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Just Don't Say You Love Me

Summary: Dean believes you have a good thing going. When you tell him your moving on, he realizes he needs to reassess the relationship and his life before it’s too late.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, miscommunication, unrequited love, friends with benefits, implied smut, Dean doesn’t get a happy ending.

W/C: 4,776.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jody Mills, Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: Just Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Alpin.

A/N: I tried to fix the angst, but it’s not happening, so the unhappy ending will remain (for now). Special shoutout to @kazsrm67 and @pink-sparkly-witch for helping and offering words/comments of encouragement.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own.

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

You knock on Jody’s door, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, some residual adrenaline still playing havoc with your nerves. It’s been a long and insightful day.

Dean opens the door with a smile, but it quickly morphs into an appreciative grin as his eyes travel the length of your body. “Wow,” he says, “who knew all that was hiding under that uniform.”

You laugh, stepping through the door, not in the least bit phased by his comment. It's not the first time you’ve been told that. “Yeah, that uniform is like an invisibility cloak. I put it on, and no man sees me. Guess you're no exception,” you explain, turning to look at him again.

“Well, I see you now,” he says, quickly lifting his focus from your ass to your face. “Um, they’re through there,” he gestures for you to go ahead of him.

“There she is,” Jody says, embracing you with one arm while she places the huge bowl of salad on the table. “How’re you doing?”

“Guess I’m still a little shell-shocked, but I’m okay.”

“Well, we’re all here to help you…adjust,” Sam offers with a kind smile.

Discovering monsters are, in fact, very real and not just a Halloween marketing ploy is definitely going to be an adjustment. But what choice do you have? These people have given you an in. They’ve let you into their secret club, and honestly, you feel privileged that they trust you and think you are capable enough to help.

If you weren’t capable, neither Jody nor Dean would be here right now, a fact Sam keeps thanking you for over dinner.

“Thank you for being so cool about this,” he says again, lifting his beer bottle to clink it against yours.

“I’ll freak out later,” you joke, though you probably will.

“Seriously, you rushed in there, no hesitation, and you held your own,” Jody adds to Sam’s praise. “You certainly proved I picked the right woman for my team.”

“And I can’t thank you enough for that,” you say, genuinely grateful for the opportunity to work with her.

You’ve had some awful bosses and equally shitty jobs over the years, so it's nice to have found Sheriff Mills. Okay, so you’ll be fighting real-life monsters occasionally, but what’s a little compromise?

They answer all your questions, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little overwhelming. Dean keeps flashing a tight smile in your direction, and you’re not sure if it's meant to be reassuring or if he’s biting his tongue and trying not to be rude. Regardless of his intention, Jody and the boys’ promises to help you come to grips with it all make it seem manageable.

“Am I going to get to hear the story of how you met those two?” you ask Jody in the kitchen later.

“Definitely, but not tonight,” she explains, handing you a clean, soapy plate to rinse and dry.

Dean and Sam laugh in the other room, and Jody smiles wistfully. It’s so sweet and motherly it chokes you up a little.

“The years have not been kind to those boys,” she says, focusing back on the dishes. “They keep their circle small, and I’m grateful that they let me be a part of it, and now you get to join it, too.”

“It’s a damn good-looking circle,” you confess.

Jody chuckles, “Ah, so you noticed Dean as much as he noticed you.”

“Don’t go all matchmaker on me again,” you warn, “do I need to remind you of the disaster that was Paul?”

“No, you do not. I’m just making an observation. The circle is indeed good-looking, and Dean has been doing a lot of observing of his own.”

“Yeah, not sure that’s for the reasons you’re implying,” you say, “Dean doesn’t seem like he wants me to be helping out.”

Dean’s voice startles you, “You saved our asses.” You jump, twisting to look at him, “that’s enough.”

“But if I can do more…”

“The life of a hunter isn’t a life I'd recommend,” he explains, reaching for a beer from the fridge, “ it’s messy and painful and usually ends badly.”

“That’s life in general,” you counter, “and if something is happening and I don’t do anything to help, I’m part of the problem.”

“That’s fine,” he says, throwing his bottle top into the trash. “You’re a bigger part of the problem if you get into a situation you can’t get out of.”

“Dean,” Jody scolds, “take it easy. You said it yourself, she saved our asses today. She’s proven she’s capable.”

“All I’m saying is I’ll help where and if I can,” you explain. “I’m not going to go all Buffy the Vampire Slayer and start patrolling graveyards.”

It’s faint, but a slight quirk tugs his lips, breaking the building tension.

“Besides, I’m sure our uniform makes us invisible to monsters as well as men.”

He laughs properly at that, “Not invisible to me anymore,” his tongue sits behind his teeth, and you're suddenly jealous when he wraps his lips around the bottle.

“Good to know,” you say.

You hold each other’s gaze, perhaps a challenge to see who will shy away first.

“Cool it, you two,” Jody warns, flicking water off the tips of her fingers at you both.

“Sorry, boss,” you laugh. “And on that note, I’m gonna get going.”

“Need a ride?” Dean asks, a smug smirk in play.

“I would love one,” you wink, but follow up with, “but it’s a nice night. Think I’m gonna walk, work off some of that wine.”

“Why don’t you walk her home?” Jody suggests.

Dean nods, “lead the way.”

When you’d balked, telling Dean you didn’t need an escort, he’d countered, saying he needed the fresh air, but you think it’s more to check up on you and maybe flirt a little more without an audience if your instincts are correct. It’s been nothing but small talk since leaving Jody’s until you're standing on your porch facing one another.

“So how are you really taking all this?” he asks.

“I had a little freak out before I got to Jody’s,” you answer honestly, “but truthfully, it makes me feel a little better about the world.”

He huffs a laugh, and his confused frown is adorable. “Okay, that’s a first.”

“There’s so much evil in the world. It’s scary enough without knowing what I know now,” you explain, adding, “Maybe some of the unexplainable evil that’s all over the news is explainable. Maybe it’s not humans being horrible. Maybe it’s actually something evil.”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that.”

“I’m not saying I’ll remember that the next time a vamp is kicking my ass,” you laugh.

“Hey,” he scolds, “you agreed, no hunting.”

You hold your hands up, surrendering. “I won’t go looking for it, but if it comes to Sioux Falls, I’m all over it,” you promise, but your body has other ideas as an overall ache spreads through you as the day's events catch up with you. “Well, maybe in a few days when I’ve recovered from the last one.” Subconsciously, your tongue rolls over the cut on your bottom lip.

“That hurt?” he asks.

“I’ve had worse.” You shrug. The way he’s looking at you dulls the sting of the cut, and the tired ache in your bones shifts and reshapes into a simmering itch that needs scratching.

“You gonna be okay?” he asks, pointing over your shoulder toward your door. The implication of you being alone goes unsaid.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, trying not to roll your eyes. “But maybe you want to come in? Have a coffee or something, distract me a little longer so I don’t freak out too much?”

He smiles, wetting his lips. He knows that’s not what you're asking, and you wonder how often the offer of ‘coffee or something’ has been used successfully on him. He looks down at his shuffling feet, heaving a sigh. “I should get back.”

The hesitation is clear, yet he doesn’t move. A surge of adrenaline spreads through you, and your heart rate increases. When he looks up, catching your eyes, the intensity of the long, loaded pause is enough to make you wonder, if monsters exist, then maybe that electricity everyone talks about is real, too, because it feels like if you touch your hand to Dean’s face, sparks will fly.

“Thanks again for the save today,” he whispers.

“Anytime,” you smile.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you're as one, mouths connected, exploring the other’s, hands groping and gripping, and your lip stings for a split second, but then Dean has you pinned against your door, and you forget about it.

He pulls away and kisses your neck, “Maybe,” he says, scraping his teeth against your jaw, “we should take this inside.”

Your arrangement with Dean works. No pressure, no expectations. Summer comes, and winter fades, but your relationship remains mutually beneficial.

He rolls through Sioux Falls, that charming smile - that you’re not sure he knows quite how charming it is - “passing through,” but he stays a few days. He always claims it’s to catch up with Jody and the girls, but he spends most of his time at your place, and it’s too coincidental that you’re never on shift or scheduled for a few days when Baby pulls up outside.

Jody insists she has nothing to do with it. Yes, she's the sheriff, yes, she’s your boss, and makes the rotas, but “The only thing I swing is that I get to work with you,” she’d promised, winking. And you love her for that. Some of the men are still stuck in the past, and though they don’t say it, you can tell they don’t think women can do the job.

If only they knew. You’ve helped on a few hunts now. There’s no doubt in your mind that your relationship with Dean wouldn’t be what it is if you didn’t know about the real evils of the world. But each hunt ended the same: a dead monster and your body beneath Dean’s.

You're in your room lacing up your little white summer pumps when the Impala’s engine announces his arrival.

You jump to your feet, quickly check yourself in your mirror, smoothing down the already smooth summer dress, and call out, “It’s open,” when his knock echoes around the house.

“Wow, look at you,” he says, freezing partway over the threshold to admire you as you bounce down the stairs.

You deliver your usual greeting, a swift kiss to his lips, and the unmistakable aroma of leather and cheap motel soap assaults your senses - damn, you’ve missed him - but you won’t say it. Instead, you show it, making the kiss deeper.

He shuffles inside, uses your hips to steady himself as he kicks the door closed, and then wraps his arms around your waist to hold you tightly against him.

Your phone rings, and you fumble to find it on the table by the door, but as soon as you do, Dean releases you, kissing your neck and collarbone.

“Hey, hi,” you answer.

“Hey babe,” your best friend sings, and you know it's because she needs something. “Can you grab some ice on your way over?”

“Yeah, sure, okay.”

“You okay?”

No. Yes.

Dean is kneading your breasts, nibbling on the skin that spills out the top of your sundress. “Yeah, just rushing, I’m running late.”

“So late,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Well, hurry more,” she says before hanging up.

“Oh fuck, Dean, you gotta stop,” you whine.

He groans, dulling the sting of his bite with a sweet kiss, and pulls back to look at you. “This a bad time, isn’t it?”

You nod, feeling as disappointed as he looks. “It’s my friend's birthday. She’s having a barbeque.”

He sighs, leaning his head on your shoulder and mumbling into your neck. “Damn it.”

“I have to at least show my face,” you say, using your hands on his cheeks to pull his head up to look into his eyes. “But you can stay here, take a shower, watch a movie or something, and maybe in a couple of hours, I get a headache and need to come home.”

Wetting his lips, he smirks before delivering a brief kiss. “Or,” he draws out the syllable, mild hesitation clear in his eyes, “Maybe I can come with you?”

Since Chuck is no longer an issue, Dean has been making an effort to live in the moment, opening himself up, if only a little. So you try to quell the shock of his suggestion. It quickly evolves to a pleased grin when your mind flashes to your friends' faces when you walk in with the infamous Dean. They will lose their shit. You like spending time with Dean but don’t want to cross any lines or make assumptions. “I’d like that,” you smile, “but you really don’t have to.”

“I’m sure I can survive a couple hours with your friends, and you know I can always eat.”

“Okay,” you nod, smile widening. “If you’re sure.”

He kisses you again, a simple but effective peck on your lips. “But maybe we both get a headache in a couple of hours.”

“Deal,” you agree, sealing it with another casual kiss. “Maybe lose a few layers. It’s summer.”

He laughs, shrugging off his jacket. “I’m sure I have a clean Fed shirt in the trunk.”

“Perfect,” you say, grabbing your bag and keys. “Want me to drive?”

He rolls his eyes, jesting, “Did that kiss fry your brain?” as he follows you out the front door.

He opens the passenger door for you, and before you slip inside, you tell him, “Oh, and whatever my friends say I’ve said about you, it’s all lies.”

He grins smugly, “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

The shower has done wonders for your developing hangover. Your friend's barbecue lasted longer than you had anticipated, but the day couldn’t have gone better.

Dean fit in well with everyone and crushed it at beer pong. It was a success all around, and when you’d quietly asked if he wanted to leave, he’d said no, that he was having too much fun.

The fun continued when you got home, and Dean is undoubtedly still feeling the effects as well. It’s almost midday, and he’s still sound asleep in your bed when you enter your bedroom in clean sweats and your bra while you towel dry your hair.

Dean is lying on his stomach, with his face smushed adorably against the pillow he’s hugging, taking advantage of all the space now that you’ve vacated.

You crawl across the bed, leaning over him, and he still doesn’t stir. You put your lips close to his ear and half whisper, “Morning.”

His brow instantly creases, and he squeezes his eyes tighter, groaning, “No, no, you have to go away.”

“You gotta get up. It’s almost midday.”

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles, eyes still squeezed shut. “You have to take your horrible talking, talky mouth away from me.”

“Okay, you asked for it.” You laugh, sitting back and wringing your hair out so the excess water drips on his naked back.

“Ah,” he groans, arching up off the mattress.

You jump off the bed, laughing as you walk to the mirror to start doing your hair. Turning over, he rubs a hand over his face and then both through his hair, causing it to stick up adorably. He catches you staring in the mirror, and you quickly avert your eyes.

“Damn, your friends can drink,” he says, sitting up against the headboard.

You laugh, that’s an understatement. “They definitely know how to have fun.”

“They seem like a good bunch.”

“They liked you too,” you smile at his reflection, and he grins back. “Laura told me to invite you to her and Chris’ wedding.”

His expression shifts, staring off into the distance for a singular moment as if he’s imagining how that would play out. But as quickly as it appears, it drops when he scrubs a hand down his face to put the mask back on. “That’s cool, but I can’t make that kind of commitment.” He swings his legs off the bed, putting his back to you. “I don’t know where I’ll be.”

