Bucky’s wife is pregnant, it’s everything he could have ever wanted. But being an Avenger and a new father is one hell of an act to juggle. When panic sets in he can turn to Steve and his wife, but why did it look so easy with their twins? The late nights, the days gone, something are just worth it right? But like hell will Bucky let anything come between him and his family let alone let anything harm them in any way.
A/N: There is Blue Stick Crossover in this Series, so if you haven’t read The Blue Stick highly recommend it!!
i’m so fucking ready for this. those pictures, robert fearing the worst and learning the truth and hitting the bottle?
please give me vulnerable robert give me robert losing it give me robert unable to help his husband and breaking because of that (also give me a robert who bucks the fuck up and helps aaron instead of wallowing in self pity, give me a robert who fights to get his husband out, give me a robert who will literally do anything to help aaron)
(also side note; if liv finds out next week about the drugs and aarons still doing them by wednesday or robert doesn’t find out till next wednesday?? means aaron’s asked liv to not tell anyone or continues to do them which means he’s losing it too and lying to robert or omitting it and fucking robert can’t do anything and i’m fucking losing it)
//WARNING: LANGUAGE, FLUFF IF YOU WANT TO CALL IT THAT.//
“Jesus Christ, (name), what’s with you today?” Mr. Stark laughed at your altogether professional mood. You just smiled and laughed back.
“I just want to impress,” you lied. Really you were trying to get Bucky out of your head from yesterday. You had it together right now, but you knew you would be in trouble if you ran into him again.
“You already did, that’s why I hired you. Don’t be afraid to be yourself, we need more peppy around here.” Tony assured you, and you nodded. “Also - coffee please?”
“Okay. Be back soon, Mr. Stark-” you stopped when he glared at you playfully. “Tony. Be back soon, Tony.”
You laughed and hurried away. Today you had gone with flats, heels were a lot of trouble when you were running around the place in them all day. You could easily jog up and down the halls on errands for Mr. Stark - Tony - in them. No Bucky, no Bucky, no Bucky… fuck me! Bucky… your thoughts came to a stop when you saw the hunk sitting down at the table in the office kitchen. He looked up when you came in the room.
He was in a suit, and God, he looked handsome. His hair had been cut, it was short again, but he had left the stubble, which was good. You liked it. But what were you thinking? It didn’t matter what you thought about his stubble. You weren’t his girlfriend. “Hey, doll,”
You felt your panties wet after he called you doll. Of course, Bucky called everyone doll, but at the same time. “Hi, Bucky,” you prayed that you weren’t blushing, but you knew you were.
“See something you like?” He teased, winking at you before returning - or pretending - to return to the newspaper that he was obviously not interested in. You could tell he was checking out your ass in the tight pencil skirt you had picked for today. You had gone with a nice gray and yellow color scheme, and you knew this was one of your new favorite outfits.
“Buck - are you staring at me?” You finally mustered up the courage to ask.
“Maybe,” he admitted.
You blushed as you kept making Tony’s coffee. The Winter Soldier had just practically told you that he liked how your ass looked. Suddenly, arms slid around your waist and he came up from behind you.
“Uh… uh…” You wanted to fuck him right now, but of course you weren’t going to say that. So you just pretended to be uncomfortable in his embrace, although you felt so right.
“I was thinking, maybe during your lunch break today, you and I could go get lunch? How would that sound?”
“Uh - sure.”
“Awesome,” he pulled away and went back to sit down as if nothing had even happened.
Lunch break came, and you met up with Bucky in front of the office building. “Hi,” you said, blushing. “Uh - so - where are we going for lunch?”
“I don’t really know the area that much yet, I figured we’d kind of just walk around and see if we found something we liked. Honestly - I wasn’t expecting you to say yes,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck in that awkward/adorable way. “I haven’t gotten a girl since the 40′s.”
“Well, I’m honored,” you teased, elbowing him lightly. He ruffled your hair and laughed. His laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world. You took his arm and began to walk around.
