust, but still hard. He is not a trusting person to begin with and being mean certainly doesnt help. BUT.. I am not opposed to being mean. Infact, they are quite fun to do. Either way is entertaining for me, so do as you will. YOU can choose to hurt or help him.

Using tone tags, while not required, are really helpful and assist me in understanding the intention in your ask if you think it may be interpreted another way! (i.e. sarcasm) :-)!!

I pick and choose asks depending on his situation, or if i have a good idea for a response, so you may need to wait a bit before i can get to yours!! Ones that i have an idea for take priority, especially when its to progress a scene. Or, alternatively, i am saving your ask for something i have planned.

I WILL reuse frames and poses to get these out faster and for my convienence :-) especially for the frames where there is no need to change his pose! So like.. dont think too hard about it lol.

Also, i prefer if you specify if the ask is for me /or/ Spamton. I do still do normal asks, lol. If its for me, just let me know!! I can usually tell, but most asks will be interpreted as for Spamton. I appreciate ones that start with his name before said thing is asked/stated specifically!! (i.e. "Spamton, __ __ __")

I wont be consistent with the way its answered. Sometimes it's one panel, sometimes its a couple panels, or sometimes they're animated gifs!! It varies depending on what i feel, so if youre lucky you can get a gif, lol. Those take longer usually though. Ive mostly switched to a gif formatting rather than multiple panels in a comic style, for the formatting! The animation quality can vary :-)

Thats about it!! Have fun!! ^_^

#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #[you've got mail!] #<- this is the askbox tag! #deltarune spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton askbox #[YGM!] #[YGM!] questions

[marvelsswansong]

Hi! If you're still accepting requests I'd love to see your thoughts on Eddie Munson with someone who's very quiet/introverted/shy. He seems quite outgoing and confident and I think it'd be very interesting to see how those 2 very different energies mix!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

ahhh so i think this is so cute so here's some headcanons/thoughts on Eddie x shy gn!reader:

Eddie might be infamous for being loud, obnoxious and dramatic - going so far as to stand on top of lunch tables and scream at the popular kids for their vanity - but he'll be the total opposite with you, who's known for being the quiet bookworm that no one has any problems with.

He's the type of protective boyfriend to always insist on holding your hand or having an arm around your waist to protect you

As well as holding your books when you're book shopping

And ordering for you at a cafe or restauarant because speaking to strangers makes you a lil nervous

Especially when people you don't know ask you a question on the stop you'll freeze and just stare at them, eyes wide and blinking slowly, and it's a sign for Eddie to have to step in

"Hi there! Would you like to sample this hand cream-"

"We're fine, thank you-" Eddie steps in, linking his fingers with yours and pulling you behind him.

I mean, it was just a salesman but Eddie will still send them a death glare and protectively hug you against his chest

oh Eddie would be sooo lovingly protective over a shy S/O like that: he'll tell off Steve and the freshmen kids to be on their best behaviour around you as in

no swearing, no mean jokes, no pranks

not that they would play pranks or make jokes at your expense in the first place bc you're just too sweet to trick like that, but still. Eddie makes it a point to threaten each of them separately.

would love going on lil quiet dates with you! like dates where the focus is on just the two of you being alone together

i.e. picnic dates, strolls by the lake, cartrip to a museum in a nearby city, visiting an animal sanctuary

he'd also be obessessed with giving you soft nicknames like "my shy sweetheart", "little flower", "honeybee"

would love to lay his head on your lap and have you read to him - especially if you promise to massage his scalp whilst doing so

like out in public he'd be the more dominant, protective and possessive boyfriend constantly checking in to make sure you're fine whilst still ofc being his cheeky self

"do you need any water? should we sit down? are you getting a headache?"

"I was just thinking about if I wanted the strawberry or blueberry lemonade, Eds."

"Oh. Well, we should each get one of the other so you can try both! And if we kiss, it'll make our tongues purple."

"Eddie!"

but when it's just the two of you expect him to be super loving and clingy to the point it's nauseating

"you're so fucking hot, you know that, right?"

"you've told me that about five times in the past minute or so, Eds."

"so? it's still true every time."

baby boy lovesss to bury his head into the crook of your neck whilst snuggling against you

if anyone tries to get mean or take advantage of your shy nature, he's coming in armed for war

yes, Eddie would happily bitch slap a stranger to protect you

but at the same time you, being the more mild mannered and calm natured one, have to keep him in line at certain events

it's perfect though, y'all balance each other's energies out so well 💕💕💕

#summer answers asks #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader

[softlyspector]

hello :-) just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your writing and would like to know who are your favorite authors from here :) or what are some of your favorite works

sending u love 🫂🩷

Thank you so much! And I'm sorry its taken me so long to answer this ask. I have a fic rec tag so you can see my recs and what I've been reading recently.

So, here we go! A long ass list because all of these wonderful people deserve it!

I'm always shouting from the rooftops to anyone who will listen about Cinnamon and Honey (Joel Miller x selectively mute!Reader) by @batsingotham - There aren't words to describe how much I love Joel in this fic. It feels like being a part of the game. Joel and Ellie's relationship melts my heart and fixes so much and give me everything I ever wanted for them.

Quite literally anything by @sweetly-yours-and-mine but specifically:

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - Perfect Marc, perfect characterization of Marc. Maria's prose and characterization is just perfect.

this untitled drabble (single dad!Marc Spector x Reader) - Marc as a single father healed me and broke me. Again, the most beautiful beautiful writing. I can only hope to write with this much talent some day.

Waters (Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector) - Laylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. She's so hot. That's all I have to say.

Everything @psychedelic-ink writes is a masterpiece but if I have to choose favorites that she's written its definitely:

Stay In Bed (Joel Miller x Reader, unrequited Tommy Miller x Reader) - which I desperately need to catch up but that is so well written and Tommy and Joel are both so fleshed out and interesting

Spitfire (Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos) - the nuance and the backstory that Sil gives to Joel and Tess's relationship....unmatched.

Exile (Joel Miller x ofc June) - I think about this fic so often, it's the kind of beautiful brutal that really sticks with you. It's a favorite favorite, y'know.

Sooooo many by @cupofjoel but especially:

a sudden sense of liberty (Joel Miller x Reader) because nothing has ever broken my heart so completely before and,

living in a state of dreaming (Joel Miller x Reader) which also broke my heart but in a different way

I really should just link @ezrasbirdie's entire masterlist and call it a day, but again if I must choose:

Surrender (Joel Miller x ofc Daisy) - This series has my whole heart. I love everything about this series, its so well done and so fleshed out, and I don't want it to ever end so I've been savoring each chapter so slowly. Also, Daisy..........I'm in love with her. Daisy is actually my gf now, Joel can go somewhere else.

Going Slow (Javier Pena x Reader) - I adore Javi in this fic. It's so special to me and I go back to read it all the time.

Catalyst (Frankie Morales x Reader x Joel Miller) - This fic is a dream come true, that's all I have to say about it.

Cupcake (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader) by @ezrasbirdie and @haylzcyon - Car salesman Jack is something I never knew I needed but now I can't live without him.

More Than My Father's Son (Joel Miller x ofc Millie/Arrow) by @joels6string - Another series I desperately need to catch up on, but if you're looking for a fic that is specifically game!Joel Miller look no further than this fic. It's so special and it feels like you're right there in the middle of the game in Jackson. I love everything about Joel and Arrow, and the characterization of Joel is unmatched.

My foreverrrrr favorite Din series Beloved (Din Djarin x Reader) by @groguspicklejar Din is just so perfect in this series. I could go on forever about how much I love this story. Every single word is so loved by me.

I think everyone already knows about Homecoming (Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales) by @astroboots but if you don't you need, need, to go give it a read.

In a Perfect World, You Love Me[i] and [ii] (Din Djarin x Reader) by @theidiotwhowritesthings - The pining? The angst? The love? The tiniest hint of jealousy? Chef's kiss from start to finish with such amazing payoff for a two parter.

room for three (Arthur Morgan x Reader x Joel Miller) by @morning-star-joy - this fic gave me everything. It made all my pixel cowboy dreams come true. If you love Joel but you haven't heard about the delight that is Arthur Morgan, this is the perfect introduction to him. And it's just....super hot. Who doesn't love smutty cowboys?

obsessed aka the dorm room au (Marc Spector x Reader) by @juneknight - It's just. So hot. Melts the brain and leaves you wanting more.

sunshine state (Benny Miller x Reader) by @brewsterispunkk - Benny is my dream boy in this. I love him and everything about this series.

My favorite Jake fic, that I still think about on the regular is dlz (Jake Lockley x Reader) by @ichorai - I love everything about the way Jake is portrayed here. He's so special to me.

#bec talks #fic rec list

[skyfallslayer]

We Did(n't) Start The Fire - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

🩸Summary: It shouldn’t change anything… but it does. ||  Hughie Campbell is someone who likes to stick to a plan until it’s complete, but of course, life likes to throw him some curveballs. Like, at the age of 16 he finds out he’s going to be a dad, or when his long time girlfriend gets killed, or when a rugged man offers him a way to kill supes out of revenge. || It shouldn’t change anything… but it does. And for once, he’s just going to have to accept it.

(Or, a “The Boys” Rewrite that features Hughie having a daughter)

🩸Pairings: Hughie Campbell x Daughter!OFC; HughLight; Platonic!OFC x The Boys; Kimichie

🩸Rating: Mature

🩸Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter.

🩸 Word Count: N/A

🩸 Start Date: N/A

🩸 End Date: N/A

🩸 A/N: No Idea what possessed me to write this, maybe I just like giving my favorite characters a kid to look after, idk. Let’s see where this ends up ’cause I got some ideas.

-INDEX-

|| Season 1 ||

Summary: When a Supe kills his girlfriend, A/V salesman Hughie Campbell, and his daughter Jayden, who was a witness to the murder, teams up with Billy Butcher, a vigilante hell-bent on punishing corrupt Supes — and the Campbells’ lives will never be the same again.

🩸 Chapter 1: The Name of The Game (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 2: Cherry (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 3: Get Some (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 4: The Female of Species (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 5: Good For Your Soul (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 6: The Innocents (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 7: The Self-Preservation Society (Coming Soon)

🩸 Chapter 8: You Found Me (Coming Soon)

-Taglist is Open-

#the boys #the boys amazon #hughie campbell #petite hughie #annie january #starlight #the boys hughie #Hughie Campbell x Annie January #Hughielight #hughie x annie #billy butcher #frenchie #the frenchman #mother's milk #kimiko #kimichie #the female #the seven #homelander #ryan butcher #the boys fanfic #the boys fandom #Hughie x daughter!reader #the boys x platonic reader #the boys platonic reader #hughie x reader #butcher x reader #frenchie x kimiko #mother's milk x reader #skyfall writes

[giratinazero]

ugh these customers super pissed me off today

so, idk if I’ve mentioned it yet, but I work in a furniture store. it’s a lot of discount stuff, but ofc, furniture is expensive either way; we have a store credit card, and if you use that with your purchase, you get different financing options depending. we also have another separate financing company partnered with ours, and they’ve got an office in our building right next to our own office. since they are a separate company, I know nothing about how they function, and I’m not supposed to know for liability reasons.

had a salesman bring his customers up to me; they intended to speak with the finance office, so they needed a copy of their invoice. after I printed that for them, they decided they wanted their furniture delivered and assembled, so I had to grab a manager to set it that way bc the system wouldn’t let me do that myself for whatever reason. while he was doing that, I asked again if the couple was going to the finance office, and they said no. so, when the order was fixed, I was like. oh were you ready to pay? 

and they said no. they said they needed financing.

so I was like oh okay, so you were going to the finance office! 

and they said no.

well our only other option is the store credit card. so I asked if they had one, or if they’d need me to run them through an application. the entire time, the man was leaning over the counter, glaring at me, when I’d done nothing wrong and they had given me ZERO communication.

and they said they’d intended to talk to the lady in the finance office.

so ofc that was frustrating but I got them over there, and they spent like an hour and a half with her. not unusual, especially bc this lady is new! she’s still learning, it’s all good.

when they were finally done with her and ready to check out, I was [unfortunately] still the person at the counter. the checkout part was easy, but when I hit the end and was going over the delivery process for their furniture, the lady got pissy again,, nobody, including the salesman, had told me what delivery date they wanted. so when I asked “oh were we aiming for x day?” instead of being normal the lady got MAD at me. I pulled up the delivery counter to be like, these are the available days, and she was like I NEED IT BUY THURSDAY, and I was like. that’s the earliest day, we can’t get it out there before then, and she was like WELL WHY NOT. idk bitch I’m just the office lady!!!