You hadn’t expected a solid answer, but the double meaning behind his words settles thick disappointment in your stomach. You’ve never asked for any commitment nor discussed the arrangement between you, but hearing him say it aloud singes the hope you always try to contain.

Dean quickly gets to his feet, swaying at the abruptness. “I’m gonna grab a shower.” He mumbles, avoiding eye contact as he heads to the bathroom.

It’s been less than ten minutes, and you’re sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through your phone, when he finds the courage to face you again. He’s talking to Sam on his phone, obnoxiously loud, as he descends the stairs, trying to make a point of his hasty need to depart.

He appears in the kitchen doorway, jacket in hand, hair dripping onto the shoulders of his henley. You guess you should be grateful he wasn’t cowardly enough to have just shouted goodbye from the door.

“Listen, I’m sorry about before.” He moves closer to the table, eyeing you as he raps his knuckles on the polished wood. “It’s just that, even with Chuck out of the picture, I’m not sure how things are going to play out. I can’t make any, uh, long-term commitments. Sam and-“

“I get it, Dean.” The last thing you want is any tension between you, so you nip the growing uncomfortableness. “We don’t need to have any awkward conversations.”

He bobs his head, hope swimming in his eyes. “So, we’re good?”

You take your mug to the sink, and once your back is to him, you say, “Yeah, we’re good.”

“You sure?” You didn’t hear him move, but the air shifts behind you, bringing his warmth along with it.

Plastering on a smile, you turn to face him and nod. “Take care of yourself.”

The corner of his mouth curls upward, and he kisses your forehead before heading to the door, “Talk to you soon,” he calls before the door clicks shut.

Fools rush in. Dean is no fool. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel like being one sometimes. Usually, it’s when he’s on the road, heading home from a hunt or supply run, he daydreams about how things could be with you.

The daydream isn’t much different from how things already are. The sex would just be coupled with more official dates – dinner, movies, watching him, which for some reason turns you on, ‘do his thing’ as you call it when he’s hustling suckers at pool. Hell, even grocery shopping. He’d sneak unhealthy snacks into the cart because you promised Sam you’d take care of him, and you would. Dean knows you’d be good to him, that you are good for him. But he’s lived that life. He doesn’t need a wake-up call to know how it ends.

It’s a nice daydream. It gives him a much-needed boost of serotonin when he’s in short supply. But like the gas that fuels Baby, the thought has vaporized by the time he shuts off the engine.

Chuck isn’t calling the shots anymore, but that doesn’t mean the big bads aren’t still gunning for the Winchester's demise. Sam has it all figured out with Eileen, and Dean wishes he could be as sure about what he wants life to look like now. But he can’t be sure of anything, at least not yet. He’s still working on adjusting to a life not consumed by hunting. Trying to come to terms with the fact that there isn’t something lurking around every corner, that the choices he makes – good and bad – are truly his and not fueled by some life-ending curveball Chuck tosses at them.

The doubts bore deeper, and as always, when he’s drowning in his own head, he thinks of you.

He remembers how you busted down the door with borrowed equipment from Sioux Falls. You’d looked frantic but still in control. Your mere presence had calmed him, and not because you were there to rescue him. You didn’t waste a breath with a witty comment like he would have. You let off two shots, dropped the ghoul about to take a chunk out of him, and then untied him.

You’d been cool and calm, checked him for injuries, but didn’t believe he was truly okay till he kissed you breathless. That adrenaline-filled, kiss-swollen lips, slightly frantic edge to your eyes, is the picture he conjures whenever he thinks of you.

It’s been a while since he’s seen you. You’ve exchanged a few calls, but now that his mind is stuck on that picture of you, he has to see you.

He shoots Sam a text, telling him he’ll be in Sioux Falls if Sam needs anything, and then pulls an illegal u-turn to put himself in your direction.

Dean’s not phased that you aren’t home when he shows up. It’s not like he called ahead. He never does. But now that he’s here, he doesn’t want to waste time tracking you down, so he calls.

“Hey,” you greet brightly.

The smile in your voice brings out his. “Hey, yourself. I’m at your door.”

“Shit, sorry, I’m not there.”

He chuckles, “Are you around, or does my timing suck again?”

“No, no, it’s kinda perfect, actually,” you say. “I was gonna call you later anyway. But I need a half hour or so.”

“I can wait.”

“Greasy Sal’s?” you offer.

He smiles, already salivating at the thought of a Greasy Sal’s cheeseburger. “Throw in some curly fries,” he requests.

“Okay, got it,” You laugh.

Dean sits on the Impala’s hood while he waits, head tilted toward the sun, eyes closed while he catches the day’s last rays. The sound of your car’s engine isn’t as distinct as Baby’s, but he knows it well enough that as soon as he hears it, he opens his eyes and watches you turn onto the street. It’s not until that moment that he realizes how eager he is to see you. Maybe Greasy Sal’s can wait; he has another hunger he needs to sate.

He waits till you shut off the engine to open your door, “such a gentleman,” you quip, taking his offered hand to step onto the sidewalk. “Or are you clambering for food?”

“Not what I’m hungry for,” he says, guiding you against your car. He presses himself against you, feeling the coolness of the air conditioning on your clothes. He circles the tip of your nose with his own, whispering, “Hey,” against your lips before claiming them as his own.

Frustratingly, you push a hand into his chest after the first brush of his tongue, and he pulls back to look at you. You're looking up at him from under hooded eyes, and he feels like his heart skips a beat, or maybe he’s just a little out of breath. But he knows that with you gazing up at him like he’s a beautiful sunset, he really has missed you.

“Maybe we should take this inside.”

“Absolutely,” he says, slightly impatient that he can’t get you naked then and there.

He walks to the trunk to get your shopping bags and follows you up the path. He has a bag packed with his essentials but never brings it inside until the next morning. Something about bringing it in before you’ve had sex seems presumptuous, which is crazy because, as per the arrangement, that’s exactly what he’s here for.

“It’s good to see you,” you say, entering your kitchen with him close on your tail.

“Yeah, you too.” He genuinely means it. It’s like things fall into place when he’s around you.

“How’s Sam?”

“He’s good,” Dean explains, placing the grocery bags on the countertop. “He’s taken Eileen away for a couple days.”

“Good for them.”

You unpack the groceries and take a beer from the fridge; as always, it's his favorite brand. Though he never warns you of his pending arrival there is always a supply cooling in the refrigerator and his favorite snacks in the cupboards.

He takes the open bottle from you, leaning in to deliver another kiss, but you turn to grab more groceries, and he realizes it's a not-so-stealthy way to give him your cheek.

It seems to be the day of revelations because he’s super aware of how easily you flow around each other in the small kitchen. Dean plates up the burgers, grabbing another beer for you from the fridge, and he’s surprised to see that it’s the only one left. That, coupled with the kiss avoidance, gives him pause. Something’s wrong.

You sit at the table and take a large gulp of the beer. “You okay?” he asks once you’ve swallowed the beer and the nervousness you're exuding. “You seem a little…off.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, then inhale deeply before adding, “Actually, no, I’m not. We need to talk. And I hate how cliche that sounds, but I don’t know how else to bring it up, and I don’t want to get all emotional on you, but I need to tell you something.”

He feels the panic fizz in his gut. You can’t be pregnant. He's seen you take birth control, and he uses protection every time. So it can only be one thing …you're about to ruin everything.

You're going to utter those three words, and it's going to be the death blow to all the good stuff between you.

He takes a swig of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Please don’t,” he begs, looking you dead square in the eyes. “What we’ve got going on is good, we’re good…”

“Dean, I …” you try, but he holds a hand up to cut you off.

“Don’t say it.” he pushes his chair back and rubs his hands on his thighs, palms suddenly sweaty. “I like what we have. It works, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to it or that I don’t miss you. But I just got back a little peace of mind and…” he pauses, clearly searching for the right word, “caring about someone…” he shakes his head, reaching to wrap his hand around his beer bottle. “...Loving me, even with Chuck gone, it doesn’t make it any less of a death sentence. So please don’t say it.”

You reach across the table for his hand, clenched around his beer, but he’s quick to pull back. “Dean,” you choke out, the remorse you feel slipping from your eyes in a single tear. “I’ve met someone.”

He stares at you, mouth agape, not sure that he heard you correctly.

“It’s still new,” you continue, rushing to explain as your tears spill. “But it’s going somewhere. Somewhere great, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

Of course, you haven’t been sitting at home waiting for his sporadic visits. You’ve been out living your life as you should be. The possibility of meeting someone else, someone you could say those three words to, and it be a life sentence and not a death sentence, had occurred to him more than once. It poked at him like a swarming gnat, knowing you deserved to find someone better than him, but selfishly, he swatted at it until it went away.

He’s holding his breath and will get light-headed soon if he doesn’t find the ability to breathe again.

“Dean,” you coax, “say something.”

He feels as if you’d blindsided him, come out of the left field, and taken his legs out from under him. Now he’s on his back, the wind knocked out of him, and waiting for the feeling in his limbs to return.

Abruptly he stands. He sees the panic in your eyes and knows what’s coming. As you plead, “Don’t leave,” he says, “I gotta go.”

He strides quickly toward the door. You call his name as he goes, but he doesn’t stop.

He rushes out your front door, leaves it open, and as he reaches Baby, he has a singular moment of wondering what will hurt the least - holding on or letting go.

“Dean, please,” you call from the door.

He slides behind the wheel, deciding to let go.

Part 2 - The Right Guy On Paper.

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Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze.

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized

Oh yeah, and your pining.

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again.

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle.

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering.

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way.

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even.

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked.

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said.

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered.

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music.

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make.

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either.

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public.

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

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misunderstandings

part five of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

these gays are dumb, glimpses of the past, idiots in love, they’re actually just so stupid, christmas, probably too much dialogue

a/n- ik it’s not christmas anymore but there’s only one more part!! also my christmas was dookie so i’m letting myself take ages on this <3

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

wc: 3.6k

“I heard there’s an update on the Natasha situation,” Sam smiled, his grin was mischievous and you almost wish you weren’t so attuned to his compulsion to stick his nose into business that’s not his.

“Where’d you hear that?” you answered, directing a pointed look in Wanda’s direction whilst she worked on a coffee order.

“Don’t look at me,” she defended, raising her hands in surrender.

“I’m an intuitive guy,” Sam smirked in return. “I don’t need anyone to tell me, the weird look all over your face is all I need.”

“You need to be this invested in your own life,” you groaned. “Where’s James these days, huh?”

“I’m not falling for that trap,” Sam laughed. “What happened? What’re your feelings? Please tell me,” the man practically begged.

“Fine,” you conceded with a sigh, leaning against the counter whilst there was no line of customers needing your attention. “We bumped into her at the fair last night, that’s all.”

Your dismissive shrug on the topic was not enough to appease him, however, and the faux scowl he addressed you with was enough to let you know that he was aware of your downplaying of the situation.

“Alright, fine,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “We talked a little and I’m still confused,” you surmised.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Did she apologise? Are there…butterflies? Give me something,” Sam pleaded. “I need to know whether to give her cookies laced with laxatives or not.”

You laughed at his seriousness - it may have happened a couple of times during high school but you all took an oath of secrecy.

“She didn’t apologise,” you frowned, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible lest you allow your apprehension on the topic to swallow you whole. “She seems different though. I want her, so badly, to be different. But maybe I’m stupid to hope for something - maybe we really just aren’t a good match.”

Sam’s eyes were soft and comforting, his lips parted to speak before another voice piped up opposite you. Kamala had arrived for her daily hot chocolate - extra whipped cream and marshmallows, of course. She takes the promise of free drinks for friends very liberally.

“As someone who’s been trying their hardest to be neutral,” she started. “You did look cute together last night - and the way she looks at you - God, it’s like a real-life rom-com. Kind of gross, actually,” she rambled on. “By the way, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

“You weren’t?” You smirked, eyebrow twitching in question.

“No,” Kamala quickly replied with a shake of her head. “It was just, uh, intuition.”

“Wow, you might have a superpower there, Mala,” you scoffed laughingly.

“Really though, it definitely seemed like there was something there - on both sides.”

“I dunno,” you sighed with an exasperated shake of your head, cheeks flooding with heat at the three pairs of eyes witnessing your bashful feelings towards a certain redhead. Whether you hide it or not, all of your closest friends have developed a certain sense of reading between the lines painfully well. After all of these years, you suppose it’s merely a trait of a strongly entwined bond. It doesn’t make it any less annoying, though.

“At the risk of forcing you into a ‘mushy and embarrassing’ state, as you call it,” Wanda voiced from beside you. “What are you feeling about her now? You were pretty good at avoiding my questions last night,” she smiled with a poke of her finger into your side.

It was a tricky feat for you to let yourself be raw and vulnerable, it never is a comfortable thing. But, with a problem you were struggling to make sense of on your own paired with the sickeningly sweet and supportive smiles directed your way, it was harder to keep it all in than let it out.

“It - it kinda feels like before. Like, no time has passed, y’know?”

“In a good way?” Kamala asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I dunno, it’s like, somehow, all of those things I felt towards her all those years ago had never actually left. Like they were just sitting there in my stomach waiting for the right time to come back out.”

“It kinda sounds like you know what you wanna do then,” Sam smiled.

“I think I might,” you nodded. You tried to smile but the nerves that made their way throughout your body made it difficult and, as though it was written all over your face, your friends seemed to know just what to do to bring that smile out. You were pulled into Wanda’s familiar hug with Sam closing his arms around you from the other side and with some difficulty you were manoeuvred into Kamala’s reach. It was hard not to laugh at the glimpse you caught of her, leaning across the counter, practically kneeling on a plate of cookies nearby as she stretched out to join the embrace.

