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wildmoonworld · 6 months

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First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), fingering, hair pulling, pregnancy, MINORS STAY AWAY!!

Summary: Danny is coming home from touring soon and you start feeling a bit off. You find out exciting news. Will Danny be excited or will be leave you like your baby daddy?

Part 3

~~*~~

It had been two months since meeting Danny. It had been a month since he left for tour. He had two more week left, you both had talked on the phone every night after every show. You could sit for hours just listening to him talk and get excited over every little thing. It was one of many things you adored about Danny. The last two weeks you knew would be dragging, waiting for him to come home. Emmy has asked about him every day, would even hop on quick facetime calls here and there to check in on her Dan.

Ten days before Danny came home, you woke up one more feeling a little off. Emmy was going to be awake soon, so you walked into the kitchen to start on some breakfast. You decided on pancakes, sausage and some fresh fruit. You mixed the batter, threw the sausages in the air fryer and starting slicing some fruit. As the sausage started cooking, you noticed the smell was horrendous. Opening up the air fryer, you gagged. Nothing was wrong with the sausage.

“Mama….mmm it smells so good!” Emmy said from the doorway of her bedroom. You could hear her little feet running down the hall, she turned the corner to the kitchen. She’s standing there with her Frozen pjs and bed hair sticking every which way.

“Good morning bug, did you sleep good?” you say picking Emmy up to sit her on the counter. She loved watching you cook. Emmy shakes her head, still half asleep. You plate the food and take it to the table. While trying to eat your breakfast, you realized how the sausage just didn’t even smell appealing.

After breakfast, Emmy is in the living room watching Ms. Rachel and you’re in the bathroom trying to get ready for the day. Half way through your makeup routine, you start to get clammy, nauseous and a light headed. You’re fighting the urge to puke everything that you had just digested. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Finally, you run to the toilet completely losing everything from breakfast. You sit on the bathroom floor, gathering yourself to have the energy to stand up. Emmy did have a stomach bug last week, that’s probably all it was you thought.

Emmy and you had a few places to run, since it was Saturday. You bath had made Saturdays, girls days. First stop was the local coffee shop, grabbing an iced mocha latte for yourself and Emmy a blueberry muffin. Heading over to Target to grab some groceries and toys, obviously you can’t take a toddler to target and not come back with toys.

You went over to where the medicine was located, trying to find something that could possibly cure whatever it was you had. You walked by the pregnancy tests, you take a couple steps back. You grab a couple and place them in the cart. It wasn’t like you were pregnant, you were on birth control and you had your cycle two weeks ago. It was impossible, but you as an overthinker just couldn’t get that thought out of your head.

After Target, you had grabbed lunch from El Tequila. Emmy’s favorite place to eat. After lunch, you had taken Emmy over to your moms house. She wanted to take her to the aquarium, you weren’t feeling too well so you told your mom to drop her off at the house afterwards.

You had gotten back to the house, unloading the groceries and you were set on getting in some comfy clothes. You had taken the tests to the bathroom and set them on the counter. You walked into your bedroom, over to Danny’s side of the closet grabbing one of his old high school t shirts. You walked over to your closet pulling out some christmas pajama pants and putting them on.

Walking by the bathroom, you stop in the hallway backing up a couple steps and contemplating if you wanted to take the tests or not. After 5 mins in the doorway, you head into the bathroom, opened up the tests.

You have to wait three minutes for the results to finish processing, longest three minutes of your life you thought. While waiting, you were thinking about how you would tell Danny if they were to come out positive, if you were even ready for another, if he was even ready for one. After 5 mins of being in your thoughts, you walk over to the tests that are turned upside down. You flip them over with your eyes shut, placing your hands over the results. You look into the mirror at yourself, breathing in one last deep breath before exhaling.

POSITIVE

You took all four tests, all four had the word positive written across them. You started to get clammy, nauseous and light headed. Backing up to sit on the side of the bathtub, you start to shake. You were in shock, you were on birth control and you just had your period. There was no way.

~~*~~

It was one day before Danny was going to be home from tour. You still haven’t told him that you were pregnant, even though it killed you not to tell him every night since you found out. You wanted to tell him in person to see his reaction.

You had gone to the OB earlier that week, you found out that you were coming up on nine weeks. The baby was healthy, you were able to hear the heartbeat and get a couple sonograms. After leaving the doctors office you wanted to grab some things so you could surprise Danny when he got home. You went to the nearest boutique and had a onesie made that said “Rockstar in the making..” You went over to Target and found this matte black and glittery box that you put the onesie, sonograms and tests in. You’ve had this box in the top of your closet for a week just waiting for him.

3:00 am

You’re nuzzled under the blankets half asleep, you had told Danny you’d wait for him to get home. Your eyes shut for a moment, then you hear keys jiggling at the door, your front door slowly opens. You unable to move, because of how tired you were from staying up so late.

Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, the hall light turns on and you hear Emmys door creak open. It had to have been Danny, he checks on Emmy every night before heading to bed. You hear her door shut and he makes his way to your bedroom, standing in the doorway. You cant see his face, only his silhouette.

“Hey there, my love.” he says coming over to your side of the bed. You give him a sweet smile, stretching your arms out to him like a toddler needing to be picked up. He strips down to his boxers, crawling right into your embrace wrapping his arms around you. You don’t want to let him go, he looks up while his head is still on your chest puckering for a kiss. You close the gap between you two, not moving a muscle just your lips and his against one another.

“You have no idea how much we have missed you, Danny.” you say against his mouth almost shedding a tear, you didn’t realize how much until now. You knew you loved him.

“I missed my girls so much more..” he replies, pulling away to brush the strand of hair that slipped out of your messy bun behind your ear.

You both lay there in silence, taking in each other warmth and presence. Eventually you both fall asleep in each others arms.

Waking up next to Danny had been the only thing you were craving while he was gone, you rolled over to see this beautiful dark haired man sleeping peacefully. His curls were laid out on the pillow perfectly, his hand rested under his cheek making his lips pucker, and the sunlight danced across his tan skin.

You scoot closer to him, face to face just to admire the features of this man that is laying in your bed. You place a small kiss on his lips, not wanting to wake him just yet. He moves, turning onto his back adjusting one hand behind his head and the other on his chest.

“..hey baby, i have a gift for you..” you whisper into his ear, seeing one eye shoot open.

“what is it?” he whispers back, turning to face you.

You sit up, pull the covers off of your body. Your feet hit the cold floor, walking over to the closet and grabbing the black box. Walking back to the bed, you sit on the edge of the bed and place the box on your lap. You look to Danny with a nervous smile, your heart is beating faster and you start to become shaky.

“Open it.” you hand him the box, he shoots a confused look up to you. Sitting up in bed, he grabs the box placing it on his lap. You fold your arms across your body, nervous about the reaction you’re about to receive.

He pulls the ribbon to untie the lid, pulling the lid off to place it beside him. He unfolds the tissue paper, his eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared at the items inside of the box, finally picking up one of the sonograms and holding it up. Not a word. He pulls the covers off of his body, standing up. He starts to pace the floor beside the bed, his hand still holding the picture. He stops in front of the window, holding the picture up again to study it once more. He turns to look at you, he points to the picture then to you and then back to the picture. You shake your head.

“I’m gonna be…a fucking Dad?” he shouts, the biggest and widest smile was plastered across his face. Running around to your side of the bed, he gets on his knees staring at your stomach.

“I’m gonna be a fucking Dad.” he repeats he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head in your lap. You place your hand on top of his head, lacing your fingers between his curls. You let out a huge sigh of relief, tears start to roll down your cheeks. You lay back on the bed, trying to cover your sobbing. Danny sits up quickly, crawling up to your head and he places a kiss on your forehead.

“What is it? Baby, why are you crying?” he asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“I was so nervous to see your reaction, i didn’t know if you were ready or what you would think. It has been eating me alive…now i know you’re happy….pregnancy hormones, i’m sorry.” you explain to him, catching your breath. You look up at his big brown eyes, he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I am ready and I am very happy, plus Emmy needs a playmate.” he reassures you with his words, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, sliding your tongue against his. His hands run down your sides and tug on the waistline of your panties. You drag your nails against his back, hinting you want more.

Emmys door creaks open, you can hear her little foot steps running down the hall. She knew that Danny was coming home today.

“That will have to wait for now baby.” he says against your lips. You let out a sad sigh, dropping your arms onto the bed. He crawls down to your stomach, lifting your shirt and placing a gentle kiss where the tiny human is being stored.

“I’m your Dad.” he whispered, all you can do is smile and melt, falling deeper in love with this man you have known for almost three months.

Emmy swings the door open, running straight into Danny’s arms. He picks her up and spins her around, kissing the top of her head.

“Dannnnn, i missed you i missed you.” she says in between giggles.

“I missed you bug” he replies sitting down on the edge of the bed, Emmy sitting in his lap. “Are you ready to be a big sister?” he asked her in a whisper. Emmys eyes got big looking over to you.

“Mama, is having a baby?” she says with excitement written all over her face. You shake your head. Emmy jumps down from Danny’s lap, jumping up and down finally running over to your side of the bed wrapping her arms around your legs.

You pick her up and sit her in you lap. You place your forehead against hers.

“You’re gonna be the best big sister.” you say kissing her nose.

“Who wants breakfast?” Danny says, standing at the end of the bed. Emmy jumps down from the bed running down the hall to the living room. You stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure you want this? We’ve haven’t been together very long, i know…” he cuts you off mid sentence with a sweet kiss.

“Y/n, i have never been more ready in my life for this. Have we known each other for years? No, but i know one thing.” he replies, leaning down to place another kiss onto your lips.

“I love you, i love Emmy and i will love our baby.” he says rubbing his hands up your back to bring you closer to his body. Your entire body relaxes, tears starting to form within your eyes. You want to say it back, but you just can’t. Ever since Emmys biological father left, you haven’t been able to love the same. You knew Danny was different, it was just going to take some time.

~~*~~

Danny and you had taken Emmy to your mothers for the day, so you both could do some Christmas shopping. You guys had already walked around the entire mall at least twice or so you thought. Coming across a baby clothing store named “Tiny Toes”, your hand tucked on the inside of Danny’s arm he led you into the store. Browsing around the tiny clothes and shoes, he’s holding up baby boy clothes left and right. You can just tell by his face how happy he was and how he was hoping for a boy.

“How long do we have until we can start telling people?” he asked, sliding baby clothes on the rack.

“Tomorrow will make ten weeks, so in two weeks we can start telling people. That’s when the first trimester ends.” you reply, on the other side of the rack looking through the girl clothes.

“I just want to be on the safe side before we start announcing it, honey.” you followed with your last reply, you held up a baby girl outfit. It was a gray sweater with white leggings, printed with black and pink flowers.

“Look, i’m already out numbered with Emmy and you. Let’s hope for a boy.” he says jokingly, walking around to the girls clothes. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his hands on your belly.

“I’m so excited.” he says, his chin is on your shoulder. He reaches his hand towards your neck, pushing your hair to the other side and he lays a wet kiss on your neck. You turn around quickly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” you say, grabbing his jacket.

“Who says i’m not going to finish what i have started?” he replies, with lust in his eyes and a devilish smile.

~~*~~

Returning back home, you had put the Christmas presents away to hide from Emmy. While you were doing so, Danny had gotten into the shower. You walked into the bathroom, through the foggy glass shower door you could see his naked outline. You stripped down to nothing, opening the shower door. He devoured you with his eyes, he extended his hand out to help you inside. Neither of you said a word.

Facing him you slid your hand from his waistline up to his throat, sliding your hand up his chin. You pulled him into a hot, steamy kiss. His hands wondering all over your body, your tongues slid against each other. You bit his bottom lip, letting go you smiled. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. You let out a whimper, you reached down to his hardened length. Slowly you wrap your hand around his cock and started jerking him off.

“…fuck…” he lets out a moan, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. He lifts his head, reaching between your legs to your aching core. He starts doing circles on your clit, making your knees weak.

Both of you playing with each other, he slides his fingers through your folds to your entrance. He slides two fingers inside of you, you gasp letting go of his cock you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He’s pumping his fingers faster, making you moan against his lips.

“..daddy i…need you, please….fuck me..” you say in between moans, snipping at his bottom lip with your teeth. He lets out a soft giggle, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and shoving them down your throat making you gag. He kisses you once more before his hands are placed on your waist to spin you around, pressing your tits against the wall of the shower. He pulls your ass out, where your back is arched enough he can enter you. You stand on your toes to match the height of his waist, he has one hand placed on your shoulder and the other is wrapped around his cock teasing your soaked center.

“I’ve missed this pretty, pink pussy mamas.” he says, watching himself slide the head of him between your folds.

“Show me” you reply, biting your bottom lip.

He slides the hand that was on your shoulder to the nape of your neck, wrapping your hair into his fist. He shoved himself inside of you hard, you yelp.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked, his fist is still wrapped around your hair.

“…more, please Danny.” you respond, catching your breath. You’re not able to see the devilish grin that is plastered across his face. He places his free hand on your hip, thrusting, picking up the pace and fucking you faster.

“…oh my god..fuck, baby you feel so good…” you hear him say

“Harder, please.” you reply, he’s pounding into you with the little energy he has eft. He smacks your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek. That sends you over the edge, you’re reaching your climax and Danny can feel it. Your walls start to tighten and contract, you are lightheaded as the wave of relief washes over you.

“…fuck yeah baby, cum for me….such a good girl.” he says, watching you release all over him. Danny is right behind you with his, the fist in your hair becomes tighter while he’s pulling you back so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder.

“That’s right baby, let it go for me. I want to feel every drop.” you responded. You feel his warm load fill you up, his cock pulsating inside of you making you smile knowing you are the person to make him feel that good.

He releases his grip from your hair, pulling his soft length from inside of you. You turn around, he’s leaning against the shower with his head back. You reach to place each hand upon his face to lower his head. You leave a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Can i wash your body?” you whisper, he opens his eyes and shakes his head.

~~*~~

It is Christmas eve, Danny wanted to throw a small get together at his place. You both woke up early enough to run to the store and grab the things you needed to start cooking for the gathering. Tonight was going to be the night, you would announce to everyone about your little surprise that would be arriving soon.

It was six in the afternoon before people started to arrive. His parents and sister were the first to arrive. Sam followed close behind, bringing in a bottle of champagne.

“Let’s open this bottle and get this party started, shall we?” Sam mentions to you, you laugh it off not wanting to spill the secret.

“Yeah, let me grab you a glass.” you say back, reaching into the cabinet to retrieve a glass. Sam tilts his head, giving you a confused look.

“You’re not gonna have a glass?” he replied

“Oh, i’m okay for right now. I have to gather the last couple things for dinner.” you say quickly, not making eye contact. He takes a sip from his glass, side eyeing you. He knew you never turned down a bottle of champagne.

Jake and Josh show up just before dinner. Josh rushing over to steal a hug, rocking you side to side. He kisses you on the cheek.

“Don’t you look radiant, y/n…there’s something different about you.” Josh says, holding your hands and stepping back to take a look at your dress. He spins you around to get the full look. You were wearing a velvet, winter green, long sleeve dress. Your back was exposed, from where the dress had stopped right at the small of your back.

“Thank you honey, you’re not so bad yourself.” He was wearing a brown suit with a white turtle neck. He shoots you a wink and heads into the family room where everyone else is. Jake finds his way to the kitchen.

You’re over the sink, rinsing off a couple of dishes before placing all the food onto the dinning room table. You feel someone hovering over your body, thinking it was Danny you poke your ass slightly to brush against his cock. You look down to the hands that were placed onto the counter on either side of you, you noticed rings. Danny never wore rings. You turn around quickly and you’re face to face with Jake.

“Oh come on, darling. Don’t stop there.” he says with a sinister grin.

“Back the fuck up Jake.” you say nudging him back. You hear him chuckle. He didn’t smell like tequila, so he was obviously sober.