I went to set it for thursday like she wanted, but the system wouldn’t let me because of the hold dates on each item, so I had to be like. okay I’ll hand that off to my manager, he’ll get it set for you, it’ll take him a lil bit [because he has to send an email to get those dates unlocked] and she was like. WELL GO GET YOUR MANAGER THEN I NEED I BY THURSDAY and I was so fucking mad. I was just like. ma’am I’m telling you it’ll get done but it’s not an immediate process he’s going to have to work on it, and she fucking rolled her eyes like a teenager and did that sassy OKAYYYYY teen girls do when you tell them to get off the phone. thank god they finally fucking left. hope we don’t get a bad review because of that, but also I don’t wear my nametag so lmaooo

god that reminds me, there was another pair before these two, a couple’a older ladies. when they got up to the checkout they didn't even acknowledge me at first because they were just talking to each other so I was just sitting there like. lmao? I ain’t doin shit till y’all’re payin attention.

when they did finally turn to me, the lady making the purchase started asking about discounts, and I had to tell her. since we’re an outlet, we don’t have any further discounts like military or senior, because our stuff is already way marked down. and she was like,,, I DON’T WANNA HEAR THAT, JACK, and she and her friend started laughin.

and I had the Customer Service smile on but I didn’t laugh because. we get that question a ton and I’ve been fussed at by customers pissed about it, so forgive me for not finding it funny. and the lady’s friend was all like,,,,,,,,,,,,

not everybody is funny like us, Sharon

what the fuck is wrong with people I’m just there to do paperwork and take your money stop FUCKING harassing me I hAte you

#gira talk

[sajirah]

Forgot to post this so better late than never.

Ivy and The Salesman from my girl i-mushi’s fic Cumpounding Debt. If you love Gong Yoo’s tiny cameo in Squid Game, relatable OCs, and lots of smut and sugar daddy tropes than you will love this fic, plz go read it.

#my art #fanart #fanfiction #squid game #gong yoo #the salesman #salesman x ofc

[i-mushi]

Time to reread the filthiest fic I’ve laid eyes on to refresh 😎

I hope you're refreshed with the story because the new chapter is up on Ao3!!! Right here!

#cumpounding debt #the salesman x ofc

[pashminalamb]

Alriiiight sooo I'm back to share a brainrot with u hehe (ofc it's nsfw is anyone surprised lol) being on top of gojo as he fucks into u from below and holds u steady, veiny hands gripping ur hips and ur ass, him whimpering and praising u, telling u how u take him so well and how ur good to him and ahfsghfddc i love him, he's a dork fr 🤭 --- ❄️ anon

♱ 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲

♱ Pairings : Gojo Satoru x fem! reader Warnings : 18+ MDNI. Minors stay the fuck out.

Blowjobs, fingering and riding Satoru (a bit of crack towards the bonus scene) This is skin tone friendly (no mention of any skin tone. And if there is, it is only Satoru)

I've made Satoru slightly dominant in this one... I have another idea for submissive Gojo that might come soon 😳

I know I will be back later to edit this

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Do not copy, repost or edit my work.

Walking through the furniture store hand in hand, you were searching for a decent couch to keep in your shared apartment with Satoru. After house hunting for months, the two of you finally found an apartment that satisfied your tastes. Given the fact that it was pricey due to the number of rooms, you couldn't help but feel that this particular one felt more like home compared to the other houses shown by the real estate agent. After moving into the apartment, and unpacking everything both of you owned while Satoru was away at the academy, you realized there was something wrong with the couch that was supposed to be placed in the living room.

The leather was worn, and the edges of it were bursting at the stitches showing the contents inside the couch. The longer you stared at the piece of furniture, the more flaws you found in it.

"So... you're saying that we would have to go furniture hunting?" Satoru asked as he looked up from his phone while you turned your back towards him while making dinner on the kitchen counter.

"We have no choice Satoru. If we're going to stay together, I want everything to be perfect" you said. "Why not have a perfect start to us? Instead of celebrating with dinner in a restaurant and having some fine wine, I'm more in a mood of making a memorable night in our apartment. What say?" you said with a smile, turning to face him.

Holding your face he said, "Here I am trying to impress my mochi. But as always, she is homebound. Do you want to go furniture hunting this Saturday?"

"Saturday sounds good" you said as you kissed his cheek.

"Ehhh why didn't you invite me to cook?" he asked as he turned his gaze towards the ingredients on the table and the sizzling pan.

"You can't make stir fry to save your life Satoru. What happened last week...? Ah... you burnt the yakisoba didn't you" you said as you placed rice into a bowl.

"(Y/N) chan, Hidoi" he said in a whiny voice.

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"Do you think this one looks good?" you asked as you stared at the brown colored couch that looked like your old one, but was fabric instead of leather. "Iie Mochi. We should go for a dark navy blue one. It would suit the white walls of the house" he said as he looked at the couch. Walking towards the corner of the aisle, he pointed towards a heavy looking couch that was the color he described. Walking towards the end of the aisle, you realized that the number of people on the side of the store was less compared to the usually crowded spaces.

"Ah... are you and your wife interested in buying this couch?" the salesman said as he trudged towards both of you. You raised your hand to pat your hair, feeling flustered. 'Wife?' sure, you had thought about settling with Satoru some day, but never would you have expected to run into someone who would say that out loud.

"Hai. We're looking forward to buying this particular one" Satoru said as pressed you into his side with his hand around your waist. As if he understood your awkwardness, Satoru changed the topic of conversation by deciding to ask the salesman details about the couch. You could hear their voices in a distance, but you paid no attention as you stared at the velvety navy blue couch. Imagining it in the living room with Satoru and you seated on it, legs tangled together while watching a movie. How would it feel to have a steamy session on the couch? You imagined yourself being bent over the couch while Satoru fucked you from behind. How would it be to ride him on the couch? With his hands placed on your hips, watching you as you bounced yourself on his dick. His naked skin would compliment the couch really well...

"Mochi"

you snapped out of your thoughts, blinking before looking at him.

"Daijobu?" he asked as he stared at you worriedly, lowering his dark glasses. "I'm fine. So... are we getting it?" you asked as looked towards the piece of furniture.

"It'll be arriving this evening. Do you want to take a look at the couple mugs? I saw them on the shelf when we came into the store..." he said and you nodded.

With a soft smile on his lips, he said "Isshou ni ikko"

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The two of you decided to spend the night at your new apartment with the new couch, takeout and movies. Satoru decided the movie while you set up the couch and dinner. Eating in the silence of your new home with a movie playing in the background was comforting. Clearing away the plates, you settled back into the couch. Halfway through the movie, you felt a large palm rest on your thigh. Paying no attention to it, you continued to look at the screen. Not satisfied with your reaction, Satoru began to move his hand to the inner side of your thigh, rubbing it in soothing circles.

You gasped as you felt his hand move towards your clothed pussy and began to rub your slit with the tips of this fingers, while he placed his other hand under his chin that rested on his thigh.

"Satoru...."

"Doushitano Mochi? Are you not enjoying the movie?" he asked in a teasing voice as the tip of his thumb pressed into your clit.

You moaned at the feeling of his thumb making rough circles into your clit.

"You think I wouldn't notice you spacing out in the store? What kind of dirty thoughts was my mochi thinking? Did you have fun in that naughty little head of your's?" he said as he switched his pace from rubbing your clit roughly to a ghost like touch.

"After all... if I don't know what my mochi likes how can I satisfy her? Omoimasenka mochi?" he said into your ear with a raspy voice, not forgetting to give a slight nibble on your lobe before pulling away.

"Thought about riding you on this couch. How good you would look lying down on it with nothing on... stop teasing me Satoru" you whimpered, trying to grind into his palm.

"Soka... matte" he said in a teasing voice as he pulled away. Before you could grab his hand, he began lifting up his shirt, displaying his mouthwatering body. Standing up to take his pants off, he was left in nothing but his boxers which restrained his growing erection. You leaned forward, grabbing him but his hips.

Pulling his boxers down, you looked at him for a sign. As his gaze met your's, his eyes lowered in a bashful manner, while batting his eyelashes. Giving the leaking head of his dick a lick or two, you began to bob your head back and forth while your hand squeezed the base of it and moved along the skin that your mouth couldn't possibly take. You felt his hands entangle themselves in your hair as his hips began to sway back and forth, craving more of your tongue.

Before he could orgasm, he pulled your head back and once again stared down at you. His face was flushed and his pale skin was now decorated with a peach hue. Pulling down his boxers, he sat on the couch next you. "Ride me" he said as he grabbed your face and kissed you. His hand drifted from your face towards the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and revealing your breasts that was covered by your bra. Reaching your hands behind you, you unclasped it, throwing it down to the floor along with your shirt.

Pulling down the waistband of your bottoms and underwear, you threw them behind you, not caring where they fell as you were eager to ride Satoru. He laid down on his back against the couch while pulling your hands, pinning them beside his head. He whined as you left them for a moment to steady yourself above him. He placed his hands on either of your inner thighs and spread them apart, presenting your wet pussy. Using two of his fingers, he spread your cunt apart, watching it throb, begging him to fill it up.

Satoru groaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in as you eased yourself down. Rubbing his hips after bottoming out, he mewled at the feeling of being constricted by your velvety walls. He gasped as you ground your hips against his in circles. Eager to feel you, he rested his palms on your ass and squeezed. You groaned in pleasure at the feeling of his hands massaging your skin.

Feeling ready to move, you began bouncing your hips up and down while rubbing your clit with your fingers as Satoru's back arched off the navy blue fabric of the couch. Wanting to deny him, you began bring your hips to a stop, but Satoru was too quick.

Grabbing your hips, he spread them apart while rutting into you at the pace of his liking.

"Thought you could deny me Mochi? Don't you look so cute when you're on my dick? Do you hear that?" he said as he pounded into you, lifting his hips off the couch to meet your's while delivering powerful thrusts. Your living room was filled with the sloppy sounds of both your slick and his precum dripped down both your bodies as your hips slapped against each other.

"Sukebe ka na?" he said in a sing song voice which broke into a moan as you reached a hand behind you and fondled with his balls. Holding onto the side of the couch, you began to bounce yourself more vigorously while Satoru threw his head back and groaned at the feeling of your warm and wet walls around him. You felt your breath hitch as the curve of his dick slid against one spot that made your vision turn blurry.

"Koko ka?" he said as he grab your ass and began to thrust into you at a rough pace, making sure to hit that spot every time. Moving your hands away from the side of the couch, you steadied yourself with the help of his forearms. Closing your eyes, you could feel the veins under the expanse of his skin flex and stand out with every movement.

"You're taking my dick so well (Y/N) chan. Hold my hands" he said as he let go of your ass and entwined your fingers with his. You could feel yourself tip over with the familiar throbbing of your cunt and your vision turning hazy.

"'M cummin 'Toru" you whimpered.

"Daisuki da Mochi. Cum with me. Cum together with me" he said in desperation as he felt himself reach his limit. Squeezing your hands together with his, Satoru's movements became sloppy as he spilled himself into you. You moaned as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Looking down, you saw cum dripping down from your plugged pussy and down his dick. Reaching down, you picked up your shirt and rubbed around the edges of where the both of you met to prevent the couch from being stained.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked in a shy voice.

"Mhmmmm... I was right" you answered as you laid your head against his chest.

"About what?" he asked in confusion as he pecked your forehead and played with your hair.

"Navy blue suits you"

Bonus : "Why did you freeze up when the salesman asked if you were my wife?"

"Wouldn't you freeze up if he asked if you were my husband?"

*Satoru smirks*

"You would wouldn't you?"

*whispers* Don't make me go round 2 to prove a point Mochi. I'm not afraid to be an exhibitionist at the store.

Hidoi : So mean

Iie : No

Daijobu : You okay?

