i just need them to get together and have blonde dizzy babies

It Was A Joke!

Originally posted by buckybass

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Natasha and Sam

Warnings: Sad Bucky :(, night terrors. swearing

Summary: Reader has been a bit busy with work lately and just hasn’t had time to spend time with Bucky. So when Bucky wakes up after a nightmare, all he wants is Y/N. Natasha and Sam thought it would be funny to play a little prank on Bucky because he’s just “so whipped.”

Word Count: 1403

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Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by rebel-heda

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofroden

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part three: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.



i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!


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Take Care of You- William Nylander

Originally posted by glovesdropped

Ok a little smutty smut first time with Willy thing happens here! I like how it turned out! I hope you guys do too! For those staying: enjoy! For those skipping: Up next is Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson!

Warning: smut, sex, smexy time

Anon Request: Hey:) Could you please write a William Nylander imagine where him and his gf are about to have sex for the first time (in their relationship) but he doesn’t know that she’s a virgin because she is to embarassed to admit it to him?


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What's Wrong?--Kylo Ren x Reader

Kylo paraded around the halls on the Starkiller base, looking for a certain red-headed general. His cape flowed behind him and his boots echoed off of the walls. Everyone who passed made sure to make room for the commander since they knew his temper wasn’t one to mess with.

“Hux,” he boomed as he had finally found the general. Snapping his head over, Hux had a look of disgust washing over his face.

“What do you want now, Ren?” Hux asked, stopping in the hallway. He waited patiently for the Knight of Ren to verbalize his statement.

“I need a favor,” Kylo replied, causing Hux’s eyes to widen in disbelief and curiosity. He never thought he would see the day where Kylo Ren would ask him of any favors.

“And what is it? I don’t have all day,” he replied, venom in his tone. Kylo stretched his neck, cracking it in a few spots.

“Somethings going on with your sister and she hasn’t told me anything,” Kylo sighed, flexing his fingers. Hux seemed shocked as it appeared that Ren was worried for once.

“Why don’t you just probe her brain like you do everyone else?” Hux asked, acting bored. Deep down, however he was dying to know what caused Kylo to notice a change in his sister.

“I respect her boundaries. Now, if you will, find out what is up while I go on my mission and I’ll,” he gulped, “I’ll owe you one.”

“What? THE Kylo Ren is actually going to REPAY a favor? Are my ears deceiving me?” Hux said dramatically, knowing it would get on his brother-in-law’s nerves. “But sure I’ll see what’s up with (y/n), only because she is my sister.”

Kylo grumbled, knowing that Hux just loved pushing his buttons. Who could blame him though, pushing people’s buttons is fun!

“I’ll see you when I return,” Kylo said, turning on his heal and walking down to the aircraft hangar. Hux smirked as he deviced a plan to spy on you.

Hux had sneaked his way into your sector, observing you inconspicuously. He watched as you reached into the tool box and pulled out a tool, using it to fix the inner workings of panel. Suddenly, you sprang up and ran for the bathroom. Hux dug out a notepad and noted this occurance.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you got back to work fixing the control panel as if nothing happened.

For the next week, Hux had observed you and had conversations with you. Something was definitely off and he would have to discuss it with Captain Phasma.

“Phasma,” Hux said, gaining the attention of the silver storm trooper. She marched over to the general who pulled her into an empty conference room before locking the door.

“Yes?” She asked, waiting for the ginger spill the beans.

“Something is going on with my sister and I need help figuring it out,” he said, digging out his notes. Phasma took her helmet off, revealing her blonde hair and amused face.

“You took notes?” She asked, looking over the words scribbled down on the small white pages.

’-She has a bad case of nausea
-She’s told me about her headaches at lunch
-Now avoids onions even though it’s her
-extremely moody’

Phasma laughed at the confused general. He glared at her before swiping the notepad away.

“Has she also been dizzy and exhausted?” Phasma asked, a smile plastered onto her face. Hux nodded, eying the captain who once again chuckled.

“Well, what’s wrong with her?” Hux demanded and Phasma just waved her hand, swatting the hovering ginger away.

“I wouldn’t doubt if she was pregnant,” she said, putting her helmet on once more.

“You can’t possibly be suggesting that her and Ren-”

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. They are married, Hux. That’s what married people do,” she said, laughing heavily. General Hux could not possibly fathom the idea of his baby sister being pregnant with the spawn of Kylo Ren. Phasma then left the room, leaving Hux disgusted and surprised.

Hux sat in his office filling out paperwork when a small knock disrupted his concentration. Annoyed he put down his pen and stood from the desk before making his way over to the door. Opening it, he saw you standing there, hands behind your back looking straight at your brother.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said before allowing you to walk inside and to sit down on the cushioned chair on the visitor’s side of Hux’s desk.

“Don’t sound so thrilled, Armitage,” you said, giggling slightly. How you were related to Hux was anyone’s guess.

“So what brings you here?” He asked, turning back to his paperwork. You stretched your feet and laced your hands together, twiddling your thumbs. You looked out of the window and saw the snowy tundra outside.

“I was actually wondering if the infirmary had something. I didn’t want to walk all the way down there and them not have what I’m looking for,” you said quietly. “And since Kylo isn’t here, you’re my second most trustworthy choice.” Hux continued writing, not looking up at your smiling face.

“And what item are you wondering about,” Hux asked, finishing the last form and placing it into the finished pile. He placed his fountain pen on the desk neatly and looked over at you, looking at the snow outside.

“A pregnancy test,” you said, too embarassmed to look your brother. His eye twitched at the thought of Phasma actually being right–he hated when anyone but himself was right.

“I don’t think they’re in the infirmary. However I do know that they are positively in the clinic,” he replied, now looking out of the window with you.

“Can you come with me?” You asked, now gaining the courage to face him. He pursed his lips, thinking about it.

“If you really need me to, I will,” he sighed, making this more of a big deal than it should be. You smiled and stood leaving the office.

“Well, are you coming or not?”

Hux leaned on the wall outside of the bathroom in the clinic, boredly staring ahead. He sighed, noticing that you were taking a really long time. He was about to knock on the door when you came out of the bathroom, a large smile coming across your face.

“So you’re happy because you’re not carrying, right?” Hux asked, hoping that he was correct. The First Order had never had a child on board, much less a baby. Not only that, but he didn’t know how Kylo Ren would react to it, but he was ready to take care of you once more if the knight rejected the child.

“Oh, quite the opposite, brother. You’re going to be an uncle!” You said excitedly, your smile becoming longer. Happiness surged through your bones at the thought of becoming a mother. You had hoped that Kylo would be just as excited since the both of you had been through so much together and this was just another event happening in your lives.

“Well, if you’re happy, I guess that’s all the matters,” Hux sighed, having a secret soft spot for you. He wanted the very best for you, even though you went against his will and married that blasted Ren. “You should tell…your husband.”

“I’ll send him a message right now,” you said before turning on heal an heading to your room. “Thank you, Armitage, for everything.”

Once arriving to your room, you grabbed the datapad, contemplating if you should call Kylo now or wait for him to call later. Anxiousness began to bubble through your being as you pulled up his contact, pressing the message icon. You began typing a message to him, deciding that he should call when he’s not busy on his mission.

‘I have some news, call me when you can! xoxo’

Kylo immediately read it, calling you immediately. You let it ring once before answering. A hologram of his face appeared just inches above the pad.

“Is everything alright, (y/n)?” He asked you, worried. You smiled happily, excited to spread the news.

“Everything is just fine. Where are you at now?” You asked him, somewhat avoiding the conversation. He smiled.

“I’m actually on my way home,” he said, waiting for your response. You smiled.

“Awesome! So the news is that we’re expecting a baby,” you announced, gauging his reaction. His smile fell slightly and he tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes.


“I’m pregnant, Kylo,” you stated once more, hoping that he would have a different reaction. He smiled in disbelief.

“Wow, well this is exciting,” he coughed. “I’ll see you when I get home. Love you,” he quickly said.

“Love you too,” you replied before he hung up. “Well it could have gone worse.”

Unbeknownst to you, Kylo was not as excited as he was terrified. He had always wanted a child, but knew that it would be in danger with every passing threat–the Resistance, other rebellious cities, himself. He had certainly feared that he would not be a good father with his temper issues and his coldness to others. Terror ran through his mind and he knew he had to control it so as not to get so worked up and angry at himself.

‘Fear is weakness. I will not be weakened,’ he thought repeatedly. Sighing, the knight sat back in his seat, watching the stars flash by quickly. His mind was racing with all sorts of negative and positive thoughts.

