#& i fully woke up freaked out & my heart was pounding so hard in my chest & i couldn’t get it to stop

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Only Us - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is for @slytherinsunrise ‘s 1k writing challenge! I’m using the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen because it makes my heart go 🥺❤️Congrats on 1k, lovely!! I hope you like it 🧚🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3k 

Warnings: Mentions of the war, PTSD, angst, non-linear healing, alcohol consumption, hurt/comfort

A/N: The tags make it sound really sad but I promise if you stick with it, it gets better!! Also, listening to the song while reading is: a good idea. 

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The war may have ended, but for Fred, healing was nowhere in sight. 

The nightmares were getting consistently worse. Each night he would jolt awake, sweat coating his forehead and clammy hands grasping for any sort of confirmation that he was fine, George was fine, everyone was safe. It was getting to a point where he could barely reach eight hours of sleep a week, and he could tell it was affecting him in everything he did.

His friends and family constantly sent concerned glances his way, taking note of the bruised color his eye bags were sporting, the shake in his hand, and the heaviness he always seemed to drag along with him. 

“I’m worried for you, mate.” George said one morning, as he found his twin staring blankly at the-by then cold-cup of tea clutched in his hands. He could tell that Fred had been up long before the sun rose, “I think you need a break, a change of scenery, anything really.” 

“I haven’t gotten the faintest idea where I could go, though,” Replied Fred.  

“Think about it,” George urged, but said nothing else on the matter. He settled instead on the rest of his plans for today. 

Instead of taking his twin’s advice, Fred took his twin’s advice. 

He figured since he wasn’t going to be able to get hours in to sleep, might as well use them to numb his pain. A change of scenery was what his twin had recommended after all. Often, he would find himself sneaking out of the flat above the shop, once he knew George was fast asleep, and apparating to the nearest muggle club. 

Something about the reckless atmosphere, the knowledge that all of these people knew nothing of the war that ravaged so many lives, called out to Fred. Here, he could be whoever he wanted to be. He wasn’t some insomniac war-hero with anxiety, he was just Fred. 

Clear the slate and start over

The bass pounding in his ears, sending jolts through his body as he waded through the crowded dance floor, bright flashing lights distorting the faces of the bodies around him, Fred felt more free than he had in a long time. 

His mind was numb, almost empty. It was much too loud and too packed for him to think about anything else except the beat of the music and the heat of the crowd. 

When his thirst became too much, he made his way to the equally crowded bar, signalling the bartender and slapping down some muggle money he had stashed away in his pocket. Something, or rather someone, caught his eye as he reached for whatever was placed in front of him, and all of a sudden his drink and his parched throat were forgotten. 

Y/N. 

Standing at the far corner of the bar, away from the crowd, you stood nursing your drink and swaying slightly to the music. 

You had been in his year when he was at school and you were partners in a few projects, but he hadn't heard from you since he and George left Hogwarts with a bang. He was so entranced with the sight of you, seemingly glowing in the pulsing light, that he almost didn’t notice the jagged scars running down from your temple to your pulse point when you turned his way. 

Without thinking, he made his way towards you. It was almost like a scene from those muggle movies Hermione went on about, the way your eyes locked and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost in time with the beats of the music.

“Fred Weasley, as I live and breathe!” You exclaimed once he was near enough to hear you, throwing your arms up and wrapping him in a tight hug. 

“Y/N,” He said, eyes dancing with amusement at your enthusiasm which was clearly because of the liquor running through your veins, “It’s been too long.” 

“It has,” You agreed with a smile, “Now what’re you doing all the way here in the muggle world? I’ve heard you’ve got yourself a pretty successful joke shop.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that you caught his attempt at escapism, “Just needed a breather, and what better way to do that in a muggle club? Perfect place to go when I don’t want to know anyone and I don’t want anyone to know me.”

 “Oh I’m sorry! Did you want to be alone? I can sod off, I don’t mind.” You rushed out, going to gather your things and move so that he could have some privacy.

 “Don’t be daft,” He chuckled, putting his drink down and taking a seat next to you, “I was the one who approached you, wasn’t I? Reckon it would be nice to have a chat with an old friend.”

 You quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t argue, it was nice to see a familiar face after escaping the wizarding world for so long.

 “Alright then, Weasley.” You smiled, looking into his eyes. 

 After that night, Fred couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind. You had changed since he last saw you in school, well, the war had changed everyone, but still he was intrigued. He didn’t mention anything about the scars on your face and you didn’t speak a word about the bags under his eyes or the tremble of his hands. When you were together, it was just the two of you, everything else seemed to just fade into the background. 

 He asked for your owl address and suddenly, you two were exchanging letters daily. You told him how you worked in the muggle world, taking a break from most things magical in an attempt to clear your head from everything that went down in the war. In return, he told you about his near death experience and how it affected him in his everyday life. 

 George took notice of his twin’s change in demeanour. He could tell that the nightmares still plagued him and sometimes sleep still evaded him, but now it seemed like Fred had a skip in his step. The light in his eyes that faded the day he woke up in the hospital bed was slowly starting to filter back in. 

 You often found yourself smiling giddily to yourself whenever the twins’ large barn owl tapped at your window. These letters from Fred were slowly becoming the highlight of your day. Something about them was just so raw, so real, that you couldn’t help but pour your deepest thoughts and feelings into a parchment in reply. 

 Soon, letters turned into coffee dates and surprise appearances at your job to take you out to lunch. Your days were filled with unending laughter and the pit in your stomach was slowly easing up. 

 The first time Fred kissed you, you were outside the door to your flat. He wore a slightly bashful expression and a blush slowly creeped up his neck. The kiss was sweet and soft and everything you were searching for after the war. You invited him inside after that.  The night was filled with a steady flow of kisses shared on the couch and whispered words of admiration and acceptance. 

 Try to quiet the noises in your head

 “Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll never be the person I used to be,” Fred spoke up one night as you were wrapped in his arms and he trailed soft touches along your arm. It was a peaceful evening, the both of you content with basking in the presence of the other. 

 You shifted slightly in his arms to get a better look at him. His gaze was unfocused, “What do you mean?” 

 “The war took so much from me and everyone I love,” He elaborated, “I used to be so reckless, act first think later. My main goal in life was to make people laugh, to bring happiness to their days. Now I don’t know if I can ever fully be happy myself. It’s hard when the nightmares and the anxiety are holding me back.” 

 You took a deep breath, “Do you know how I got these scars?” 

 His eyes shifted towards you, running along the white and slightly puckered flesh along the side of your face. He shook his head, no. It hadn’t been a topic he wanted to bring up in fear of offending you, and you hadn’t really acknowledged them either. 

 “I’m muggleborn. The war was tough when basically the whole world was trying to track you down and take you away,” He hummed in agreement, knowing first hand what it felt like to go into hiding, not knowing what the next day would bring, “Greyback and his group found me eventually.” 

 Fred sucked in a breath at the mention of the werewolf, but you shook your head with a small smile gracing your lips, “I’m tough. I got away as quickly as I could, but not before he gave me these to remember him by.” 

 In a flash, Fred had pulled you on top of him, making sure to wrap his arms securely around you. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement, but made no move to escape his grasp. He peppered kisses all along your scars, not leaving one inch of the skin uncovered. 

 You sighed contentedly when he finished, leaning your head against his chest, “The war changed all of us, simple as that. I don’t think we’ll ever be the same people we were before. I still get freaked out when I have to sleep alone at night, and I tend to double and triple check if all the locks and wards are in place, but when I’m with you everything seems to melt away.” 

 The silence was so deafening that you were afraid that he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. You had never really voiced any of these concerns outloud before, and you were afraid that you’d said too much. 

 “The only times I’ve ever been able to quiet my mind after the war are when I’m with you.” He says this so factually, but so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “I can see a future with you, and I haven’t been able to see a future for myself in a long time.” 

 The two of you lapsed into silence, taking comfort in the presence of the other, and no other words needed to be said. 

 You don't have to be scared you're not enough

'Cause what we've got going is good

 Slowly, things seemed to fall into place. Fred began enjoying once again the creative process that the shop demanded, throwing himself into collaborative work with his twin. You were getting more and more confident integrating magic and the wizarding world back into your life. Of course, you still loved your muggle job but you had missed the thrill and ease that the magical world brought into your life. 

 A routine formed between the two of you as well, slowly incorporating more and more time spent together until you finally decided to move in together. 

 The first time you had woken up because of a garbled shout, your heart almost burst out of your chest. You hadn’t realized you were reaching for your wand until you saw the culprit of the sound. Fred was sat up beside you and you could see his silhouette running a hand through his hair.

 You were quick to notice his stuttering breath and the sheen of sweat coating his forehead. Silently, you sat up and shuffled closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a shadow on his face, but you could see the gears turning in his head. 

 “I’m sorry,” He muttered after long minutes of silence.

 “You have nothing to apologize for,” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

 “I just feel like they’re never going to leave me alone, the nightmares,” You heard him mumble, “And I don’t wanna drag you through this shit with me.” 

 You snake your arms around him, pulling him to you with his head resting on your chest and beginning to rake your fingers through his hair before speaking again, “You’re not making me do anything love. I’m here, you’re okay, we’re okay, and that’s all that needs to matter right now. We’re in this together, remember?” 

 “Together,” He echoed, burying his face in your chest and taking all the reassurance he could get from your body so close to his. 

 The next time you panic as the sun sets and your flat turns dark, he’s there to hold your hand  and reassure you that he’s there and you’re safe. He lets you double and triple check all the windows and doors, and presses a mug of calming tea into your hands when you’ve tired yourself out. 

 You’re found curled up on the couch, grasping the warmth that the cup of tea provides, and he drapes a blanket over your chilly legs. 

 “C’mon then, make some room for me,” He says gently, and you scoot over enough for him to take a seat beside you.

 “Sorry,” You murmur, still clutching at your mug of tea, eyes slightly glazed over, “I know it’s a lot to deal with when I get like this.” 

 “Nonsense, love,” He says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “If I get to wake you up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, then you have all the right to make sure we’re safe before we settle in for the night.” 

 The two of you sit in silence, Fred’s calming presence slowly easing you out of your stupor and your heart begins to slow. That night, he carries you up to bed and tucks you in once he notices that your eyes have shut and your breath evens out on the couch. 

 You learn each other’s ins and outs, what makes him tick and what makes you laugh. It’s a slow process, but you could see a light at the end of the tunnel. 

 The war and all of its casualties begin to seem further and further away, the more the both of you learn to live with your own demons and eventually let them go. 

 You and me

That's all that we need it to be

And the rest of the world falls away

 “Oi! If it isn’t the bird that’s caught my brother’s fancy!” 

 A smile stretched across your face as you entered the brightly colored shop and heard the familiar baritone of your boyfriend’s twin. You heard him before you saw him, up on the second floor, leaning against the banister with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

 “Hey George,” You called up to him, “Fred in?” 

 “Of course you’re only concerned about dear old Freddie, got no time for a chat for little old me?” He teased, making his way down to you and giving you a friendly embrace.

 You laughed lightly as you returned the gesture, “I’ll always have time for you George, but your brother’s supposed to be on his lunch break right now and I wanted to try that new restaurant that’s opened up down the street.” 

 “Oi, Freddie! Your bird’s here to whisk you away from doing any actual work around here!” He called out, which made you laugh even harder, and then turned to face you again, “Don’t forget, because mum won’t let me hear the end of it if you do, but you’re invited to lunch this Sunday! The whole family’s excited to meet you.” 

 You nodded your head just as Fred poked his head out of the door leading to the back office, “Here already love? Give me a mo’ and I’ll be right out.” 

 -

 The moment your feet touched the ground outside of The Burrow on Sunday, your heart began to race. The unique house, held up by mostly magic no doubt, seemed to loom over the pair of you, and suddenly all your fears came rushing back.

 It was a gorgeous day out, the fields surrounding the house seemed to glow in the sunlight. Laughter and conversation flowed through the open windows, and you could see glimpses of silhouettes moving around inside, but you were suddenly unable to take a step forward. 

 Fred was absolutely beaming beside you, it was the first time he had been back at the Burrow since he met you, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to everyone. They had all been curious about the girl who was able to get him out of his rut and teach him how to live again.

 He noticed your hesitation though, and gently took your hand. 

 “You alright love?” He asked, rich brown eyes locking with yours. 

 “Just nervous,” You admitted, “Don’t know how they’re going to feel about me when they take a look at my face and see that I’m literally and figuratively scarred.” 

 These insecurities had plagued your mind the duration of the week leading up this moment. Fred was loving and kind and looked past all of your imperfections, but old habits die hard and they rear their ugly heads at just the right moment. 

 As if he could read your mind, he took your face gently in his hands, thumbs gliding over skin and reassuring you with his gaze, “I love you, and my family will love you too. We’re in this together, remember? You and me.” 

 Just like when you had first reencountered each other at the dimly lit club, the whole world seemed to fade around you and you leaned into his touch. Here was the man who held your heart in his hands, who bared his soul out to you and learned how to heal with you. Nothing could get in the way of how deeply you felt for him. 

 You took a shuddering breath and nodded your head. It would be okay. You were with Fred, and he was all you needed. 

 Grateful for the most beautiful soul in front of you, you pressed a sweet kiss on his lips, “I love you too. Together.”

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[softboywriting]

Can’t Hurry Love | Peter Mendes

Summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years and one day you wake up to realize you’ve fallen for him. When he finds out you’ve never been kissed, he decides to offer himself up as practice. One thing leads to another and well, maybe you’re meant to be more than friends. [friends to lovers] [first kiss]

Word Count: 2k

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No one tells you that falling in love with your best friend is the most terrifying feeling and simultaneously the best and most freeing relief. You don't know when it happened, what changed in you. You don't know why it happened. There is no pin pointing the moment you realized that your best friend Peter is the only person you want to share your life with. There wasn't a dynamic shift, a romantic gesture, a heart felt confession of love. Nothing. One day you woke up and met him at the end of the block to catch your bus to the college campus and your heart did a little flip flop when you saw him.

Perhaps you had been dreaming that night and you don't remember. That was your initial explanation for your new found feelings. You know, those temporary feelings that come with a dream about someone. It has happened before, not with Peter, but with other friends, crushes, random strangers you met in classes. But the feelings never went away, they became more insistent and every touch, every joke, every gesture became more than just a friendly feeling. They became soul crushing, heart clenching emotional moments that you replayed in your head every night before sleeping.

So here you are, three months later, walking up to Peter's house with your friend Haley. It's been hell, living with this secret and you've only told Haley about it. You're here for a party that Peter's brothers are throwing. They are going to the college hockey championships. It's a big deal around here. You brought Haley since she is absolutely gaga for Raul and she's been begging you to get her in with him since his last break up. She will be a good fit, and a far better girlfriend than any of the other girls Raul has dated. That is, if Haley can hit it off with him.

The moment you get in the front door the house is packed with people. Wall to wall partying. You part from Haley as she wanders into the kitchen and you head up the stairs. You know just where Peter's room is, you've only been here a couple thousand times since you were thirteen. Up the stairs, to the right, across the guest room and up the stairs in the closet to Peter's room in the attic. Could he have the guest room as his bedroom? Sure. But where's the fun in that? The attic is bigger and way more private.

You push open the door at the top of the stairs and you're hit with a gust of cold air. Typical. The balcony doors on the far side of the room don't latch properly because the frame broke years ago. He's gotten used to the freezing cold room in the winter, it's nothing new. He has a heater, a desk top thing he got online but it doesn't do much.

"You're here!" Peter cheers and gets up from his desk, discarding his console controller on the seat. "I've been wondering when you'd show up."