Whatever happens next, they’ll be there for you.

—

Meanwhile, Yelena sat cross-legged on Natasha’s childhood bed whilst her sister lay on her back with her eyes directed at the ceiling. She could still see the mark left behind from the glow-in-the-dark stickers you’d struggled to plaster up there, ones that had slowly begun to fall down. She’d never had the heart to throw them away and the used and tattered celestials still sat in the drawer of her desk.

“This is exhausting, Natasha,” the blonde groaned. Having been witness to it all from the beginning, watching it all play out as it has has been nothing short of tedious for her. She’s never been patient and this was no different. In her trademark Yelena fashion, she resents the long and drawn-out trail of feelings being muddled up and left behind, she would rather you both get on with it.

“You don’t think I know that?” her sister sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Yelena mocked in a less-than-perfect impression of Natasha’s voice. “What’s so difficult, huh? You’ve always had the hots for her, she’s always ogled you, it’s simple.”

“It’s a little more nuanced than that,” she mumbled. “So much time has passed and I made a stupid mistake. I left her behind, Lena. I just left and didn’t come back - she deserves better than somebody who’d just do that.”

“You were stupid,” Yelena agreed. She didn’t let her role as Natasha’s sister blur the lines between right and wrong, when it came to what she did she didn’t shy away from berating her.

She remembered the evening it happened, the redhead coming home in tears that were a rare sight to see. She held a book in her hand that was soon shoved to the back of her wardrobe to never see the light again; she comforted her sister as best as she could but by the time she’d unmuddled the series of events Natasha was already gone. She’d made plenty of phone calls telling her sister to come and make it right but the fear had sunk its claws in and nothing she said swayed it in her favour.

“I know I was - I know. But, when I saw her that night with Pietro it just looked so real. I think I was looking for a reason to chicken out of telling her, y’know?”

“And letting yourself believe she was already dating someone was easier than her rejecting you,” Yelena nodded. She understood her sister’s reasonings no matter how illogical they truly are.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sigh. “I mean, she’s so perfect, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been lucky enough to date her. I saw it, so why wouldn’t somebody else?”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to listen but you know I can’t help myself,” Melina suddenly announced from the doorway. Of course, she’d decided to come upstairs just as a ‘confidential’ conversation was occurring. “You never told me all this.”

“That’s because you’re a gossip,” Natasha groaned, sitting up against her headboard whilst her mother took a seat on the bed too.

“I just like knowing things,” she shrugged. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at the clear excitement on Melina’s face. “So, it was Christmas Eve, the first one after starting college. At that point, it was like we were still in high school, we were all in contact and we were all meeting up on the weekends - nothing had changed.”

“Mhm, I remember,” Melina nodded. “I was scared you were all gonna drift apart, well, until you were the one that separated from them.”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighed with a frown. “So, we were all here and I’d had a lot of time to think. I mean, I was at a different college - she was at the same one as the Maximoff’s - and, it was a lot of time without her. It gave me a lot of time to think about her, it was so different not having her at my side all the time, y’know? So it made me realise that I just had to suck it up and be honest with us both about how I feel about her.”

“I think you two were the only ones not to know,” Melina muttered beneath her breath, earning an agreeing laugh from Yelena.

“Anyway,” she scowled. “I guess it was something I was always trying to avoid. I didn’t want it to ruin the friendship we had but it got so hard to ignore. All of my assignments - the stories I’d write - they all ended up being about her. It was like all of the feelings I tried so hard to ignore were just forcing their way out like they were too big to keep down.”

She took a breath and cleared her throat, blushed at the mere thought of you and let the comfort of her mother’s hand on her arm urge her to carry on.

“I wrote her this story - it seems so silly now,” she scoffed. “It was so cheesy - the kind of thing we’d make fun of - but I couldn’t help myself. I illustrated it and wrapped a red bow around it - it was hideous but I knew it’d make her smile. And, on Christmas Eve, I made my way to where I knew she’d be.

“God, just remembering it is so ridiculous. I don’t know why I let myself get in my head,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “She was there, sitting in the quiet part of the town square, but she was only there with Pietro. Looking back, I know that Wanda must’ve been on her way but in that moment nothing was logical.

“I stood there, just looking at her for a second. I watched her laugh and I remember being amazed that my heart truly did feel like it skipped a beat - I always thought that was just some cliche until her. And as I stood there just watching, I saw Pietro point to this piece of mistletoe hanging above them. I thought it was funny at first and carried on walking to them but then his hand was on her cheek and in my mind that was enough to make me turn back around. I suppose I thought that, in the time they’d had together whilst I’d been away, they’d - I dunno - realised feelings?”

“Oh, Natasha,” Melina whispered.

“I know. It was stupid - it was probably just some joke but I was so scared. You know I’ve never been the kind of person to wear their heart on their sleeve and that was the perfect out my brain was looking for.”

“You caused yourself so much pain, honey. So much pain you didn’t need because you feared she didn’t feel the same?”

“I suppose so,” she nodded. “I thought that, maybe, if she was happy it was enough. So, I went back to college and left it all behind. I felt awful, I did, but I wanted to keep myself away for both of our sakes. If I wasn’t there, she could get on with her life and I could try and move on. I put all of my focus into studying and then into my work - I found that pushing away all of those things that hurt me would just shield me from coming to terms with things.

“So, the friendship I tried to protect was ruined because of me. Because I was scared.”

“But now? How are things with her this time?”

“I think - I know that I still adore her. And, if she’ll have me, I would want nothing more than to just let her know how I’ve felt for all my life.”

—

Before Natasha had begun to associate Christmas with the ache in her heart, the 24th of December was a treasured occasion.

The group of you had always met up, sneaking eggnog from her parent’s fridge when you were younger, sharing it around with sips from a shared glass around a makeshift fire you’d conjure up in the garden. The cup would be passed around in secrecy and clumsily hidden beneath a blanket when an adult would approach.

As you grew closer, the two of you began to uphold a tradition and for the couple of years leading up to her departure, you’d meet up before the remainder of the group arrived. She’d meet you at the cafe with two hot chocolates in hand and she’d offer you her jacket no matter what; she always did and you always declined but it made your cheeks hot to the touch. She’d always refrain from reaching out to feel the warmth beneath her palm.

You’d walk back to her house taking the long route just to savour one another's company and neither of you would think too much about the hand she’d rest on your back whenever you’d cross the road.

You’d sit beneath the decorated canopy in the middle of town, watching people enjoy the festivities, failing to hold in your amusement when people would slip on icy ground. She’d look up at the mistletoe and swear she’d kiss you beneath the winter sprig one day, that she’d use it as one of her many excuses to press her lips to yours. She would imagine that you’d tell her she didn’t need a reason to kiss you, that she could do it whenever she liked, but she’d find any moment she could to feel your lip balm-coated mouth with the tip of her tongue.

The one year you had forgotten your gloves and, for practicality of course, she linked her hand with yours for warmth and left it there until she was leading you up to her front door. You’d help her mother with preparations for the evening’s party whilst Natasha would smile at the close relationship the two of you shared. And when the rest of the invitees would trickle in, she’d revel in your laugh. The one you’d let out at something Kate or Kamala would say when recounting the goings on of their days and the giggle you’d share with Wanda whilst having hushed conversations in the corner.

…

The last Christmas Eve you’d seen Natasha until this year, was the same as always. You were planning on meeting Natasha at your usual spot, only an hour after leaving the Maximoff twins where they were.

You sat with Pietro whilst Wanda made her way back with a cup of hot tea for herself and a latte for her brother; they were meeting up with Monica and Carol before the annual party and you were waiting with them until it was time for you to go. You’d told them you had some last-minute shopping to do and they bought the excuse - you felt rather smug at your deception and were pleased to keep your tradition with Natasha a secret. It wouldn’t be the same if it turned into a group affair - you didn’t admit that you merely wanted her for yourself. Even if it was for only a couple of hours.

You missed the teasing grin on Pietro’s face when he’d spotted the mistletoe above you and only realised what he was doing when he tugged it from its place and held it above your faces.

“Ew, Pietro,” you’d laughed, shoving him away whilst he faked a warm look your way.

“There’s something I simply must say,” he joked, cupping your cheek with a soft hand. He inched closer and closer whilst you held in your laugh, acting into the joke of a scene he was creating. “I- wow, this is hard to say,” he sighed. “I just need you to know that - that I forgot to get you a gift and just added my name to Wanda’s.”

You gasped before you both laughed.

“That actually better be a joke.”

You waited for Natasha until you got a text saying she was stuck helping her mum and the rest of the evening was sullied with some kind of unspoken melancholy that you could not understand.

…

Two weeks ago, Natasha was called into her editor’s office to be given the task of creating a winter story. She listened to the requirements she was expected to reach; a heartfelt children’s book, the wonder of winter with a happy ending.

It wasn’t something she was overly familiar with anymore. The magic of the season had long left her when she left you and, though she accepted the job, she was unsure of how to complete it. Her books always held a part of her, every story she wrote had a piece of her soul bared throughout the pages.

She’d gone home and began to plan, sipping a glass of red wine whilst her laptop screen remained blank.

After a few days of sitting on the problem she’d been presented with, and a lengthy conversation with her closest friend in New York, she thought it time to visit home. After all of this time away she thought she could go back easily enough, feelings may have been dulled and the town that was the epitome of a winter wonderland would fuel her creativity.

She just didn’t expect to take one look at you and have every feeling she’d ever held for you to come flooding to the surface. It was quite a story indeed.

And, though she was apprehensive at first, she’d found that opening up the warm-hearted part of her that she had forced closed many moons ago was just the spark she needed. She’d found inspiration at home - her true home. She found it with you.

…

Your heart was beating with the buzz of nerves in your chest, stomach swarming whilst your palms grew clammy despite the biting cold that came with the slowly falling snow.

Each step up the Romanoff’s driveway drew you closer to a conversation that made your head blurred. It had taken the entire group of your friends to give you the courage to leave your apartment for this; despite the way it was your decision to confess the feelings that were eating you whole, you were the one holding yourself back.

After much convincing, you bit the bullet to finally let yourself pull your heart from your chest and hand it over. They’d all assured you they were a phone call away no matter what happens.

You almost dared to turn back as soon as your knuckles tapped against the translucent window of the front door; you could see the blurry sight of a Christmas wreath against the glass and you could hear Yelena shout that she would answer the knock.

“Oh, hi,” she smiled as soon as she saw you, taking in your nervous appearance.

“Hi, Yelena,” you returned. “Um, is Natasha here?”

“No, actually,” she answered. “She went for a walk - think she said she might be going to the bar. You might be able to catch up with her if you hurry.”

“Alright, thanks, Lena,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow,” you finished with a wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she smirked, clearly planning to go and conspire with Melina about why you might be looking for her sister.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk, and the few minutes it took only enabled you to think about what you were going to say. You had it planned as perfectly as you could get it, a curated script you hoped she’d conform with. You’d risk making a fool of yourself otherwise, treading with the possibility of letting your butterfly inducing feelings for her get the best of you.

And, when you saw the bar ahead of you it only made your heart hit against your chest even faster. You saw the back of her head through the window, hair plaited and falling against her jacket; somehow, just seeing her, made your steps grow almost up to speed with your heart.

You opened the door into the bustling building, making your way past a few people with the subtle scent of beer lingering in the air.

You saw her before she saw you. The large grin that pulled at her eyes was directed elsewhere, though, and the hug she stood up to take part in was not with you. Her body locked with another woman’s, somebody she was familiar with by the way it lingered. Her cheek was kissed and her smile never wavered and your heart that had been beating so quickly you feared it might explode was now still, sitting in your throat as you swallowed thickly.

They shared large smiles and their hands entwined atop the small wooden table.

You couldn’t see anymore. Your fists clenched at your sides and you left as quickly as you arrived, not sparing a glance backwards. If you couldn’t be with her tonight, you wanted to be alone.

#au: home for christmas #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #marvel fanfic #natasha romanoff

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sgiandubh · 4 months

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What makes a very mature and educated woman confuse the charisma of Jamie and Claire and fall behind the illusion of Sam and Cait?

Look at this picture and many others, look at Cait's smile and the happiness in her eyes

Look at the color of Tony's lips, I don't need to continue

Below this picture are many pictures of them from many years ago

This man has been a reality since 2015, so let us accept reality even if we do not like it

Note: I would love to read everything you write aside from Outlander and S&C

Dear (b)Itchy Anon,

Ah, yes. You folks are definitely a very predictable bunch, because you simply cannot help yourself and just have to do it. Every. Single. Christmas. Eve. For reasons transparent enough to make you & your kin instantly unlikeable.

I was just thinking, the other day, believe it or not. I was thinking of the disingenuous way you - or someone like you - engaged with @cb4tb on another Christmas Eve and told myself: 'I bet the farm this year it's going to be me'. And here we are, with a rather long - and also, rather curious- comment. What am I going to do with you, Anon? Just write a rather long and ironic answer to your delirious rant, what else?

Calling me 'very mature' made me spit my Pepsi - always better in Romania than the eternal Coca-Cola - and I have to dubiously and cheaply congratulate myself, too. In about six months, you were forced to transition from 'Christ, shippers are stupid' to 'Golly, some -if not most - of them really are educated people'. An apparent paradox that never made you question your surroundings.

For instance, I do not need to wear a turban, sport a cigarette holder, rent a garish tent and call myself Miss Cleo, in order to tell with eerie precision English is not your mother tongue, either. You still do have a big problem with phrasal verbs, because you couldn't have possibly meant I 'fell behind the S&C illusion', but rather that 'I fell for that illusion'. You see, falling behind is 'failing to do something in time' or 'being late with a due payment' or 'being unable to make the same progress as one's peers'. We, shippers, naturally have this kind of superpowers. And seasoned bullshit-o-meters, too.

