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Camping Shenanigans

Summary: You like both brothers and you decide to go camping for Sam's birthday.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI , implied smut, kissing, fluff

Word count: 4.9k

Note: Not beta read. It has been sitting in my drafts for months. Enjoy!

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"Camping? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Dean, it's my birthday," Sam answered.

"It was my idea," you chimed in as Dean shot you a death stare. "Kinda," You added.

***

It wasn't actually your idea. You just asked Sam a simple question:

“What’s something you always wanted to do but never had a chance to do it?”

He said camping.

"Why do you ask?"

"Your birthday is coming soon!" You told him and stuffed your face with some scrambled eggs you decided to have that morning.

"So?" Sam was a bit confused. He never really cared much about his birthday.

"Let's do something fun for your birthday. Every year is the same; Dean celebrates his birthdays hammered and dodging STDs like bullets, my birthdays are depressing because I'm always broke or sad or both, and yours…it's like you don't have birthdays."

"So,do you wanna go camping for my birthday?"

"Yes! And we can celebrate in nature with lots of alcohol."

"I mean sure, but Dean's gonna –"

"Oh fuck what Dean says he's coming too."

***

"Kinda?!"

"It will be fun Dean, besides spending time in nature will be good for you," Sam said.

"Actually, concerning amount of booze and chicks with daddy issues are the only two things that are good for me, not this!" He still kept protesting.

"You're going, Dean!" Sam told him.

"Fine, but if a snake bites me, I'm shaving your head!"

"Yeah, yeah! Pack a bag, we're going tomorrow morning!"

"TOMORROW MORNING?!" Dean’s voice went an octave higher.

"Yeah, and I'm driving!" Sam smirked.

"Not a chance," Dean simply said before taking a sip of beer.

You and Sam found a wonderful campsite in Greenheart National Park in Wyoming and decided to book it, long before telling Dean. Two nights under the stars in the middle of nowhere sounded wonderful, but Dean still wasn't impressed. Even after telling him, it wasn't a traditional campsite – it had toilets, outdoor showers and all-inclusive breakfast, lunch and dinner – he still wasn't impressed. Dean being Dean - he was protesting and whining, right until you actually sat in his car and he started the engine. He didn't like the idea, but it was Sam's birthday tomorrow and he would go to the ends of the Earth for his little brother.

The drive was long and seemed endless. Between trying to get comfortable, taking a nap, listening to music and eating snacks because of boredom, you couldn’t wait to spend time in nature and watch the stars. Sam was visibly excited, asking Dean every two hours where you were, explaining how to set up a tent, telling fun statistics about bear attacks which made Dean a bit uneasy. Sam’s inner child was slowly healing and yours was just happy to tag along. Dean's on the other hand…his inner child just wanted to get back to bed.

“This is going to be fun!” You laughed. “Dean, get ready to fight bears!”

“Shut your mouth!”

*****

After approximately 13 hours you finally arrived, far away from civilization. Everything was green, the sky was blue and the air was fresh. It was almost 9pm and even though it was May, it was a bit chilly.

"You will all get your tents, feel free to set up anywhere you like, but please don't go far away from the station," The bold man was speaking, aka the owner. He was a middle-aged man, very athletic and taller than Sam. Nice obnoxious smile too. "Dinner is in an hour and if anyone has to shower, showers and toilets are behind the gazebo. We will start the bonfire at 11pm if you wanna join. I'm making some good ol' homemade chips. Hope you enjoy your stay and please if you have any questions, concerns, I'm here."

"He seems nice," You whispered.

"Yeah, and bold," Dean added, clearly trying to sound funny. He tried and failed.

“He might be bold, but next to him you’re just a scrawny little bitch,” you clapped back, hoping it would sting him.

“Ouch!” It did.

Sam laughed.

*****

“So, do you want to share a tent?” You asked the brothers as they shared a look of concern.

“Well…” Sam started, but was unable to finish his thought.

“Mmm..” Dean too.

They didn’t like the idea, so naturally you decided to go with it and ask the owner to give you the biggest tent he could find. “For the three of you?” The guy asked, pointing a finger at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. You were the last one to get your tent. Some people already found their spot and set up theirs.

“Yes, the biggest one please. I don’t wanna be suffocated by these two.”

The guy chuckled. “Roger that!” He then went into the storage room and started rummaging through his things. After a minute he came back holding a large black bag. “Here you go!” He said and tossed it to Sam. “That will do!” He also gave you three sleeping bags and you were off.

“Thank you so much!” You said.

****

You found your spot far away from people next to a pine tree that was sticking out from the rest of the forest that was behind you. The hill was beautiful, grass perfectly cut, the sky covered in stars like freckles scattered all over, while the air felt colder than an hour ago.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Dean said, trying to see which part of the tent goes where, while you used the flashlight on your phone to guide him.

“Let me!” Sam said and gathered all the poles in one pile. He read a thing or two about different types of tents and recognized you got the one with a porch aka ‘the fancy one’.

“Well happy birthday Sammy!” You told him. “Congratulations on being one year closer to death!”

“Wow (Y/N), you sure know how to make a man feel like crap!” Dean scoffed.

“What’re you talking about Dean? I praise him all the time. Both of you!”

“Yeah, praise my ass!”

“You do have a great ass!” You winked at him. Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms looking offended.

Sam laughed at your joke. “Thank you, but it’s not midnight yet!” ***

An hour later, Sam finally set up the tent and Dean was already on his second beer. This campsite was known for having unlimited amounts of booze and Dean was one happy camper when he found that out. Meanwhile Sam was really proud of himself for setting up his first tent. It was spacious and brand new. When you put the sleeping bags in, you realized you were going to get squished by the brothers. The tent was big, but not big enough.

You liked that idea, considering your long history of liking both of them and not being able to decide. It had been over ten years and you still couldn’t decide. They both had qualities you desired in a man and were special in their own way. Sam’s height and intelligence made you want to climb him like a tree and never get down, while Dean’s perfect smile and snarky humor made you want to make him whimper under you. They were childhood friends and lived across the street, and since your parents liked to hang out you would see them almost every weekend.

Once they moved across the country you still stayed in touch - texted and called every once in a while, but your heart was aching for them. You missed them dearly. It all fell into place once you saw Sam one random Monday morning on campus at Stanford and your shenanigans started again. Dean decided more education was too much for his brain, so he opened a small music store in San Diego and was doing surprisingly well. You started hanging out again, going to pubs, having movie nights, game nights…

You and Sam would also visit Dean and everything seemed to make sense once again. You were like three peas in a pod – same but slightly different.

Over the years you learned how to ignore your feelings and push those thoughts away, and yet sometimes you'd catch your stomach flipping every time they would bring up past relationships or flings. They both didn't want to settle down, and while you liked the idea of it, you were picky and hadn’t found someone who was worthy of you to settle down with.

"Shower and alcohol?" You asked Sam, since Dean had already showered and was now on his third beer.

"Yes please."

Showering in nature was a first for you. You thought you were going to freeze but surprisingly even though you did, it felt amazing on your skin. You enjoyed the wind making you shiver.

“How was it, Sam?” You said, stepping out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Sam actually took the time and got dressed in the wooden shower cabin.

“Cold.” He answered, his voice shivering. His wet hair was slick back, a blue shirt accentuating his muscles, while the gray sweatpants he wore particularly outlined his cock, making it hard to focus.

The things I’d do to that man are ungodly and borderline illegal.

SNAP OUT OF IT!

“And refreshing,” You added.

“You should get dressed before you get sick.”

“Okay, mother!” You rolled your eyes and went back to the tent.

Anything for you, handsome!

***

Dinner was delicious – Dutch oven mac and cheese. Everybody got one big full plate and it was better than you could imagine; very salty and cheesy.

It was nice to sit and look at the bonfire while eating your favorite childhood meal but soon you just wanted to get away from the people and loud noise. You stuck around for a few minutes, watching the fire and chatting with a few nice girls you met while waiting for dinner before your social battery completely died. You excused yourself and left. You weren’t in the mood for small talk anymore – Sam and Dean were a lot better at it than you and they were a lot more social too. You decided to watch from afar and sit on the porch swing that was looking directly at the bonfire surrounded by people having a great time. You were sipping your beer watching the fire go wild as the bold guy threw a few branches, making it stable enough to actually start making his homemade chips in the skillet. You felt like a kid again. The beer was just enough to relax you even though the taste wasn't the best. The stars decided to shine that night, while the crescent moon was too shy to show its whole face.

“Having fun over there?” You heard a familiar voice and saw a shadow of a person approaching you. It was Dean.

“Yeah, just don’t feel like talking to people,” you told him.

He sat down next to you and put his beer bottle next to yours. You exchanged looks in semi- complete darkness and made a toast.

“Cheers!”

“Happy birthday to Sam!” You said, looking at Sam who was talking to a guy much shorter than him.

“I swear it was yesterday he was learning how to walk,” Dean told you.

“You sound like my mother,” You chuckled.

Your mind was getting tired and since the swing was made out of wood, you were struggling to get comfortable. Your head decided to rest on his shoulder as you took a sip of your beer, eyes still on Sam. Your hands wrapped around his arm as you lifted your legs on the swing. His arm was firm and he smelled too good for your own good – something between leather and pines surrounding you. He seemed to be tense though, or at least that was what you thought.

“Dean, I don’t bite, unless you want me to! Relax!”

You couldn’t see but he just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m relaxed!”

“Well damn, you have been working out then!” You decided to compliment him. As much as you loved roasting him, making him feel good was also important to you.

“Not so bad for a scrawny little bitch, huh?”

“Shut up!”

***

The night was growing cold and you were getting tired. You didn't know the time, since your phone was back in the tent, but one thing you knew – it was time to go to sleep. The Winchesters were having a great time lingering in the crowd so you decided to leave them to have their fun and go to sleep.

"Guys, I'm gonna go hit the sack!" You shouted from afar, since you saw, they were talking to someone – a man you didn't know and didn't want to know.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I'm tired! Good night, guys!"

"Good night!" They said in sync.

You snuggled up in your sleeping bag, shivering from the cold and realized; since you were sleeping on the ground you won't be able to get one hundred percent comfortable so the only logical thing was to take melatonin for sleep. That magic pill could make any surface feel like clouds and on top of that made you actually have nice dreams, since you didn't dream as much.

You took one pill and chugged a good amount of water. You were out in about 45 minutes.

***

Sam's lips were on your neck, kissing, biting, making you shiver; while Dean's lips went lower and lower. You didn't know which name to moan first, hell, you didn't know where you were, but it was blissful and a whole lot of sinful.

Dean's lips reached your panties and before he moved them to the side, he placed a kiss making you squirm. Sam's large hands were playing with your breasts while he couldn't separate his lips from your neck.

As soon as Dean's tongue touched your throbbing clit, you arched your back in pleasure. He was slow, and with the combination of Sam's rough kisses, your body was overwhelmed and feeling nothing but intense pleasure.

"Dean!" You whispered. “Dean!”

"(Y/N)?" Dean mumbled, his eyes half open, even though he couldn't see shit.

"Sam! Fuck!" This time, a whisper, sounding more like a light moan of his brother's name.

"You kiddin'?" He was now fully awake and fully aware you were in fact not trying to wake him up.

"So good!"

"I'll be damned!" He whispered, not really sure what to do. Sam wasn't saying a word so he figured he was in a coma since he had too many beers a few hours ago. You were squished between them but somehow ended up being closer to Dean so he decided to snap you back to reality.

"(Y/N)!" He whispered, this time a little bit louder. "Wake the hell up!" He said, trying to shake you to wake you up.

"Huh, what?" You finally mumbled as he violently pulled you back to reality. It took you a couple of seconds to realize it was, all in fact, just a dream.

"You snore like a buzzsaw!" He lied.

"Oh sorry!"

And without saying anything else, you both went to sleep. It took Dean a couple of minutes though, since he couldn't stop thinking about what he heard.

Dirty girl.

Was the last thing he thought before passing out.

****

The next morning you woke up well rested but in pain. Your body felt stiff until you stretched and actually got out of the tent. It was cold during the night, the air was fresh, but with the first rays of the sun came the heat, and you weren’t awoken by the sound of your alarm, it was the heat and stuffy air. When you looked at your phone, it was almost eight in the morning and time for breakfast. You were alone in the tent, Sam and Dean were already up. You got your toothbrush and toothpaste and went to do your business. You couldn't stop thinking about the damn dream. It was too vivid for your own good. The way Dean kissed you with his perfect full lips, Sam’s hands on your hot skin, their moans, groans and big girthy co-

“Good morning, princess,” you heard Dean say as you waited in line to get your breakfast sandwich, still sleepy. He wasn’t a morning person whatsoever so hearing him sound this jolly was strange.

“Morning,” you didn’t even bother to look at him as you turned around and went to find a place to sit. People were already chatting, having their morning coffees and enjoying the fresh air, while you struggled to exist. It was too early to think, too early to speak and too early to be a human.

Dean followed you after he poured himself another cup of freshly made black coffee.

You lazily opened your sandwich from the wrapper and took a first bite; ham, cheese, ketchup, lettuce…usual stuff. It was a little dry for your taste buds, but it wasn’t bad.

“How did you sleep?” Dean asked, sitting next to you.

“Like a baby,” You mumbled, chewing. You could feel his eyes on you, as you turned to look at him, he was indeed staring back at you with a little smirk on his face. “What?”

“Oh I bet you slept real good,” he teased. His deep and raspy voice was too close to your left ear, sending shivers down your spine, all over your body. You ignored it.

“What are you implying, Winchester?” You asked, genuinely confused, not really thinking about…oh. OH! You remembered. The dream. Maybe he heard you mumbling in your sleep. Do I sleep talk? You still played dumb.

“Dream a little dream of me and Sammy, eh?” His smirk was still there, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You replied. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went Dora the explorer around the park.”

Sam was both night and day. He enjoyed both darkness and light. The darkness was for reading and the light was for hiking and jogging.

After you finished breakfast, you poured yourself a cup of coffee that was now lukewarm. It still tasted like coffee when it touched your lips and still gave you that kick you needed.

Dean was still keeping you company for some reason, he was close, too close and kind of getting on your nerves. You had a feeling he wanted to ask you something but swallowed all the words in the English language. You assumed what he was curious about, you just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. We are our egos after all, and in time we learn how to tame that part of ourselves and not let it control us. You weren’t going to blush and get flustered in front of Dean Winchester.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked.

“Did you dream about sleeping with me and Sam?” Dean evidently didn’t register your question. And he finally found the words. You choked on your coffee not expecting to be hit with a question. You didn’t expect that kind of question.

“You did!” He said as his face lit up in a second.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

He was a child. A man-child. He wasn’t going to let it go, not until you confessed. Sighing in frustration, you calmly put down your coffee-stained mug and looked him in the eyes. They were beautiful, greener than the forest around you.

“I did,” you confessed.

“Yeah, I know I heard you,” he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. He was beautiful but you still wanted to punch him in the face.

“Can I drink my coffee in peace now, please?”

“Yes, you may, sinner.”

The embarrassment you felt disappeared as soon as you saw Sam coming back from his little, to quote Dean, ‘Dora the Explorer’ adventure, all sweaty and ready for a shower. You weren’t embarrassed, you were horny.

“Morning!”

“Morning Sam!” You spoke.

“Sleep well?”

“Oh yeah, you bet she did!” Dean told him. You rolled your eyes.

Sam gave him a confused look not getting the joke. He doesn’t know.

“Awful, your brother kept making happy noises all night,” you lied. Figured you would get back at him for being a dick. Dean’s mouth slightly opened.

“Dude, gross!” Sam’s reaction was more than welcome considering Dean hadn’t stopped annoying you ever since you had a bite of that dry sandwich. Once he left to shower, you turned to his older brother.

“Don’t fuck with me!”

***

The day was cloudy and cold. Some people were playing board games and listening to music, some were reading their favorite books, while others went to explore the national park. You immersed yourself in the book you were currently reading, while Sam and Dean played Monopoly under the kitchen gazebo that wasn’t just a kitchen, it had a space for everything; space where you could sit and relax, a table, and two couches placed right across each other. A multipurpose gazebo: kitchen, dining room and a living room. Well, Sam was teaching Dean how to play and Dean was losing and cursing every few minutes.

“You were never good with money, Dean!” You chuckled, eyes still on the page you were reading.

“And you’re loud!” He sassed. You lifted your head to look at him and he just gave you a wink. You knew damn well why.

You elected to ignore it.

Soon enough, it was lunch time: delicious goulash and for dessert, a slice of apple pie.

“Warrior food!” Dean said, stuffing his mouth.

He wasn’t wrong. The food was fresh and absolutely delicious.

“Do you guys want to play volleyball after we eat?” Sam asked.

“You’re joking?” Dean lifted his eyebrow. “I don’t do sports and I especially don’t do sports after lunch.”

“Grandpa!” You said and told Sam to count you in.

A few minutes later, the bald, good-looking dude came to say there was going to be another party, from 7pm to when everybody goes to sleep. He also said there was going to be lots and lots of alcohol considering it was a goodbye party. Dean was excited, you were too busy reading your book and Sam finally bankrupted his older brother.

You ended up playing volleyball with Sam for almost two hours. He asked the bald guy if they had any volleyballs after lunch and the guy was more than happy to be of service. There was a small chunk of land which they turned into a volleyball court, far away from people who were hanging out around the gazebo and far away from Dean who decided to take a nap after eating too many slices of pie.

“Are you enjoying your birthday so far, Sammy?” You asked as you served him the ball which, he slammed a little too hard and it flew across your head.

“Oops!” He said with an awkward smile. “Best one so far!”

“Told you!” You raised your voice going a few steps away from the court to get the ball.

As you were playing and growing tired, you couldn't help but notice how tight his black t-shirt was, perfectly hugging his body as he started to sweat. His hair still a little damp, slick back and tucked behind his ears, his lower lip between his teeth trying to concentrate on the ball in the sky – the man was simply gorgeous. It was hard to concentrate on the damn game when your mind wandered.

How does his lips taste? Does he have a big dick? Probably. The man is huge. FOCUS!

So many questions and no wins.

After losing 3:0, you decided to take a shower and get ready for the party. You were in the mood to drink and not get nervous around both brothers.

It was getting cold, so after a quick cold shower, you decided to wear your favorite pair of gray sweats and a very old Led Zeppelin hoodie your dad gave you a long time ago.

People already started drinking by the time you finished getting ready.

"Hey, nice hoodie you got there!" Dean commented as soon as he saw you. One of the things you absolutely adored about Dean was his awesome music taste. You were both old schools.

"You've seen me in this at least a hundred times Dean!" You chuckled.

"And every time I'm going to tell you how awesome it is," he said proudly. "Where's Sam?"

"Showering."

"Again?"

"Yeah, you know Dean, after physical activity you get all sweaty and gross," you told him and took a paper cup filled with red wine from the table under the gazebo. Suddenly, the familiar melody of Toxic by Britney Spears blasted through the speakers.

"It was sweaty and gross alright," Dean joked and like always, you rolled your eyes, and took a sip of the wine. It wasn't too sweet and definitely was cheap considering how watered down it was.