"Sorry, I was late because Haley was getting ready." You sigh softly. "She really wants to hit it off with Raul."

Peter chuckles. "Is she pretty?"

"Yeah of course. It's Haley. You remember? Blonde, short, great clothes."

"Oh! Yeah. She's going to school for fashion design right? Yeah she's cute, way nicer than his last girlfriend. Raul will probably like her. Did you introduce them?"

"No, I ditched her and came up here. She knows how to flirt."

Peter laughs. "You're so mean."

You shrug. "I don't like parties and I'm not playing matchmaker."

"I know." He puts his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the massive beanbag chair at the end of his bed. "I have my own bottle of whiskey. We can have our own party. Its even the apple kind."

You sink down into the soft beanbag and he drops next to you, reaching for said bottle on the bookshelf beside it. You haven't drank together since the feelings started, and you know it's a bad idea to start.

"You want to play never have I ever?"

"Uh, sure. But I know basically everything about you?"

"Not everything."

"Yeah okay." You laugh and he puts his legs over yours. "Alright, never have I ever accidentally stolen something."

Peter takes a drink from the bottle and grimaces. "That's not fair. You know it haunts me."

You smirk. "Well, I told you I know everything."

"Alright fine. Never have I ever had a first kiss." He drinks and passes the bottle to you.

You don't take a drink and pick at the hem of your shirt. This has taken a sharp turn very quickly.

"Wait, what, for real?"

You shake your head. "I've never been kissed."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Peter takes the bottle from between you and sets it aside on the floor. "How? Why?"

"It just hasn't happened."

"But you've had a boyfriend?"

You shake your head. "Never had that either. I just don't like getting close to people. I thought you knew this?"

"So you don't know how to kiss?"

"I know how! I just haven't done it yet. It's not that weird okay?"

Peter leans forward to look at you. "Do you wanna know what it's like?"

"Yeah, one day I guess."

"I mean, I could be your first kiss. I'm someone you trust and I'm not going to judge you if it's bad."

Your heart stops, a cold sick feeling grips your stomach. Does he know about your feelings? No, he's just trying to be nice. He wants you to be comfortable. He doesn't know. He can't. You're going to have to play this off. "I don't know. We're friends, what if it's weird?"

Peter repositions himself so he is sitting in front of you. "Never have I ever wanted to kiss my best friend." He takes a drink and hands you the bottle.

You roll your eyes, stomach aching. "That's not fair."

"Drink."

"I don't-"

"I know okay? Shawn told me. He said he overheard you talking about me with someone. I know you have a crush on me."

"What?! Shawn doesn't know anything!" You shove the bottle at Peter and get up. "I can't- you just believe him?!"

"Why are you getting so defensive?"

"Because! It's not- I don't- I'm scared okay?!" You ball your fists in your hoodie pocket and stare down at the floor.

Peter shifts and stands up, you see his sock covered feet in front of yours. "Can I talk now?"

"Yeah, sorry." You mumble.

He puts his hands out in front of him, palms up for you to grab them. "Hold my hands."

You do as he says and he closes his fingers around yours.

"It's okay that you have a crush on me. We've been close for years now. I know you have a hard time opening up to people and that's why you don't date. It's normal that you'd develop feelings for me since I'm someone you trust and you're comfortable with."

"But you don't like me like that."

"Actually," he chuckles and squeezes your hands. "I do. I'm sorry I brought it up like this, that wasn't fair."

"It's okay."

"Look at me, please?"

You look up and he leans in and kisses you quickly. Just a small press of lips before you can fully register that it happened. Your body reacts nonetheless. Heart pounding, a cold sweat on your neck. It feels like a dream but more like a nightmare.

"You okay?"

"I think I'm going to puke."

"Oh." Peter steps back and grabs his trash can, holding it up for you. "That's not reassuring."

"No. It's not you. It's me. I'm freaking out."

Peter sets the can down and wraps his arms around you as you start to shake. "It's fine, everything is fine. Take a deep breath."

"Peter no!" You feel it happening and then it comes up onto Peter's chest, not quite throw up but still gross like bile. "No no no."

Peter steps back and sighs shakily. "This isn't the worst thing." He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it aside into the hamper. "It's fine, don't worry. It's fine."

You sit down on the bed and cover your face. "It's not fine. I just upchucked on you!"

"You did and it's fine." Peter hands you a water bottle from somewhere and sets the can by your feet. "I'm washable and so are the clothes."

"I'm so sorry."

"Why? Because your body reacted? I've done worse." He sits down on the floor across from you and stretches his legs out. "Maybe if we keep talking it'll get easier."

"Or I'll puke more."

He bumps his foot against yours and strokes it over your ankle comfortingly. "Are you scared we can't be friends? Or are you upset about something else?"

"I guess I've never been in this situation and I'm scared we won't work out if we go for more than friends. I don't want to ruin my friendship with you. You're my best friend, I can't lose you."

"That's okay. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just because we have feelings doesn't mean we have to act on them."

"I know but...we... everything is messed up now. I'd rather go back to suffering in silence." You take a big drink and rinse your mouth out.

Peter pushes up off the floor and kicks the trash can aside. He crawls on the bed behind you and pulls you back against him. "Let's just start slow. We'll test the boundaries and figure out if we really want each other."

You tuck your feet against his and he pulls the blanket from behind him over the both of you. "Cuddling?"

"Mmmhmm. The most basic form of affection."

"I don't know about that." You grab his hand on your chest and put your fingers through his. "I feel like there are more basic things."

"Oh shh." Peter chuckles and presses his nose against your hair. "Can I confess something now?"

"Yeah."

"I've wanted to be more than friends for over a year now. So, you're not alone in feeling conflicted about everything."

You turn in his hold and face him. His arm falls on the bed between you. "Really?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He laughs.

You reach up and touch his nose. It's so cute when he laughs and it crinkles up. "I was scared."

"So was I."

"Do you think we should be together?"

"Yeah. I think knowing everything about each other and yet we still have these feelings means something. I think it's special. You can't hurry love and we definitely haven't done that."

You nod. "Can I kiss you? I want to try."

Peter nods.

You take in a deep shaky breath and scoot closer. "Close your eyes."

He does as you say.

You press your lips against his and he doesn't react. It's just lips on lips.

"Can I kiss you back?" Peter mutters.

"Uh-huh."

Peter slides his hand into your hair and cups the back of your head. Suddenly it's not just an awkward lips on lips situation, it's a real kiss coming from your real best friend. He licks against your lip and you freeze. "It's okay," he says into your mouth. "We can stop, just say when."

"Stop."

Peter pulls back and looks at you, a smile spreading across his face. "How was your first kiss?"

You lick your lip and feel a flush rising up your neck. "Good. You're...you're pretty good."

"Are you sure? Maybe I'm really really horrible but you have nothing to compare to." He teases and you shove him.

"Peter! That's not funny!"

He cackles and gathers you into his arms. "Okay okay. I promise I won't tease you about it. I'm glad it wasn't bad."

You tuck your face into his shoulder and wrap your arms around his back. He smells good, like laundry and body wash. "I'm not so scared now."

"Good." He rubs his hand up your back and plays with your hair. "I'm not going to let you feel unsafe. I promise, I'll be everything you need."

"Pinky promise?"

Peter laughs softly and hooks his pinky with yours. "Pinky promise."

End

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[lisinfleur]

Buble Gum, Time is fun!

The request:

Author’s Notes | Two of my favorite things reunited: Sigurd and time travel plots! I love it! I decided to post it like this, because you said you liked it how it is, love. But I’ll probably use this request later for a bigger work! It really has potential! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Time Travel plot, Viking Age AU, Modern AU, prepared for the Patron’s Holiday Event Words | 3706 ⁑ Warnings: Cursing a lot.

Damn foggy night.

Damn stupid idea of accepting your co-worker's invitation into his house for a Christmas celebration!

Of course, you should've noticed his intentions! Of course, he was luring you into a trap!

What were you thinking? Ivan had tried to lure you into going out with him through the whole year! How could you think he was serious about a party with his family?

In the end, it was just a lie to "finally get some time alone with you, pretty..." Oh, GOD! You hated so much his stupid way to make that word sound doughy in his voice!

And there you were, walking away from his house, all alone on Christmas' Eve - because OF COURSE, he refused to drive you home since you wouldn't give him a chance... Asshole.

The problem is: it was easy to reach his cottage exactly because he was driving the 4x4 through the woods to take you there. On foot, the trail would surely allow you to see Santa Claus' reindeer flying through the sky, going away and coming back home before you were able to finish that God damn way!

"Wonderful!" you cursed when your eyes found a bifurcation and the plaque that should indicate the way was broken, leaving you without a choice but betting which way would take you down, back to the town, which would take you deeper inside those woods into some wolf lair or something like this.

With your luck?

You would end up frozen in the middle of that stupid fog!

Walking into that fog, you caught yourself thinking. Sadness taking your heart... If you weren't all alone... If your family wasn't a bunch of assholes like Ivan... Perhaps you wouldn't have accepted his invitation. Maybe you would be celebrating with her instead of all alone, lost in those woods.

Where was the trail?

"Oh, crap!" you cursed, looking around, trying to find yourself again, anything but trees that could serve for you to locate yourself.

Your heart clenching inside your chest.

If you were to disappear that night... Who would miss you?

Damn Ivan! It would be perfect to know he would probably be arrested since you were last seen entering his car but you didn't want to disappear!

Even less into those woods!

"Shit... Shit shit shit!" You cursed.

Your feet, lost, stumbled on some roots and you fell straight to the ground, rolling down a small hill and hitting your head against a tree.

You weren't sure, but you saw a silhouette right before everything blanked out.

You remember you thought it was better to freeze in those woods than being found by Ivan in that place.

You couldn't precise how long did you blank out. But it was warm when you woke up. There was some strange cloak over your body, with a marine perfume that resembled the sea right after the dawn, or the dew evaporating on the first hours of the mourning.

"You woke up," a strange voice, kinda hoarse, with a heavy accent spoke to you.

And you turned yourself to see a blonde man sitting near a fire, noticing you were somehow into a cabin. A pretty rustic one! He was shoving the pieces of wood into the fire, making it warmer. But his clothes were so strange!

You could bet they were handmade!

He was dressed beautifully, like those medieval peasants from old Scandinavia. His hair had braids with leather straps decorating it and beautiful curls you couldn't stop yourself from admiring.

You sat, observing the beautiful handmade embroidery of the cloak over your body. That man wasn't a peasant. Such beautiful work wouldn't be made for someone that wasn't noble.

But why the fuck was he dressed like that?

"My head is aching..." you mumbled.

"You must've hit it against the tree I found you near. Your clothes are strange... Too thin for the cold. What is your name?" he asked with that strange accent, coming closer to sit beside the fur you were laid upon.

Too thin for the cold?? Those were your best warm trousers!

"I'm Y/N," you answered, confused. "Excuse me, but where am I?"

Everything around was so realistically rustic! You felt like waking up into a movie!

"This cabin is mine," he answered, "A small secret place I use as a refuge when I don't want my brothers to find me. I'm Sigurd, son of Ragnar Loðbrók. You must've known about my father." he sighed.

Sounding so genuíne for someone who was speaking, for sure, a scripted line for any stupid theatrical spectacle that was - for some reason - including your dizzy self. Right?

Cause there was no living way for you to be speaking to a son of THE Ragnar Loðbrók he was talking about. No-living-way!

You chuckled, looking at him.

"Fine... You're pretty good, for real. But I'm seriously lost here and... Can we leave the characters behind for a moment and give me some real information?" you said, looking at him "I'm lost for real, you know? I got lost in the woods while fleeing from a night into the house of the biggest asshole I've ever known in my whole life, so... Could you be gentle to me and tell me how I can reach the town so I can take a bus and go back home?"

The more you spoke, the stranger was the frown in that man's face.

"What is a bus?" he asked, looking at you as if that wasn't the most absurd nonsense someone could ask you at all!

"O-k... A persistent actor uh? So... Let us do it your way, ok? I need to go back to the town, uh? Where can I find a... a chariot?" you tried.

"You must've hit your head too hard... Come. I have a horse outside, I'll take you back to the village, but I suggest you visit a healer," he said.

Genuinely looking as confused as you were.

You got up, looking around. It was really a small cabin, seeming to be handmade as well, for a single person. Maybe you just invaded some kind of fantasy for him or anything, you thought. But the horse outside his door was pretty real.

"Fuck," you mumbled.

He really had a horse. And you would really go back home... In-a-freaking-horse. How the heck could that night become stranger?

Never doubt life.

It can ALWAYS overwhelm your expectations.

"What in the actual fuck?" your mouth mumbled when his horse reached the streets of what was an entire Scandinavian village. "Is this a joke? What kind of... Look, Sigurd uh?" you said, looking back at him from upon your shoulder as he guided the horse forward into that village.

A lot of other people like him were finishing putting things inside, the houses were decorated. It was Christmas night in that place as well... But how the heck?

"I need to go to the real town. Like, the real one! Not this scenographic thing for whatever you guys are filming ok? I need to go back to Kattegat!" you insisted.

Just to see his frown becoming even bigger.

"Woman, what is your problem? We ARE in Kattegat!" he said, convict.

"Then take me to the bay!" you demanded, almost as a touché.

They would never be able to reproduce the bay perfectly! It was a beautiful natural arch of mountains where the sea would make a pool, almost a beautiful natural circle of water you saw yourself stunned looking at a few moments after your ask.

"You see? We are in Kattegat, woman. I'm Sigurd, son of Ragnar, fourth among the princes of this place. And I demand you to visit a healer right now!" he said, full of himself.

But you'd barely heard his voice.

Your heart was pounding, your ears were throbbing along with your whole head. How the fuck was you standing in Kattegat's bay?

How in the actual fuck was that place a Scandinavian village again?

How hard did you hit your head?

"Be patient, son of Ragnar," a hoarse voice came out of nowhere and you turned yourself too quick, falling at the sand, afraid of that black-cloaked figure that looked at the two of you - and seemed not to scare Sigurd at all! "A strange thing happened and sometimes it happens, indeed..."

"Who are you? Where am I?" you asked, fully scared.

But that burned man looked at you calmly. You could feel he was looking at me although he had no eyes.

"The correct question would be when are you, Y/N, future’s child. You are where you think you are. You are in Kattegat such as he was. Time is not what you think it is."

Your heart started racing.

If what he was saying was real then you were far away from home now!

"But if you were to disappear tonight, who would miss you?"

That sentence in his hoarse voice seemed to shock both of you, you and Sigurd, cause you could see the same surprised expression in Sigurd's eyes as well.

"Time is a spiral... It swirls and swirls and sometimes its rounds touch each other. Two thought like one, two desired like one. One was heard by the night and its mysteries," that burnt man continued. "You shall be back to your time, back to your life, when the night is over and the magic with it. Unless your desire to come back is not strong enough to take you out of here," he said, starting to walk away.

Leaving you at that beach, sitting on the sand, almost panicking.

"So... You came because of my desire?" Sigurd mumbled, breaking the silence first.

And you looked at him.

"He said... Two thought like one. What were you thinking, Sigurd?" you asked, trying to rationalize.

To avoid freaking out.

"I didn't want to be home with Ivar being the usual spoiled brat he always is.  But I didn't want to be alone... After all, it's Yule."

After all, it was Christmas...

"It makes sense..." you mumbled. "I didn't want to be with Ivan... But did not want to be alone either."

Sigurd crossed his arms, sighing. And you looked at him with your heart clenching. Maybe he was as lonely as you were. And if it was strong enough to throw you into that situation then... Then why not?

It would be over in the morning.