‘Maybe this war will be over once the baby is here. Then we would be able to live in silence under the control of the First order. But d the Resistance wins this war, then I’ll do everything to ensure that they’re safe, even if it means giving myself away. I’m positive that Supreme Leader already knows about this situation. I shall inform him when I arrive back to the base,’ Kylo’s thoughts echoed, looking about this situation from every angle.

“Sir,” someone to his left said. Turning, he noticed that it was a storm trooper standing nice and tall, not trying to make himself appear weak. Kylo smirked and sensed the fear that ran through the trooper’s veins.

“What is it?” He spat dangerously, annoyed at being stolen away from his thoughts. He stared at the soldier even though he couldn’t see the face of the commander.

“I was told to come get you. It’s meal time,” the trooper said, shaking in his boots. Kylo rolled his eyes and turned back to face outside of the ship.

“I’ll eat when I’m ready,” Kylo said, wanting to be left alone once more. Nodding, the trooper walked off.

‘This is probably why she’s been acting strange. I’m just glad it wasn’t a serious disease.’

You were laying down on your bed when the sound of the door opening caught your ear.

“(y/n)?” You heard the deep voice of your husband say. Standing, you walked out into the common room to see him still dressed in his normal gear.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, unsure of his true feelings of the news. He gave you a gentle smile and gave you a big hug.

“I promise to never let anything happen to either of you,” he stated, excited to know that he was going to be a father. “I spoke with Snoke.”

“What’d he say?” You asked quickly, knowing that Snoke is a picky being who didn’t like detours in his plans.

“Surprisingly, he’s alright with it as long as it doesn’t distract me from the bigger picture. He said that I could even use it to better my skills,” he replied a goofy smile appearing on his face. You smiled and embraced him, knowing that this occurance wasn’t going to be as big as an issue as you initially thought.

Doppelganger (Barry x Reader)

Character: Barry Allen

Fandom: The Flash

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Metahuman!Reader

Title: Doppelganger

Requested by @friceaurelia07:

Can you do a barry imagine where i have a twin(barry doesnt know)where only hair+eye colors are different,im blond,blue eyes,she’s the opposite,i’m a hero with ice powers, she’s a criminal and one day she pretends to be me…?somethin like that?thx!

The twin has black hair and black eyes, and she just comes to central city maybe when barry is at CCPD or maybe at STAR LABS, and she just pretends she is me, she tries to act like me, she kisses barry, and all that, but harry and iris starts to get suspicious, and they try to see if it’s really me, then cisco gets a vibe that it isn’t me when he touches the twins shoulder and i then suddenly appear there, and we fight and all that? Me and barry are dating

A/N: In this imagine, it will switch from Y/N’s POV to Barry’s ;)



I grinned when I was filled with that feeling that always overcame me. The feeling of doing some good around the world, the feeling of being a superhero and saving Central City. It was worth all the trouble for sure.

Flash bumped his shoulder against mine and I smiled even wider. Then I glanced back at him and chuckled.

“You still get excited about it, huh?” Barry teased me a little, wriggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, Bar” I kissed my boyfriend on the lips lightly, leaning my hands on his shoulders.

I took advantage of where my hands were and pushed him a little.

“I’m just saying, you always get so giddy about it” 

“Saving the world? Yeah, excuse me if I do” I rolled my eyes, but then he kissed me in the cheek and made me smile again.

“It’s just that you’re so adorable when you get excited” Barry chuckled cheerfully as he put his arms over my shoulders and pushed me into him.

“Flattery will get you anywhere, Allen”

“I sure hope so”

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The Devil’s Wives, Part One

“And I kinda stepped on it wrong? I don’t think I can go to gym class today.”

I sighed as I examined Lori’s ankle. It wasn’t broken, but it was quite swollen. “Looks like you twisted it. Try to avoid putting weight on it and ice it when you get home, all right? I’ll write you a note to make sure you don’t get put in gym.”

Lori seemed mostly relieved, but clearly something else was on her mind. “Can you, I don’t know, bump me an ibuprofen? It really hurts…”

Ah, right. I examined the ankle again before I remembered the unpleasant conversation I had with Principal Dudley just a few days before. Every little thing had to be accounted for. If one pill went missing or my reason for giving it out wasn’t ‘reasonable’, it was my neck on the line. Just a damn ibuprofen though. Seriously. I glanced at the clock. Well, I was technically supposed to be heading out for lunch…

“All right, Lori?” I went to my purse and pulled out my Advil bottle. “I’m gonna advise you not tell the whole school about this, all right? Here.” I slipped the blue capsule into her hand and handed her a water bottle. “Swallow it whole, I’m sure you’ve been taking pain pills since, oh, about twelve or thirteen?”

I did catch a glimpse of a smile before Lori took the pill. When the water bottle lowered, she already looked relieved. “Thanks, Nurse Bradley.”

“No problem. Now go get your lunch.”

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Cry for me

Pairing: Bucky x Steve x Reader
Story request: Could you write a fic about The reader being Peggy’s granddaughter. She was raised by her mother in countryside England. The reader does not know about Peggy’s job (Being the ear of SHIELD) because her mother refused to get her into that world. The avengers rescue her from getting captured from hydra. Reader wears a necklace that Peggy had given her when she was young that contained a microchip on how the super soldier serum was created. Only her DNA can open the file. Romance with Stucky?
A/N: I absolutely love it when you guys send in requests for stories, so here’s one! I hope you all enjoy it, and if you like the first part, I’ll write more!

You were cold. You knew that much. You’d been left in your soaked, bloodied clothes in what resembled a basement, shackled to the wall, alone. You’d never been so scared in your entire life. 

You didn’t even know the men who had taken you. You were simply on your way home from the library when you were grabbed, something was put over your mouth, and the next thing you remembered, you were waking up here, drenched.

You knew you were the only one there, as it was so quiet that you could hear yourself breathing. You weren’t sure how long you’d been here, but your fingertips were starting to go numb, and you were sure that if you stayed in your wet clothes much longer, you’d get hypothermia.

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Connections (Jaehyun) Chapter 1

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Maffia AU

Word Count: 1.304

Pairing: JaehyunxOC

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5

“You’re welcome!” you bid your goodbye’s as your last client from the party thanked you and took his leave. Being a well known artist had always been your dream, since you started to draw at a very young age. However, being in the presence of rich businessmen that had high expectations of you could be very tiring, no matter how much you enjoyed it.

Today was the 7th anniversary of the Kim family’s company, and as a very talented artist that you were, you were ofcourse invited to interact with other famous businessmen, and earn some good amount of money with your art. You came from a well off family, who’d much rather had you become a lawyer, but not all things go as planned, and you decided that art was the path you wanted to take in life. You were glad your family approved of this, so you had full support from home.

You packed your art supplies as everyone run over to the entrance of the building with camera’s, knocking eachother over as they did so. Not paying much attention to it you started to walk off in the direction of the bar, taking a seat as you ordered a glass of water. Not planning on going home drunk you turned around to look at what everyone was on about.

Wrong move.

Two pair of beautiful eyes were staring at you as you shifted uncomfortably on your seat, trying to shrug him off, clearly failing in doing so. You turned back to the bartender, and took a big sip from your water, only to be tapped on your shoulder.

“2 champagnes, one for the lady please” you heard as you saw a tall, blonde haired figure take the seat next to you. You took a deep breath as you turned to look at him with a polite smile.

“Thank you, sir. But I am good with just water right now.” You smiled as you lifted up your glass, trying to make it more obvious. He smirked as he took your glass out of your hand, putting it down on the table. You were surprised as his lips met the back of your hand, feeling a gentle and sweet kiss on your skin. You blushed as he looked back up at you, showing off his oh so beautiful dimple as he smiled kindly at you.

You didn’t notice you were staring until he brought you back to reality by introducing himself politely, his name sounding oh so sweet between your lips.

“I’m Jung Jaehyun, the owner of the Jung Companies, I’m sure you heard of them as you have attended this party. Who wouldn’t know anyway, I own the whole business world.” He smirked as the bartender handed his drink to him, taking an elegant sip out of his glass.

Okay. Maybe his ego could overshadow his handsome face. You lifted your eyebrow as he looked at you with a teasing look. However the next words that spilled out of his mouth were enough for you to forget the fact that he was just a little bit too proud of himself.

“Is a pretty face like yours really alone, or am I just imagining things?” he asked as he shifted in his seat, looking around to see if anyone was eying either one of you. You cleared your throat as you took a sip of his champagne leaning in to him.

“My boyfriend must be here somewhere, so I don’t think you should use your pickup lines on me.” You said as you leaned back, trying to cover up the fact that you couldn’t lie at all. You grabbed your purse in case he tried to continue and looked around to find some kind of distraction to use as an excuse to slip away from him.