***

After three cups, you grabbed your fourth one as your vision started to blur. Your thoughts were scrambled, between being nervous because of Dean's annoying teasing, and not giving a flying fuck about anything and just wanting to let loose, but there was a sense of tranquility in them. You loved the idea of him knowing your dirty thoughts, and you loved even more watching Sam being simultaneously confused and stunning while listening to you two bicker. The alcohol wasn't helping you. The undying need to be in a delicious Winchester sandwich only grew stronger with each sip…

You saw Sam coming from the toilet after the shower and something in you snapped. You swallowed nervously before chugging the rest of the wine and decided to toss all the fucks you had out the window.

“Hey, handsome!” You said, seeing his face change from content to a little nervous. You'd never called him that.

“Hey!” Was all he could muster.

“In the mood for a drink?”

“Sure,” he said. “But only one, and I'm out. I’m tired.”

“Okie dokie.”

Sam's drink of choice was beer. Dean was somewhere in the crowd, nowhere in your sight. Perfect.

“Cheers!” He said. No matter how big or small his smile was, his dimples would always show on his cheeks and you found it adorable. He was adorable and his lips were much more kissable after almost four cups of wine.

“Cheers,” you smiled back. “To you Sammy!”

“I didn't tell you but you're a solid volleyball player.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A solid player? Really? You won 3:0.”

“Well, yeah because you're short, and for some reason your focus was nonexistent but your serve was excellent.”

“I'm short?” You weren't offended by any means, he was in fact much taller than you, but still surprised he said it so bluntly.

“Short and sweet?” He corrected himself with an awkward smile before taking another sip of his beer.

“Sweeter than sugar, sugar,” you didn't know where that came from. It sounded kind of lame, you thought, so you quickly changed the subject. “And my focus was nonexistent because of your sorry ass.” You said before playfully tapping him on his shoulder.

“Me?”

Something about the innocence of that man made you absolutely feral. You had a feeling he wasn't so innocent behind closed doors. The idea of his lips on yours didn't want to leave your mind as your eyes couldn't stop staring at him with pure, drunken adoration.

“(Y/N)?”

You wanted to speak but something told you to not use a single word of the English language. Instead, you pulled him by his black hoodie and crashed your lips on his. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away, his body was stiff for a few seconds before letting go and deepening the kiss, making you balance yourself on your tiptoes. You felt him cup your left cheek with his free hand as you bit his lower lip, earning a moan from him. His nose crashed against yours, tasting alcohol mainly from your lips, Sam felt his cock getting hard. It hit him that he was wearing gray sweatpants so naturally that was a sign to pull away. People around you were too busy singing ABBA songs to give a fuck.

“Well…” Sam said, not knowing where his thoughts were as he instinctively looked down and saw the outline of his cock. “Crap.”

Your gaze followed and you were happy it did. He was big, bigger than you'd imagined.

"Sammy, is that a gun or you're just happy to see me?” You winked. That was horrible.

“Shut up,” he sassed back, giving you a bitch face he would always give to Dean.

He covered his groin with his hands, looking around awkwardly to see if anyone was looking. Of course they weren't. Everybody was either drunk or high or both.

Suddenly Sam's gaze was fixed behind you as he visibly clenched his jaw. You turned around and of course it was Dean.

“Oh there you are!” You said with enthusiasm and kissed him, pulling him closer by his jacket.

Sam was stunned, while you could feel Dean smiling before kissing you back and letting you put your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the softness of his puffy lips on yours. He was a lot gentler than Sam – more innocence but still the same amount of passion.

When you finally broke away, your drunk self just mumbled, “You two are irresistible.”

Sam was still visibly confused while Dean couldn't stop smiling.

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angel-gone-south · 7 months

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Stan’s Gang, Craig’s Gang, Scott M., Girls, Pip, Damien, Gregory, Christophe, and Gary x GN!Reader: Comfort

For those of you going through something. High school implied. Trying out something, lemme know what you think

listened to: snap out of it - arctic monkeys, no surprises - radiohead, all’s well that ends - rainbow kitten surprise, ykwim? - yot club, birdbath - gezebelle gaburgably, meteor shower - cavetown

CW: Drug/alc ment, abuse ment, cigarettes

Stan Marsh

When you showed up at his window sobbing, three in the morning, well… he knew it wasn’t good. He hauled you in, immediately embracing you in a hug. Despite the smell of pot and alcohol mixing with his cologne, you held him as tight as you could. You couldn’t be bothered to care as you buried your snotty, tear-soaked face into his wide shoulders. He hushed you and lifted you easily by your thighs. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, setting you down and soothing you while he went to shut the window. The football player laid down, pulling you on top of him so he could play with your hair and rub your back.

You didn’t need to say anything for him to hold you.

Kyle Broflovski

He’s like his mother. His first instinct was to fix it, make the problem go away so you could stop crying. But as he went to spitball ideas with his friends, you grabbed him by the sleeve. His head turned to you and his heart broke at your expression. He knew you were desperate, and he got it. Finally, he understood what you wanted from him. Comfort. So, he picked you up, right there in the hallway. He took you outside, on the school’s front steps where nobody was during lunch. He set you in his lap, and buried his face in your shoulder, whispering the sweetest of everythings in your ear.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad.

Kenny McCormick

You’d brushed him off all day, which was extremely unlike you. His every attempt at catching your attention fell flat, and you were out of it. When he pulled you into the janitor’s closet (something far too usual for the two of you), he saw how dull your eyes were. He pulled down his parka hood and unzipped it, draping it over your smaller form. When you looked up at him his rough hands were instantly cupping your face with the gentlest of touches. He murmured softly, bringing your foreheads to touch as his hands slid down your arms and held your waist. He pressed soft kisses along the bridge of your nose, up to your forehead and scalp where he silently left millions.

He would do anything to let you know you were loved.

Eric Cartman

Eric was never a sappy, comforting guy. Especially when he was woken up at eight in the morning on a lazy Sunday. But when he saw your trembling form on his porch once he escaped from his yawn, he immediately stepped aside to allow you access to his home. The place (and he) smelled of cinnamon as he picked you up princess style to bring you to his large, soft mattress. He cradled your head in his chest, the soft sunlight from his blinds spilling over the two of you. He tugged a blanket up, fingers coming soothingly through your hair. The two of you laid there for a bit before drifting off.

The world and your problems could wait.

Butters Stotch

Butters was sure he would get his ass thoroughly beat for this. But he was completely sure it wouldn’t matter to him. He had to know you were safe. He ran across the neighborhood, hopping your backyard fence and scrambling up your treehouse’s ladder that was beginning to dampen with dew. He panted as he practically tackled you, and you clung to him. You’d sounded so distressed on the phone it’d made his core ache. He managed to coax you from the cold into the warmth of your bed. When he went to go, your hand softly gripped his wrist and you whimpered: a plea for him to stay. He sighed and smiled, kicking off his muddy shoes and climbing in to spoon you. He knew he’d be grounded when his mom found his bed empty.

But he would take the worst punishment for you.

Craig Tucker

Craig had a hard time reading folks. Being on the spectrum made recognizing subtle changes in mood almost mute to him. Clearly, though, you hadn’t been yourself lately, given that even he’d picked up on it. He sighed, his normally silent nature almost suffocating when mixed with your quiet contemplation. He held your waist softly, making you jump. He just used his other hand to lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a long time. It became routine. Ever since, whenever you’d been down, Craig just opened his arms.

Normally he wasn’t touchy, but for you, he’d make any exception.

Tweek Tweak

He panicked when he heard the knock at his door after dinner one night. He calmed a bit when he saw it was you, but his heartbeat spiked right back up when he saw the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He ushered you inside quickly and sat you on the couch. He swallowed dryly, not saying a word as he clamored around his kitchen to make you a warm beverage. When he was done and sipping his own coffee, motor tics finally subsiding, he sat with you. You spoke softly into the early morning.

He would always be there to calm your aching heart.

Clyde Donovan

Clyde was never the brightest. But he was emotionally intelligent. It was easy for him to tell when you needed him. He very kindly invited you over to his one weekend. You nearly broke down in sobs when you got there- he’d made a giant blanket fort, set out tons of snacks, lit candles and put your favorite movie on, ready to play. He dragged you into a bear hug, and didn’t let you go until your sobbing stopped. You had a grin on your face the whole night, so wide it made your cheeks hurt. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s warmth.

You couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t told him sooner.

Jimmy Valmer

Jimmy wasn’t quite used to feelings other than joy, or sometimes anger, given those were the two most common responses to his comedy. He was unsure how to handle your tears when you broke down at a sleepover with him. He shuffled himself on the bed, back against his headboard, and pat his lap. You obliged, albeit somewhat embarrassed, and he rubbed your sides and listened to your rambles. Surprisingly, the comedian gave great advice- and even better snuggles.

He loved your smile far more than your frown.

Tolkien Black

Tolkien invited you over when you expressed your discomfort at being alone for the night. You marveled briefly at his large house, despite having been in it before. He shot you a soft smile, and your heart began to hurt. You felt as though you could be yourself here, messy emotions and all. When you started bawling, he picked you up with ease and sat you on the island countertop whilst he made the two of you sundaes. He made sure to stick close to you the whole night, and when you fell asleep on his couch, he carried you up to his bed and tucked you both in.

Warm company and ice cream is such a happy thing.

Scott Malkinson

Scott’s dainty hands played in your hair as you lay on his lap. It was a warm day, and given your sorry state lately, Scott brought you to a picnic in his backyard, where the sun was just warm enough when it mingled with the house’s shadows. You sighed happily, feeding yourself a strawberry before offering one to the boy above you. He shuffled a bit, giving you a wide and dopey grin as he took it between his teeth. You both giggled, and Scott filled the following silence with anything he could think of.

Lazy days were the greatest for a pick me up.

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy was, quite like Kyle, a logical person. She was your best friend, level headed and always impressive. You almost envied how in-control she seemed of herself. But when you came to her, upset or crying or angry, inside she was losing it. She held your face in shaky hands, blabbering to you about how adored and wonderful you were. About how she adored every moment, every crumb of time she was ever able to spend with you. You meant the world to her and she would make sure you knew it every time you were sad.

You both tended to ramble- not that the other minded.

Bebe Stevens

Bebe was used to joy, people having fun. Your tears sent her mind spiraling, but she knew this wasn’t about her. This was about you. She led you away from the party, into a bedroom where she sat you on the bed. She kneeled in front of you, laying her head on your knees so you could play in her thick hair. She relented eventually, standing and pulling you to your feet too. She took a deep breath with you, and listened for the booming music downstairs. She held your hands, giggling with a beaming grin as she danced the two of you around the room.

She didn’t mind having a private party with you.

Nichole Daniels

You were far too quiet, lately. Nichole noticed when you were unenthusiastic at the latest DnD game. She grabbed your hand as you went to leave, and sat you down. She braided your hair while you talked out your woes, listening attentively to every detail. She offered advice, giving you a soothing squeeze on the shoulder. As you went to leave, she expressed her admiration for you. She thought you were very brave to speak of your feelings that way. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and welcomed you to stay back with her any time.

You were delighted as you left that day.

Red McArthur

Typically, your day consisted of talking shit with your favorite girl. When you didn’t show up for school, her immediate instinct was to skip class and head to your house. What she wasn’t expecting was you, huddled on the couch, eating straight from a pint of ice cream. She knocked on the window, and you lazily meandered to let her in. She didn’t say a word, simply walking to sit on the couch and snuggle into you. Sometimes she would sneak the spoon from you, or you would feed her bites. You watched shitty romance movies abound, and fell asleep with the empty tub on the coffee table.

You and her were inseparable.

Heidi Turner

Heidi was known for being the therapist friend. The first time you ever tried to talk to her she internally scoffed and rolled her eyes. But every time you opened your mouth, she found herself entranced with the words you would say. Eventually you soothed her inner turmoils, and she helped you as well. It was a long time, lots of work. Her favorite moment was sitting on a bench in the park, her head on your shoulder and your head on hers, silently stargazing. She felt, in that moment, that she was understood, and she finally had someone to understand in turn.

Birds of a feather will perch together.

Pip Pirrup

Pip is probably the one person who understands inner turmoil the most. When you came to him for anything, he got it. He couldn’t help but to feel selfish, enjoying the times when you were upset and he held you. It made him feel whole, to have someone. Your reliance on him for comfort was no obstacle. He found himself looking forward to any sight of you. You grew close as could be. He was delighted to be your confidant, and you his. You defended him at school and he would defend you from the boogeymen that haunted the nights, protectively coddling you close to his chest.

You needed each other.

Damien Thorn

He tried hard to ignore it, at first. Your pain made him uncomfortable and he couldn’t fathom why. Normally the grumpy Son of Satan reveled in the suffering of the mortal race that so resembled those who cast his father from heaven, but with you it left a pit in his stomach. When you came to him, crying during your free period, he thought he might set the whole school ablaze to find a culprit. Your next move stopped him dead, though. You gripped his shirt, sobbing into his front. He awkwardly raised his hands, one going to rest on your back and the other fiddling in your hair. He’d seen others do the same. It worked like a charm.

He might just learn love, for you.

Gregory (of Yardale)

The Himbo King of Not Paying Attention, Gregory was doing his usual blabber as you sat by the pond, skipping rocks. Your heavy sigh pulled him from his stupor, and he scooted closer. You looked up at him with tired eyes, noticing his silence. He offered you an awkward smile and another rock to skip, his hand lingering when he passed it over. Fuck it, he decided, and held your free hand. A soft smile graced your features as Gregory maneuvered behind you, holding your hips and burying his face in your hair as you leaned back onto his warm chest. He allowed the two of you a long, long moment of peace.

Maybe silence didn’t always need filling.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

There are no comforts in this world. It is cold and uncaring and vile, taking from the good and giving over to the evil. Cynical as ever, Christophe was a bitter boy. The worst thing that God could do, he thought, was make you cry. You were sunshine to him, the reason to be alive, a warmth he had never before known. He held you. No matter your soft, sniffling protests of him smelling like a pack of Marlboros. He was warm, wide and built from all the digging and boxing he did. Any chance he got he would hold you. At lunch, his arms loosely around your waist, you on his lap, his stubble tickling at the back of your neck. At either house, you on top of him, his hands massaging your sides and back, your fingers tracing his eyebags and scars. They were simple pleasures.

You were his world, his forever and always.

Gary Harrison

Despite not knowing you, his chest ached when he saw you at the edge of Stark’s Pond that day. You were sobbing, tears slipping down your soft face and sparkling like little crystals in the afternoon sun. He thought you looked utterly ethereal. His heart pounded as he gathered the courage, sitting next to you. At your furrowed brow and confused pout, he offered a gentle smile and put his arm out. You ducked yourself into his side, a new wave of sobs wracking your frame. He soothingly rubbed your arm, letting you soak the fabric of his shirt with tears.

Sometimes strangers aren’t always that strange.

Full disclosure this took like 3-4 days. Dedicated to my dearest friend. 😇💖

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alespov · 4 months

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You belong with me - L.Kennedy (18+)

Trigger Warnings : swear words, typical canon violence. Reader insert, no use of y/n. Implied fem.

Author Note : in honor of it being my birthday, I wanted to finally come out of hibernation. I missed y’all so much <3 feedback is highly appreciated 😘

" Did you see the way Leon was staring at you!" Ashley nudged your side while holding back infectious giggling. You gave her a look but on the inside, you were doing backflips. You, Ashley, and Luis were waiting in the dining room while Leon sorted out his business with the odd merchant. You and Ashley were sitting at the table while Luis idly looked out the window.

"I agree with Ashley on this one princesa, he's in love with you." Luis teased you while grinning and Ashley broke out into laughter. You playfully hit her arm and scowled at Luis. "He is not, you two need to stop." Luis held his hand up and offered you a sly smirk. "Princesa if you don't tell him, Ashley will." Ashley nodded her head in agreement.

The butterflies in your stomach moved up to your heart and swore your heart would stop if she did.

"Tell me what?" Leon questioned while leaning against the door frame with his muscular arms crossed. One eyebrow raised while looking directly at Ashley.

"Um you know how her head hurts, kinda sounds like a migraine," Ashley replied sheepishly, then sealed the deal with a small smile. You hope Leon would take the bait. but something told you the blonde wouldn't be easily convinced.

He nodded and motioned you to follow him to the elegant hallway. Despite Salzar being a fucking lunatic he had good taste for interior design. "You could hear Ashley and Luis quietly mumbling the silly song about how you and Leon were in a tree. " You shot both of them a glare, and they started laughing.

He lead you to the top of the staircase and grabbed one of your hands. "Are you okay... I mean you've been kinda distant with me." Leon revealed while gazing into your eyes. His baby blue eyes conveyed his deepest fears and emotions. You brushed the stray hair out of his face and gave him a sad look.

"I'm scared Leon, am I going to turn?" He shut his eyes and brought you closer to him. "Of course not." He mumbled into your ear, "I do everything in my power to protect you."

He leaned his forehead on yours and your lips started falling into place.

"Oh hey guys, Ashley and I figured out the last puzzle so we can leave this shithole place," Luis called and the moment was ruined. You and Leon quickly pulled away and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you Luis" Leon expressed through gritted teeth, you could tell he was annoyed.

Luis caught on to what was happening, "Oh shit did I interrupt something? Do you need a minute Sanchez" He threw you a wink and patted Leon on the shoulder.

Leon brushed past him and went to retrieve Ashley. Once Leon was out of view, you turned to face Luis. "what the actual hell!" you whispered yelled at him. "Princesa how was I supposed to know that you were going to jump his bones." Luis matched your tone and gave a small chuckle. "I was not going to jump his bones..... he was checking on me," you muttered looking away from Luis.

Luis rolled his eyes and threw his around you, and reassured you that Leon likes you.

Leon came running out of the run with Ashley in tow. "Let's go, guys, they're coming!" Luis grabbed you and pulled you down the stairs. While firing his pistol at the cultist who was firing their bows and arrows at you, and kept trying to grab Ashley from Leon's grasp.

You and Ashley took shelter under a table while Leon and Luis fought off the cultists. You and Ashley were huddling together when a cultist grabbed you from under the table. you let out a scream and Ashley attempted to hit the guy with a vase. "LEON!" She screamed at him, pointing in your direction. But Leon was pinned in a corner and couldn't get out of it. He looked over and a dangerous look washed over his features, you could tell he was seeing red.

"HEY LET HER GO FUCKER!" Ashley threw rocks at the guy but sadly to no avail, and you were starting to lose hope. Until Leon and Luis came running to your rescue.

Leon said something to Lusi and he and Ashley ran off. Leon ran after you shouting that he was coming and not to worry.

When Leon had caught up to the guy, he kicked the back of his knees and you fell down on the hard ground. When you got up you saw Leon stabbing the guy to death with his favorite knife.

"Leon calm down." you crawled over to him in a hurry and tried to steady his shoulder. Let's face it the guy is already dead, one stab from Leon could kill anyone. He stopped stabbing the guy and practically pounced on top of you muttering that you are okay. He was shaking, and blood stained his face.

"Hey.... it's okay. I'm fine you saved me." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his head on your head.

Leon pulled away slightly and gave you a chaste kiss. You moved your hand to cup his face and Leon deepened the kiss. His kisses were desperate and a bit heated. He gently bit on your bottom lip and you knew your lips would be swollen after this.

He broke the kiss and laid his forehead against yours. "Sorry for bruising your lips," he chuckled and gave you another kiss on your lips.

"After this do you want to get dinner as my girlfriend, 'cause we're practically dating right? I mean after that kiss, I think we should be."