For your information, I haven't. I explained it at length. There is no possible way to do it if one uses common sense and street smarts only. What I did see, along with thousands of other people, mind you, had absolutely -forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin again - fucking nothing to do with Seamus and Sorcha. I mean, d'oh - is this your best argument, Anon? That sad, wilted talking point? Wow. Just wow.

Then, you totally lose control and take The Scarecrow out of the closet (yes, pun totally intended), in the hope you'll make me screech with dread & horror, I suppose. Exactly which one of the five to ten max Tait pics am I supposed to look at? The one at the marathon, where he checks her pulse? The one in Australia, when he pitifully dangles that stick on a beach? The one with the flute? The fist-in-hand one? The one at this year's IFTA, where she looks through him and he begs for a smile? I shall never know, because you do not add any picture and since I am not Miss Cleo, there's no way I could ever guess. Instead, you describe Neverland in Technicolor, lips included (so help me God, I never looked at McIdiot's lips: I take pride in being mentally sound). Indeed, there is no need to continue, Anon, lest you would insist to ridicule yourself.

This man has been a (questionably) useful prop since 2016, in order to give credence to a narrative. You all know it. You all deny it. You live in a parallel reality, currently embraced by PR. Amen. That does not give you the right to police this fandom and no, your derailed zeal will not get you any Brownie points from C.

Speaking only for myself, I will tell you one last time: I will never blindly accept a convenient compromise fiction just because TPTB and/or PR tell me so.

Note: I doubt my writing interests you. I really do, because I don't deal in fanfic. And even if I am an Oriental, know flattery never worked with me. In fact, I can't stand it.

It's Christmas. Take a break from all this pathetic hatred, Anon: if you have but a cell left of humanity in yourself, you can't possibly be proud of this message and there are far more interesting and meaningful ways to spend this special day. He came for you, too. And that is the most important thing in the world, right now.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Under Your Spell

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: You're a photographer and just landed a big job. You try to stay professional, but the model you are working with is quite the distraction...

Warnings: almost nudity, tattoos, piercings, thirst, fluff?

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Yep, you read that right... model!Tom... 😏 Well... @multifandom-worlds texted me a few weeks ago and gave me the inspiration for this oneshot. 😁 We regret nothing. 👀

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @muddyorbs @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Masterlist

Part Two -> Still Under Your Spell (written by @multifandom-worlds )

(Credit for the picture goes to @multifandom-worlds 😁)

"Got a new job for you." Sam, your boss turned friend said, making her way over to you. You were currently in one of the studios, cleaning up after the photo shooting you just had. You were a professional photographer, working for a quite big agency. Turning to face Sam, she stood beside you now, grinning broadly. "And a real big one at that." "Sam, if that's another joke-" "This time it's not! I swear! This is real!" The blonde, curly haired woman giggled, lifting her hands in surrender. Sam tended to prank you from time to time, telling you that you've got a big job; hired from someone like Prada, Gucci or even Nike or Adidas. Well, it never was the case... Until today. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at her expectedly. "You might want to sit down, 'cause it's going to blow your mind." "Sam, please, I don't have to sit down, just because-" "Calvin Klein, male model." "Ohhh gods. Okay, yep, yep, I-I need to sit down." Sam laughed, guiding you to sit on one of the stools. You wouldn't say it was one of your biggest dreams to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, but it was definitely in the top five. You needed a second to process this, taking a deep breath. "Sam... Really? Like... Really, really? The Calvin Klein?" Your boss giggled, nodding. "Yep, really really. The Calvin Klein." "Wow... This is... wow..." Sam smiled, knowing very well that this was a small dream coming true. "Congrats, sweetie. You deserve this." You returned her smile and couldn't help but to hug her. "When is the shooting? Where? And oh gods, who is the male model? Do I know him?" You had turned from a stunned girl into an excited energy ball within seconds. Sam laughed once more. "Friday next week. I don't know where yet. I'm still waiting for the management to tell me that. And the model... Well, I don't think you know him, 'cause he's pretty new in the business." "Well, who is it?" "Name's Tom. Tom Hiddleston."

Ten days later, you were pacing around the spacious, yet cosy looking room, preparing everything for the photoshoot. You had arrived over an hour earlier, checking on everything twice - just to be on the safe side. You wouldn't want anything to go wrong. Not on such an important shoot. After all, this could be the chance to prove yourself. The stepping stone into a big, successful career as a professional photographer.

You were readjusting the tripod, totally lost in thoughts, when a deep, yet smooth voice brought you back to the here and now. "Hello?" You spun around at the voice, a hairsbreadth away from knocking over the tripod with the camera. "Apologies. I didn't mean to scare you." The voice spoke up again. "It's okay, I-" You turned around without an incident this time, facing the man to whom the sensual voice belonged - and almost fainted right then and there. Before you stood a tall man with deep blue eyes and a charming smile on his face. His blonde-brown hair was short and curled itself in soft waves over his head. His facial features were utterly defined, with a razor-sharp jawline and high cheekbones. A tattoo adorned his neck. From underneath the white shirt he wore, peaked out another black tattoo as well. He was absolutely gorgeous.

You swallowed hard, tried to regain your focus. "S-Sorry, hi. I, uh, was so in thoughts and... You must be Tom, right?" His smile widened a bit, as he stepped closer. "Please don't worry. I should've knocked or something... And yes, I'm Tom." A smile like his could light up the whole world. You were sure of it. Tom stretched out his arm towards you. Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand. He has such big hands, you thought immediately, biting your lip, before you took his kind and polite offer, and watched how his hand swallowed yours whole. "Y/N." "Very nice to meet you, Y/N." You gave the man a smile, trying to cover up your nervousness. "Likewise, Tom." Your hand left his again, and to prevent an upcoming awkward silence, you spoke up again. "Shall we begin?" "I'd love to."

Sam joined you no minute later, informing you and Tom about the details of the shooting, before she went on her way again, leaving you and Tom to work. While the man went into the adjacent locker room in order to get changed - or well, rather half naked (After all, it was an underwear commercial photoshoot.), you checked your camera one last time.

You knew from the first look at Tom, that he was definitely born to be a model, with the breath-taking good looks he had been gifted. But what you saw when he emerged from the locker room, your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. You had expected a lot... But not this. Not what your eyes witnessed in that very moment. Tom was naked, of course, except for the grey Calvin Klein trunks, which sat snugly around his hips... And crotch. You swallowed hard, tried not to focus on this, of course. Like you had already recognised before, he had tattoos - but not just the two you had seen. Oh no... Tom had a lot more. In fact, was almost his entire body covered with tattoos, starting with that tattoo on his neck. Although, his upper body was not entirely covered, but mostly. Flowers climbed all over his torso, starting at the waistband of the Calvin Klein trunks, up his hips and sides, kissing his left pec and spreading all over his shoulders and arms. It looked stunning and utterly beautiful. You understood to 100 per cent, why Tom became a model.

Tom's legs were covered with a few flowers as well. You could see a flower tendril on both legs, winding itself upwards from his ankles over his calves and knees, ending on his muscular, thick thighs. Speaking of muscles... Tom's body was well shaped. You could tell that already by the blue shirt he had been wearing. Biceps bulging underneath the soft fabric. His shoulders were broad and strong and you could definitely see the fade outlines of his abs, forming into a sixpack. That, combined with the smattering of fine hair in between his pecs and down his belly button was enough to almost got you hyperventilating. You had photographed a lot of people by now, but nobody had swept you off your feet like Tom did. Not just because he looked like a prince, straight out of a novel, written by a woman, no... Because he seemed to be such a nice, kind and charming man.

Though, the tattoos and his utter good looks weren't the only things which caught your attention... Although he looked like a sunny boy with all those flowers, he had something to balance out the 'bad boy image'... Piercings. Tom had a black, curved barbel piercing on his left eyebrow. His lower lip was pierced as well with a black labret piercing. You even caught a glimpse of his tongue piercing, when he licked his lips, which got you thinking about how good it would feel to kiss him with those piercings.

And you weren't just talking about the three on his face... Oh no... There was more. When your eyes wandered lower to his chest, you could see that Tom had both his nipples pierced; causing you to almost drool on your t-shirt. For fucks sake, Y/N! You internally screamed at yourself. Get a grip! This is work! Not a strip club! Stay professional! You swallowed hard, "Alright!" and took a deep breath, hoping that Tom didn't notice your wandering eyes and lusting stare. "Are you ready, Tom?" The handsome man rubbed his hands, smiling and nodding. "I am ready when you are." "Perfect. Let's start."

You had prepared something for the shooting, of course, trying to implement your customers wishes and perceptions. On the left in front of the big white screen stood a rather old, almost vintage chair and on the right a pallet, turned bed, with a soft mattress, some pillows and a white duvet. "Chair first?" Tom asked you, pointing towards the furniture. "If you'd like, sure." "Alright." He smiled, walking over to the chair. You repositioned your camera, thinking you'd start with the bed first, but well... In the end, it didn't matter.

"What do you want me to do? How should I position myself?" You instructed Tom to brace himself with one hand against the chair first, making him stand sexy, but chilled. After that, you told him to sit down, but the wrong way round, so that he sat with spread legs on the furniture, facing the back of the chair. He placed his arms casually on said back, bending his spine slightly. You had positioned the old chair to stand a bit skewed, so his trunks were clearly visible. After all, this was an underwear photoshoot. Well, you were glad that your direct gaze was shielded. Unless you probably would've been expired already. Cause of death: Sensory overload.

When you were done with the first item of the photoshoot, you told Tom to move to the bed, which sent a tingle down your spine. You couldn't deny, that photographing Tom in a bed got you quite a bit hot and bothered. This was a whole new level, causing you to lose concentration and focus slightly once again. You literally couldn't take your eyes off him - and luckily you didn't have to. You were supposed to look at him, weren't you? As the photographer?

"What would you like me to do in here?" Tom asked with a smile, referring to the bed, of course. Take off your trunks and then my clothes. Wait, what? You blinked, shaking your head slightly and hoping Tom didn't notice how you were struggling to keep a cool head. "U-Um... Feel free to try any position you like." He did notice. The man wasn't stupid - and you were bad at hiding your visible attraction. A soft smirk graced his lips; feeling utterly flattered. "Okay, whatever you say, boss." He firstly sat down at the edge of the makeshift bed, placing his elbows on his knees, getting into a kind of thinking position. You quickly snapped a few pictures, watching him change into another few positions. After taking another photo, you looked up at him and said something you regretted afterwards. "I like the way you pose, but I think we should do one more. Perhaps one in which the trunks are very good visibly? Kinda... on full display?" Whoops. You realised immediately how sexual this just sounded, causing you to stumble for an explanation. "I-I mean not that, uh, Calvin Klein complains, because their product isn't to be seen, y-you know? S-Sorry…" You added a small, awkward giggle, hoping your cheeks weren't that red. Tom smiled, shaking his head. "No, I understand. Don't worry. You are probably right." Like you said, you regretted saying this, because Tom took this very seriously...

He returned back to the bed and got on it. Placing himself towards the camera, he laid down on his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow, while he spread his legs, placing one foot on the mattress, so that his leg was bend. The trunks were on full display now. And you? You had to swallow very hard, fighting so hard against yourself to not look. Though, you could swear it looked at you first. Shit.

His thick thighs were perfectly outlined by the grey trunks, causing them to even look stronger. The waistband stretched around his torso deliciously, desperately holding on. "Is this position alright?" "U-Um, yes, sure." With shaky hands you took a few pictures, trying hard to stay professional. Why must he be so sexy, though?

The rest of the photo shooting was absolute torturous for you. Knowing that you were allowed to look, but not to touch. Oh and how you would've loved to touch... You were kind of glad when Tom was dressed again, but also very sad at the same time. "It was a great shooting, thank you. You are a very good, talented photographer." You couldn't help but blush at Tom's words. "Vice versa. You're a remarkable model." The man chuckled. "Well, thank you, Y/N. It was a pleasure working for and with you. Hopefully we get the chance to... work together again." He winked at you, causing your knees to almost give in. Gods, why was he like that? "Well, I-I hope so too."

#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston oneshot #tom hiddleston fanfiction

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ejzah · 1 month

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Hi! How are you? I'm so glad to see you're still writing for LA. I'm a big fan of your fics. And as I was randomly thiking about Densi, I was thinking we never got to see Kensi ask Callen and Sam to walk her down the aisle. I was wondering if you could write it? Especially Callen/Kensi because I love their friendship. Thanks again for taking the time to write wonderful stories! :)

A/N: Dear anon, so sorry for the delay (my constant anthem). Thank you for your kind words and continued support!

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Going to the Chapel

“No, no, I don’t actually have the wedding date yet, I’m it trying to get an idea of how much catering for between one hundred and two hundred people would be. Um, I’m not sure about that,” Kensi said, tugging on her bottom lip as the caterer on the other end of the line continued to ask questions she didn’t have the answers to. “Right. I suppose I should figure that out first. Yes. Thank you so much for your time.”

She hung up, rubbing her temples. There was another hour of her life gone with no results to show for it.

“I take it wedding planning is going well,” Callen commented from beside her. His sarcastic delivery made her crack the tiniest hint of a smile. She’d almost forgotten he and Sam were in the bullpen with her.

“At this point, I’m beginning to think Deeks was right and we should have just eloped. Would have been so much easier. And less stressful.”