"We could keep each other company..." You suggested.

"Then none of us would be alone." Sigurd completed. "Come. It's cold here... I have some food in my cabin we could share and you can tell me about this future you come from." he said, extending his hand for you to get up.

Sigurd didn't seem to be a bad guy at all. And what choice did you have, anyway?

He walked you back to that cabin, pulling the horse by its reins but walking beside you at a slow pace. It wasn't such a short path, so you had some time to know each other properly. The craziest it was sounding; Sigurd was indeed a Viking prince who definitely sounded like everything but a Viking. Whether your time's acknowledgment of his kind was awfully wrong or he was something different from the barbarian raiders his mutuals were described to be.

Instead, Sigurd was gentle, helping a total stranger he found wounded in the forest, taking you inside his cabin, ensuring you would be warm and cared for. He lighted a campfire in front of the cabin where he placed a piece of meat to roast intending to divide what was supposed to be enough for himself with you, and you noticed he just didn't ask for his cloak back - somehow he was really apprehensive about how cold it was for your "thin clothes".

Sigurd's presence was completely different from Ivan's and despite being a total stranger for you, soon it became more comfortable than having your co-worker you worked with for a whole year beside you.

To be honest? It was better. Way better.

Sigurd's curiosity about your shoes was funny, his surprise seeing your elastic hair tie was the most innocent and sweet thing you've ever seen and you could laugh for hours at his funny face when the thing escaped his hand being shot against his nose.

When you started talking about your time's music, he entered the cabin and brought back some kind of guitar he called an oud and played for you some amazing songs you wish you didn't have lost your cell phone so you could record to hear again later.

When he wouldn't be there to play...

For a moment, that sensation made you think about your loneliness and how it had just vanished with Sigurd's presence there. His gentleness was able to make you forget completely you weren't in your time and even more, that you were alone.

The two of you shared the food he made and when the night became colder he made the fire higher to warm the two of you as you sat at the door of his cabin, looking up to the sky.

So much more stars!

"The sky is not this beautiful where I come from," you said.

"Did the stars fall from the sky?" he asked, looking at you.

Making you smile with that sweet innocence he seemed to have.

"No. There are too many artificial lights. The night is not dark enough for us to see them all..." you explained.

"Your time seems to be amazing, but at the same time, it seems colder," Sigurd said, looking up once again.

Silence landing between the two of you like a solid wall his voice broke once again.

"I'll miss you, Y/N. When you go home, I'll miss having you here."

You thought about your lonely life. It would be so good to have the chance to stay... But at the same time, you were so far away from your time! And you couldn't just be impulsive and stay in a place and time you barely knew just out of your need for company... You would come back at the end of that night, you knew that. But your heart would be broken.

"I'll miss you too..." you mumbled.

Feeling when something touched your hand, looking to see Sigurd was messing with a leather strip around your wrist.

"What is this?" you asked when he finished, showing you the wooden beads with runes he had tied to your arm.

Lifting your eyes, you could see one of his braids was undone: he had turned the leather strip from his hair along with his beads into a bracelet for you.

"A gift, so you can remind me," he said, "A Yule gift."

You smiled with tenderness looking at that loving gift. Nothing was ever so sweet in your life.

You would miss him so hard...

You weren't as good as he was with the crafting, but you took off your necklace - a golden chain with a small butterfly pendant - And you placed it on his neck, watching as he touched the delicate piece.

"A Yule gift," you repeated, smiling at him.

Feeling his fingers touching and caressing your face.

Silence was made as you laid your head on his shoulder. There was nothing to be said anymore. You wanted his embrace around you. He wanted you to stay forever.

Both of you woke up alone the next morning...

The magic of that strange night was gone when you woke up sitting against the tree you had fallen near the previous night. You lifted your hand to touch your head searching for any kind of wound, thinking that the whole night could've been a dream.

But something was weighing on your hand and your eyes filled with tears when you saw the leather strap with his beads there. You touched your neck, your necklace was gone.

It was real.

He was real!

And now it was gone...

You found out you had fallen out of the way and into the woods some few meters before reaching the road. You went back home with that knot on your throat.

You searched for anything about his story just to find out Sigurd had died one thousand years ago, murdered by his own brother's ax.

The following days made no sense for you. Everything was missing color. You wanted to cry every time your eyes would look at the beads on your wrist. You never took that bracelet off.

When the third night came, you decided: You had to change that! You had to go back, to find a way to make his fate different.

To be with him once again.

But how?

The following days you passed searching for any information, finding anything that could help you, getting yourself more and more despaired with the hopelessness of that journey. When New Year's Eve came, you made your last try...

You came back to those woods, you went away from the trail, you tried to find the ruins of his cabin or that location. But all you could find were some stones placed in a specific way that could resemble that house.

You sat in the middle of it and you felt the tears pouring down your face. Your fingers caressing the leather strip on your wrist.

"You were such a gentle man... Such a sweet company. You killed my loneliness and... And you found such a terrible fate," you cried, thinking about him, the sweet smiles you exchanged, his laughs from that night.

"I wish so bad I could change it... I wish so bad I could come back one more time..." you closed your eyes, lowering your head.

"It's a one-way trip this time. And you know you can't change the cycle of life. He will die. You will die. Each must die someday," the hoarse voice of that burnt man you knew now was the Seer from his time invaded your ears, startling you up.

If he could be there, then...

You could come back.

"But I can make it different!" you said, looking up to see the black-cloaked figure standing where it was supposed to be the door of that cabin.

"What if you can't?" he asked, looking at you.

"I can!" you yelled, getting up.

"What if you can't, woman?" he repeated.

Remembering you maybe Sigurd's fate wasn't changeable...

Maybe you would go back just to lose him that awful way.

"Then I can make his life different," you mumbled, looking at the Seer. "Then I can send his loneliness away. And kill mine. And make it better as long as he lives."

"Cross the line... And find your fate. Time won't touch itself once again. Don't look back, future's child. Everything forward is lost for you now."

With his scepter, he traced a perfect line on the ground from one stone to another at the entrance of the cabin's ruins, turning his back to you and vanishing in the middle of the trees.

You swallowed dry.

You could just jump the stones and go back to your life.

But time wouldn't touch itself again, he said.

You could cross that line and everything you knew would be lost.

But who would miss you anyway?

You touched the leather bracelet on your arm and took a deep breath, walking forward and crossing the line without thinking any longer. And then... His voice filled your ears...

"... and I don't know where or when you are now. But I wish you were here. It would be good if time could swirl that strange way one more time."

Your eyes caught Sigurd's figure sitting beside a campfire. Almost the same scene from the Yule night you spent together. Except, you weren't there, and his hands were messing with the necklace you gave to him, tenderly caressing the pendant. He missed you. He wanted you back.

And it filled your heart with love to think someone would care.

He cared.

"Maybe two thought like one once again," you mumbled from the door, startling him, watching as he jumped up, standing to look at you, first scared, then, with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen on someone's face.

"Y/N!"

Sigurd came closer, without a warning pulling you into his embrace. Such a tight embrace, so full of that feeling only he was able to make you feel!

You embraced him back, maybe as tight as he was embracing you. And Sigurd cupped your face, touching your foreheads.

"You came back... I wanted so hard to see you again!"

You went on your tiptoes, following the will of your heart, and touched his lips with yours, surprising Sigurd with a gentle and loving kiss, full of that need you had inside your heart to change his life. To make his fate different.

"Y/N?" he mumbled your name when the kiss was over.

Looking at you full of doubt in his eyes.

But you caressed his face gently, smiling at him.

"I came back for you, Sigurd. For you..."

His tone changed as you felt his hands gently pulling you closer. His forehead touched yours and you saw as he sighed, almost in relief, nuzzling his nose to yours.

"You took my heart with you when you left..."

He felt the same. That need, that sensation you were everything he needed and he had lost it. Sigurd fell in love with you as well. And it was good for him to notice he wasn’t alone.

"Tell me you'll stay this time." He asked.

"I'll stay," you answered, nestling your face against his neck, hiding into his embrace. "I'll stay, my prince."

"That's good..." he mumbled, kissing your hair, embracing you tighter. "That's good, my love."

You knew everything you ever knew was lost for you now and you would've to learn everything about life in his way. You knew you could lose him not far from that day. But you would fight to change his fate and if you had to lose him then, at least, you could say you loved him till the end.

And Sigurd loved you back. Like anyone else before.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: so much smut (18+), fluff

word count: 3.0k

a/n: pretty much pure smut, not a lot of plot. also fluffy. i have not written smut like this before so i really hope it’s good and i hope you enjoy! feedback always welcome and so, so appreciated. 

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Turned on was an understatement.

You couldn’t remember ever being so worked up. You had a pretty decent sex life, a better one since you started seeing Poe, which got even greater when you started dating and seeing him more. Being in a fight then being in a car accident, you were too beat up to do anything physical. It also didn’t help that Poe practically waited on you hand and foot whenever you were with him and was extra sweet and attentive. It made you want to jump his bones.

You were done being coddled. You were in the mood to be manhandled.

You would physically beg for it if it came to that.

Stretched out on Poe’s couch, you had your legs laid across your boyfriend’s lap with books and notecards propped up on your stomach. Poe stared at his laptop, tapping his fingers lightly against the top of the keyboard. He wasn’t reading anything or studying something. He was simply staring.

“You look bored,” you stated, glancing up at him. Poe ran a hand over his jaw, your eyes following every movement and craving the feeling of his stubble against your skin.

“I don’t know why I agreed to give a speech at this conference next weekend.”

“Because you’re amazing? Because you’re passionate? Because people actually listen to you when you speak? I could go on and on.”

“Go ahead sweetheart, keep stroking my ego.”

You nudged him with your foot when he shot you a wink. He knew he was good and passionate and that people listened to him. But he still felt very humbled when people told him that.

Poe shut his laptop and set it aside, reaching forward to finish his glass of water. You watched his shirt ride up just enough to see a sliver of golden skin. His neck bobbed as he swallowed the water and you gulped. God, you wanted him.

Then an idea came to mind.

“If you’re bored, you could quiz me. Help me prep for this test.”

“That sounds just as boring as writing a speech.”

You sat up, pulling your feet off of Poe’s lap and crossing them underneath you. “It is, but I can make it worth your while.”

Intrigued, Poe turned his body so he was fully facing you, his arm draped over the back of the couch. “How so?”

You smirked. “For every question I get wrong, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

Poe chuckled lightly. “And if you get the question right?”

“Then you’ll take something off.”

“And what happens when we run out of clothes?”

You shrugged innocently, your eyes hungry as you looked at him. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Poe considered your idea. It was a win-win for the both of you, though there would probably be a point where the studying would come to an abrupt halt.

“And actually you know what? We better make it every three questions I get right that you strip.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to get you naked pretty fast and then it’ll all be over.”

“I’m sure we can find something to do afterwards,” You bit your lip as Poe nodded towards your lap.

“Give me those notecards.”

Twenty minutes later, Poe was shirtless in his sweatpants and you were still dressed. You had moved from the couch, unable to sit still, and paced his living room when you had to give really in depth answers. Poe switched back and forth from your notes to the book, knowing very well that teachers often pulled questions from the book without specifying that it would be on the test.

“How many marketing functions exist?”

You knew the answer, but you were getting bored with studying. The sight of Poe lounging on the couch in just his sweatpants and the idea of even just curling up next to him was making you lose focus. One more right answer would have Poe down to his briefs and your thoughts would go back to being much less innocent. A wrong answer would have you taking off either your shirt or your pants. Poe watched you have your internal battle, his eyebrows raised as he waited for an answer.

“Five.”

“Seven,” Poe smirked. “I know you knew that one.”

“Guess not,” you said in a sing-song voice as you lifted your shirt over your head. The black bra you had on was a little dressier than other ones you had and certainly fancier than what was called for on a lazy weekend, but you woke up that morning with the desire to show off a little bit.

“Is that new?” Poe asked.

“Kind of,” you answered, suddenly feeling a little shy with the way Poe was looking at you. “It’s what I had under my dress after dinner with my family.”

Poe sensed your unease and beckoned you over to him, standing you between his legs as his eyes became level with your stomach.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as his knuckle ran over the few spots on your skin that were still tinged yellow. “You can barely see the bruises anymore.”

“Soon they’ll be gone and it’ll be nothing but a bad memory.”

Poe’s hands held your waist carefully as he pressed his lips to your stomach, the incredibly tender action making your heart pound hard against your chest. You brought a hand up to rest against his neck, fingers grazing the ends of his hair as his lips moved across your bare stomach.

He was so close to where you wanted him yet so far.

“Poe.” Your soft voice brought his attention up to you. Connecting your eyes with his, you leaned up and kissed him deeply, your tongue taking it’s familiar route inside Poe’s mouth as your hands rested on his shoulders. You gently bit his lip as you pulled back and his mouth twitched up into a dazed smile.

“What was that for?”

“You haven’t touched me in nearly two weeks.” Poe exhaled deeply and you shook your head.  “It’s no one’s fault, we were fighting and then my accident happened so we never got our makeup sex.”

Running your hands down his neck, you gave his shoulders a short squeeze before continuing.

“I want you. So bad. I am wound so freaking tight right now that I’m about to snap. So I need you to fuck me and fuck me good. Please.”

Poe chuckled lowly as he stood up, his arms fully trapping you against him.

“Well now, how can I deny that request?”

He brought you into a hungry kiss, his mouth slanting over yours as his tongue invaded your mouth. You pressed yourself against him, your hands trailing from his shoulders down his chest to the band of his bottoms. You pushed his sweatpants down and kicked them away before disconnecting your lips and pushing him onto the couch. You slid your own pants down and straddled his lap, slamming your lips back onto his.

“You tell me if it’s too much for you, ok?” Poe said against your lips, slowing down a second to let you respond. You knew it wouldn’t, your healed body buzzing with a deep desire for him, but you nodded anyway as you rolled your hips down onto his. A satisfied grin crossed your face when he raised his hips to meet yours.

As he moved from your mouth to your jaw, his lips left trails of fire, sucking spots onto your skin with a message that said he missed this too. You captured his lips again as his hands kneaded your breasts through your bra, pulling one of the cups down and pinching your nipple with his fingers. He kissed the skin that spilled over and, as much as you loved it, the need for his skin against yours was too great. You unclasped your bra, flinging it across the room, and Poe’s lips attached to each area of your newly exposed skin.

You rolled your hips over Poe’s, his hardened cock pressing against you and rubbing the rough lace of your underwear against your clit. You palmed him through his briefs, his groan vibrating against your breasts.

“Holy shit Poe, I need you. Fill me up, please.”

Dirty talk wasn’t really your forte. You’ve begged Poe to fuck you before and you made sure to praise him whenever he did something that made your toes curl, but you didn’t often do anything more than that.

You’d have felt a little embarrassed by your desperate brazenness had you not caught the dark blown out look in Poe’s eyes as his lips detached from you and curled into a smirk.

“Say it again,” his voice low and rough and his fingers dipping down into your underwear. You whimpered as they brushed your clit.

“Poe…”

He lowered his mouth onto your neck, your pulse thumping widely against his lips. His fingers ran along your folds. “Say.” Kiss. “It.” Kiss. “Again.”

He sunk a finger into your core as he gently bit down on your collarbone, making you let out a breathy moan. A flood of heat coursed through your body and settled in your core.

“I--fuck Poe,” you whispered breathlessly, your walls clenching around his finger. He had stopped kissing your neck, instead watching your start to fall apart on top of him. “I need your cock. Filling me. Stretching me.”

Poe smirked as he kissed you. You released his cock from his briefs and he removed his fingers and twisted your underwear aside. Your eyes met his, both asking the same question: are you sure?