You ended up settling down for lunch at a Panera Bread, where Buck fell in love with the idea and taste of soup in a sourdough bread bowl. You laughed at his amazed reaction. He had told you to order for him, since he had never been there before, so that’s what you had gotten him, and he loved it. “It’s bread - but a bowl - and soup!” He was freaking out with excitement. He took a bite and he closed his eyes and sighed. You fought to keep in a giggle. “I would date this soup.” He told you.
You almost let a look of disappointment cross your face. “But then again, I’d rather date you,” he winked at you and your face went red.
After lunch, you had gotten a text from Mr. Stark, saying: Something unexpected came up, going to be gone till tomorrow. You can have the rest of the day off. Have fun! And don’t overwork yourself, or I swear.
Damn, for an egomaniac, the guy was hella nice.
“Uh… apparently I have the rest of the day off,” you said to Bucky, who was walking next to you. He put his arm on your shoulder and pulled you closer, smiling.
“That’s great, doll! And… well… I don’t really have a job, but consider me on a day off, too,” he joked.
You laughed. “Why don’t we go to the park?” You suggested. Central Park wasn’t that far from where you were now, and it was a beautiful day, so Bucky agreed, and soon you reached the park.
“Wanna hot-dog?” He asked you as you came up to one of the hot-dog vendors.
“Bucky, the hell? We just had lunch,” you laughed at his confused expression.
“There is always room for a hot dog,” he said in a surprisingly serious tone. So he got his hot-dog and you sat down on a bench, across from some men your age. They were checking you out and one even went as far as to whistle. However, you just ignored him and looked up at Buck, who looked pretty fucking mad.
He was giving the boys a glare that could cut right through a person. “Uh… Bucky, something wrong?”
“Those boys keep eyeing you.” He stated.
He looked at you, surprised. “And you’re not bothered about it?”
“Uh… no, not really. I mean, I don’t like the way they’re staring at my breasts, but if I ignore them, they’ll go away, right?”
He scowled, then sighed and let his face soften when he looked at you. “Doll, that isn’t okay. I’m the only one who gets to look at you like that, alright?”
You looked at him, shocked. He winked at you playfully and then got up to walk over to the boys, who’s expressions got a bit scared when they saw him coming. They stayed there, however. You watched, making sure Bucky wasn’t about to snap their necks and throw them into the depths of hell, because he looked like he was.
He had been wearing a long sleeved tux and white gloves the entire time, and you watched as he pulled the one on the left arm off. You burst out into laughter as one of the boys screamed like a fucking girl and ran off, tripping over himself as he did so. The other guys ran off, leaving him behind.
You saw Bucky sigh contentedly before sliding on his glove again and coming over to you, smiling.
“B - Bucky, what the f - fuck did you tell them?!” You asked, shaking with laughter.
“I told them that I could kill a man with my bare hands, and they said they didn’t believe me, so I showed them my metal hand. I think that’s when they realized who I was and… voila!”
You didn’t say anything as you grabbed his hand and started walking out of the park. “What the hell are you doing?”
You stopped and turned to him. You motioned for him to lean down so you could whisper in his ear. “We’re going to my apartment. I want to thank you for doing that,” you said.
He got the message, and you both hurried to your apartment, eager to start.
A Long Winter : Here is the horrible truth of it, cover to cover: for as long as Steve can remember, the entire universe began and ended with James Buchanan Barnes. It spun on the axis of them. But then James Buchanan Barnes fell miles into a frozen ravine, and the universe, in an act of unspeakable cruelty, kept on spinning.
We Did Not Make Ourselves by M_Leigh : It is like steel, the determination inside of you that tells you you will achieve this, that you will find him. Nothing will stop you. You are two sides of the same coin, you and he: he cannot escape you forever.