You beamed with excitement dn the butterflies left your stomach. "it would be a crime if we weren't dating after this." You replied cheekily.

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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Dangerous - Part 2

Part 1 here

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

Content warning: 18+!, implied criminal organization, violence, details of a killing, fingering, oral (female receiving),

A/N: I’m still trying to work out content warning tags so if I missed something that should be tagged, please let me know! Also, this is the first time I’ve written anything smutty in…… I couldn’t tell you how long. So please forgive me if it’s horribly written. I tried my damnedest. I was determined to get that ending bit in this. Also I’m not sure how many parts this is going to be. It was originally gonna be just a oneshot, but now I wanna make it a thing so, we’ll see how long it ends up being!

Word count: 3k

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Noah had your bra half unfastened when his office phone rang. He tried to ignore it and focus on the much more important matter in his hands, but this was the third time it’s gone off. Whatever it was had to have been urgent. He reluctantly let his hands fall away and broke your heated kiss with a sigh. He didn’t want to look at you. He didn’t want to see your face because he knew he’d forget all about the phone again.

The gentle touch of your hands on his forced him to look at you. There was nothing but understanding and love in your eyes and the smile that he’d kill for. The smile that Noah would destroy his illicit empire for.

“You should probably take that.”

He sighs again and kisses your forehead. “You’re probably right. I’m sorry. I cleared my schedule but...”

“Duty calls.” You tease.

Noah laces your fingers together, dragging you behind him to his desk.

Do me a favor?” He glances back at you. “Finish taking your bra off.”

He chuckles at your salute. He lets go of your hand and plops down in his seat. You reach behind your back and finish removing your bra, dropping it on the floor at the front of his desk. He gives you an approving look when you flash him before answering his phone.

You had a vague grasp on what Noah did for a living. He’s never explicitly told you, and frankly you liked it that way. The less you knew the better. What little you did know left you constantly worried about him. There was always that risk he wouldn’t come back. He made you many promises and always followed through—but he never promised you to make it back safe, let alone alive. Every time you asked, you were always told “You know I can’t promise that”, or met with a sad apologetic smile. Noah hugged you a little longer and kissed you harder whenever he had to leave. His job was unpredictable after all, no matter how well prepared and to the second their plans were.

He told you all the time that he’d “slow down” and “leave the life” when he’d managed enough fortune and assets. You’ve seen his bank account and other riches. He was well beyond that. That man had everything.

If you were honest, you knew he’d never fully quit. He enjoyed it too much—though he says otherwise. You saw the way his face lit up every time he got a new toy. There was no mistaking that his smile could be seen from space when he was told that one guy had “suddenly” disappeared, when in reality, his head was crushed between Noah’s boot and the curb. A man doesn’t have that type of giddy, powerful, crazed look on his face if he doesn’t enjoy his work.

You had accidentally been around for that job. The two of you were on a date somewhere in Europe. He tried to one up Noah with a sneak attack and horrifically failed. Noah easily disarmed him and tousled the man to the ground. The sound of his skull cracking and splitting open against the pavement made you sick to your stomach. But how joyous and fulfilled Noah looked made your heart swell. Adrenaline can be a hell of an aphrodisiac.

“Oh he has, has he?” Noah said into his phone. The setting sun in the distance cast an orangey gold glow on Noah’s face, and you could see his sinister smile in all its glory. He pressed his boot further down on the man's skull, wondering just how much more force it would take to render his brains to mush.

You could count the number of times you had the unfortunate experience of seeing him work up close. This was the second time. It comes with the territory, you told yourself as you watched your sweet, loving Noah kill a man in cold blood. You hated what you witnessed, but damn if the self satisfied grin and elation radiating off of Noah didn’t make you want to rip him apart and devour him whole.

The breeze caught his now open button down. You shivered, staring at him and the way the fabric flowed around him. He forgot to put on his tank top. Noah noticed you shiver and shrugged off his shirt, handing it to you with a much kinder and soft smile. He looked back down to the person beneath his boot, darkness immediately returning to his eyes. The way the sunset’s light caught his tattoos and reflected off the chain you bought him earlier that day sent another chill down your spine.

“How unfortunate. I suppose he and I will have to reschedule then. Of course, thank you. Bye.” Noah shoved his phone in his pocket. “You hear that man? Something came up and we couldn’t have our meeting.”

He chuckled, then stomped his boot into the man’s skull once more. The man was dead the first time Noah curb stomped him. That one was just for good measure—or because he just wanted to. Noah gave him one more boot, this time directly to his face. You grimaced hearing the undeniable sound of a broken bone. If you had to guess, it was probably a shattered nose.

“Sneaky fucking bastards,” Noah spat—literally. He harshly used the lifeless body as a boot cleaner. He gave it one last disgusted look before turning his attention back to you.

His hand cupped the back of your neck gently.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft. You could see concern on his face. You nodded. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, fingernails digging into his skin. He hissed, pushing you slightly away. There was another breeze. This time Noah shuddered, suddenly aware that he was shirtless.

“Ya know, I have a few ideas that could warm you up,” you teased, hooking your fingers just barely inside the waistband of his pants, “you’ll have to wait ‘til we’re back at the rental though.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as Noah threaded his hands in your hair, carefully tilting your head back so your neck was fully accessible to him.

“Is that so?” He husked against your throat, stealing any reply you could speak.

His lips closed around your skin. One of his hands started trailing down your back. It stopped at your hip. You wriggled your fingers a little deeper into his waistband and gripped it, pulling his lower half closer to you. You could feel a growing erection. Noah dragged his hand lower until he reached the hem of your dress. He pushed the fabric up and slowly brought his hand to your center. Your breath hitched as he started to trail a finger over your panties.

“I wonder just how wet you are beneath these.”

He licks up your neck to your jaw, then follows the trail back down with kisses. Noah pulls your hair ever so slightly and slips his hand into your panties. His fingers delicately glide past your clit to your entrance, then back again. You can’t help the whimper you let out when he removes his hand. You open your eyes as he pushes your head forward. He locks eyes with you.

“You’re soaked,” Noah rasped. He brings his fingers to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sticks them inside and sucks them clean.

The satisfied sigh he makes almost tempts you to rip his pants off his body. He opens his eyes and stares right at you again. His hand comes to grasp your jaw. You can feel the saliva on his fingers. His lips hover yours. You can vaguely smell yourself on his breath.

“What I wouldn’t give to ravage you right now, (Y/N).”

His words send a shiver through you. He smiles, letting go of your jaw. He starts sliding his hand down, stopping at your breasts. He gives them a good squeeze. His grip on your hair tightens when he other hand reaches the bottom of your dress again. He bunches the fabric of your dress much higher this time. Your bottom half is completely exposed. The length of his shirt is the only thing keeping the world from seeing the backside of your panties.

“How much do you care for this set?” He asked, gripping the waistband tightly, “Would you care if I—“

Before he even gave you time to respond, he ripped them clean off. You gasped and he chuckled amused.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you more. Hopefully they’ll be made better.”

Noah then started teasing your clit. The grip you had on his pants tightened. Your knuckles turned white. You couldn’t pull him any closer, but you still tried. His fingers stilled their movements briefly before gliding down. He slipped two deep inside you.

“Oh, god,” you moaned loudly, gasping for breath as he slowly started pumping.

“I’m not God, baby,” Noah pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “But you certainly make me feel like one.”

“Yes Cecelia, what is it?”

Noah’s irritated voice pulled you from the memory.

“Am I busy? Yes I’m fucking busy. I’m trying to spend some much needed time with my girlfriend uninterrupted. I cleared my schedule for a reason, you know.”

You watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, and I told Jolly to fucking deal with it, so why are— well can’t Folio or— for fucks sake. Do they at least know the new route?“

He sighed heavily, defeat heavy on his shoulders.

“Well fuck. Tell them to do what they can. I’ll… try and brainstorm something later. I’m not changing my plans, so unless it’s a dire situation, don’t call again. That’s fine. Thank you Cecelia.”

Noah ends the call and groans. His head droops until it’s against his desk. Your heart aches seeing him so upset.

“(Y/N), babe, can you come here?”

You smile warmly, pulling yourself away from the cityscape and walk towards him. He sounded disappointed. You scoot his chair over so you can hop up on his desk right in front of him. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around your hips and settles his head in your lap. He sighs contently when you start running your fingers through his hair. You giggle as he gives you an awkward squeeze.

“I love you so much.”

Noah looks up at you, his chin diggin into one of your thighs. He was pouting.

“I love you too, Noah. Is everything okay?”

You smiled sweetly at him, cupping his cheek with your left hand. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. Noah stayed like for a few minutes, just soaking up the comfort of your soft touch. He hummed lightly when you stroked the top of his cheek. How this man could be such a violent and destructive creature baffled you sometimes.

When he opened his eyes and looked in yours, you were met with an overwhelming sense of adoration and love.

“What?” You asked softly.

“Hm, nothing,” he replied. He kissed the palm of your hand and grabbed it.

Noah leaned back into his chair. His grip on your hand was gentle. He ran his thumb over your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger. His eyes were glued on your hands.

“You know,” he spoke, bringing your hand to his mouth. He placed a feather light kiss across your knuckles, then a specific one to your ring finger. “We should think about getting you a nice ring.”

He intertwines your fingers as he moves closer to you. He lets go of your hand and spreads your legs just enough so he’s sitting right in the middle.

“Noah Sebastian. Are you asking me to marry you?”

You try to cross your legs, but Noah stops you. He places both hands on your knees and gives them a reassuring squeeze.

“Not officially. This isn’t a proposal.” He slides his hands down to caress your calves. “More of me throwing the idea out there. If you’re interested or not.”

You searched his face. His expression is serious. There’s an uncertainty behind his eyes. It pulled at your heart strings. Noah meant the world to you. You would do anything for him, and you knew he’d do the same. You cupped his face and smiled.

“Proposal or not, yes. I’d love to marry you.”

You’d never seen Noah grin so widely before. He turns his head to kiss your palm again. His hands move back up to your thighs and gives them a gentle squeeze.

“You’re gonna make such a beautiful bride.”

His words make you blush. He kisses the skin just above both your knees. Instinctively, you spread your legs a little wider.

“Oh?” Noah says, his tone playful. He wastes no time slipping his hands under your skirt, fingers massaging your thighs as they go high and higher. You feel him tug at the waistband of your thong. You shimmy so he can pull it off. There’s a mischievous look on his face. The light blue lace garment dangles from his index finger.

“Is this the set I bought you in Spain?”

Spain. That’s where you were. He drapes your underwear over the back of his chair. His hands come back to your legs.

“Why don’t you lay back for me?”

You do as he requests. You committed his office ceiling to memory long ago.

“That’s my girl.”

His breath was warm against your ankle, making you shudder. He softly peppered kisses up the length of your leg. When he got to your thigh, he nipped harshly. Each bite was followed by a tender kiss.

“You know,” Noah started, “It took every ounce of control I had that day,” you tensed as his lips graced your pussy, “to not take you right then and there.”

You moaned loudly when he licked into you. His tongue swirled and flicked your clit. Noah’s arms came up around your legs and pulled you closer, fingers digging into the flesh where your hips met your legs. You felt and heard him groan against you when his tongue dipped into your entrance. He lapped at everything you could give. He was relentless. You felt pressure building in your abdomen.

“Noah…”

His name fell breathlessly from your lips. His mouth moved back to your clit. He sucked and tongued the sensitive bud. Your back arched off the desk as one of his fingers easily slid inside of you. He pumped a few times, giving you time to adjust before sliding another digit inside. He curled them, going deeper and deeper until he found what he was looking for. Your mind went blank when he hit the spot. Your body shook as you came undone around his fingers.

Noah didn’t stop when he removed his fingers. His mouth stayed planted around your pussy. You writhed beneath him, gasping for air. He slurped every last drop your body could give him. You felt around for the top his head, pushing his face further into you when you found it. Your fingers gripped his hair and yanked hard. He groaned. You yanked again, getting a much deeper and louder moan from him. Noah pulled another orgasm from you. You tried to close your legs around his head, but his hand held your thighs firmly open. He kept his tongue and mouth buried until you physically pulled him away from you. You know he would keep going until he quite literally devoured you.

He placed a few tender kisses to your pussy before leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. You laid on his desk, still fully on display for him, and tried to catch your breath. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he wasn’t soaking up the sight of you splayed out before him. He loved admiring his work. You heard him shuffling around in various drawers.

“Ah ha!” He said triumphantly. You heard the familiar sound of Noah’s Polaroid camera snap a picture followed by the flash.

You threw an arm over your eyes and laughed. “Seriously?”

“What?” Noah said. “I didn’t get one in Spain.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could see him. He shook the picture and smiled innocently at you.

“We need more pictures of you in the album.”

Noah chuckled. “So start taking some.” He leaned down to peck your cheek. He looked at the picture in his hand. His smile spread ear to ear as he proudly showed it to you. You could make out some faint marks on your thigh from his bites. There was a sheen around your pussy, presumably your wetness or Noah’s saliva or a mix of both.

“That’s quite the photo,” you quipped, laying back down. Noah set the picture off to the side somewhere. He placed his arms on either side of you, leaning down enough so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. You smiled up at him and hooked your legs around him. He quirked a brow. Your hands trailed down to the collar of his shirt. Noah let you tug him down until you were face to face. You licked his bottom lip. His mouth parted.

“I’m hungry,” you whispered, crashing your lips to his.

He moaned softly. You could taste yourself on his breath. He loved kissing you after eating you out. It was one of his favourite things to do. You pulled his collar, urging him closer. Noah happily let you take lead. He shifted so his forearms were flat against the desk. His chest was now pressed to yours. His hands snaked their way into your hair. Your tongue slid into his mouth, begging to taste more of him and you. You sighed when one of his hands slipped under your shirt and cupped your breast. Noah took your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned then returned the favour. He thrust his hips against you. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were saturated with need.

“Fuck, I need you so fucking bad.” He whined.

You took a hand and placed it at the back of his head, bringing his face to the crook of your neck so you could whisper in his ear.

“Then take me.”

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trashbag-baby666 · 1 year

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Between Tridents and Knives-Finnick Odair

Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: As training starts they bicker over who they want as ally’s and earning Katniss and Peetas trust.

WC: 2,944

C/W: Mentions of Snow selling their bodies and implied smut.

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Fawn sat at the table eating breakfast, accompanied by Librae, Nava, and Finnick. She slowly took bites of the District Four bread that sat in a basket on the table.

They tasted of home to her, to look over and see Finnicks green eyes.

It made her imagine sitting in Finnicks kitchen, well now theirs. Fawn had her own house in the victors village but they had both lived in Finnicks. He had lived there for a few years prior. The house was lived in and had more personality than Fawns.

Sitting in the light blue painted kitchen with big windows looking over the beach and ocean next to their house. The sound of the water crashing into the rocks and sand. The salty water air floats through the house from the open windows.

The taste of the bread Finnick had made in the morning.

But that was far from the truth. They sat in the apartment floors only used once a year to hold two teenagers for a few weeks before they got slaughtered.

"Should we take any guidance going in today?" Finnick broke the silence looking over at the other male victor from 4 acting as the mentor.

"Figure out your guy's pick for allies. I believe Haymitch Abernathy wanted to speak with you two?" Librae wouldn't look at them. Fawna and Finnick weren't close with him but it was still a reminder of home for them.

"Great advice," Fawn rolled her eyes as she finished off her piece of bread.

"Do you two really need my help with combat training and advice?" Librae picked up his head and looked at her. She had a scowl on her face, her golden brown bangs hanging in her face.

"No we don't, right Fawn?" Finnick looked over at his lover.

"We don't, but ally suggestions would help." Fawn hummed looking over at Finnick.

"Here, let's get ready for training." Finick took a swig of his water glass standing up, taking Fawns hand and leading her back to the bedroom.

On the bed the training uniforms sat folded with the black shoes resting on top for them.

Fawn picked hers up holding the black tank top with the silver straps then the black capri pants with the metallic at the bottom.

"Could be worse," Fawn sighed, changing from her sleep wear. Finnick watched but stepped over touching Fawns bare waist as she clipped the black bra on that the tank covered.

"Maybe we have time for something quick?" Finnick whispered in her ear pressing his body against hers.

"No, not right now." Fawn sighed, stepping away from his grip to finish sliding on her capri pants. The both had an odd relationship when it came to intimacy and sometimes physical touch.

After Snow began selling Fawns body after she won and the victory tour things became harder.

She would pretty much have no choice but to just shut up and have sex with the men and women who paid Snow.

She would try to avoid Finnicks touches sometimes when she couldn't handle the touches.

It would send her back to some dimmed over the top capitol house bedroom. A soft yellow glow on her body as she faked her orgasms and pretended she gave two shits about the people.

So when Finnick and Fawn had their occasional scheduled sexual intimacy night it wasn't the same. Fawn began ignoring the feelings attached to it. Kind of just leaving it to part of the going through the motions part of her day.

It took Finnick about a month to notice that Fawn was just stiff. The way she would lay back on the bed, her eyes clamped shut. She didn't even moan as Finnick thrusted his pelvis in and out.

That's when her tears began, she couldn't feel anything but sad and humiliated. Finnick stopped immediately pulling out of her. He laid next to her and began hushing her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I'm sorry," Fawn sobbed, not even opening her eyes and just rubbing away the tears. She cuddled into his bare chest as he held her.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Fawn." Finnicks voice was quiet as he held her small, muscular body. She was shaking as she curled in on herself, relaxing more into him as her tears tired her out, "I'm here love."

Fawn stayed quiet, her eyes shut as she fell asleep, her head on Finnick's chest. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling, her eyelashes delicately resting on her cheeks, her soft pink lips pulled into a straight line.

Fawn stood in the elevator heading down to the training center. They weren't completely sure why but maybe it was about the unspoken elephant in the room.

The rebellion.

There had been uprisings in four ever since the victory tour for Katniss and Peeta.

The door opened to the elevator and Haymitch stood against the wall facing the elevator looking at the pair.

He motioned for them to follow him, Finnick took Fawns hand and they followed him down a long hallway. Going somewhere secluded, something needed to be said to the two. They rounded a corner and into a dark room, Haymitch shut the door and stood in front of it.

"So why're we here? Are we just going to be killed now?" Fawn copped an attitude losing a bit of patience.

"No, we actually need you two alive." Haymitch stood close his voice barely a whisper, "District 13 is still a place. Plutarch is behind it all. We've had a plan working for years and this quell was set up to get the victors out of the arena and take you to 13. But we need Katniss, she's what sparked the rebellion, she's the symbol of hope." Haymitch explained, "We need to keep her alive but I also made a deal with her that I'd keep Peeta alive. So now the mentors are setting up an alliance. You two, Wiress and Beetee, and Johanna and Blight. Others know of it but you guys are the main key to it. To keep Katniss from turning on you guys you need to protect Peeta."

"This sounds like a terrible plan." Fawn began.

"Fawn, just listen, this is plausible." Finnick squeezed her hand.

After they made their deal with Haymitch they walked into the training center. Not even all the tributes were here. The morphlings sat at the painting station painting pink swirls on each other's faces, Beetee and Wiress were trying to start a fire, Katniss and Peeta at the knot tying station, and Johanna was on a training platform working with an axe. Fawn swallowed hard. Was she really going to let Finnick die for Katniss? She knew she had to protect Finnick coming into this game, she didn't trust Katniss there was just something about her.