You waited for his nod before lining him up with your entrance and sinking down onto him, his length and girth the missing piece to your puzzle. He stretched you wonderfully as the ridges and veins of his cock brushed against your walls. You took a second to adjust before rising up and sinking back down onto him. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you set the pace, riding him faster. Poe’s hand slithered up your back, twisting it in your hair and gripping tightly. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a strangled cry left your throat, the sound of skin on skin filling the apartment.

“You feel so good, fuck you’re so tight.”

The exertion of riding him began to slow you down. With a bruising grip on your hips, Poe took control and began thrusting up into you. You could feel your stomach tightening, your hand clutching the one on your hip as you were blindsided by a freight train of pleasure. Poe thrusted harder into you as you rode out your orgasm.

After one particularly hard thrust, Poe held you still on his lap, kissing you like his life depended on it. He held you down on his cock and wrapped his arms around your waist, carefully maneuvering himself off of the couch and onto the floor. He pulled out and tapped the outside of your thigh.

“On your knees,” he breathed with a wicked smirk. Your body flushed with lust as you sat up onto your knees, running your lips along his jaw to meet at his mouth. He kissed you sweetly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. Poe grabbed your wrist as you reached for his cock, stopping you and turning you away from him so your back was against his chest.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said again, and your heart squeezed with how much he cared about your comfort. Still unable to form any coherent words, you simply nodded. Poe slid your underwear down, ripping them off when it became a struggle to get them off in your current position.

“Hey!” You laughed as he flung the flimsy piece of fabric aside. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place as he brought this cock back to your entrance.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said as he slid back into you, his hips immediately snapping against yours as he kissed your shoulder.

Hard and fast, he was giving you exactly what you were craving. Every push of his cock against your sweet spot was heightened due to the sensitivity you still felt after your first orgasm and you knew you’d come again quickly. You leaned your arms on his coffee table, needing something to brace yourself against as he pounded into you.

“This what you needed?” Poe panted, bottoming out inside you. “For me to fuck you like this?”

“Yes--Poe, yes, just like that.”

Poe grunted as he felt his release creeping up on him. He squeezed the skin of your ass before his hand came down and swatted it. You gasped in surprise and Poe immediately stopped moving, afraid he might’ve gone a little too far in the heat of the moment. You looked at him over your shoulder, a half smile forming on your face.

“Do it again,” you whispered hoarsely. Poe pushed into you deeply, tenderly rubbing the reddening spot before smacking the same spot again. Poe smirked down at you as you moaned in absolute pleasure.

“Who would’ve thought?” Poe poked fun at you as he punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock deep inside you as he came. You couldn’t come up with a comeback as he smacked your ass one last time, his fingers then sneaking around to your clit and sending you over the edge.

The iron struck white hot in your belly as you cried out, your walls fluttering around him and your legs quaking. You fell forward onto the table, the both of you panting as you caught your breath.

This was what you both needed. Every apology, every ‘I miss you’, every piece of lingering frustration was taken out on each other.

“Oh my god,” you panted as Poe pulled out. He collected you against him and sat onto the floor with his back against the couch. You slumped against his chest, the side of your head resting against his necklace. Poe gently ran his hands down your sides, one hand intertwining with yours while the other lightly tracing the red marks he left on your ass.

“I hate you,” you giggled, squirming at the sting. Poe squeezed your skin slightly, pulling you closer into him when you squirmed again.

“You most certainly do not,” Poe poked the side of your stomach, causing you to giggle again. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a spanking kink?”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. He pushed your hair back to try and see your face.

“Come on, don’t be shy now,” he said, tilting your head up to see your cheeks red but a satisfied smile on your face.

“I didn’t know,” you admitted, laughing lightly. Resting your chin on Poe’s chest, you gazed up at him.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, a soft smile on your lips. Poe didn’t need to ask what you were thanking him for specifically. There were numerous meanings behind it and he knew each one. All he did was lean down and press a sure kiss to forehead and then to your lips.

“You want to order pizza?” Poe asked when he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows. You snickered as you stood up, hauling Poe up with you.

“You do that, I’m going to go clean up.”

You were just about to Poe’s bedroom when he called your name.

“You know you’re going to have to help me write that speech now since you distracted me?” He smirked as he put the phone up to his ear.

You chuckled. “I know. Of course I’ll help you.”

“Also...did you retain any of the stuff I quizzed you on?”

“Yes, though I pretty much knew it all already. I kind of got a couple answers wrong on purpose.”

“I knew it.”

With a wink, you disappeared into his bathroom. You took a washcloth and cleaned up the mess between your thighs, looking at the bruises left behind and  having a very different reaction than the last time you looked at bruises that were on your body. Throwing your hair up, you tossed the cloth into the laundry and dug in Poe’s drawers for a shirt and a pair of boxers. The jingle of Beebs’ collar grabbed your attention as he changed positions on Poe’s bed. Leaning on the bed, you scratched under Beebs’ chin, his eyes closing in content.

“Oh Beebs, I’m sorry we keep having sex in front of you.”

You scooped up Beebs, the affectionate pup licking your face as you brought him out into the kitchen. Poe was redressed and had grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge.

“I think we’re scarring your poor dog,” you said as Poe came up and scratched his dog’s belly. “I’m going to get him a toy as an apology.”

“You don’t have to do that. Besides, he’s got enough toys.”

“A bone then,” you lowered your voice so Beebs wouldn’t get excited over the word ‘bone’. You smiled down at Beebs, rocking him slightly. “And I want to. Because you’re the best dog in the whole world who has the best dad in the whole world.”

You brought Beebs to the living room, setting him down on the floor as you picked up a rope toy to play with. You tossed it and watched him run after it, his tiny fluffy body jiggling with excitement. There was a knock on the door as you plugged Poe’s laptop into its charger and you glanced at the clock above his oven.

“That was, what? Twenty minutes? Impressive.”

Poe grabbed the door, looking back when Beebs let out a high-pitched whine  just in time to see his dog launch himself at you.

“Toddler?” The pizza guy asked, highly amused as he glanced into Poe’s apartment. Poe shook his head with an amused smile as he stepped in front of the guy’s line of sight, knowing there were still clothes strewn around the living room.  

“Hyper dog,” he said, giving the cash to the pizza guy. With a nod of appreciation, Poe shut the door and set the pizza on the counter.

You tossed the toy one more time before getting up and meeting Poe in the kitchen, trading a kiss for a slice of pizza.

You could get used to this domesticity.

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[adhdeancas]

A Bump in the Night

Dean and Cas are finally together and the world is finally at peace, but neither one can shake their anxieties that everything could fall apart at any second. Or sleep. They’ve been through a lot, but they’ll get through it together.

(fluffy, post 15.20, talks about anxiety/anxiety attacks) read on AO3

The first thought Dean had when he woke up was that it was happening again. His heart was pounding, and something in the back of his head was screaming alarm bells at him. The rest of his head was still heavy and disoriented from sleep and whatever nightmare had so obviously caused this. Again. He took a deep shuddering breath, trying to slow down his heart, but the second he thought about it, it sped up again. Oh, the life of a hunter was glamorous.

His hearing was alert up from the anxiety flowing through his veins, so when he heard a noise coming from somewhere in the bunker it sounded significant. A dull thud, maybe the sound of a boot coming down the stairs, or a body against a wall. Could be the sound of someone falling, or maybe it was the sound of the kitchen door shutting in its heavy frame. Someone was in the bunker.

“No, Dean,” he scolded himself quietly. “Nobody can get in, nobody even knows this place exists.” 

But what if someone did? Was he just gonna sit there in bed like an idiot and wait for them to barge in? Kill his family? Dread gripped his chest and he eased out of bed with a sigh. It happened every night. But there was always a chance that this time… this time it would be real. He grabbed his gun from under his pillow and padded into the hall, being careful to shut his well-oiled door quietly. It was the only door in the place that he’d ensured was silent; all the others squeaked like an old bird. For protection. Nothing better to alert you to an intruder than a squeaky hinge.

Okay, so he was a little paranoid. Dean crept along the hallway, keeping a careful eye on all the shadows he saw move in the dim lighting of the wall sconces. Nothing yet. He could hear Sam snoring through his bedroom door. “Jeesh, thank god Eileen is deaf.” He snickered to himself. Next came Jack’s door. Jack slept like a freaking rock, so Dean felt alright peeking into his bedroom to check. Safe and sound, a book folded on top of his chest and his lamp still on. Dean tiptoed to his bedside, turning it off and laying the book on his nightstand before he left. Dork. He was gonna turn out just like Sam, a little bookworm. He’d been really into this nerdy science-fiction series, something about aliens and pirates, maybe. Cas really was the better listener when it came to that kind of thing.

His heartbeat picked up again the second he got out the door, so much that Dean had to lean against the wall and force himself to breathe. There was nothing even happening, goddamnit. 

The kitchen was clear, the Dean Cave was empty and dark, but there was a dim light shining down at the end of the hallway. The library. “Sam probably just forgot to turn off a lamp again.” He told himself, so quietly he could barely hear it. He raised his gun anyway, sneaking up the hall until he could turn the corner and have the element of surprise. That would be the first room someone searched if they’d broken in, after all. He jumped out from the corner, gun pointed…

At Cas. 

“Dean!” Cas gasped. He put the book in his hand down, looking up at Dean. “It’s just me.” 

Dean let out a breath which felt like a relief. He was pretty sure he’d stopped breathing about halfway down the hall. For stealth, you know. He relaxed the grip on his gun and let it drop to his side. “Sorry, Cas,” 

“Did you think I was an intruder?” 

“No, I-” That would be ridiculous. No one could get in here. No one knew this place existed. “I heard a noise.”

“And you thought it was trouble.” 

“No, I just… I wanted to make sure.” He hoped his face wasn’t getting as red as it felt. “This place has all sorts of weird stuff,” God, that excuse was lame. He silently begged Cas to agree. They’d just started dating. This was not a hot look. His heart beat agreed with him. He felt nauseous. 

“The bunker is safe, Dean. We searched through everything.” Cas beckoned him over, and Dean reluctantly sat down. With his boxer briefs, t-shirt, and gun, he felt a lot silly sitting next to Cas. Cas, fully dressed and lounging in the middle of the night.

“Yeah, I know.” Dean ducked his head, hoping Cas wouldn’t hear how hard he was trying to keep his breathing even. “Old habits.” He huffed and set the gun down on the table. “What are you doing up, anyway?”

Cas shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’m not quite as used to human processes as Jack yet.” 

Dean grinned slightly. “Yeah, well, the kid’s a teenager. He needs it.”

“The kid’s three.” Cas corrected. He crossed his legs and faced Dean on the couch like he was the kid.

“Makes my point even better then.” Cas just smiled at him in reply. Dean fidgeted, uncomfortable with the attention, even though he was sure Cas was just as tired as he was.

Cas seemed to recognize it. He frowned and took Dean’s hand in his, running his fingers over the creases of his palm. Luckily he either didn’t notice or ignored how clammy they were. “Dean… do you feel okay?” He spoke softly and calmly, but Dean recognized the tone. It was something new they’d developed since Cas had come back from The Empty, since they’d started dating. It was this tone that they used when they wanted the truth, even though they knew it was uncomfortable.

Dean felt dumb answering. “Yeah, I mean… I’m fine. I mean… look at me, all my fingers and toes are there and everything.” he wiggled his fingers in Cas’s grip, which earned him a little smile. “I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Cas. I know it’s all over, but…  I still get nervous. Over nothing.” He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, letting the anxiety settle into place. “I’ve woken up every night this week and cleared the bunker.” 

The admission didn’t take Cas off guard at all. At least, not that he showed. He squeezed Dean’s hand and put another on the back of his neck. His hands were cool and steady, and they made Dean feel a little more anchored. “Are you anxious right now?” Dean took the hand away from his face and nodded. He gripped Cas’s hand and raised it to his chest so he could feel his heartbeat racing away. Cas nodded. He leaned in to Dean, kissing his soft and sweet.

“I haven’t been able to sleep because I keep thinking I’m going to come out of my room and it’ll all be gone.” He admitted quietly. “You, Jack, Sam, Eileen. It feels like if I stay out here, in the open, there isn’t a chance for it all to disappear.” 

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. He understood, of course he did. But the thought of Cas staying out here all night feeling bad, it made him hurt. “Why didn’t you come get me?” 

Cas smiled, quirking an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you?”

Dean shrugged and kissed his knuckles. “Touche.” He couldn’t tell if touching Cas like this was making his anxiety better or worse. On the one hand, getting to touch Cas and be soft with him made him feel giddy and scarily lucky. On the other hand, it also made him feel all kinds of butterflies, the sense of disbelief that this man loved him still lingering. He decided it was worth it either way, and knocked his knuckles against Cas’s leg. “Come on, come to bed with me.” 

Cas paused, eyebrows raising.

“Oh come on, I don’t mean like that.” he grinned easily. “At least, not right now.” The blush crept up his cheeks again. Flirting with Cas was his newest extreme sport. “Just, maybe if I’m there you won’t feel like everything’s about to disappear.” 

Cas looked way too flattered at the proposition. God he was cute. “On one condition. Wake me up if you hear a noise?” 

Dean laughed. “Are you sure? You need your beauty rest.” 

Cas scowled at him. “Is that an insult?”

“Eh, you’ve looked worse.” Dean quirked his lips. He was almost cuter when he was annoyed.

“Oh really? Like when?” 

“Like that one time in the barn when you told me you loved me?” 

“Oh, you mean the time I was dying?” Cas scoffed.

Dean nodded. “Yeah. You looked like shit.”

Cas shook his head and seemed to remember their conversation. “I mean it. Wake me up.” 

Dean’s smile faded as he thought it over. Maybe he could wake Cas up with a few kisses, convince him to go for a night drive or something instead of stalking around the house. “Okay, fine. But no being grumpy.” 

“Me? Dean, you are a nightmare to wake up.” 

“Is that an insult?” 

“Yes.” 

Dean laughed and grabbed Cas by the hand, leading him to his bedroom. That sleep was the best either of them had gotten in weeks.

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[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 3

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 4,010

WARNINGS: Cursing, Attempted R*pe scene, Deliberate Intoxication of a Character 

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 6 months now. She has proper pay and she thinks she regained some normalcy in another world. However, trouble has struck the Shelby’s and Thomas has plans for her. Will she remain safe as he’s promised her?

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER TWO  CHAPTER 3.2

A/N: So, I forgot to add something very important. I am not from Liverpool. I do not know the proper way scousers talk. I’ve done some research and watched movies, but I will not advocate that it’s perfect. If y’all want it gone, it will be gone. PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS!!

It's been six months. I'm kind of an official part of the Shelby family. People part the streets for me and greet me. I'm paid two pounds, but John gives me a couple shillings whenever I go home for the day. I have no clue how much I make. I don’t exactly have enough time in me day to count up all me savings right now. I’m being led by the reins like a horse. 

I have a little routine now and what can I say? It gives me peace! Sometimes- I have to admit, there'll be nights where I had cried about not being with me own family. However, it's not like I have the mental capacity to try and change my current situation, so I'm rolling with the punches. 

I was folding clothes in the living room when Thomas bursted through the doors. 

"I'm calling a family meeting for tonight, 8." Thomas said and then pointed at me. "Aliena, be there. Okay? Okay." Then, he walked right back out. From the distant slam of a door, I knew he had gone into his office. 

I looked to Polly who was already staring at me. 

"That fucking boy! Do you know what's goin' on, Ali?"

I shook me head, furiously. 