20th Century Limitedby Speranza : “Where am I? Where is this?” and he was in Brooklyn, he was on a beach, the train was shaking around him. He was in the plane, ice splintering up onto the windshield. He was in a tank, tubes trailing from his face, from his groin. Christ, he was cold. There was still ice on his fingers. He was in the Grand Canyon. He was in Times Square. This couldn’t be Times Square. Where the hell was this? “Tell me! Where am I, who are you, where's—” —Bucky?”
Sparked Up Like A Book Of Matches by Sena : “Window dressing,” Steve says, gazing up at the ceiling of Tony’s lab. It’s rotating gently. Or maybe he’s rotating. Or maybe he’s imagining it. The cement floor is the most comfortable thing he’s ever lain on. Tony leans across the counter and looks down at him. He says, “Interesting.” Steve waves his hand and says, “Wanted to make a difference and what was I? Window dressing. Nothing but hot air. So much bullshit.”
Lonely Houses Off The Road by Etharei : Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It’s somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that’s emotion right there, which means there’s still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. “Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed.” “Wait.” Sam narrows his eyes. “Is this some kind of… report? Debriefing?” “Mission report,” confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.
Rehabilitatedby sterlingsuspenders : Stark’s press release calls him “rehabilitated,” but Bucky doesn’t feel rehabilitated at all. He feels like a feral animal on a short leash. He feels like gnawing his own leg off.
Fun fact if you write “(character) thought they were asexual, until they met the one person who changed that” fanfiction you have to give the nearest asexual person twenty bucks per chapter sorry I don’t make the rules.
Also if you claim the character is (name)-sexual you have to pay every demisexual person that reads it 20 bucks per use of the word.
Is Beautiful Silver Lady's hair considered sufficiently feminine in Alderode?
Definitely not, and she doesn’t care. These are all people who are bucking their governments. They’re giving money and aid to the dissident Black Tongues. You are not going to find statists or cultural purists here :) This is a room full of people that Vienne Quigley would congratulate, and Duane Adelier would eviscerate.
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Forks was a lot different than your old town…A lot smaller, which meant that is offered way less for you to do. So you often found yourself at La Push beach, since it was the only thing that reminded you of home. The beach was often empty, so it was a surprise it see someone else there. The boy looked around your age, his skin tan, and dripping, indicating that he had just got out of the water.
His hair was cut short, but it was his face that struck you, or rather, his expression. He looked angry, or disappointed, you couldn’t make it out from where you were standing. Taking a small step, you cringed when you heard a twig snap beneath your foot. The boy’s head shot up, his eyes darting to you, and as soon as his gaze found your own, you felt like you were almost in a trance.
“Who are you?” He spoke, though his voice was not as harsh as you expected it to be.
“Y/N…I’m new to Forks” You replied, finally breaking free of the trance, and making your way down to him.
“Who are you?” You asked with a smile.
“It’s nice to meet you Paul”
You were more than happy to find out that the connection you had with Paul was not just one sided, and in fact, much deeper than you expected. Shock was your main emotion when Paul told you about his pack, and about the cold ones. Awestruck was the emotion when he first phased in front of you, though he would only do it when he knew that Sam and Jacob were there in case things turned bad. He had warned you that when he phased, he didn’t always have control over himself, explaining about what happened to Emily.
But when he phased, you never saw a beast, you simply saw your Paul, and for that he was always thankful. Since you and Paul had become an item, he had introduced you to everyone, even the elders who embarrassed you with open arms. He told you about the Cullens, how even though at first no one in the pack trusted them, they soon became allies. He told of the battle that had been fought over Bella Swan’s child, and how they had joined forces to stop it.
You had yet to meet any of the vampires, but you figured it wouldn’t be long, after all, Forks was a small town. Tonight was a typical night in La Push, Paul and the boys had invited you to a bonfire on the beach, and you happily accepted, wanting any reason to see your “wolfy” as you called him.
“Oh come on guys knock it off” Seth teased, tossing a small stick over towards the two of you. The others laughed as you and Paul stopped your makeout session.