“I remember when Michelle and I got married. We had a tiny ceremony and reception and it still took a couple months to plan. Trying to accommodate relatives was probably the hardest part,” Sam shared knowingly.

“Oh my god, yes!” Kensi groaned. “I love Roberta, but she has so many opinions, and even though my mom is less vocal about it, I know she has just as many. Deeks spent two hours convincing his mom that we did not need crystal centerpieces to give all the guests or beef prime rib.”

“Well, we’re here to support you guys however we can,” Sam offered. “Especially if it means we get this wedding on the road.

“I will help with everything but folding napkins,” Callen specified, nodding significantly when Sam gave him an odd look.

“Actually,” Kensi hesitated. She’d been debating the whole walking down the aisle issue for months. Did she ask her mom or walk alone? Just skip it altogether?

“There is something I wanted to ask you,” she finished before she could lose the nerve again. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though.”

“Why, is it something weird?” Callen asked. “I also draw the line at helping pick out lingerie.”

“Oh my god, no. I swear you get ten times worse when Deeks isn’t around,” Kensi said, making a face. “No, I was wondering if you and Sam would consider walking me down the aisle.”

“You want us to give you away?” Sam said, sounding surprised.

“I like to look at it more like being transported to the next stage of my life.”

“Wow, wedding planning really has screwed with your brain.

Kensi jabbed her elbow in Callen’s direction, and he moved to the side, chuckling.

“I’m serious. I was going to ask Granger before he passed.” She paused, blinking away the sudden tears in her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice betrayed a slight shakiness. “You know, since he knew my dad and he turned out to be a pretty good mentor.”

“Granger would have hated that,” Callen predicted.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t have let anyone else do it. The man had a soft spot for sure,” Sam added. He nodded to Kensi, his expression compassionate. “I’m sorry Don couldn’t be here to walk you down that aisle.”

“I think he would be happy to know it’s two of the best men in my life,” Kensi told them honestly.

“Well, after that I don’t think we can say no,” Callen said softly.

“Definitely not.”

Kensi stood to give each of them a hug, lingering a moment in Sam’s comforting strength. “Thank you.”

“We show up for family. But “two of the best”?” Sam pointed out, feigning offense. “Not the best.”

“Only because you’ll be leading me to the very best man in my life,” Kensi said.

“Smitten,” Callen sighed, shaking his head.

“Yep, she stood no chance against the curly blonde hair and blue eyes,” Sam lamented.

Kensi just rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying their teasing.

***

A/N: I hope that was ok. It’s very rare for me to write a fic that doesn’t include even a tiny bit of Deeks.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #Callen and Sam #mentions of Deeks #fluff #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

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[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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elliesbiatch · 1 year

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Need you back

Ellie x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, some fluff, some angst, man kisses reader briefly, bi-sexual reader, oral, fingering, cursing, 69, I think pet names :) also if you wanna role-play ellie with me here’s my Discord : elliesbiatch #2622

Notes: kinda proofread, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated 🤍also please send requests because I have zero ideas 💡 work count: 2.4k

Ellie and I had dated for about a year but when it didn’t work out we decided it was best to go back to being friends. It was hard just being friends with her when what I really

wanted was to be with her. We were roommates too so it didn’t really help the situation much. About 2 weeks ago Ellie kissed a girl while we were all out at the bar- and my heart felt like it had shattered into a billion pieces, but I didn’t have a say in the matter anymore, this is what she wants- so I have to live with it.

I have been chatting briefly with a guy I do patrol with and things are slowly progressing. He’s a nice guy don’t get me wrong- but all I can think about is Ellie. Maybe we made the wrong decision. “You sure she doesn’t mind you bringing him over?” Dina asks as we lay on her bed. “I mean I asked and she seemed pretty chill” I reply. “Wow really? Doesn’t sound like Ellie” Dina laughs. “She’s the one that kissed a girl in front of me remember?” I scoff. “Besides- this is how it is now, we both have to get used to the idea of us both being with different people” I mutter, feeling my heart ache slightly.

“True” Dina replies as she stands up. “Sooooo-“ she trails off. “What?” I giggle. “You guys are gonna fuck tonight right? Don’t let Ellie walk in on that she’ll probably shoot him or something” Dina giggles as I raise my eyebrows. “No no we won’t be doing anything like that trust me- I just invited him over to have a drink” I protest. “Where’s Ellie gonna be anyways” she asks. “She’ll probably be out with that girl” I roll my eyes and Dina smirks. “You guys are obviously still in love so just be together” she smiles and I shake my head. “Nah, she doesn’t love me anymore” I say looking at the floral bedsheets. “Well I beg to differ- the way you guys look at each other ? It’s definitely true love” she coos.

I furrow my eyebrows in thought. “Well anyways- I’m sure you guys will have a great time tonight” Dina reassures as I look back up at her with a half smile. Fuck I really missed Ellie- but there’s just no chance for us, she’s clearly moved on and now I have to try as well. “Well I should go- get ready for later” I say as I stand up. “Let me know how it goes” she coos. “I will” I giggle. I wasn’t happy though- not after Dina reminded me of how much I missed Ellie - her touch, her smile- her love. I shake my head to try and get the thoughts of her out of it. I got back to our shared place and shower. I get out and get dressed before doing my hair and applying a little bit of a sweet smelling perfume Ellie had gotten me out on patrol, when we were still together.

The smell brought back a million memories of the two of us and I shut my eyes momentarily. I open my eyes again and look at myself in the mirror. He should be here soon- fuck is this the right thing to do? Maybe I should just cancel and then I can tell Ellie that I need her back- that I simply can’t survive without her. “Hello” a voice calls and I snap out of my thoughts once again. I need help- all I do is think of her. “It’s me” he calls. I take in a deep breath before going to the door and swinging it open. “Hey Sam, how are you-come in” I smile as he brushes past me. “Doing good- where’s Ellie? She out” he asks as he places a bottle of wine on the table.

“Um yeah she’s out” I mutter. “She shouldn’t be home until later” I say giving him a quick smile. We spend the next hour talking and laughing - which is nice. But every time I feel happy with him for too long- my mind snaps back to Ellie. It’s not fair on Sam for me to still be hung up on Ellie… I need to try extra hard to get her out of my mind.

The sky gets darker outside and the conversations get flirtier as we drink more and more wine. “Ellie is your ex right?” He asks unexpectedly. Sam had only arrived in Jackson a month ago so he must’ve asked someone. “Oh -um yeah we used to date” I mutter. “Is it not weird sharing a room with her” he laughs. Yes- yes it is. “Nope, it’s fine” I lie as he nods his head. The wine goes to my head slightly and all of a sudden I get the urge to kiss him. Not because I really want to but because I need to kiss someone to get over her.

“You wanna move over to the couch?” I slightly slur. “Oh- okay sure” he responds before leading me to the small, comfortable couch. We sit down, our legs touching and our faces only inches apart. “You look beautiful tonight” he tells me before leaning in and kissing me. This is my first kiss since Ellie and Ellie was a great kisser. I know I shouldn’t compare-but this is shit. Fuck I feel so bad- it’s not his fault I’m hung up on my ex. The kiss gets deeper as he places his hands on my waist. What time is it? What if Ellie came home and saw this- would she even care? Fuck I need to stop thinking about her while I’m kissing him.

A couple minutes go by and I start to get bored. I knew I needed to just end this before I hurt him. “Y/N” I hear a familiar voice say and I snap my head around to see Ellie standing at the entrance to our place. Oh shit- this is embarrassing. “Hey el-“ Sam starts before Ellie cuts him off. “You can leave” she spits. He glances at me and I give him an ‘I’m sorry’ look before he leaves the garage. Ellie slams the door before walking right past. “Ellie what the fuck?” I question as she lays her bag on the counter. “Ellie?” I ask again and she turns her head to look at me. “Why did you have to be so rude?” I almost shout. “Me? Rude? Never” she mutters. “You were the one being rude” she snaps.

“How was I being rude? You told him to get out” I snap back. She looks angry. Her hands balled into fists and her eyebrows raised. “You were the one on our couch making out with that idiot” she spits as I roll my eyes. “So what if I was? You told me I could have him over ?” I say to her and she turns away from me- hands leaning on the edge of the counter. I hum to get her to respond. “I thought you were bringing him over to hangout? Not fuck on the couch?” She shouts. Why did she even care. “Why would you have cared if I had fucked him? You didn’t want me anymore remember” I shout back. She turns around and walks up to me.

“I never didn’t want you? I just-“ she stops. “I just felt like I wasn’t good enough for you- that’s all” she mutters and I furrow my eyebrows. Why didn’t she tell me this before. “Why didn’t you tell me that ? Ellie you’re more than enough” I croak out - trying not to cry. “Doesn’t matter- look I just miss you, and seeing that guy all over you pissed me off” she confesses and my heart flutters. She still cares. I look up at her with glassy eyes and without saying another word I take a step forward and place my lips on hers. Her hands go straight to my hips like they used to and my hands up to her neck.

Our tongues meet and she lets out a little moan. I missed the taste of her lips so much. The kiss deepens as we stumble closer to our bed. With every kiss, i craved more. This is how it felt- to kiss someone you actually wanted to kiss. It felt good-like we had never even stopped. She leans me slowly back onto the bed and our breathing becomes heavy as we take each others clothes off. We’re both left in our underwear and she sits up to admire me. “Fuck- I missed this” she mutters, biting her lip.

“I missed you too” I smile as she leans back down and starts to sloppily kiss me - like she was so desperate for my lips on hers.

Her left hand holds her up as the other rubs up and down my body. Her touch sends shivers up my spine. I have missed her touch. “I need you Ellie” I groan as she begins to trail kisses down to my neck. “You sure?” She asks- lifting her head up to look at me. I look at her confused. Was she not sure ?” Sorry- I mean, are you sure you wanna” she mumbles as her index finger traces down my side.

“Y-yes of course- I need you “ I groan and she smirks. “Good, because I want you too” she smiles. I lean up and attack her neck with kisses making her giggle. She lifts me up slightly to unclip my bra- leaving my tits exposed. “You want me to suck them baby?” She groans before latching her lips to my sensitive nipples. My back arches as her wet tongue swirls around them. “I fucking love sucking on your perfect tits” she mutters into my chest. The ache was unbearable- all these months I had yearned for this moment and I was hungry for her.

“Ellie take your shorts off” I mutter- pointing down to her underwear. She raises an eyebrow. “You wanna do me first?” She asks with a smirk. I bite down on my lip- I wanna try something new but I don’t know if she’d like it. Ellie preferred to eat my pussy- so most of the time I never got to taste her sweet cunt. “Here- just trust me” I say as she agrees and takes her underwear off. “I want us to taste each other at the same time” I mumble as she leans in to nip at my neck.

“Oh yea?” She asks as I nod my head. “Here sit on my face- this way” I tell her and she raises an eyebrow before planting her wet cunt on my face- her face now down at my pussy. I eagerly lift my head and kitten lick her cunt and she rolls her back in pleasure. “Fuck me- that feels so good baby” she groans. I collect saliva in my mouth before spitting it onto her cunt. I then begin to suck on her clit. “Mmm you taste to good” I moan into her. “You want me to eat your cunt too?” She half moans as I suck harder on her clit. I hum into her and she doesn’t hesitate to latch her puffy lips onto my needy clit.

I gasp at the feeling and she lets out a low giggle as she licks down to my hole. She begins to slurp my pussy- the room filled with wet noises as we both lick each other out. “Oh fuck baby that feels so good” I mutter into her core. It’s hard to concentrate when she’s eating me out so good. “Yeah ? You like it right there?” She asks as she swirls her stiff tongue around my throbbing clit. “I bet that guy earlier thought that he’d have you in this position right now huh” she mumbles into me. “I bet he’d love to see you this way” she giggles as she then begins to bring her finger up to my wet hole, “but you’re mine” she mutters before sliding her middle finger in with ease.

“Fuck Ellie- I’m all yours” I moan as she pumps in and out quicker. “You want more?” She groans as I hum a ‘yes’. She slides in another finger making me gasp. “You’re so tight around my fingers” she half moans and I too put a finger into her hole. “Oh fuck baby- more- fucking stretch it out” she groans- picking up the pace of fucking me. Our moans fill the small room as we both finger each other. “Fuck me harder” Ellie pants as I slam in and out of her sloppy cunt. “I fucking need your cum” she mumbles as she sucks on my clit and fingers me rough.

“Spank me” she groans and I grin. I lift my hand up and rub the palm of my hand on her round ass. “You want me to hurt you” I moan and she gives me a quick ‘mhm’. I slap across her cheek and she moans loudly into me- making me shiver. I want to come so fucking bad. “Again” she groans as she sucks and fucks me harder. “Spank me and destroy my cunt” she groans. I do as she says and leave my hand print on her. “F-Fuck I’m c-close are you?”she moans. “Y-yeah Ellie please” I beg as our girlish moans get louder. I lift my hips up slightly higher to give her a better angle and before I know it I cum all over her fingers as her cum drips down to my face.

“Fuck Ellie” I say, as I wipe it off and taste it. “You came so hard” I groan as we both sit up. We face each other with our legs tangled. I look into her eyes and sigh looking down. “What’s wrong?” She asks bringing her hand up to lift my face. We both try to level our breathing. “Nothing” I mutter. Her expression is sad and confused. “Tell Me” she says and I shake my head. “I’m just sad - because I love you” I croak out and I see a smile begin to form on her freckled face. “I love you more” she grins and I take a sharp breath in. “I want you back “ she mumbles.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #roleplay #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader

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woodstoneb-b · 6 days

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Welcome back to Woodstone B&B where stunning sunrises welcome you each day!