"Where do we wanna start," Finnick asked, putting his arm around the small of her back.

"I'm going to freshen up on my knife skills." Fawn stepped away from Finnick and walked over to the table of throwing knives. She picked one up tossing it around in her hand. She walked over to the small screen selecting hologram targets. She stood on the sensor grabbing a handful of knives in her left hand.

The first orange hologram ran towards her and Fawn sent a knife barreling into the chest. The next one appeared moving behind other hologram targets, Fawn watched for a moment before picking the right time and sent a knife into the head of the hologram.

She threw a few more before two holograms came running. Fawn watched as they intersected and sent one knife going through both of them.

She sighed, setting the rest of the knives on the table and walking over to where Finnick was at the knot tying station.

"Wanting to show off already, hun?" Finnick didn't miss a beat as he tied a few knots that could create a net.

"I said I'm just freshening up on my skills." Fawn rolled her eyes.

"Let me show you the best knot to know in the arena." Finnick smirked, grabbing another rope off the wall. Fawn didn't work with ropes much at home really that was more Finnicks job.

Fawn crossed her arms watching him as he began tying a noose.

"For once don't look at me, look at the knot." Finnick chuckled, wrapping the rope around itself.

"Fin," Fawn went to grab his wrist but he slipped it around his neck and tightened it.

"You know, then just." He pretended to hang himself.

"Wow, you're so funny I'm laughing so hard." Fawn stood there with a straight face shifting her weight.

"Do you wanna take me for a walk?" Finnick held the rope out to Fawn. She smirked and grabbed it as she began prancing around the training area. A shit eating grin ran across her face as the other victors looked at her as she dragged around Finnick. He also had a smile across his face. Cashmere and Gloss stood in a corner by the spears glaring at them.

"Can I pet your dog?" Johanna walked over to the two of them as Fawn walked in front of where all the game makers watched them.

"He bites," Fawn giggled.

"Only bites you," Finnick took the noose off his neck and leaned into Fawn.

"Shut up," Fawn shoved Finnick.

Later on Fawn sat with Wiress and Beetee as they talked about the force field in front of the game makers.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year," Fawn looked at the two. But everyone came over to watch Katniss shoot as she was in one of the interactive areas.

"Damn," Johanna walked over to where Finnick and Fawn stood.

"Didn't know she was that good," Fawn breathed out.

"She did manage to pull an 11 last year for a training score," Finnick looked down at her. As she finished, Wiress began clapping and Katniss turned to see everyone watching her.

"So, Fawn and Finnick, who do you guys want as allies?"Lysis asked. Of course Nava, Atala, and Lysis were oblivious to what was really going on.

"Beetee, Wiress, and Johanna." Fawn didn't miss a beat as she took another bite of the rice and gravy that they served for dinner.

"What about Katniss and Peeta?" Nava asked.

"I want them but Fawn isn't sure yet," Finnick smiled at the two stylists. Fawn sometimes got impatient with them and their pure ignorance and almost capitol stupidity. But she also valued them as people too her were just looking out for her best self interest.

"I think it would be wonderful, the capital's star crossed couples allied together." Atala smiled, taking some fruit from a plate in the center of the table.

"Yeah something like that," Fawn huffed. Finnick gently squeezed her thigh, in the end once the gong would go off to start the games. It didn't matter because they were going to protect Katniss and Peeta and get out of the damned arena and this damned country.

The second day of training they'd decided would be for talking with others to build a foundation for their plan.

Finnick put an arm around Fawns waist as they rode down the elevator to go to the training center. The doors opened and they stepped out walking down the hall to the training center.

"Let's play nice today," Finnick smirked looking down at Fawn as they came in the doors to the training center.

"Shut up," she shoved him gently around everyone that was there yesterday.

"Why don't you go talk to Katniss?" Finnick smirked looking at Fawn.

"Why? Can't you go talk to her and I'll talk to Peeta?" Fawn crossed her arms tilting her head slightly looking at him. She wasn't really good at girl talk. She tried her best, being surrounded by capitol people made it easier for her.

"Because you can do girl talk, I can't." Finnick turned on his heels and walked over to Peeta at the painting station leaving Fawn standing alone in the middle of the training area.

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly walked over to where Katniss was shooting targets with her bow. To Fawn she hadn't yet realized if she couldn't get Katniss to trust her before the games she could turn around and kill Fawn and Finnick.

"Girl on fire," Fawn came up behind her, Fawns voice riddled with enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Odair," Katniss set her bow down and turned looking at Fawn. The nickname Katniss just used, of course to taunt her. Made butterflies flap through Fawns stomach, they wanted to marry so badly. They were getting around to finally getting engaged and doing it in District Four. Then the Quarter Quell was announced, Fawn was hoping if they made it to District 13 they could marry there.

"Can I offer you some tips with a knife? Knowing your way around one can do you some good? Maybe you can show me how to set a snare, I saw the ones you set in the last games." Fawn crossed her arms looking up at the taller girl.

"Sure," Katniss grabbed a few knives from the wrack of weapons. Fawn grabbed a few and Katniss stepped out of the way. Fawn positioned herself in the middle, as she decided to use the targets like they were others coming at her. She threw about five knives before stepping away. Katniss knew how successful Clove had been with throwing knives last year, now this was Fawns speciality.

"Here it's your turn," Fawn stepped away and let Katniss step up, "Square your shoulders to your target, there's a few ways you can hold your knife, the way I hold it is like this." Fawn stood next to Katniss and grabbed a knife grabbing it by the handle and like you would a hammer. She then sent it flying into a target's chest.

"Why don't you give it a shot?" Fawn tried to offer a smile to Katniss but it faltered. Katniss stood like how Fawn did and gripped the knife and threw it, sending it into a target's leg.

"Well that's a good start you'd at least injure them?" Fawn shrugged as she continued helping Katniss. After about half an hour Katniss was showing her how to set snares.

"Fawn come here," Finnick waved Fawn over as she practiced starting a fire with two sticks. Fawn rolled her eyes, she got up and walked over to Finnick. He grabbed a trident off a wrack and handed another to Fawn.

"I know my way around one of these," Fawn looked at the glorified spear. She had worked with these at home spearing fish and Finnick had shown her some things with one.

"Oh do you now?" Finnick smirked, moving impossibly closer to her, his breath running over her cheek and he winked kissing her cheek, "Fine then show me."

"Fuck you Finnick." Fawn rolled her eyes as he got off the small platform in the training area. Fawn readied herself with one and stabbed into the air spinning herself around; she couldn't imagine how silly she may be looked stabbing things that aren't there.

"So you know your way down but your form was wrong honey." Finnick got up onto the platform.

"I'll kill you right here," Fawn chuckled dryly as she set the trident back on the rack, "I can use one if I need Finnick, I'm not an expert like you."

Fawn walked over back to the fire starting area where Beetee and Wiress sat trying to start a fire.

"Hello my dear," Beetee smiled at her. Beetee was always more than happy to talk with Fawn at victor events. He was somewhat a father figure t0 her, she was a younger victor and he took it upon himself to be there for her.

"Hey," Fawn sat down by them, Wiress ran a gentle hand over her honey brown hair, "Yeah I needed a bit of a length change." Last victor event Fawn had longer hair that she would wear in low space buns usually.

"I like it," Wiress nodded.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled, "Here Beetee if you move your hands down more and faster you should have more luck starting a fire."

"A little brute forth," Wiress smiled.

"Is always helpful," Beetee chuckled, "Thank you darling."

"By the corner of the table." Wiress looked up at where the game makers sat. Fawn had learned how Wiress functioned, after her games she had gone a little mentally unstable. But she was so smart and always found a way to get her point across.

"Plutarch?" Fawn looked over at the two. Beetee lifted his glasses up looking at what Wiress was saying.

"No next to him," Wiress pointed.

"Force field," Beetee smirked. It stunned Fawn how smart they were. How smart most people from district three were. She remembers how shocked she was last year when the boy from district three was able to wire the tribute platforms back into bombs.

"How can you tell?" Fawn furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's shimmering on the top left hand side." Beetee gently moved Fawns head to where she could better see it.

"Do you see it now?" Fawn nodded looking at it.

"It's like glass." She observed.

"A barrier between us and them." Wiress hummed.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year during her training." Fawn bit her lip re telling the story she had heard multiple times.

"It's electro magnetic." Beetee said, setting his glasses back on after staring it down, "There's always a flaw in the system."

#finnick odair x oc #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #johanna mason #beetee latier #wiress #the hunger games #catching fire

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awrkive · 1 year

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[TEASER] LOVE LESSONS, pt. 3 (M) — JJK.

you have a hard time trying to wrap your head around what's been happening for the last two months -- but you could only really come up with one conclusion.

PAIRING jungkook x (female) reader

GENRE smut, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. angst if u squint hard enough

WORD COUNT 1.1k for this teaser. the overall word count for the chapter is 11.1k

WARNINGS/MISC virgin!reader, kinda spoiled brat!!reader lol, childhood friend-ish!jk, college!au. implied sex. explicit sexual content: oral sex. jk finally eats her cookie :] a huge spider. Realizations. sad oc in the last part. sorry.

NOTES this was supposed to be longer but i thought it was perfect to cut it until the last part. so instead of calling it part3A, i decided to call the next one as the fourth chapter altogether because it fits better! and i truly believe that it would be too much if i didnt cut it HAHA. sooo much is gonna be happening. anyway. starting here, the #REAL arch of this couple will begin ;) stay tuned and enjoy reading !! :)

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"Oh my god, Jungkook, there!" You pointed to the door to your bathroom and Jungkook automatically looked there. "It's going inside my bathroom!"

Where I bath! Where I keep my body clean and… Jesus Christ… you were going to cry if that got inside your bathroom. You tolerated a lot of insects but weren't spiders too much? No?

"What the fuck?" Jungkook sounded incredulous when he said it, so you looked at him with worry. "How the hell did that thing get inside here?"

"I know!" You said, huffing. He was very nonchalant about the spider in your room just a few minutes ago but now he looked defensive. You caught the sight of him gripping the box he asked of you earlier, tighter. You knew he was gonna be intimidated by the spider too. "I told you it's freakishly big."

"Well, fuck me."

Your eyes instantly widened. "Jungkook, you can't give up."

"I'm not," He rolled his eyes. "Okay, you go out for a while just in case I fail at scaring it away and then it goes after you."

You stared at him blankly. "Don't say that."

Jungkook's serious face from a while ago broke to that of a shit-eating grin, and then he chuckled. "I'm kidding, silly. I'll take it out, just get out for a while."

You followed his instructions and opened the bedroom door to wait in the living area.

While you sat on the couch, you occasionally looked over your bedroom, fretting what was to come. You trusted Jungkook to get the spider out but it was taking too long. In the middle of it, you had the urge to knock and offer help but changed your mind. Getting bored eventually, you went to your fridge and took out the leftover pizza from today's afternoon meal. You ate the first slice, completely bored this time. On the second slice, you finally went over to your bedroom and stuck your ear to the door to supposedly eavesdrop, but then it opened suddenly as soon as you leaned down to do that.

Jungkook caught you by the waist just as quickly. He looked down at you.

"It's gone."

It was like his words caused a fireworks show and your eyes widened in enthusiasm.

"Really?" You shrieked. Breaking out of his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped on him out of excitement. Jungkook was quick to hold you back again, chuckling at your zeal. He nodded nonetheless, but laughed even more when you kissed his cheek so fast that it almost felt like a smack, however a sweet one. "I have pizza." You said, remembering the food in your hand, trusting his grip on your thighs and removing one arm off his neck to hold up your last bite to his face.

"Thanks." Jungkook said, opening his mouth to receive the pizza you offered, even though it was so little.

Okay, you'd order a box later. He deserved it after getting that huge spider out of your place.

"No, thank you." You reiterated and planted a kiss on his mouth this time. He reciprocated automatically.

Still holding you against his body, Jungkook led you to your bed and laid you down on it. When he hovered over you, you stopped at the serious look he's got on his face.

"I really want to eat you out."

"Huh?"

"I want to eat you out, if you let me. You're so curious about it, anyway…" he trailed off.

You still couldn't process his words completely. Did he mean what you were thinking? But didn’t he just take out a spider?

“Uhm, where’s the spider?” You asked, just making sure it was gone before you got into anything frisky tonight.

“I took the box out and released it. It’s okay. It’s going to move somewhere else.” Jungkook convinced you.

You squinted your eyes at him. “You’re really, one hundred percent sure it’s gone?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be offering to eat you out if it wasn’t, so…”

At the mention of his offer again, you went quiet. You were indeed curious and you’ve been wanting to. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you looked at Jungkook, meekly saying, “I want that, too, but uh, right now?" You confirmed, because as much as you wanted to say yes right away, you didn't exactly… made preparations for the event.

Jungkook nodded, decisive. "If you want it."

Yeah, you want it! Who were you kidding? But there was a little problem. When you said you didn't make preparations, you meant you didn't shave. It wasn't that you didn't do it ever, just occasionally, but despite fooling around for some weeks now, you never really anticipated this moment to come so there wasn't some deliberate choice to shave, especially not tonight. Although, personally, you thought it shouldn't matter, because women have hair. He wasn't supposed to judge you for that, right?

But then you realized, this was literally Jungkook. He took your lack of experience really seriously and hasn't ever genuinely made fun of you for it. He was always gentle with you when you tried new things. He was the least person who would actually side-eye you for anything – especially not something as inconsequential as pubic hair.

But despite that, there was still a bit of hesitance in your voice when you verbalized your dilemma.

"I didn't shave."

"I don't mind that," Jungkook said oh-so casually, like he really didn't. And looking into his eyes, you knew he was being sincere. Then he got curious, "Do you? I guess I should've asked when you blew me. I don't really shave, just trim."

Well… that was too much information.

But somehow, the thought of him trimming his hair was kind of making you giggly but, like, weirdly hot at the same time. No, yeah – that was weird. You were being weird about the whole thing.

You shook your head, partly to answer him but mostly to shake those thoughts of him taking care of his nether business away.

"I don't mind it, too." Was what you said. To be honest, you were too focused on his penis when you blew him that you didn't really notice that.

"Nice," Jungkook smiled. His fingers were beginning to trail over the hem of your nightgown and you could've slipped out a moan right there. "Then don't worry about it. Guys don't really think about anything other than pussy when they eat one. I mean, in my case at least." He said, chuckling at his words, such a deep sound that it made you squeamish.

It didn't help that he looked so good, wearing his glasses again. His hair has gotten so long over the past week and it was so curly, looked so silky and smooth you just wanted to grab at them while he ate you out.

Alright. That was it, then.

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valyrou · 2 years

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Vance x GN!Reader

Requested by @rainidayz1268

A/n: HELLO! So I changed a few things, but overall everything should be the way you requested!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST LOVE xx

So I took one or two things out of the book as well. Let’s just say the reader is a bit older then Robin and Finney and Vance is the same age as the reader so everything makes a bit more sense :)

(I LOST THE ENTIRE ENDING AND HAD TO RE-WRITE IT OMG NOOOO)

Warnings: Cursing, kidnapping, Assault, implied wounds/injuries let me now if there‘s anything else

I didn’t mean to..

Like every summer, you stood next to Vance at the grab and go machine and chewed on a popsicle you bought just a few moments ago. You liked Vance since like forever but never had the balls to tell him that. The store was not particularly full, but a good amount of kids where in it. Some didn’t care about Vance, some intentionally didn’t look in his direction and a few watched him play with the pinball machine.

The store bell was heard and Finney entered with Robin „Hey Y/N!“ Robin chimmed and came over to you „Hey you two! What’re you up to?“ a joyful smile formed on your face as you spoke „We‘re preparing for a movie night!“ Finney spoke up this time.

You chuckled „Sounds like you guys have a plan. I‘m coming over at 9, your dad called this morning to watch you and Gwen.“ Finney nodded and Robin started walking to the candy isle and picking some stuff from the shelves „sounds good, so we‘ll see you at nine“ he said und walked to the counter, paid and walked back to the two of you „We‘ll watch some horror movies, so prepare yourself!“ Robin said teasingly

„See you at 9 Y/n!“ Finney said and waved goodbye before leaving the store with Robin. You chuckled and turned back to Vance. He seemed really tense „you okay vance?“ you said while slightly leaning your head to the side „Shut up loser!“ vance growled while starring at the machine Infront of him. You didn’t say anything after that but stayed with Vance for the next few hours.

It was 6 when the grab and go store closed, which led you to your current situation. You and Vance walked together through the streets, when Vance stopped. His house was in the opposite direction of your house „uhm vance.? Could you maybe walk me to my house?“ you asked. The thought of walking home alone made your stomach twist. Vance scoffed „Walk home yourself idiot, why would I waste my time on walking you home?!“ he scoffed

You looked at him pleadingly „Please? You know that there is a kidnapper aroun-“ Vance turned to you aggressively „I DON‘T CARE!“ he yelled and you flinched „Ugh honestly I’d be glad if he‘d take you, so you won’t annoy me anymore!“ That hurt.. Vance wanted to take everything he said back, but the amount of anger and jealousy he felt prevented him from apologizing

Vance was jealous that Finney and Robin wanted to spend time with you, even tho he knew the three of you were only friends. You let your head sink and nodded silently „I-I will just walk home myself.. sorry to bother“ you said while turning away from him and walking off

Vance bit on his lower lip. God he wanted to stop you and apologize, but his ego was bigger then his body so the only thing he could do was walk to his house, leaving you all to yourself.

You sighed. You were sad about vances outburst.. why was he behaving like this? You were in your own world and didn’t notice the van that was parked a few meters Infront of you. You snapped out of your thoughts when a men in a hat appeared Infront of you.

He startled you which made you jump back a bit „Oh sorry little one! Didn’t mean to scare ya“ the stranger put up his hands defensively „Haha sorry..“ you said awkwardly „You know.. my van broke down and I need some help“ he stated. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet „I uhm.. I need to go home sorry“ you said, your heart racing

„It won’t take long! In exchange for your help, I’ll show you a magic trick. I‘m a part time magician, you know“ he sounded genuine, so you had to give in „okay sure“ he gestured you to the back of the van and you followed hesitantly. He opened the back and got a spray bottle and a few black balloons out of the van „It’s a very funny trick, let me show you“ he shook the can quite aggressively and stepped closer.

Your feet shifted uncomfortably again and you waited for him to show you ‚the trick‘ but before you could register what happened, he lunged at you and tangled you in the balloons while lifting you off your feet „NO STOP!“ you yelled and wiggled in his grasp. You screamed and instinctively bit his arm. He dropped you, but your little attack didn’t stun him for long, because before you could even get of the ground to run away, he grabbed you again way harsher then before.

You opened your mouth to scream again, but he sprayed something in your mouth and eyes. You started to choke and cough while the stranger threw you in the back of the van and you slowly lost your consciousness. Everything went black.

———

„Where is she?“ Finney said worried „They’re never late“ Robin sighed „Maybe something came up?“ he suggested. Finney shook his head „No they would‘ve called to tell us that they‘ll be late“ Finney grew worried by every passing minute. It was now 9:30 and you still haven’t showed up.

Even Gwen got worried and when the clock struck 10 there was no excuse anymore for your tardiness. Robin suggested that you’re maybe at Vances and they‘ll visit your house tomorrow. Surely nothing happened.. at least that’s what they hoped for.