“One day, you’ll be mine…it’s like i can taste it.” he responds devouring you with his eyes, licking his lips as he says those words. You start to take in the way he looked so intimating in his all black suit, the black button up that was under his jacket was unbuttoned just above his belly button. His chest was bare, upon his chest were four coin necklaces. You imagined the way they would look dangling in your face as he hovered over your body. You snap out of it when you hear Danny’s voice.

“Y/n, do you need help with anything?” He shouts from the family room.

“I’m good baby, i’ve got it.” you replied.

You’re all sitting at the table, enjoying the meal you had prepared. Grateful for all the compliments you have received. Everyone is laughing and carrying on by telling old stories from their childhood. You sit and listen, you grab your water to take a sip. Josh looks over to you, narrowing his brows, almost confused why you weren’t having a cocktail of some sort. You look away, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“Y/n and I would like to make an announcement.” Danny stand up beside you, grabbing your hand. You look up to him and give him a sweet smile, then turn your attention to everyone at the table.

“Most of you know, we have not been together for awhile and everything is still fresh between us.” he says, pausing as he takes a deep breath. You stand up beside him and wrap your arm around his back, placing your free hand on his chest.

“We do know that, we both love each other so dearly.” you follow, turning to catch his gaze. Danny’s eyes start to glaze over, holding back his tears hearing you say you loved him.

“We’re pregnant.” you both say in unison.

His parents are over the moon excited, his mom walking around to the both of you placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.

“I knew there was something up with your ass when you declined my offer for champagne.” Sam spoke up, raising his glass to toast to the announcement.

“I’ll start special ordering jumpsuits for the little.” Josh chimes in, with the biggest smile you’ve seen. He blows you both a kiss, you blow one back. Jake is silent, his face is flushed. He leans back in his chair as if he was disappointed. You brush it off and go on with the rest of the night.

After dinner, everyone hung around for a little while getting all the details on your pregnancy. Updating them on the sonograms you have gotten from the doctor, how far along you are and when you will find out what you’re going to have. Everyone eventually trickled out of Danny’s home and it was just the two of you. Well, not really. Josh ended up passing out on the couch from drinking a little too much, Danny told you to leave him be and let him sleep it off. You’re in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Danny was clearing the table and packaging the leftovers. He was always such a big help around the house, he never let you do any household chores by yourself.

The house was spotless and put back into place. You walked down the hall to Danny’s bedroom, walking straight to the end of the bed leaning down to pull your shoes off. Danny is in the bathroom and quickly walks over to you to stop what you’re doing.

“Woahhh, it’s my job to undress the mother of my child.” he mentions, he’s shirtless and still in his dress pants on from the party. He motions for you to sit on the edge of the bed, as always you followed his orders.

You smile, the tiredness in your eyes is starting to set in. He bends down to his knees, lifting one leg placing your silver stiletto upon his chest. He unties the straps, unwrapping to free your hurting foot. He slides the heel off, gently kissing the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. You raise your eyebrows, smiling because in that moment you knew he was the only thing you wanted or needed. Setting your leg down to the floor, he picks the other leg up and does the same. But instead of kissing, he lightly grazed his tongue from the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. Your lips were parted watching him, steadying your breath as best as possible trying not to make it noticeable that you wanted to rip his pants off.

Placing your other leg down, he grabs your hands standing you up. His hands find their way to your hips, he leaned down to place tiny kisses along your jaw. Spinning you around, his fingers grazed your exposed back. He gathers your hair and lays it to one side, his lips felt like fire on your neck, he slid two fingers under the part of your dress that was covering your shoulder. He pushed it down your arm far enough to free one of your breasts. Your nipple was aroused as it was exposed to the cold air. His hand runs across your arm, embracing your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He lightly rubs, shooting ecstasy through your entire body, you softly moan.

You turn around, pulling the other side of your dress down to expose the other breast. You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashed into his. Opening your mouth to let his tongue enter and graze your own. He pulls away from you, taking a couple steps back. His eyes full of lust and love, he licked his bottom lip.

“Your boobs…they are getting fuller.” he paused for a moment, tilting his head.

“God…y/n, you are so fucking beautiful.” he followed with his last comment. You laugh, tossing your head back. You lift up your pointer finger, motioning for him to come to you.

He walks over, you grab his arms and turn him around, pushing him down onto the bed. You place yourself between his legs, bending down to sit on your knees. Your hands run up the inside of his thighs to his hardened length. You begin to rub his clothed cock, making him let out soft moans.

“Now…what do you want mama to do, my sweet boy?” you speak up, while rubbing his cock through his dress pants. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his bottom lip is between his teeth.

“Fuck yourself, use me to make yourself cum.” he replied, trying to contain his groans that are wanting to escape his lips.

“I will do just that, my love.” you reach up to unbuckle his belt, you unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. You grab each pant leg on either side, sliding them off of him. His boxers still on his body, you rub his clothed cock noticing the tiny wet spot from the precum that was dripping out of him. Pulling his boxers off, his cock springs out. You take him into your hands, gathering the spit in your mouth and stringing it upon his large length. You lather him with your spit, you crawled onto the bed and straggle him. Lifting yourself up, his head meets your entrance.

“You naughty girl, no panties?” he says almost in a growl. You giggle for a minute, until you’re back focusing on making you both cum.

Slowly, lowering yourself onto him. You both let out a loud moan, you start out slowly moving yourself up and down his shaft. Eventually, you pick up the pace. Bouncing up and down, you’re getting close. His hands are on your thighs, guiding your movements.

“…fuck, daddy…you feel so good.” you can hardly make a sentence with the amount of pleasure that’s running through your body. His breathing is jagged, his brows are narrowed focusing on not releasing so soon. He pulls your body on top of him, lifting your ass in the air a bit, his hands are on your ass cheeks spreading them apart. He rams into you, fucking you hard and fast. You are struggling to breathe, you moan and scream his name.

“Fuck yeah, Daniel…don’t stop…i’m going to cum.” you say, sinking your teeth into his neck.

“That’s my girl, cover my cock.” he replied, fucking you faster. The wave of your orgasm hits you, your eyes begin to roll and your body starts to shake. Danny is soon behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. He releases, filling you with his every drop. You come down from your high, laying on his chest controlling your breathing before sitting up. You feel him soften inside, slowly sliding out of you. You roll over onto the bed, sitting up you look between his legs to see the bed is completely soaked. You didn’t just cum.

“Let’s get cleaned up and changes these sheets.” you whisper to him, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his chest.

You both had showered, Danny had already changed the sheets before you had gotten out of the shower. You walked out of the bathroom in one of his t shirts and a pair of clean panties, he was already laid snuggly under the covers waiting for you. You walked to your side of the bed, pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. You crawled right into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you he placed one hand on your belly. he laid a tender kiss on the top of your head. You both fell asleep, peacefully.

Around 5am you ended up with morning sickness, after vomiting a few times you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Heading back to the bedroom, you sat your water on the night table and crawled back into bed.

The sunrise was peaking through the sheer black curtains that hung in his room. He was laying beside you on his stomach, his arms were tucked under his pillow. He was peacefully resting, you pulled back the covers and tip toed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. You wanted to surprise your sweet man with breakfast before he woke.

You had the Christmas radio station playing on your phone, dancing around mixing up pancake batter. Your hair was tied up in a pony tail, you were the t shirt and panties that you had slept in.

“Hey sunshine.” Josh spoke, you jumped not realizing he was awake.

“JESUS christ, Josh you can’t scare a pregnant lady!” you said aggressively, you nearly dropped the bowl of batter onto the floor.

“Are you always this happy in the mornings?” he asked, sitting at the bar. He brought his hands up to the temples of his head and started rubbing circles to ease his headache.

“Mmm not really, but today i am.” you replied, turned around to the stove to place a circle of batter into the hot pan.

“Sounded like wild animals last night.” he said, smirking.

You turned around slowly, your cheeks were flushed.

“Zip it, Joshua.” you held the spatula up, pointing to him.

He let out a soft giggle, groaning and placing his head onto the bar. He was hungover and you could see how painful it was. You walked over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing the Tylenol and a bottle of water from the fridge. You placed it beside his head, you laid a loving hand on his back.

“Take this and hydrate. Breakfast will be done in a minute.” you whispered to him, rubbing his back. You went back to finish cooking.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall, not paying any mind who was around the corner. You felt strong arms wrap around to your belly, his face was placed on your shoulder, tucking his face into your neck.

“It smells amazing, my love.” Danny whispered into your ear. You laid your back onto his shoulder.

“Josh heard us last night.” you whisper back, giggling.

“Ehhh..it’s the consequences of passing out at my house.” he replied, still holding you and rubbing your belly.

“He’ll get over” he followed, letting go of you. He went over to the bar where Josh had fallen asleep with his head down.

After breakfast, you and Danny had gotten dressed to go pick up Emmy from your moms house. She stayed with your mom last night after going to a Christmas party with her.

Emmy is standing on the porch jumping as you pull into the drive way, Danny put the car in park and quickly hopped out of the car. He ran straight to her, she jumped into his arms and he squeezed her. You got out of the car walking over to the both of them. Grabbing Emmy from his arms and giving her the biggest hug.

“Mama, come look at all the presents i got from Aunt GiGi.” she said excitingly. You placed her on the ground and held out your hand so she could grab your fingers and lead you into the house. Danny followed behind.

Danny had grabbed the presents and loaded them up into the car. You were standing at the end of the steps talking with your mom while holding Emmy on your hip.

“He’s a nice man, y/n” your mom said admiring him.

“He is..” you replied, smirking while looking down to the ground.

“Remember, you know what you deserve and never settle for anything less.” she said, placing a hand upon your cheek.

“I know, Mama…I think i love him.” tears were welling in your eyes as you looked into hers.

“I can see it, he loves you too. I can tell by the way he looks at you and Emmy…he adores her.” She looks over to him and smiles.

“I have never wanted anything more in life than for you to find and feel the type of love you give.” she followed with.

A tears slips away, rolling down your cheek. Your mother wipes it away as she sees Danny approaching to retrieve Emmy out of your arms to put her into the car. You give your mom a hug before leaving.

You’re in the car, on the way home and the words that your mother said while you were at her house were replaying in your mind. Tears begin to just flow out of you and all you could think was…fuck these hormones.

Danny notices the tears, reaching over to grab your hand.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked so sweetly, you burst into a sobbing fit.

“I love you….I love you so much Daniel.” you reply looking over to him, your mascara is running down your cheeks. He starts to smile and starts making circles on the top of your hand where his thumb laid.

“I love you, y/n. More than you could possibly know.” he answered back, glancing between the road and your eyes. You curled up into the passenger seat, wrapping your torso around his arm. You cradled him, falling into a peaceful sleep before returning home.

~~*~~

New years had passed and Danny would be heading back on your soon. As much as your heart hated it, you knew he was incredibly excited.

You decided to wait until after the new year before having a gender reveal. Your best friend, AC was the one who knew the gender and planned the entire reveal. Days before the party you, Emmy and Danny were running around to get last minute things needed for your outfits.

Danny was going to wear a sweater he thrifted a while back, that had some blue in it. He didn’t want to get anything new, if he already had something to wear. Typical Daniel. You adored him for his love of sweaters, plus he always looked so damn good in them. You had found this soft pink sweater dress that had these wide bell bottom looking sleeves, almost like something from the 70s. Emmy found a blue sweater dress identical to yours, she wanted blue hoping for a baby brother.

The day of the party, AC was running around your house putting up decorations and setting up the food.

“Is there anything you need help with?” you walked into the kitchen, hair half up with curls and a face full of makeup.

“No, mama needs to get dressed. Go back to getting ready.” AC replied, plating the food for the guests that will be arriving soon.

“Fineee.” you said as you walked back down the hall. Passing Emmys room you over hear Danny helping her, with her hair.

“Piggys? or just one pony?” He asked her, while brushing her hair.

“Mmm, piggys….but mama can do them if you don’t know how.” she replied, sitting between his legs playing with her dolls.

“We’ll see about that, Em.” he laughed, parting her hair.

You had just finished your hair when Emmy runs into the bathroom. She is dressed and surprisingly her hair is perfect.

“MAMAAAA…look Dan did my hair.” she said, spinning around to show you. Danny’s leaning in the doorway, proud of his masterpiece.

“Wowww, that looks awesome!! Go see if Auntie AC needs any help, i’ll be right back.” you responded, she runs down the hall to the kitchen.

“Good job, Daddy.” you whisper in his ear as you pass him to get to the bedroom.

“Thank you, Mama.” he kissed the side of your head, following close behind you.

You both walked to your closets grabbing your outfits. He slips into his jeans and you slip the dress over your head. You stand to the side and you notice the bump. It was small, but cute. Your favorite stage of pregnancy, he watches you hold your bump in the mirror. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist to your belly. Placing his hands on the bump.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” he whispers, looking at you through the mirror. Your gaze is set on his hands rubbing your belly. Tears start to form in your eyes, you had never experienced this. The father of your child actually being around to watch you grow a human, a human that was half of him. You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his neck.

“No, no, don’t you cry. Your makeup will run, you worked so hard on it baby.” He said, he grabbed your arms and pulled away. Bringing his hands up to your cheeks and wiping the tears that were about to fall.

“I just didn’t have these moments before…it’s all new and..” he cut you off with a kiss, making you relax and pause for a moment. He pulled away.

“I’m grateful for you, Danny.” you finished

“I’m not missing out on this, i promise.” he replied, kissing your forehead.

You walk over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and taking a couple deep breaths before heading out to the party. You could hear people were starting to trickle in.

While mingling with family and friends, you were in the kitchen refilling your punch. You were alone, or so you thought. You were at the punch bowl, when you could feel someone hovering over top of you.

“Where do you keep the tequila?” a familiar voice spoke up. You turn around, lo and behold Jake was inches away from your face. You step around him, reaching into the top cabinet grabbing the bottle he requested and sat it on the counter. He looked at you from head to toe, walking over and snatching the bottle from the counter.

“Your tits…they look divine.” he says, glancing down to your chest as he pours himself a drink. You don’t respond, checking him out. He smelled like teakwood and bourbon, something that drew your attention. Making you squeeze your knees together to stop the aching he was causing.

“Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean i won’t stop until i get what i want.” he follows, bringing his cup to his lips. You watch him place his lips onto the rim of the cup, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. You hated the thought of how you craved to know what his touch felt like. Clearing your mind from Jake, you walked outside to where everyone else was.

AC had white, thin plastic bags taped to a drum set. Danny would have to give us a drum solo to busted the bags open, giving us the gender of the baby.

He was sitting on his stool, you stood beside the drum set with Emmy on your hip. He started drumming away, watching him do what he loved to do made you fall for him harder.

Finally, the bags busted, powder started flying. Everything was in slow motion, Danny was jumping from excitement. He ran over to you and Emmy, picking you both up and spinning you around.

ITS A….

Part Four

#gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #gretavanfleet #daniel wagner #jake kiszka #danny gvf #jake gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka #First Night Out

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fbfh · 2 years

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leo x reader kissing hcs

wc: 600

pairing: leo x gn reader

genre: fluff, sfw

warnings: none?? kissing and leo running late for something bc adhd

song rec: SPECIFICALLY the lyric "when we talked about kissing" from a song that I still want to gatekeep bc I want to write a full scenario for it so I don't want to spoil it but when I write/post that I'll edit it in here

Also this untitled Shauna Dean Cokeland song about cinnamon bubblegum

a/n: thinking of the richard scarry pigs kissing illustration <333

Leo is in fact

An amazing kisser

Absolutely delightful

A sweet treat even

God you could kiss him all day

And have probably come close before

And fuck me he loves kissing you too

Sometimes what motivates you to get through all your silly little tasks is getting to give him a big loving smooch

His lips are so warm and soft

Sometimes he’ll taste vaguely of something spicy and fruity citrus

He likes tropical twist and winterfresh gum so imagine him tasting kind of like that

He smiles into kisses a lot too

Just because you really do make him that happy

It’s so fucking cute

Sometimes you guys will kiss and kiss and kiss until you’re both so happy you’re smiling too much to kiss anymore

You just descend into giggly cuddles until you start kissing again

Sometimes if he’s trying to avoid being late for something bc of ~time blindness~

Just adhd things uwu

Once he grabs his bag and pulls on a jacket

Boy is from houston he’s cold all the time

He runs over to you and presses a quick big smooch on your cheek, then informs you he’s running horribly late bc he forgot that thing was at that time, and he’ll be back in an hour and he loves you

You love him too!!!