She just sighed and said. "I guess we're finding out tonight. Finish folding, love, then come help me with dinner."

"Okay, Pol."

As I was folding, all I could focus on was me anticipation. I wanted time to move faster.

I knew the information wasn't about me lies. If he had wanted to confront me about that he would have done it privately or only in the audience of Polly. It wasn't 1919 meaning that season one hasn't begun yet. So, maybe it has something to do about Thomas fixing races? No, that's right! He didn't tell anyone about it! Wonder what it's gonna be then?

Eight rolled around and the family was waiting for Thomas to start. I was over by the doors blocking Finn from geggin' in. 

"Right, I called this family meeting because we got a problem. This problem's name is Harry Chadwick. He's been seen following us and our men around. It would seem that he's a new small time copper looking to make a promotion. Now, some of you are wondering why I invited Aliena to this meeting and I'll get to that in a second. I am going to meet with Chadwick in 3 days time." 

Roars of outrage poured from the family. 

"I am going to meet with him! I told him that I got information on Billy Kimber, and that I'm willing to do a stitch on him in exchange to keep quiet about our doings. I've discovered that Mr. Chadwick frequents Mr. Zhang's brothel whenever he gets tired of spying on the lot of us. Mr. Zhang told me that he preferred his… women on the younger side." Thomas looked at me and I instantly knew his plan. 

I swallowed harshly before looking back down at me feet. A million thoughts went into me head. 

‘Was this a test? Is this me proving me loyalty? What if I go through with it, and he doesn't stop him in time? Why would he do this to me?’

"Like hell, Thomas! She's just a girl!" Polly yelled while gesturing toward me. 

Thomas nodded in response. "Yes, Polly. She's a girl, who'll catch that bastard's attention! Now, if you'd let me finish! I was gonna tell you that I plan on killing 'em. She'll just be a distraction, and I'll let no harm come to her." The look in his eyes was intense. It was almost like he was trying to telepathically reassure me. 

‘This is a test. This is a test about loyalty, I just know it is.’

Polly and Thomas started arguing while I debated over it. 

I sighed. "I'll do it."

They stopped fighting. 

"What?" Polly asked, looking at me with disbelief written in her face. 

"I'll do it." I repeated with a clearer voice and me head held high. Thomas and I stared at each other until he gave me a nod. 

"There you have it, Pol. She made her choice. She's a big girl." 

Polly scoffed and began fighting with him again. I listen to John bud in and then Arthur shortly. I heard them, but it was like white noise. I was breathing quicker. But just as soon as I was consciously aware of the fact, I held me breath for a while and relaxed meself. The way me brain worked would never let meself freak out in me entirety. I've never experienced a complete panic attack. I always had the strength to snap meself out of it. That didn't mean that the effects went away any quicker. In fact, I knew this feeling of dread would follow me until we were actually enacting his plan.  

I let meself out without, being like, allowed to. That night I didn't sleep. I just pondered over the grim possibilities that could occur three nights from now. 

It was finally the day, and I am terrified. I was allowed to sleep in. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I ate breakfast and lunch that wasn't made by me, and then Polly told me that she had prepared a bath. I was to scrub meself spotless and shave. 

As if I was really a prostitute. 

On the flip side, this body of mine didn't have your common body hair. I had no hair on me body except for me private part, me eyebrows, and well- me hair. See I hated having body hair with a passion, so it was nice having smooth legs with no stubble. 

Polly kept talking to me as if I were a child. She kept reassuring me that Thomas would never let anything happen to me. It was nice to see her worrying about me as if I were her daughter. Some days it really felt like that. After the bath, I was dressed in garments that were really rather in its best condition. It seemed like silk. I put it on with no protest. Polly even tried helping me with that. Then she went on to do me hair. It was beautiful, really. She put me hair in a bun with a single braid. Me hair framed me face just how I liked it.

She did me makeup next. I wanted to stop her, but I didn't have the heart to. I looked in the mirror and admired her work. The foundation didn't match me skin tone. It made me appear whiter than I was. But this was how women did it in this era, and I thought I still looked pretty. I smiled at meself even though I wished we were doing this under better circumstances. 

Finally, the dress. It was a dark, maybe, navy blue. It's sleeves reached to me elbows, and it was a rather loose dress. I'm so used to wearing tighter one's than this one, feels like a sleeping gown.

"You look absolutely beautiful. Oh, look at you! Just like a dream." Polly said with her hands together in a prayer against her lips.

She rushed to me and rubbed me arms up and down. "Tommy won't let anything happen to you, Aliena. After this, I'll make sure you'll never be in this side of the business again. You'll just be taking care of the kids and doing the chores again, I promise! No more Peaky Blinder business." 

I nodded. "Okay, Polly." I put on a grin while smoothing out the dress. 

I was only allowed a few moments to meself before Thomas shouted for me. 

"We better get down there then. Quicker we get it down, the sooner you both come home." She said as she pulled the door open and led me down.

As we were doing down the stairs, the three Shelby brothers were talking at the bottom of it. Upon hearing our heels, their gazes snapped on me. I noticed Thomas was wearing his usual suits, nothing out of the ordinary. 

"Ain't she a sight!" Arthur yelled. 

"Ali, you look absolutely beautiful. I think I'm fallin' in love!" John yelled. 

I scoffed and shook me head. "Thank you, Arthur. And John, shut your trap." I was able to slap him across the chest. 

He flinched, quite dramatically, while snickering. But then this hush of silence washed over us, and it was like we were all waiting for what Thomas had to say. 

Thomas cleared his throat and muttered. "Come on, then." He extended his elbow for me and I took it. 

We said our goodbyes then left. It was weird being in the passenger side of a car in the UK. American cars were different. I'm so used to being on the opposite side. As he drove, I took in the views. I loved car rides so much! God, I missed this. 

"I'm sure you already know this, but I know you're lying to us." Thomas said while taking a drag. "You don't have a birth certificate, no record of any sort. I couldn't even find your father's war record. So, even though you are a hard worker, you've lied to us. After this… If you do it well and complete what needs to be done, I'll let your lies slip and accept you into this family."

Me heart was beating in my ears. Me face was hot. "Okay, Thomas." I whispered. After that, it was quiet for a while. 

Then, Thomas broke it. "So, do you, maybe, want to tell me the truth?"

I scoffed, looking out the window. Even though there really wasn’t one. "You wouldn't even believe me." 

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t fully anticipate him investigating me. I just thought it would be normal for a girl to show up with no papers. I was caught in a blag and like a brat, I wanted this conversation to be done with.

"Try me."

I don't know if I could contain my annoyance. 

How the fuck could I explain it to him when I didn't understand this situation much meself! If I did tell him the truth, I figure he'll get me thrown in an asylum. 

I went to massage me eyes, but then remembered that they had makeup on ‘em, so I slapped me hands on me thighs. 

"Well, I'm not from here. At all! I'm from another universe or Earth. To me, you and your family are characters on a TV show called Peaky Blinders. Do you believe me?" I revealed to him while staring out the window. I couldn’t bear to face him.

He didn't answer for a good solid 5 minutes. "Well, it has to be that. Or, you lied about your dad being in the war and your family avoided records with home births. That you're Gypsy kin ‘cause there have been too many times that you have looked like you know something I don't, and being a Gypsy would explain that. So, yeah, I believe you." 

I pursed me lips while leaning my head on me fist as I leaned my arm on the window. 

'He doesn't believe me. A blessing in disguise.'

"Yep, you got me. So why don't you tell me what we're really going to this bloke's house for? I know it's not for the bullshit you spat at the meeting." 

Thomas squinted his eyes at me. "How did you know I lied?"

I rolled me eyes. "Since Billy Kimber came out your mouth. What does Mr. Chadwick have to do with you planning to fix races?"

I turned me head to him and stared. His head was down, eyes on the floor of the car. His eyes darting back and forth rapidly. His Adam's apple bobbed and he said, "He's got something I need to actually fix those races. He's not a cop. But he does want information on Kimber and I'm going to feed him false information. Not like he'll be able to check, though."

While gazing at me fingernails, I hummed. "Thank you for your candor, Thomas."

After that, we didn't talk. When we pulled up to the house, he got out and then walked over to my side. I took his arm like before and we walked to the door. It wasn't a mansion, but it was a nice house. A maid opened the door and told us that we had been expected. We were led to a room that must have been the lounge area. There was a bar at the far right side and a pool table in the middle, but the room was still small. 

"Ah, Mr. Shelby! So, good to see you!" Mr. Chadwick had to be the most stereotypical pedophile I've ever seen. 

Mentally, I was giving meself a prayer and hoping that my discomfort was not showing on me face.  

Thomas greeted him back. They shook hands and that's when creepy decided to lock eyes on me. 

"Why, Mr. Shelby! Who is this enchanting young lady?" I watched as his hand slipped from Thomas' hand and reached for mine. 

I reluctantly gave him me hand to shake when he clasped both of his hands over mine and started to stroke it. I could feel the muscles in me face ache, so I knew I was still smiling. 

"This is Ali. She works for me Aunt." Thomas replied. 

Mr. Chadwick greeted me, but it's like I knew that he was trying to make it sound sensual. I wanted to die! I just gave him one back and he finally dropped me hand. 

"Well, enough with the pleasantries! Let's negotiate." Mr. Chadwick said as he walked over to his desk. 

We all gathered around the desk when Mr. Chadwick offered drinks. Thomas and I both declined and sat down. After that, they dove straight into business talk. As much as it hurts me pride, I couldn't follow what they were saying. So all I did was pretend to be engaged. I smiled whenever his eyes lined up to mine. I tilted me head to the side to, I guess, show off me neck. Other times, I raised me chest and used other cues to get his attention towards my tits. 

"You know what, Mr. Shelby, the agreement was set upon me getting rid of the information I have on your family. But not on yourself. How about you let me have her and we call it a deal?" Mr. Chadwick said while looking me up and down like I was fucking scran!

Thomas cleared his throat saying, "You're goin' to have to be more specific. I can't let you have her forever. She's my Aunt's employee. So, the most I could offer is an hour."

Mr. Chadwick scoffed. "The rest of the night."

"45 minutes." 

"3 hours."

"1 hour."

"Hour and a half." 

"Deal." 

They rose and shook hands. I wanted to show me disgust. I felt absolutely nauseated. I just felt this pit in me stomach grow more and more. 

Thomas placed his hand on me shoulder and I looked up at him. He nodded and said. "I'll be out in the hall."

"You can have my maid entertain you, Mr. Shelby!" 

Thomas had already walked out of the room. I huffed. Me gaze went to the bar. 

"Do you fancy a drink, Ali?" He asked me. 

I got up from me chair. I was shaking. I just knew I had to look like Bambi when he was learning how to walk. "I could go for something. A glass of water would be fine." I said while tucking a strand of me hair behind me ear. 

Mr. Chadwick laughed as he walked over to his bar. "I think you're gonna want something stronger than water, dear. Ever try gin?"

I shook me head. "No. No, I haven't. Water's just fine." I slowly walked closer to him. He was behind the bar as he poured the drinks. But he managed to quickly stride toward me. He handed me me drink and I took a gulp of it. The cold water was refreshing, but I couldn't help but notice he was staring at me while I drank the water. 

I wanted to furrow me eyebrows at him, but instead I gave him a smile. 

"So, how old are you, Ali?"

"16."

"Your accent, you're a scouser, aren’t cha?"

"Yes, sir, born and raised."

He hummed after that. I just awkwardly held the glass in me hand while shifting from one foot to the other. 

"How did you meet, Mr. Shelby?"

"Uh, I was looking for a job and one of his brother's kids were out playing on the street. I managed to keep… him calm enough to get him… home. Apparently…, that was like… a miracle and… I was offered… a job. " I was feeling dizzy and it was getting harder to breathe. 

I held me hand up while I pressed the hand holding de’ water against me chest. The glass was colder than I thought. " 'm… sorry. I… really need… to get some… air!" I went to turn away from ‘em when he grabbed me and pulled me to him. 

I gasped for breath. I whimpered as he placed his forehead on mine. 

He whispered. "God, you're so cute. Look how short you are and those tits. You've been wanting me all night. Don't try to deny it, you little minx. I bet you're all wet and ready for me." He started to nip and kiss me neck which made me flinch. 

'I can't breathe. I can't breathe!' 

Me legs soon gave out and he rushed us to the pool table. The pain the shot through me back as the table dug into me hips made me wince. He lifted me up ‘n sat me down on it, and me body fell limply on the table. The glass of water slipped out of me hand, but it didn’t fall since it didn’t make a sound. 

I limply attempted hitting him, kicking him! They were weak hits. They barely did anything to him. I knew they were annoying him, though. 

I kept trying to scream at the top of me lungs, but all that came out were hoarse whispers. I knew this feeling, familiar with it and I still hated it. 

He stopped fiddling with his belt, grabbed me arms, pinned them down. "Stay fucking still!" 

He kept me hands pinned and me head lopped to the side. Me gaze was on the doors from where Thomas and I entered. Me vision was getting blurrier with me tears. I took a deep loud breath and choked on a sob. I heard his belt fall to the ground. 

"Tommy." I chanted. I kept saying his name. I felt him start to shimmy up me dress 'til I felt all of me legs exposed. Me heart was beating faster than ever. Something just clicked as I screamed, "Tommy!" 

And like a fucking hero, he bursted through the doors and shot the bastard. The guy groaned as he fell to the ground, and a second shot rang throughout the room. 

I stopped crying, but realized I really was paralyzed since I couldn’t pick meself back up. Me adrenaline was going down, and I just wanted to go to sleep. I heard Tommy’s thundering footsteps as he ran to me. I felt as he tugged down me dress, and then picked up me torso by me armpits. He stroked me face. I thought it was a caring touch, but realized he was probably wiping the tears. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was late, Aliena." Thomas whispered. His face was red and his jaw clenched.

I tried to tell him, "Nothing happened yet. So you weren't late." It fell on deaf ears.

He shook his head. "I was late…" He tugged me a little forward and then carried me bridal-style. 

I heard a faint crunch that was familiar to glass. 

'Huh! Maybe it was the glass falling that actually alerteded him and not my supposed shout.'

As we walked out, I saw the maid dead on the floor as well as a butler that was near the front door. He carried me to the passenger seat and laid me down then left. I was really fucking uncomfortable, but I still wanted to go to sleep. I let me eyelids flutter shut. 

"Oi, Aliena! Aliena, wake up! Wake up." Thomas shouted at me while tapping my face. 

I whimpered loudly but opened me eyes nonetheless. 

"Attagirl! Good girl, Aliena. Now, we're going home. Okay?" Tommy wrapped his free arm around me shoulder and me face was tucked into his side. His touch was comforting. His slow strokes on me back reminded me of me ma’. This made me start crying again to the point where I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Almost there, Ali. You're alright now. Fuck!" Our bodies jolted as Tommy struck the steering wheel. 

The cold night wind was refreshing. I tried focusing on that. I wanted to just curl up, sleep, and be able to get over it tomorrow. I'll get over it tomorrow. 

I wanted to enjoy this moment as I snuggled up to Thomas Shelby, but I couldn't! 

I always wanted to know what his cologne smells like and now I still wouldn’t know since my nose is stuffy ‘n runny.

Me sobs turned into sniffles and it took sometime before we actually made it back to the house. It was a series of Tommy keeping me awake and me crying about it. 

Tommy carried me out of the car and ran up to the door. He started pounding on it 'til Pol opened the door. 

She gasped and shouted. "What-!"

Tommy didn't let her finish. He rushed past her and sat me down on the couch. Me body was still limp, so me head fell back and me arms slumped to me sides. 

"What the hell, Thomas! You said nothing would happen!"