As well as stunning surprises I guess, because as I discovered after last entry, the Lady of the Manor and the ghost that has no pants have a...thing going on.

Flower: Oh yeah, they're all over each other like jellyfish!

Uh...huh...

The Woodstone property is pretty massive and one of the nicest spots is our very own lake!

Thor: Thor is jealous of pixel self, it has been half a century since Thor was able to fish for that greatest of all foods...cod.

Alberta: Oh lord, don't get him started.

Trevor: Can we fish in the lake in real life, Jay?

Ahem...unfortunately after consultation with the EPA, we've been advised that the level of heavy metals in the water is slightly too high so in the interests of our guests, fishing is off limits.

Now here's something of interest, here at Woodstone we have a secret underground vault! It was constructed in the 1890s by Elias Woodstone, no doubt to hold all the Woodstone family riches.

Hetty: Which he didn't get the chance to use, instead he ended up locked inside it by the builder. Which is where cuckolding will get you, so take note.

I assure all prospective guests that the skeleton in the ACTUAL basement is fake, I mean, obviously we wouldn't leave a real skeleton on the premises!

Er, Pete, what the Hell are you doing?

Pete: I appreciate worksmanship, and this is fine workmanship! It looks almost real!

Yep, definitely a fake skeleton.

Thor: Why would there be rain in this mythical space? Thor cannot fish in such weather! The cod I could be catching -

Alberta: I told you not to get him started.

In the meantime, rain and even a lack of pants doesn't deter some of the ghosts.

Trevor: A fudgiscle! Man, what I wouldn't give for one of those...

Sass: This game is making me hungry....hey, Sam, can we have a pizza to smell tonight?

Thor: Seems game is not always correct...Trevor never wins 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' in real life.

Trevor: I swear, it makes no damn sense. How do you always know.

Thor: That is secret.

Is this more accurate?

Thor: Hahaha, small man would never dare such move against Thor.

Um, Alberta? That's uh...not safe.

Alberta: This ain't real, Jay, and these microwaves...damn, you modern people don't know how good you got it!

Alberta: I mean, look at this convenience! In my time it would have taken like half a day to get a dinner like this!

Well, I'll pass on your compliments to Swanson's.

Oh God, what are you planning now, No Pants?

Trevor: Wouldn't you like to know?

I don't think I do, to be honest...

Flower: Eee buttefly chasing! My favourite thing!!

Thor: And Flower doesn't even need to worry about boundary now.

Flower: I'm supposed to worry about a boundary?

Thor *groan*

Trevor: Cool, horses!

Looks like the feeling isn't mutual.

Trevor: Wow, you've been fishing all day, Big Guy?

Thor: A whole day is nothing to Thor, Thor once spent two days fishing for a much spoken of and legendary cod, it is all colours of the rainbow and is longer than -

Alberta: Just walk away, Jay and come back in an hour or two...he should be finished by then.

Trevor: Broooooo!

Thor: Broooooo!

Well, that's something you don't see every day...a Viking and a Wall Street broker doing shakkas at each other.

Alberta: Jay, you nailed it! Here I am lookin' ready to paint the town red! Starting with a drink at this speakeasy!

Isaac: sigh I am feeling isolated and unfulfilled, there's no Samantha in this game to write my story.

Well, you know, you can write your own story in this.

Isaac: What? Why didn't you say so?! Fetch me a quill and all the parchment you can afford!

Yeah, that's really not necessary, you just need a typewriter or a computer.

Isaac: Right! Lead me to it!

Trevor: Hey nothing to see here..

Isaac: What are you talking about, you've got one of those typewriters!

Trevor: Yeah, but...this is a secret room....which you guys don't know about.

Isaac: I have never actually seen that room before, what do you do in there?

Hetty: Never you mind.

Here's an interesting development, Sass's simself rolled a want to be a sculptor so here we go.

Sass: You know, I wanted to be a storyteller...but being able to create art that will last for eons...sounds good to me!

Thor: Meanwhile, Thor has decided to keep cod and other fish to admire. Also eat if famine occur.

Righty-oh, good thinking.

On that note, we'll leave our ghostly pals for now. What hijinks will they get up to next time? Stay tuned!

#ghosts cbs #the sims 3 #woodstone b&b

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janeykath318 · 1 year

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You Did Not Just Say That: A Shieldshock Meet Cute

Steve was having dinner with Bucky and Sam to celebrate the end of a long mission and enjoy having real food again. The burgers were beyond delicious and Steve felt incredibly relaxed in the cozy environment, where the waitresses had his order memorized and called everyone “honey”.

Bucky and San were alternately playfully bickering and analyzing the people at the tables near them. Steve was half listening and sometimes interjecting a comment.

“That looks like an awkward first date,” Sam observed, nodding at a table nearby where a man and woman were stiffly eating.

“Very awkward,” Bucky agreed sympathetically. l

The man spent most of his time looking at his phone and the stunning brunette he was with was clearly trying to keep conversation going. In Steve’s opinion, the dude was an idiot.

When his slice of apple pie arrived, warm and gooey with ice cream on top, he forgot about them for a few minutes while he relished the deliciousness of his favorite dessert.

Sam and Bucky had teased him about being a stereotype, but he didn’t care. It was worth it.

“Oh, you did not just say that!”

He glanced up to see the brunette was now glaring daggers at her dinner companion.

“Listen here, Mike. I’ve seen and heard all I need to know. You’re a sexist jerk. Peggy would rise from her grave to punch you if she heard you talking that bullshit. She saved the country from Nazis multiple times and stood up to creeps like you who want to keep women in “their place”. Go back to your cave, Neanderthal. Peggy freaking Carter deserves respect and if all you can see are her boobs, clearly you’re not going to see beyond mine. Be glad I don’t have my taser with me because that comment deserved it. Don’t call me again.”

The angry looking brunette stalked away without a backwards glance ignoring Mike’s call of “Darcy, wait…”

Steve had listened to her rant with stunned admiration, noting the fire in her eyes and the pointed emphasis on the word Neanderthal.

“What did he say?” he asked Bucky.

“I’m not gonna tell you, because I don’t want you getting kicked out of here for assault,” he said, shooting Mike a look of disgust. “It was beyond gross, though. I can’t say I’m not tempted to menace him a little.” He cracked his knuckles and grinned fiendishly.

“He’s not worth it,” Steve declared. “I’ll be right back.”

He slipped out of the booth and headed in the direction Darcy had taken. She was sitting just outside the door on a bench muttering under her breath.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t think he was being creepy.

Darcy turned around and looked up at him, blue eyes going wide as she recognized him.

“Oh, Wow. Oh.” she managed. “Did you hear that?”

“I caught the gist of it. I didn’t mean to overhear, but I couldn’t help but appreciate what you said to him.”

Darcy’s cheeks turned pink.

“I was just telling the truth. Peggy was one of my heroes.”

“Mine too,” Steve said. “She would definitely approve of you. She didn’t stand for bullies and sexists. Mind if I sit down?”

“It would be unpatriotic of me to refuse,” Darcy said, eyes twinkling at him behind her glasses. They were a very, very pretty shade of blue, he noticed. “Steve Rogers, I presume?”

“In the flesh,” he confirmed as he sat down.

“I’m Darcy Lewis—well, Dr. Darcy Lewis to be precise. Newly minted Astrophysicist and former scientist wrangler.”

“Ah. Thor’s lightning sister,” Steve remarked, recognition sparking. “He’s very proud of you and actually bragged about being tazed by you.”

Darcy chuckled. “He would. So what brings Captain America to Nancy’s diner?”

“The food is the best,” Steve replied decisively. “It’s our post mission wind down dinner tradition. Plus, Nancy loves to fuss over us like we’re her kids.”

“She sure does,” Darcy agreed fondly. “Her boys are all grown and she loves being a mother hen to her regulars.”

Steve took a quick glance back through the window to see Bucky and Sam looming over a scared looking Mike, who nodded and pulled out his wallet. Soon after, he left the diner at a trot, not looking back.

“Thank goodness he’s gone,” Darcy said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Nancy must have put the fear of God into him.”

Steve smiled.

“It wasn’t just Nancy.” He told her.

Bucky and Sam emerged, smiling cheerily. Darcy’s jaw dropped.

“I bet he wet his pants,” she remarked finally, then giggled.

Steve introduced her, but Bucky and Sam, being the good bros they were, made their exits after a few minutes, winking at Steve.

“What’s it like being friends with them?” She queried playfully.

“Never a dull moment,” Steve answered with fond exasperation as Sam and Bucky fought over who was driving.

He turned his gaze back to Darcy.

“Right now, I’m more interested in finding out what it would be like being friends with you.”

Darcy’s mouth opened and closed again and a playful smile bloomed over her face.

“Are you sure you want more trouble in your life, Rogers?” She asked. “Because I tend to attract it.”

“I’m very partial to your kind of trouble,” he told her with a wink and a grin that made Darcy forget all about her disastrous date.

#shieldshock #meet cute may #darcy lewis #steve rogers

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Food for thought

AN: Good morning lovelies! Day 27! Wow! As it's Thursday, it would be rude not to make it Thor's day....

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Thanks to @doasyoudesireandlive for the Norwegian endearments.

Pairing: Thor x Agent!Reader

CW: Oral Fixation, Food Play, Mild Angst, Pining, Ace!Yelena, Explicit Sexual Content, more details than anyone needs about how to eat a Jaffa Cake

Word Count: 3k

He was watching you again.

The Asgardian prince. Thor.

He appeared from time to time, in a flash of rainbow lights, swung his axe at the bad guys, got Bucky rip-roaring drunk on magic mead and waxed lyrical with Yelena about her sister. Then he’d disappear again, not to be seen again for weeks.

You had noticed though, when he was here, he had a tendency to watch you. At first you thought it was wariness, and unfamiliarity. You were a new agent, brought in to be part of the ‘new’ Avengers team. You weren’t a field agent. You did logistics and on-line support, every so often taking the pilots role for the jet, but you were included in team activities, including movie night. Thor had appeared just in time for the latest mission, and after helping to get one up on the bad guy of the week, he had agreed to stay on for take-out and movies.

“It has been a while since I have sat and watched one of your mortal stories,” he had boomed, voice easily taking over the entire room. And although he had directed his statement to Yelena, who’d invited him to stay, you could make out, from the corner of your eye, that he was looking at you. Which was just great. Because if you’d noticed then Yelena definitely had, which would lead to even more teasing from the Russian.

“He likes you, маленькая жена.”

“He doesn’t even know me, Lena. And I am not his ‘little wife’.”

“He wants to know you though. Trust me. Just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I don’t recognise when others do. And that man, that God, wants to…”

You’d clamped your hands over your ears and jogged off down the hall, shouting out “lalalalalala” to cover over whatever your friend was going to say next. Not because you didn’t want to know. Oh no! You really did. You absolutely did. But there was no way you were going to let Yelena in on that information. That when you did feel his eyes on you, you felt your whole body suffused with warmth. How you could feel your heart beating between your legs, your core throbbing with need.

He was the most beautiful man, you’d ever set your eyes on and the idea that he would want you…ungh! Well let’s just say that Thor had featured in some of your personal self-care imaginings.

Now here you were a few hours later, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing your PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and holding your tub of chicken and noodles, putting them away with gusto with your chopsticks. Bucky and Sam were on the other sofa, cuddled up and looking sickeningly cute (how those guys could go from gruff and macho to a pair of fucking kittens gave you whiplash), Yelena and Kate were sprawled out on the bean bags on the floor, Kate giving Yelena a foot rub and Thor, well he had just come into the room and you realised too late that the only space left for him was next to you.

You shuffled up and gave him a small smile as he sat, the sofa cushions giving way beneath his large bulk, and you had to adjust your balance, so you didn’t fall against him.

“What are we watching?”

His whisper was so close to your ear your flesh was tickled by his facial hair. For a moment your mind went blank, images of him tickling other parts of your body with his beard flashing through your brain.

“Huh? Um. I’m not sure. It’s Yelena’s pick, so I hope it’s not too scary.”

“Never fear, little one. I can always protect you.” He gave you a dramatic wink and turned to the large TV screen, leaving you in a scrambled state.

Was he just flirting with you?

Luckily Yelena had been in a silly action mood, and you were able to return most of your attention back to the film, as you continued to eat your food. You were still aware though of Thor, watching you eat. You could almost feel his gaze each time you lifted another morsel of chicken to your lips, or sucked in a bunch of noodles.

Weird.

Having finished your take-out, you grabbed your favourite movie snack from the table in front of you; a box of British ‘Jaffa Cakes’, a treat you’d discovered on a mission and couldn’t get enough of.

You opened the packet absentmindedly as you watched the good guys getting ready to storm the bad guy’s lair to look for the hostages, although as it was only the second act of the film, there was bound to be some trap or other. Taking out the first chocolate covered sponge cake, you nibbled around the edge, careful not to bit into the disc of orange jello that sat sandwiched between the chocolate and sponge layers. Next, you peeled the jello off the cake base, popping the latter into your mouth. That left you holding the disc of jello, still covered with a thin layer of chocolate. You delicately picked off the larger pieces, eating them, before placing the orange centre on your tongue and letting it dissolve.

You felt the weight of Thor’s gaze but tried to ignore him as you reached into the packet for a second Jaffa cake. After the third you couldn’t take it anymore, turning to face him.

“What are you looking at?” you hissed, trying not to make your voice too audible to the others.

Thor at least had the good grace to look chagrined at being caught staring, and in the low light of the room you were aware of a pinkening of his skin as he blushed.

“I…um…wondered what it is that you are eating and why you are dissecting it thus?”