You tell him that and to have fun <3

And goddamn if it doesn’t make his heart FLUTTER every time

The whole time he’s doing the thing he’s supposed to be doing he’s just thinking about you

About why time has to drag by so slow

He just wants to get home so he can kiss you and make you giggle against his lips and murmur how much he loves you against your skin

After a painstaking hour that feels like an almost comically longer amount of time, he’s finally done

He stops to get a redbull for himself and an (optionally caffeinated) beverage of choice for you and texts you to ask if you want any snacks while he’s there

He returns shortly with your favorite chips and candy and plants the biggest kiss on your lips

He drops the bag he was holding

Thankfully containing nothing breakable

All his attention is focused on you

Overflowing love pours out of him and into you

Into your heart

Finally you part, foreheads touching, breath fanning over each other’s faces

“Hi,”

“Hi.”

“...I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Sparky.”

More kissing

More wonderful sweet soft warm loving kissing

It’s only after a minute or two after you finally pull away that you notice the bag of snacks is still on the floor

Or later when you’re getting ready for bed

You’re all comfy and in your pjs and getting ready to do your skincare before you go to sleep

You see him come up behind you in the mirror and rest his head on your shoulder

He presses little kisses along your neck and jaw

Eventually moving up to your face and murmuring in your ear about how good kisses are for your skin

He squeezes you tighter when you giggle, loving the sound

Soon you’re in bed together, all warm and cuddled up

You’re talking about anything that crosses your minds, just loving the togetherness, the sound of each other’s voice

Your hands are running through his hair and his face is nuzzled into your neck

You press kisses onto wherever your can reach, punctuating your sentences as you talk

They get slower and messier as you both get sleepier

You’re both out like lights before you know it

And you know as soon as you wake up tomorrow, he and the sun shining through your window will both be waking you up, pressing equally warm kisses into your skin

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#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez headcanons #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fluff #heroes of olympus imagine #heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus headcanons

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a1307s · 5 months

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Nightmares

(Conner Kent)

[Art is not mine! Credit to ericamchan]

Requested by: darkanglel_28

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 3374

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Mentions of domestic abuse

Mentions of death

Mentions of choking

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Images of my dead teammates flood my mind like it has for the past week. The explosion that was responsible for blowing up Robin and Kid rings nonstop in my ears. The feeling of Martian Man-Hunter's hand around my throat, cutting off my breathing and my life. Right before I die within the nightmare - more of a fabricated memory than a nightmare - I wake up, just like every other night.

Being awake doesn't help me; I can still feel it all as if I didn't wake up. The fear and sadness from seeing my teammates dying in front of me, the feeling of Man-Hunter's hand wrapped up in my skin, the sound of the explosion still ringing in my ears, and the sticky warm feeling of blood coating my hands. I gently rub my hands on the bedspread trying to get the feeling off of them without waking up Conner. It never works but I rub them until my skin is raw and surely red. The ringing won't stop though. It hasn't stopped since the failed practice assignment. I've tried everything to drown it out, but it just won't go away.

The images won't get out of my head either, pushing me out of bed to find a distraction. A run would help, maybe. Probably. At least it would give me an excuse to try and drown out the explosion sounds again. I move around my unofficial shared room with Conner, trying to stay quiet. Conner and I have also been "unofficial" but also official, I guess? It's complicated. Everyone knows we're 'together', but he refuses to refer to us as 'us' or talk about a future together. Despite this behavior, ever since the 'fail-safe' exercise, Conner has been a lot more... here.

I skate around the room, looking around for my running shoes and something to change into. Eventually, I do find my sneakers; they're tucked under Conner's desk. I bend down, picking them up in one movement but manage to smack my head against the bottom of the desk. The room is filled with the cracking sound, causing me to stand still, hoping I didn't wake Conner. Once I'm sure he's still asleep, I wiggle out of my PJs before slipping into a sports bra and basketball shorts.

I glance at Conner. Maybe I should make sure he's breathing. He's breathing. Of course, he's breathing... but what if he's not? I slowly shift over to our bed, standing over him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. Conner is breathing. Everything is good... unless my eyes are lying. I make featherily touches across his skin, checking his pulse just to be double sure. I'm sure. He's alive, he's fine, he's breathing.

I pick up my shoes, making sure to grab my earbuds and phone before leaving the room. I leave as quickly as possible, not giving myself the chance to second guess again. My movements are rough and edged as I walk down the hallway, my nervousness getting the best of me. Just because Conner is breathing doesn't mean everyone else is. This run better clear my head.

The thought eats at me as I walk through the hallway. The entry to the common area makes the thoughts more unbearable. I can't go for a run without knowing everyone else is still alive too. I stay silent as I slide back down the hallway, stopping once I'm outside Kaldur's room. I gently slide open his bedroom door, peering inside. His outline fills out his bed. A dead body still makes an outline though. I tip-toe in, leaving the door cracked before making the short walk. Kaldur's gills lightly flap as he breathes, sending a small wave of relief through me. Our leader is fine and breathing and alive.

I should check on M'gann too, just to be sure. Light crawls out from under her door, making me stagger for a second, debating if I should check or not. I decide to crack the door open just enough to peek inside. M'gann is sitting up on her bed, watching some TV show, so she is very much alive. I stand behind her door for a second, debating if I should ask why she's up or not. I decide not to. I have my thoughts to deal with, I don't have the energy to help someone else with theirs.

The walk to the training room is a little easier this time, but thoughts still circle my head and noises still fill my ears. I should call the rest of the team. But it's late, they're probably sleeping. Or dead. I really need this run to work.

Once I get into the training room, I drop down to sit and slip on my shoes. The thought of calling rolls in my head for a while before I pull my cell out. I connect my earbuds before I dial Robin's number. It rings for a bit, the ringing mixing with the never-ending explosions that refuse to leave my eardrums.

"Hey," Robin says, his voice laced with sleep still. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine too." The line falls silent for a while as I take longer than needed to lace my shoes. "You want to talk about it?" Robin asks, the phone line picking up the sound of his bedsheets shifting.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were still..." I cut myself off, dropping my head to my propped knee.

"Well, I'm still around. Can't get rid of me that easy," My ears are filled with Robin's soft laughter before the line falls silent again.

"I'm going to go for a run," I mumble, laying my legs out to start my stretches.

"You shouldn't go running by yourself this late."

"I'm a trained hero, Rob. Plus, I'm just going to run on one of the treadmills," I answer, a bit annoyed at the younger hero. I know he's only worried about me, but it comes off more in an 'I think you're less than me' way than an 'I don't want you murdered' way.

Robin hums softly, shifting around again. "I'm going to go back to bed. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight."

After Rob hangs up, I try calling Wally and Artemis but neither one of them answers. I know it's late so they're probably sleeping but I can't help but think of the worst.

Once I'm stretched, I start up the treadmill, a nice relaxing walk for a warmup and to give me time to decide what I'm going to use to try and drown out the sounds and thoughts stuck behind my eyes. Once I'm decided I ramp up the treadmill. If I'm too tired to think I'll be too tired to have another nightmare.

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My eyes are locked on the wall in front of me as I run in place. Or at least I think I'm still running. I haven't been able to feel my legs in a while, which isn't good, but neither are my thoughts that I can't seem to outrun or the sounds I can't weasel out of my head. From the constant running, I had to turn up my music louder than needed to ignore the sounds of my heavy heartbeats and my lungs huffing away to keep oxygen circulating. If I'm aware of how hard I'm working myself I don't know if I'll be able to keep going. I'm not ready to stop yet. I can't stop before my mind does.

A light pressure is added to my shoulder, sending me off my rails of focus. I trip over my own feet, sliding my thigh across the treadmill belt before falling to the ground, busting my shoulder on the way down. "What the fuck?" I yell, ripping my earbuds out and looking around for whoever or whatever caused me to lose focus.

Conner is standing over me, his eyebrows smushed together as he looks down worried. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asks, kneeling in front of me.

Waves of heat roll off Conner as he gets closer. His hands run over my thigh, causing the rug burn forming there to shoot pain through my numbing muscles. Once he's done checking out my leg he shifts to my arm, checking it over as well. My eyes roll over Conner's bare chest before focusing on his shoulders. I stay set there, taking in his muscles and the way they flex when he moves.

"I'm fine," I peep out, my head finally silent for the first time tonight. "Why are you awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Sups says, helping me to my feet. "Why are you running at one a.m.?" I purse my lips, running my tongue over my teeth. "Faces aren't an answer, Y/N."

"I had another nightmare," I mumble, going to walk away but it ends up being more of a wobble than a walk. My legs scream in disagreement, pain from strained muscles and the rug burn tearing through my body.

"Another?" Conner questions, gently wrapping his arm around my waist to help steady me.

"Ya," I answer, leaning into his hold.

"Because of the training exercise?" I hum in agreement keeping my eyes forward and trying to keep the thoughts from reappearing. Unlike before, it isn't as hard to do. "You haven't really talked about it," Conner says, gently pushing the subject as we approach our bedroom.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"If you're having nightmares then there is something to talk about," Sups says, releasing me long enough to open the bedroom door before he's back to being attached to my waist. One quick movement later and I'm being held bridal style in his arms, my bare sides pushed against his chest. All of a sudden everything is silent, even the noises left over from the fail-safe mission.

Conner walks carefully around the room, making sure not to drop me before sets me down on our bed. After letting go of me, he somewhat lies on top of me. His torso is pressed against me, legs dangling over the side of the bed, but Conner uses his arms to prop most of his weight off of me. "What have your nightmares been like?" Conner asks, nuzzling his head into my neck.

It takes me a second to process what's going on. He has never been a touchy-feely person, let alone a cuddly one. Maybe the failed training is getting to Con too. "It's usually just replays of the training assignment."

He hums, pressing a soft kiss to my neck, causing my head to short-circuit a bit. Conner and I haven't gone very far in our relationship so the all-of-a-sudden touches are hard to process. "Has it just been happening when you sleep?"

"No," I murmur, wiggling out from under my... situation partner.

Conner sighs some, shifting so his head is laid in my lap and he's lying on his back instead of his stomach. It's still more touchy than I'm used to from the man but not nerve-racking like having him on top of me was. "Explain," He orders, looking up at me, the dark blue of his eyes filling my brain. The thoughts that started to creep back in, silence again.

"Um... I don't know," I whisper, half-heartedly trying to process what I'm supposed to be explaining. The thoughts have finally stopped and I don't want to invite them back.

"You do know, you just won't talk about it," Conner says, gently wrapping his fingers in mine before planting my hands into his hair. I let my fingers entangle themselves with the short black locks, choosing to focus on not pulling Conner's hair instead of the darkness clouding my mind the past couple of days. Con softly closes his eyes, soaking in the feeling of my hands. "Have you at least been talking to Canary?"

"Why would I talk to Canary?"

Sups shoots up, sitting up straight as he turns to face me. The sudden movement makes my heart beat harder for a second. Did I accidentally pull his hair? Is he suddenly upset with me touching him? "I don't know Y/N, maybe because of the mandated therapy Batman put us all in," he snaps out, his tone chilled as he shifts away from me. Why is he so quick to anger all the time? "If you haven't been talking to Canary, what do you do in your sessions?"

"I don't know," I mumble, folding my legs up to my chest. I don't want to be seen or heard or even be here. I don't like being around Conner when he's mad. It's too hard to calm him down enough to talk things out. Not to mention the small voice in the back of my head that likes to whisper 'One day he'll hit you instead of the wall'.

"Yes, you do!" Con yells, turning towards me. His face is pinched up in anger, cheeks red, eyes hard, and eyebrows pushed together again. He snaps his eyes shut, tilting his head some as he stays silent. My rapid heartbeat fills my ears, once again paired with the sound of Robin and Wally being blown to bits.

"Yes, you do know what has been happening in your sessions. I don't expect you to tell me what you've been saying but it seems that you're not saying anything," Conner says after a few minutes. His voice is soft and slow as the words spill out.

"I don't know," I repeat, watching Conner's face soften and his eyes flutter open. "I just... sit there. I sit there and stare at Canary and occasionally listen to her trying to prompt me to talk."

Conner's eyes snap shut again, head tilted and heavy exhales coming from him. "You... should be... willing to let Canary help," he says after a while, tightening his eyes some as he struggles to get the words out.

"What does it matter? It's not like Canary can make the noise and thoughts go away. And what do you care? You don't like therapy and you storm out almost every day," I snap back, laying against the pillows on the bed with my knees still propped up. I shift so my knees block my view of Conner. I feel a bit bad for attacking him. This isn't easy on any of us but at least he's trying, unlike me. Silence falls between us, the only sound being Con's heavy breathing.

After a bit, he wraps his hand around my ankle, but wavers for a second. He releases me and flexes his fingers a bit before wrapping them around me again. This time they're a lot lighter. Conner gently pulls me forward, propping me up so our knees are connected and my face is turned towards him. His hand stays light on my ankle as he glances between my eyes and his hand.

"I...," Sups starts, taking a couple of breaths before continuing. "I felt peaceful during... during all of it. Getting to... to play Superman made me... happy."

"Con," I say, leaning forward to wrap my arms around his shoulders and tuck my head into his neck. His chest rises and falls heavily underneath me.

"Well... until you died I did anyway. I just... I couldn't stand seeing you die. Seeing you in pain and crying. Even knowing I was dead and couldn't do anything to help it just... Made me rethink a lot of things. And then..."

"Conner," I whisper, gently placing a kiss on his jaw, "You don't have to talk about it."

He tilts his head, laying it on top of mine as he wraps his arms around my back. "I was happy again, knowing you'd be next to me soon and... and I feel a lot of guilt about it. Guilt for not caring about our friends and teammates dying. Guilt for being so selfish and so happy to know you died alongside me."

I let out a soft sigh, squeezing my eyes closed as I roll over the words of Conner's confession.

"I don't care if you don't talk to Canary about how you're dealing with it or how it's affecting you but... but you need to talk to someone. I'm trying. For us... For you. I'm trying to deal with these feelings and trying to get my anger under control. The last thing I want to see is you crying and I know I've made you cry before. I know I scare you when-"

"Conner-"

"I know I scare you when I get angry," Conner says, his voice harder as he interrupts me. "The last thing you need while you're trying to heal - the last thing we need as we're trying to heal is fear of me."

"You fear yourself?" I whisper, looking up so I can scan over Conner's face. His jaw is locked and his eyes look both angry and sad.

"I fear what I could do to you if I continue to let my emotions go unchecked. I want... I want you to feel safe with me."

I hum softly, nuzzling my face back into his neck as I slide my hands back into his hair. I mess with the ends of Conner's hair for a while, thinking over how I'm going to explain my thoughts. "I... I can't get the images out of my head. The scenes of everyone dying. And... and all the... all the stuff that was on my skin."

Conner's arms tighten around me, pressing me further into his chest as I try to push more words out. "I can still... feel M'gann's blood on my hands. I can still feel the hole in her chest from trying to stop the bleeding and... I can... I can still feel Man-Hunter's hand around my throat."

My breath is unsteady as I choke back sobs and my eyes burn from tears that I try to blink away. "It happens more when I sleep but... I can still feel all of that throughout the day. I... I can't stop my mind from convincing myself that if I can't physically see everyone that they're... that they're dead."