“You’re just jealous” Paul laughed, tossing the stick back to Seth.
“No I just wanna keep my lunch” He laughed back.
“So what are we doing tonight?” You asked, to which everyone simply shrugged.
“You got any ideas?” Jacob asked, you thought for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips before you stood.
“I’ll give ten bucks to the first one who finds me!” You yelled, quickly sprinting off towards the woods.
“Easiest ten bucks I’ve ever made” Quil stated, taking off after you, followed by the others. You knew it wouldn’t take long for them to find you, after all, you just started up a game of fetch with five wolves. Taking multiple turns, you tried to lose them, taking off your jacket and hanging it on a tree before heading in a different direction. Your legs started to burn as you ran, glancing over your shoulder to see if anyone was catching up. But when you turned back around, you found yourself running into something, or rather, someone.
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” You apologized quickly getting up and helping the person, it was a girl with the most beautiful pale skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight, her hair was a dark reddish brown, and she looked like she just climbed off the cover of a fashion magazine…But it was her eyes that caught you, they were a golden color, something you had heard stories about.
“It’s ok, I wasn’t watching where I was going, I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked looking at you.
“N-No I’m fine” You replied, unsure of what to do. Paul had told you that the Cullens were the only ones with golden eyes, and they were that way simply because they didn’t drink human blood.
“You’re a Cullen correct?” You asked suddenly, the girl looked shocked, before nodding.
“How do you know that?” She asked.
“You’re eyes” You smiled, the lack of fear you showed caused the woman to relax a bit.
“Oh” She laughed, before you heard a little girl’s voice.
“Who’s this mommy?” the girl asked, her beauty was equal to her mothers, and in that moment you realized why they always said vampires were dangerous, their beauty was enough the lure even the strongest man in.
“Oh right, I’m Y/N” you replied, smiling at the two.
“I’m Renesmee” The little girl replied with a smile of her own.
“Bella” Her mother spoke.
“So you’re Bella, I have heard a lot about you” You told her.
“I’m not surprised Jacob had told you the stories” She laughed
“How did you?…Oh..Right..The smell” you laughed, looking at your clothes as if you could see what she smelled on you.
“Wolves are easy for us to smell” Renesmee replied, just as you heard leaves crunch behind you, spinning around, you were met with the dark eyes of your boyfriend.
“Whelp, looks like I owe you ten bucks” you laughed.
“Nice try” he stated, holding up your jacket.
“I figured it would throw you guys off for a little bit” you laughed.
“She’s a fast learner” Bella stated, motioning to the jacket that Paul had placed over your shoulders before kissing your head.
“This isn’t the first time she’s tried the trick though” he stated.
“Hey Bella” You heard Seth’s voice ring out, turning to see him emerge from the woods, soon followed by the others.
“Jacob!” Renesmee yelled, running to the boy, who happily scooped her up. That situation was a bit strange for you at first, finding out that Jacob’s imprint was a child, but after Paul explained it all to you, you had gotten used to it.
“Do you guys wanna join us at the bonfire?” You suggested, looking at Bella, who in turn looked over at Renesmee and Jacob.
“Sure” she smiled, as you all turned and made your way back to the beach.