"There were more people in his house than I thought and got held up. He didn't manage to do anything to her yet, but he drugged her." 

"Fucking christ! Make sure she doesn't fuckin’ fall asleep! She needs to drink water."

Polly's last comment got to me. It reminded me of me ma’ getting me milk when I was too high. I started to chuckle and tried asking them for milk. Tommy leaned his ear close to me mouth and then shouted for milk instead. I was still laughing, but it came out breathily. 

I could hear Polly yell for Arthur and I tried following her voice but that meant turning my head. Which made me close me eyes. Tommy tugged me face where it originally was and ordered me to stay awake. I attempted to stick me tongue out at him. 

Aunt Polly came back. She put a wet cold towel on me head and put the straw in me mouth. I instantly started drinking it. 

"Slowly, love." Polly whispered as she started to wipe me face and neck with the towel. "Slowly, love."

When I was done having a drink, I tried lifting up me arms and it happened very slowly. I slowly pushed the cup away from me. I didn't really realize that it was Tommy holding it. 

"I don't blame you." I tried saying. 

Polly sucked on her teeth. "Her fucking speech is slurred." By the end of her sentence, her voice was shaking. They fretted over me for a while until Polly said that she was going to have me be in warm water. 

Thomas and Arthur helped me up the stairs. In the end, Polly was the only one in my room. She undressed me and helped me into the water. I could honestly say the water woke me up!

When I got most of me motor functions back, Polly got me out, helped me get dressed, tucked me into bed, and I fell asleep.

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Nothing but the Truth - Pt.8

The Resolution

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader        Word count: 4070

Summary: A fake dating AU.  You’ve been moping for two days now; despite some surprising visitors in your hospital room, there was one person who haven’t made it yet. It’s just your dumb luck it was the one person that mattered very much.

Warnings: swearing, light angst, brief mentions of violence, fluff, extra dialogue-heavy chapter

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The first thing your foggy brain registered as you woke up was that you must have a flu. There was no other explanation for how you felt.

Every single muscle, every single joint in your body, simply everything hurt and was so, so heavy… confusing images flickered through your mind, images of a dark room and the burning blue of irises, the pain and the poor attempt at a smile, the ring and leather straps, the maniacal grin on the vendor’s face—it was all adding to the splitting headache that was keeping you from opening your eyes; because no, no sharp light, thank you very much-

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” a velvety voice caressed your ears, gentle fingers lightly squeezing your hand. “You had us worried.”

Mind still fuzzy, you groaned, attempting to squeeze the warm hand back, but with zero result.

God, why is it so, so hard to move--

“I’ll call a doctor, yeah?”

Grunting something incomprehensible in disagreement, because fuck it, I just want to sleep, you drifted back into blissful ignorance, not having a care for the world.

When you woke up again, it was to Sam’s concerned gaze and you did not like that expression on his face one bit.

To your utter shock, he was soon replaced by Tony Stark; though Sam still stayed in your corner while the billionaire gushed about how you had led them right to the bad guy.

“He was crazy, alright. His brain was a like bag of cats and that coming from me? Real deal. Anyway… we couldn’t save anyone else. He was… eh, systematic. Putting trackers into the rings, stalking the couples and then he moved onto his mission of testing the true love bullshit and everyone failed, so he had the shocks to-“

Sam cleared his throat meaningfully as you winced, the ghost of the very unpleasant sensation running through your nerve endings, biting chill curling at the base of your spine, flashes of Steve’s face, the mask, the vendor, the chairs and the electricity crackling-

“Sorry. Just wanted to say… you did really great. You saved a lot of lives by helping us to lock him away. You basically entered the hero kindergarten,” Stark announced almost brightly, earning another ahem from your friend.

You smiled at the genius tiredly. “I’m not planning on joining your superhero group, Mr-“ you faltered when he made a face, “-Tony. And… I’d feel better if we could have—if the people who were taken-“

“Hey. Not your fault,” Sam interrupted you swiftly, voice as serious as his face. “You did amazing and I hope you’re never getting into this kind of shit ever again.”

Now he looked like a father torn between being proud of his kid punching a bully to their face and being exasperated because the said kid had earned an exclusion from school for it. To be fair, he possibly felt exactly like that.

“Yeaaaah, I guess that’s my cue,” Tony backed out with an awkward grin, stopping in the doorway to toss few more words over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry for the delay. The deactivated trackers took us a while. Get better, hon!”

You couldn’t but grin at his demeanor, but your mood instantly shifted back to grim when you saw the look on Sam’s face. The air of an overexcited genius which Stark was carrying around was sucked out of the room, suddenly making it hard for you to breathe as the horror images filled your mind once more.

You shook your head and gulped, trying to push them back to the corner, focusing on something else entirely; namely on the black eye which Tony was nursing, one of which had a good idea how happened.

“You gave him the black eye, didn’t you?”

Sam’s furrowed brows rose at the probably unexpected remark, but he didn’t bother lying. “Damn right, I did.”

Who would have guessed that two days, only 48 hours, could last an eternity?

You would.

You knew; you had your fair share of experiencing that. Still, every hour crushed your chest as Tony Stark visited once more, Sam was at your bedside at nearly all times, Irma came to see you, hell, even Natasha freaking Romanoff stopped by and yet, yet, no Steve in sight.

Sam had told you he was busy; you could imagine. He must have probably been filling out mission reports, recovering himself, had to answer to authorities, to reporters-- and your eyes filled with stupid and pathetic tears when you thought of the reporters every single time.

Recalling your own encounter with the sensation-hungry sharks, the intrusive memory of the interview wormed its way to your brain and more importantly, to your heart; a memory of the time when everything had seemed alright, better even, almost as if there could be something more —and then Steve had said yes--- and then-

Then all you had was a hazy memory of his voice at your ear when you had been pulled out of unconsciousness, a wistful dream, a fata-morgana which you made up to console your mind when your body couldn’t quite comprehend the exhaustion and pain tearing you from your sleep only to slip back again.

He hadn’t come.

For two full days, he wouldn’t as much as shoot you a text, send flowers or something awfully sweet and Steve-like and you were starting to question just how much of what had happened down there you only imagined.

You were almost certain he had said he loved you, you would swear on it even; but if it truly happened and Steve was still not showing up, well… then it opened a whole new number of possibilities of what his motivation could be.

You refused to believe he didn’t care at all. However, you had met Steve a while ago and if you understood something about him, it was that his sense of duty was just a tiny bit inferior to his sense of loyalty. In other words, he would look out for his friends, as much as they would look out for him – more even.

So, even when Steve was supposedly busy – unless he was out of the country, naturally – he would let himself to be dragged out of the gym, out of his office, dragged away from anything that seemed urgent, yet not urgent enough for him to refuse Sam or anyone else who was concerned and insistent enough.

Hence you coming to the conclusion that he simply didn’t want to spent a single second in your presence, because he had in fact figured out that you had been about to confess your feelings to him and now he was doing everything to avoid you, because he had somehow tricked the machine when saying that stupid ‘yes’ and he had no clue how to turn you down gently now-- because Steve was nothing short of gentle.

Yep, that was your elaborate theory.

Say yay for your super-inventive brain, you thought darkly. And try not to choke at the thought of Steve ghosting you for the rest of your life.

Burying your face in the pillow and letting it soak up with your tears, you lulled yourself to sleep, grateful there was no one in your room at the moment to witness your break-down.

You were woken up from your slumber by three swift knocks on your door. It snapped you to full consciousness at instant, mostly because there weren’t many people who bothered to knock; it was quite common for them – and that included the doctors – to simply enter.

That difference in approach was essential, because your mind traitorously drifted towards the idea of Steve finally paying you a visit and it was both exciting and mortifying.

Also, it gave you hope of which you were certain would be crashed the moment the door open, so there was that.

The knocks echoed in the room once more, this time softer, as if the person behind the door worried about intruding your sleep.

Huh. Cute and considerate. How could you not get your hopes up at that?

“Uhm… come in,” you encouraged the mystery person cautiously, your heart nearly giving out when a blond head hesitantly poked in.

Yep, it’s Steve.

Or maybe I’m just high and I’m imagining him.

Hard to tell.

He offered you the weakest of smiles as if he could hear your thoughts and whispered a very shy ‘hi’.

You felt your heartbeat pounding in your temples in panic and excitement.

“Steve… uhm. H-hey. What-eh- what are you doing here?”

You would have been ashamed for stuttering like an idiot, except you were too busy freaking out over looking like a hobo, having red-rimmed eyes and chest filled with dread at this encounter, feelings spoken and unspoken sitting heavily in your ribcage—and well, generally just losing your mind.

Also, Steve was unable to speak like a normal person as well, so that helped. “I-uhm… came to check up on you.”

He stepped fully into the doorway and you expected him to come all the way in. Instead, he wavered there, not quite entering and it only caused your chest to tighten. You swallowed against the lump in your throat, trying your best to seem collected and not like desperately looking for a clue, anything to give away a single of his thoughts.

Was he hesitating because he wasn’t sure if he was welcomed after ghosting you or was it because he wanted to have an escape route open? He was a strategist, after all; it would be wise to have a chance at escaping the moment he sensed the situation going off rails.

A somewhat torn expression crossed over his face, followed by an expectant one, and you realized he must have been waiting for you to lead.

Again.

Ever the gentleman.

You would have appreciated it and possibly melt into a puddle of sappy goo, because Steve was a sweetheart always… except you hadn’t a clue what you wanted and where you wanted this to lead—well, you did know, but you doubted that would happen.

Your heart ached, a reminder of his confession possibly not being sincere and you being left on your own in your pining.

Shaking your head to free yourself from the cage of your own mind, you attempted a small smile, one that probably came off as super-awkward.

But he needed to cut you some slack, alright.

“Oh. I’m fine,” you finally said, answering the question not quite asked. “I mean… my head spins a little-“ And you’re not helping. “-but mostly I’m here because Tony Stark is being an overbearing ass. I don’t think he would admit that, but he probably feels guilty.”

It was another conclusion your brilliant mind had come to. You know, apart from the fact Steve was ghosting you because he was waking up in cold sweat dreaming about you being interested in him and all that.

But why were you telling him about Tony? Were you really that desperate to see him for a bit longer that you babbled? So desperately trying to postpone the inevitable conversation for later, because once it happened… God only knew what the outcome would be?

Your ears might have been playing tricks on you, but you would swear you heard him murmur ‘I know how that feels’ under his breath.

Hm.

“Good,” he stated, nodding his head as if he needed to assure himself that it was indeed good. “Uhm… it’s good that you’re almost fine.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

He was still standing in the doorway and your eyes started burning with unshed tears.

Small talk. Awkwardness. Things unsaid, hanging in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Was this how it was going to be between the two of you now?

And what else did you expect it would be like after you pretended to be a couple? After you kissed? And got tortured together, just in the case you forgot about that?

“What about you?” you forced yourself to ask, willing your voice not to crack. “How you’ve been?”

“Huh? Oh, uhm. Good. Yeah, good. Busy.”

“Right. I-- uhm… I bet-“

“No, actually… that’s a lie.”

You blinked, utterly taken aback at the blatant admission. It was so unlike Steve to be this cruelly honest that you barely registered that his words felt like a punch to your face.

Not that you had ever been punched to your face. Only nearly electrocuted. Which you guessed wasn’t any better.

“Oh.”

Steve shook his head, chuckling bitterly, still not moving from the fucking doorway and you wished you were in his place, so you could just flee.

“I spent half of the time staring at a wall in my office.”

“Oh… uhm.” And like an idiot, because you were one and you had no clue how to react besides bursting into tears, because he hadn’t come to see you and had been staring at a wall instead, you said: “I mean… I guess Stark Tower has some pretty interesting walls.”

This time when he chuckled, the sound was just as breathless, but lighter. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and gestured towards the chair by your bed.

“May I?”

No. Nope. You let him in here and the more you look at him and do small talk, the more you’ll want to cry. Tell him no-

“Sure.”

Idiot.

Closing the door and finding his seat, he spoke again.

“Thank you. I… I should have visited. But… I spent hours and hours wondering how to apologize, and I know that it isn’t the best excuse, but I- you--“

You tried to blink away your tears, grateful for Steve staring at the bedsheets and not watching your face when talking. That would be pretty humiliating if he saw your awe-struck, humiliated and entirely confused face; this already was enough.

Apologize? For what? For lying and getting away with it? For telling the truth and then ignoring you? For pretending to care? For caring and suddenly not caring enough? Or for what?

What, what, what-  

“-what happened in that basement-“ he continued and the tone he spoke with was already too much to bear— you knew at instant that you didn’t want the answers to your questions.

Not if it meant that you‘d have your heart broken, a wedge driven into the already wide enough raw crack in it.

“Steve-“

“I got you hurt. And I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning his elbows onto his thighs, fingers interlacing as his hands hang loosely between his knees. Wait, what? “I am so, so sorry. That never should have happened-“

Your heart skipped a pleased and relieved beat.

You shouldn’t be getting your hopes up just yet – this wasn’t about what you thought it was, he wasn’t telling you he hadn’t been lying down there, but this possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind. It should have, it made perfect sense that he was feeling guilty, because he was the captain of the team, responsible for them—

You were so wrapped up in your own head, clinging to the fact he admitted he loved you (or not, who the fuck knew), that you hadn’t even considered this.

The revelation explained so much and sounded much more like him than you could imagine and your mind started racing with new possibilities. Maybe… maybe he didn’t—or did he- this was far from him denying that he never wanted to talk to you again and had literally nothing to do with your little truth-or-lie issue, yet you felt an enormous weight fell from your shoulders, a blanket of lead that had been lying on your chest for a while now lift.

You wiggled up so you could sit straighter in the bed.

“Steve, that guy was insane. He drugged you with god knows what, he had you-- wired to something-“

“We shouldn’t have been there in the first place.“

Oh. Oh.

You gulped, your head pounding all over again, ribcage constricting.

Yeah. You supposed that was true. It didn’t mean that it hurt less; no, hearing him to say it out loud hurt more, actually, however, you tried your best to focus on the problem at hand, which was giving Steve whatever forgiveness he craved, no matter it wasn’t his fault in the first place.

“Well. I was the first to agree, if I remember correctly and you were radically against. So if anything, I kinda got us into that mess, so-…”

His cerulean eyes bored into yours, sorrow, self-torment and stubbornness incarnated, as he interrupted you.

“Maybe, but I agreed then and I promised to protect you. You trusted me and I failed you,” he accented, anger lacing his voice. He sighed then when he took a note of that and slowly breathed in and out, sounding much softer when he spoke again. “I’m sorry.”

It was as if you hadn’t said a word in the past minute.

“Steve, you’re… you’re just human. Serum or not, you’re- hell, even superman had his kryptonite and he’s fictional. You’re just— what--what he did to me--- after which I’ll be alright, by the way – that happening doesn’t make you any less of a hero,” you explained sincerely, minutely forgetting your weeping uncertain heart. “I know that you did everything you could. You don’t need to apologize for that.”

The implication that there was something else he should apologize for hang heavy in the air.

“I… about what I said down there-“

“Steve, don’t. You don’t need to explain anything. Whatever happened, however you managed to do that-“

“You think I lied,” he stated dully and you avoided his gaze at that.

You didn’t respond.

If you were being honest, you weren’t sure what to think anymore. Everything was just so damn confusing; his yes, his apology, his sorrow, him avoiding you… it was making you dizzy and it all the wondering had you honestly exhausted.

“I’m a coward.”

That got you snap your head back to him, hundreds of question marks in your eyes. “What?”

A humorless chuckle was the answer.