I fall silent, digging my head as far into Conner's neck as I can. It hurts to put those thoughts into the world. "The whole thing just... just reminded me that this isn't some after-school club. We're not immortal and one day we are going to die. Playing hero just increases those chances." Tears finally start falling after I rush the words out.

Conner slides one of his hands up to my hair, running his fingers through it lightly. His lips gently brush over the crown of my head before dipping down to my temple and then my cheek. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

"You might not think so but I do feel safe with you Con," I mumble into his skin, taking deep breaths to stop my crying. I hate crying. It makes me feel weak. Makes me feel like a sissy and a crybaby.

We sit like this for a couple of minutes before Conner shifts around. He gently lays me down on my side, pulling the sheets over us before snuggling up behind me. One of his arms slid over my waist, pulling me against his chest before looping the other one under my neck. More soft kisses are laid over my skin, crawling down my arm before Conner settles back up by my ear. "I'll be here if you have any more nightmares," he whispers, nuzzling his head into my neck before falling silent.

Being cuddled up in Conner's arms makes me feel safe and lets me know there's no way anything can happen without me knowing. For the first time in a long time, the only sound filling my ears is Conner's breathing.

#young justice #young justice oneshot #conner kent one shot #conner kent x reader #conner kent #superboy oneshot #superboy x reader #superboy

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marleyin · 2 years

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III. WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

S.H. x Hopper! Fem! Reader

[EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE series masterlist]

Here’s the playlist I made for this fic the other day!

As you guys get to Steve’s place, you can see another car parked on the road next to Steve’s house. Praying that it isn’t Tommy or Carol you take in a deep breath. Stepping out the car, the three of you walk over towards the front door.

Ringing the doorbell Steve then opens the door. “Hello ladie- Y/n?” Steve asks in confusion, knowing that he didn’t invite you. “Nancy asked me to be here…” your eyes divert from Steve to Tommy and Carol who were sitting in the living room staring at you. You take a deep breath and look at Nancy. “Nance, you didn’t tell me they were gonna be here?” You say to her, but honestly you should have known that they were gonna be here. “Oh- I thought if I told you they were gonna be here you wouldn’t want to come?” she says turning to you. Putting your hands into the pocket of your jacket you walk backwards. “Hey where are you-” “Walking back home..” You state in a quiet tone. You didn’t live far from here, just a couple minutes walking through the woods and you were home.

As you were walking in the woods you started to feel stupid, you really did. You didn’t want to go, you really didn’t. But there was a force that was compelling you to go to the party, and no it wasn’t Nancy. You think for a while to figure it out but all you could think of was Steve. Stopping in your tracks your eyes widen. It was Steve. After all this time you still did like him, even after that whole joke he played on you. You still liked him like an idiot. And oh how you hated yourself for loving him. Groaning you realize it, ‘why him’ you thought to yourself. You finally get to your front door and use the key to open it since your father was probably passed out on the couch at this point.

Slowly walking to your room you open it and the creak it lets out freaks your father out. “WHOS THERE?” He yells taking his gun out from his side. “Dad it’s me!” You respond yelling, putting your arms up into the air. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t scare me like that, ever again.” Nodding you walk into your room and close the door. Throwing on your pjs and putting on your Walkman you go to bed since your tired and want to get rid of these thoughts.

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School was awkward the next day, Steve didn’t stop to talk to you and you didn’t hear Carol and Tommy make any comments. But the worst part was that Nancy looked worried. You saw at lunch how she didn’t look at ease, she was sitting with the other three and kept on looking into her lap playing with her hands. She saw you staring and stood up from her seat to talk to you.

‘Shit..’ you thought, straightening your back you place your crossed arms onto the table. “Hey Nance…” She looked way worse than you thought you saw, it was her eyes that showed how worried she was. “Hey y/n, I have a stupid question to ask- but have you seen Barb at all?” She asks sitting in the chair in front of you. “Oh no, I haven’t I’m sorry.” You state your mind drifting to many thoughts. First Will now her? That bald girl had something to do with this, she probably knew something. Nance nods and walks back to her seat; you could see Tommy and Carol glancing at you with bad looks. Steve on the other hand still had that dull look on his face from when you left last night. Sighing you go back to picking with your food until the bell rung.

…

You weren’t going to the game, it would have been a waste of time and plus none of your friends are going- Eddie and Josh were going to be doing who knows what with that band they have so you were going home. Close by you could see Steve and his friends talking to Jonathan. Well, picking on him rather than talking. Walking faster you try to stop Steve from picking on Jonathan.

“Hey!” You yell out to grab their attention. “Leave the kid alone.” Tommy and Carol laugh while Steve smirks looking at you. “Y/n! Nice to see you here..” he states holding photos in his hand. “Leave Jonathan alone, he’s dealing with a lot- not like you’d know.” Steve gets taken back by your comment, “What’s your problem?” He asks. Your problem? You were confused, all you were doing was helping a friend out. “My problem? What’s yours? You’re picking on someone that just lost a family member? That’s fucking low of you.” you state with Jonathan walking back a little.

Standing straight you try to grab the papers out of Steve’s hands and he rips them before you can get them. “What the hell man?” You yell trying to grab the ripped up papers. “You should be saying that to that freak you call your friend.” He states throwing them onto the ground. You look appalled by what he said. “You’re the fucking freak Steven.” He lets out a laugh and looks into your eyes, “Alright, and I really thought you were chill with me.” “I wasn’t ever chill with you.” You state bending down to grab the papers that were dropped before the wind picked them up.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Steve reach for Jonathan’s camera. Standing up you hand most of the papers to Jonathan and try to grab the camera from his hands. Steve pushes you back easily, “No no, let him get it himself.” Jonathan reaches his hand out for it then Steve drops it. A small gasp could be heard from you and you push Steve’s arm away from you. “Come on guys.” He states as his friends leave with him. Nancy’s the only one that stays, she bends down to pick up the rest of the papers but she takes them for herself. “Don’t worry about her dude..” you state handing him the photos, you had no clue what the photos were, they were ripped so it was hard for you to make it out.

…

Your dad came back late last night, he looked sad- too sad. “Dad, what happened?” You ask standing up from the couch. He looked like he didn’t want to talk, but he saw how worried you were. “They found the Byers kid..” he flat out stated. You couldn’t think anymore. “They found Will?” You say covering your mouth, tears already started forming from your eyes. Your dad gave you a tight hug, all you left like was shit. There’s no way they actually found him, it had to be fake- they didn’t just find him like that, there’s no way. All you wanted to do was hide into a small ball and call it a day.

…

Laying in bed all day your dad let you stay home from school today. He knew how close you were to Will, the kid saw you as an older sister. Still in shock from the news you turn on the TV and turn to a different channel that wasn’t the news. After a while your Walkie-Talkie could be heard from your room. It was Lucas’ voice.

Running to your room you grab the walkie-talkie and pull up the antenna. “Y/n? Do you copy?” He asks. “Yes I’m here, what do you need?” You sit onto your bed waiting for an answer. “There’s too much to explain, get over to Mike’s asap! Over and out!” He states, you could just imagine what the hell you’re needed there for.

…

“Okay, what is it?” You say sitting between Dustin and Lucas. “El’s trying to channel Will.” Dustin states, Mike’s eyes are only on the radio. You can hear mumbling, sounding exactly like Will. “Look!” Mike says looking at us now. You all listen closely until the sound goes out. “That could be anyone.” Lucas says throwing his hands into the air. “That sounded exactly like Will.” You were so confused with how this girl was able to do that. “How is she able to get to him.” You ask Mike, he grabs the game board you guys use for DND and flips it over. “This is where Will is,” He states putting his hand onto the middle part of the black board. You shrug not getting it. “He’s somewhere that’s dark and cold, but just like Hawkins. He’s like in some place called the upside down.” You nod, ‘Maybe this is where Barb is too…’

“Maybe Will is gone.” Lucas says and you all turn to look at him. “You guys saw what they took out of the water yesterday right? He’s gone.” Dustin rolls his eye, “Well maybe that’s just the government covering his death up!” “He’s gone!” Lucas retaliates. “Hey woah woah, no yelling.” You state covering both of your ears. Letting go, you tell them about Barb, “There was a party I went to last night, but I left when I saw these two kids there…” They look confused on why you’re saying this. “Nancy and her friend went there, but her friend Barb is now missing.” You say, “Maybe she’s also there with Will.” They see where you’re going with this.

“But Barb is a high schooler and Will is in middle school? That’s random, it doesn’t make any sense.” Dustin places a hand under his chin. “Maybe the upside down doesn’t take random people, it takes vulnerable people.” They nod, but Lucas still doesn’t believe it. “We need to get her to a stronger radio.” Mike says, Dustin shoots his head up. “The AV room!” You barely had any clue on what they were saying, nodding you stand up. “While you guys go ahead and do that, I’ll be going to Will’s “mourning service”…” you say with quotation marks, they smile and wave you a goodbye.

A/N: this chapter was more of a filler chapter in a way, not much happening- sorry about that!

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a-girl-who-writes-and-reads · 10 months

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Prompt: Voiceless

“Stop! You are arrested in the name of the Navy!” Tashigi yelled or at least she had intended to yell after the fleeing criminal. What came out instead was an almost inaudible and sad croak.

Stupid cold. Tashigi thought and stopped running.

She was completely out of breath. Totally understandable given she felt the sickest she had ever been in years. But totally not acceptable for her own pride. But sadly she had to let that thief go.

Her heart was racing, her sides stung like she had just ran a marathon, when in reality it hasn’t even been a quarter of a mile, every breath hurt her lungs and honestly Tashigi suspected that she had a fever too.

She should’ve not left the bed this morning but her stupid sense of duty made her. So, she had gone for a patrol and of course she had gone alone. Stupid pride. Stupid cold.

Tashigi had no idea where she caught that cold but it came at an inconvenient time.

Suddenly feeling dizzy she braced herself against the wall of the building next to her. Breathing was getting harder and Tashigi realized she needed…

“Help!” She tried to get out but once again, to no avail. Her voice was gone and she felt the faint coming. Tashigi blacked out before her body hit the ground.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

She woke up with a pounding headache and her mouth felt fuzzy while her throat was dry. But the warmth of her soft blanket and cushion led her to the decision to stay in bed for a bit longer. Just a few more minutes, she told herself.

Those few minutes however gave her brain enough time to remember what had happened before she’d fallen asleep or more like before she had fainted on the street.

So, how did she get back into her bed? Or any bed for that matter.

Tashigi opened her eyes and wasted no time to take in her surroundings. A table, a chair, a fireplace with a fire burning, a door, a window, the bed obviously; nothing out of the ordinary so far.

But also no clues of how she had gotten here.

Lost in contemplation, she got rid of the blanket, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. All while realizing she had on some weird patterned PJs.

At least… she tried to stand up. Hit by dizziness, Tashigi stumbled over her own feet, lost her grip and fell forwards. Right onto… a very muscular chest.

“You shouldn’t get up so soon. Your fever just went down.”

With being so close to the speaker, Tashigi felt every vibration of his voice on her cheeks. And this voice belonged to no other than… Roronoa Zoro.

Gently, he placed her on the bed again and then he kneeled down in front of her, locking eye(s) with her. Tashigi was too stunned to speak. Well that and her throat was way too dry anyway.

The pirate seemed to sense that and reached over to the bedside table to give her some water. The liquid running down her throat felt heavenly. She emptied the water and tried to speak, still no sounds came out. Roronoa smirked.

“Chopper said, your voice will be gone for the next couple of days.”

Tashigi furrowed her brows. Lovely.

But since Chopper seemed to be around too, that probably meant the whole Strawhat Crew was on the island… and the Navy had no clue.

“What were you doing out and about anyway? With being that sick?”

Did the pirate just scold?

“Don’t pull that face at me! I was the one getting your sick and stupid ass back to bed. Which you shouldn’t have left to begin with.”

He was right though, not that she would ever openly say that, ever. Aside from not being able to say anything at the moment anyway.

All together it was one of the weirdest situations she’d ever been in. Granted, it wasn’t the first time Roronoa… rescued her (damn, it hurt to admit that), but it was the first time he stayed long enough to check up on her. That was the most irritating thing ever.

Him being here, when she woke up. Kinda like he… cared about her.

“You know, Glasses,” Roronoa said and made her look at him again, “You being voiceless is something I could get used to. It's nice.”

Tashigi’s face hardened, so much for caring about her.

She still felt weak, nevertheless she bawled her fist and slightly punched his should; enticing a laugh out of him.

#writing #zotash #prompt #zoro x tashigi #tashigi x zoro #voiceless

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jomiddlemarch · 10 months

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Where might I be, if I were not here?

“Grace. Listen to me—”

“Just leave me alone,” she interrupted. At least, that was what she had intended to say. She wasn’t 100% sure those were the words that had come out of her mouth or ones he’d be able to recognize as belonging to the English language. It was entirely possible she’d spoken in Cantonese and didn’t even realize it. If pressed, she would not have been able to reliably determine the day of the week or the last time she’d eaten, though she dimly remembered Joel talking about broth.

“No. Take it off. Or I will,” he said. She turned her head, very slowly, and looked up at him. He might have sounded brusque or even harsh, well beyond brooking no nonsense, but instead he’d used a very gentle tone, almost coaxing.

“I only need to take a nap,” she said. It was a lie or she was dead wrong or she was wandering somewhere between the two in a greyish netherworld that was nauseatingly wavy around the edges. Joel crouched down so he was nearly at eye-level.

“Grace, you’ve been in those sweats for three days,” he said. “You’ll feel better once you’re in clean PJs and we can put your stuff in the laundry. Or burn them.”

“I’m fine,” she protested. Weakly. She was exhausted and the sweats did have a certain lizard-skin-that-should-be-sloughed quality to them, though she didn’t particularly want to admit it. “It’s no big deal.”

“They weren’t lying about doctors making the worst patients, were they?” Joel said. Thank God it was rhetorical, because her head was killing her, not that she was planning to say anything about it. “Grace, you’ve had a fever for the past week and Ted said they were maybe going to bring you home from the clinic in a wheelbarrow on Tuesday, you probably don’t even know what day it is—”

“It’s just a cold,” she said and winced. She’d stumbled home on her own two feet, the prospect of the wheelbarrow making her vomit into the sink in the corner of the exam room, running the faucet with the excuse that she was only going to splash a little water on her face before heading out.

“It was walking pneumonia until you stopped walking,” he said. “You look like shit and—”

“That’s mean,” Grace muttered. “You’re not supposed to be mean to a sick woman.”

“Let me help you out of those sweats and get you into a clean nightgown, darlin,’” Joel said. She’d admitted she was sick, so he’d won and now the gentleness was mixed with relief. Grace made a superhuman effort and sat up enough for Joel to do the rest of the work, dragging the sweatshirt over her head, letting her rest her forehead against his chest before dealing with the ratty sweatpants she couldn’t remember putting on. He made a series of murmured reassuring comments, c’mon now, there you go, like that, let me, baby and then she was somehow in a fresh, loose flannel nightgown which was mercifully not plaid, nor patterned with anything egregiously twee, only some faded rosebuds scattered on the cream-colored material and no lace at the collar or cuffs. Her hair would have been more of a mess if it weren’t a lank bundle heavy against her neck, unwashed for several days. The flu outbreak had started in Jackson two weeks ago, maybe three, and she’d had moments when she wondered whether the remnants of mushroom-uninfested humanity were going to go the way of 1918 before the tide had turned and then she’d started coughing.

“I look like shit,” she said, echoing him and he shook his head.

“You’re beautiful. You’re fucking sick as a dog, but you’re still beautiful,” he said. “Where’s your water bottle?”

“Bedside table,” Grace said, sinking back onto her pillow. Joel poked around among the various items stacked and clustered beside the oil lamp without lighting it, cursing lightly under his breath.