———

You woke up on a cold mattress. You couldn’t see anything.. the spray that bastard used must have had some blindness effect in it. You were barely able to sit up.. your body still had a numb feeling to it, like it wasn’t your own „so you‘re finally awake!“ the grabbers voice was heard from a not so comfortable distance away

„Look at my arm! It’s covered in blood..“ he said in a low tone „though.. I doubt you can see shit“ you couldn’t exactly see, but you felt him shake his hand Infront if your face. You were frozen in fear and just stared into space.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak and you didn’t even dare to blink. „how about I get you a soda? Hm? You like soda?“ you felt his hand reach for your hair. He stroked it gently until he came to a sudden stop „did you hear a phone?“ you didn’t hear anything „the damn phone is ringing“ you felt the mattress lift when he got up „I‘m gonna get you a soda, after I see who is calling hm?“ you didn’t answer and he locked the door behind him. You were all alone now…

———

Robin slept at finneys house and all three of the kids were woken up by the sound of the doorbell. Finney was the one that answered the ringing, Infront of him stood two police investigators „Hello, is your father home?“ one of the investigators asked to which Finney shook his head „No.. he‘s working“ Gwen came to the door aswell „Can we come in? We have some questions for you“ he said and Finney let the two police men in.

Robin, Finney and Gwen were sat in the living room „We heard that you are friends with Y/n/l“ the investigator started „When did you last see them?“ he continued. Finney rubbed his hands while Robin frowned „Why?? Did something happen?“ the other investigator cleared his throat „Well.. Y/n/l is missing since yesterday evening.. their parents reported them missing this morning“

Silence

Gwen covered her mouth in shock while Finney could only stare at the police men „WHAT? NO WAY THAT CAN‘T BE TRUE!“ Robin yelled and jumped out of his seat „Hey kid, please sit down..“ he said „WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIT DOWN Y/N IS MISSING!“ Finn grabbed ahold of Robin and looked at him and shook his head to which Robin sighed and sat back down.

They questioned the three kids for awhile before leaving. They all couldn’t believe it.. there was NO way in hell that you were missing! You are too old for the grabber surely! He only kidnaps kids from 9 to 13 to say the least, but you were older! Gwen started to sob and Finney comforted his little sister.

That was three days ago. Vance didn’t know you were missing. Yet. He thought you were mad at him because he was rude to you earlier, he stayed home after he insulted you so he didn’t even see the missing flyers of you.

As soon as he entered school and sat in the first lesson, he got called to the principle office. He thought he did something, which wasn’t unlikely because he often beat up kids, but when he saw two police investigators he really thought he fucked up.

„Sit down, please“ the principle said and gestured to the empty seat Infront of the police „We are here to ask you some questions Mr Hopper“ he started „whatever“ Vance scoffed „It‘s about your friend Y/n/l“ Vance frowned „are you aware that they are missing?“ He asked

„The fuck did you say?“ he growled „Vance language!“ the principle warned „WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSING??“ he yelled. The two investigators looked at each other before looking back at the blond boy „they went missing 3 days ago. We assume it‘s ‚the grabbers‘ doing. We are here to ask when the last time you saw them was“ Vance world crashed and everything he said to you repeated itself in his head. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t actually want you to go missing!

„Fuck“ he was at a loss of words. He couldn’t think straight „Fuck fuck“ the principle tensed in their chair „please calm down and cooperate Mr hopper.“ one of the investigators said, but Vance wasn’t listening anymore. He violently got up from his chair, knocking it over in the process „SHUT UP YOU STUPID CUNT!“ he yelled before running out of the principles office.

His mind was racing as he ran out of the school finally noticing the flyers of you. They seemed to be everywhere. Why didn’t he notice? why? If he just walked you home that day.. would you still be here? Or would you both be gone? Vance completely broke down behind an old building. Tears pooling down from his perfect face onto the pavement. It’s all his fault..

———

You couldn’t remember how much time passed but it felt like forever. Apparently you started to go nuts because you could hear the phone ring. You got three phone calls.. that’s all you knew. The first one gave you the clue to try and climb out of the window with a piece of wire which resulted in the grid falling on you..

The next one was from the missing boy Bruce Yamada. You knew him because Finney lost a baseball game against him. He played like a champ. He told you to break the tiles of the floor and dig a hole.. you threw the grid in the hole and covered it with a dirty carpet that layed next to the even more disgusting toilet.

The grabber left the door unlocked once, that’s when you got the third call from ‚paperboy‘. He revealed to you that it was a trap. The grabber would sit in a chair upstairs with a belt and wait for you to come upstairs. It was a game he played.. ‚naughty boy‘ you didn’t dare to go upstairs that day and stayed in the basement trying more ways to escape.

You broke down twice. You felt like you wouldn’t make it out of this place alive. You were tired and didn’t feel like having the strength to continue. You wished for this to end but you had to fight.. for Finney and Robin.. for Gwen and Your family.. you still had something important to do! You had to admit your feelings for Vance too! You couldn’t die without telling him how much you loved him!

The thought gave you strength to continue. Even if you were alone in this, you had to try your best..!

———

„FINN!!“ Gwen yelled and rushed to her brothers room „what??“ Finn said startled „Did you have another dream???“ Gwen nodded hysterically and finn almost worried that her had would fall off by the way she nodded. Then she told him everything. How she had seen you run away from a house with a metal fence, a dead tree and the house number 7741. Finn and Gwen immediately started looking for that house

It was raining and Finneys hair became a mess. They looked for an hour before they found the house from Gwen’s dream „This is it!“ she looked at Finney „Okay I will go get Robin! You call the police and tell them everything!“ he said and the little girl agreed instantly. She cycled home like the flash and Finney went to Robin and told him everything they found out.

———

You tried running away after the grabber fell asleep in his chair. You didn’t get far tho. He knocked you out with a single punch and that’s when all hell broke loose in your head. Your attempt of running away made you play his game… and today he would kill you, paperboy had warned you.

When you woke up the phone rang. Bruce was on the line telling you to fill the phone with dirt to make it heavier in combat. You filled the receiver with a lot of dirt and closed it up again. Tight.

You trained how to swing the phone.. Robin taught you how to defend yourself once. You were so fucking glad that he did… his voice was clear as day in your head

„You raise your fist, take a fast step back, step forward, step back and swing!“

You repeated this until you felt ready enough.. you chewed through the phone cord and that’s when the basement door opened. You clutched the phone tight in your hand, but to your surprise it wasn’t your kidnapper that peeked through the door. It was someone completely new to you!

„Holy jesus fucking Christ! I knew my brother was hiding something from me in the basement! But this?!“ he seemed really excited „please! C-Call my mom- call the police!“ you pleadingly asked „Hey don’t worry my brother isn’t here he had to go to work!“ he said and stepped closer, opening the door more and more „Hey do you wanna here the story how I found you?“ you shook your head and the more the door opened the more it revealed the grabber sneaking closer to his brother with a raised axe in hand.

„No- no NO!“ you tried to talk but everything you wanted to say got caught up in your throat. Then the axe hit the back of the brothers head with a disgusting sound of cracking bone and flesh „NOO!“ you screamed, having to witness the murder that took place. Blood splattered around and tainted the grabbers mask red. The body hit the ground hard and all you wanted to do was throw up.

„Look what you made me do kid“ he said disappointed „No.. No that wasn’t me! I didn’t!“ you said in shock. The grabber janked the axe out of his brothers head „you are special y/n.. I‘m gonna take my time with you because I really want this to hurt“ his voice was a mere growl. He called his dog and leashed him next to the door.

Thats when he lunged at you. You dodged him and made a quick dash to the carpet that covered the hole you had dug days back. When he came running you pulled the string making him trip and fall in the hole, breaking his ankle with the grid underneath. He screamed and that was your cue to attack. You raised the phone, took a fast step back, stepped forward, stepped back and swung.

Another scream erupted from the grabber, this time he sounded more like a hurt animal. You hit him again and again, even breaking his mask in the progress. Only then you realized the long black phone chord. You wrapped both hands around the chord, jumped behind him and wrapped the chord around his neck and pulled as hard as you could. He choked and gagged but you only pulled harder until-

The phone rang

„It’s for you“ you said in a low voice holding the speaker to the grabbers ear

———

The house that Gwen informed the police about had the bodies of the three missing kids buried inside. Griffin, Billy and Bruce. You weren’t there. The trio sat on the pavement and waited. Robin was the first that saw you walking out of the house, opposite of the house that Gwen dreamed about. Then did Finn Followed by Gwen.

Robin ran towards you and embraced you, so did Finn and Gwen. The four of you hugged each other and this time you let the tears roll down your face. Even the hard ass Robin started sobbing. The police quickly noticed you and rushed you to a waiting ambulance. You got checked out and later asked a ton of questions.. it was the end. Your nightmare was finally over!

The police let you go and suddenly you were all over the news. People called you „the kid that survived the serial killer and kidnapper of Denver“ it was a lot to cope with.. but you had your friends and family on your side to help you.. and for that you were grateful.

———

A day has passed after your rescue. Your doorbell rang and on your porch stood Vance. He looked like he had been bawling his eyes out. Not even a second after opening the door he started apologizing „i-I’m sorry y/n.. I didn’t mean it“ he said while clutching his fists and looking at the ground. He felt ashamed for what he had done „I‘m a fucking idiot and you have the right to hate me for it-“

To his surprise you pulled him in for a tight hug. You weren’t sure if he could feel it, but your heart made crazy backflips. You felt loved by the way he showed how much he cared for you „it’s not your fault vance.. I know you didn’t mean it!“ you said reassuring. He gently hugged you back and you wished to stay like this forever

„I thought I lost you..“ he whispered „you don’t annoy me ever… I was just so jealous of Finney and Robin.. I love it when you are around..“ he said and you decided here and then to admit what you wanted to tell him all this time „Vance..“ you parted the hug to look at him. You took a deep breath in „I love you, you are the reason I didn’t give up back then..“ you stopped looking at him, your face flushing a deep red.

Then there was a few seconds of silence „After everything I’ve done to you, you still love me?“ he asked. You felt his hands coming up to both sides of your cheeks and a gentle force making you look him in the face. Only then did you notice a tear rolling from his face while he gave you the sweetest smile „I‘ve been in love with you for month you idiot“ he said, chuckling a bit.

You smiled softly „i‘m glad I got to tell you“ you said and that’s when you and Vance shared your first kiss. It was a few seconds long, but it was something you would cherish as a memory forever…

A/n: OMG HI! I wrote this for an ENTIRE day and lost progress in the middle of it, so I’m sorry if I got lazy at the end. (Also I feel like I didn’t actually do the request quite right so let me know if I didn’t) I’m so tired but I do kinda love this <3

Thanks for reading and be sure to drop a few comments on how you liked it (or didn’t)

BYE LOVE YOU!! xx

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smutlord-supreme · 1 year

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I just saw the cod: reaction to stalker post and I just have to say HOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT’S SO COMFORTING BECAUSE SAME. 💕😔✊ I don’t know if requests are open, but if it isn’t I just want to say I loved your post. However, if it is I would be really interested in a full length piece. Any characters are good for me because the way you’ve written them is really comforting. 💖

Thank you so much! I'm always looking for excuses to write so of course requests are open! Please excuse the fact that this was typed up at 9pm on a work night so it may not be perfect. (Plus autocorrect is on and we're like mortal enemies). I also chose Gaz because honestly I haven't seen any X Reader fics of Gaz and I find that super sad.

Without further ado.

The Watcher

Gaz x Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: Stalking, implied dating, very (and I mean very) little implied sexual relationship

You get some concerning texts and tell your boyfreund Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick about them.

You were always the cool headed one. Unlike Gaz who tended to be impulsive. So when you sat him down one day for a talk he assumed one of two things, you were breaking up with him, or you were dying.

You sat him down on your sectional, body facing him, but eyes on the ground. His heart was breaking at a thousand beats per minute, mind searching every little thing that had happened over the last few months. The moments you took to compose yourself causing the blood to rush in his ears.

"I have something to show you." You broke the silence, pulling out your phone and opening it to a text conversation. Scrolling all the way to the top you hand him the phone in silence. Allowing him to read.

After those first few messages the texted is silent until an hour ago. Where they send a photo of the outside of your apartment.

When Gaz is done reading he jumps off the couch and runs to the nearest window, peering down at the street corner that the photo was taken from.

"I already looked no one was there." You sounded dejected and exhausted. Almost resigned to the fact someone was peering in your windows at 11am.

"WTF baby, why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" It was a good question, every morning when you woke uo you would make time to read and respond to messages. And that was hours ago.

"I thought it was a prank at first. I used to get messages like this all the time before I met you. I figured it was one of my freinds with new number trying to freak me out." You shrugged your shoulders, letting them hang low. You propped your elbows on your knew and layed your forehead in you Palms. Cradling your skull like it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.

Gaz sat back down on the couch, throwing one arm around you. Grabbing onto your should opposite to him and rubbing it lightly with his thumb. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I don't think I'd know what to think at first either. I'm not trying to blame you." He scratched his stubble with his free hand, thinking. "Is there any chance it's still one of your freinds?"

You shook your head, still cradled in your hands. " I texted everyone, no one fessed up and none if my freinds would go this far for a practical joke."

He made a hmm noise before standing back up. He grabbed your arm and hauled you off the couch. "Come on let's get you in the shower, I think you need a reset."

Dispite being positive and chipper as normal, anger radiated off of Gaz. He was smiling but his eyes were dark and full of hate. You weren't afraid of him, but you also had a feeling that he didn't want you to say no. And anyways, Gaz normally knew what was best for you.

You trailed after him to your shared bathroom, sitting down on the toilet while he got the water to the perfect temperature. "Get in, I'll throw a towel in the dryer for when you get out." You couldn't lie the steam radiating off of the shower was tempting so you stripped and stepped in while he closed the door and left you to your devices.

Most days Gaz would be begging to join you, but today there was none of that. Adding to your feeling of unease. As you washed your hair you heard the dryer start on the other side of the house. Not long after Gaz was on the phone with someone, speaking softly so you couldn't understand him. Although, in the small flat it was impossible to hide the fact that he was talking.

Soon you stepped out, turning the water off, still standing in the shower for a moment while Gaz said his goodbyes. Puttering across the Flat and grabbing the towel before opening the bathroom door. He wrapped you up, hugging you tightly as he did. "It's all going to be ok. Let sit down and watch something for a bit. I hear a new episode came out of your favorite show."

He hated that show. You and Gaz may share many traits, but taste in TV as not one of those. Still he made time to watch every episode with you, even recording them on DVR. He always said DVR was the best way to watch things, he hated streaming services.

You dried off and he gave you a pair of his sweats and a plain white t-shirt before embracing you and falling onto the couch. You laid there for most of the episode. Almost falling asleep with his warmth beside you.

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You were jolted by a knock at the door. Gaz ran to the door while you huddled at the end of the couch, worried it was your stalker. He swung the door open. Embracing the man on the other side of the door like an old brother. "Brody!" He clapped the man on his back. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you lost weight?"

Gaz was always like this around his freinds, all charisma. (Although around people he was interested in romantically? That's something different all together. It was still a miracle he ever managed to pull you. Maybe you just like the awkward charm and bad jokes). The man stepped into your home, grinning from ear to ear and reciprocating Gaz's enthusiasm. He was wearing a policemen's uniform with the hat tucked under his elbow.

"Good to see you old freind. I've got to say I was not expecting a call like this. You always seem to take care of shit on your own, whether we like you to or not."

The police were still bitter that Gaz had left to join the 141. Alot of his freinds were on the force, and it had taken a while for them to be on speaking terms again. It warmed your heart to see that they still answered his call.

... his call. He had called the cops. Without telling you.

You couldn't lie you were a little peeved. But you never would have called yourself. You didn't like the idea of sitting and waiting for some stranger to come to your home, making you relive your worst memories.

The officer walked over to you extending a hand to your huddled position. "Brody Sangster at your service." You took it, shaking it firmly, suddenly hyper aware of your dripping hair and casual clothing.

"Nice to meet you Officer Sangster. Please have a seat." You un-hunched yourself, sitting upright on the far end of the couch, extending a hand to signal him to sit on the other end. Gaz plopped himself in a armchair to your left, holding your hand that dangled over the edge.

"I've heard you've had quite a scare. Care to tell me about it?" He pulled out a small notepad and pen from his breast pocket.

You glanced at Gaz who nodded. "I know it's scary and I know it's sudden but you wouldn't have called on your own."

You sigh and nod. "I know, it's probably for the best. Better to get this out now before it gets worse." You told Brody about the texts and the photo from the unkown number. He nodded as you spoke, asking to see the messages, which you eagerly showed him.

"Thank you for the information, I just have a few more questions if you're willing?" You nod. "Thank you, now have there been any other weird occurrences over the last few days? Cars following you, unknown calls that hang up shortly after, people asking after you to your freinds or coworkers?"

You shake your head, "not that I know of."

He writes "thank you again, one last question. Have you ever had something like this happen before?"

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Gaz before looking back at the officer. You nod slowly.

Gaz sits foreward, "how come you've never told me this?" He looks more concerned than upset.

"I was still in high school then, it never really came up. Plus last I heard he was in prison." A small shake comes to your voice as you remember him.

You had transferred halfway through the year with no freinds to speak of. Everyone at the small town school had formed clicks already without you, so you were left eating lunch alone most days.

You had first noticed him staring at you about a month into the semester. He never seemed to blink when you saw him out of your perefreal, but when you turned your head he suddenly had something more interesting.

You tried to talk to him few times, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He took this olive branch as an entire tree and began to follow you everywhere. Walking you to classes, eating lunch together, studying together, even going as far as to follow you home on multiple occasions.

Honestly you were just happy to have a freind, so you ignored all the red flags. Your next year of high school was better, you made new freinds, excelled in classes and even joined after school clubs. You still hung out with the boy of course, but you had other things to do now too.

He hated that.

Soon you found threatening notes in your book bag and your home vandalized on multiple occasions. It took months to catch him in the act, but afterwards he was quickly kicked from school.

That didn't stop him though. The threats continued and intensified up until you graduated and moved away. He seemed to be in love with you. Taking every chance he had to profess it. It all culminated in his arrest your senior year, when he had attacked your ex boyfreind in a park. Slicing the side of his face open. You had never been so terrified in your life.

"Babe?" Gaz's voice came to you over your own thoughts. "I think the officer has enough, why don't you go lay down?"

You were exhausted and just nodded, dragging yourself off the couch and to the bedroom.

You heard Gaz say a few goodbyes and the door closing and locking (louder than was normal, almost like he was putting on a show). You heard him fiddling with all of the windows for a couple of minutes before he joined you in your bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a squeak. "Hey babe, I'm sorry about that, I know that was hard. Hopefully they'll catch the guy soon and you won't have to think about him ever again." He began rubbing between your shoulders in slow rhythmic movements.

You rolled over and grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved, but your heart was in the right place. I don't think I would have had the strength to do that myself." You raised the covers inviting him in. He gladly obliged, holding you to his chest as you both settled off to sleep.

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The next few days were largely uneventful. No new texts or photos, although a box of xhoxolates did show up at the front desk for you, but Gaz had given them the rundown (he had been driving you to work and back everyday) and they had been thrown away immediately.