Isshou ni ikko : Let's go together

Doushitano : What's wrong/ What happened

Omoimasenka : Don't you think

Soka : I see

matte : Wait

Sukebe ka na? : Lewd isn't it

Koko ka : Here

Daisuki da : I love you (simptoru)

✟ Saint's note :

So the original idea was to make it happen in the furniture store... but I did not need a "You" scene happening and that's were the salesman came in. And I just left it to the imagination of the reader... it's a long fic ask... but I really enjoyed writing it

A lot of writing this week darlings ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x female reader #gojo saturo x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru x reader #satoru gojō x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #♱ priest's musings ✧･ﾟ #👼 💌 : ❄️ anon

[therealromewrites]

Masterlist

Works are also available on AO3: Rome Novchester

Smut - 🍑🍑        Angst - 🎭🎭

Squid Game

I take requests for Kang Sae-byeok (Any), Cho Sang-woo (Any), Ali Abdul (Any), Seong Gi-hun (Platonic only), Hwang Jun-ho (Any), The Salesman a.k.a Gong Yoo (Any).

The Salesman

🍑 Third Time’s the Charm - [The Salesman {Gong Yoo} x Female!Reader]  🍑

🍑 All’s Fair in Money and ... Sex? - [The Salesman {Gong Yoo} x Female!Salesperson Reader] 🍑

🍑 I can help - [Salesman {Gong Yoo} x Female!Reader] 🍑

Cho Sang-Woo

🎭 🍑 Don’t cry on me - [Cho Sang-woo x Female!Reader]  🎭 🍑

🍑 Animals - [Cho Sang-woo x Female!Reader]  🍑

Hwang Jun-Ho

🍑 Healing Together - [Hwang Jun-ho x Female!Reader]  🍑

Babysitting Adventure - [Hwang Jun-ho x Single Mother!Reader]

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🍑 Have your Cake - [Hwang Jun-ho x Female!Reader] 🍑

Kang Sae-Byeok

🎭 🍑 Please don’t go - [Kang Sae-byeok x Female!Reader] 🍑 🎭

Ali Abdul

🍑 I’ll teach you - Ali Abdul x GN!Reader  🍑

Various/Others

🎭 🍑 Your wish, our Desire - [Cho Sang-woo x Reader x Seong Gi-hun] {COLLAB with @squidgamesmut }  🍑 🎭

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Vincenzo

Jang Joon-woo a.k.a Jang Hanseok

🍑 Take my Breath - [Jang Hanseok x Reader]  🍑

🍑 Oh Mami - [Jang Hanseok x Reader] 🍑

Jang Hanseo

Taking care of you - [Jang Hanseo x Reader]

Bad and Crazy

‘K’ a.k.a Wi Ha-jun

🍑 Unpredictive Gambling - [’K’ x Reader]  🍑

Ryu Soo-yeol

🍑 Informative Desires - [Ryu Soo-yeol x Reader] 🍑

Strangers from Hell

Seo Moon-jo

🍑 The Apprentice - [Seo Moon-jo x Reader] 🍑

Tail of the Nine Tailed

Lee Yeon

🍑 Becoming a Young God - [Lee Yeon x Demi!God Reader] 🍑

Lee Rang

🍑 Hunting a hunter - [Lee Rang x Hunter!Reader] 🍑

365 DNI

Hard for Me [Massimo Torricelli X Indian!OFC] - WRITING

Marvel

Indian Movie AU (Marvel Crossover):

Wake up Parker (Wake up Sid! AU) [Peter Parker x Reader] - IN PROGRESS

#realrome writes #bollywood #marvel #spiderman #peter parker #javier pena #javier peña #narcos #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #massimo torricelli #massimo #365 dni #365 days #squid game #squid game x reader #the salesman #gong yoo #hwang jun-ho

[somebodywithawifi]

Requests? Can do! Please could i get terry lesler in one of those like ugly christmas sweaters >:]

(also thank you for giving kudos to gex night on ao3 hfhfhdhdhd)

Its my my favourite vegan/pumpkin owner/salesman/speed dater! (x)

Also ofc dude! It was such a fun little fic 😭💜

#requested #lbkc #terry lesler #scott the woz #scott wozniak #aliart

[silver-tongued-bby]

Summer Wine, Chapter 2

Pairing: Dom!Loki x OFC // Dom!Lady!Loki x OFC

Words: 3,249

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This fic contains brief mentions (but no descriptions!!) of sexual acts including thigh riding, dirty talk, oral (m receiving) and sex. There is also some gore.

Chapter Summary: Kai tracks down a buyer for the tesseract, Loki catches up.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for all of the love on the first chapter! As promised, here's chapter two- I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 here.

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” The Kree sneered at her, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.

“Move your hand, or you will lose your hand.” She said, her voice cold.

He chuckled, his rank breath surrounding her. “Don’t play shy girl, I’ve been watching you. You’re here alone like me,” he squeezed her thigh. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“I said,” she turned to him, piercing green eyes passive, “move your hand, or you will lose your hand.”

“And what if I don’t?” He smirked, snaking his hand further up her leg.

In a second he was on the floor, screaming in pain as he held his bleeding stump. “You bitch! My fucking hand- you took my fucking hand!”

She calmly finished her drink then got up, gingerly stepping around the severed blue appendage before walking to the bar, flicking the blood off her katana and sliding it back into its sheath. She sent some extra credits to the barkeep for the trouble, nodding their way as she headed to the back of the bar.

She strode to the door guarded by a pair of calurnian females.

“It’s been five days. Is he in?” She nodded towards the door, her curls bouncing as she looked to the calurnian.

“No. But his apprentice is,” the taller of them said as the doorway opened behind her.

“I suppose that’ll have to do.” She passed through the doorway, greeted by a room full of cases containing many things, both living and dead. She weaved her way through the displays towards the classical music coming from the centre of the room.

“Kai, I presume?” A voice asked, the accent unfamiliar.

She made her way around the large case holding the skeletal remains of what seemed to be a giant rodent to see the back of a man standing at the desk. His hair was silver and slicked back against his head, his suit finely tailored and pressed.

He turned to her, his eyes a striking blue- almost too blue. He was attractive, high cheekbones and wide eyes, his smile that of a salesman with nothing to lose.

“Yes. And you are?”

He smiled at her, “they call me Birger,” he bowed. “Happy to be of service.”

“How do you know the collector? I’ve heard he always works alone.” She stepped closer to him, her green eyes taking him in. Something wasn’t right here, she could tell.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” He kept the pleasant smile on his face, his hands dipping into his pockets.

“We used to work quite closely actually. Though in recent times I’ve found myself overwhelmed with acquisitions.” He paced lightly in front of her, his eyes locked with her own. There was something so familiar about his eyes- no, the look behind them, the feeling…

Her thoughts were interrupted with the sound of something crashing towards the back of the room. “What was that?” She asked, drawing her katana and walking towards the man.

He threw his hands up, panicked. “I don’t know- I swear. It’s just you and I in here, no one else.”

She raised an eyebrow at him before turning in the general direction of the sound, her katana at the ready. “Come with me,” she motioned over her shoulder for him to follow as she crept between display cases.

“R-really, there should be no one here to disturb us.” He tried again, the nerves clear in his voice.

“No harm in checking,” she smiled over her shoulder as she reached a closed door. Pressing the lock button the door slid open to reveal a lightless room, broken glass strewn on the floor. Her brow furrowed as she entered the room, attempting to make out a shape in the dark. Suddenly the lights flickered on and the door shut.

She turned quickly to face the door, though Birger was nowhere to be seen. She pressed the button a few times but the door wouldn’t budge. “Fuck,” she whispered as she turned back around and stepped cautiously into the next room.

She was met with the sight of a tall, lithe figure leaning up against the far wall, his dark curls swept back from his face. He pushed off his post, his blue-green gaze running her over, cold as ice.

“Hello little one,” his voice was pure venom. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

...

She should have been long gone by now.

She was cutting it close, but she’d had a hard time willing herself to slip from his arms. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes running over his peaceful face, his hair splayed out across the pillow, illuminated green by the brightening sky. She was listening to his breath, finding a sort of comfort in the way his chest rose and fell as he slept, his long eyelashes resting against his cheek.

She hadn’t expected him to be this gorgeous. She hadn’t expected him to know her body so well- well enough to pull orgasm after orgasm from her last night, giving her the best sex she’s had… well, ever. Fuck, she hadn’t expected to sleep with him at all.

She was expecting a brute, or a slimy, smarmy idiot. She could handle herself around people like that- they were easy to trick, and usually went down a lot faster after drinking Titan-style liquor. But he was different- obviously powerful but intelligent, skilled, and witty. He gave her his full attention last night, making her truly feel seen and heard, even though she fed him half-truths. It was the first time she’d felt a real connection with someone in years and it seemed like he felt it too.

“He doesn’t know you,” she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath she got up from the bed, chancing one last glance towards him before closing the door.

She rounded the corner and pulled the dirt-encrusted tarp off her ship- Lark, her baby. She slid her hand along the side before opening the door and stepping in.

Making her way up to the cockpit she pulled the glowing blue cube from her satchel, smiling a little as she remembered the sound he’d made when he came down her throat and she’d retrieved the cube from his pocket. Though he was clearly different from her usual targets she’d quickly had him wrapped around her little finger last night, and she had to admit she was proud of it.

He’d clearly had a lot of lovers in the past though she’d still been able to fool him, get him into bed and take what she needed. She thought of him waking up alone and confused and her heart fell though she quickly steeled herself. “You’re not doing this for you. Remember, it’s for her,” she chastised herself.

She fell into her seat and readjusted the tiny photo clipped to her dashboard, the small girls with golden skin and green eyes from another time smiling up at her earnestly. “For her,” she said aloud once more before pushing the ignition and taking off without looking back.

...

It took her a week to track down her intended buyer. She visited several high end dealers, though none could give her what she was looking for. Unfortunately the tip she’d received on her target didn’t include one for passing it off to the right seller. Finally getting a lead at one of the bars on Kitson, she made her way to Knowhere only to be met with another dissapointment- the collector was out until further notice.

She’d decided to stay, Lark needed some repairs and she knew she could find them for cheap at the junk shop. She checked in each day, her thoughts only straying to Loki once or twice. How long before he figured it out? Would he be upset with her? Track her as she’d tracked him? He seemed capable but she doubted she’d be faced with him before the sale went through- she’d left him stranded and shipless.

...

She held her katana at the ready, holding herself perfectly still as he stepped closer.

“You know,” he drawled, gesticulating with his hands, “it takes a special kind to trick me.” He smirked, “and to pickpocket me- the gall to even think of it. I have to admit, I’m impressed.” He tilted his head in acknowledgement.

“Though I’m afraid I’m quite possessive of what’s mine,” his tone darkened along with his gaze as he took another step forward. “That said, I’m willing to give you a chance. Give me the tesseract and I’ll let you walk free,” he raised an eyebrow with his words, observing her carefully.

“I can’t do that,” she said, her pulse racing in anticipation.

“She speaks! Well you certainly can’t blame a gentleman for trying,” he smiled ruefully his hands open by his sides. He made a quick movement, pulling two daggers from thin air in either hand and lunged towards her, one blade hitting her own as she stepped back.

She pushed her blade forward, forcing his arm backwards before taking a few steps back. “Who are you?” He smiled, his head tilted and brows furrowed as he circled her.

“I told you, my name Kailani,” she moved forward, crouching to swing at his feet. He deftly jumped back from her blade and she smirked up at him, “but friends call me Kai.”

She rose and they circled each other once more, eyes locked. “So was the rest a ruse then?” He raised his brow, his jaw clenching.

“Some parts,” she smiled innocently, peering up at him under her lashes. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she repeated what she’d told him just a week ago, voice and all.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “And when you came on my cock, screaming my name- what was that?”

She felt herself blush- fuck. What was that? She’d been trying to answer that question herself all week. She glanced down momentarily, unable to meet his gaze and he pounced on her, pushing her up against the wall. He held a dagger at her throat, his strong arm holding her chest to the cool, hard surface. She could feel the very tip of the other blade against her ribs, his thigh between her legs.

“Drop it,” he said, his head tilted so he looked down his nose at her. His breath was warm over her face, and she was ashamed to feel herself growing wet right where his thigh held her in place. She took a moment to study his face, deciding not to test him when she felt the blade of the dagger against her throat press ever so gently on her skin. Sighing, she dropped her weapon, the katana clattering to the ground before he kicked it away.