“I didn’t lie. I mean, I did lie down there once, and the machine caught that. And I got you hurt-“

You wanted to protest, because you’d been over this, but his previous words rang in your ears, confusing and disgustingly hopeful.

He hesitantly reached for your hand, gingerly taking it between both of his own, thumbs tenderly caressing its back. You swallowed the choked noise threatening to escape your throat at the soft touch; deliberate, yet seemingly not uncomfortable to him.

“I was forced to admit how I felt right after I got you hurt and I had no single clue what to do with that. Still don’t. I-I spend hours just sitting here and staring, trying to figure out-“

You successfully – ha, you wished – tuned out the first part, focusing on the latter one, not any less surprising.

“You’ve been here?”

He seemed distracted by that question. “Yeah, uhm-“

“Were… were you here when I woke up?” you asked, another foggy memory flickering in front of your eyes, a memory of him in the chair, the concerned frown on his face, dark circles under his dry eyes, raspy voice-

“You… you remember that? You weren’t even conscious for a full minute. You were out again before the doctor arrived, both times.”

‘Both times.’ He had witnessed you conscious twice.

Just how long had he spent here by your sleeping form?

“I thought-“ I though that I dreamed that up. Apparently, you hadn’t. He… he had been there with you. Oh. “I—so you- oh.”

He waited patiently before all of his words registered in your brain; including the ones about-

“You… weren’t lying?” you asked breathlessly, astonished and warmed from inside out for the second time in the past few days as the realization took roots in your brain, finding the remnants of your previous belief and euphoria.

“No. Not when I- when I said-”

“-yes,” you finished for him, your lips parting in amazement, your heart fluttering in joy.

There was no need to specify which question you were talking about – it was clear as day; about the only one that truly mattered.

“And I’m an idiot. I hurt you again, letting you think that I didn’t care at all and I should have come here, but I had no idea what to do next and if you-- what did you think about it- and I got you hurt-“

“We’ve been over this. Not your fault,” you chastised his distractedly, staring at his face because he was breathtaking and he… he-

His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously and you couldn’t but give him the reassurance he was no doubt seeking; you knew you would in his place.

“I… I was about to say yes. And it wouldn’t have been a lie either,” you offered quietly, a slow smile spreading on your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He gave you a watery smile, tears still crinkling in the corners of his eyes as he carefully raised your hand, watching every micro-expression on your face, searching for the tinniest trace of disapproval; finding none, his lips brushed your knuckles with the gentlest kiss.

You melted into the pillow, feeling warm all over, your smile turning goofy as you finally, finally got your answer and wanted to scream it at the top of your lungs, because it was delightful.

Steve loved you.

Steve loves me.

And you loved him.

There was a mess for you to deal with for sure, a lot of explaining ahead, but… what else than the fact that you loved each other was important here?

Nothing. Not really, not at the moment at least.

Something told you this might be the true start of a beautiful relationship.

The non-faked kind.

--and you hunch turned out to be true.

The next day, the very hour of your discharge from the med-wing, Steve was waiting for you; all ready with a car to drive you home, a bouquet of cream-colored tulips in his hand to make your day downright wonderful and for some reason, also with daggers in his glare whenever he sized up the nice doctor who had been keeping you company until Steve arrived.

It earned Steve a kiss on his cheek as he led you to the car with his palm lightly resting on your lower back and if your lips brushed his before you got in, well, no one needed to know.

“Mr. Wilson, you wished me to tell you when the confessions would be made. They were just now.”

Sam glanced up from the screen and stopped scrolling mindlessly through his phone, letting out a long exhale.

Judging by the not-so-ominous tone of the AI – nope, he would never get over the fact that an artificial intelligence could speak in different ways and be sassy on top of everything – the talk didn’t end up tragically. At least Sam hoped; he didn’t think there had been much space for messing it up worse, to be honest.

“Thanks, Friday. It was about damn time. How did it go?”

A record of the infamous interview, showing his two friends making out on live TV lighted up his phone—fucking rude to hack his phone like this, especially showing him that.

“About like this, Mr. Wilson,” Friday explained nonchalantly as if that fucking thing wasn’t in control of his phone.

Sam breathed through the shock caused by the intrusive AI, focusing on the good news before planning on giving Stark another black eye because what the hell, SOME privacy left would be nice and very much appreciated-

“Didn’t exactly need the visual,” he muttered, adding a louder ’but thanks.’

His screen returned to normal and he found himself too tired to get up and find Stark right now; he could always throw it to his face later.

Speaking of planning on throwing words and things at someone’s faces…

Sam realized he had to stand up anyway, because he had a different job to do, now that the two idiot friends of his finally made it past the mutual pining phase and actually got together.

Shoving his phone to the pocket of his jeans, he went to polish his guns; just in case that the big blond dumbass planned on making Sam’s favorite almost-sister cry again.

Note: White Tulips – representing purity, innocence, forgiveness and respect, they would be a great flower for a wedding or to give with an apology. (Cream-colored tulips are closely related and have also a meaning of commitment.)

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[phantoms-lair]

Serious Freakzoid thing (Freaking Out) Part 3

It was a familiar chiptune that woke Dexter up, one he had set to play when his custom GUI loaded. He forced his eyes open and realized he was one the floor. What was he doing there? 

Seeing the side of his computer opened jogged his memory of the Pinnacle Chip going nuts. Or did it? The computer was functioning perfectly now, humming quietly along with the screen. He looked at the hand where he'd grabbed the chip and saw no sign of the massive electrical burn that would have had to be there. 

An electrical burn is a burn that results from electricity passing through the body causing rapid injury. Approximately 1,000 deaths per year due to electrical injuries are reported in the United States, with a mortality rate of 3-5%.[1] Electrical burns differ from thermal or chemical burns in that they cause much more subdermal damage.[2] They can exclusively cause surface damage, but more often tissues deeper underneath the skin have been severely damaged. As a result, electrical burns are difficult to accurately diagnose, and many people underestimate the severity of their burn. In extreme cases, electricity can cause shock to the brain, strain to the heart, and injury to other organs.[3] 

What....? Dexter shook his head, trying to figure out where that had come from. 

He shook his head and Mr. Chubbikins meowed and rubbed against him. Dexter reached to pet him when a strange feeling shot through his head.

Pheomelamine is the pigment responsible for the ginger color in cats. 

A huge 80% of all ginger cats are male

♪ Cat *wink* I’m a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance. And I dance dance dance ♪

Words and images flooded his head and all of a sudden it was hard to think, to focus. He saw Mr. Chubbikins and for a moment didn’t recognize him as his beloved pet, but simply a cute cat.

“Kitty Kitty Kitty,” he cooed in a tone that wasn’t like him at all. It was certainly enough to scare off Mr. Chubbykins, who nyoomed under the bed. The disappointment of the moment was enough to bring him to his senses.

He turned on his heels and ran to the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror, trying to see if there was something wrong with his head or eyes. He ran through the Stroke checklist, but passed the standard tests. “Am I just going insane?” he muttered to himself. “Next I’ll be seeing little blue men.”

As he said this he felt a gentle buzzing on his skin. Looking down he saw a wave of electricity passing him over, leaving his skin blue in its wake. He whimpered, his mind trying to wrap around what he was seeing, What on Earth could turn his skin blue?

Cyanosis refers to a bluish cast to the skin and mucous membranes. Peripheral cyanosis is when there is a bluish discoloration to your hands or feet. It's usually caused by low oxygen levels in the red blood cells or problems getting oxygenated blood to your body.

No, this wasn’t cyanosis. Even he knew enough to know humans didn’t turn that particular shade. And why the heck did these...data pieces keep forcing their way into his brain?

His thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the door. “Hey Dorkster, open up. The rest of us need to use the bathroom too!”

It was all Dexter could do to keep from hyperventilating. He couldn’t let his family see him like this! They already thought he was weird! What could he do? Disguise himself?

He felt the lightning tingle again, around his eyes and the top of his head. A glance in the mirror revealed his hair had become black and spikey, while a domino mask appeared about his eyes. As his panic rose, he felt a strange bubbling feeling in his mind. His thoughts broke apart and drifted away, no matter how hard he tried to hold on to them. Why was he trying to hold on to them anyway?

“Come on, freakazoid, open the door!”

Oh right, Duncan. Huh, Duncan had always been upset Dexter wasn’t like him, big and strong. If everything was changing, maybe he could change that?

He grinned as he became taller and gained a physique not seen outside comics. Duncan would be so happy! He opened the door with his grin growing ever wider. “Let’s Wrassle!”

~~

Roddy took a deep breath as he stopped the car, ignoring the ache in his ribs it caused. There was no ambulance or people screaming, so hopefully no one had been seriously injured. It was a small comfort, but it was there. He grabbed his old Apex employee card and the cane he hated but needed to be mobile right now.

He made his way to the front door carefully, avoiding icy patches on the walk and steps (oh how he’d come to loathe steps) and rang the bell.

He heard some movement inside and the door opened to reveal a middle aged woman with a smile that seemed almost grafted on.. “Can I help you?” “My name is Roddy McStewart, I work for Apex International, creators of the Pinnacle Chip.” He handed the man both his Work ID stating he was an employee and his driver’s license. “We received a signal from a newly installed Pinnacle Chip of a malfunction and I’m here to take a look at it.”

“On Christmas Day?” she asked, surprised.

“We all do what we can to make a living.” He gave her a sad smile.

“Well, okay then. Dexter’s room is upstairs, second door on the right.” Roddy blinked. Just like that? Still he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if it involved stairs.

He was nearly bowled over by a teenage boy running past him, yelling about something blue. Roddy looked to the woman who’d opened the door, but she'd just called up to ‘Dexter’ that he had a guest.

Odd Family he thought, as he made his way up the stairs.

~~

This was some quality family bonding he thought as he sat on Duncan’s back locking up one of his brother’s legs. That’s what it was, right? That’s why it was okay for Duncan to get physical with him.

“I give! I give!” Duncan called out.

But he knew this game. It wasn’t over because the other person gave up. You had to make them say something. “Sing ‘I’m a tugboat, Call me Mel’.”

“I’m a tugboat...call me Mel...I can’t, I don’t know the words?”

“That’s a tough one since I just made it up.” He admitted, but let Duncan up since he had tried.

Duncan tore out of the room, so he knew he’d done a good job, until he heard his mother’s voice coming from downstairs. “Dexter, you have a guest.”

Dexter. That’s right, he was Dexter. And with that realization the floating feeling he had vanished as his thoughts coalesced and his body condensed into the body he’d always had. He fled back into his room and huddled on his bed, too freaked out to try and do much more.

There was a knock on the door and a red-haired man entered. He glanced around seemingly surprised at the computer, still humming along. “Are you Dexter?”

“Yeah, who are you?”

“Roddy McStewart. I’m here about a malfunction with your Pinnacle Chip, but everything seems to be-”

“That was real?” Dexter blurted out. “Ever since that happened...I think I’m going insane.” he clutched his head.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Roddy asked. The room wasn’t a mess of shrapnel as he feared, but it was obvious something had happened.

“After I installed it the cat jumped on the keyboard and it started going nuts. I tried you yank the chip out to save the computer-”

“Are ye daft boy! You could have electrocuted yourself!” 

“I know, I wasn’t thinking!” Dexter snapped back. “I grabbed it and I thought I got shocked and blacked out, but my hand was fine when I woke up. And...thoughts keep popping in my head.”

“What kind of thoughts?” Anything besides a broken computer was well out of his wheelhouse, but Roddy couldn’t just leave the kid when he was so upset. Especially given the concern he now had with the lad’s mother sending him up to see her teenage son without any supervision.

“I dunno, random facts? It’s like articles and videos are just pulling themselves up in my mind. And then everything goes fuzzy.” Dexter didn’t mention what had happened in the bathroom. There was no way that was anything other than a hallucination.

There was the beginning of an idea forming in Roddy’s head, but he wasn’t ready to admit it was possible yet. That the reason Dexter’s computer had been spared was the Pinnacle chip had found a better storage solution for its mass internet download.