Jaehyun chuckled darkly, finishing his champagne at one go. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by a tall, muscular man dressed in all black. Jaehyun listened carefully as the tall man whispered something in his ear. His smug smile turned into a frown, quickly replaced by a smirk once again as he stood up from his seat.

‘’I gotta go check some stuff princess, you better remember your name by then so I can actually get to know you better.’’ He held your waist as he leaned into your ear, brushing his lips against your earshell.

‘’And I also know you don’t have a boyfriend, so save up your excuses and don’t try to lie to me. I’ll know anyway.’’ He grinned as he left you, 2 tall men by his side. What you did not notice was that he was very tall himself as well. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your purse and took a leave, trying to find atleast a decent place to fix your make-up.

You entered the bathroom and the smell of strong toilet perfume filled your nose. Damn even the most simple thing probably costs a fortune. Why would someone feel the need to buy such a strong scent for just the bathroom, unless someone took a big shit, of which the smell was too powerful to be overpowered by any kind of toilet perfume.

You tried to be quick as the smell started to make you dizzy. Quickly ruffling your hair a little, you exited the bathroom, only to be met with the two same pair of beautiful eyes as before. You groaned quietly as you walked over to him.

‘’You tried to escape me, but you can’t. I will find you no matter what princess.’’ You cringed at the word princess as you poked his chest rather roughly.

‘’Are you following me around? Or do you just possess some kind of natural stalker skill.’’ You glared at him as you crossed your arms on your chest. He could see the frustration in your eyes and it amused him to no extend.

‘’You don’t seem too happy with me I suppose. It’s okay love. We’ll be done for tomorrow. I just need you for tonight.’’ He smirked as he backed you up against the wall taking your hand in his.

‘’W-what?’’ your eyes widened at his response as you tried to push him away, your hand pressed against his chest. ‘’I’m not like the girls you’re used to, Jaehyun. I don’t just fuck and go on with my life. And if you’re gonna try to buy me with your money, then save your attempts. I have better things to do than to be your little sex doll. Have a nice day.’’

You slipped away from his grasp as he bit his lip at your response. You walked over to the exit as you called a cab, making sure he didn’t follow you. Looking back you saw him glaring at the people around him as he tried to push off some girl off him, and you instantly turned back, stepping into the cab that had arrived and driving off to home.

Jaehyun called his guard over, telling him to get his car ready as Doyoung approached him with two glasses of wine in his hands. Doyoung and Jaehyun had been friends ever since they were kids, and remained best buddies until now, experiencing everything together, from dropping out of school to getting to the point of where they are now.

“Ooooh! Mister Jung got rejected! Is he gonna pout like a baby now?” Jaehyun interrupted Doyoung as he grabbed the glass full of wine, finishing it up at one go.

“Send one of your servants to the bedroom. Tell my driver to wait for 30 minutes if he arrives.” He spat as he walked upstairs, dropping the glass on the ground carelessly, only to be followed by small footsteps of one of Doyoung’s servants.

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Please do Yurio telling Otabek he's pregnant as a Christmas present. <3


Yurio is 21 here, and Otabek is 24!

The past three months had been some of the best of Yuri’s life. Otabek had come to stay with him in Russia. He had suffered an injury in skating a year prior right before the Grand Prix and was forced to retire. So he had time to go to Russia and be with Yuri, watching him skate and being supportive.

They had been together since Yuri’s eighteenth birthday, having confessed to each other at that time. And they had been together ever since. It was hard, but neither of them wanted anybody else. It was the two of them against the world.

Otabek had been in Russia for three months and he was due back after the New Year. But Yuri didn’t want to see him go. He was going to miss him. And, he had other reasons to not want him to go.

Yuri had been feeling a bit exhausted these last two months, more so than he had at any previous time. Sometimes he would wake with this incredible nausea that would pass but return again moments later until he relieved it. Sometimes it would sit in the pit of his stomach for the entirety of the day. He knew Otabek noticed but he never said anything, just opting to hold him close.

Yuri also got tired quicker while skating. He couldn’t do jumps as often because they would make him nauseous and even a bit dizzy. He remembered that somebody else had felt this same exact way before they had given birth. Yuri had no choice but to call that person.

You should take a pregnancy test. And you and Otabek should be more careful!” Yuuri Katsuki had told him.

You’re not my mom!” Yuri angrily growled and hung up. But he of course followed Yuuri’s instructions and bought three pregnancy tests, just to be safe. He left Otabek at home because he couldn’t let him know, oh god that would be horrifying. He took them at the ice rink, nearly getting caught by that hag Mila, and then almost puked when all three came out positive.

So, he was pregnant. And Otabek was going back to Kazakhstan on January second. A little over a week and then Yuri would be alone, and pregnant, without any knowledge of when he would see Otabek again. It was scary, it really was. But he didn’t want to ruin Otabek’s life. And if he had this baby it would ruin his, and his career.

Christmas morning arrived and Yuri woke for once without an overwhelming nausea in the pit of his stomach. Otabek was behind him, an arm draped carelessly around Yuri’s waist. Yuri could hear him breathing softly in a deep sleep and he knew that if he looked over his shoulder he’d see a beautiful sight; a sleeping Otabek, shirtless, with his bangs flat and falling over his eyes. The thought made Yuri blush.

Yuri laid in Otabek’s arms before he felt him stir with a little sigh falling from the Kazakh’s lips. Yuri felt a soft kiss press to the back of his neck, long blonde hair moved away.

“Merry Christmas.” Otabek whispered and nudged into his neck.

“Merry Christmas.” Yuri mumbled. He was going to tell Otabek today, as a gift and as a plea to stay. He didn’t know how Otabek would react but… he had to do something.

Otabek yawned and sat up, rubbing his left eye. Yuri rolled onto his back and stared at his boyfriend, all muscles and tanned skin. Otabek looked back at him, pushing his hair back with a small smile, “Do you want to open presents now or after breakfast?”

“After breakfast.” Yuri said immediately. He needed time to prepare.

Otabek nodded and they set about their morning routine. They would take turns in the bathroom, doing their business. Then Otabek would go make tea and they would eat their breakfast that Otabek had prepared. They were quiet this morning, Yuri’s nerves getting in the way of his mood to talk. Otabek was always quiet so this was nothing new to him.

And then it was time. Time to open presents. Yuri had only gotten Otabek one thing aside from the big thing he was going to drop on him. It wasn’t even anything special, just a dumb scarf.

“Beka,” Yuri said as they sat on the loveseat. Otabek looked at him curiously. “I have something to tell you. Before we start… this.”

Otabek continued to look at him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Well, no, um, shit.” Yuri cursed and looked away, gritting his teeth. Otabek was going to leave him. God, he was panicking. He shouldn’t even tell him. He should let Otabek go back to Kazakhstan and he can have the baby by himself, and then give it up for adoption. Act like it never existed. But then Mila would be taking pictures of him, Victor and Yuuri too and there was no escaping that.

“Yuri?” Otabek touched his arm. Yuri flinched away.

“I’m… weak.” Yuri whispered.

“You’re not.” Otabek responded immediately.

“I am,” Yuri grit out, “I can’t even, fuck. I’m so… I don’t….”

“If this is about me leaving-”

“I don’t want you to go.” Yuri blurted out, refusing to look at him. He narrowed his eyes, “You can’t go.”

“I can’t?” Otabek sounded a bit confused.

“I… I’m… I’m pregnant.” Yuri bit out and then squeezed his eyes shut.

Nobody moved for three breaths. And then Otabek was griping Yuri’s chin and moving his lips over his in a sweet kiss. Yuri’s eyes shot open in surprise. They had kissed before, that was obvious, but he wasn’t expecting the sweetness of the gesture.

“What?” Yuri asked breathless as Otabek pulled away and caressed his cheek.

“I’m happy.” Otabek said.

“Why? You’re going to leave me here alone and pregnant! How could you possibly be happy?” Yuri asked. Why was he getting emotional?

Otabek smiled slightly. That only made Yuri angry. “Now I have a reason to stay, other than it being selfish. That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Stay…?” Yuri asked, blinking. He honestly expected Otabek to want to leave.

“If you’ll have me.” Otabek repeated, rubbing a rough thumb over his cheek.

They look into each other’s eyes, green ones meeting brown ones, and then Yuri folded over him. “Please stay.” He whispered, face buried in Otabek’s neck.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere in the world than here, Yura.” Otabek whispered.

Yuri gripped him tighter. Nothing else mattered other than this was the best Christmas he had ever had.