“So much better when you listen, isn’t it?” He grinned at her, his eyes briefly falling to her lips as she panted. “Now,” he tilted his head downwards to capture her gaze, “where is the tesseract?”

She laughed, out of breath. “Maybe we can do some knife play next time.”

He raised an eyebrow, “bold words for such a pretty little thing.”

“You don’t know me,” she narrowed her eyes up at him, “you just fucked me.”

He looked at her a few moments, the press of the daggers against her skin lightening. “You’re right. I don’t know you.” He seemed almost hurt by what she said- almost. Before she could think too much of it his expression quickly changed to sinister and he leaned in to her, his lips against her ear. “Stop changing the subject, Kai. Give me the tesseract or I’ll spend the next week stripping both you and your ship naked to find it.”

She shivered and the memory of her fully nude, riding his thigh as he guided her against him came to mind. Her thighs twitched around him involuntarily, her breathing more laboured than before.

He faced her once more, his eyes dark, his smile turned filthy. “Oh, you dirty little thing. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She frowned at him, though no words came to her in response. She nibbled on the inside of her cheek as she tried to calm herself down. Everything about him made her crave him, his voice, his eyes, his gorgeous face, the way he towered over her, holding her firmly against the wall.

“Tell you what,” his voice was honey now, his thigh pressing harder between her legs. “Give me the tesseract and I’ll see what I can do.”

She huffed then quickly brought her knee up, hitting him in the groin. He fell forward, the knife tips edging away from her. She pushed him away from her and twisted, taking the knife at her waist from his fingers. He moved to grab her, his free hand coming to touch her shoulder. She deftly sliced at his arm and ducked out of the way, kicking his chest. He fell backwards on the floor, taking a moment before flicking his hair out of his face and jumping up on his feet, his remaining dagger at the ready.

“Men,” she laughed. “Always the same.”

He raised an eyebrow at her before shifting forms, a woman now in his place, her hair coming down to her waist in thick, dark waves. Her skin looked like glass, soft and milky-white, the slightest hint of a blush at her cheeks and nose, as if she just came in from the cold. Her eyes stayed the same, the familiar blue-green twinkling with mischief as she watched you take in her form.

“Hm, much better. What do you think?” She smirked, her lips painted a dark, crimson red.

“Um-“ Kai was at a loss for words, her mouth hanging open. This was the most strikingly beautiful woman she’d ever seen- her presence almost brought Kai to her knees. “What- what is this?”

Loki smiled, her brilliant teeth coming into view. She was breathtaking. “It’s me,” she twirled, “well, another form of me.” She winked at her.

“Darling Kai.” Loki stepped forward, slipping her long, delicate fingers around Kai’s jaw, still towering over her. “I don’t want to hurt you. We must be able to work something out, hm?”

She was trembling under Loki’s touch, everything about her completely overwhelming. Loki took the knife from her, disappearing it out of sight.

“Tell me, little one. What is it you desire? Credits? I’ll pay you handsomely for it,” her voice was dripping velvet, her eyes piercing Kai’s as she came closer so their lips ghosted each other’s. “Whatever you want,” she whispered before dipping her head to capture her lips, giving her the gentlest of kisses. Kai was lost in the feel of her, the faint taste of evergreen on her tongue as she licked it into Kai’s mouth, delicately moving it against her own. Loki pulled back, breaths mingling as they quietly panted.

“Wait- wait a second,” Kai pushed against Loki’s shoulders, coherent thoughts finally returning. “No. I can’t give it to you, I need it.”

Loki’s brow furrowed. “Whatever for? To sell it to this being? I can help you with that,” in a flash of green Birger was standing before you once more, the silver hair flat against his head. He outstretched his arms, “if you must sell it to a dealer, collector, what have you- sell it to Birger.” He grinned triumphantly at you.

“No, that’s not it. I need something in exchange for it.” She kept her eyes on Birger as she bent to pick up her katana, sheathing the blade by her side.

“What?” Loki sighed as she shifted back into herself, rolling her shoulders.

“It’s hard to explain,” she trailed off, not wanting to drudge this stuff up in front of her- lover? Target? Acquaintance?

“Try me, little one.” Loki leaned against the wall, her blue-green gaze soft.

“It’s- it’s my sister. Or she used to be my sister. She was taken one day, right in front of me. These people showed up, they came from these portals. They had these things with them, tiny machines that beeped and claimed she was some sort of abomination. So they took her,” her hands were in fists, her nails pressing into her palm.

“They did something- it erased every part of her life, including my memories of her. But the day after I started getting them back. I thought it was a dream at first, a little girl who looked just like me- my best friend.” She smiled pitifully as she paced back and forth, her arms wrapped around herself as she remembered.

“But the dreams kept coming, kept reminding me of things that felt so real- they had to be tangible memories. But I was the only one. My parents couldn’t remember their daughter. How sick is that?” She looked up at Loki and her eyes were wide with shock, and was that understanding? Where was the look of pity she’d grown so used to seeing when she opened up to others?

Kai swallowed dryly and continued. “I’ve been trying to find a way to get to her ever since. I know she’s still alive, I can feel it. She’s out there somewhere, alone.” She took a deep breath.

“I found out that the people who took her were called the Time Variance Authority. After years I managed to make a contact with an analyst there. He’s been feeding me information, ways I could possibly find her. I need the tesseract so I can trade it for one of their little machines. It opens the portals to their world. I was told if anyone had one, it’d be the collector.” She threw her hands up, motioning to the space around her.

After a few moments of silence Loki started chuckling which quickly turned into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry-“ she gasped out, holding her stomach, her laugh almost maniacal. “You got me- oh you,” she shook her head, pointing upwards to some imaginary force.

Kai’s brow furrowed, looking around the room as if that’d help her piece it together. “What- who are you talking to?”

Loki’s laughter died down. She took a deep breath to settle herself. “I apologise- not the best reaction to have when someone tells you about their long lost sister. I was laughing because this may be the greatest cosmic joke I’ve heard in centuries. Since,” she pulled a compact rectangle out from behind her. “It seems I have exactly what you need.” She flicked the device open, revealing orange text against a black screen on one side, a series of confusing buttons on the other.

“Is that,” Kai reached forward but Loki moved it swiftly away. “A tempad.” She finished, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Luckily I kept it in another- clearly safer, place than the tesseract.”

“How do you have this? I’ve searched for one for so long,” Kai’s voice wavered as she asked, her heart racing.

Loki licked her lips, “what they did to your sister- they tried to do the same to me. Although, they clearly underestimated who they were dealing with.” She gave her a wide grin.

“Now, let’s go get a drink,” she strode to the door, opening it with a wave of her hand before taking a look back at Kai. “And see if we can’t work ourselves out a little deal.”

END NOTES: Oh my Lady Loki! I'm so excited to write her- this is my first time so please let me know what you think. I'm planning to carry through with her in Chapter 3 (I know she's definitely not finished with Kai yet...). Thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful evening!! x

Chapter 3 here.

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[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot- Out Of My League

Intro: Steve can tell Katie’s feeling a little bit down. But in true Cap style, he’s not gonna give up until he figures out why and a way to make it better….

Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N:  Someone once commented when reading Stark Spangled Banner that they felt like Katie loved Steve more than he loved her, and that got me seriously doubting the way I had written Steve as that is most certainly not the case. The pair of them are ridiculously in love and Steve is utterly besotted with his girl, and let’s not forget spent fifteen years alone in the past to ensure he could come back to her and live the rest of his days out with the love of his life. Also worth remembering he came back looking like Ari Levinson (it was the 70s) and he kept the beard simply because she liked it…what better declaration of love?!

With this in mind, I asked a few people what they thought and @icanfeelastormbrewing​ came back with a perfect song which she said she feels en-CAP=sulates (pun intended) Steve’s feelings towards Katie. So I’ve taken a different format to usual and pulled together a Song Based Fic based on a little request from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for some soft Steve.

Written with Steve’s POV in mind.

The song is Stephen Speaks- Out Of My League. Take a listen, because it’s phenomenally beautiful.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

 September 2027

It’s her hair and her eyes today That just simply take me away And the feeling that I’m falling further in love Makes me shiver but in a good way

“Hey Pal.” Steve smiled softly, picking his baby son up out of the basinet. Instantly Harry’s soft whimpers died down as he pressed his face into his dad’s shoulder, his soft head nuzzling into the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You hungry?” He asked gently, carrying the six week old baby into the kitchen to grab him a bottle out of the fridge. Once he’d warmed it, checked it, he returned to the sitting room and began to feed him, Harry’s little cheeks working eagerly as he took his milk. Steve watched as his baby boy turned his bright blue eyes onto his and he smiled down at his son, gently adjusting his arms to make sure he was settled comfortably before he glanced up at the clock.

Katie should be back soon from dropping the elder two littles off and Steve was hoping that Rori had decided to get out of the damned car without a full on fight like the one he’d had with her the previous morning. His little Star Spangled Diva really wasn’t happy about the fact she had to go to Nursery when Harry could stay home all day. And she didn’t care when he’d explained to her that Harry was a baby and therefore was too little to go to nursery. She’d screamed and screamed and yelled about the fact that it wasn’t fair but her tantrum had simply made Steve even more determined get her out of the car and through the fucking door. In the end he had carried her in and explained to the familiar members of staff from Jamie’s time there, what was going on.They’d simply smiled at him, told him they’d dealt with worse (he didn’t voice the fact that he seriously doubted that) and he’d set her down on the floor, crouched in front of her and told her to be a good girl and he’d be back in a few hours, leaving her screaming behind him as he walked off. It had almost killed him but he was thankful it was him doing it and not Katie as she constantly doubted her decisions at a mother as it was and he knew that, despite all the teasing Katie did about Rori being Steve’s little Princess, she would be the one that caved and brought her home as she couldn’t bear to leave her behind, screaming.

Both of them loved Rori with everything they had, just the same as all their kids, but Jesus Christ she was the hardest one to deal with out of the lot of them, especially when she didn’t get her own way. Just like her mother, Steve often teased Katie, although he knew that deep down that was a slightly un-fair comparison. Whilst Katie was certainly prone to her little brat moments, she was utterly selfless when it came to the kids and her family and friends, one of the many things he adored about her.

Lucky’s ears pricked up, and his tail started to thump against the rug and moments later Steve heard the door open and shut. She walked into the living room and he instantly frowned at her face, he could see she’d been crying.

“Honey?” He asked, looking at her as she walked towards him, running her finger softly over Harry’s cheek.

“I literally fed him about an hour before I left.” She chuckled, avoiding Steve’s questioning eyes. “You and your damned serum.” Steve watched her as she sat down next to him, tucking her legs under her on the chair, her long hair falling over her face slightly.

“Katie,” he spoke a little more sternly and he saw her take a deep breath and turn her face to him, “what’s wrong? Was she a pain in the ass again?” “No, actually, she was perfect.” Katie smiled. “Got out of the car, walked in, smiled at everyone and headed off to play. I nearly fainted in surprise.” “So why have you been crying?” “I had a baby six weeks ago, it’s just hormones. Honestly, I’m fine.” Steve could tell she was lying, he always could. Her eyes avoided his as she couldn’t ever lie to his face. But whatever it was she didn’t want to tell him so he let it slide.

For now.

“Okay” he said, looking at her. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we head out for the afternoon?”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping ready for going back for your pre-term meetings next week?” She looked at him and he shrugged.

“I’ll catch up.” He said with a smile. “Spending time with you is more important.”

Katie smiled and peered over at Harry who had stopped drinking. Steve gently placed the bottle onto the coffee table and moved Harry so he was over his shoulder, rubbing at his back.

“Anywhere in mind?”

“Well,” Steve looked at her, “we really should get you a new car.”

“Steve, I’m not…” “Just, hear me out,” he said, silencing her. “I’m not asking you to get rid of the Camero, I know how much that car means to you.”

She looked down and took a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, it’s a lump of metal but…” “Tony got it you, I know.” Steve said softly “But I’m driving it now all the time because you need the Audi for the kids so I thought maybe we should get another one. The Camero can be your little, I dunno, fun car.” “Fun car?” Katie looked at him, smiling as he shrugged.