“This is a pile of junk.”

“I have a system,” Grace said. She didn’t look over at the pile he was rooting through. Usually, books were stacked in order of her aspirational plan to read them, Buddenbrooks not budging from the base, a hair clip was perched on top, the dish that held her earrings sat to the right of the lamp’s base and whatever face cream she’d most recently traded for was carefully set to the back, against the wall. She couldn’t have told him where to begin to find the water bottle at this point, even if she’d opened her eyes to look.

“Maybe when you’re well. It would be a miracle to be able to find anything in this mess. I should’ve stayed home with you,” he replied, finally managing to unearth the half-filled water bottle, flipping the cap and holding it to Grace’s mouth for her to drink. He watched her, careful to pull the bottle away before she sputtered. She couldn’t think of anyone in her whole life who’d ever looked at her with such intimate scrutiny.

“I’m a big girl, I don’t need a babysitter,” she said.

“You’re mine,” he said, taking off his wool work-shirt and then his jeans, leaving him in a tee-shirt and boxers. He was already in his sock-feet, having accepted her assertion that there should be no shoes worn in the home without her needing to bring up manure, though he didn’t always wear the slippers she left for him by the front door. He bent over and took off the socks, then walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. “Should’ve looked after you properly—"

“Joel, you don’t—you should keep on sleeping on the sofa,” Grace said. She couldn’t help the little sighing breath that came out when he brushed back the hair on the side of her face and settled himself next to her. It turned into a cough, but not a full-on hacking one, and he pulled her to rest against his chest when she was done.

“Where d’you think I’ve been sleeping, Gracie? I’ve been in that chair the past four nights,” he said, his voice lower now that he was so much closer. “C’mere, relax—”

“That chair will destroy your back,” Grace said. It usually sat in the corner of the room with a laundry basket on it, the slat back slicing the afternoon sun and shadow into cubes like grass jelly.

“It wasn’t the most comfortable, I’ll give you that. But there wasn’t a better choice,” he said. “Couldn’t keep an eye on you from the floor, tried it the first night.”

“You didn’t have to,” Grace said.

“Yes, I did. And I wanted to,” he said. He was quiet then and so was she, the comfort of the clean pajamas and even more, Joel strong and warm beside her easing the myalgia that had been competing with the headache and cough for first place in the Grace viral-misery Olympics. She felt sleepy instead of obliterated by fatigue and she’d run out of arguments.

“We’ve both lost people, before,” Joel said softly, like he wasn’t talking about the shrapnel they both carried. He wouldn’t say Kian or Tess or tell her the name of Sarah’s mother, but Grace understood him. Regret was its own creature, separate from grief. Sometimes it was like a poison eating you up, sometimes a vital tether between the past and the future, a rope strung between buildings in a Wyoming blizzard. “I wanted, I want to do better by you. They’d want that. You belong to me, belong with me. I don’t plan to let you go—”

He'd said everything except I love you. Except that he’d said that every other way he could, with the nightgown and the water and the chair, with his body and his heartbeat, his breath steady against her cheek, the way he said her name. It was enough and too much and she shivered. He held her tighter.

“You gonna tell me I’m your woman?” she said, trying to make a joke of it.

“If I thought you’d let me, yeah,” he said. “I expect, even at death’s door, you’d tell me to stop talking like a fucking caveman and respect your goddamn autonomy. But you are, even if I don’t say it so you can hear me.”

“You can say it,” she whispered. He made a sound like a laugh without it actually being one.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” he said. “You sleep now and you wake me up if you don’t feel good.”

Written for @pedrostories 1K celebration and because @tessa-quayle suggested it would be fun to play

#tlou au fanfic #joel/OFC #grace yang MD #hurt/comfort #tropes #second chance romance #only one bed #doctors making terrible patients ad infinitum #grief #romance #my ted lasso x tlou au universe #found family #pedrostories1k

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candy0097 · 2 years

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Affliction

a/n:

GOSSHH so so sorry for the lack of posts I've been dealing with major writer's block and work has been taking up majority of my time as of late due to losing our team leader recently😪I've had this story in my drafts for EVER, hopefully yall can enjoy it though. apologies for it being so short(':

Affliction

something that causes pain or suffering.

Reader experiences a menstrual cycle !

You start your day with a rude awakening, your sleep being interrupted by a vicious headache, accompanied by probably the worst cramps you’ve ever had. You can only groan loudly as you roll over onto your side, folding up into a fetal position to alleviate as much pain as possible. You had a feeling having your ibuprofen always in your backpack for emergencies was a terrible idea, not being able to even get up to get the pain reliever out of your bag. You lie there helplessly, only now realizing that the shower to the connected bathroom was on and running, leading you to gain the knowledge that Austin had slipped out of bed and took a shower.

You continue to lay there in pain, silently rushing Austin in hopes that he’d grab your ibuprofen from your backpack. Once you hear the water finally shut off, a wave of relief hits you, only briefly though, considering you are still in excruciating pain. It felt like you were laying there for hours until Austin finally comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He dries his hair with a towel as his eyes land on yours.

“Good morning baby, you sleep okay?”

You can only nod, eyes closed and arms hugging yourself tightly in pain.

“Can you please get my ibuprofen from my backpack?”

Your voice comes out hoarse, the worry on Austin’s face apparent once he realizes the situation.

“Yeah of course, are you feeling okay?”

He grabs your bag and digs his hand inside, grabbing the bottle and opening it. He pours a pill into his hand and hands it to you along with the water bottle you had on the bedside table.

“Yeah, I’m just in a lot of pain from cramps is all…”

He sighs, grabbing a shirt and pj pants, “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

Downing the pill you shake your head,

“Just hold me please?”

He smiles, crawling into the bed next to you almost immediately. He pulls you into his chest gently, your face pushed into his neck. Taking in his scent, you actually start to feel better, a smile spreading across your face. You groan quietly, a sharp cramp spreading through your abdomen suddenly. Austin sighs, holding you tighter and rubbing your skin with a soft thumb slowly.

“You’re okay baby, I’m sorry you’re in so much pain”

He frowns, looking down at your face now hidden in his chest, a small, pained expression on your face. You can only hold him as tight in response, arms wrapping around his torso.

After a few minutes, your loosening grip around his body leads Austin to assume that you were either sleeping or about to fall asleep. A quick glance at your figure confirms his earlier suspicions, seeing your eyes shut and soft breaths coming from your partially agape mouth.

He smiles warmly, bringing you in impossibly closer to his chest as he kisses your forehead softly.

“Rest easy baby…I love you.”

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis #x reader #Candy0097

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abeinginsand · 7 months

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what if swiftli

them!! I was thinking off an au where like the s2 teens all live in the same neighborhood and have mostly normal lives (the sky is still red but the doodler is...peaceful, slumbering or something) anyways all the teens ad kiddads are pretty close, and then suddenly when any of the teens reach 16 they start having strange dreams of a different timeline (the canon one) because hero, linc, and taylor are the oldest of the teens they end up experiencing the nightmares first. Anyways swiftli thought where the first 'weird'' dream Linc has is the scene of Willy and Scary sneaking up on him, taylor, normal, and hermie and slicing off Taylor's head He wakes up and knows it must be really late but doesn't care and immediately runs out of the house to go check on Taylor doesn't even remember his shoes, nearly out of breath from how fast he was trying to go and Taylor lives at the edge of the neighborhood. very drowsy Taylor opening the door in his pjs and then looking at Linc, seeing the distress and softly tugging on his hand, saying its okay to come inside. As long as they are mostly quiet about talking since mom's asleep etc. probably end up sitting on the couch, link talking to through the dream and comforting and stuff, falling asleep on the couch together and then grant and marco call cass in the morning like 'did linc run over there again?" because this isn't the first time (though usually its out of excitement)

#cookies-over-yonder #asks #abeinginsand talk tag #swiftli #dndads au

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cecexsblog · 2 months

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It’s Freezing | L. Hughes

warnings: just some suggestive content but not to much.

pairings: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

a/n: this is probably going to be another long one but I love the skate tying trope so I thought I’d add it:) (also not edited)

It was Christmas break and Ellen and Jim decided to spend it at the lake house. Quinn and Jack were already there while me and Luke still drove down the long winding road to the lake house.

“I’m teaching you how to skate this weekend” he randomly blurts out while steering around a turn.

“I know how to skate Luke” I say rolling my eyes.

“Yeah whatever” he says as we pull into the lake house property and to the gravel drive way. It was so cold out that Luke told me to run in and not worry about the bags. He had them. The house was so warm and smelt like cinnamon, lights going up the one banister.

“Luke?” I hear Ellen call from the kitchen.

“Nope just me” I say walking around the corner so she could see me. “He’s just grabbing the bags.”

“Oh honey you must be cold, take your jacket off and sit by the fire place, I just made hot chocolate” she says motherly. Luke came trudging through the door with his nose all red. He quickly took his things off and rushed next to me by the fire place.

“It’s so cold out there” he says huddling closer to me. I just wrap my arms all the way around him, arms and all. Leaving a small kiss on his forehead as he leans into me. Gently running my hand up and down his arm.

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Jack and Quinn ran to town for firewood, we’re hopefully going to have a fire pit on the ice tomorrow. And Jim is out flooding part of the lake to make it easier to skate on” Ellen says. She walks around the counter and brings us each a glass of homemade hot chocolate.

“Thanks mom” Luke politely says.

“Mhmm, thank you” I say.

She walks back around the counter proudly smiling. I lean my head on Luke’s shoulder as I watch the flames flicker.

At dinner we ate pizza in the living room while all laughing. Quinn and Jacks girlfriends weren’t able to make it so me and Ellen felt slightly out numbered but I guess she kind of always has. Ellen decided to show a video on the tv of the boys playing ball hockey in the living room we were in at that moment. At one point Jack shoves little Luke and he starts crying, Quinn running over to him and hugging him telling Jack to go easy on him because he’s little.

“Not so little anymore” Jack scoffs. Luke just hides his face deeper into my shoulder. I hold the side of his face with one hand caressing his cheek and ever so often playing with his curls as he lays more onto my chest. Although he was way bigger than me he didn’t act like it. Always curling up into me like a big baby.

Everyone slowly went to bed leaving just me and Lukey on the couch. My hand lifting his sweater and running my fingers up and down his spine as he slowly drifts to sleep.

“Lu…” I whisper.

“Hmmm”

“I’m tired”

He gently wraps his arms around me so they’re under my back and lifts me off the couch. I wrap my legs around his waist and tuck my head into neck as he carry’s me up the stairs. I slowly run my hand through the curls on his neck.

As we get to his room he slowly open the door and sets me on the bed, I could see his sleepiness in his eyes. He wanders over to my suitcase and grabs my pjs (one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers).

“Lift your arms love” he whispers. He slips my knit sweater over my head and gently unclasps my bra. Usually he goes in for my friends but tonight he just gave me a tiny smirk then slipped the t-shirt over me. I slipped my jeans off as he handed me a pair of his boxers and slipped those on too. We were both too tired to do anything so we both curl up into his bed trying to get heat off of each other. I curl into his chest as he drapes an arms over me caresses my back under my shirt.

The next morning I wake up with Luke practically draped over top of me as he slowly breathes in and out. His chest on mine as his head is nestled into my neck. One arm under me the other draped on the pillow with my hair. I look down to see his lips slightly parted and his eye lashes perfectly splayed out. His cheeks slightly flushed and itty bitty freckles. Each of his curls falling miraculously around his forehead and ears, then down his neck.

“I can feel you staring” he whispers. A giggle leaves me and his arm on the pillow comes down to lightly jab my side. He rolls over onto his back taking me with him so I’m on top of him. I begin to pepper his face with general kisses. He just lays there with his eyes still closed and a smile spread across his face.

“Pretty boy” I whisper. His cheeks turning red at my words. “Like an angel.” He really was that gorgeous tho, perfectly shaped. Each muscle carved perfectly, as well as his jawline and nose.

I feel his hand run up and down my back under my shirt again, sending me shivers.

“I’m hungry” he quietly says.

“Me too” I say pecking his cheek and standing up from the bed, sticking my arm out to help him out. The sun shone through the window on him, picking up the definition of his body gorgeously. Each ab flexed across his stomach.

After breakfast Jim had checked the ice out on the lake that he had prepared the night before and said it was perfect conditions for a day of skating on the lake. The boys immediately ran for their rooms to get in there warm clothes, me trailing behind Luke.

“Shoot! I forgot a regular hoodie” I say rummaging through my suitcase. Luke walked over to his closet and grabbed me one of his hoodies from high school which had his old hockey team spread across the front and ‘HUGHES’ plastered across the back.

“Here baby” he said handing it to me and leaving a kiss on my forehead.

“Thank you Lu”

Before we went out I insisted on taking photo in his mirror, 0.5 of course. Luke was wearing black sweatpants and a grey hoodie with a Michigan jersey over top and a dark blue touque. I wore his hoodie with a vest and black leggings with mid length white socks and a white touque. His hands slink around my waist as we stand in the mirror.

“So pretty” he whispers in my ear as his hands move under my hoodie to my stomach. I lean back into him and kiss his jawline, he leans down and attaches his lips to mine for a deep chaste kiss.

“You guys ready?” We hear Jack yell on the other side of the door, taking us out of our lovey state.

“Yup” Luke says while opening the door and guiding me out holding my lower back. I notice he grabbed our gloves too.

“So you know how to skate?” Luke says raising an eyebrow as he ties my hockey skate. My foot between his knees as he tightens the laces.

“Yes Luke I know how to skate, I’m from Canada, children learn how skate before they walk up there”

“Okay okay” he says finishing tying my skates. “I won’t help you then”

“Okay” I say while shrugging and stepping onto the ice carelessly. The truth is it had been a couple years since I skated but it’s like riding a bike.

I stood on the edge waiting for Luke to get his skates on.

“Well?” He said looking up at me from the bench. “Show me your skating abilities”

“I’m waiting for you” I say slightly pouting.

“Well before I get on I need to see your skills and see what I need to teach you” he says with a smirk. I role my eyes and push off with one foot, a little wobbly but I slowly got the hang of it again. Gliding across the ice, crossing my feet as I turn, I switching between backwards and forwards skating.

“I told you I could skate” I say quickly stopping in front of him.

“Your turns could use some work” he says with another smirk.

“Whatever” I say grabbing his hands as he steps onto the ice “Tag you’re it!” I say while quickly skating away as fast as I could. Luke chasing me around the rink and finally catching me by wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and spinning me around.

“Gotcha!” He says while kissing my cheek.

“Okay can you guys stop having sex on the ice and grab your sticks, we want to play hockey” Jack says while glaring at us, Quinn on his left. Ellen and Jim walking down the path towards the lake.

We end up playing hockey and skating around till the sun sets and the air gets colder. Making Luke’s nose and cheeks bright red, I could tell he was acting all tough though.

“It’s freezing” I say huddling into Luke as he checks his phone. He puts it in his pocket and turns to me and grabs my bare hands tightly in his hands, almost making a fist around them. Then he brings them closer to his lips and blows into his hands to warm up mine.

“Better?” He says with a slight worried look on his face. I just shrug. He then brings my hands under his hoodie and coat the place on his skin. I hear his breath hitch when my hands touch his skin but he relaxes into it while pulling me closer to him and sticking his hands down the back of my pants to warm up his hands. Jim and Ellen had went in earlier before to make dinner so they weren’t much of a worry.

“I’m kinda hungry too” I say looking up at him.

“We can go in” he whispers as we step off the ice.

“You guys going in already?” Quinn yells across the ice.

“Yeah just hungry” Luke yells back as he unties my skates and slips my Uggs back on my feet. As we walk up he wraps an arm around me holding me close ever so often leaving a kiss on my cold nose.

After dinner everyone heads to bed. Me and Luke huddled in his blankets watching a movie. I end up drifting off against his chest.