overwhelmingly involved with every aspect of the country that he’s allowed to be involved in, like he’s the prince but it’s rumored he does even more work than the king himself
according to the house staff, he stays up till ungodly hours sketching up plans and reading through research and files and letters and even when he’s trying to calculate amounts of money spent on this or that the servants will be like “we can let someone else handle that young prince!!” but he refuses to let anyone else do it. he feels like its his sense of duty to know everything he can about his country in order to better it
he’s brash and straightforward, which can come of rude so a lot of people respect him but also fear him
he’s always telling the king not to listen to his head advisor, to listen to him instead and everyones like …he’s just a kid he knows nothing….but prince!woozi is present at every royal council meeting and is always slamming down the other people who give false info/try to make a quick buck off the backs of the hardworking citizens like prince!woozi does NOT stand for taking the easy road
whenever he goes into two people regard him with extreme politeness and even sometimes cower in his presence which actually kind of hurts him because he doesn’t want them to be scared, but it’s better for him to keep a straight face because at least then people will start taking him seriously
wears mostly suits, doesn’t like wearing his crown because he doesn’t believe he’s earned it yet, also …. suspenders;
see you’ve known the prince since you were young because you’re the child of one of the wealthy merchants on the royal council and you’ve absolutely loathed him since forever because you think he’s snobbish and keeps sticking his nose into royal affairs and even if he’s the prince?? like why does he think he can speak over your father at the board meetings?? (but uve only ever heard of him,, never seen him b4)
so oneday theres are big get togethers and the council is to bring their family so everyone is there and the kids are forced to be in the same room and thats when u see the prince for the first time…
and tbh you’re already rolling your eyes at him walking around and trying to talk big about what he claims is best for the country and he finally sees u and is like “did you roll your eyes at me?” and you’re like “my father told me you have no clue what you’re talking about” and you two get into a heated debate over like ?? the countries politics and it gets to a point where everyones watching and like a close friend of yours by the name of hoshi whose also the child of someone on the council runs over and pulls you and woozi apart
hoshi’s like!!!! he’s the prince, just let him do his thing and you’re like !!! he thinks he’s ALL that like does he even do his research???
and hoshi’s whose also good friends with the prince is like yeah he does,,,and ur free to disagree with him but dont cause a scene !!
you look over and prince!woozi is still looking at you with narrowed eyes and you’re like “it’s unfair that just because he’s the prince I have to watch what i say around him” and hoshi just sighs like listen
but its too late prince!woozi is back over to you like “it’s not because im the prince it’s because im righ-” and you’re like “oh really??? source?? and you two just argue the rest of the night and hoshi sighs and gives up like oh my god these 2 are 2 headstrong for me
you leave that party just gushing over how much of a showoff you think the prince is but ur like w/e at least i dont have to see him anymore like he’s a littLE cuter then u expected but that doesnt mean anything and i totally didnt just say that whatever he’s ………….dum …….b
but a week later youre hanging out with hoshi before like piano lessons and hoshi’s like “the prince told me he wants to see you again” and youre like wHAT and hoshi’s like “yeah i saw him out in the town buying more books or something he said he wants to talk to you about what happened and that you should go up to the castle at some point” and ur like “hoshi, dont play pranks on me” but hoshi just shrugs and pulls out this fancy letter looking thing and he’s like “here the prince said you have to use this to get in” and you’re like oh my god this is for real
so you think about going but youre like we’re just gonna fight???? right??? so you’re like nvm……but then your father comes home from a council meeting and is like “the prince requested you see him. you have to go”
and so you end up in the royal library standing beside the prince and u have ur arms crossed and prince!woozi is like “listen..” and youre like “can you hurry up??? i have places to be??” and he’s like “DO YOU ThINk I WANNA DO THIS TOO???” and you’re like “YOU INVITED ME!!!” and hes like “BECAUSE HOSHI SAID YOU WANTED TO COME AND APOLOGIZE” and youre like WHy WouLD I EVBER waNT TO APOLOGIZE 2 U and once again you two end up yelling at each other and at some point neither of you is saying anything
and prince!woozi is running his fingers through his hair and your like out of breath from yelling and you’re both red in the face and once you make eye contact youre just like
oh no wait
why does he look so good
oh my god his hair is messy because he kept slicking it back…
and you’re just like NO!!!DONT THINKTHAT!!!! but your heart is beating and your face isn’t red from just yelling anymore and the prince is just fixated on you and suddenly idk how you two are just getting closer and closer and you dont notice but prince!woozi is just as nervous he keeps swallowing and biting back his lip but you guys are like inches apart and oh god you’re about to kiss the annoying prince
BUT a servant accidentally slams the door open with a tray full of sweets and you and woozi jump apart and the servant apologizes before leaving the food and you and the prince CANNOT EVEN LOOK AT EACH OTHER
like how the heck did u two go from arguing to almost making out and honestly youre like i gtg and he’s like not even responding he’s just like frozen and u run the heck out of there
a couple days later u see hoshi again for piano lessons and u almost like strangle him for pulling that prank on u and hoshi’s like listen!! ive known the prince since i was young too and he’s not bad,,, u guys have a lot in common and ur like oh really like whAT?? and hoshi’s like “did u know that he composes?? he sings??? he writes songs and loves music like you!! he’s also stubborn but like he wants the best for people like YOU and get this: i heard him call u cute at one point JUST SAYIN” and ur like…………..hoshi…………stop…..and hoshi’s like “nah i promise on my life this time!!”