“Yeah, one that we can snatch a drive in every once in a while when we’re alone. Although I know that hardly happens now.” Katie gave a chuckle, before she shrugged. “Okay, we could go car hunting I suppose.” “And grab lunch?” Steve looked at her.

“Sure.” She nodded before she smiled a little.

“What you thinking?” Steve asked. “How much I loved my range rover that I got for my twenty-first.” A fond look crossed her face. Steve smiled, that had been the car she’d had when he’d first met her, and it had been flatted under the triskelion.

“Yeah, that was a nice car. Why don’t we go and see about getting you another one?”

“Yeah, maybe…” At that point Harry let out a burp and both parents looked at him, Steve giving his head a kiss.

“Here, I’ll take him. You go get showered and then we can head out.” Katie gestured with her arms. Steve gently passed him over and she held him close, his head resting on her chest, his little legs supported by her arms. Steve stood up, dropped a soft kiss to his wife’s lips and then headed up the stairs to get changed.

***** All the times I have sat and stared As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair And she purses her lips, bats her eyes and she plays with me Sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

The car shopping went better than Steve had anticipated. The minute Katie had sat in one of the vehicles in the Range Rover showroom he’d seen her face light up, as she checked all the buttons and the various gadgets the car had, asking the sales man various questions. Forty minutes or so later, after a heavy negotiation during which his wife had almost reduced the salesman to a quivering wreck, they left, Katie having ordered a Firenze red Range Rover Velar. Katie had smiled at the colour, saying it reminded her of Tony’s Iron Man suit, which had made Steve chuckle a little at her confession.

And then she had suggested that they look for a newer car for Steve too. He’d protested at first, as he didn’t think he needed one but she’d shrugged and simply replied ‘when is anything we buy ever really about what we need?’

As a result, they’d swung into the Porsche showroom on their way back in, and an hour later Steve was the owner of a sleek silver Cayenne in a grey-blue colour, with tan leather interior which would be delivered in about ten weeks, not long before Katie’s was due. He’d fallen in love with the model the moment he had sat inside it. It was fancy, well finished, and felt beyond luxurious. And on the test drive he’d taken whilst Katie fed Harry again, it was fucking fast too, which easily satisfied his inner speed-demon.

“Well that was an expensive morning.” Steve grinned as they sat in the small bistro not far from Jamie’s school, Harry once more asleep in his pram as they both studied the menu.

“We’ve had worse.” Katie smiled and Steve snorted, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, okay the house. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and Steve watched her glance through the menu, her hand brushing her hair back behind her ears as she bit her lip and studied the options for lunch. And there it was again, that look on her face, the one he knew meant something was bothering her. Before he had chance to push her further on it the waiter appeared and they placed their order. Steve opting for a pizza, because well he’d eat that stuff every meal of the day if he could, and Katie went for a chicken Caesar salad stating she fancied a change from her usual choice here of Carbonara. Steve waited until the man had bustled off before he reached over the table and gently took Katie’s hand.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honestly.” She looked at him, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back on me. I’ve known you for too long now sweetheart.” She looked down at the table and took a breath, “Steve, I don’t wanna talk about it, not here, not now.”

“Katie…” “Please.” She looked at him, her eyes wide as she shook her head “Don’t.” Steve took a deep breath and sat back, holding his hands up in surrender “Okay, but this is not the end of this conversation.” “Don’t I know it,” she grumbled, giving him a look, “you’re like a dog with a bone when you get going.” “I’ll give you a bone if you want.” He quipped, dropping his voice and leaning over the table. It wasn’t often he made a dirty joke like that in public, but it had the desired effect. Her cheeks flushed and she raised an eyebrow at him, a cheeky grin flitting across her face, whatever worry it was she had forgotten for the moment.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” She sniggered, shaking her head and he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her over his beer as he took a sip.

“You don’t want?” He titled his head to the side. “I didn’t say that.” “So you do…”

“Piss off, Steve.” She laughed, making him grin again.

**** ‘Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

“Daddy!” Rori shrieked as Steve walked into the nursery. He smiled as she barrelled towards him and he scooped her up, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, princess!” He smiled, “You had a good day?” “Yeah we did erm painting and some games and I fallded over but I’m okay.” “She took a tumble when they were outside on the playground.” Sally, one of the nursery assistants advised Steve, passing him an envelope. “It wasn’t anything major, she bumped her knee. She didn’t seem to even notice, or care, but we’re obliged to write it up.” “Thanks.” Steve smiled, taking the report from her and tucking it into his pocket. He wasn’t worried, she was like her brother in that respect. The half of her that was him was her robustness to general knocks and tumbles and germs, thanks to the serum. He placed her down on the floor and told her to collect her things, watching as she headed over to the little peg that contained her small pink backpack and her jacket.

“How’s the little one?” Sally asked and Steve turned to her, smiling.

“He’s great.” Steve beamed. “Such a placid baby, in comparison to the other two anyway, certainly her.” He added with a nod towards Rori. Sally chuckled. “Yeah, a lot of parents say that the youngest ones are often the easiest. I think it’s because as Parents you relax a little more and they feel it. You should tell Mrs Rogers to bring him in one morning, we’ve not met him yet.” “I will.” Steve smiled, nodding as Rori came back. He gently helped her put her jacket on before he stood up, thanked the staff again and led her outside to the car.

“Where’s momma?” Rori asked.

“She’s at home with Harry. We just gotta go pick Jamie up and then we can go home.” “Okay.” she said. She fell silent for a moment before she suddenly chirped up again. “Daddy, my knee hurts.”

Steve glanced down at her sceptically as he opened the car door. “Does it? Or are you just angling for sympathy?” Rori pondered for a moment before she grinned. “Sympathy.”

Steve snorted, she was honest at least. He sat her in her car seat in the back of the car, buckling her in before he pressed a kiss to the knee she was pointing at. “Better?” “Yes, fankoo.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled, shutting the door and heading to the driver’s side to climb in. He drove the few blocks to Jamie’s school, pulling into the pick-up area and nodded to the staff member who was on duty. Jamie waved and Steve had to snort at the state of him. His tie was completely wonky, his jacket was open, shirt untucked… typical seven year old boy. He shot over to the car as Steve climbed out, opening the trunk so he could stick his rucksack in the back before he moved to give his dad a quick hug.

“Had a good day, Son?”

Jamie nodded and climbed into the car, sitting on the booster in the front. Steve clipped him in and then made to head home.

“Guess what me and Momma did today.” Steve looked at Jamie as he pulled out of the school grounds and onto the road.

“What?” “Bought two new cars.” “What did you get?” Jamie grinned

“Well, Momma got a range rover, a red one. And I got a Porsche.” “Cool.” Jamie nodded his approval. “Is momma happier now?”

Steve frowned. “What makes you ask that, buddy?” “When we dropped Rori off before she got upset.”

“Did she say why?” “She told me when we walked back to the car that it was just her feelings from having Harry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve pondered for a moment, his thumb tapping on the steering wheel before he turned to his son again. “Did she speak to anyone when you dropped Rori off?” “Just Sally.” Jamie shrugged. “There were some other ladies there but Momma didn’t speak to them.”

“Okay, well, don’t worry about it.” Steve nodded to assure the boy. He knew Jamie hated seeing his mother upset. “She’s fine, like she said, just her feelings from Harry.” They drove home, Steve chatting to Jamie and Rori as they went but his mind was still on his wife. He knew now that whatever was bothering her had to be something to do with Rori’s nursery, or something that had happened when she had dropped her off.

And it gave him an angle to approach her with.

In typical fashion, the kids shot into the kitchen and Katie greeted them both with a smile from where she had been stood preparing their dinner. The two of them began instantly gabbling away, both filling her in about their day and Steve leaned on the doorway, watching as his wife talked to both of them, crouching down to look them both in the eyes as they thrust various pieces of paper at her. He loved watching her interact with their children, it was simply something he found astonishing how easy it came to her. Being a mother had highlighted every single trait he found so damned attractive about her even more and it lit a fire in his belly every single time he saw it.  She glanced up at him and he gave her a smile, pushing off the door frame and walking into the room, passing Harry who was still asleep in the basinet in the corner of the room.

“He not woke up?” Steve asked and Katie shook her head.

“We’re gonna suffer for that tonight.” She sighed and Steve chuckled, dropping a kiss to her cheek.

“Jamie,” he turned to his son who’s hand was sneaking up onto the counter next to Katie to grab a piece of cheese she had been grating. Jamie grinned at his dad as he popped into his mouth with a shrug. Steve rolled his eyes, smiling, “go change pal, get out of your uniform.”

“Okay.” he agreed, heading out of the kitchen.

“I change too, daddy?” Rori looked at him.

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.” She folded her arms and Steve looked at Katie who gave a snort as they both observed their little Diva.

“What do you want to change into?” Steve asked, picking her up.

“Bumble bear.” “You wanna wear your bear onesie?”

She nodded.

“Alright, come on.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, the pair of them heading upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, both kids were settled in the den, the pair of them looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Telling Jamie that he was on ‘big brother’ duties, basically an instruction to be careful and keep Rori out of mischief as much as he could, he headed into the kitchen to find Katie now wiping down the counters, a pasta bake in the oven.

“Jamie said you were upset this morning after you left the nursery.” Steve’s arms wrapped around his wife from behind and he felt her still slightly “Come on, Doll, what’s been eating you all day?”

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She shrugged, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Katie,” his voice was stern and he lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows raising as he gave her a look that instructed her to tell the truth.

With a sigh she lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just overheard a few of the moms talking that’s all, I don’t think they realised I was behind them. It’s no big deal.” “What were they saying?” “They just,” Katie took a deep breath, “they made a comment about Rori and how like me she looked, and then one of them said or at least how I used to look anyway.”

Steve frowned, staying silent and waiting for her to finish.

“Then they kinda laughed and said that I’d certainly ‘let myself go’ a little after the latest one,” she raised her hands and framed the offending three words with phrase marks by bending the index and middle fingers on each hand forward twice in symmetry.

Steve fought hard to keep his face straight and not display they anger he was feeling inside. Fuck, he loved this woman, and the thought of anyone saying something so damned cruel it would upset her made him furious.

“They manage to look all neat and tidy for the school run and I,” Katie shook her head, “it’s all I can do to make sure my top is on the right way round.

“Honey,” Steve shook his head, “we have three small kids, all who need breakfast and dressing in the morning, and one of whom is barely six weeks old.” “Yeah I know, and I know I need to give myself time but,” she shrugged, “you know that each time I’ve been pregnant I’ve kept some weight somewhere.” “So?” Steve frowned

“I don’t know, I guess I just miss being the size I was. It doesn’t matter, I told you, I was being stupid.” She shook her head. “I’ll get over it.”

Steve looked at her for a second, his head cocked to one side. Whilst it was true that post Jamie her hips had remained slightly larger as had her chest. And the added curve to her ass hadn’t completely been there before she’d had Rori, but her stomach had returned to being fairly flat post both of their previous kids, even if it wasn’t a washboard of muscle like it had when she was at the peak of her SHIELD or Avenging days. Her waist had remained fairly small and all of this had simply given her a killer hourglass figure he fucking loved, and one that he’d noticed various other men casting approving glances over on more than one occasion.

And yes, now six weeks after giving birth she was still carrying extra baby weight over and above all that but Steve frankly didn’t’ give a shit. She was gorgeous to him, and always would be.

“Well I don’t miss it.” Steve looked at her, his hands falling to her hips as he pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, before Jamie you were tiny, it’s skewing your perception. I could practically connect my hands around your waist.” She looked at him as he continued, to speak, shaking his head. “We’ve both changed, as you told me not long ago.”

“But it looks good on you.”

“Yeah, and having our babies looks good on you, too.” He pressed and she gave a soft smile, looking at him. “Just don’t think on it please, I love you. I always will. You know this.” “I know, sorry, like I said, I was just having an off day and,” she nuzzled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around her back, “I guess the hormones kinda made it worse.”

“Well I’ll make it better later.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

“Yeah, you finally gonna give me that bone?” She snorted and he laughed.

“Damned right…” he muttered, his lips brushing hers lightly. “My baby momma…” ******

It’s a masterful melody When she calls out my name to me As the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes And I feel like I’m falling but it’s no surprise

Steve’s hands were all over his wife as she sat, straddled over his lap on the sofa. After putting the kids to bed they’d been cuddled up watching a film, and he’d simply been watching her sat there, playing with her hair, biting her thumb, and then his self-control had finally snapped and he had pulled her onto his lap with one aim only.