“I love you” he whispers, thinking I can’t hear him”

a/n: so this was actually longer then I was expecting it to be but I hope you guys like it. Tried adding a tiny bit of spice into it:)

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That River in Egypt 8-14 of 21

[fanfiction] Dean / Cass

canon divergent AU from 15x19, Dean being Dean

Previous parts here.

- 8 -

“Sorry, all I’ve got is the couch and the blow-up mattress,” Donna said apologetically.

“You kiddin’? This is perfect,” I assured her.

“Well it’s no memory foam…” she lamented.

“We’re just happy to have a place to stay that isn’t a crappy motel,” Sam put in. “Thanks for putting us up, there was no way we were gonna make it back to Lebanon tonight.”

“Glad to have ya,” Donna beamed at us. “I figure you can take the couch, and Dean and Cass can take the mattress?”

I froze.

“I don’t sleep,” Cass explained, giving Donna a polite smile while he glanced anxiously at me from the corner of his eye.

“Well, sure, but I figured ya might need a bit of a rest and a cuddle after that messy hunt of yours,” Donna barreled forward, oblivious.

Sam had his ‘oh shit’ face on.

“Did Sam tell you?” I asked, eyes narrowed.

Donna was taken aback by my tone. “Tell me what, Deany?”

It was hard to stay mad with all that Minnesota nice pouring over me, but I managed. “About me and Cass,” I gritted out.

“What?” she asked, starting to realize that she was in the middle of a minefield. “No, no one told me? I just have eyes?”

What the hell did that mean?

“I didn’t know it was a secret since you’re so… ya know, obvious about it and all.”

What the hell did that mean?!

“Gosh, I really stepped in it, didn’t I?” she said, starting to look distressed.

“It’s fine,” I said , moving towards the windows and staring out of it pointedly so I wouldn’t have to look at anyone else. “Appreciate havin’ a place to stay,” I offered, which was all the smoothing over that I was capable of at the moment.

“Hey, Donna, think I can borrow your shower?” Sam blurted out.

“You betcha, hon’,” Donna said, though she didn’t sound quite as cheery as before, and that was on me. “I’ll grab ya a towel, c’mon.”

I let out the breath I was holding when the two sets of footsteps disappeared down the hall.

“Dean.”

I didn’t turn around.

Cass turned me around for me, crushing our lips together.

And I clung to him like a man drowning.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead to mine. “I hate when you do that,” he whispered.

Cass hated me, my panicked brain informed me. “What, I didn’t mean to… Donna…”

“Dean,” he whispered, his nose nudging mine. “I hate when you run off half-cocked, no plan, and almost get yourself killed.”

“Oh…”

“If Sam and I hadn’t gotten there in time-”

“But you did,” I assured him, all thoughts of me about to be shish kebabed by an angry wraith easily pushed aside.

“I need a rest and a cuddle,” he requested, sounding uncertain. Like he wasn’t sure he could ask for that.

Was he allowed to ask for that?

“Of course, sweetheart,” I agreed, running my hand up and down the small of his back. “I’ll take care of you.”

Cass gave me a little smile. “I’d like that.”

I pulled away to change into my pjs. I could probably use a shower, but that was what tomorrow was for.

Cass arranged the blankets on the air mattress and crawled under the covers.

I crawled in after him, curving my body around his and holding him close. “Just for a little bit, okay?” I whispered, all my previous paranoia creeping back in.

“I just want to know that you’re here,” Cass replied. “That you’re safe.”

“I’m here, Cass,” I promised, kissing the back of his neck.

He curled his hand over the one I had holding his waist, squeezing.

I promptly passed out. Almost killed by wraiths and all that. It was a long friggin’ day.

I woke up how I usually woke up, in an octopus-hold with Cass, but something felt different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, still half-asleep, so I pressed lazy kisses to his neck instead.

“Good morning,” he rumbled at me, grabbing my ass like he did pretty much every morning to start revving my engine.

“I feel like crap,” I complained, but my hips were already starting to move.

“Then stop running headfirst into obvious traps,” Cass scolded me, but there was no bite to it as his hips moved lazily with mine.

“Yeah, yeah, blow me, Cass.”

“In front of your brother?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, I’m totally right here, guys,” Sam complained from the couch.

It took me a moment, but then I was throwing a snarky grin over at my brother. “Well, maybe you can finally learn something.”

“All good, thanks,” he announced, hastily tossing his blanket over the back of the couch and getting up. “I’m gonna go for a run.”

“Now?” I scoffed, looking at Donna’s kitschy clock hanging over the mantle, declaring it to not even be 7 yet.

“Yep, definitely now,” he decided, making his exit.

“He has the friggin’ energy to run when we just got finished runnin’ for our lives?” I complained into Cass’s neck.

“I believe his regular workouts keep him in shape so as to not… ‘feel like crap’ after a slight exertion,” he informed me. “Also, in human years he is significantly younger than you.”

“Don’t be an asshole,” I complained.

“I’m not,” he replied, thoroughly groping me.

“Ya gotta cut that out,” I said, trying not to sound breathy.

“Why?” he asked, squinting down at me. “Sam left.”

I snorted at that. “Yeah, okay, but there’s no door on the living room, Sunshine. Don’t think Donna's ready for the Cass full-frontal quite yet.”

“On the contrary, I think she would enjoy it,” he said, still squinting like he was thinking real hard. “Jimmy kept this vessel in excellent condition.”

“Is that you bein’ cocky?” I asked, grinning.

“I’d fuck me,” he declared. “I’d fuck me hard.”

I was dying. “You did not just quote Buffalo Bill at me.”

“No, Dean, I did,” he explained.

“Shit, you’re a keeper,” I informed him, deciding it was time to make out like teenagers.

Cass seemed pleased, and was more than happy to reciprocate.

There was a loud noise that had both our heads shooting up.

Donna was sitting in the middle of the floor, obviously having tripped over Sam’s duffle bag when she tried sneaking through the living room to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Cass greeted her, hand still obviously groping my ass.

“Mornin’ there,” she said, trying to look anywhere but at us.

“Hey, Donna,” I said, easing away from Cass’s groping.

He gave me a very disappointed face.

“Thanks for letting us crash,” I said, then pressed a very quick kiss to Cass’s forehead before getting up.

“Of course,” she said, rolling herself back up on her feet. “The more the merrier.”

I followed her into the kitchen. “Hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

“No, hon’, that’s okay, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, I shouldn’t have,” I said firmly. “I’m just not used to… talkin’ about it, ya know?”

We could finally look each other in the eye again.

“You two are cute,” she said, punching me on the shoulder.

“It’s not serious,” I said, rolling my eyes.

She gave me crazy eyes at that.

“It’s not,” I insisted, taking the coffee filter she handed me and putting it in the machine.

“Men,” she complained.

“Women,” I shot back.

Donna just gave me a knowing smile and poured the coffee beans into the machine.

- 9 -

I set my coffee on the table and went over to open the fridge, ready to rustle up something for breakfast, when I heard the familiar flapping of wings.

“Good morning, Dean.”

I whirled around, a grin already taking over my face. “Hey. Been a while.”

“Apologies, Jack needed me,” Cass said, giving me a rueful grin of his own.

“No worries, honey,” I hummed, sticking my finger into the knot of his tie and dragging him closer. “Now gimme some sugar.”

“You usually take your coffee black, Dean.”

I bit my lip, trying not to let my grin get any stupider. “Cass.”

“Oh,” he said, a little light bulb turning on in that weird, weird angel brain of his. “You want to kiss.”

“That’s the idea, yeah,” I agreed, leaning down.

Cass met me halfway and proceeded to back me into the fridge with his enthusiasm.

The enthusiasm lasted quite a while and showed no signs of letting up, until an interrupting Sasquatch cleared his throat loudly and complained, “uh, guys? Need to make my shake.”

Cass pulled his lips away from mine which was really friggin’ annoying and I chased after him.

“Apologies,” was all he could get out before my mouth was on his again.

Then I found myself being lifted off the ground, spun around, and plunked on the island.

I gave Cass a dazed look.

“Sam needs to make his shake,” he explained, but then he was kissing me again, so I just went with it.

Sam did his thing, not that I was really paying attention to him, what with making out with Cass on the kitchen island and all.

“You have a bedroom, ya know,” he gave as his parting shot before finally exiting the kitchen and leaving us alone.

“Cass,” I mumbled into his mouth.

“Dean,” he moaned back.

I felt a little smug about that, but I pulled back the tiniest fraction. “Honey, I’m tryin’ to talk to you.”

“Why?” he asked, looking completely confused.

“Good question,” I hummed, giving him a quick smooch. “But Princess Hair was right?”

“About?” Cass asked, moving to my neck since I insisted on continuing to talk.

“Mm that’s nice, sweetheart.”

He did it a little more.

I groaned fingers digging into his back. “I uh… shit… okay, um…”

“Why are you still talking?” he complained, doing really nice things with his mouth.

“I don’t knoooow,” I moaned, eyes squeezed tight. “Oh, uh… bedroom? We have a bedroom.”

Cass peered up at me, eyes narrowed in determination. “I like it here.”

This friggin’ angel really wanted to get freaky in the middle of the kitchen.

Was I the prude in this relationship???

Not that it was a relationship relationship.

“Down boy,” I scolded him with a nervous laugh.

He hesitated.

I tried not to feel shy, because I hated that, I absolutely hated that, but oh well, here we were. “Wanna blow you,” I said quietly.

Cass’s breath seemed to catch, not that he actually needed to breathe. “I’d like that.”

“So, bedroom?” I prodded him.

Cass blinked up at me.

“Now,” I said, adding some urgency to my tone.

Which was a mistake, because suddenly the world was spinning and my stomach was turning and then we were in the middle of my room.

“Goddammit, Cass.”

“You seemed to be in a hurry,” he said sheepishly, easing me down onto my feet.

“You know I hate flying.”

“I seem to also be in a hurry…”

I grinned at that, even as another wave of nausea hit me. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”

He squinted at me. “So you have no virtue?”

I cracked up. “Got me there.”

“Speaking of no patience and no virtue…” he trailed off, looking down at the bulge in his pants, then batting his eyes up at me.

“You’re getting a little shameless,” I informed him, going for my nightstand to grab a condom, “and I like it.”

“Corrupting angels seems to be one of your turn-ons,” Cass mused.

I turned around to tell him the bad news, but apparently he’d graced his clothes away while I had my back turned and was standing there completely naked. “Uhhh mmm yes?”

“Eloquent,” he said, eyebrows quirking.

I held up the empty box of condoms for him since my mouth didn’t want to work.

His whole face creased in concentration, trying to solve this seemingly unsolvable problem. “I’ll go procure-”

“You don’t get sick, right?” I interrupted him, mouth working again ‘cause of course I was about to blurt out something stupid.

Cass looked annoyed at the interruption. He really was a total horndog now. “No, I do not get sick. What does that have to do with any-”

“So that applies to like, ya know, all diseases?” I asked. “Venereal diseases?” I added for good measure.

“Yes, Dean, I am unable to contract venereal diseases,” he said, his squint intensifying.

“Cool,” I said. “Cool, cool, cool. So, uh… don’t really need the rubbers then, yeah?”

He looked taken aback. “We don’t?”

I took a step closer, trying to build my confidence.

Was this what I wanted?

I stared at Cass’s very naked body and knew this was absolutely positively what I wanted, so I gave him a nod. “You’re not gonna get pregnant, so…”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “I thought we were using them to contain the mess.”

“Oh, sweetheart, the mess is half the fun.”

“So we’ve only been having half the fun….?”

“Afraid so.”

He was suddenly right in front of me, gazing determinedly into my eyes. “I would like to have all of the fun now, please.”

“I gotcha,” I assured him, sinking to my knees.

Cass dragged his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with a mixture of affection and arousal and wonder, and yeah.

We were doing this.

- 10 -

“They’re gonna be here soon, so why don’t we just put them in Cass’s room?” Sam suggested.

“We have like a hundred rooms, why don’t you set up another one?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Do you not remember what a pain in the ass it is to set up the beds?”

“The itty bitty bed a little heavy for baby?” I asked, eyes focused on the onion I was chopping.

“Dude, when was the last time Cass even set foot in that room?”

“I don’t know his life,” I said dismissively. “It’s his room, anyway, so why are you asking me?”

“’Cause you’re here and he’s somewhere up in heaven, doing angel stuff?”

“Did you try calling?”

“Yes, Dean,” Sam ground out, sounding exasperated.

“Did you try praying?”

“Obviously, yes.”

“Oh, well sometimes he ignores you,” I said, then magnanimously looked up towards the ceiling and prayed, “oh Castiel, angel of the most boring day of the week, Sammy has a question for you.”

We both waited.

“No answer,” I said with a shrug.

“Okay, so can you answer-”

My phone started ringing.

I grinned as I answered, mostly pleased that Cass had ignored Sam but answered for me, but also just the teeniest littlest bit pleased to hear his voice after a couple of days. “Hey, Cass.”

“Hello, Dean. What did Sam need?”

“He wants to know if Claire and Kaia can sleep in your room while they’re here,” I explained.

There was a pause. “…in our room…?”

I swallowed. Oh. “No, uh… no, you know, the room we set up for you when you first moved in here.”

“…that room? I haven’t set foot in there for over a year, I’d hardly consider it mine. The girls are welcome to it.”

Over a year? Were Cass and I living together? Shit. “Uh, cool, yeah, great, uh… yeah.”

“Dean…” he said, sounding amused.

“Yeah, um, okay, are you coming home soon?” I asked, not that I cared, because we were going to be busy with our house guests.

“As soon as I can,” he assured me.

I glanced at Sam, who was pretending he was not listening but of course he was, so I turned my back to him and murmured softly into the receiver, “I miss you.”

I could hear the smile in Cass’s voice as he echoed back at me, “I miss you, too.”

“Say hi to Jack, okay?”

“Of course. I love you.”

“Yeah, uh…” I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rushing to my face. “Later, buddy.”

“Later, ‘dude’.”

I snorted as I hung up the phone, then returned to my onions.

“…so…?” Sam prodded me.

“Well, Cass said that since your weak delicate girl muscles can’t handle putting together a bed, Claire and Kaia are welcome to use his room.”

“I’m sure those were his exact words,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Word for word.”

Sam scoffed at that, and all was right with the world.

I finished making the burgers, Sam finished changing the sheets in Cass’s (former?) room, and the girls finally came bursting through the front door. They were here to do research on Dark Kaia and her spear, and they were staying for however long it took.

I got everyone fed, Eileen joining us for dinner, and then we moved to the library for brews and books.

“Why do you have so many books?” Claire complained.

“Funny thing about libraries,” I mused, happy that there was someone who hated research as much as I did. “Full of books.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Fuck books. Want another beer?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I said, shaking the beer I’d been nursing all night, a little bit still sloshing around in the bottle.

Claire blinked at that, then shrugged and got up. “Anyone else want one?”

“I’ll take one, thanks,” Sam said, not looking up from his laptop.

‘Nerd,’ I mouthed to Eileen.

‘Total nerd,’ she agreed. ‘But it’s hot.’

I made a face at her and she laughed.

“You’re dating the biggest nerd of them all,” Claire announced, before disappearing out of the library to go get the beers.

I sputtered for a bit. “We’re not dating,” I finally declared as decisively as I could.

Sam and Eileen both leaned back in their chairs, their expressions clearly saying, ‘here we go again’, and Kaia looked between them, intrigued.

“We’re best friends,” I explained to her, “with benefits.”

“I mean, aren’t most romantic relationships between best friends?” Kaia reasoned.

“No,” I scoffed. “Who wants to be in a relationship with their best friend?”

“Claire and I are best friends,” she said with a shrug.

“Eileen and I are best friends,” Sam rushed to put in.

I rolled my eyes. “It ain’t the same.”

“It’s totally the same,” Claire announced, back a lot quicker than I’d thought she’d be, and already being annoying as she passed out beers.