Apology of an Ex-Larrie

I have a confession to make.

I was part of the Larrie cult.

Yes, it is a cult. And no wonder I fell into the appeal of it. There’s a group of people supporting you, there’s a big belief system, there’s a villain to collectively hate.

Everything is spun around so many times until it fits the Larrie narrative. You really get dizzy and stop thinking for yourself.

Sometimes you get doubts but you suppress them because you’d just get hate for voicing them.

I ran a Larrie blog for three and a half years now.

I started it because Larry was bloody cute and I think many of you will agree with me on that. They were so fucking adorable. All the hugs, looks, they just loved each other and it made me happy.

But then Louis got a girlfriend and Larries watched it and didn’t want it to happen so they made up this big management conspiracy. Everything was apparently staged, Elounor was fake, Harry and Louis were forcibly closeted. The more they pushed this narrative, the less interaction Louis and Harry had. Wonder why that was?

And I feel empty, not because I lost my belief in Larry. I have had my doubts for over a year now. But because I lost friends and I see other friends enlacing themselves ever deeper into the conspiracy.

The baby isn’t real.

Okay, the baby is real, but it’s not Louis’ baby.

Okay, Louis claimed it to be his, but there will be a denial soon.

Okay, the paternity test was positive, but the picture is photoshopped.

And so on.

Louis and Harry are to be protected at all costs because they are innocent, pure, weak human beings who can’t  defend themselves against big, bad management. They are puppets on a string. They never touched a woman because eww. That would make them less pure and innocent.

“Babygate” is just the tip of the iceberg. How many times have things happened that needed to be spun around to “understand” them.

Louis’ bullshit tweet.

Harry kissing this blonde girl, I don’t remember her name.

Harry making sexual innuendo about pussy, but that was obviously just an outsider perspective because he himself has never touched pussy.

Haylor. Oh my God, what a horrible time in the Larrie fandom.

Elounor. No wonder they were looking awkward together, their every bloody move was being watched and commented on.

Now I see what back then I didn’t see:

That WE were the ones making Louis and Harry hide their friendship.

WE were the ones making Elounor awkward.

WE were the ones watching and analyzing their every move.


I’m sorry I participated in that. I’m sorry and I can only say that I was brainwashed. I was part of a cult.

I’m free now and I can’t believe I was part of this for so long. I was giving in to big larrie blogs who shut down every doubting word with sarcastic hateful posts.

One last word for these blogs.

You are bullies.

Manipulative bullies.

But I also feel sorry for you.

You must feel so weak in your own lives that you have the need to build a cult on the internet and bully everyone who doesn’t follow it.

Get well soon.


a recovering Larrie

I’ll Be Waitin’ (Skinny!40s!Steve)

Pairing: Skinny!40s!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1, 136

Genre: Romance/Fluff

A/N: Hi! This is my first shot at something like this, so all feedback is appreciated. Send in your requests for oneshots and I’ll get them done for you, but please read the FAQ if you’re unsure on what to request! If there’s any errors please do tell me and I’ll fix them up for you (: Happy Reading.

Your name: submit What is this?

It was your typical Friday night, sipping on your usual drink, sitting in your usual spot, listening to the swing music playing and the chattering of everyone in the hustling bar. This was the usual for you when Charlie, the manager and one of your closest friends, didn’t have you serving up drinks for him, which of course you always obliged to do because it was Charlie after all.

But this night wasn’t typical, it was anything but that. You were propped up on your seat, your crimson dress tickling yours knees, laughing at the stupid thing Charlie had to say about the very drunk man ordering more drinks, when the tall brunette strolled in with two dames hanging off both arms and a smaller man straggling behind them. The taller man looked smug with himself as he directed the girls over to a booth, sliding in next to them as the blonde man stood there awkwardly before planting himself down.

“Hey Charlie,” You called as he grabbed a bottle of beer from under the counter and handing it to a man in a sergeants uniform. “Who are those guys that just came in?”
“You mean Barnes and Rogers? What’s it to you?” Charlie said, narrowing his eyes.
“Oh hush up, who’s the blonde one?” You smiled back at him.
“You sure you don’t mean the brunette one, not to sound too punchy but Steve ain’t got much luck with the dames, certainly not you.” Steve. That was his name. He looked like a Steve in an odd sorta way.

You turned and looked back over to their booth, Barnes, as Charlie called him, was babbling on to the red lipstick and pin-curl encrusted girls who were no doubt falling for his charms. From the look of it, he knew what he was doing, whereas Steve didn’t, he sat there like a loose part in his high khaki trousers and his button down. You smiled to yourself as he stared mindlessly at the bar, probably not even meaning to look at you, but he did, and you definitely noticed that his cheeks tinged pink after looking at you.

You adjusted the skirt of your dress and turned your back away from Steve, facing the bar again. You were waiting until one of them came to the bar, most probably Steve, seeing as Barnes was too cosied up with the girls. That’s when you saw the skinny man leaning his elbow on the counter, clearly waiting for Charlie. 

His blonde hair was combed backwards neatly, but looked so soft, so easy to tangle your fingers in. He wore an unamused look on his face as he watched his friend playing with one of the girl’s hair.

“Rough night?” You smiled over at him. You knew you caught him off guard because he jumped slightly, his knees knocking together, before laughing a bit at his foolishness.

“No ma’am, just a double date gone wrong,” He smiled sadly before clearing his throat and ordering 4 drinks. He turned his attention back to you. “What’s a pretty dame like you sitting here on her own for?”

“What a charmer, callin’ me pretty before even knowing my name,” you grinned, Steve turning paler, taking what you said seriously. “Calm it sweet cheeks, I was pullin’ your leg. I’m Y/N.”

Steve sighed in relief before responding, looking at the drinks Charlie just placed in front of him. He stood up and grabbed the drinks. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you Y/N. But I best be gettin’ back with these drinks, otherwise Buck will start worrying.”

“Buck looks pretty busy to me Steve, but suit yourself, see you around,” You turned back to your drink, feeling pleased with yourself, as Steve carried the drinks away to Bucky. You was about to call over to Charlie when the stool next to you was filled by a lopsided grinning blonde, staring straight at you. “Had a change a’ heart did we?”

You and Steve talked for what seemed like hours. Him telling you about his family, and how he had been rejected by the army and how all he wanted was to do right by his country. This made your heart swell. You told him about yourself, how you work here most days, and about your love for Frank Sinatra and literature, causing him to roll his eyes at you, which earned him a gentle nudge with your elbow.

“Interrupting something, Rogers?” A towering man said, smirking at you both. You looked up, taking in his features. Baby blue eyes, perfectly styled hair, you understood what Charlie meant now. “Sorry ‘bout my friend here, he didn’t think to introduce his ol’ pal to a little doll like yourself. I’m James, but people call me Bucky.”

“Sorry Buck, this is Y/N, I met her here tonight,” Steve said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. You looked up at Bucky, who was now clapping a large hand on Steve’s back, confidence oozing off of him, but if he thought he could try to sweet talk you, he’d have another thing coming.

“Steve here was just telling me about you, how you’re doll dizzy, a real sweet talker, huh?” Bucky laughed back at you before sending a wink your way. “I was tellin’ him how I’m over guys that mess me around, never fall for the charm, that’s what I say.” 

With that Bucky’s faced dropped, clearly thinking he was going to win you over, which caused Steve to splutter his drink before gaining his composure and smiling widely at Bucky. You giggled at Steve before Bucky mumbled something about ‘Rogers meeting him back at the booth to take the dames home.’ 

“Well played, Miss. Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bucky turned down by someone before, it’s usually the other way around,” Steve laughed, spinning the rim of his glass around on the table as he spoke. 

“He had it comin’ one day,” 

“Tonight has been swell, really Y/N, but I gotta get goin’, Buck needs me to take these girls home with him,” Steve sighed, a small smile still visible on his face. “But, if you want to I mean- we can ya’know do this again soon- not that you have to-“

“You carry on stutterin’ like that and it’ll be closing time before you finish your sentence,” You laughed, causing Steve to blush again, one of the most heart warming things you’ve ever seen, you were fond of him already. “But yes.”

“Ye-“Steve began.

“Steve we’re leavin’ pal,” Bucky called as he walked towards the door, the two ladies gripping his arms.

“You know where to find me, Rogers,” You whispered, leaning over and kissing him softly on the cheek, the blush creeping on both of your faces now. “I’ll be waitin’.”



RivaMika Week 5
Title: Fishing
Pairing: RivaMika | Words: 1755 | Rating: K+ | Canonverse
Prompt: Floral – Hops
C/n: Hops is a sedative and a hypnotic herb, used in the treatment of insomnia, restlessness, and anxiety 

Summary: Sometimes you get what you want even if you don’t really know you want it. Or how Levi is cranky, Mikasa doesn’t care and Armin is a mastermind.