His mouth trailed soft kisses up her neck to that spot behind her ear as his fingers began gently undoing the buttons on the front of the plaid shirt she was wearing, the shirt that as ever belonged to him. He opened them slowly one by one and Katie moved her head to catch his mouth with hers, her tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He obliged, opening his mouth, his own tongue dipping into hers with smooth strokes as he gently reached the last button of the shirt and pushed it down over her shoulders, where it dropped to the floor.

His forehead pressed to hers and he looked down at her, giving a soft groan as his hands gripped her hips pulling her down further onto his lap, grinding up against her through his sweats. He was rock hard already, the sight of her sat on front of him was enough to make him lose his mind completely.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, his lips grazing over her collar bone as one of his hands slid up her body, where it gently began to knead at her bra clad breast, softly teasing her nipple beneath the lace. He knew she was tender there, and he couldn’t go to town on them as much as he would like to but that was another thing that fucking turned him on so much. The fact that she was nursing his baby son, knowing that her body was nurturing him was so goddamned fucking amazing it had him low key horny all the time.

“Off…” She mumbled against his lips, hands grabbing at the bottom of his T’shirt and Steve sat forward slightly to allow her to pull it over his head and her hands ran through his hair, down his now bare back and up again, before she gently cupped her face with her hands, the pads of her fingers gently pressing into the whiskers of his beard as she leaned down for another kiss. Steve’s large hands flattened on her back, pulling her closer to him, their chests pressed together, lips locked deeply. Once more Steve titled his hips, causing Katie’s breath to catch in her throat and she pulled away slightly to look at him, Steve’s own breathing hitching slightly at the look of love and adoration his wife had on her face. One he knew he was mirroring completely.

Tilting his hips slightly, he raised them both easily off the sofa, and Katie instantly worked his sweats and boxers down over his slim waist. Without another second of hesitation he moved her panties to one side with one hand as he grasped his achingly hard cock in the other as Katie gently positioned herself before she sank down slowly onto him giving a soft mewl as he filled her, his hands returning to her waist once she had taken him in completely. With a grunt of his own, he held her still for a moment, before he bucked his hips upwards, Katie meeting him as she pushed down, tilting her hips so he was driving up against her spot. They found a rhythm, easily, as always. It was a well-worn dance between the pair of them after so many years together but a dance that Steve would never get tired of. Every single time it felt just as good as the last, and as Katie rolled her hips slightly, moving her forwards an inch Steve’s head fell back against the back cushions on the sofa, his hands cradling her close.

“Feel so fucking good,” he praised, his hips slamming upwards again, her moans of pleasure filling the room as she pushed downwards. He leaned forward, his mouth gently pressing kissing to her sternum and throat and she gave a shudder, rotating her hips urgently as Steve continued to push up and greet her movement for movement.

“Stevie…I’m…” she panted softly, her head falling forwards to catch his mouth and he felt her twitch around him, meaning she was close. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her face still as he kissed her hard, hips snapping forwards. With a soft cry, she stilled slightly, her moans flowing into Steve’s mouth as he felt her fluttering around him as she came and he wasn’t far behind. He pushed up, thrusting through her orgasm before he reached his own, with a groan that bubbled from his chest, his eyes closing in utter bliss as the feeling overwhelmed him. They both sat still for a moment, utterly spent, Steve’s hands skating up his wife’s back as she gave a soft hum of contentment, her head resting against his.

Steve gently pulled back, his hand tilting Katie’s chin up gently so he could kiss her again, soflty, and he smiled against her mouth, before Harry gave a shrill cry from the cradle in the corner of the room, reminding them of something that they had both forgotten during the last blissful fifteen minutes of pure lust and passion. They weren’t just Steve and Katie anymore, they were Momma and Daddy.

And Steve wouldn’t change ANYTHING about that for the world.

*****

'Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause it’s frightening to be Swimming in this strange sea But I’d rather be here than on land

The next morning they altered their routine slightly. Jamie was dropped at school first and then Steve drove to Nursery to drop Rori off, complete with Harry so the staff could meet him for the first time. Steve kept a careful watch on his wife as she got out of the car, smoothing her hair back slightly as she helped Rori out, the pair of them making their way through the gates and into the building. Steve followed behind, the car seat containing Harry in his hand.

Once inside, Rori bounded off to see her friends and the nursery staff immediately crowded around Harry as Katie smiled and Steve gently placed the seat on the main desk. Katie lifted him out and handed him to Sally who beamed and gently took him in her arms.

“Oh, Mrs Rogers,” she looked at Katie then to Steve, “Sir, he’s beautiful,” she beamed, rocking him slightly as Harry’s hands gently fisted in the air, his eyes focussed on the older woman as she smiled at him.

“Just like his Momma.” Steve’s arm curled round Katie as he pressed a kiss to her head. She nudged him with her elbow as she flushed slightly.

Once the staff had all finished preening over Harry, Katie made sure he was secure in his seat again and they both made their way back outside. Steve clipped the seat back onto the base in the rear of the car and then stood up, glancing over the top of the door at Katie but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her eyes were watching something behind him and he turned to see two women as they walked down the sidewalk towards them, both of them leading a child each. Instantly he noticed his wife’s demeanour change as she tugged at the bottom of her top, pulling it away from her body and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who those women were.

Hell, no. Not on his watch.

Ignoring the surge of anger in his stomach he shut the door to the car gently and without a word grabbed his wife and pressed his lips to hers. It took her a moment to respond, he’d surprised her that much, but she smiled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to give her ass a quick squeeze.

“What was that for?” She asked a little breathlessly as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Do I need a reason?” He smiled.

“No, suppose not.” She grinned, patting his chest. “Come on, we never had breakfast before and I’m starving.” She moved away from him and Steve opened the passenger door for her to climb in. Shutting it softly he turned and saw the two women looking at him. He raised an eyebrow challengingly, his hands dropping to his buckle.

“Morning.” His voice remained neutral but carried that undertone of a challenge, in the way he always managed when slipping back into Captain mode.

“Err, good morning, Captain…errr… Mr Rogers.” One of them spoke, smiling. “I’m not sure what you go by now.” “Neither am I.” He shrugged simply “Bur Mr Rogers is fine, thanks. Reminds me I’m married. And who doesn’t want to be reminded they’re married to the most beautiful gal on the planet huh?” He smiled broadly. “Even if some people think she looks a little different now from when we first met…”

The smile on both their faces slipped a little and Steve levelled them both with a look, leaving them in no uncertain terms as to what he was saying and had to fight the smirk that was threatening to spread on his face as he could tell instantly that he had embarrassed them, which had completely been his intent. Both women flushed a deep shade of red and they both hastily bid him good-day as they bustled up the path towards the main door.

Steve climbed into the car, and Katie turned to him.

“You’re such a bitch.” she smirked, and he looked at her, not even attempting to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about. He was busted, but he didn’t care.

“Well they shouldn’t be trash talking my wife.” He shrugged. Katie shook her head gently before she leaned over to give him a soft kiss.

“Still going all protective over me, huh Soldier?” “Always.” He nodded as she pressed her lips gently to his again. Smiling, she tucked her hair behind her ears before they both settled down and Steve snapped the car into drive, pulling off into the steady stream of morning traffic.

Yes she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

 **original posting**

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(A/n: this might be a little biased since I’m in love with this man & I’m basing the relationship parts of this on my mc/myself so hope y’all don’t mind 😬)

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LUCAS KOH —

27 (28) years old

From Oxford, England

Father is Korean & a car salesman at a Nissan dealership, he’s a strict/serious man who has high morals but beyond that he can actually be a softie in rare moments (+ that’s who Lucas gets his height from 🤤)

Mother is actually Chinese but lived in Korea studying abroad and eventually became a successful chiropractor (s/o to doctor mondragon on YouTube who I watch to help me sleep some nights and wish I could see! Lol) with her own practice. She’s a firecracker, intelligent, and quick to say what’s on her mind and doesn’t care if you like what she’s got to say. Most patients like that about her, she’s honest and her family is used to her ways but in the same way it’s more loving than offensive? (Smol woman but will remind you when she’s cracking your body she’s got enough power in her)

Either he’s a only child or he comes from a family of all boys with two younger brothers (they’re all in their 20’s) or he has one younger brother and one younger sister idk you decide

I’m feeling like he’s a Sagittarius? Carefree in the terms of he wasn’t viewing finally getting with MC when she’s dating someone else as cheating. Mans was READY to risk it all for me okay and I was down for it but ofc I had to react realistically and NOT “cheat.” *sigh* one part of me was debating ‘are we really dating tho bobby? We’re on reality tv. We’re not gonna die without each other if we hang out in seperate rooms’ *cough* Nope. but I’m a woman about her loyalty

He’s definitely adventurous. I don’t see him as the type to want to stay home all the time even tho his work definitely keeps him busy/exhausted. He’s down for road trips 💯

Occupation? Physicotherapist. His mother inspired him to get into the field and watching sports + the way players got their injuries always intrigued him? So to provide the best plan to have someone heal was something he loved to do plus being hands on while teaching/helping was a passion for him + I feel like he would also use a massaging technique instead of the usual exercise part of it

Now as someone who suffered a ACL & Mensicus tear & is STILL dealing with this BS pain years later, I would be so thankful to have him around! I feel like he’d have a optimistic attitude towards his patients and that’s what people need not someone that’s insensitive (like my surgeon/PT’s I had)

He models from time to time, when he was first approached about it he was upfront about not wanting to do it. It was much different than getting your picture taken for the office. That’s usually quick, the whole modeling process felt longer but somehow he was talked into it by his brother who’s a photographer and his mother. “Do you think you’re ugly? ‘Cause I’m not and you’re a part of me, so therefore there’s no such thing. Just look at your cheekbones, your jawline! I gave you those. The only good thing your father gave you was height.” Which filled the house with snickers while Lucas’ father just rolled his eyes and continued reading his newspaper for breakfast

Has a motorcycle and some luxurious car—not a Tesla those are basic now 🤷🏽‍♀️

Loves his motorcycle so much he’s got a tat of it on his right bicep

He has two available parking spaces in his parking garage at his penthouse but keeps his bike away in a storage unit due to a neighbor scratching it after his girlfriend broke up with him? Saying she was off to date Lucas? But that wasn’t true at all. He barely knew the girl, they didn’t live on the same floor. People were crazy but if you push him his temper might come out

Owns a leather jacket that he paid a lot for

Believes in “treat yo self” if it means in quality when shopping and has no issue being a big spender but he knows how to manage it well (his father told him all about how his own father dealt with bankruptcy)

Since he’s often at the office the whole day, he’s usually a night owl. He loves night drives and night dining. That’s usually when he finds the best places to eat

There’s this one pho spot that he loves and it’s his go to spot when he wants something quick on the way home

Cannot sleep with his entire body covered in covers, either his arms/shoulders have to be out or his legs, which would be a issue for me/mc since I sleep with the covers over my entire body...yes even in hot weather with the AC cranked up😂

He also makes great kimchi fried rice & loves Italian food

Will wine and dine. I believe it. I envision it! He loves going out on dates with his significant other (If he’s single and not with me, I think he’d try out speed dating)

Will dress to impress, will buy you a new fit he wants to see you/us/mc in especially if it’s your anniversary

Loves taking bubble bath’s with infused oils or flower petals with significant other

He’s the type that takes long showers & it brings him a true sense of freedom. He’s never able to take a quick shower, he gets lost in his ideas of what to do next in this world & it’s limitless

If he’s in for the day, which usually doesn’t last long—he’s either in sweats or in a robe all day

Only drives his bike on the weekend or if he’s going out of town but if he’s going on a trip for a couple of days with MC & if she’s got a bit of anxiety like me? He’ll stick to his car to make them comfortable

I feel like he enjoys the winter season. Maybe if it’s a slushy rainy winter more than a blizzards/snowy season. He loves bundling up, much to people’s surprise. He’s more than just his good looks and body love island fans!!!