It was the fifth day when you finally got a call from Brody.

"Hey, I've got some updates for you. Do you have a place to sit?"

You were at home in the kitchen making some tea when he called. You ran into the the living room, putting the phone on speaker. You plopped yourself next to Gaz and slapped him arm a few time so he would pat attention.

"Im sitting now. What do you have to tell me?"

"We caught the guy about 30 minutes ago..." He took a pause looking for words. "Umm... idk how else to say this but he was living in the unit below you. He got out of prison sometime last month and dropped off the radar. Got fake papers and everything."

Your blood ran cold. He was so close this whole time. Gaz took the phone from your hand as you processed what Brody had said. The blood rushing in your ears.

"Thank you officer can you do me one more favor... as a freind?"

Less than a half hour later you were standing in front of a line up of 5 men. Something completely unnecessary as the culprit had fressed up the moment he had been caught.

You and Gaz scanned their faces. #4 was your man.

"Damn he's ugly." Gaz said. A grin on his face. "How the fuck he ever thought he'd pull you is beyond me." You smile tightly still confused by this whole interaction. Gaz continues. "He looks like a Muppet bred with a kangaroo." You let off a little laugh at this strangely apt quip.

"He does doesn't he."

"Yeah, and look at how he's dressed. Khaki cargo shorts? In this cold? What a douche. I bet he thinks those sunglasses make him real hot too." You laughed louder at this.

"What are we doing here Gaz?" You asked him, the light returning to your eyes after the stress of the last few days.

"Oh I just wanted to know what you were missing out on. And I'm gonna tell you it's not much. Unless your into that crazed history professor on vacation look... you know the ear hair is growing on me I think." He pokes your side making you laugh before turning to the officer at the door. "I think we're done here, thank you."

The woman nods before opening the door. Gaz grabs your hand as you leave.

"See they got him, we don't have to worry. He even violated parole, he's not coming out for a long time." You smile at him.

"Thank you Gaz, I actually feel alot better now."

"I love you so much." He stops and presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too," you whisper in return.

He straightens back up and smiles at you. "Idk about you but I'm starving, what do you think about Indian?"

"That sounds wonderful."

Post: Gaz pays for you both to break the lease on your shared apartment. You don't mention that it makes you uncomfortable, but he just seems to know it weird you out that he was living below you. He buys a small townhouse, no bigger than your old home, but without any upstairs or downstairs neighbors.

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Three

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, alcohol/drinking, angst, (this is lowkey a slow burn so..)

a/n: so many people in that last chapter were wondering how YN would react to Buckaroo’s comment and well, here we are. also, wanda is the best friend we all should strive to be.

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Rage. White hot, unbridled rage surged through your body. It was all you felt towards Bucky, no not Bucky, the complete stranger standing before you. Before you could even get your brain to think about what you were doing your hand reared back and landed a slap right on his cheek, quickly a red mark in the shape of your hand was beginning to take form. The surprise in his eyes at your actions was quickly replaced with a dark anger and he opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off.

“No you don’t get to talk to me like that. In fact you don’t get to talk to me at all. You made that decision. I made a mistake coming here. I want nothing to do with you, James Barnes,” you hissed, the anger still bubbling beneath the surface and before you could look in his eyes a month longer you swiftly turned to leave through the front door. Suddenly, your wrist was being grabbed and you were twisted back to face Bucky, silent rage building in his face as well. He went to speak but was interrupted yet again, this time by Steve and Natasha. Steve’s hand sat firmly on Bucky’s shoulder while Natasha’s removed his grasp from your wrist. You refused to look at either of them, fearing that your resolve would break down even more if you looked into the faces of your other two best friends. Natasha’s hand was light on your wrist, almost questioning, as if she couldn’t quite believe you were here. Like she was scared your fury would be directed at her next.

Steve spoke first, “if you’re going to talk let’s do it off the dance floor, you know the big open place where every single person is staring right at you.” The tone he used, as if trying to not frighten a stray animal, pissed you off yet again. But this time before you could speak Bucky finally spoke.

“Ms. L/N was just leaving. Natasha, lead her out,” he spoke nonchalantly but there was something there, something dark and angry and…hurt? His whirlpool of unspoken emotions confused you. As if you were the one that stopped talking to him. As if you forced him to leave the state to deal with your betrayal. As if you were the one who stopped loving him first.

Twisting your wrist out of Natasha’s grip you snarled in Bucky’s direction, “I can let myself out. I don’t need Natasha’s help. Not now, not ever.” If you’d been looking at her you would’ve noticed the deep look of hurt settling on your face at your words. But you didn’t care. The three of them deserved your hatred. They abandoned you. For better or worse that’s what they did. And they broke your heart, each in their own way.

When you turned around, to head out the door you entered earlier, Bucky’s deep growl sounded behind you, “Oh and Y/N,” the venom with which he spoke your first name, the first time you’d heard your name slip from his lips in years, caused the hairs on your body to stand up, “be lucky that I make it a rule not to hurt a woman, because that little stunt you just pulled? Men have been killed for less.” The threat hung unspoken in the air between you and your body froze at what he was implying. In all your years of knowing him, he’d never threatened you but he’d also never spoken so plainly about the life he was being groomed for. But something stuck with you. The fact that he said he makes it a rule never to hurt a woman. And it gave you just enough courage to look over your shoulder and spit your parting words at him.

“You might want to rethink that statement, Barnes. Wouldn’t want you lying to your men about how you’d never hurt a woman,” and you stalked around Natasha and out the door of The Underworld. Your heart was thudding against your chest, anger and sadness swirling through your veins. That was not the same Bucky Barnes you knew all those years ago. Something had changed. Something had taken root deep inside him and done away with the young man you once knew. And you wanted nothing to do with the man he is now. You started the walk back to your parents’ place when a voice called from behind you to slow down. Against your better judgement, you stopped as Natasha approached, out of breath from jogging to you. You waited for her to catch her breath, the silence growing more awkward as you waited for her to speak.

“I just wanted to say…it’s good seeing you, kid,” she spoke like she was embarrassed to say those words to you and if it had been ten years ago, hell even nine, you probably would have welcomed her with open arms and the same sentiment. But Bucky wasn’t the only one who had grown. The only one who had changed. You’d spent the last decade attempting to wipe away the memories of the friend that that had left you behind. So your response to Natasha was more snarky than anything as you turned to leave her presence for the second time that night.

“Can’t say I agree, Romanoff.” This time you didn’t want for her to say anything and you continued walking back to your parents’ place. Upon your arrival, your mother must not have been able to tell that you were barely holding it together because she was asking about your night and telling you again about her friend whose son was a Senator now. The name sounded familiar, like one you’d heard a thousand times when you were a kid. But you couldn’t pay attention now. You called out a goodnight to your parents and walked up the stairs to your childhood bedroom where you’d be staying until your furniture was delivered.

It looked the exact same as it had ten years ago. You knew that your mother would have it be some weird version of a time capsule. She never touched it, with hopes that you’d come back and live with them again. She got her wish for the one night and it was all you’d be able to offer. When the lock on the door clicked shut behind you, you broke down. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to cry over Bucky Barnes.

When you started crying, your tears were angry tears. You kept thinking things like “how dare he talk to me like that when I was doing nothing different than all his other patrons” and “how dare he embarrass me in front of Natasha and Steve” until they eventually shifted to tears of sadness. You were sad that the loving, kind, goofy Bucky you’d known years ago seemed to not exist anymore. You were sad that Natasha and Steve weren’t your friends anymore, so technically he just embarrassed you in front of complete strangers. You cried for your childhood. A childhood that was made up playing on the playground with Bucky and Steve, them saving you from bullies, you and Natasha staying on the phone late at night as you giggled about boys and makeup. They’d all grown up. The children you once knew, no longer present. And you had too.

The next morning you made sure to press a cold washcloth over your eyes before going downstairs to greet your mother. When you woke up your eyes were red and puffy, a clear sign that you’d fallen asleep while crying and you couldn’t have your mother wondering why, on your first night back at home, you looked the same way you had when you’d left a decade ago. She’d made sure the cook made your favorite breakfast items and you listened to your mother drone on and on, barely listening as you attempted to drown yourself in coffee. It was only when you realized that your mother was asking you a question, waiting for your response, that you turned your attention back to her.

“I’m sorry, mom, what did you say? I was somewhere else.”

“You and that imaginative brain of yours, always thinking up some other place you’d rather be,” she had been a master of the guilt trip when you were a child, looks like that was one of the things that hadn’t changed, “I said, I was speaking with Martha Stinson today and I told her you were back in town and she was just delighted to hear that. And well, I took the liberty to set you up on a date with her son, Liam.”

The coffee you were swallowing at the moment scorched your throat as you attempted to not spit it all over your mother. She would’ve been disappointed after the years of etiquette and manners classes in your adolescence.

“I’m sorry, you did what?” You tried not to screech, you tried to keep your voice level.

“Oh honey it’s just a dinner with Liam, he’s a Senator now you know. And he was such a sweet child, you two used to hang out remember?”

“Yeah when we were forced to because we were invited over to the Stinson’s for dinner, not because we wanted to and certainly not because we were friends!” Your voice was raising slightly, a little hysterical if you were being honest, so you took a breath and counted to ten in your head, silently thanking your therapist for teaching you that trick, before continuing to try and figure out why your mother was playing matchmaker when you’d been home for less than twenty four hours. “Mom, why did you set me up on a date with Liam Stinson?”

Your mother’s brow quirked as if she was taking offense to the serious tone of your question but with a shrug of her shoulders her eyes grew a little softer. “My sweet girl, I just thought that it might be nice for you to get out and meet some people, maybe reconnect with an old friend.”

“Not a friend.”

“Psh, a better friend to have now than the…others…you used to hang with,” your mother sneered as she subtly mentioned Bucky and your- no his- friends. Bucky came from money, and your family was always invited to the Barnes family dinners and charity balls and vice versa. You were always around each other. When Bucky had ghosted you, your mother had taken the brunt of your emotions. The whole situation must have soured her opinion on Bucky. You and Liam never got along. It wasn’t that you hated him or he hated you, he just always acted more uppity and like he was better than everyone else whenever you hung out. And you hated that. She must’ve seen the resistance in your eyes because you let out a breath and put her arm over your shoulders reassuringly.

“Just do your poor old mother a favor and humor me, hmm? Who knows, maybe you could see yourself marrying him and giving me grandkids,” she added with a wink. The mere contemplation of a future with Liam Stinson had your stomach rolling as you focused on keeping the bile inside where it belonged and not on the expensive Turkish rug under your feet.

“I guess I can humor you. When’s the date?” you sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you would go on this date for her but that didn’t mean you’d have to like it.

“Oh thank you! It’s tomorrow night!” she exclaimed, and she must’ve mistaken the frantic look in your eyes for one of excitement because she held you close before you were scrambling away. One glance at the clock had you pulling your mother into a hug and apologizing that you had to leave, grabbing your suitcase from the hallway as you hurried to hail a cab and make it back to your apartment in time to help the movers. You silently thanked the universe that your mother hadn’t made the date with Liam for tonight, you knew you’d be too hot and tired after moving to entertain anyone’s attempts at flirting. The rest of the day was busy and hot. You helped the movers when you could, but mostly tried to stay out of their way. You slowly began unpacking your apartment, taking time to decide where you wanted each item to go and how you wanted them set up. The movers were gone before dinner so you treated yourself to take out Chinese as you sat, truly alone, in your new home. You couldn’t help but feel a little homesick, the thought made you chuckle emotionlessly as you realized you were home, but not the home you’d made for yourself. So you did the next best thing. You opened a bottle of wine and FaceTimed Wanda.

“Oh Billy! Tommy! Come here babies, look it’s Auntie Y/N!” Your best friend squealed over the speaker as she ran with the phone to find the twins scrambling to find their mother. The sight of the family you left behind caused tears to well up in your eyes as you talked to your best friend and her little family. Jarvis came around not long into the call to tell you hello and that he missed your help with the boys already. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you missed them just as much, if not more, than they missed you. Jarvis took over giving the boys a bath to give you and Wanda some time to catch up, even though you’d just talked to her the day before and just seen her the day before that.

“So tell me, is New York everything I thought it would be,” Wanda sighed dreamily as you made yourself comfortable on the couch. You snorted as Wanda cracked a grin. She knew your answer. She had been asking you about the city for years, she had hyper-romanticized it in her head so it was up to you to level her with reality occasionally.

“I swear this city is crazier than when I left it,” you mumbled around the rim of your wine glass before taking a large swig and finishing your glass. When you looked back at your phone was Wanda was looking at you with wide eyes, a concerned look etching its way upon her features.

“Oh honey you only chug wine when you’re upset or angry…what happened, you’ve only been home a day!” She had switched to her concerned mother voice, a voice she used pretty well that also seemed to calm you down pretty quickly. But in order to tell her about all that had happened in the last twenty four hours you knew you were going to need more wine and a lot more patience. You held up one finger to signal for her to hold on, and refilled your glass before taking another large gulp and a deep breath afterwards. Wanda winced automatically on the other side of the country and waited with bated breath for you to tell her everything.

Wanda was always easy to talk to. The story of the events of the last twenty four hours came spilling from your lips. She reacted at the right parts, her reactions always appropriate to whatever you were telling her. At one point she’d even threatened to fly across the country and castrate Bucky herself, you’d kindly told her that may have been a step too far but if that ever was something you needed you were glad she’d help. When you told her about how Natasha’d had the nerve to chase you down just to tell you it was good to see you, her face grew red with anger as she fussed about ‘how good it would’ve been to see you ten years ago but nooooooo you chose the asshole’s side.” Her commentary always made tough situations and recaps a little more bearable.

She had nearly peed herself when she heard that your mother had set you up on a date. In between her laughs she struggled to catch her breath and speak at the same time, “Wait. You mean. To tell me wheeze. That your mother. Is so ready for grandkids. She set you up. Within TWENTY FOUR HOURS!”

When Wanda said it like that it made you burst out in laughter as well. The reality of your mother wanting you to have a child so badly that she was willing to set you up with the first eligible bachelor was laughable. Eventually, your laughter died down as your eyes began to get a little heavy, likely from the entire bottle of wine you hadn’t realized you’d drank. When you held the empty bottle in front of the camera Wanda’s eyes widened yet again and the laughter started up all over. You hiccuped a good night to Wanda, and made sure she knew to give all your love to the boys, before you practically crawled your way into your bedroom, changing clothes and wiggling your way under the covers before falling asleep almost immediately.

That night you dreamed of the movie The Lion King, something you hadn’t done in years. Bits of scenes from the movie were interspersed with your own memories, causing you to sleep fitfully.

Eleven Years Ago

“You see that, baby?” Bucky purred in your ear from where he was standing behind you. The two of you had made it up onto the roof of his parents’ brownstone and were sharing kisses made sweeter by pilfered wine.

“Mmmm what Jamie?” you teased him with the nickname that always made him groan and pull you close to kiss you harder. This time he merely chuckled as he finished with his statement.

“Everything the light touches, sweetheart. Will be yours,” he whispered before biting lightly on your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine. Bucky rarely spoke about the life you knew he’d take on as soon as he graduated high school. You would’ve been blind to not realize that George Barnes was one of the most powerful, and dangerous, men in all of Manhattan. And that one day soon, your sweet Bucky would inherit the kingdom. So you chose to joke with him a little more as you turned around to face him, his arms blocking you in.

“Really, Buck? The Lion King? That’s how you wanna talk about this?”

“What! It’s how my dad explained it to me,” he teased, the corner of his lips twitching lightly, threatening to expose a sinful grin.

“Exactly, that’s your kingdom, Simba. Not mine,” you ruffled his hair to drive home the “lion mane” joke and he fake growled at you causing you to cackle with laughter before he spoke again, this time he was more quiet, his tone taking on more of a sense of admiration than before.

“And what if I want to make you its queen?” His question caused your heart to thunder in your chest, your eyes widening at what he was implying. This time his smirk did appear as he took in your surprise and added, “cause I love you, Y/N. And my dad always told me that every king needs his queen.”

The memory-dream shattered as the sound of your alarm blared next to your head, doing nothing to quell the burgeoning headache from a night of drinking. But you sent up a silent thank you to the universe for pulling you out of the ocean of memories whose current was always too strong as it tried to pull you back in.

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ofthehands · 3 months

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The Swing

A short fic about the swing made of railroad ties in the Sawyer's yard. ~3,300 words. Warnings for general Sawyer-isms/ some implied child abuse. It's a little sad, but not too heavy.

It was a hot summer morning. Jedidiah sat outside, with his eyes closed tight, and his hand over his wife’s. It was so hot outside her skin felt warm, and he could almost convince himself she was still alive. Jedidiah had no intention of moving, of ruining the moment he had with his Edith. Until he felt a soft tug at his shirt sleeve. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked down at his youngest grandson.

The little one was his favorite from the moment he was born. His oldest grandson was too much like him- in the face, in his heart, and in his heavy hands. When Jedidiah looked at Drayton, he could only see his mistakes. The middle boys- the twins- he was a little more fond of. There was novelty in having twins in the family again, his aunts were twins. But those boys were near rabid, and had the thinner, more weaslish features of their father. The twitchier of the two- either Nubbins or Bobby, Jedidiah honestly couldn’t remember- tried to get in his good graces, and would sometimes lay against his leg, calm-like and just talk to him. But the pair quickly fell into wrestling with each other again, and harassing their brothers. It was just their nature, like an old barn cat they would always be a little wild. Junior was special. He had a softer voice, and he was as kind hearted as it was possible for a Sawyer to be. And he had Edith’s eyes. There was something about that- something that got to Jedidiah’s cold old heart. Even though Edith was dead, gone for a long time, their love still persisted, still existed in the world in Junior’s face, and gentle hands, and the way he sang and hummed softly to himself. He was a special boy. Jedidiah loved him more than anything.

Which was why, when the boy came to him with a problem of any sort, he did his absolute best to fix it. Junior made those soft noises he did, and whimpered, and held something out to Jedidiah. Jedidiah had to pull it close to his face to see it. His vision was going. At his age, everything was going.

It was a broken chain link, and little Junior kept pointing at it, and babbling, and pointing to something else, something further. Jedidiah stood, slow and unsteady, and Junior grabbed his arm, supporting him gently.

“Show me.”

It was the swing. The Sawyers had an old white bench swing. The paint had chipped over the years, and it was rickety as all hell. And apparently, when little Junior sat on it, it broke. Well, Junior wasn’t exactly little. He had always been a big boy, with big hands and feet. Jedidiah figured he would end up the tallest of the brothers, though he didn’t tell that to the twins, who were constantly trying to one up each other, and teasing their older brother with threats of catching up to him soon. Regardless, Junior was a big boy, and it was an old swing. Jedidiah would have to get creative if he wanted to keep it from breaking on him again. The world would keep spinning ‘round, with or without Jedidiah in it, and he wanted to make sure the swing stayed up for his grandson year after year.

“Don’t worry, Junior,” he said, his voice sounding weak even to his own ears. “Grandpa’ll fix it up.”