RMW: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8
Español: Día 1 | Día 2 | Día 3 | Día 4 | Día 5 | Día 6 | Día 7 | Día 8


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Fire Meet Gasoline pt. 1

DO NOT READ if you are triggered by cheating. This is purely for entertainment. 

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Disclaimer: This story contains cheating. Solangelo cheats with each other not on each other. Please do not read if angst or cheating triggers you. This is all fiction and entertainment. Thank you.

Ch. 1-

Sometimes Nico wondered if a person could only ever find love once. If maybe everything that came after was just a way to get over that one love. And sometimes Nico figured he was being ridiculous and simply holding on to the past a little too tightly.

“What are you thinking about?” Percy asked as he crawled into bed beside him. Nico shook his head and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted like mint. “You have a very pensive expression.”

“It’s my tired expression,” he answered. “Got me through school. Made me look smart and mysterious.”

Percy laughed and rolled over onto him. “You are smart and mysterious.” He leaned down and kissed him again, making Nico smile as he looked into his sea green eyes. He loved seeing how they dilated just by looking at him. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you more,” Nico whispered, pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. He rolled over and blindly searched for the lamp to shut off the light.

The next morning, Percy was up before him. Nico groaned and pulled the covers up, wrapping himself in warmth. He hated how cold the house got in the morning. He felt Percy nudge him and turned away. Percy chuckled and the bed shifted as he climbed onto it again.

Nico could feel his breath at his ear. “Wake up, you have to go to work too,” he said. Nico could hear the smile in his voice.

“Let’s call in sick,” Nico muttered. He turned and pulled Percy against him. “And we can spend the day however we want.”

Percy chuckled and put a hand on his mouth before he could kiss him. “The only problem with that is that we need the money we get from work. And our jobs don’t pay us when we’re not there.” He pecked him and wriggled out of his grasp. “Get up!” he called.

Nico groaned and rolled over in defeat. Then he got up and got ready for work. They left the house together before the sun even rose and kissed before getting into their cars to drive off.

As Nico walked he corridors, he found that the presence was heavier now. It always got like this when October hit. He wasn’t sure why. It was neither the start or the fall of their relationship. Regardless, he had to keep his mind focused and away from trying to go back in time seven years.

His students slowly filtered in, hyper for the weekend. The good thing was they all seemed to like Nico. He was a young teacher, he was funny, and he made the subject enjoyable. His students respected him, and Nico was grateful for it.

Before long, he was on his way home, thankful for the three day weekend. When he got home, he put a plate of leftovers in the microwave and sat down to watch television until Percy came home. A few hours later, the door opened and Nico glanced up from where he lay on the couch. “Hey baby,” he called.

“Get dressed,” Percy said.

“What? Why?”

“We’re going on a double date!” Percy said happily. “My coworker suggested a night out for all of us, and I figured we could use it.”

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 3 (Part 13/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 12

When the four of you returned to the compound, there was an immediate split, with Steve and Bucky returning to the team, and you and Tony leaving for Wakanda to pick up the kids. Of course, Steve desperately wanted to talk to you again, but Bucky had convinced him to pull back for a while until you could make your way back home later and had some time to think after the debacle at the safe house.  To keep his mind occupied until that day could come, he took the opportunity to lead a mission that required the team to depart right away, leaving him no time to even attempt to intercept you.

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Steve/Bucky/Tony Ot3 Headcannon:

Steve and Bucky are finally back together living in avengers tower, Bucky finally having gotten back to his old self. Steve is ecstatic, he adores him and the tower is full of super soldiers making out like teen-agers. They are always touching each other like they can’t stand to be apart, but the team doesn’t mind, they are glad their boys are happy.  Turns out that having a boyfriend has put a stop to Steve’s annoying early morning cleaning habits too. So everyone is happy except for Tony- not that Tony’s not happy for them of course he is, its just…

 Tony had never been good at talking about his feelings or asking for affection, but with Steve it had been easy, and nice, and the few times Steve had pulled tony into a hug,- after battle or when the brunette was woozy with fatigue,-Tony had felt, well, home. So he had a crush. Big deal.  He could handle it. But because he was Tony Stark, it couldn’t be that simple. Not only was Steve’s long lost love back and the blond seemed to be in a perpetual state of handsy giggling, but Barnes was, frankly, a fucking fantastic guy. Now that he was no longer brain washed, he was funny, and witty, with an easy smile and a genuine interest in whatever Tony was working on that day. He was constantly nosing around the lab, asking questions or just listening to Tony ramble. Tony could barely conceal how much he loved the attention. People didn’t usually just listen and hang with him unless they wanted something, but Bucky genuinely seemed like all he wanted was to admire Tony’s inventions. It made Tony’s chest glow with warmth, and he was constantly coming up with new gadgets to show his dapper cyborg friend. So, tony concluded he was pretty much fucked. The thing was Tony was not great at hiding his feelings either, and his behavior did not get past one of the world’s greatest military strategists or his infamous ex-assassin boyfriend.

One night, as Steve and Bucky are lazily making out on an expensive sofa; Bucky pauses, cocks an eyebrow at his Adonis boyfriend and says,

“Y’know, Stark wants you”.

Steve looks up from where he’d been mouthing at Bucky’s neck, and after a heavy pause says,

“He wants you too.”

"Yea?” Bucky grins. “ And how do we feel about that?”

He asks, grinding down against Steve suggestively. Steve laughed a little at his boyfriend’s double entendre before Bucky shifts his hips and grinds their cocks together, making Steve gasp.

“ Always did share everything before Stevie, you and me” Bucky purred, his voice gone soft and predatory “we could share this too.”

Steve has a sudden flash of tan limbs and a breathy laugh and moans into his boyfriend’s neck. Bucky feels his cock twitch and grins triumphantly.

“Fuck doll, anything for you, you know that” Steve groans, before resuming their make out a little more heatedly.

Tony is going out of his mind. The last few weeks have been filled with little lingering touches and shy smiles from Steve and god, Tony wants to read something into that. Yesterday Steve had pinned Tony during their sparring match and instead of laughing and offering him a hand up like always, Steve had stayed there, his huge hands pinning Tony’s wrists above his head, and looked at him like he was beautiful, his eyes blue and deep and so full of light Tony had to look away.

Not even his lab is safe anymore, because Barnes, fuck, has taken to pulling Tony against his chest while he’s trying to work, under the pretense of teasing Tony about how small he is, and even as Tony struggles to get away and threatens him with a wrench, his hearts not in it. He wants to stay in those arms as long as he can. But he pushes those lovesick thoughts down and chalks up the affection to a superhuman good mood. He’s glad that they’re together. He really is.

He’s sitting on the couch in the common room, tapping away on his tablet when he feels the cushions sink down and finds Bucky and Steve sitting on either side of him, chatting nonchalantly about some thing or other. And really, it’s too much; Tony can’t deal with this right now, so he makes to get up. Mumbling something about going to the lab. But a hand on his chest stops him, pushes him gently back down.

“Stay, Tony” Steve says, hand still on his chest.  “We want you to stay, don’t we Buck?”

“ Aww Stevie he’s shakin’” Bucky says, sliding a hand up Tony’s neck. “You cold, Stark? Need someone to warm you up?”

He is shaking, because Tony can’t believe what he’s hearing. There is no way his most pathetic sexual fantasy is actually happening, he doesn’t deserve this…deserve them. But Steve, perfect, beautiful Steve has always been good at grounding him. Taking hold of Tony’s chin, he gently turns the brunettes face towards him and asks,

“Tony, do you want this?”

And Tony can barely think, let alone speak, because Bucky is mouthing at his neck and Steve is still looking at him with nothing but affection and hope, Jesus hope, and Tony never thought anyone would look at him like that again, not after Pepper, bless her, and he really doesn’t deserve this but he wants it so badly and-

            “Tony?” Steve prompts, a hint of worry creeping into his face, and Tony can’t have that.

            “I, yes” he gasps out “god yes” and surges against Steve to kiss him.