“It’s not,” I protested. “You don’t fuck your best friend.”

They all looked at me like I was an idiot.

“I mean that you don’t fuck them romantically,” I explained, because obviously they were all idiots. “That’s why they’re your best friend.”

“Oh, boy,” Claire marveled.

“Dean is known to frequently visit that river in Egypt,” Sam explained to a confused-looking Kaia.

That made her look even more confused.

“De Nile,” he clarified.

‘Wha?’ she mouthed.

Claire was now looking similarly confused.

I smirked at my brother and his complete failure to communicate with today’s youth.

“The Nile? Denial?” he tried desperately.

“Oh,” Kaia said, frowning. “But who says ‘de’ instead of ‘the’?”

“Yeah, Sammy,” I tsked at him.

“Can we get back on topic here?” he asked, looking around the room desperately for an ally.

Unfortunately, he had three.

“Yeah, um, so you really don’t think you and Cass are dating?” Claire put in.

“We’re not,” I said flatly.

“Okay, but you like go on dates all the time.”

“We don’t go on dates, we just hang out like normal best friends,” I clarified as calmly as I could, trying not to lose my temper over this idiotic line of questioning.

“You go out to eat together.”

“Friends gotta eat.”

“Cass is an angel, so technically no, he doesn’t have to eat,” Sam put in.

“Shut up, Sammy.”

“You go to the movies,” Claire continued.

“Again, something platonic friends do all the time...” I grunted, really, really trying not to yell.

“Dinner and a movie, literally the quintessential date night.”

“I go with Sam to dinner and movie, are we dating?”

“You took Cass on that bee-keeping Groupon.”

“He likes bees!” I snapped.

“Gettin’ a little testy there, Winchester,” Kaia put in.

“Why do you all have to romanticize this thing with Cass?” I growled. “We’re best friends, that’s it, end of story.”

“They’re living together,” Sam put in unhelpfully.

“They have to buy a new bottle of hand lotion every time we go to Walmart,” Eileen put in less helpfully.

Claire and Kaia seemed confused.

Eileen made a lewd gesture with her hand.

“Right, penises,” Claire said, wrinkling her nose.

“Enough!”

Everyone turned to me, unimpressed.

“We’re not talking about this anymore,” I said, downing the rest of my beer, then getting up to get another, and screw them all very much.

When I came back they were comparing notes on their dream hauntings, because that was a normal thing that hunters talked about together, not gossip about who was ‘dating’ who.

Not that anyone was dating anyone.

- 11 -

“I believe under the law that we are common-law married,” Cass said, squinting at me.

I proceeded to perform the most spectacular spit-take to have ever been performed in the history of spit-takes.

“Dude, gross,” Sam complained, wiping at his shirt with a napkin.

“Get over it,” I said dismissively. “You’re gonna have to explain that one, angel,” I stated, glaring into Cass’s eyes.

He shrugged, leaning forward to slurp his milkshake through a straw.

“Castiel, you can’t just say shit like that and then act all innocent,” I spat out through gritted teeth.

“I’m not that innocent,” he said with a grin.

“Really? Britney?”

His grin widened as he returned to his milkshake. “We are legally eligible to be married.”

“Uhhh, okay, but so are a lotta people?”

“We are considered to be a married couple by our friends.”

“Just because Jody said-”

“Sam?” the jerk interrupted me, turning to my brother.

“I don’t want to get involved,” he said, shifting in the squeaky diner booth and looking between us almost nervously. “But uh, yeah, you two totally act like an old married couple.”

Cass gestured with his hand as if to say, ‘see?’

“Yeah, but no one actually thinks we’re married,” I protested.

Sam made one of his faces that said he disagreed.

Cass just slurped his milkshake.

“Whatever,” I muttered, wiping up the last of my spit-take from the table, and shoving the wet napkins away from me.

“Can I getcha a refill?” our waitress asked, offering me an amused grin.

“That’d be great, sweetheart,” I said, and when our eyes met, there was a little spark. Which was kind of amazing, because lately whenever I tried to flirt with the waitress I always got an eyeroll or a look of disgust and a rant about the patriarchy.

“Comin’ right up,” she said, and then she honest-to-god winked at me.

Usually Sam was mildly annoyed with me when I was on the prowl, but he actually looked angry this time. “Really? In front of Cass?”

“What does Cass care?” I protested, while feeling like an asshole. But why did I have to feel like an asshole? I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

And Cass was just drinking his milkshake, for all the world looking like he couldn’t care less. “A dog’s gotta bark,” he declared with a shrug.

Sam let out a startled burst of laughter.

“I’m sorry, am I the dog in this situation?” I demanded.

“If you have to ask…”

“Jackass,” I muttered.

Cass’s hand nudged mine on the seat.

“Here ya go, one spittle-free Coke,” the waitress said, passing the drink across the table.

“Just the way I like it,” I accepted it with a grin.

Sam rolled his eyes.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” she added.

“Sure thing,” my eyes dropped to her ample bosom where her name tag was, “Katie.”

She walked away with an extra swish in her step, and my eyes followed obediently.

“Satisfied?” Cass asked, slurping at his milkshake.

“How can I be-” I started to say, but then quickly cut off the very dirty thing I was about to say with a glance at Cass’s hand clasped with mine, resting on the seat between us. I didn’t even remember taking his hand.

“How can you be…?” he prompted me.

I was being a dick. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m satisfied.”

Cass’s expression softened.

“Just needed to bark a little,” I assured him.

“I don’t mind. I know who you’re going home with.”

“Pretty confident there, buddy.”

“I’m really good in bed,” he deadpanned.

I cracked up while Sam pretended to gag. “Yeah, can’t argue with that,” I agreed, finding myself leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Cass looked smitten, touching my cheek gently.

“Ahem.”

Oh, fuck, I just kissed Cass in public.

In front of all these strangers.

In front of the waitress I’d been flirting with like two minutes ago.

In front of Sam’s salad.

“Always gay or taken,” Katie sighed. Her eyes met Cass’s as she said, “sorry about that, hon.”

“Nothing wrong with admiring the view,” he offered.

I squinted at him. ‘The view?’ I mouthed.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he mouthed back.

I rolled my eyes because no one needed to see me blush.

“It is a nice view,” Katie agreed. “I’ll be sad to see it go, but I won’t mind watching it leave.”

Was Katie my soulmate?

“’Cause of your butt,” Cass supplied.

Yeah, no, Cass was…

Cass was…

Cass was quoting The Office and being kinda possessive, but we didn’t need to use the s-word here.

I left Katie a very nice tip, and made sure to walk nice and slow to the exit.

- 12 -

Me and Cass were curled up against the headboard, watching Get Smart. His head was resting on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help constantly glancing down at him.

“How you doin’?” I asked, nudging my nose into his hair.

“Fine since the last time you asked,” he informed me, not looking up from the laptop.

“No need for sarcasm,” I complained, fixing my own gaze back on Maxwell Smart and his antics.

“Dean, you have asked me that question six times since the episode started.”

“Yeah, well… yeah…” I concluded.

He rubbed my thigh absently in a completely non-sexy way, like he was trying to pacify me without actually interrupting the episode.

I tried to let it go.

“Okay, but he stabbed you,” I complained, apparently not letting go.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Cass murmured.

“Wasn’t a big deal?!” I repeated, getting more agitated. “The nutcase angel stabbed you with an angel blade!”

He sighed, finally turning his face towards me. “I’m fine, Dean.”

“Yeah, but…”

His gaze was patient.

“…you almost weren’t,” I spit out, trying not to let the words tear me apart.

“Dean.”

I couldn’t seem to unclench my jaw.

Cass tilted his head up, pressing a feather-light kiss to my cheek.

I cleneched harder.

“Shhh,” he murmured, like I was some frightened animal.

Maybe I was.

“I’m alright,” he whispered, pressing his lips lightly along my jawline. “I’m alive.”

I closed my eyes, breathing out harshly.

He redirected my face towards him, and I could feel him staring at me even with my eyes shut.

I didn’t want to face him.

Cass pressed his lips to mine, unmoving, not a kiss, but weirdly comforting.

“Cass,” I whispered, my lips moving against his mouth.

“I know,” he assured me.

“But you don’t,” I choked out. “You’ve never had to… you don’t know what I’m like when you… You don’t know.”

“Oh, Dean,” he said softly, reaching up to cradle my face.

I caught his hands, holding them to my skin. “I can’t go through that again,” I whispered, then tried to swallow the words back down.

Cass was quiet, hands still pressed warm to my cheeks.

I looked down, to the side, up, anywhere but into those warm, sympathetic eyes. “Don’t need your damn pity,” I muttered.

“It’s not pity,” he said. “How do you think I feel every time you throw yourself to the lions? With Amara? Michael?”

“Okay, but I didn’t die, I wasn’t gone,” I muttered petulantly.

Cass rolled his eyes. “Metatron?”

“I was barely dead like even a day,” I protested.

“You were resurrected as a demon!”

“I was around.”

“You were ‘around’?” Cass asked, sounding exasperated. “Is this making you feel better?”

“Yeah, kinda,” I said, giving him a little grin.

“You are incorrigible,” he informed me.

“I know you are, but what am I?” I taunted him, hooking a finger in his tie and loosening it.

“Have we concluded the ‘talking’ part of the evening and moved on to the ‘sexy’ part?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“It’s always the sexy part with you an’ me, baby.”

“Dean.”

I started unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t changed into his sweatpants and t-shirt like usual after he came back from heaven, and that suddenly had me thinking. “Does it still hurt?”

“A bit,” he admitted.

Was I really up for this?

I slid his shirt off his shoulders, then inched up his undershirt. A shallow cut stretched along his rib cage, but something looked wrong about it. I pressed my fingers lightly to the skin under it, and it was hot to the touch.

Cass winced, and I quickly pulled my hand away.

“It’s okay,” he tried to reassure me.

Oh, no, no, no, I did not like this, nope, not working, I was gonna…

“It’s okay,” he repeated more firmly, taking my hand and placing it over the wound without so much as a blink.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” I whispered, feeling the heat and the blood and the wrongness against my skin.

“I trust you,” he replied easily.

I let out a shuddering breath before leaning in to look at it up close.

It really didn’t look like much, but a little deeper, and…

Why was it so hard to breathe all of the sudden?

Cass ran his fingers through my hair, stroking soothingly.

A strangled sound tried to claw it’s way out of my throat, so I pressed my lips just above the wound instead.

Cass gasped at that, but his fingers stayed steady in my hair, and I got the impression that it was an appreciative gasp, not a pained one.

I did it again, and his fingers grasped my hair, tugging lightly. That made me feel calmer for some reason. “You know how I feel about you, right?” I mouthed into his skin.

“Of course,” he replied.

I mapped my way across his ribcage.

“It’s nice to hear sometimes, though.”

I paused, not daring to look up because I knew he’d have that look, that damn look he got that was full of love and and patience but also disappointment and longing for everything I wasn’t giving him.

His touch gentled.

“I love you,” I whispered, knowing my voice was barely audible.

He let out a breath that he didn’t need to take in the first place. “I love you, too. So very much.”

“Good,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “So don’t go dyin’ on me.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to have ‘God’ on our side,” he pointed out. “Jack has said that he doesn’t want to interfere, but he is a Winchester after all.”

“He always brings you back to me,” I agreed, suddenly needing to throw my arms around his waist and hold him tight.

Cass hissed, and I sheepishly eased my hold away from his wound.

“Come up here,” he said, both hands gripping my biceps and guiding me where he wanted me.

“Sorry, I just needed ta be... close,” I mumbled.

“Me, too,” he assured me, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his head under my chin.

I hugged him more carefully this time. “I love you,” I repeated, almost above a whisper.

It was nice to hear sometimes.

It was nice to say sometimes.

Baby steps.

- 13 -

“Dammit, Cass, how many times do I hafta tell ya?” I growled, slamming the empty coffee pot on the shelf. “You drink the last cup, you make a new pot.”

“I thought you were finished, seeing as you already had 2 cups,” he replied all sassily, and then took a long sip of his coffee to add insult to injury.

“That ain’t the point-”

“I apologize for not asking if you needed a third cup of coffee.”

“It ain’t a real apology when you gotta use a qualifier.”

“Dean, chill out,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. He was sitting next to Cass at the table, also nursing a cup of coffee like a smug bastard. “You’re lookin’ kinda twitchy for a guy goin’ for another hit of caffeine.”

“Hey, do I ever leave you with an empty pot?” I snarled at him.

Sam held his hands up innocently.

“Exactly, so Cass needs to get his ass over here and make a new pot.”

Cass just raised an eyebrow at me, while Sam looked miffed.

“Dude, don’t talk to your boyfr-”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“It’s fine, Sam,” Cass said, still not moving to get up.

I glared at him.

“Dean is attempting to assert his dominance,” he continued.

I paused at that.

“Oh,” Sam said with a knowing nod.

“No, stop right there,” I interjected. “None of your nerd talk.”

“So you’re not trying to ‘prove your manhood’ after last night?” Cass asked with a challenging glint in his eye.

“What?” I asked, not sounding at all frazzled. “Last night?” My voice didn’t go up an octave. “Nothing happened last night,” I asserted convincingly.

“I don’t think I wanna know,” Sam said, going back to his coffee.

“’Cause there’s nothing to know,” I declared.

“Dean is bothered that I am more sexually dominant than he is,” Cass carried on like no one else had spoken.

I scoffed at that. “Yeah, no. That’s not… No, because I’m… So you see…”

Sam looked very unconvinced, and Cass was sitting there like the words coming out of his mouth weren’t absolutely insane.

“You’re deflecting from the real issue here!” I finally declared, waving the coffee pot around.

Sam snorted. “Dude, you used to brag about letting chicks tie you up and smack you around. Don’t know why you’re bein’ so cagey about your kinks now.”

“How am I being cagey?” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I do not ‘smack’ Dean ‘around’,” Cass said with a frowny squint.

I groaned, but something I didn’t realize I’d been holding onto suddenly released. “Cass, man, ya gotta learn subtlety.”

“Huh?”

“Ya kinda give the game away when you say you don’t do the one thing but don’t comment on the other…”

“Oh…” he said, his squint getting squintier. “Apologies.”

“Nah, Sammy’s right,” I admitted, sitting down at the table across from them. “I own my kinks. So, last night-”

“I do not want to know,” Sam cut me off, enunciating each word carefully and precisely.

“But don’t you want to talk about our issues?” I asked, batting my eyes at him.

“They’re not my issues,” he stated firmly.

“Exactly, so mind your damn business.”

Sam sighed loudly.

“Dean.”

I turned to my traitorous angel.

He was frowning all disapprovingly.

I thought about apologizing for being a dick.

I thought about the vulnerability of not being able to move, of not being able to see.

I thought of Cass, gentle, strong, taking care of me-

I didn’t need to be taken care of.

Yep, that was the anger talking.

“I shouldn’ta yelled at you,” I conceded, letting my eyes flit over to Cass’s.

“No,” he agreed, “you shouldn’t have.” He was waiting for more.

“…my bad…?” I offered.

“Dean,” he said in his most disapproving tone.

But then I realized he was giving me sexy eyes.

I swallowed. “I won’t do it again?”

“Dean,” he sighed, “you know I do not abide lying.”

“I’ll try my best not to do it again?” I offered.

“Better,” he agreed, head tilting slightly.

My lips felt dry, so my tongue darted out to wet them.

Cass’s eyes tracked the movement in what some might consider a predatory manner.

“I’m sorry,” I stated clearly.

His smile lit up his entire face. “Thank you, Dean,” he said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand, before passing me his coffee.

I took a grateful sip and immediately regretted it. “Jesus, Cass, is there even coffee in this cup?” I complained, tasting sugar, milk, and not a whole lot else.

His face clouded over again, though there was still that glint in his eyes. “One would think that you actually want me to get angry and punish you.”