It was the biggest project he had taken on in years. But it felt good. He used to take on things like that all the time- fixing stuff up around the house, and working on furniture, and when they came out, working on cars. But, his hands got shakier, his mind fuzzier, and his body weaker, so his projects had slowed down. It felt good to be doing it again, to be working with his hands and with his body. He had fixed the chain first, reconnecting it where it had broken in the middle with the piece of chain Junior had handed him and a pair of pliers. Junior sat at his side, clapping his hands and chattering occasionally, and watching with rapt attention. Jedidiah looked around at the surrounding trees, but they were all either too high up or too thin to support Junior’s weight long term, especially if he got as big as Jedidiah thought he would. So he started to scrounge around the property, looking for something sturdy enough, with little Junior helping to hold him up.

It got to noon, or some time close to it, and he had still found nothing. He knew it was around noon, because the twins ran out of the house like someone had lit a fire under their asses so they could harass their eldest brother as he pulled up in the driveway. All that had happened was Drayton had come home from the gas station for lunch before he went back out, but for the twins it was one of the most exciting happenings of the day. Or, at least any day they didn’t catch some poor animal and drag it back into the house to play with.

“Drayton! Drayton!” yelled the more talkative one. Jedidiah couldn’t honestly tell the twins apart, especially not that far away. The talkative one- Nubbins? Bobby? Jed was pretty sure it was Bobby- lunged at his brother the moment he got out of the car, throwing his whole body at him. The boy was only 12, and Drayton caught him, lifting him off the ground, to his great amusement. The quieter, twitchier one snuck up on him, then jumped at his back, trying to scale him like a squirrel running up a tree.

“Wh- Goddamn- Nubbins- quit that!” Drayton yelped, tossing the brother in his hands back to the ground, where he started rolling in the dirt, laughing, as his older brother tried to grab Nubbins off his back. Nubbins tried his best to claw and bite his brother like a wild animal, which Bobby seemed to find hilarious, especially as it further pissed off Drayton. Nubbins didn’t break skin when he bit family members, usually, but it was still the kind of foolishness that made Jedidiah a little less fond of the twins. Junior was a good boy, rarely if ever up to foolishness, and whose occasional foolishness was usually related to the schemes of the twins. Drayton managed to dislodge Nubbins, and toss him at his other brother. It seemed to knock the wind out of them, but the boys were up and laughing and trying to roughhouse in a heartbeat, so Jedidiah didn’t worry.

Those boys were as tough as they come- they probably wouldn’t have a mark on them, and it certainly didn’t ruin their mood. Junior was soft, emotionally- roughhousing too much with him upset him. And Drayton, when he was as young as they were, was a bit soft physically. He didn’t have any playmates, not really, but Jedidiah remembered how the boy had developed a habit of wearing long sleeve shirts in 100 degree heat, shamefully trying to hide handprints bruised onto fragile skin. Jedidiah always thought he might be soft with the boys, and honestly he was softer with his brothers than their father had been with him, but he had a temper that got the better of him at the worst of times. But, the boys had learned that quickly, about their big brother, and they were good at understanding when he was playing with them, and when to scurry like rats, into corners of the house they thought he might not find them in.

It was good they had a strong man’s presence in the house. Jedidiah had his suspicions about Drayton, and he would put money on his grandson’s status as a confirmed bachelor, but it hadn’t held him back from being a solid male presence in his younger brother’s lives. Which, with their father gone and Jedidiah’s health failing, they would need. Jedidiah worried only about the lack of a woman in the house, but there was nothing really could be done about that. Drayton wouldn’t bring home a wife, and Jedidiah was happy with Edith- he had one true love and a wonderful life with her. He didn’t want more. So the boys would have to make do being raised by their Grandpa and their brother. Jedidiah was confident his boys would turn out fine. He just hoped he was around to see it.

By the time Jedidiah was done thinking about all that, he and Junior had almost walked all the way to the front door. He used to be quicker. He had been a strong man, and a fast one too. When the old sheriff had come by their house yappin’ about a serial killer Jedidiah had run him down like a dog and beat him to death in one clean hit with the sledge. Nowadays, though, just walking down to the mailbox was an all day trip. He sighed a little, and Junior noticed, looking up at him, and slowing down a little. He made a soft noise, questioning, probably asking if Jedidiah was alright.

“Grandpa’s fine, boy. Just thinkin’ is all.” He wished Junior would talk, the boy was at least seven years old now and he should have been talking a long time ago, but that just never happened. Jedidiah had gotten comfortable with the idea that he probably wasn’t going to. That was alright. He loved Junior regardless, and he knew, even if he never said the words, that his boy loved him too.

He needed to get his boy’s swing fixed.

“Oh, Grandpa, you’re uh- lookin’ bright eyed and bushy tailed today! You uh- you want some lunch? I- I got some fresh sausages today, cooked ‘em myself down at the gas station-” Drayton came up to them, rambling as usual.

“Boy, I need you to do somethin’ for me,” Jedidiah said, putting a hand on his arm. Drayton’s eyes lit up. He liked to feel useful. “You know those railroad ties, them big logs those fellers that own that roofin’ business got?”

“Oh, yeah- I- I seen those-”

“I need you to steal me some. Three, maybe four. Can you do that for me?” It wouldn’t be easy, for damn sure.

“Uh.. Yeah- I’m- I’ll figure it out.”

Jedidiah had to admit he was a little surprised when Drayton actually managed it. Drayton got home in the evening, a little earlier than expected, and brought the railroad ties with him. Drayton and the twins helped to unload them. Then Jedidiah got to work. He managed most of it on his own, with Junior or the twins occasionally coming out to watch him work on it, or to ‘help’. But, eventually, it got a little too hard to finish on his own. Jedidiah had worn himself out with the measurements, and the construction of the damn thing. He had built it laying down- that was the only way he could build it- and he still needed to get the back legs on the thing, which was going to be a bitch, and then tilt it all back up. He didn’t have the strength to do it, and even though Junior was a big boy, he doubted the two of them could get it done alone.

“Junior, get your brothers,” Jedidiah said. “All of ‘em.”

The boys didn’t question what Jedidiah told them, at least not too much. Drayton and the twins held up one of the back legs of the thing, while Jedidiah attached it. His hands were getting shaky, and weak, and he wasn’t sure how much more of this his old body could take. Junior sat in rapt attention, watching as he attached the first one.

“I want all you little’uns outta the way now- we gonna see if it can hold itself up.” The younger boys cleared, the less coordinated twin tripping over his feet, and being pulled up by the talkative one. Drayton was the only thing holding up the leg now. He was a grown man, but not an impressively strong man, but he wasn’t struggling. That was a good sign. It was probably holding its own weight. Which needed to happen- Jedidiah might not be able to attach the other leg if this one failed- he just didn’t have that kind of energy. “Alright. That looks good. Get on out of the way, boy.” Drayton moved, and let it hang. The leg stayed up on its own, and Jedidiah grinned. The swing wasn’t the most elegant thing he had ever built, but it was working. They just had to get the last leg on, and then tip it up, and it would be a job well done.

“G-Grandpa, I-I’m gettin’ tired,” the twitchy twin said.

“It won’t be much longer, hold still, damnit!” Jedidiah snapped. That was probably a lie. His hands wouldn’t cooperate any more, he could barely hold the tools he was working with, much less use them. Junior made a soft noise, and he looked up, still glaring a little. Junior held out his hand. And Jedidiah relented.

He guided Junior, step by step, through putting the last leg of the swing on. Sometimes, he had to lay his hands over Junior’s and show him how to do it physically, but the boy was catching on fast. Jedidiah hated losing control, hated the feeling of his body breaking down. But in that little moment everything felt alright.

It was more permanent. One day he wasn’t going to be there. He would be dead, though likely never gone, out on the porch next to Edith, preserved, but not present. But Junior would still have his swing. And come what may- stormy weather or the inevitable grip of time- Junior would know how to fix it. Jedidiah knew he wasn’t long for this world. But he also knew his boys were going to be alright.

They got the last leg attached, and the twins cheered and ran off before he told them to. Fortunately for Drayton, who was still under the damn thing, it was attached well.

“Boys, get back over here!” Jedidiah tried to yell. His voice didn’t carry enough and the two of them kept springing around the yard. “I thought them little shits was tired,” he huffed.

“Nubbins! Bobby! Get your asses over here!” Drayton yelled. The boys listened, unenthusiastically, but they listened.

“B-but we finished it!” said the smaller one.

“We finished it, we finished it!” the talkative one repeated, jumping up and down.

“Yeah,” Jedidiah said. “And now we gotta tip it upright.”

It took all the Sawyers to lift the damn thing, but when it went up, it flew back quick, landing on all fours with a slight bounce that sent the swing itself flying wildly. The younger boys thought that was funny, laughing and cheering and clapping their hands. And Jedidiah felt proud. Until the damn swing hit the frame and all the remaining white paint popped off like some kind of gag. Then he was mad as hell.

“Damn it all!” he snapped. He would have stormed off if he had the energy, but he didn’t, so he just stood there sullenly, shaking his head. That swing had been white the whole time they had it- since before any of the little ones were born, before Drayton was born, before Edith-

“W-wait Grandpa, we- we still got some ol’ white paint out in the shed. We could let the boys paint it up nice, and then have dinner, and then it’ll prob’ly be dry,” Drayton said. “Good as new!” It certainly wouldn’t be good as new. But Jedidiah figured it was better than nothing.

The boys got a kick out of painting the old swing. Drayton fetched Jedidiah a chair, and let him sit out there and watch them while he made dinner. Junior did it nicely, trying to have some artistry to it. The twitchier twin- Nubbins, Jedidiah was half-sure that was Nubbins- tried to do something similar for a while, before his counterpart spattered him with paint on purpose. Then the pair quickly turned to playing with it, painting each other more than the bench.

“Boys- quit waistin’ that paint. You know how hard that’ll be to get out of your clothes? Your brother’s gonna have a fit when he sees that.” The boys only sort of listened to their Grandpa, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad at them.

The bench got painted, and he was shocked it turned out as well as it did. They went in for dinner, and the twins told everyone about their day, and the hornytoads they had been terrorizing. It was nice. The boys only got along so often, for so long, but it had been a good day. For once, just for a little while, there was peace. Jedidiah wished there had been more of that. He wished, for just a second, that they didn’t live like they did, that he could pretend the boys had some shot, that they could have good lives, that anything could live in this house, and live well. But he was suddenly overwhelmed with dread. His boys had been shot in the foot at the start of the race. There was nothing they could do, no one in their corner. Except for each other. God, he hoped they remembered to be good to each other.

Jedidiah did his best to hide all that worry- and to chase the dread away. His boys would be fine. Outsiders would hate them sure, but they didn’t need outsiders. They would be fine by themselves.

After dinner, the family made their way back outside. Drayton touched the bench a few times, and said it was dry, but as Jedidiah sat down it still felt a little sticky. He would have been mad about that, when he was a younger man. But it was a good day. He just sort of chuckled. Junior sat down on the bench with him, starting to swing them both back and forth. Jedidiah was bone tired, nearly asleep right there. Night time had come over them. The stars were out, and bright, and too many to count. He looked out at the field. Drayton was playing with the twins. Jedidiah had seen it happen a thousand times, so he was certain the boys had teased and annoyed him till he got up and chased them around a little, which devolved into a game of tag when they outran him long enough for him to cool down. Well, it was something like tag. Drayton was chasing the boys around, occasionally picking one of them up and spinning him or tipping him upside down, much to the twins’ great amusement. It was nice. Jedidiah rested his eyes for just a minute. He could hear them, still, the boys laughing and squealing as they were caught, and the soft song of crickets. Junior was humming something he couldn't quite recognize. He held his hand out and the boy caught it. He rubbed circles on the top of his little hand, and tried to commit that night to memory. There had been bad times. So many bad times. But there was good. His little family had nothing else. But they had each other. And in that moment, Jedidiah felt like it might be enough. He didn’t mean to, but he drifted off to sleep. He hadn’t even thought he could fall asleep on that swing, didn’t realize it till he woke up inside, in his chair, next to Edith. He could hear laughter from the other room. Trying to be quiet, but filled with just a little too much joy. He didn’t mind being woken up at all. He smiled a little, and took Edith’s hand.

“We done good,” he told her softly. “In spite of everythin’... It turned out alright.”

Grandpa didn’t stand again. Drayton said the day he fixed the swing must have been one last ‘hoo-rah’ from his body before it gave out. That made sense to Bubba. He could rarely remember Grandpa standing as long as he did that day, even with the help of one of his grandsons.

The years went on, and the old swing remained. It was impressively sturdy, Bubba could sit in it with the twins sometimes. But, most often, it was just him and Grandpa. When he could, when his chores were done or if Drayton and the twins kept fighting too loud, Bubba would take Grandpa outside, and sit him down in the chair, and just swing with him. Bubba never knew why Grandpa liked that swing so much that he spent his last big push of energy on fixing it, but Bubba enjoyed it too. And, more importantly, he liked spending time with his Grandpa.

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jaehunnyy · 2 years

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Nightmares turn into sweet dreams, too

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst (in the beginning)

Word count: 0.7k

Pairing: idol!San × gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, reader has a bit of a mental breakdown, usage of pet names

A/N: this is barely proofread, it was such a last moment decision to write this. we all feel in need for some attention sometimes, right? ^^ i hope you are all doing alright, and know that everything will be fine 💕

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The loud silence has never been more annoying. No birds chirping, no sounds of the strong wind, just the loneliness that was pressing your mind with scary thoughts. It all started with a nightmare that you've had, one that left scarred tears on your now—dry cheeks. Your sobs were emphasizing the gloom of your bedroom, while your hands were desperately searching for your phone, as all you wished for was hearing your loved one's sweet voice.

For some reason, today has been different. You and your boyfriend had barely gotten any chance to talk, and you thought that the tour must have been too energy-draining today. But when you were left with the deafening voice of the robot telling you that he is not available, you only started to panic more. "What if my nightmare came true…? What if something happened to him?" And lots of other thoughts that couldn't give you silence. So you wrapped your hands around your knees and brought them closer to you, curling up like a ball and letting the salty pearls slide down your cheeks again.

Drawn into the abyss of your sadness, you didn't even hear the door cracking, revealing the figure of your favorite boy. San was holding a big bouquet of white roses in his hand, one that he almost dropped at the sight of you crying like that. He felt weak, and he hoped you didn't feel like this because of his surprise, one that implied him lying to you. God, he never meant to hurt you, just the thought of you being so wrecked had him sick to his stomach. He just wanted to surprise you, but he felt so sorry the moment he saw you awake, and in pain.

"Baby? Talk to me, angel… what's wrong?" he approached you softly, cooing softly, just to catch your attention.

Your eyes grew wide at his voice, making you flinch. Were you dreaming again?

"San… Sannie, is that you?" your voice broke again, but this time you were sure it was because of the bliss his presence exuded.

Taking your hands in his own, he kissed all your fingers, every inch of skin his lips could touch, sweet giggles coming from the both of you.

"You scared me, dummy… I had a nightmare and then I called you but you didn't pick up and i thought–"

His soft lips interrupted you from finishing your sentence, merging with your own into a sweet kiss you both craved for. There were no words needed, as the way your lips moved against each other spoke for the two of you. Longing, love, admiration, and many other feelings that made the butterflies in your stomach dance. Your spine stung with shivers, another proof of your sincere love that kept on growing, even after two years of dating Choi San.

"Are the flowers for me?" you asked playfully, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes.

His dimple appeared immediately, your finger finding its way to poke it. He was the ray of sunshine your life needed, everything you could ever ask for, if not even more.

"Of course they are for you, my love. I have so many other things to show you, but now I only need your presence."

His strong arms wrapped around your small figure, bringing you closer to him. His cuddles were exactly what you needed then, and that made you realize that nightmares can turn into sweet dreams too.

"I missed you, baby. I wouldn't have thought that I would sleep in your arms right now." you whispered, kissing his cheek.

His hands rubbed circles on your back, and a big smile appeared on his face. Oh, no, you knew that stare. You stirred in his arms, but it was too late already. He started to pepper sweet pecks all over your face, making you laugh uncontrollably. He bit your nose and cheeks, a loud chortle escaping his lips.

"San, auch! What was that for?"

"It means that I missed you too, my sweetheart."

You loved him, God knew how much. And you would risk it all for him, mentally making a promise that you will return the happiness he's giving you for as long as you'll live.

#ateez × reader #san × reader #choi san x reader #san ateez #ateez × you #san x you #fluff #comfort #san fluff #san angst #san comfort #angst with a happy ending #ateez x you

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antimonyandthyme · 1 year

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martian time travel au pt. 2

warnings: implied future character death

There was a shadow standing behind him. Sebastian didn’t turn; he didn’t need to. Years of missing each other while Sebastian was still racing, and bouts of longing so strong that it took him out at the knees, and Sebastian had learned to close his eyes and retrace Mark’s countenance entirely from memory. He knew the shape of Mark cast against the Sun.

And anyway, the garden needed some gentle work. His fennel bulbs were just starting to show, and the last thing he wanted was to rip out their roots along with the weeds. “That was fast,” he said, while tugging carefully. “Want to help?”

“No thanks.” Mark sounded more out of breath than he usually would after a run.

Sebastian shook his head, smiling to himself. The soil around the weed was loosening with his patient jostling—ah. Sebastian held the offending weed up triumphantly. “Well, make yourself useful and get us something to drink, won’t you? Surely looking at my back can’t be this interesting.”

Mark’s voice was quiet. “I like watching your back just fine,” he said.

That was enough to make Sebastian turn. Mark was already holding up a glass of water for him.

And Mark wasn’t—

Sebastian tumbled back and landed into his bed of fennel, wincing when there was several tiny crunching sounds. Offhandedly, he wondered if they would be salvageable. “You’re not my Mark.”

“No,” Mark agreed. That much was obvious. This wasn’t the Mark he’d shared his morning kiss with, argued with at the counter over who was going to make coffee, and relished the scratch of his beard against.

But it was Mark, even though this Mark had more grey in his hair, and deeper lines around his eyes. Sebastian felt no danger, no wariness, no ill-intent. Just shock, that slowly whittled away as he put together pieces of the puzzle. There wasn’t a rule that said they couldn’t jump again, only the last time both of them had gone from 2022 to 2013. Why was Mark here alone—

Panic drenched him. “Where’s my Mark?” Sebastian demanded. He scrambled out of the muddy earth. “Where is he?”

Mark held his hands up. “He’s fine,” he said. “He’s still on his run.”

“Okay,” Sebastian said, willing his pounding heart to slow. “Then you’re—?”

“Still Mark,” Mark shrugged. “Still—” here Mark cleared his throat— “your Mark, just from further down the road.”

Sebastian took the glass of water Mark held up to him. Mark had stopped lying to him, some time in between crashing into each other and saying the words, I love you. If Mark said it was so, then it was so.

He tipped the glass and drank slowly. Mark watched him like a starving person, gaze intent and adoring. Normally this sort of look usually led to the bedroom. Except if Sebastian observed closely, the look was tinged with an unbearable sadness, an unfulfilled yearning, the kind of thing Sebastian would die before he’d let linger on Mark’s face.

Oh.

He placed the glass of water down on the lawn furniture. “So, further down the road,” Sebastian said, “I guess I’m no longer around.”

Mark’s expression shuttered. His inhale was sharp and pained. “Seb,” he said, and it was all he could manage before his voice broke.

Sebastian closed the distance in two steps, and cradled Mark’s jaw with his hands. “You don’t need to explain.”