Tony lets out a whine when their lips meet, months of pining and sexual frustration finally getting the better of him. He hears Barnes chuckle against his ear but all Tony can do to retort is gasp again as a hot tongue pushes itself into his mouth and a hand slips under his shirt to brush up, over his stomach and across and already hard nipple to finally settle over the arch reactor, fingers rubbing at the sensitive skin where flesh meets metal. Steve smiles against his lips before pulling away, and Tony opens his eyes in time to see the two super soldiers kiss over him, before their positions are switched and Bucky is the one with his tongue in Tony’s mouth and Steve is licking around the shell of his ear and someone is undoing his belt and sliding a hand into his jeans and Tony is a whimpering mess, he is shaking apart under so many warm hands and lips and all he can think is “please, please, please”. He might be saying it he can’t be sure but he thinks he might have been because Steve laughs and then Christ there are lips around his cock and Bucky is whispering

            “God Stark, the things we are gunna do to you, gunna spread your legs and lick you open till your begging for it, maybe bend you over the hood of one of those cars in your lab and eat you out till you cry, would you like that?”

And Tony whimpers and nods his head frantically, the image of it making his cock leak against Steve’s lips. Bucky has a hand around Tony’s throat now, his voice low and dangerous,

            “You getting close, Tony?”

And again Tony whimpers and nods, everything is so much more intense than even his genius mind could have imagined. His face is buried in Bucky’s neck now, a hand gently petting Steve’s cheek as the blond sucks him.

            “Good, want you to feel good” Bucky purrs “ now be my good boy and come down Stevie’s throat ” he commanded, punctuating his sentence with a sharp bight to the base of Tony’s neck. Bucky’s words hit a nerve somewhere, because Tony sobbed out

            “Yes, yes your good boy” and fisted a hand in the assassin’s long hair as he came, just like he was told to. 

Steve, who had slid down to the floor and had one hand down the front of his own jeans whimpered and came a few seconds later, still sucking Tony through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Tony slumped, boneless against Bucky’s chest and let the other man hold him as Steve climbed back up to kiss his boyfriend. They made out for a minute and exchanged a quick smile before looking down at Tony, who was still hiding his face in Bucky’s chest, a hand clenched in his t-shirt, breathing raggedly.

“ C’mon Buck” Steve said softly, “lets go to bed”.

Tony, still dizzy from coming, felt his heart sink. Of course, they would go off together now. Of course. He should be happy he got to be with them at all, he should, but the thought of being alone again now after what had just happened nearly broke him. He’d been good, Hadn’t he?

            “C’mon Stark” Bucky said, “bed time.”

Tony let himself be guided to bed, still half disbelieving, as Steve gently stripped him out of his messy clothes and pulled an oversized t-shirt over his head, gently, carefully, like he was dressing a child.  They got into bed, Tony lying a little stiffly until Steve chuckled and pulled Tony up against his chest. Bucky slid under the covers on Tony’s other side and nestled into his chest, making a show of rubbing against the arch reactor and snuffling a little before throwing and arm over the other two and settling down. 

            Tony lay there, sleepy and happy and overwhelmed, but eventually he had to ask.

            “Steve?” he asked the semi-darkness, watching the light from the arc reactor shine off Bucky’s hair.

            “mmh?” Steve moaned sleepily, nuzzling at Tony’s neck a little. Steve was pleased. The little inventor was so cute and easy to hold. Steve had always thought the bed had been a little too big before now.

            “This…this wasn’t just a one time thing, right? I mean, I would understand—really I would, it’s just….” Steve felt the brunette go tense in his arms.

            “ No! Oh Tony” Steve whispered softly and held the other man more tightly against his chest. “No, before, I was asking, if you wanted to be with us, y’know, like stepping out…Wouldn’t just love ya and leave ya.”

Steve felt Tony relax a little. “Good” he mumbled. “I just thought, y’know…” doubt was creeping into his voice again.

            “Shh baby doll” Steve whispered, watching Tony blush at the pet name, visible even in the dark. “We’re both over the moon for ya. Gunna keep you, you’re our guy.”

Tony couldn’t say anything, he just pressed a tiny kiss to Steve’s arm, the first part he could reach, and fell asleep with Steve smiling into his skin. 

appetence - onkey

~1.9k words, nc-17, college au pwp

tw: mentions of drug use

written for wishyounew in the writingshinee fic exchange! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

“I don’t think you understand how much I need you to fuck me right now.”

Jinki’s words have never spurred his boyfriend into action so fast. The lights of the dance are twirling across Kibum’s face and his eyes light up with them, vibrant, buzzing, alluring. Jinki’s skin is on fire and he can’t stop rubbing his own skin. His heart is beating like a hummingbird. “Do you wanna leave?” His slow words are punctuated by the beats from the seventies pop hits blaring through the speakers.

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A/N: someone requested an insecure alaska involving body image so this was my take on it! title is from the song “two” by the antlers and the pairing is shalaska. im on an internet limited holiday so I’m posting this on my phone- I really hope the format looks okay!- daisy xxx

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Team free will-Heart of Gold Part 5

Title:Heart of Gold Part 5

Pairings: Team free will x reader

Word count:1013

Request:Heart of Gold Part 5!!! Xoxo 😄😄

Links:Heart of Gold Part 2Heart of gold Part 3,Heart of Gold part 4.


‘’(Y/N)!’’Dean yelled, jaw gritted so tightly you could see the veins in his neck. His muscles were clawing to get through his shirt as the two officers held him back. 

‘’DEAN!’’You screamed, kicking and sobbing madly as you tried to free yourself from the two officers who tried to grab your flying limbs. ‘’SAMMY!’’

‘’LET HER GO!’’Sam growled, three officers having to hold back the larger brother. Dean felt a burst of anger as he watched you cry, scared and afraid. With that anger, Dean pushed his arms forward, escaping for a second as he ran towards you. 

You managed to sneak out of the officers grip and rushed towards Dean. Dean caught you as you practically jumped into his arms. You were sobbing and breathing harsh as Dean kneeled on the floor, wrapping his arms tightly around your body. 

You wrapped your arms so tightly around Dean to make sure no one could separate you. You knew you probably looked like a freak by how hard you were sobbing but you didn’t care. 

Sam was still held back but was now a little calmer that Dean had got to you. Dean’s hands were pushing against your back, pushing you into him as he closed his eyes letting out a relieved breath. 

Officers ran towards Dean but the lady with the blonde hair stopped them. She held out her palm, eyes and face blank as they awaited her order. Dean stood up, standing protectively in front of you. 

He glanced back seeing that the officers had now let go of Sam and were at the front by the women. ‘’Go to Sammy’’Dean whispered, nodding reassuringly down at you as he lightly pushed you in Sam’s direction.

You rushed over, scared you could be swept up and minute but you made it to Sam who just like Dean, pushed you behind him straight away. He was glaring coldly at the women.

You peeked your head around his body, one hand latching on the back of his shirt in a tight fist, the other gripping his so harshly that you were surprised you didn’t actually mould yours into his. 

Sam glanced back at you with soft eyes as he softly squeezed your hand in comfort before looking back at the woman. Dean was standing closer to her, arms crossed.

‘’We need to take her’’The woman said, smiling with authority as she never looked away from Dean’s eyes. She was very smart and professional. 

‘’You’re not taking anyone’’Dean raged, hands balling into a fist. The woman laughed slightly, soft breaths falling from her pink lips as she folded her hands together in front of her. 

‘’Sir. She’s living in and out of motels with two older men. She’s not legally adopted and is covered in bruises and is very dangerously under weight’’The woman listed, eyes flickering over to yours. 

You shrunk back, big eyes watching in fear as Dean scoffed. 

‘’She’s a kid. She likes to play outside. She had a fast metabolism. And if you think we would lay a hand on her, why would she react like that if we hurt her?’’Dean growled, outraged at the idea of them hurting you. But he couldn’t exactly say you got bruises from hunting. 

The woman looked between the three of you and sighed. ‘’Just because someone hurts you, doesn’t mean you don’t love them’’She spoke softly. You shook, bottom lip quivering as more tears fell down your puffy cheeks. 

Sam could feel you shaking behind him. He turned around, crouching down to pick you up gently as he cradled you with his arms wrapping around your frame to support you. 

You sniffed trying to bury yourself as far into Sam as you could. Sam lightly rocked you like you would a baby to try and calm them down. He stroked back the strays of your hair and tucked them behind your ear as he once again glared back at the woman. 

‘’You’re scaring her. You need to leave’’Sam growled, hand cradling the back of your head gingerly. ‘’Do you even have a warrant or evidence that she’s being abused?’’Sam spat with disgust. He too was shook up by the thought of anyone thinking he would dare lay a finger on you. 

‘’That’s what I thought’’Sam hissed when the woman looked down. 

‘’We will get a evidence soon. Crooks like you will get bored soon and need someone to have fun with’’She replied with narrowed angered eyes as she walked out of the motel. 

You whimpered as soon as she walked past you and instantly clutched tighter onto Sam’s shirt. Dean walked over to the door, brows furrowed in anger as he stopped her for a second.