Doesn’t post much on his socials. If you need to see what he’s about then you should do so in person or already know who he is. The internet can’t tell you much, in his opinion

Keeps himself in good health, I mean duh what kind of PT would he be 😉 goes on night jogs with reflector clothes on & occasionally morning jogs & at home workouts

Probably will date someone younger than him. Not by much, I don’t think he can take immaturity well. (That maybe how he views it) The most is 4 years younger than him

Henrik is his best bud from the show. They hang out all the time, crash at each other’s places, and vacation together all the time. They will be each other’s future best men forsure

Doesn’t go out of his way to talk to the rest of the guys from the show but if he happens to browse his feed and sees something he wants to comment on then he’ll carry a conversation of course

Far as the girls? He talks to Hannah & Priya from time to time. He also follows Hope and they like each other’s posts but not much communication is there either?

Either has a mint or black phone case, probably a Samsung galaxy user

Likes pistachio frozen yogurt but he’s lactose & doesn’t want to believe it :(

Smokes cigars when he’s out with his boys

Has a tight knit group of friends, majority of them are from the medical field since they all went to uni together + most of them are also married so the pressure is so on

*He’s the oldest out of his sibs so according to his parents he’s expected to be married first yet his baby sis is engaged and she’s 23*

wants a family...eventually. Probably will happen in his early thirties? The max for children is 2 for him. He knows they can be a HANDFUL due to his own friends who have kids + he’s a godfather and he’s babysat before so he knows how it goes!

enjoys his freedom as stated which further proves he’s a sag lol

Enjoys going to saunas to cleanse his pores/ get rid of toxins. It’s the easiest way for him to do so even tho his brother clowns him for it

His love language is deff physical touch. He loves hugs and resting his chin on top of your head, forehead to forehead, his nose pressed in between the space of your neck and shoulder, gentle squeezes, sitting next to each other with your legs touching, cuddling, sleeping on top of you or you on him, etc

He loves kissing. It’s automatic for him and it can also easily rile him up

Has strong opinions & will show them but will feel like he’s being attacked if it brings on a confrontation/argument

Will forgive and forget

Plays strategy board games

Makes his own natural healing creams & gives samples to his patients depending on their needs

His fav colors are: blue, white, & grey

Will grow a bit of facial hair in the cooler months if it’ll make mc happy (I’m a sucker for facial hair but hate it on myself lmao) but if he dislikes the feeling on his face he will shave and finds he likes a shaven face better, the facial hair makes him look a bit older—which is okay but that’s just his preference

When he stops putting gel in his hair/styling his hair in a quiff hairstyle it shocks fans with mc commenting on one of his pics, “you’re welcome x”

Likes going to the Hard Rock Cafe on causal weekends

also likes getting freaky in public, down for whatever 🤪

He’s a traveler so if he leaves the UK, I’m seeing him land in Toronto, Canada first and falling in love with it. I feel he would vibe well with the culture there, might even consider getting a vacation home in that location

Celeb crushes? Anne Hathaway, Beyoncé, Lupita Nyong'o, Anna Diop, Imaan Hammam, Jodie Comer, Megan Fox, Shay Mitchell, & Cassie Ventura Fine

Oh Lucas. I feel like we have similar tastes? Somewhat. He probably listens to more rock than I do? Maybe 80s rock moreso? & He listens to: WALK THE MOON, Allen Stone (his fav) , Emily king, Gavin Turek, Melanie Fiona, THEY., DPR live, & Sik-k

Anthem = Young the Giant, “Something to believe in”

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg mc #litg au #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg hannah #litg hope #litg nope

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 3

Previous: Love at First Algorithm 

Pairing: Kim Seokjin X OFC

Genre: Light Angst, Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Light College AU

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None

Summary: Kim Seokjin and Lee Euna are flirting the line between classmates and crushing, will he return her feelings? 

Daddy’s Favorite & the First Date

Fall, Junior Year

         Lee Euna is the youngest heiress to Lee Enterprises, one of the largest conglomerates in the history of economics. Heralded as one of the leading forces in banking and stock trades, it has banks all over the world catering to the highest cliental, princes and princesses, kings and queens all lined up to put their worth, jewels and all, in the vaults of Lee. Their smaller subsidiaries managed the trading of stocks, networking in millions of dollars for various clients who inhabited a lesser tier of society but strived to reach the upper echelon. Generational wealth, for the Lee’s and their clients, made their work heavily guarded and secretive. Getting hired by them was near impossible, and once you were in, death was the only way out.

         It was a misconception that Euna had little to live up to, as her parents favorite and owner of the highest IQ out of her four siblings, she was set to become CEO, while her siblings were relegated to chairman of the board, and heads of philanthropy. The titles suited her siblings fine. Dae-Seong loved bossing around the members of the board, encouraging frivolity and billable hours while scheduling grueling development that often-bored members to tears. He ruled with an iron fist, what he said went, that is unless the CEO had a differing opinion, and then, both out of spite and seniority, Dae-Seong fell in line with what their father wanted. Dae-Seong didn’t care for the familial atmosphere their father had run Lee Enterprises with, and favored a cold regimented environment that was almost impossible to work in. Dae-Seong always said that the best blooms came from the hardest earth. Whether or not that was proven, he didn’t care, at LeeEnterprises, he would make it so.

         Jun-Seo and Kwan-Min loved running the philanthropy branch of the Enterprise. They, like their father and mother, adored a good party and held several charity balls each year. Together, they raised hundreds of millions for a variety of causes that Euna barely paid attention to. The food was always exquisite, the drinks plentiful, the glimmer of the party always outshining the family feud that erupted hours before guests showed up, and the scandals that would be whispered about the morning after. Though the scandals never tarnished the reputations of Jun-Seo and Kwan-Min, they certainly provided a necessary indulgence to all the attendees.

         Kwan-Min, the second oldest, was thrilled with her role in Lee Enterprises. She and Jun-Seo were heralded as visionaries, doling out millions of dollars every year to causes that ranged from climate justice to underfunded schools, and cancer research. They were responsible for funding some of the most progressive movements, as well as backing lobbyists for liberal, bordering on socialist, legislation. They dedicated an afternoon a week, usually Thursdays, to spend their time scouring the internet for new charities to donate money to. This was the heart of their jobs, finding niche organizations that were struggling, food pantries in rural towns or women’s shelters in battered parts of the city, that sustained their other work and lessened the blow of the billions in their bank accounts.

         It was hard to be known as a large corporation benefiting from tax breaks while subsequently funding social movements. The family never discussed the dichotomy of their predicament, instead choosing to let their actions speak for themselves.

         Anyone could donate thousands to St. Jude.

         Only the Lee’s could donate a hundred million.

         While Kwan-Min found satisfaction in donating to negligible organizations, Jun-Seo found bliss in hounding friends and acquaintances for money. A natural salesman, he strived on the pressure he created for himself. Nothing was ever good enough, or enough period. He was always wanting more. More money to give away, more money to spend on vacations and lavish trips, more alcohol, more clothes, everything in excess. His work, and Kwan-Min’s, was regularly overlooked by both their parents, Dae-Seong and Euna. The good they did was always outshined by the amount that Euna and Dae-Seong pulled into the business, the new dignitaries transferring their funds, the latest piece of the Queen’s jewelry put into one of their vaults. They’d always played the role of second fiddle, and as years went by, no matter their accomplishments, they were never held in the same esteem as Euna and god forbid, Dae-Seong.

         If Jun-Seo and Kwan-Min were relegated to the B-Team, Euna was first off the bench for the A-Team. Every Lee child attended college, but none went to the most elite universities with the most widely renowned business program, with guarantees to intern anywhere they wanted, except Euna. Her older siblings watched as she rose through the ranks, mastering the cello, classic ballet and calculus by the time she was thirteen. They watched, with pride and in horror, as she crunched numbers in her spare time, pirouetted across the most elegant stages and slung her bow delicately against the strings of her hand made instrument. It was clear from an early age that Euna was the best of the four of them.

         In fits of anger, Dae-Seong would chide that their parents had hit it out of the park with him and kept trying until they got another diamond. If fate had been on their side, Euna would’ve been second, and if the gods really favored them, she would’ve been a boy. He routinely failed to acknowledge his other siblings, whom he owed a great deal of gratitude. It was their work that kept the paparazzi and critics at bay, their work that allowed him to go on benders and run his corporate torture seminars. Their good PR paid for his mistakes, with change left over.

         Dae-Seong specialized in breeding discontent, of taunting his siblings, bullying them, forcing them against each other. Euna had recognized this side of him from the time she could identify his actions weren’t full of love, but malintent. The announcement that she would train to be the next CEO had sent Dae into a blind rage, which he quickly turned into a bender in the most elusive clubs. They didn’t hear from him for a week, and when he returned, their father had lashed out at him before sending Dae to a ‘conference’ for a month. The siblings knew what had happened. The belt had come off the wall, and Dae, though grown, had succumbed to his father. Dae was sent to a ‘conference’ every two years or so, when his behavior and attitude became so unkempt that Mr. & Mrs. Lee felt they had no other option than sending him away for a month to sleep, reset, relax and most importantly, detox.

         There was something so pathetic about Dae-Seong’s ability to break bad and as punishment, spend a month being massaged and covered in salt scrubs.

         Euna was relieved when her parents let her move away for university and elated when Mr. & Mrs. Lee took it one step further and sent her, each summer, to work at various branches of Lee Enterprises. A summer in Seoul, a winter break in London, summer in Manhattan, another winter in London, a stop in the UAE, followed by tours of the Cayman Islands and a summer in Rio. Euna was grateful for her time away from her family and absorbed everything she was learning. She didn’t just have to prove Dae-Seong wrong, she had to prove her parents right, show that her genius wasn’t due in part to her rookie status, that her prowess and instincts weren’t dismissible as beginners’ luck.

         Spending winter and summer breaks at various branches, Euna let her work speak for her. She learned how to manipulate to make a sale, how to aggregate data in order to create an accurate projection of stock trades, to look at holdings of dignitaries and suggest how they could diversify their portfolios. The more she worked, the better she became. The harder she worked, the easier it was to pretend she didn’t know anything. Euna was in for the long haul, and that meant manipulating her persona to mystify and baffle the masses. A woman in power was a threat, and she would be damned if she let the company and the world take that from her.

         She had watched Kwan-Min and their mother being dehumanized in the media, in board meetings, at the hands of her father and Dae-Seong. When they gave too much of themselves, the world readily ate it up, devouring them whole. As a girl, Euna watched Kwan-Min change from intelligent and driven to flirty and ditzy. She watched her sister, who she idolized in secret, disappear into the mold their father had crafted. Euna wondered how long it would be before she had to adapt a highly manicured image? A version of herself in complete juxtaposition of her ingrained personality?

         It was this turmoil, this paradox, that threw Seokjin after their first meeting. She was nothing like he’d read or seen in their years at university or in the news. Though he hadn’t paid much attention to her and would admit he knew nothing about her besides the obvious, he was constantly being surprised.

         “Did you check the latest model and run the analysis?” Euna asked on a Thursday some weeks into their project.

         “Yeah, and it looks like, if Dr. Cho opens the market next class period, we’re going to see a major boom,” Seokjin answered. He’d been working on looking at Euna more, particularly when she spoke to him, and she found it all the more endearing.

         “How major?” She asked.

         “Multi-millionaires by end of week,” Seokjin informed her.

         “Good, what’s going to ruin it?” Euna set her pen down and stared at Seokjin. His lips were pouted, bangs sweeping in front of his glasses. He was beautiful.

         “If some major political event happens in the next four days, or if something happens in China,”

         “Ah, China,” Euna said rolling her eyes. “Always have to look out for the Chinese.”

         “The American market is fairly stable, but it’s the US,”

         “So, hold your breath and pray it’ll be okay?” Euna chuckled, a sound Seokjin had never heard. He laughed in response. “You have a great laugh.”

         “Oh, thank you,” Jin looked back at his computer. “You know, we’ll only have to monitor the project for a few more weeks.”

         “Seokjin, are you trying to tell me you’ll miss me?” Euna inquired.

         “Maybe, maybe I’m trying to ask if you want to hang out, maybe get a drink or coffee outside of work hours,” Seokjin shrugged, his blasé attitude ignited something within Euna. For the months they had been working together, she’d tried and failed to get him to ask her out. His disinterest in her, in anything about her, drove her crazy. He didn’t ask questions, he didn’t inquire about work or god forbid her family, or other classes she was taking, even her friends. She could have anything in the world, and yet, this man, out of reach.