and tbh you cant stop thinking about the prince and ur so upset because u dont know what to think of him like sure he keeps cutting ur dad off at the council meetings but when u sit down and think about it….like his points make sense and u didnt know he made music….that sounds nice…..and yeah he is CUTE TOO IN HIS SUITS AND UR JUST LIKE i cant believe im falling 4 this ….. prince……
BUT lil did u know woozi is also in turmoil like?? i fought with them and argued but also theyre so ??? attractive and he just ends up calling hoshi for help
you also at some point ask hoshi for help and hoshi is just like THIS IS PERFECT
and so hoshi, being the great matchmaker he is, somehow gets u back into the palace probably like u came with ur dad for a council meeting and u see the prince and ur like……………..
and prince!woozi is also like …………
but u two cant just be like that so finally u go over and ur like “um….” and he’s like “….im not as bad as you think like we just fight all the time but….” and ur like “i know…hoshi told me u even like music like me which is cool…” and his eyes light up and ur like ? and he’s like “i love music, but there are more important things like economy to focus on so…..” and u notice for the first time how weak his voice gets and ur like….
what if he’s just a kid who never got to pursue what he really loved because he felt so committed to his country?? and suddenly u feel bad and ur like “if u want…u can come to me and hoshi’s piano lessons…i mean ur the prince so u could probably hire someone better t oteach you but-”
but he’s like “really? id love to….i….have composed some songs over the years i wonder if we could play them..” and ur like ….omg sure id love to hear them
and u two smile at each other for the first time and then turn away blushing like crazy because oh god that was so cheesy god g OD
before he goes into the council meeting, prince!woozi turns to you and sorta goes “ur not so bad…you know?” and ur like “HEY im the one whose supposed to say that!!!” and u two laugh
somewhere hoshi is just sitting with a grin on his face like “ah, another perfect couple matched!” idk but imagine hoshi is like a magical matchmaker in this au to he hooked u up with a prince good shit amiright
(bonus: prince!woozi starts composing a song about u in secret hehe)
A/N - I was asked by one of my favorite people @mullinhore to write a story about Steve based on the song Colors By April Smith (Which is one of the cutest songs I have ever heard! Seriously go listen to it!) I will be doing this in two parts. Part one is modern day and part two will be 1940′s Steve. I hope you enjoy it!!!
I’ll wear your colors my dear
Until you’re standing right here
Next to the one who adores you
Whose heart is beating for you
Like a lighthouse guides a shipwrecked sailor safely from the sea
I’ll wear your colors til you come back home to me
Y/N was one of the team’s medics and the first time
Steve Rogers was under her care, he was a complete mess. She had to stitch up
multiple cuts and treat quite a few injuries on his tattered body. However,
even threw all of his pain, he managed to flash her the most beautiful smile
she had ever seen in her life. They flirted back and forth, and she thought
that he was going to ask her out, but then he left and didn’t even ask her what
her first name was. She was disappointed out about the situation but quickly
pushed Steve Rogers out of her mind.