‘’You’re wrong if you think we would even hurt a single hair on that child’s head’’Dean snapped before slamming the door shut and walking back into the room. 

Dean watched as his younger brother tried to keep you calm but to no avail did it only rile you up further. You began to feel dizzy, breath coming in short rasps to you. You clutched onto Sam, eyes closing in pain.

‘’Baby’’Sam coo’d rubbing your back with one hand. ‘’You need to calm down. You’re okay. You’re safe baby, I promise’’.

‘’Hey. Listen to me’’Dean soothed, patting your back. You sniffled, red eyes meeting Dean’s eyes as you rested your cheek on Sam shoulder to look over at him.

‘’No one is going to take you away from us, Okay?’’Dean mumbled, stroking your flushed face as you slowly calmed down. You nodded as Dean pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

Like always after you cried, you began to get tired and it wasn’t long before you drifted off. 

‘’What do we do, Dean.’’Sam asked, panic lacing his tone as he continued to rub your back even though you were still asleep but it secretly brought comfort to Sam. 

‘’First we need to adopt her legally, Sammy’’Dean stated as he glanced over towards you. 

‘’Then we leave. We’ve stayed in once place for to long’’

The Birds and My Honeybee


So this is the first imagine I’m writing ever so I figured I’d give you the details, or credentials, whatever.

Title: The Birds and My Honeybee

Author: crystalline-heart-of-roses

Rating: PG-13

Multishot: I was planning on it, but it depends on if you like it.

Requested by: No one

Warning(s): smut, mentions of murder/death, mentions or pregnancy, fainting

Summary: You’re a hunter whose known the Winchester brothers for quite some time. Currently, you’re dating Sam, and you’re his first serious girlfriend since Jessica’s death. You find out your pregnant, but don’t tell Sam because the targets of this monster are pregnant women. However, you’ve known for awhile you were pregnant, and Sam eventually notices because you’d been acting strange during the hunt.

“Dean, if you don’t knock it off I’m going to kick you in the balls,” I say to Dean, half joking, half serious. I was at a bar with the Winchester brothers, and at the moment, I couldn’t seem to get the older one to act like a decent human being for just five minutes.

“What?! It’s just a little joke,” Dean laughs back at me, downing another shot.

The case we’d just finished up had been slightly stressful, since there seemed to be more than one vengeful spirit, and each one more violent and determined than the last. Unfortunately, by the time we found the bones of the last one, another little girl had been killed. And Dean’s massive hero complex wasn’t letting him get over it. So his intentions? Same as always. Flirt endlessly with any random pretty girl. And the unlucky girl he’d chosen tonight, happened to be one of the people living in the town we’d had to investigate. I’d spoken to her, and she was really very nice. But not at all enjoying Dean’s advances.

“Well, heads up, Raven didn’t find that very funny.”

“Oh come one! What was wrong with it?!”

“Did you completely miss the part where you compared her looks to the taste of pina coladas? Or where you decided to trick her and pour water down her back because she was ‘so hot she needed to be cooled down?’”

“I didn’t miss it-”

“-but you clearly didn’t care. Dean, not every girl is gonna fall for your terrible pick up lines and just think they’re cute! Most of the time, it can be seen as pretty insulting.”

“You’re crazy,” he chuckles, downing one more shot.

“Okay well, next time, try to just say ‘hi’ instead of some super stupid sex comment. And if you’re going to do that anyway, don’t introduce yourself by associating with us, because that’s embarrassing.” Dean seemed to be ignoring me at that moment, his eyes having caught sight of another girl to prey on. Rolling my eyes, I scoffed and hit him hard upside the back of his head.

“Ow!” He shouts rubbing his head. “What was that for?!”

“The pervert eyes you were making at that girl! You were practically undressing her with your eyes! Have a little bit of class please? Or decency.”

“Mm. Nope,” he replies ordering another shot.

“Babe, help me please,” I say, turning to my boyfriend and Dean’s younger brother, Sam. He chuckles lightly and pulls his chair closer to mine so he could protectively wrap an arm around my waist from behind.

“What are you trying to drag me into now?” He says planting a kiss on my temple.

“Your drunk brother.” He looks over to his brother, who’d moved further away from us, and closer to the blonde he’d been eyeing earlier. “He’s been acting like an idiot all night.”

“You know Dean, he’s a heavyweight. As long as he’s not hangover drunk, he’ll be fine. C'mon, let’s just go back to the motel and let him act like an idiot without us around,” he says holding his hand out to me as he rises from his chair.

“And leave the car keys with him?”

“Mmm. Yes. Knowing my brother, with or without the keys, he’s not gonna do anything overly stupid.”

“Fine,” I huff. “Let’s go.”

My mind came back to the present as I suddenly felt sick. I tried to ignore it for the sake of the case we’d been working on. We were going over notes and evidence we’d found in the past couple of days, and having very little luck as the only connection between the victims was that they were all pregnant woman. Or at least they had been.

“What’s weird, is the autopsy report showed no signs of the pregnancy, but it was in their medical records,” Dean said confused.

“Wait a second,” I say, an idea coming to mind. “The victims were each pregnant, but none of them were showing yet.”

“Yeah, so?” Sam says. I shot him an annoyed look, causing him to clear his throat and shift a bit in his seat.

“So, for some reason, I’m pretty sure that’s important I just can’t figure out why. But I can show you one thing. Did either of you manage to steal a copy of the autopsy?”

“Uh yeah, hang on it’s in this pile somewhere, ah! Found it,” Sam says.

“Thank you,” I say a bit cheerier. I immediately flipped open the file until I got to the x-ray pictures. “Okay, look. See here, how their organs look a bit funny?” I ask pointing out the different organs and where they were, as opposed to where they’re supposed to be.

“So, what? Whatever did this to them caused their organs to shift around?”

“No, but because the weren’t very far along in their pregnancies, the autopsy didn’t show it, and neither did the x-ray. When a woman gets pregnant, our organs shift to make room for the baby. They just sort of shift and move over to the side and sort of around. An ultrasound might’ve picked up on the empty space, but an x-ray wouldn’t have honed in on it enough for it to be noticed.” I stop for a moment to catch my breath. “And I bet,” I say closing the file folder, “that if we took another look, we’ll find the placental sac is still there, possibly with or without the amniotic fluids.” The amount of talking I did made me a bit dizzy, and the subject didn’t help, especially with those pictures. Taking a breath, I tried my hardest to ignore it.

“Are you alright?” Sam asks me.

“Yeah fine.”

“And still annoyingly smart as ever. She’s right.”

“Thanks Dean, my intellect is always available.”

“So what do you say? We go check out the bodies again, take a closer look, maybe do some interviewing? See if anything strange has been happening?”

“Totally. Let’s go,” Dean said. They stood up to grab their suits and change, until they noticed I was still sitting.

“Yo, (Y/N)! Chop chop! We’re burning daylight here.”

“Uh-huh,” I say only half paying attention. I stood up intending to get ready, only that isn’t what happened. I stop, feeling a bit too dizzy, and then made a break for the bathroom. Pushing past the guys, I made my way in and just barely made it to the toilet before I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet bowl and threw just about everything but my memories. As I hurled my entire life into the toilet, I felt a hand lightly start rubbing my back and helping me through the coughing. When I finally managed to get myself back together, I felt Sam slowly help me stand and walked me over to the bed we were sharing. Dean came over with a bottle of water and handed it to Sam. “I can drink water on my own,” I croaked.

“I don’t think so,” he replies kneeling beside me. “Now drink some water so you don’t get lightheaded.” I just nodded my head and let Sam help me slowly drink some water, all the while he was rubbing my back trying to help soothe me, because I wasn’t fond of being sick, mainly because I don’t get sick, and I’d be going insane if he weren’t keeping me calm.

“I’ll, uh, meet you two out in the car,” Dean says somewhat awkwardly.

“Are you alright Honeybee?” Sam asks softly.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little woozy.”

“Are you sure? Do you wanna sit this one out and lay down for a bit?”

“No I’m fine, just give me a few minutes to get ready.” I quickly stand, trying to let the dizziness pass. It didn’t work out too well, because I wobbled a bit, and made myself dizzier from standing up to quickly. Luckily, Sam was right there. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the head of the bed.

“Oh no you don’t,” he says pulling a corner of the blanket back. “I don’t think so Honeybee. You’re staying right here and getting some sleep.”

“Sam, I’m fine. Just a little stomach stuff.”

“Well you can’t be having stomach trouble while you’re needed to be alert,” he continues as he tucks me in. “You’re staying right here, at least until you feel a little better. Just try and get some rest please.”