Your ire retreated, and you felt a little mean at being so harsh. You nabbed another one of your treats and held it out to him, leaning a little closer so you could talk to him over the sounds of Hollywood gunfire.

“You can eat it all in one go, like a soft cookie, but I think it’s better if you take it apart.” Thor took it between his fingers and gave it a light squeeze and a sniff.

“Is it a cookie or a cake?”

“Would you believe that the UK government spent a long time debating that?”

A bark of laughter left him, making Kate turn around and ‘shush’ him. Yelena just grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes, before turning your attention back to Thor.

“Like this…” You grabbed another of your own and faced him as you took it apart, Thor shyly copying your actions, his eyes fixed on your mouth. As you placed the orange part on your tongue you heard his intake of breath, his eyes going wide, and suddenly he was up, striding out of the room as fast as his legs could take him.

Sam made to get up, but Bucky snagged his boyfriend’s wrist, keeping him in place, but cocked his head in your direction and then in the direction of the door, a clear entreaty for you to go after Thor. You only hesitated for a moment, snagging the rest of the box of Jaffa Cakes off the table as you set off to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find him; he was further down the corridor, striding towards the room that he used when he stayed in the compound. Apparently, it wasn’t a good idea to drink and bi-frost, so quarters had been made available at the behest of King Valkyrie after a previous incident that both she and Thor refused to talk about.

You jogged to catch up with him, grasping hold of his arm.

“Thor? Are you okay?”

He whirled around, a look of pain across his face.

“I am fine. I just felt the urge to be alone.”

You didn’t believe him, and despite the difference in size and strength between you, you managed to steer him to the side of the corridor.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “Not buying it, Thunderpants. What’s given you the willies?”

“The what? No…” He wafted his hand at you. “Nothing upsets me. I am a God.”

His false bravado was equally unconvincing. Without really thinking, you took another Jaffa cake from the pack and took a bite out of it, running your assessing gaze over him. He looked back at you and then suddenly closed his eyes and gulped, a flush making its way up his throat.

“What?!”

Thor took in a deep breath before opening his eyes, the pained look back on his face.

“Please…”

“Please what, Thor? I know we aren’t the closest of friends, but we could change that…”

He moved then, as quick as the lightning he controlled, moving the pair of you, so it was now you against the wall, his body close, pinning you.

“I don’t want to be friends.” His voice was a low growl and your eyes widened in both shock and hurt. Did he hate you? What had you ever done to make him feel this way? You tried to push past him, but you couldn’t move his bulk.

“Then let me go, and I’ll never bother you again, your Highness.”

His eyes narrowed, and you realised he was watching your lips.

“I do not wish to do that either. You really have no idea, do you? I do not want to be friends, because I wish to be more. You have bewitched me. I see you, and all I want is to feel these lips - your lips - on mine.”

He raised his hand, as if he were about to touch your mouth and you couldn’t help the hitch in your breath.

“When you talk, little one, I would have all your words directed to me. When you eat, I wish it were me you were devouring. I want nothing more to feel you against me, so close neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins…You are a treasure to be worshipped. Min skatt.

His words wove an erotic spell and a whimper of need left your throat.

“Thor… I…

But he carried on as if you hadn’t spoken.

“But I know it’s impossible, and I am sorry for burdening you with my feelings, and…”

You’d heard enough and could no longer hold back. You cupped his face with your free hand, feeling his soft beard against your palm.

“Shut and kiss me, Thunderpants.” You didn’t wait for him to take in what you’d said, pulling him down and rising up on your toes to join your lips together. You heard him growl and you felt sparks shoot through you as you tasted each other. Thor pulled you impossibly closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck, barely registering the fact that he was now carrying you and walking down the corridor. In fact you only really noticed your change of venue when you felt yourself being lowered onto his mattress.

Thor broke the kiss and your eyes - that you hadn’t even realised you’d closed - fluttered open, to take in his stormy, lust filled gaze looking down on you.

“Tell me what you want, kjære. Be very clear now how far this can go, because I want all of you, but I will do as you wish.”

Realising you were still holding your now slightly crushed box of Jaffa cakes, you dumped it down next to you on the bed, so you could thread the fingers of both hands into Thor’s hair, bringing your faces so close together that your breath mingled.

“Make love to me, Thor. Make me yours.” You rubbed your nose up and down the side of his, feeling the tension in his arms where he hovered over your body. “Feel my lips where you wish, make them let loose sounds of ecstasy, for your ears alone.”

He initiated the next kiss, his mouth crashing onto yours, the bed dipping as he took his weight on his knees so he could help you shed your clothes and you could help him shed his. Two pairs of hands roamed, mapping naked skin, finding scars, muscle and soft flesh in equal measure. You pushed at him and he allowed you to roll him with a chuckle. You straddled his hips, feeling him nestled against you, but tried not to look…yet. Instead you focused on his chest and chiselled abs.

He really was built like a god…

His large hands were settled on your hips, just holding you gently, and he was looking up at you with an expression that let you know that he was holding himself back, letting you set the pace, even if it killed him. But you were feeling impish. Leaning to the side you grabbed your squashed snack box, pulling out a sorry looking Jaffa Cake. Tilting your head as though you were objectively studying him, you nibbled around the edge.

“So, the God of Thunder is obsessed with my mouth? My lips? Interesting…” You peeled the jelly off the cake base and placed it over one dusky nipple and the piece of cake over the other. You heard his intake of breath, saw his broad chest inflate and the bits of food move, and you giggled, before bending forward. You pressed kisses over the swell of one pectoral, moving closer and closer to the sponge. Flicking your eyes up to look at him, you snagged the cake off his skin, and when you had it in your mouth, you nipped at his pebbled peak.

“Skatt….” He growled it out, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“What?” You smiled back, mischievously, before swapping sides to lick up the chocolate covered orange jelly. “You wanted my mouth on you. Speaking of…”

You slid down him, his length gliding through your folds then up your stomach until you were eye to…well eye with it.

Oh my!

Yup. Definitely god-like…

You took him in your hand, aware of his ragged breath as tried to control his reactions. Your fingers and thumb couldn’t meet around his girth and you clenched on nothingness as you imagined how it would feel inside you. Locking gazes with him again, your tongue snuck out from between your lips and you licked across his tip. You moaned in tandem, before you licked him again, swirling around the head and then taking it into your mouth. You moaned again, the sound vibrating around Thor’s cock as you sought to take him as far into your mouth as you could.The feel of him, the weight, the taste. It was divine. You bobbed your head and stroked him and you felt Thor tremble beneath you.

“Enough!”

You squeaked, as he dragged you back up his body, and flipped you both over again. He captured one of your breasts in his mouth and you clung to him, writhing under his touch. His hand traced down your body, squeezing your hip briefly, before sliding into your folds, seeking the wetness there.

“Oh God!” How was it even possible that his touch felt this good? He swirled his finger around your entrance, teasing you like you’d teased him, before pressing it in. After a few thrusts he added a second and then a third, curling them and then spreading them and you clung to the sheets below you.

“Thor, please, I need you. Tease me and take it slow some other time.”

“As you wish…” He moved over you, cock in hand and notched it at the entrance to your weeping pussy. When he pushed in, you saw stars, your back arching. You heard him hiss as he held himself back as your channel clutched at him. Then he was rocking back and forth, feeding himself into you inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush to the back of your thighs and you could lock your legs around his sculpted waist.

His face hovered over yours and you pulled him to you, crashing your lips together again as he started to move with slow, steady strokes which allowed you to get used to his size. He felt as good as, no better than, you thought he would be and you moaned into his mouth. He increased his speed bit by bit and you both broke the kiss in order to concentrate on your spiralling pleasure. You pressed your mouth to the firm flesh below his collar bone, moaning into it and nipping at his flesh. Your hands were tangled in his blonde hair, twisting and pulling, revelling in the noises you pulled out of him. But it was the way his cock was pressing against your insides, rubbing you, stretching you that pushed you to the precipice.

“Thor, I’m gonna cum. Oh God! I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum, min skatt. Cum for me. I need to feel you as you do.”

A few more thrusts, with Thor pressing his body against your clit and you were crying out, repeating his name over and over, and shuddering in his arms as you milked his cock.

“Norns! I can’t hold back any more!

Thor pulled his cock from the clutch of your body, taking himself in hand and jerking himself, cumming with a groan, in thick white ropes across your lower abdomen. He dropped down next to you on the mattress, cuddling into your side, his face in the crook of your neck.

“Give me a few moments, kjære, then I will clean you up before making you shout my name again. It should be the only word on those lips of yours.”

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herogers · 9 months

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You're on what?

Team Present fill for @stevetonygames Bingo square: Dating app | 685w

Again this was meant to be a drabble but I keep getting carriedAWAY anyway enjoy this funny lil fic

“Where’s your phone?” Tony asks, flopping down on the couch next to Steve.

Steve shrugs, sipping his drink “I don’t know, think I left it in the kitchen somewhere, why?”

Tony rolls his eyes “I still need those photos you haven’t sent me, can I just go get it?”

“Sure, you know the password.”

Tony makes his way to the kitchen and finds Steve’s phone next to the coffee machine.

He puts in the passcode and searches Steve’s phone for the photos app, and as he swipes an unfamiliar icon catches his eye. His brow raises as it doesn’t look like your typical game app, not that cap ever bothers to download anything that wont aid him in work or art. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the app, his heart drops and confusion rises. “What the actual fuck?” he mutters, barely feeling his lips move in the shock that overtakes him.

He sees a profile, a dating profile Steve’s dating profile. His eyes roar with fire as he scrolls through it.

He marches to the lounge and is met with a smile from Steve,

“Wipe that smile off your face, Rogers. What the hell is this?” His voice frantic, frustration rushing so fast through him he barely notices Sam snickering on the other side of the couch.

“Oh, did you know about this? You didn’t think to tell me?”

“Wow wow wow, hey, Tony what’s going on?” Steve says getting up from the couch.

He shoves the phone at Steve’s chest “Why don’t you tell me?”

Steve frowns, taking the phone. “You're the one who told me to get into social media,”

Tony looks at him bewildered “To look at art, communicate to share, not to fuck around!" He says, hands flying through the air as he rants. "It took you so long to even kiss me now- ha, now you're advertising yourself to any asshole within a ten mile radius? And you think that was my idea?"

"What? Tony I-"

"Okay, alright my fun's over now." They get interrupted by Sam who still has tears of laughter lingering in his eyes.

"I set up the profile for him." He confesses with a grin.

Tony raises his eyebrow, still not amused. "What are you two the dudebros of the Avengers now?"

"Tony it's nothing like that at all, come on," Sam assures

"I'll admit I took this too far, but I did it to mess with cap, I thought eventually he'd pick up on what the app's about.. what I didn't count on though was you finding out, which just made it funnier, I'm sorry it just did." He starts laughing again.

Tony blushes his anger diffusing as it is quickly replaced by embarrassment.

"Cap m'sorry man, it was a dating app I set you up on, I thought it'd be a harmless prank on you but getting you in trouble," he looks at Tony with a smirk "Wasn't part of the plan."

Steve turns to glare at Sam "I'm getting you back for this."

"Understood." Sam pats Steve's shoulder. "I'll leave you both to it." He says before running off, hardly fighting that grin. Definitely going to tell Bucky all about his oh so hilarious prank.

Steve turns back to Tony and quirks his eyebrow up. "So, am I out of the dog house now?"

At this point Tony's pink cheeks have turned red. "I uh.." He chuckles lightly, looking down. "Guess I jumped the gun a little there."

Steve smiles and steps towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "For the record, even though we haven't officially talked about it. I still consider myself yours Tony."

That took the breath out of him.

"I have for a while." He murmurs.

Tony bites his lip and looks up at him. “Really?” He asks quietly.

Steve pulls his body closer and presses a tender kiss to his lips. “I’m all yours Tony, if you’ll have me.”

Tony grins and wraps his arms around his neck “Duh.” he whispers against his lips, kissing him again. “Now delete that fucking app.”

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grigori77 · 3 months

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 82

Holy shit ... botox has SHRUNK Samuel ... oh, a Zoltar Machine? Ah ... I see ... seriously, though, which mini Riegel is THIS?!!! He's definitely making a real great job of making his dad proud ... whoa ... crap, he's back ... honestly, I was kind of PREFERRING this new Sam ...

Come on Laura, it's the New Year, you should be fresh for this now ... nope, she's been distracted by the dice bag. Of course she has ...

Okay, so here we go AT LAST ... after what feels like a genuinely INTERMINABLE wait ... FINALLY they cliffhanger ends ...

A Warder? Of course there's a bloody Warder ...

High stealth! Phew ...

A large arcane thingy? What is it? We do not know ... hmmmmm ...

Boots of Haste AND Invisibility for Chetney ... this should be interesting ... go, tiny sneaky man!

Oh, so this is like a barracks, then? Okay ... is he taking a dump? Maybe ...

Diversion? Sounds like it has potential ...

CAN the robit see him? Unclear ...

Okay, so just rush him fast and subdue him, then? Hmmm ... or draw him out and drop him in the Hole? So which one?

Ah, look out for the Warder, guys! Stealth Check again ... holy fuck that is an impressive selection of rolls ...

So they're all in the tent ... with the guy ... intimidation for Imogen ... 10? Crap ... oh, go, Ashton ... 19! Much better ... he's gone ... so ... DID THAT work? Hmmm ...

Did Fearne suggest just MOVING the tent? Oh, you mean RIDE it into the Storm? What? That is a DUMB ARSE plan ...

Ah yes, the EMP device ... something sticky? FCG's sourdough starter? REALLY?!!!