I choked a little on the milk going down my throat. “Punish me?” I sputtered.

Cass just arched an eyebrow at me.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

Sam cleared his throat.

Shit, we shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen.

In front of Sam’s frou frou smoothie.

But I was kinda invested. “You have somethin’ in mind?” I asked, then swallowed. “A punishment, I mean.”

“I have something in mind,” was all he said.

“Fuck.”

Cass looked me up and down, shrugged, then stood up.

I watched him, my mouth kinda gaping open like a fish.

He started to leave.

Sam was staring intensely at his smoothie.

“Dean?” Cass called over his shoulder.

“Yeah, c-coming!” I stuttered, rushing to my feet and knocking over my chair in the process.

“Not today you’re not,” he informed me before disappearing out the door.

I froze in my efforts to pick up my chair. “Fuck,” I breathed out, then decided to leave the chair on the floor and my brother traumatized as I chased after Cass.

And maybe tomorrow I would take it out on him again, or maybe tomorrow would finally be the day I realized none of this masculinity-dominance-bullshit mattered.

We’d have to wait and see.

- 14 -

“Yeah, but just picture it,” I told Cass, pushing the door to the bunker open and clomping down the stairs. “It’s angel versus Angel, one’s a servant of God and all that crap, the other is a total douchebag, who will win?”

“Dean, I’m not going to have a cage match with Criss Angel,” Cass stated flatly, dashing all my dreams.

“But you could definitely take him.”

“Being a ‘douchebag’ is not a crime worthy of heavenly retribution.”

“It should be.”

“Oh, hi, guys,” Eileen said, leaning against the table and casually holding a book over what were definitely her bare breasts.

I tilted my head to the side a little, thinking the change in angle might give me a better view.

“Dean,” Cass complained.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” I complained right back at him.

Cass sighed loudly.

“So,” I said, clapping my hands together cheerfully. “Sammy here?”

“He’s around,” Eileen agreed with a nod.

“Awesome,” I said, still trying to see behind the book.

Cass smacked me in the arm.

I held my hands up innocently.

“Thought you two wouldn’t be back until tomorrow,” Eileen commented.

“Oh, yeah, the hunt was a total bust, just some kids with too much eyeliner,” I explained. “Figured we’d drive straight back and avoid the crappy motel.”

“Good thinking,” she said.

I wondered if her arms were getting tired, because that was one heavy-looking book.

“Well, we apologize for the intrusion,” Cass said, his hand going to my lower back and guiding me forward. “We are headed to the ‘Dean Cave’ for pizza and a film.”

I glanced down at the pizza box in my hands, then looked back at Eileen and her tireless arms. “Yeah, we’re gonna watch Giant, so we should be down there for 3 hours or so. In case you and Sammy wanted to continue engaging in, ya know, library banging.”

“Dean,” Cass groaned, pushing me forward a little more roughly than necessary.

“Thanks,” Eileen said, and I had to hand it to her, her composure didn’t break even once. Sammy must have been freaking out, wherever he was off hiding.

I would have looked for him, but Cass was being very insistent that we move along.

In the Dean Cave, I decided to take one of the recliners since those long drives were starting to be hell on my back. I plopped the pizza box on the arm of the chair and opened it, while Cass took the other recliner.

“Can you put in the movie?” I requested, holding out the DVD.

“Of course,” he said, giving me a once-over that said he knew my back was bothering me.

“I’m kinda sore,” I decided to admit, and immediately warmth was flooding down my spine as Cass brushed his fingers along the back of my hand, taking the DVD.

“Thanks, honey,” I said, settling more comfortably into the recliner.

“Of course.”

“Youwan sompizzuh?” I asked, a piece of pizza hanging out of my mouth as I held the box out to him.

“Yes, thank you,” he said, returning from putting the DVD in to accept a piece. “Also, that is disgusting.”

I flashed him a grin, making sure he could see all the chewed-up food in my mouth.

He shook his head at me, but he couldn’t hide his own smile.

“You’re gonna love this one,” I told him, fixing my eyes on the TV.

“I do enjoy this period of cinema,” he agreed. “Dean?”

“Mm?”

“I’ve been… thinking…”

“That explains the burning smell.”

“Dean.”

I smacked his arm, still grinning.

“I… I think that Eileen and Sam may need more privacy,” he said slowly.

“Uhhh, then they can get a room?” I suggested.

“That’s not quite what I meant.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. “The movie’s startin’.”

Cass flicked his hand and the DVD paused.

So this was a serious conversation, then.

Something churned unpleasantly in my stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he began.

“About Sam an’ Eileen gettin’ a room?” I tried to joke, forcing a grin.

“About… Dean, there’s a house in the suburbs of Lebanon,” he said. “It’s small, but there’s a large yard and a nice garage-”

“I’m sorry, a house?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, it’s very-”

“You’re gonna buy Sam and Eileen a house?” I asked, because I must be misunderstanding something.

“Not for them,” he said, shaking his head.

It hit me then. Hard. “What the hell do you need a house for?” I growled, feeling the anger rise up like an old familiar friend. “You don’t even gotta sleep or any of that shit.”

Cass started squinting at me, so I gave him my profile. “Well, I thought it would be nice to start a garden-”

“Oh, okay, a garden,” I scoffed at him. “You’re gonna run away to start a friggin’ garden.”

“Dean,” he sighed loudly. “I wish you would allow me to finish speaking before rushing to conclusions. The house would be for us.”

My anger immediately deflated into confusion. “Us?”

“Yes, you and me,” he said, picking up the pizza box from the arm of the chair and setting it on the floor. He sat in its place, resting his arm along the back of the recliner and leaning closer. “It would be nice to have our own place. The garage is spacious enough for two cars, so you would be able to tend to Baby, and as I mentioned, there is space for a garden, and there is a slightly creaky but charming swing on the porch that would be pleasant to sit on in the evenings and-”

“Slow down, man,” I stopped him, resting a hand on his knee. “Cass, c’mon, the bunker is home.”

“I know that,” he said. “But you are good at creating homes, Dean, and I think that you could create a new home in this house, because it’s just what we need, it has sunlight, Dean, sunlight, because humans need sunlight-”

I was starting to realize that Cass’s run-on sentences were a sign of how nervous he was.

“Okay, honey, but like I said, slow down,” I urged him, rubbing his knee. “This is kinda outta left field.”

“Sorry, I just… I want this,” he blurted out.

I still hadn’t quite caught up, but Cass wanted something.

Cass, who willingly sat through whatever movie I chose. Who let me listen to my music at whatever volume I wanted. Who ate whatever I put in front of him.

Who, if I told him to jump, would level me with an exasperated glare, but then begrudgingly ask, ‘how high?’

Cass, who never asked me for anything.

Who let me say that dates weren’t dates, that sex was just for fun, that we weren’t friggin’ common law married (because that one was true).

Cass wanted something.

I just wasn’t sure it was something I could give.

#isola that river in egypt #castiel x dean #fanfiction

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Come Home.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you...

Themes: fluff, soft smut

WARNING: FLUFF

a/n: just a quick dose of fluff because we all need some, ily!

Bucky checked his phone the moment he slid into the backseat of his car. Without a word said, his driver knew that he would be going home.

Bucky smiled at the text you just sent him, attached to which was a picture of you and your son cuddling on your bed with big smiles on both your faces. The text read: ‘Showered, PJs on and we’re ready for cuddles! Come home quick, we love you!’

Just the thought of returning home to his little family which he adored so much made all his fatigue fade away. He couldn’t imagine life without the two of you in it, he would die and kill for you without hesitation.

Half an hour later he was home. He made sure to have a quick word with his guards outside - as always thanking them for ensuring the safety of his family when he’s not around during the day. He walked inside and locked the door and rushed upstairs, excited to see you and his son, already taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He walked into your bedroom and he immediately melted at the sight on your bed.

Both you and your son, in matching PJs, fell asleep while waiting on him. You were sprawled carelessly on the soft mattress and your son fell asleep on top of you, holding on to your hip. Bucky let out a soft chuckle as he carefully stepped closer to you two, noticing the bedtime story books amidst the books you were currently reading, as well as the bar of chocolate on the bedside which you and your son probably shared - things your son inherited from you; the love for books and stories, and a sweet tooth.

Bucky leaned over, kissing you both carefully on the forehead. He always found it adorable how both you and your son slept similarly; lips slightly parted, snoring softly. He decided not to disturb you two any further so he slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Once he stepped out of the shower, he had to force himself to disturb your baby boy slightly because he needed to be put in his own bed so he could sleep more comfortably. But also, Bucky desperately needed some time alone with you.

He placed one knee gently on the bed, bending a little and slipping his hands under the little sleeping frame of your son so as to pick him up as gently as possible. “Come on bud, we gotta put you in your own bed.” He whispered, mainly to himself as he detached the 3-year-old toddler from your hip. “Such a momma’s boy,” Bucky muttered under his breath when he realized that your son was putting up a gentle fight even in his sleep as his father tried to get him off of your leg.

As soon as he felt the loss of contact from your body heat, your son whimpered quietly in his father’s arms, still asleep as he made an attempt to reach out for you again with his little arms. Bucky smiled. “I know, I know.” He shushed your son as best he could, rocking him gently and praying to God he doesn’t wake up.

“I’m just as obsessed with your mom as you are. I hate being away from her too.” He whispered to your son as he slowly walked out of your bedroom and crossed the hallway to get to the little man’s room. “But hey, you hang out with her all day. Now it’s my turn.” He whispered, placing your son down on the smaller, equally as comfy bed.

He positioned the pillows just how he liked it and tucked your baby in bed, kissing his forehead. “Good night little man, daddy loves you.” He turned the soft night light on before leaving the room, closing the door just halfway.

Bucky was almost giddy as he slid into bed behind you. He pulled the covers over both of you before pulling you closer and spooning you from behind. You stirred gently, recognizing his touch instantly as his bare chest pressed against your back. He wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you into him even more and kissed along your exposed neck.

You woke up giggling as he nibbled on your skin. You kept your eyes closed and just relished his touch. “Hi handsome.” You whispered. Bucky responded with a soft moan, kissing and licking along your throat. You immediately reached out to feel the spot beside you, where you remember your son had fallen asleep earlier. “Where’s-,”

Bucky replied before you even finished your sentence. “Already put him to bed. I found him holding on to your leg like a little koala bear when I came in.”

You let out a chuckle. “God, I love him. I love him so much it hurts.”

Bucky hummed, agreeing before he bit down on your shoulder. “Spare some love for me. I helped make him.” He spoke of his son fondly as always, yet you noticed the ever-present, playful jealousy in his tone.

You giggled, “Oh of course. You’re part of the reason why he’s here. Thank you for that.” You turned in his arms to face your husband. You reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “Thank you.” You whispered again.

Bucky smiled, which quickly morphed into a smirk. “I can think of so many ways in which you can thank me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours before you could say anything. He felt you smile into the kiss as he deepened it, slipping his tongue into your mouth; licking and earning soft moans out of you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your warm body as he gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss yet. He hissed in pleasure when you playfully bit his lip, filling his mind with filth. He pulled away gently, looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes. “I’ve missed you all day.”

You noticed the way he discreetly rolled his hips against you, rubbing his erection against your clothed core. Even through the layers of clothing you could feel his hunger; thick, large, hard. You were certain that by now your stare must be just as filled with lust and love as his was.

“Show me how much.” You whispered, lips already parted as you awaited his kiss.

Unable to resist, he leaned down for a brief, deep kiss before pulling away to stare at you again. “Where do you want me, baby?” His voice was deeper, words dripping with desire as his body heat wrapped around you. He was needy, rubbing his erection more and more in between your legs as if pleading you to let him pleasure you.

You groaned, loving his gentle teasing. “I don’t mind, I just want you.”

He chuckled, your words stroking his ego. “I love you.” He mumbled, lowering his mouth to yours again; kissing your lips before moving slowly down your body, his lips kissing down your body as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your top. He stopped and stared at your chest shamelessly once your top was off. He straddled you and reached up to cup both your breasts in his large hands and fondled with them before looking up at you. “Did they get bigger? I feel like they did.”

That earned a loud chuckle out of you. “Perv.” You mumbled while sliding your fingers into his thick, soft hair which he had also passed on to your son.

Bucky smirked before leaning in to kiss down the valley of your cleavage, still toying with your breasts while occasionally rolling and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back off the bed. He pulled away after a while, and kept kissing down your body until he knelt in between your legs.

He gently lowered your shorts down your legs; getting rid of them and kissed your inner thighs once you were completely naked under him. No matter how many times he had seen you naked, your body, your warmth - it always excited him just the same as the first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you giggle and moan quietly under your breath.

You opened your eyes to look down at him with nothing but love, and desire in your stare. There was a time in your life when you questioned whether or not one day someone would be capable of loving you with all their heart, despite your flaws and imperfections. You wondered if you’d ever be one of the lucky ones whose partners looked at them with pure love, devotion and affection. That question was answered now because Bucky always looked at you like you hung the moon itself.

It didn’t have to be said, he knew what you were thinking. He always knew. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs, settling in between them like he belonged there and inched his face closer to your already dripping core.

You could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin as he brought his mouth closer to your wet lips. He held your stare as he peppered kisses around your glistening core. You moaned quietly when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. You felt your heart flutter as a familiar warmth washed over you.

Your hand immediately flew to his slightly damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning another moan out of you.

He didn’t hold back, he ate you out eagerly; satiating both your hunger. Bucky looked up at you again at the same time as you looked down, and you saw the pure hunger in his eyes. And he saw the need in yours. So he gave you his all. He had you squirming, moaning - a complete mess under him in no time.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you felt his tongue fucking you gently. He locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of you; your taste, your warmth, the way you moaned, the fact that he knew no one else would ever make you feel this way ever again. It drove him wild.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone; gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him; making you gasp and moan. The wet sounds erupting whenever his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit were downright filthy and it only made you want more of him.

You felt him kissing his way up your body; leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his deep blue eyes.

His stare was feral, he was hungry. “I need you.” He was in a bit of a daze as he thought of the last time he had you - yesterday morning - and that felt like ages ago.

You reached up and touched his cheek gently. “I’m all yours, Buck.” You reminded him.

That was enough. You were his, and he loved you more and more each day. And he showed you just that. He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin; from your mouth to your neck as he lowered his sweatpants and carefully slid into you. Your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely, inch by inch. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him and reminding him that he was yours. He would always belong to you because no one else would ever make him feel this way.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just as you felt his thick cock filling you up; snug inside you. He felt familiar, yet just as intoxicating each time. He laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. You frowned in pleasure and threw your head back as he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

The air around you got warmer again, his movements were gentle, and passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d mumble his name under your breath.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more under him. “Look at me,” he growled quietly under his breath.

You immediately opened your eyes and stared into his. His stare was intense, but loving as always. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you like you were as important as the air he breathed. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.

He moaned at how tight you felt around his throbbing cock, and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for me, baby...” He whispered, voice strained and gravelly; which sent chills down your body.

His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar, sweet pain in between your legs; making you gasp for air and your walls clench violently around him. “Come with me…” You moaned, wantonly.

His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you; his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly.

With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone; gushing out all around him. You came around his cock with a loud moan; grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you.

You were both gasping for air; hearts racing and holding onto each other as you came down from your high together. Bucky was careful not to crush you under him and moved to lay beside you for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled you into him again, spooning you from behind like he had earlier.

You pulled the covers back up on top of your warm bodies and you closed your eyes, basking in his warmth.

He leaned over to kiss your cheek again and playfully nipped at your earlobe, you pulled away giggling again.

“I love you, baby.” He murmured into your ear. He would never get tired of saying it because he meant it, with all his heart and he knew that you knew.

“I love you more.” You sighed, thankful for him. “Now,” you spoke as you turned around in his arms, facing him yet again, “Tell me about your day…”

#mob!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff

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