“Fine,” I say with a slight sigh.

“Thank you, I’ll be back as soon as possible. Sweet dreams,“ he says to me while he bends down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

“Sam,” I moaned as his teeth nipped at the sweet spot on my neck. We’d gotten back to the motel awhile ago, and no sooner than we stepped through the door had clothes started being removed.

Slowly, Sam kissed down my neck to my collarbone. He trailed kisses down my stomach, causing a shiver to run down my spine as his lips made their way to my inner thigh and up to my lips. I let out a breathy moan as he pushed my legs open further and started to work his tongue at my opening. I laced my fingers through his hair just as he slid a finger inside of me, causing me to let out another pleasurable moan. He slipped another one of his long fingers inside of me and started pumping, just as he latched his mouth around my clit and began sucking on it. I bucked my hips into his face, pulling him closer to me with his hair.

“Oh Sam!” I called out. I felt him smile against my skin and he planted a final kiss on my opening as he slid his fingers out. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and started sucking on his fingers. And if that wasn’t erotic as hell, I didn’t know what was.

“Get over here and fuck me or I’m going to gut you like a fish,” I said, my voice low and seductive.

He tried to laugh at my statement, but his eyes had already darkened slightly, and I could see the lust overcome his eyes. I took the opportunity to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his lips back down to mine. Kissing him roughly, I wrapped my other arm around him and lightly scratched his back. He moaned into the kiss, and I felt his member twitch against my thigh. Finally, he pulled away from me, causing me to pout and whimper from the loss of contact. He kissed my lips once more, hoping to end the pouting, as he pushed my legs open again and positioned himself between them.

Carefully, he lined himself up with my opening before slowly sliding into me, causing a satisfied groan to come from us both. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment to let me adjust to him. I bit my lip impatiently, signaling him that I was ready. Slowly, he started pounding into me, leaning down to attack my neck with his mouth. I let out a pleasurable whimper, pawing at his back as he started moving faster. I could feel him leaving love bites on every part of my skin he could manage to.

“Oh Sam!” I called out.

“Say it Honeybee,” he whispered in my ear, his voice husky and low.

Gosh I hate how well he knew me. I had tiny insecurities about sex, and he knew it.

“Don’t hold yourself back from me baby,” he said, nibbling on my earlobe lightly. A moan escaped my lips at the sound of his voice, his breath in my ear, causing me to shiver. “Go ahead. Tell me what you want. I’ll fuck you however you like. Scream for me, I want to here how good I make you feel,” he said to me once more, planting a kiss on my collarbone before taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

I felt him start sucking, working my other breast with his hand as his tongue flicked out and trailed in a circle around my nipple. He was doing it on purpose, and he knew I’d lose my control over my mouth from his actions.

“Sam!” I called out. “Harder,” I begged. “Faster!” He obliged, lifting my legs up and wrapping them around his waist, never once taking his mouth away from my breast.

He picked up a steady, faster pace, the new position allowing him to go deeper in as he pounded into me, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. He switched breasts with his mouth, using his other hand to pick up where it had left off on my other breast.

“Fuck,” I screamed.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured against my skin. I arched my back into him, causing him to let out a groan against my breast. He moved his left hand down to rub my clit just as he nipped by nipple lightly, taking it between his teeth and sucking, as though trying to leave a mark there as well.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled. “Harder!” I yelled out again.

He groaned as his lips connected to mine again, increasing the speed and intensity of his movements.

“Fuck (Y/N),” he groaned into my mouth as my walls began tightening around him and he continued to slam into me.

“Fuck Sam, please don’t stop!” I yelled as I felt his back start to tense. I was leaving scratches all on his back, which would no doubt show up tomorrow. He kissed me harder as we reached our peak.

“Fuck,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m so close (Y/N).”

“Me too,” I said softly. I moaned again as we both started to come undone. “Fuck, Sam! I’m cumming!”

“Me too,” he said just before he let out a loud grunt. “Fuck. Cum with me, baby. Cum with my Honeybee,” he said huskily, going to work on my neck again.

Suddenly, I screamed loudly, calling out his name as I felt my orgasm hit me like a freight train. Sam let out a loud moan as my walls squeezed him, bringing him over the edge to his own orgasm. We helped each other through our orgasms, and he thrusted into me a few more times, riding it out. He grunted heavily before carefully pulling himself out of me and slumping down on top of me. He knew I didn’t mind. I actually enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of me. The feeling relaxed me, and I slept better knowing he was there.

I’d always had trouble sleeping growing up because of my ADHD. Even with being treated for it, sleeping was a chore because the bed felt too empty, and there was too much space. I eventually had to get s heavier blanket, because a weighted blanket was too expensive. The weight made me feel secure and comfortable, the extra padding in the blanket generated extra heat. Even in the summer, I ignored it because it was better than feeling all the empty space. Once I’d been cleared to stop taking my meds, the problem persisted and nothing helped until I met Sam. The first night we’d slept together we’d been on a hunt. I’d run into him and his brother, accidentally falling into their case. I let them stay with me while they were in town, and Sam had heard me freaking out and crying in my sleep. I’d been twisting and turning most of the night, which he’d heard as well, and had to come lay with me to calm me down from my nightmare. He stayed with me that night, I ended up losing my virginity, and the rest was pretty much history. I woke up the next morning snuggled up to him, and from that moment on I’d fallen more and more in love with him. They’d flipped my world upside down, and so I’d left the small town I lived in and became a hunter like them.

And now, here we were. He was laying on me, and adjusted himself so he could look at my face while he played with my hair.

“Guess what?” He asked.


“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say to him.

“Wanna know something else?”


“You’ll always be my Honeybee, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“And you’ll always be my Koala Bear, Sam Winchester.” I referred to him as my koala bear because he was huge and could look scary and intimidating at first glance, but he was incredibly gentle and sweet, and was super cuddly. He refused to let me call him Teddy Bear, so I made him settle for Koala Bear. That was my last thought before I fell asleep under him.

I awoke from my dream feeling better than before, but still incredibly tired. I laid back down on the bed, silently wishing Castiel were here to keep me company since the boys were still gone.

No sooner than the thought crossed my mind did I hear the slight woosh of angel wings. I sat up again to see Castiel standing in the room.

“Right,” I thought to myself. “Forgot he would hear me and assume I was praying.”

“Actually,” he said, his rough voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “I didn’t assume, but you guys are my friends and I heard you ask for me, if not with the actual expectations for me to come. But I would’ve come as soon as I realized you were awake anyway.”

“Why?” I asked him as I pulled the blanket back and threw my legs off the side of the bed.

“Well, I was speaking with the Winchesters earlier and all Sam could think about was getting back here to you to take care of you while you were sick.” A blush quickly spread across my cheeks at the sound of his words. “Don’t be so surprised,” Cas says sitting on the other bed to face me. “Sam loves you, and that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Anyhow, you don’t seem sick to me. You seem just fine actually. Something in your body has definitely changed, but you aren’t sick.”

“Yeah, I tried to tell Sam I was fine, but he insisted I stay and get some rest. But thanks for coming to check up on me. It was great of you Cas.”

“Of course (Y/N). I’m an angel. We were put here to look over you guys for our father. It’s my duty to come to your aid.”

“Oh stop,” I scoffed. “Don’t get all noble. You care about me too, don’t you?” I teased, lightly kicking his right shin with the tip of my toes.

“Well of course I do.”

“Thank you.”

“So how are you feeling?” He asks.

“I’m fine now. I was a bit dizzy earlier today, vomited a little bit, but I’m fine now.”

“You were vomiting? But I thought you weren’t sick?”

“Well yeah, but I don’t get sick. It was probably some bad food.”

Cas looked at me quizzically, as if he were trying to piece something together. “Are you sure it’s not something else?” He asks. “Apparently you’d been a bit more on edge these past few weeks, you sure it’s nothing else?”

“Well, yeah what else could it be-” I stopped myself, remembering my dream. It’d been a random memory from a few weeks ago, but now that I thought about it, it didn’t seem quite as random. “Oh no,” I muttered.

“What is it?”

“Ugh, nothing. But do you think you could do a favor for me Cas?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Thanks,” I say before telling him my request.

“Of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With that, he disappeared before my eyes. I sat back down on the bed, not even realizing I’d stood up.

A/N Hey guys! So lemme know what you think, tell me if you’d like for me to continue, I wasn’t sure where to start or stop, so it’s a bit weird. I’d love feedback, preferably directly to me, so I can improve and I apologize for the crappy smut, I dont usually write it.

A/N Quick update, part 2 is completed and ready to read and you can find that here