((so one of the drone say that we are near there hive' territory but we are not near our home (I don't see snow anywhere) but this place doesn't look like the place of equestria I know...)) ~~C. Noir Bite~~ ((I'm not letting you away for insulting me you bucking sh...)) ~~CobraSsss~~ (( Who give a shit!)) So does anypon... Anyling can tell us (not specifically) were your hive is situated in comparation of equestria? ~~C. Noir Bite~~
“Please try to not speak at the same time, it makes you hard to understand. And I will not give you the location of the Hive, that would be stupid.”
yo so i am all about bisexual!bucky but. sometimes i really wish there was more gay!bucky stuff. like.
give me a bucky who has known forever that he’s gay af. give me a bucky who goes with girls to cover up the fact that the men down on the docks make his mouth dry. give me a bucky who cultivates a womanizer image so he never has to stay with one girl for too long. give me a bucky who’s a twisted ball of self-loathing because society says he’s sick, wrong, disgusting. give me a bucky who falls head over heels for his best friend and resigns himself to never saying a goddamn word about it because steve isn’t “wrong like him.” give me a bucky who hates how much he loves men.
give me a bucky who, when he regains his autonomy in the 21st century, discovers that he could go out today and marry his best friend anywhere in the country. give me a bucky who breaks down in tears at that news because this crushing weight of self-hatred is finally lifted. give me a bucky who then, finally, has enough courage to tell his best friend that he’ll “never marry a dame, steve. you okay with that?” give me a bucky who is shocked to learn his best friend likes men too (“gender’s not really important to me, buck.”) give me a bucky who finds out that his best friend had other secrets of his own (“how long?” “for as long as i can remember, buck” “but…why me? why didn’t you say something?” “same reason you never said anything, I’d wager.”)
give me a bucky who marries his best friend in their old neighborhood, trying and failing not to cry during the ceremony because this? this is something beyond even his wildest dreams.
How about a game? We could tease each other and see who is the first to give in. I bet you 5 bucks that it would be you *smirks* We both know I'm good at this. Well except for my birthday when you decided to tease me in front of the guys at dinner and I had to drag you in the bathroom-💝
He couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fond memory of you losing control. “I bet you’d lose this time too, Jagi.” He replied teasingly, his hands already running up and down your Body.
“besides making it through the door with just two seconds to spare before my final started, plus the fact i was guilt tripped into giving a homeless guy twenty bucks who refused to move from my car in the parking lot until i did so — oh, and last but not least, how i was woken up this morning by two of tau beta’s pledges fist fighting on the stairway.. i’d say the first few days of finals haven’t been all that bad. how’re your exams going for you? tell me you’re having better luck.”
Warnings: Angst, Graphic depictions of injuries, Violence, Major character death(s), Language
A/N: Written for @kittenofdoomage ‘s Classic Movie Quote Challenge. My quote was “There’s no crying in baseball!” (A League of Their Own, 1992). Also written for @loveitsallineed ‘s 1k follower celebration challenge. My song was “Where Do We Go From Here” by Ruelle. Changed the POV of the second part. It just felt better.
A/N #2: This could be considered pretty graphic to some. If you’re easily disturbed don’t read it.
woke up with Dean’s hand firmly gripping yours, a dull throb in your arm where
the Mark of Cain was now burned into it. Dean’s other hand was caressing your
face, just sitting there waiting for you to wake up. “I know you’re awake.”
Dean mumbled. “You’re breathing again. Open your eyes, Y/N.”
You fluttered your eyes open and smiled up at him, noticing him flinch at your
new pair of shiny, black eyes. “What? Black’s not my color?”
actually worked.” Dean let out the breath he’d been holding and grabbed you,
pulling you up and crushing you against his body. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
You wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his scent. It was an odd phenomenon.
You absolutely did not give a fuck about anything, and it was the most freeing feeling
you’d ever felt. Except Dean. You still had every human feeling you’d ever felt
you it would, baby.” You purred in his ear, rubbing your hands up and down his
back. “It’s OK. I’m back now and they’re all dead.”