         “I’d like that,” She responded.

         “Cool, how about coffee, this Sunday?” Jin suggested.

         “I can’t Sunday, family obligations,” Euna cursed her family for what felt like the millionth time.

         “Tuesday, instead of working,” Jin compromised.

         “Will the numbers wait?” Euna was partially joking, which Seokjin caught immediately.

         “They’re fictional numbers,” Jin reminded her.

         “It’s a date,” Euna replied.

Next: Codename The First Heartbreak

#secret agent au #spy au #government agent au #Kim Seokjin #jin #BTS fanfic #BTS au #BTS agent #BTS secret agent #BTS fan fic #Kim Seokjin drabble #Kim Seokjin fanfic #Kim Seokjin angst #light angst #economics #college au #partners #class project #BTS #thebtswritersclub #ficswithluv #btsgoldnet #bangtanarmynet

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With All My Heart - P.01

This is the epilogue to Dear Dean.

Grant that I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love, with all my heart.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Jamie Blum)

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 2645

A/N: This is the first part to the epilogue. You might see some other parts because I can’t stop coming back to them whenever I’m inspired. As always, thank you @themoonandotherslikeit​ <3

May 2nd, 1946

Hi Sammy,

I’m writing to you on the first page of the new notebook Jamie gifted me. 

She’d caught me scribbling notes on papers around the house-- habit I picked up while I was a prisoner in camp, I guess. I just feel like it’s the only way I can tell what’s really going on in my head. I’ve seen things, Sammy, and I’ve done things I’m not entirely proud of.

I remember there was a day when I woke up and my boots were gone. Apparently, if you don’t tie it to yourself at night, you will wake up without them. I’ve learned it the hard way. I spent a couple of days walking bare feet in the freezing cold. I almost lost a fucking toe, can you imagine? I can be thankful that I was an officer and didn’t have to work outside. I walked upon a dying soldier one day, his boots were still intact. I took it from him, Sammy. Of course I waited until he was gone. I still feel bad about it to this day, but those boots were the only thing that kept me from losing my feet. I tied them tightly around me ever since. I know you wouldn’t be proud of what I’ve done, but I just had to survive. I promised Jamie to come back and that promise was literally the only thing that kept me alive. 

You remember the feeling of hunger we had while Dad was gone for a long period of time? Where we barely had enough to get by and we ate cereal with water because milk was just too expensive? Now, take that and make it 10x worse. The feeling of hunger in camp is always present. There was not a day, an hour, a minute where I wasn’t hungry. You adjust through time, but the road from being hungry to your stomach feeling numb, that’s the worst. 

I don’t even know why I’m writing about camp because it’s basically the only thing I don’t want to be reminded of. Back to the notes, shall we?

There were a couple of notes around the house, that always started with Hi Sammy, but I’ve never gotten around to write more. I just couldn’t, Sam. I didn’t know what to write to you, since I know that you won’t ever get to read them anyway.

On my Birthday, Jamie had the wrapped up notebook in her hand and told me that she wants me to write down my thoughts. It should be some kind of therapy, she said. I know she’s right, but I just couldn’t start to write anything in it until today. 

Hope’s sleeping on my arm, by the way, so I’m scribbling in here one armed, hope you can still read it. I know that you won’t, but let us just pretend that you will, alright? 

I’m sitting in our study, that used to be Jamie’s old room. There’s a window by the desk, and I can see our garden from here. Jamie’s tending to some crops, leaving me to take care of little Hope. I still don’t know if I’m doing a good job with her, but Hope doesn’t complain, so I’ll take that as I’m doing alright. She’s almost a year now. Her Birthday is a couple of days away, and we invited people to come over. Trenton’s Mom is coming, and some neighbors with their kids. Jamie didn’t want that, though. She said Hope’s too little to know it anyway, but Jameson insisted. Maybe he thought that he could score it with one of the single moms, I don’t really know. 

I live in her house now, and her brother Jameson (who’s apparently is a real charmer with the ladies) is living with us. He’s a war veteran, too. He had lost a leg, but he’s cheerful as fuck. I built him a new room downstairs next to the living room, at least now he doesn’t have to sleep on a couch. He helped me build it, too. The two of us were working well into the night every night for two weeks. I also took care of Hope during that time because Jamie attended nursing school in the evenings. During the day, I found work in a nearby Garage. The owner liked me enough to promote me, can you imagine? Me, looking over 20 people? Yeah, you’d have a field day making fun of me.

I went back to clear our old house, Sammy. I took your belongings with me. I hope it’s okay that I kept some things that were hard for me to part with. I gave some of it to Jess. I’ve contacted her after I settled with Jamie. I couldn’t do it before, there was just too much going on and my leg was still in a cast. I’m sorry. She’s doing good, Sammy. Did you know that she too was pregnant? I guess it happened on that last furlong back to the states, huh? I don’t know if she told you or if you held back this big news from me until you were ready to tell, and frankly now, it doesn’t really matter anymore. She had a little boy, he has the same eyes as you. There was no doubt that it’s yours, Sammy. Congratulations! 

I felt so proud, but also sad that you’ll never get to see him, never get to see him grow up, and he’ll never know how wonderful you are. His name is Samuel Jr. by the way, but if it’s true that the dead are watching over us, you might have heard it from Jess already. She told me she prays to you every night. We keep in touch and we had them both here for Christmas. We talked about you most of the night (apart from Jim and Jack, Jamie’s brothers who didn’t make it back home). It’s good, Sammy. Don’t worry about us. I’ll promise to look out for Jess and little Sam. You have my word. That’s the least I can do.

Jamie is pregnant at the moment. We’re expecting twins in about a month and a half. I should have known that there were chances that we will end up with twins since Jamie herself is a twin and her mother and grandmothers both were twins. I’m scared, to be perfectly honest with you, Sam. Imagine me with two tiny babies. Yeah, that’s a really good joke, isn’t it? Except it isn’t a joke.. Jamie is freaking out, since her mother died in childbirth, she’s afraid that she’ll end up the same and has written a will and what not. I don’t really know how I can help her get over the fear, since my head is not really the right place for fucking rainbows. It doesn’t mean I don’t try, though. We talk a lot when we get a quiet moment in bed. Her head on my chest, painting figure eights on my skin. It’s good if the subject of the discussion wasn’t so dark.

The girl is fucking huge, by the way. That’s the reason we cleared out Jamie’s parents old room and bought a new, really big bed. There was no way we could have fit in the old bed they had, with Hope occasionally coming in to snuggle with us during the night. Next step would be to clear out Jim’s room. But we’re in no rush. It seems like Jamie needs time, and who am I if I don’t allow her the time she needs to grieve Seeing that I’m still writing to you, I’m not exactly the poster child for it, right? 

Should have seen us when we went furniture shopping for a new bed, Sammy. Jamie waltzed through the store, and I carried Hope around. I think we were in there for hours, and Jamie still hadn’t found a mattress she liked. I let her, even if my arms were numb from carrying Hope, but she’s carrying two babies, so who was I to complain, right? The salesman though, he was so sick of us, I could tell. He pulled me aside, asking if I had no say in this. I couldn’t help but laugh. Of course I didn’t have to help Jamie put him into place. I just told him that maybe he should think about women as something else than a homemaker, then maybe we wouldn’t want another salesman about now. We found another sales clerk, the only woman working in there. Mom would have been so proud. It wasn’t an expensive bed, so the commission for selling ain’t that big, but we sure will have to go back there a couple more times and he can be sure that we won’t be asking for him. So, there’s that.

Actually, the salesman asked me if my wife could maybe make up her mind because he could have sold three beds (at least) during that time. I was a little taken aback when he said wife, not gonna lie. I asked Jamie to marry me, I really did. Jameson offered to babysit when there was a fair last autumn. I didn’t have a ring because I kinda spent all my money l on the new room for Jameson and nursing school for Jamie. Plus I gave Jess some, to help her get by with the little one. I gave her your ring which they handed me after they went through your belongings. I was surprised it was still intact. You shielded it pretty good from the blast, Sam. I gave it to her anyway, said that you wanted to propose and as a symbol, she could keep it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jess cry so hard. It’s good Sammy, I’m good with it. The ring was supposed to be hers. 

Anyway, I asked Jameson if it was okay for me to ask Jamie, because I was being polite and that’s what they do, right? Asking the dad’s? But since there’s only Jameson, I went along with it. Jameson just bent over laughing, asking me what took me so fucking long and honestly, I didn’t know. It was good as it was at first, but then I thought about Jamie writing to me once that Jim sent her the silk fabric of his reserve parachute so she could walk down the aisle in white silk. Yeah, I thought about that, and I knew that I had to because I wanted to see that, too. There’s no question that I love her though, so. 

We were at the fair, and I only had money for a toy ring. You know those from the gumball machines? It’s not romantic at all, I know, but I guess when you’ve been through war together, you can look past that. I got on one knee and she almost said yes. She was beginning to show already, and she said that even if she wanted to marry me, there’s no way the fabric Jim sent was enough to wrap around her so we kinda haven’t set the date yet, but it’ll be after the twins will be born. It kinda gave Jamie some hope and will to get through childbirth, I guess. I bought her gum later too, so there’s that. 

Cas stayed in Germany, but not for long if you were wondering. He went back into combat and was leading a battalion in Japan. I wrote to him regularly, because if someone deserves to come back it’s Cas. I was rooting for him. He came back, which I still don’t know how he pulled it off because I heard that 8 out of 10 people weren’t gonna return.

Remember Harvelle? He went back to France and married Lisa. He told me to come visit, but you know me, flying is not really my favorite. I guess I just need time, maybe someday we will. I know Jamie wants to. She wants to visit Jim and Jack, and I really wanna visit you, Sam. I really do. I hope one day I will be able to.

The war is now over, Sammy. Had been for about 6 months. We won, even if we’ve lost so much along the way.

How naïve were we to think that we’d get out of there alive? Remember, they prepared us pretty well, didn’t they? We thought it would be a piece of cake. Go in there, kill some Krauts, come out unscattered, and go home with a fat paycheck for the ‘service’. The moment I saw people being shot at when we got off the landing craft, I knew that this is no fucking piece of cake, and they’d been lying to us all along. But what could I do? You just have to keep on going, keep on fighting for a chance to somehow get back home. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t really fair to lie to us about how big it really was. It wasn’t really fair to let us think that we’d get to go home as soon as we did our deeds. It also wasn’t really fair to think that the war would be over by Chrsitmas and not handing out clothes to shield us from the cold. Nothing was fair, was it?

Well, some of us did get back, but we’ve all lost something in the war. Some a limb or two, some their hearts, and some did lose parts of themselves. We’re not the same person we went in as. We came out broken and bend. We can’t even get it fixed because nothing could fix what we’ve lost. 

There’s really nothing I could do other than carry on. I carry on for the ones who aren’t as lucky as me. The ones who won’t get to marry their loved ones, the ones who won’t get to see their children grow up, the ones who had their lives cut short, the ones who got their young adult lives stolen from them, most of all, Sammy, I carry on for you. I’m doing all the things you will never get to do, only because I know that you will come back and haunt me, maybe smack me over the head for being a jerk, if I don’t do it. I’ll do you proud, I promise. It’s the only thing I can do and think about. You were always the voice of reason, weren’t you? Even now if I have to think hard about doing something, there’s a voice in me asking “What would Sammy do? What would Sammy think? What would Sammy want me to do?” 

I miss you so much, Sam, you have no idea. If it wasn’t for Jamie, I don’t know if I’d be here. It’s her voice that guides me out of the dark whenever I wake up and think I’m still in Normandy. It’s her embrace that pulls me out of the water around me that threatens to drown me, whenever I have weird thoughts. It’s her, who carries me up to the bed whenever I look too far into a bottle because I can’t shut off the noises of shells exploding around me. I don’t think I even deserve her, but she’s an anchor to me and Jameson. I’m only a little sad that you guys never got a chance to meet, Sammy. If you did, I’d probably be too jealous of the bond you would have. No offense, but I’m greedy, and I want her to myself. I’m just being honest.

Hope’s awake, as you can see from the saliva smeared on the ink. I need to go get something into her belly.

I can’t believe how much I drifted off when all I wanted to say is Happy Birthday, little brother! I love you.

Dean

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