Mark swallowed. “If I could just—”

Sebastian shook his head. It wouldn’t do either of them any favours. Death would come for them all, but by the grace of the Universe they would be spared the details. There were rules they were bound by when they jumped.

“If you told me, I’d just forget this ever happened,” Sebastian said. “Or worse, we fuck the fabric of time up so badly everything goes to shit.”

“Everything is shit,” Mark said with feeling.

“I don’t believe that,” Sebastian smiled. “You’re alive, aren’t you? A beautiful thing.”

Mark shuddered, and leaned into him. “I came to see you.” His gaze stroked Sebastian’s face. “Seb, I just wanted to see you.”

Sebastian held him up, the same way Mark had done for him so many times before. “And so you have,” he said. There was nothing more he needed to say. They loved each other, even to the end. That much was certain. He ran his fingers across Mark’s cheeks.

There was a noise coming from around the corner. Sebastian turned away for a moment, and when he looked back, future Mark was gone.

“Hey,” Mark said, as he closed the gate. He stretched his legs out with a soft groan. “Are you done with gardening?”

Sebastian had no evidence of anything that had just transpired, other than the salty wetness on his fingers. He drank in the sight of his Mark, silhouette bold against the Sun. “Not yet,” Sebastian said, and hoped his voice didn’t sound too thick. “I might have messed up my fennel.”

“Did you fall?”

“…Maybe.”

“Oh my god,” Mark said. He swept Sebastian into his arms, and kissed him on his cheek. “You clumsy idiot. Look at all those broken bulbs.”

It was easy to retract his tears when Mark teased him like that, light and happy and affectionate. It was easy when Mark stood by his side. This was a promise, then. That Sebastian would make it easy for Mark, when the day came that they no longer walked the same plane. With just a little bit of effort, Sebastian packaged his maudlin thoughts away. “Will you help?”

“Sure,” Mark said. Uncaring of the dirt, he knelt into the ground. Sebastian did the same.

#athy texts #martian #fanfic #rpf #time travel au

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eevee-eclair · 1 year

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It’s me! Back with another fic for someone else’s AU! This time, it’s @doctorsiren’s Snapshot AU! I watched the whole thing yesterday and was obsessed with it, so!! This! (Like always, if she wants me to take it down, I will)

TWs: crying, implied violence, implied war(?) (tell me if I missed one)

THIS ONE HAS AN AO3 LINK!!!!

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And, oh, where did he go?

“I’m scared.”

Zed jumped a bit at Ren’s sudden words. They weren’t harsh, they weren’t sad, just… empty. It was so uncharacteristic for the normally energetic man. He frowned and turned to him. He was just staring at his sword, at his reflection.

“We’ll do it,” he said, just as flat. “We’ll win this.”

Ren sighed and lowered it, staring at him, instead. “Not of the battle, dude.” He sounded tired. Exhausted. “Of…” He trailed off and waved a hand. “Y’know…”

Zed snorted blandly and crossed his arms. “No, I can’t say I do.”

He turned his attention to a wall, and Zed wished he could see behind those sunglasses. “I’m scared of them,” he mumbled. “I’m scared for them…”

Suddenly, Zed understood. His shoulders slumped and he looked down at the hard floor. “Oh.” It’s all he had to say. What else was there to add? He could make a witty joke, but he knew it would be inappropriate for the situation.

“Yeah…” Ren’s hand went to his chest, where he grabbed a fistful of his own shirt. Beneath the glasses, his eyes were wet and red with unshed tears. Again, not something he usually does; cry.

Zed fiddled with the buttons on his sweater, still not looking up. They both knew who they were worried for the most, but neither could actually say it. The words hung in the air like barbed wire. They ducked under it, but one wrong bend of the knee and they’d be tangled.

“I’m afraid for Doc.”

There it was. That was the bend they were avoiding. Zed nodded, finding a certain groove in the floor very interesting. He didn’t know what to say without seeming rude or inconsiderate. People weren’t redstone, you couldn’t just keep trying over and over again until you got it right. You got one shot–two if you’re lucky. But he couldn’t just ignore him, either.

“I’m afraid for Tango and Impulse,” he sighed after some time. “I know how you feel.”

Then, Ren did something Zed had never heard. He sobbed. He let out a small, broke hiccup and wrapped his other hand–the one not clenched around his shirt–and hugged himself. A tear rolled down, past his sunglasses.

He finally looked up, eyes wide with shock. “Ren-?”

The glasses were removed, and Zed got an eyeful of how much pain he was going through. Ren looked up and made eye contact. His heart ached for him and he took a step forward, his arms raising for a hug.

Two steps in, and he had an armful of a shaking, sniveling Ren. He did his best to console him, but he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know if they were okay, if they would be okay, or if they’d even get them back in the end. It was a mystery, and he was frustrated he couldn’t solve it.

He held Ren a bit tighter as his own tears started to build up in his eyes. “We’ll get them back,” he croaked. “We will. There’s no way we won’t.”

Ren nodded and pulled back, wiping at his eyes. They were red and puffy, full of sorrow and defeat. He looked up, dark blue eyes meeting sky blue. They stared at each other for a long while before Ren offered him a tight smile. It wasn’t a patented Ren Dog Grin, just a curve of his lips to indicate he was fine.

‘At least he’s still smiling though,’ Zed thought as he grinned back.

“Thanks, dude,” Ren rasped, his voice sticky. He lightheartedly punched his shoulder and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. We will get ‘em back. Because we’re smarter than some dumb robot with a fancy glove!”

He offered a slightly more real smile and Zed felt a bit of hope blossom in his chest. He grinned stronger, too, and nodded. “Without a doubt!”

Because, no matter what, they were hermits. And hermits loved to wage war.

And win.

#eevee says things #eevee writes #hermitcraft #snapshot AU #rendog #zedaph #rendoc #team zit #hermitcraft fanfic

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duaghterofstories · 1 year

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I know this is a LOT of requests, but I very desperately need you to fix Xanrik’s relationship in the angst fic because my life is falling apart right now

Whoo! Fixing their relationship issues tooke ma hot minute. This is mostly the Fairy Council being Xanthous' common sense.

Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/dark-empress-justice/716899101391880192/ok-i-swear-ill-stop-after-this-one-but-xanrik

Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/dark-empress-justice/716946142302289920/ok-so-this-has-been-bothering-me-for-an?source=share

Hell and Highwater- Conclusion

Rating: Teen

Ships: Xanthous/Elrik

Fandom: A Tale of Magic

Other: Post Canon, Implied Cheating, Angst!!! Fluff, Happy, Crying, Insecurity, Emotional, Happy Ending, We Love Happy Ending, Sad, Written in about an hour, Misunderstands to a ridiculous level, Companion Piece.

When Xanthous finished crying his heart out, he stepped over the ripped portrait and then looked in the mirror. His eyes were redder than usual, and his suit was rumpled. But there was nothing he could do.

He walked out the door.

“Sir,” said a demon. “Why was Lord Elrik leaving?”

“He isn’t the Lord anymore.” said Xanthous, staring up at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts. “We broke up.”

The demon looked very surprised, but Xanthous ignored it, walking down the steps.

He made his way back up the portal and walked into the castle, sobbing silently, yet hysterically, again. He wanted to go to his old room and cry.

“Hey Xanthous!” said Emeralda. Then she froze, seeing the tears. “Oh my god, Xanthous, what the hell, what happened?” She leaned over and hugged him, unaffected by the fire.

“Elrik, he, umm, umm,” Xanthous sniffled, trying to say all the words, not quite able to say it. It was still too painful. “He, umm, cheated.”

Emeralda gasped and frowned. “He… did?” she sounded very surprised. It was surprising, to be fair. He could barely believe it either and started to cry louder, sobbing openly now, shaking violently.

Emeralda walked him backwards, still hugging him, into Brystal’s room where everyone was meeting. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but his eyes were screwed shut so he couldn’t see them, despite him feeling the weight of their concerned gazes.

“What happened?” asked Brystal, getting up and running over, pressing her hand against his back and rubbing to comfort him.

“Says Elrik cheated on him.” said Emeralda.

Lucy coughed, probably drinking something. Not alcohol though. She never drank alcohol when he was around out of respect.

“He what?” said Lucy, horrified. “Xanthous, why would you think that?” she sounded as if the mere idea of Elrik cheating was the most unbelievable thing she had ever in her life. “He loves you more than anything in his entire life.”

“Apparently that’s not enough.” said Xanthous, mumbling, but still loud enough to be heard. “He was, umm, with someone in our bed.” he said, tilting his head down and pressing into Emeralda’s dress, the slight sharpness of the gemstones keeping him grounded.

Tangerina made a sympathetic noise and Skylene got up, moving over and tightly hugging him from the back.

“That’s horrible.” said Tangerina. “He should never have done that to you.” her bees were buzzing loudly and buzzing around her hair, sensing her agitation.

“It’s okay.” said Xanthous. “I kicked him out, I just want to forget it happened.” Then, quieter, “He deserved better than me anyway.”

Emeralda pushed him away from her, holding his shoulder, a hard look on her face. “Xanthous Hayfield, what the Hell did you just say.”

“That, umm, he deserves better, and it was fine?” Xanthous was incredibly confused.

“Xanthous Emery Hayfield—” Emeralda started.

“Not my middle name.” Xanthous did not have a middle name.

“Shush. Xanthous Emerson Hayfield, you are a catch and if I liked men, I would totally be in love with you. You are nice, caring, sincere, and one of the most excitable puppy-like people I know, which, granted, isn’t a lot.” Xnthous giggled a bit about that. “You are brave, and very, very powerful.” Emeralda took a deep breath. “So if Elrik had the audacity to cheat on you, he is 100% in the wrong and you deserve better. Not him. M’kay?”

Xanthous looked at her and nodded. “M’kay.”

“Good boy.” Emeralda patted his hair. “Come on. We’re gonna make hot chocolate and trash on the other royals.”

Xanthous giggled a little bit and then nodded.

Brystal waved her wand and summoned hot chocolate from the kitchen. “Here you go.” she said, passing Xanthous his. It was a super sugary hot chocolate with a pile of whipped cream on top and crushed peppermint.

“How are Penny and Barry?” he said after he’d curled up into Emeralda’s side, and then wiped the whipped cream off of his nose.

“Oh, they’re amazing. Barry is so whipped for Penny, it’s so cute.” Brystal said. “Their official portraits are done, so that is so amazing.”

“Oh, can I see?” Xanthous perked up. His love life may be in shambles, but he liked to have fun with other couples.

“Sure.” Brystal pulled up a memory of the portrait with magic.

Penny was sitting on her throne, holding the ceremonial staff. Barry was standing behind her, hand on her shoulder. Both looked serious, since they had to sit there for hours.

“It looks adorable.” said Xanthous, cooing.

“I know.” said Skylene. “It’s no where near as fun as yours, but they couldn’t do magic, so it makes sense.”

Xanthous froze when she said that, and Skylene seemed confused for a moment before realizing what she’d said.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I was just thinking about the plans he was making for your anniversary, and I don’t—”

Tangerina slapped her hand over Skylene’s mouth and looked at Xanthous. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean anniversary?” said Xanthous in confusion.

There was a beat of silence.

“Xanthous,” said Brystal after a moment. “you’ve been dating Elrik for almost one year.”

“Ah, yes, we have.” Xanthous nodded. “Why?”

“It’s almost your one-year anniversary.” Lucy said. “Did you… did you not know about that?”

“I mean, I’ve heard it said a few times, but is it an important thing?”

There was another awkward silence.

Lucy sighed. “I think I know the problem then.”

“What do you mean?” asked Xanthous, frowning. He knew what the problem was. Elrik has cheated on him.

“Xanthous, is it possible Elrik was just making plans for your anniversary and was hugging whoever he was talking to?” Lucy said, laying it out.

Another beat of silence.

“Fuck.” said Xanthous.

Elrik was perched on one of the trees outside the school, chatting with some of the younger fairies about the other kingdoms and what it was like being a prince.

He knew what Xanthous thought, and he figured he would just send a letter to Xanthous tomorrow apologizing and explaining everything.

“Mr. Elrik!” said a small voice.

He looked up to see a young fairy dragging Xanthous behind him.

“Ah, hello Xanthous.”

“Hello.” said Xanthous. He sounded quiet and ashamed. “Can we talk in private?”

Elrik nodded and jumped down the tree. “Of course, let’s go.”

Xanthous led him away and to the entrance of Hell. No one was near it, but Xanthous didn’t go in, and neither did Elrik. He didn’t know why Xanthous was so quiet, figured he would start yelling immediatly. Though he did know Xanthous never wanted to become his father.

“Elrik.” said Xanthous after a moment. “I’m sorry for breaking up with you. The girls, and Lucy, may have yelled some sense into me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Elrik in confusion.

“I didn’t actually know how important a first-year anniversary is. I have been informed you may not have been cheating on me and were simply hugging someone.” he said stiffly. “I’m very sorry and I hope you can forgive me and take me back?” Xanthous sounded very hopeful about that and Elrik almost cooed.

“Obviously.” said Elrik, reaching up and kissing Xanthous softly. “I’d never cheat on you firefly. I love you more than anything. It’ll be like we never broke up.”

“And next time you’re worried about something, come to me instead of bottling it up.”

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laylaackles · 6 months

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Betrayal (Sam Smut)

Warnings: Just smut, some implied cheating, mirror sex

"I'm tired of arguing, Dean!" You exclaimed.

"Sam, can you help me with these wounds?" You asked, turning your attention away from the eldest Winchester.

"Of course." He replied.

Dean was pissed at you for something that happened on the hunt you three had just returned from. The case was local, so you were able to use the bunker as your hideout instead of a motel.

You broke up with him about a week ago, and he has yet to get over it. The thing is, Sam doesn't know. He thinks you guys are just fighting. You were trying to make things as normal as possible, considering you still live with them. But Dean is hell-bent on everything being awkward.

You and Sam made it to the bathroom, where you hopped up on the counter, and removed your shirt.

"Damn, that ghost got you good." Sam said.

You had a rather large gash on your stomach. You'd managed to get the bleeding to stop on the way home, but it needed proper care.

"This might sting a little." Sam said.

He pressed a cloth with rubbing alcohol against the wound. It burned really bad, but you had to do it. You groaned in pain as Sam wiped up the dry blood.

"Sorry." He said.

"It's okay."

"I think it needs stitches." He said.

"Damn. Okay." You sighed in defeat.

"I'll be as gentle as I can."

"I know, Sammy."

Sam tried his best to keep you talking and distracted as he stitched you up.

He had one hand resting on your hip as he closely examined what he was doing with the needle.

You knew this was wrong, but something about his touch was turning you on.

Or was it the way he paid such close attention to you?

"So what's going on with the lovebirds?" Sam asked.

"The lovebirds migrated away from each other." You said.

"No. Really? I thought you two would get married."

Sam tried to sound sad, but there was a part of him that was happy you weren't with his brother anymore. Maybe now you could be his.

"It just wasn't working. The love wasn't there anymore. And now he kinda hates me."

"Well, for the record, I don't hate you. So don't feel weird about it. Dean will get over it."

"I hope you're right." You said.

"Alright, all done." Sam said, rising back to his full height.

"Can you clean up my face too?" You asked.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled.

You didn't have any major injuries on your face, just some blood that needed to be cleaned up.

Sam used a single finger to lift your chin up. The two of you made eye contact as he cleaned up your forehead. But then the contact broke, and Sam's eyes drifted down to your lips. Then back up.

"Sam?" You spoke.

"Y/n?"

He looked at you with lust in his eyes as he waited for you to speak. But instead, you leaned up and kissed him.

Sam dropped the cloth he was cleaning you with and grabbed your face in both his hands. He kissed you with passion and ecstasy. You hadn't felt those things in a while. It was nice to have them back. And it was exciting that you felt them with someone new.

Sam pulled away from you to take off his shirt. You started at his abs and muscles in awe. You'd seen them so many times before, but now, you could enjoy them.

You hopped off the counter to remove your pants.

"This is so wrong." You said.

"Wanna stop?" He asked.

"But it feels so right." You finished.

Sam smirked as you turned around for him to unclasp your bra. The two of you made eye contact in the mirror, but that contact broke as soon as your breasts were free for him to see.

"You're so pretty, Y/n." He said.

Sam's hands found your underwear. He pulled them off slowly and teasingly, but no way in hell was he getting away with that.

"Hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind." You said.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled.

Sam removed the rest of his clothes, revealing his very hard and very long cock. Once again, you found yourself staring at his body.

"Sit on the counter." He said.

You positioned yourself on the counter, and Sam moved to stand in between your legs. He leaned in and kissed you deeply as he worked his cock into your entrance.

You moaned into the kiss as he bottomed out inside you.

"Quiet." He said.

You nodded and moved your head into the crook of Sam's neck. Sam was thrusting fast and deep. It had been so long since either of you had sex like this. It was desperate, needy, hot, fast, and it was the right kind of wrong. You're his brothers ex. He shouldn't want you like this. But he does. And you want him too.

At least in this moment.

Sam kept thrusting, building up both of your orgasms. You would both cum in no time.

Or so you thought.

"Seriously!?" Dean yelled.

"Oh my god." You and Sam said at the same time.

Dean stormed out of the room, and you and Sam were left looking at each other in shock.

"How the hell did we forget the door was open?" You said.

"I don't think that is important right now."

"We should talk to him." You said.

"Can we at least finish first? I know you're close. I'd hate to leave you hanging." Sam reasoned.

"Make it quick." You said.

Sam began to thrust again, this time harder and faster. You brought your hand down to your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles.

Sam's cock began to throb inside your clenching walls. The coil in your stomach finally snapped, and so did his. The two of you came together. His cum filled your pussy as yours dripped around his cock.

You both wanted to ride out your highs, but there isn't time for that. Sam pulled out, and the two of you wiped off quickly before getting dressed and running to find Dean.

He was sitting in the library with a bottle of whisky in his hand.

"Dean." You spoke.

He looked at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Where you cheating on me?" He asked.

"No, Dean. God no. I'd never."

"Then why the hell did I just find you fucking my brother?!" He exclaimed.

"I don't know, Dean. I can't explain it. It just happened, okay? I never meant to hurt you." You said.

"Dean, I swear nothing was happening between us when you were dating. And she's right. It just happened. You, of all people, should understand that." Sam said.

"Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel right now?" Dean asked, trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Dean."

"No. I'm sorry. It's not like we're dating anyway. You're free to sleep with whoever you want." Dean said.

"You know. I think I'll just go pack my things. I don't want to break the bond you two have."

"No!" Both brothers said.

"Neither of you want me to leave?" You asked.

"Of course not, Y/n. I just need time." Dean said.

"I'm gonna go stay at a motel a couple nights. You two do whatever. I'll be fine." Dean said.

Dean got up and went to his room without another word.

"What the hell do we do now?" You asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we'll figure it out when Dean gets back. But for now, I just want you to know that I care about you, Y/n. I don't want you to leave. And if you want to, I'd love to give us a try, depending on how things go with Dean."

"I think we can arrange that." You said.

Dean walked into the room again.

"See ya." He said, walking out of the bunker.

"I hope him and I can still be friends." You said.

"I'm sure he'll come around."

Sam wrapped you up in a hug for reassurance.

You felt safe in his embrace. Something about Sam made you feel different.

LA<3

#supernatural #supernatural smut #dean winchester #sam winchester

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