Wow, they're actually TRYING this ... dexterity check for Chetney ... 19? What, he needs 20? How ... so ... DID that work, then?

Boom? Hmmm ...

Oh, so that DID work, then? Interesting ... and now there's an alarm raised ... oh, so here comes the Reiloran ...

Laudna makes Pate go invisible and go for the Reiloran and ... "Do a scuffle?" Huh?

Reiloran Juggernaut? Crap ...

Oh shit ... Pate is now STUCK ...

Wait ... make Fearne make an explosion and then PRETEND to get blown in the right direction? Really? That is ANOTHER terrible plan ...

NO!!! Pate is DEAD?!!! Noooooo ...

Crap, the thing's switching on again ... DO SOMETHING!!!

Blood Curse of Binding? Hmmm ...

And now Chetney's VISIBLE ... so he just ATTACKS!!! Okay, then ... triple hit ... 34 damage all together! Nice, Chet.

Imogen just pretends to STOP Chetney with her mind ... ah, a bluff! Okay ... she grabs him and drags him away before the Juggernaut can get him ... and she pretends to snap his neck? Okay ... NOW they have to make THAT look real ...

I cannot believe that actually WORKED ...

FCG drops Silence ... so we're committed, then ...

Imogen thinks into the Reiloran's head ... oh, another bluff? Oh boy ... now they're all pretending to be looking for invisible attackers ... a group deception check ... wow, Laura, that is SO BAD ... and Taliesin's 10 is NOT much better ...

Yeah, they just been rumbled, clearly ...

And now Laudna is being yanked through the air ... great! Orym, rescue time!

Wow ... they're all confused now and I am starting to follow them ...

Ashton SHOVES his closest opponent ... and the guy goes FLYING ... well, that's it, then ... so he's committed to THIS then ...

Imogen drops limp Chetney ... and bruises him ... tries to Shove the device with her Telekinesis instead ... and she CRUSHES the Reiloran while she's at it? Okay then ...

Time to run, then? Are they booking it? Okay ... making for the Bridge, then ...

So it's chaos, but getting through is still gonna be tricky ...

Oh, good point ... CAN THEY make Imogen look more like her mum?

Approaching patrol, then ... bluff, guys ...

Looks like Laudna and Orym just blew THIS bit of deception, then ... but they pass muster after all ... phew ...

Pass Without A Trace for the next one? Might be smarter ... okay, looks like they pulled THAT one off too ...

Arcane Eye? Cool ... a prisoner? Hmmm ... who's this, then? Laura thinks Matt meant the man had NO ARMS ... hmmmm ...

More Reilorans ... hmmm ... mandibles? Strange ... wait, genuinely like the Predator? Really?

They're going in to try and JUMP these guys, then? Hmmm ... best be QUICK about this ...

Chetney and Imogen go in ... "Shift change." Oh boy ...

Okay, that's 2 down, then ... 2 to go ... oh, Imogen's just trying to bluff through by being her mother's daughter ...

Okay, THAT bluff doesn't EXACTLY work out, but still ... oh, what the hell is CHETNEY doing? He's giving them a carving? And now he's WOLFING OUT on them ...

Okay then ...

Combat, then ... Roll Initiative! Cue Wizzkids plug ...

Chetney GRAPPLES the first guy and puts him between himself and the other ... oh yeah, this guy is COMPLETELY immobilised, nice ...

Orym rushes in and chucks a dagger right at thd head of Chetney's prisoner. Thunk! Ouch ... not too much, but ow even so ...

Oh, so the mandibles are just decorative, then ...

The Reiloran Shrike leys its chains down and Telekinetically chucks it at Imogen? Fuck ... like Scorpion in Mortal Kombat ... and she gets DRAGGED at it, then ... crap ...whoa, 21 points of damage overall? Fuck, Matt!

Chetney's opponent tries to do the same while attempting to break free ... strength check for Chetney, which he SUCCEEDS!!! Yes ... tries to break free PHYSICALLY ... and he beats it AGAIN!!! So it just tries to attack him as is ... and this time DOES do damage ... oof ...

Chetney breaks his grapple and just gets to SLASHING ... ooh, BURNY damage ...

In comes Fearne ... she charms one, no, BOTH ... nice ... so now they see her as a FRIEND ... so ... is she gonna BLUFF her way through this? Could she just DEFUSE this situation? Maybe not ... hmmmm ...

Imogen uses Telekinesis to grab the one Shrike, slam him into the ceiling and then into his friend ...and it works? Nice ... boom! 9 points, then another 5 of damage ... but the other one at least manages to dodge away ... but she still has hold of the first ... so dhe just sends a Lightning Bolt through the pair of them! Wow ...

Oh, this is gonna HURT ... that's A LOT of dice ... THIRTY POINTS of Lightning Damage? Bloody hell ...

Ashton is still outside, spots more Vanguard coming ... short time, then ... he Rages and runs inside ... ooh, Chaos Burst? Sweet ... flicks his hammer into a portal and just DROPS IT onto the first Shrike ... 18 points of damage? CRUNCH ... oh, that one is DEAD ... Nice ... he jumps into a portal himself and drops onto the other one WITH the hammer ... 19 points of damage ... POW!!!

Laudna pokes her head in and takes 3 shots Eldritch Blast? Hmmm ... okay ... 15, 13, 7 ... HDYWTDT!!! Nice ... she blows a hole right through his chest a la Death Becomes Her ...

Into the Hole with all but one, then ... maybe not with the amount of time they have ... just Shove it into the corner and just try and BLUFF IT, then ...

Stealth Check! With PWAT, at least ...

They just RUN PAST anyway ... so that was a waste of effort, then ...

The prisoner is unconscious ... FCG casts Spare the Dying, then checks him over. First level Cure Wounds for 5 points. Okay.

This guy bears the Symbol of the Lawbringer. Interesting ... Ishto from Eshanandor. They were attempting to make their way through to the Bridge, but couldn't make it through the Protective Sigils? Great ... not good news ...

Yeah, he's free now. Are they gonna take him with them, then?

Whispers? Okay, then ... what are you learning, Ashley AND Liam?

Fearne loots the Reiloran's chain flails ... cool ... she gives one to Ishto.

Okay, time to move then once FCG heals him a bit more. Oh yeah, disguises might be good ... all right, shackles to fake it if they HAVE TO ...

See Invisibility ... okay then, Chet ...

Into the bottom of the Site ... the final push, then? Okay then ...

And it's time for a break ...

Heading through the battlefield, then ... bluff their way through? Is that it?

Lots of cover, then ... could be they could just SNEAK IT IN ...

No glowing glyphs so far ... hmmm ...

SUMMON a Reiloran to help them bluff their way through? That is actually a REALLY GOOD idea ... okay, which to pick, then?

Oh, Planerider Rhyn? Good point ...

A Hexmind? Hmmmm ... is this a GOOD pick? Whoa ... Fearne is having some effect on this Summoning too? Cool ... oh, a FEMALE? Intriguing ...

Last Crusade? What are you PLANNING, Matthew? Chetney steps into something ... oh, a glyph? Crap ... thank fuck that didn't QUITE take ... okay, don't let THAT happen again, guys!

Have they given themselves away? No ... that was CLOSE ...

Still being stealthy, then ...

Wait ... they TOOK the petrified form of Rhyn? Bastards ...

So there's clearly a bit of a gauntlet to run for this final bit? Oh ... MASSIVE Battlemap this time ... oh yeah, we remember THIS place ...

Oh, so the Hexmind is on THEIR side, AGAINST the other Reilorans. That's pretty helpful ...

Oh crap ... new arrivals ... SERIOUS looking, it would seem ... OTOHAN?!!! Crap ...

Holy shit ... how the FUCK did she do THAT?!!! I mean as long as she stays gone ... still, there's still the others ...

They need a plan. FAST!!! Tick tick people!

Chetney sneaks in to get a close up look at the big balista ... could work ... is this the plan, then? Distraction?

Sneaky sneaky heading in then ... crap! Glyph! No! Orym! His arm is STUCK!!! No! Help him, guys! FCG casts Greater Restoration on him ... oh boy ... that was REAL close ...

Prepping a bunch of spells ready for attack, then ... ready to throw a bunch of destruction all at once. Hmmm ...

Okay, so what's all THIS gonna do, then? Big badda boom ... wow, that looks REALLY IMPRESSIVE, actually ... Nice effective distraction, definitely, that looks like it might well have worked ...

Yeah, they arejust BOLTING. Approaching the Reiloran, Imogen preps a Blinding spell ... which doesn't take! Crap ... sends her own Reiloran to intercept instead ...

And now it's a fight! Crap ... Roll Initiative again, then ...

Orym uses his Flea Boots to quick sale a building, then holds his Bait And Switch ...

Chetney jumps in behind one of the Warders ... fumbles his landing as he does it ... oof ... holds there, then, but opens Turmoil. Sends a Shatter spell at one of the random guys ...

Imogen sends her Reiloran to do as she does, so they both Psychic Lance the other Reiloran ... NICE!!! Only half, but that is A LOT of dice ... 14 damage from her ... 13 from the Reiloran! Okay, that's pretty sweet ...

FCG rolls up under the house, then Misty Steps up to the roof. Scramble the Dead? Cue dial-up modem noise ... 20 points of damage from a cantrip? That's pretty sweet ...

Shit ... word's out, then ...

The Reiloran takes a Psychic Slam on Orym ... 14 points of Psychic damage ... oh, that sounds ROUGH ... and Orym falls OFF the roof ... ow! And now at Ishto as well ... 12 points to him ... and also shoved off ... ON TOP of Orym! Oh, the indignity ... 11 more points to both ... and now Ishto is at ONE HIT POINT!!!

Laudna Eldritch Blasts the bitch ... and Marisha rolls SUPER bad ... but TWO hit even so ... 13 and 8 in damage ... a bit, but not a huge amount ...

Ashton is now RAGING again ... he surges for the tower, gets close to Letters ... holds the activation of his hammer ...

Warder coming in now ... trying to pull some of the structure up, then ... the other one attempts to attack Chetney, but misses ... second one HITS, though ... 19 bludgeoning damage and ALMOST knocks him down ...

Fearne makes a Mirthful Leap onto the structure the Warder's trying to pull down ... Polymorphs the Juggernaut into a POSSUM!!! Holy shit ... that is SO indignant. She grabs it snd just starts petting it, and it is DEEPLY confused ...

She could jump RIGHT INTO the Bridge right now if she wanted to ...

Reiloran atrack on Chetney that he MOSTLY manages to just shrug off ... almost contemptuous ...

Oh thank fuck ... Fearne is NOT shot off her tower ...

Ashton takes a big shot ... ouch ... it goes RIGHT THROUGH him and he barely even ACKNOWLEDGES it ...

Ishto just BARELY dodges an attack that just NICKS Orym on the miss. Ofym jumps away from it and starts climbing again ... Action Surge! Bait and Switch with Fearne, protecting her now.

Chetney tries to escape from the Warder ... takes a hit, but he still manages to get loose and open the distance ... jumps up onto the crawler instead, and tries to shoot the Reiloran down with it. Is he smart enough? Just about ... just a glancing shot so half damage ... 43 down to 21 in damage, then ...

While it's distracted, Imogen attacks, losing her Reiloran but grappling her enemy with Telekinesis ... battle of wills! She rolls 10, he gets 13 ... balls! So no joy, then ... she Quickens and launches a Mind Sliver, but this doesn't hit either ... nuts!

FCG really can't do much of anything, it seems ... so he just starts climbing to get between the others ... so he's gonna shoot at it ... VOMITING a screaming Guiding Bolt at the Reiloran? Interesting ... Third Level ... 6 D6 ... that's suite a lot of Radiant Damage ... then he keeps climbing up to the Bridge ... the others tell him to just GO ... so he let's go and makes the leap and is GONE ...

Ishto is battered TO FUCK but he still just grapples the fighter in front of him. Divine Smite! Nice ... 35 points of Radiant Damage ...

Sam, what the actual FUCK are you doing with your flask this time?

Wow, Ishto just DESTROYED that guy ...

The Reiloran tries to Dominate Orym ... he tanks his response, but tries Indomitable ... oh nice, that reroll SAVES HIM. So it tries to Telekinetically Shove Fearne instead ... but she just SHRUGS IT OFF ... Thank fuck ...

Laudna Spiderclimbs her way up to the Bridge while simultaneously blasting three Eldritch Blasts at the Reiloran, two hit ... 15 then 11 damage! Nothing spectacular, but it still does SOME damage ... then at Imogen's urging and throws herself in. "You'd better be right behind me!" she responds as she goes.

Ashton disengages his hammer, hits a Chaos Burst, runs up the stairs, grabs Orym and before he can protest chucks him in. Then he shoves Fearne in, then jumps in after ...

Matt has Ashley roll for dexterity ... nope, no grab of the possum for HER as she goes, then ... but the possum goes in with her, at least ...

The Warder shoves the ruin onto Chetney's crawler ... crap ... he BARELY makes it out from under, at least, but still takes a more hit and now he's PRONE. The other Warder TRIES to chuck the Juggernaut at the Bridge but instead misses and instead it gets REALLY hurt on its fall.

Chetney makes the best dash he can to get up to Imogen ...

Imogen grabs hold of his arm, pulls the Dimension Door scroll out and reads it ... using it to teleport into the very base of the Bridge ... snd they're GONE!!!

Everybody makes it through ... thank the gods ...

Boom ... they land ... everything's red ... dusty, stormy ... the sky is full of stars, snd Exandria hangs in the sky ...

They're there. On Ruidus ...

And that's it for tonight ...

Fuck, that was exhausting ... but they made it ... no matter what happens next ...

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