Before he could even think of how to check or even explain the door burst open and a taser fired directly at his chest. Roddy’s world exploded in pain, both from the electricity and his ribs from the body spasms, and everything went black.

~~~~

I’m trying to do more of a buildup to Freakazoid’s development and not him just being created fully formed by the accident. In the first episode Dance of Doom Freakazoid states that he and Dexter are two aspects of the same person so I wanted to show how he comes from Dexter.

#Freakazoid #Freaking Out #Ghost Writing

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Kinktober: Extra

EXTRA for Kinktober Pairing: Stucky x Reader Prompt: Sex Pollen, dub-con (ish) Description: Since you all have been so nice this month I decided to give you one extra. Warnings: 18+, unsafe intercourse, dub-con, daddy kink

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It was clear to Bruce the second you all came back from the mission that Steve & Bucky managed to catch something in that Hydra lab. "It's a drug that amps up all the primal instincts to, well, procreate. Came across it a few times before." "Sooo, they need to...okay. O-kay." you looked at both of them looking down on you. The rest of the team had vanished and when you looked back to Bruce he was gone too. "Really?" you grumbled. "Darling, let us take care of you." Bucky murmured into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. "You both can't fully consent on this drug." you protested. "So you wouldn't be opposed to the idea." Steve, clearly not himself, tried to get this to make sense so he could have his way with you. "Well, no. When you're freaking able to consent? Clearly." you looked up at Steve now. "Let us take care of you, sweetheart." he caressed your cheek. He was the last one to talk about these topics and you would lie if this didn't do something to you. "We can hear your heart beating and we know it isn't fear." Bucky now put his hands onto your hips from behind and pressed kisses onto your neck. "Hey! Being turned on by this doesn't mean I cons-" another pair of lips was suddenly moving on yours and made you lose a little moan. Of course you wanted this. The two were never drunk or on any other drugs. Always dealing with their normal selves. But this was different.

Bucky picked you up, bringing you to his room. You didn't protest. HE would be the one embarrassed about this the next day. Both of them. And you weren't about to fight off two super soldiers just because they had the hots for you. "Be careful," you hissed at Steve's hands taking off your shirt from behind with a little bit too much enthusiasm. "Gonna make you feel so good." Steve's voice was deep and his lips sucked on your neck while he was getting off your bra. Meanwhile, Bucky's darkened eyes were starring at you while he yanked off your belt and the zipper of your pants. "Such a good girl for us," Bucky grumbled. "Gonna be so pretty all filled up with us." Steve murmured from the side and started massaging your boobs. Bucky's clothes were on the floor in a heartbeat while you were gasping at the sensation on your chest. You eyed his body, not disappointing at all. He continued undressing Steve behind you, that was still busy with your breasts, while his length pressed against your belly. "You're the one fully sane, baby. Decide." Bucky looked into your eyes, clearly, the drug only had half the effectiveness on both of them, there was a little bit of consent and a lot of questions what that would've done to a normal human. Steve's hand wandered between your legs and you couldn't hold back a moan anymore. You knew you were about to be manhandled. It was written on their faces for a while now. And there it was, you were picked up by Steve and he fell on the bed and he picked you up to sit on him backward. "Guess you decided for me," you smirked and got a grin from Bucky, sitting down in front of you and a grunt from Steve behind you sitting up. Before you could register what was happening two metal digits dove inside of you and you instinctively moaned out. "We want you, but we said take care of you, not use you." Steve murmured and Bucky's lips crashed onto yours. He had your legs shaking before inserting a third finger, making you squeal and grab into his hair. "So good and ready for us," Steve said before picking you off of Bucky's fingers and right where you could decide to slide onto his length. "C'mon baby," Bucky smirked at you before you grabbed Steve's cock, helping it press into you. "Shit, doll." a groan came from behind you. You went crosseyed when you couldn't slide down any further and moaned out. "So pretty, when you have a dick balls deep inside of you doll. Want another?" Bucky came closer. Closer to your face to be exact. While Steve started grabbing your hips to have his way with you, you grabbed onto Bucky's hips to be stable and looked up at him innocently while licking a stripe up a vein on his big cock. "Fuck, such a good girl." he groaned and grabbed into your hair. Your tongue swirled around the head and another moan left him. Suddenly you were yanked forward, automatically letting him slide into your mouth, making you gag. "Fuck, such a pretty girl." he moaned and you started being in a perfect rhythm of sliding down a cock and devouring another one. "Such a tight and wet cunt." came deep from behind and you went cross-eyed again. Hearing Steve be so...direct, was getting to you. "Yeah, you like it when we do that, don't you." Bucky grinned down and you just made big eyes up at him, making him groan. With another flick of your tongue he came into your mouth with a growl. "Taste good, baby girl?" "So good-" a moan, from Steve's pacing into you, interrupted you. Now that you were able to, you fell into a rhythm with him. "Fuck, Steve," you called out and heard a groan. "Cum for me, darling," Bucky asked politely and with fast and panting moans and a big cock pounding into you, definitely hitting your g-spot you clenched down on Steve's length and felt him coat your walls. "Good girl. Let me use you next." Bucky said with an evil glint in his eyes, grabbing you off of Steve and turning you around. "Love to see your face, but so does he." your eyes were right in front of Steve's massive cock slowly getting hard and twitching again. A dick was rammed into your pussy from behind, making you lose a loud moan and suddenly your mouth that was silenced by Steve using that perfect moment to yank your head down. A cock slid into your open mouth and this time you didn't need to do anything. The thrusting from Bucky made you automatically move up and down Steve's dick. Your innocent eyes up at him were tear-filled now. You were so oversensitive already. Groans and moans filled the air together with the sound of gags and the wet sound of your cunt. "Such a little cockwhore." Bucky growled from behind and Steve's seed filled your mouth with a loud moan. Now he moved down a bit, his hand landing on your clit and his face close to yours. "Tell us loud and clear how this feels and what you want darling. Gonna take care of you so good." A moan fell from your lips, "Bucky, oh my god." "Yeah, you like having a giant cock inside of you doll." he smacked your ass. "Don't stop." "Tell me what you want." Steve looked at you. "I wanna cum," you whined and the thrusts got even more intense, together with Steve's hand on your clit. "Cum for us, princess," Steve said almost soft and you came hard and all over Bucky's bed. "Good girl," Bucky said with one last moan before his white was also coating your walls. "Our girl." Steve kissed your face. ___

You woke up squished between two big bodies. "Fuck," Steve mumbled, waking up from your movement, seeing you naked next to him. "Hm?" you opened your eyes. "I'm sorry." "You were the ones who didn't consent. I was just the only one not running from you both." "Oh, so...you, uh, all of that was a genuine reaction?" his ears were red. "Yup." you smiled sleepily. "Wanna...start that over again?" Steve asked awkwardly. You smiled, starting to kiss him, having strong arms encase you shortly after. His dick was already hard just thinking of what he remembered from the day before but now he wasn't that person anymore. You grabbed his length & sat down on top of him to slide down on it. He blinked a few times, "Woah." You leaned down, kissing his trained chest while picking up a slow and soft rhythm. This was morning sex, not a competition. "You like that?" you smiled and saw him close his eyes and felt him grab into your thighs. "Yes, that's-" a deep groan left him. You both moved at a comfortable pace, waking each other up a bit, interchanging soft kisses, little moans, and groans from deep within his chest. "You close, doll?" he asked a bit strained and you nodded with a smile before sitting up straight and letting him help you with a few good thrusts that brought you to an almost gentle high that was being marked with a whiny long moan and his seed filling you once again. "God, you're amazing." he smiled once you got off of him. Bucky turned around with a grumble shortly after and peaked his eyes open. "Oh god. That really happened? Not a dream?" his hand went over his face. "Sorry, dar-" "You. Both. Were. The ones. Not. Consenting." you snapped your fingers. "So you want more?" he smirked. "She already got more," said Steve behind you. "Yes, I think I wouldn't mind." you smiled at him softly. "Insatiable." he grinned pulling you closer. His kisses were much softer and passionate now and you felt his length against your leg pretty fast. "There's something I couldn't do yesterday." he smiled and turned you onto your back. "Actually taking care of you." he smiled before sliding into you and making your back arch into him. You heard Steve watching you both, or rather the reaction to it and a wave of warmth and wetness filled your core. "Gentle or rough, princess?" you heard above you. "I already had gentle today." you grinned opening your eyes and he gave you a dirty smirk back before mercilessly thrusting into you. "Oh my FUCK." you called out while being pressed into the pillow and mattress deeper. "Yeah, you like that, don't you." he chuckled before groaning. "Yes, don't stop," you whined, arching into him more and then rolling your hips towards him. Hands intertwined with yours and after that, you turned into a moaning mess. No words could describe that perfect feeling he was giving you with his rough pushes into you. "Yeah, baby, you wanna cum?" he asked panting. "Yes, sir. Please." "Does the Captain allow that." he chuckled and you heard a grunt. "He said no." you heard, you know that was Bucky's idea to get Steve a little relaxed. "Please, let me cum, Captain," you whined. Bucky picked up the pace even more. "Please, Captain. Gonna suck your dick so good. Please let me cum, Captain." You heard him stroke himself faster, "God, doll." "Please, Captain, gonna let you cum all over me." "Cum for me, doll," he growled and you clenched on Bucky's cock with an ungodly moan, making both men explode in white with you. "Ours," Bucky growled into your ear before leaving you. "Yours." "Want another threesome?" Bucky grinned. "Please." "Sit on my face, baby," he said suavely. "Steve." you showed him to come closer. "I just told you I'd suck your dick so good." you looked up at him and already had him groan and twitch back to full length. Bucky's tongue went through your folds thoroughly while you started to make Steve shake with your tongue movements and one hand landing between his thighs. "Fuck, doll." he moaned out. "Mhm, you like that." you grinned up before finally taking him in. Bucky flicked over your clit in perfect rhythms to make you all dizzy and careless enough to deep-throat the soldier in front of you. "Shit. Doll. Oh my-" With a deep growl, he yanked your head away and his cum dripped onto your chest. "You said you'd let me cum all over you." he grinned and you moaned, spreading the liquid further and licking your fingers. "Of course, Captain," you said innocently before moaning again. "Don't stop," you whined. "How's that feel, sweetheart?" Steve smirked. "So good. Fuck. So. So. Good." He'd found the perfect way to drive you mad. "Yes, right there, daddy." you moaned out and heard a growl. "Fuck, daddy. Yes." "Be a good girl for us and cum." Steve caressed your face. "Yes, fuck, Captain." "Gonna cum all pretty for your Captain and your Sergeant?" "Yes, sir." you moaned out and Bucky went insane below you. "Yes, daddy, yes," you whined out before coming a third time that morning with a loud moan and shaking legs. "Fuck, darling, you taste amazing and I hope you keep up that dirty little name for me, princess." he looked up between your legs all accomplished. "Yes, of course," you went through his hair, "Daddy." "Good girl." he smiled, feeling you shiver. "Let's get all cleaned up, darling." "Not that we don't enjoy this sight with our cum everywhere on you." Steve bit his lip. "Believe me, Steve, I enjoy every single bit of it too." you bit your lip too, tracing his abs. "C'mon. Into my bathroom, before I decide to fuck you so good that you can't walk anymore." Bucky said, getting you off of him. "You're DEFINITELY the dominant one here." you grinned. "Thought that was clear from the beginning. He's the softie." Bucky nudged his head towards Steve. "Bath?" you asked them. "Sounds good to me, doll." "Sounds more than good to me, princess. "Our Girl."

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“I’m scared, Xixi,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’m scared, and I don’t even know why.”

The hallway on the other side fell silent. Jian Yi pressed his forehead against the door so hard it hurt. It smelled like wood and paint. He wondered was Zhan Zheng Xi leaning against it, too, on the other side. Mere inches away and yet so far.

“Was it – the password – ,“ Zhan Zheng Xi began, “ – was it something about ogres?”

Jia Yi sniffed and perked up.

“Yes,” he said and sounded like a lost child even to his own ears.

“I can’t believe you’re making me say this…”

Zhan Zheng Xi released a sigh so heavy Jian Yi could hear it through the door.

“Ogres farts smell the worst?”

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Jian Yi woke up to his hand flopping on the mattress with a little bounce. He must have rolled over in his sleep and reached for Zhan Zheng Xi. Except that the bed next to him was empty, and his hand had reached thin air.

Slowly, he cracked his eyes open and squinted in the bright daylight.

What time was it?

His hand fumbled over the edge of the mattress for his phone on the floor. The screen came alive, and Zhan Zheng Xi’s half-naked and sweaty picture greeted him. Jian Yi had sneaked the photo one day when they had been playing basketball at the nearby park. Zhan Zheng Xi had been taking a break after their one-on-one, hungrily gulping down his bottled water. The sunlight had hit the droplets of water and sheen of sweat perfectly. How can he not have made this masterpiece his wallpaper? 

The little digital clock over Zhan Zheng Xi’s crotch area told Jian Yi it was afternoon. It had been a while since he had slept this late. Usually, Zhan Zheng Xi kicked him out of the bed bright and early even on the weekends.

Jian Yi looked around the apartment basking in the sunlight. It was quiet and empty.

“Xixi?” he called out.

No answer. For a while, he just sat there and listened to the silence.

“Huh. Weird.”

Zhan Zheng Xi didn’t usually go anywhere without telling him. Especially lately. The first slither of unease slipped through the cracks and caressed him from the inside. The feeling of something but not knowing what exactly.

Jian Yi flopped back on the bed and stretched out on the mattress. Somehow taking up space always helped him clear his mind and push the anxiety aside.

He had probably just gone out somewhere. To the corner shop perhaps. Or maybe someone had called sick, and he had had to fill in at work. And for some reason, he hadn’t wanted to wake Jian Yi.

Yeah, that was probably it. No reason to freak out over every little thing. Get a grip.

Jian Yi decided to lounge in bed for some time, taking full advantage of Zhan Zheng Xi not being around to shoo him to get up. He hugged Zhan Zheng Xi’s pillow and buried his face in the familiar scent.

It had been a while since he had fully enjoyed his mornings like this. For once, he hadn’t dreamed about anything – at least he couldn’t remember – and felt rested. There were no cold, musty feelings of restlessness he was in a hurry to shed first thing in the morning. No fuzzy and vague flashes that he would struggle to grasp and piece together the rest of the day.

No waking Zhan Zheng Xi up with his own whimpering and then dodging questions about it.

Jian Yi took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders to ease the tension that had crept in the muscles. Silence always sneaked up on him. Should he call Zhan Zheng Xi to see when he was coming back? Maybe tell him to bring some treats on his way. Something sweet and chocolate-related perhaps.

Relieved to have found something to occupy himself with, Jian Yi scrolled for Zhan Zheng Xi’s number. The line was mute for a while before connecting.

Suddenly something started rattling on the kitchen counter. Jian Yi jumped and almost dropped the phone. Heart pounding, he got up and walked over to the counter.

Zhan Zheng Xi’s phone. Flashing and vibrating. Jian Yi’s name on the screen.

“Weirder,” he muttered under his breath and ended the call, eager to quiet the rattle.

Zhan Zheng Xi didn’t usually leave the house without his phone. Unless he had left it behind on purpose? Maybe he hadn’t meant to be gone that long?

Yeah, Jian Yi thought to himself. That must be it. He’s just around the corner. To buy some sweets and snacks.

The screen of Zhan Zheng Xi’s phone died down, and its blackness stared back at Jian Yi. The longer he looked at the phone, the more it became a part of Zhan Zheng Xi. Of his body. A vital organ. There was no way he would have knowingly left it behind. There was no such hurry in this world.

Unless –

“Shut up,” Jian Yi muttered and shook his head as if to physically shake off the anxious thoughts. “He just forgot, that’s all. He’s just – ”

He turned to go back to bed, but what his eyes landed on froze him on the spot. There, in the bowl they kept on a small table next to the front door. On top of a pile of various junk; receipts, tickets, loose coins, and subway passes.

Zhan Zheng Xi’s bunch of keys. The yellow marker of his home key shining brightly to even where Jian Yi was standing.

A bucket of cold water was downed on him. Zhan Zheng Xi might have left without telling him. Maybe even forgotten his phone. Unlikely but possible. But there was no way he would have ever forgotten his keys. Jian Yi had never seen him stepping over the threshold without them.

Thoughts swirled in his head like little black bats left out of their cage, but he couldn’t grasp any of them. Just flashes. Frantic questions leading to scenarios each more horrifying than the next.

Had someone broken in while he had been sleeping? Had they taken Zhan Zheng Xi? Kidnapped him? Had they knocked Jian Yi out with something and that’s why he had slept so soundly? Had Zhan Zheng Xi called for help? Had they dragged him out? Hurt him? Trapped him?

Where? Who? Why?

The doorbell rang. Its shrill tore through the air. Jian Yi’s started and whipped around to stare at the door.

Had they – him – come to get Jian Yi now? Again?

Or what if this was yet another dream? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s trapped somewhere. Chased into a corner. Yanked back to the dead-end that started the cycle of the nightmare from the beginning once again. Was he actually tossing and turning next to Zhan Zheng Xi instead of standing frozen in their hallway?

Jian Yi supposed it didn’t really matter. Dream or real, he wouldn’t go back without a fight. Not this time.

Jian Yi backed away from the door until he reached their small kitchen. While keeping his eyes nailed at the door’s sturdy surface, he fumbled for the drawer where the utensils were. Blindly his hand grabbed the first thing.

The doorbell rang again, and this time it was followed by pounding of a fist.

“Jian Yi! Open up!”

Zhan Zheng Xi?

Jian Yi frowned in confusion. He stood stuck between wanting to burst the door open and glaring at it suspiciously. It could be a trap.

“Are you alone?” he hollered back.

A moment of silence.

“What are you – Yes, I’m alone. Open the door! I forgot my keys.”

Jian Yi’s sweaty hands squeezed around the weapon.

“What’s the password?”

“What password?!”

“The one only Zhan Zheng Xi knows! Say it if it's just you and no one else.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The password to enter the pillow fort.”

A longer silence.

“That’s – We were in elementary school! How am I supposed to remember that? Jian Yi, open the fucking door!”

A fist pounded the door again.

“Password!”

“Oi, you idiot – “

Zhan Zheng Xi’s angry voice was cut off by their neighbor’s door opening in the hallway. They were talking but Jian Yi couldn’t make out the words. The neighbor sounded annoyed and Zhan Zheng Xi replied to him, apologizing. The door closed with a bang, and Jian Yi flinched. 

“Come on, Jian Yi,” Zhan Zheng Xi’s voice resumed – softer and coaxing, “open the door.”

Hesitant, Jian Yi shifted on his feet. Even in his own head, the situation didn’t make any sense anymore. The familiar gentle tone pulled him towards the door, but his hands were tied by invisible shackles. 

“I’m scared, Xixi,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’m scared, and I don’t even know why.”

The hallway on the other side fell silent. Jian Yi pressed his forehead against the door so hard it hurt. It smelled like wood and paint. He wondered was Zhan Zheng Xi leaning against it, too, on the other side. Mere inches away and yet so far.

“Was it – the password – ,“ Zhan Zheng Xi began, “ – was it something about ogres?”

Jia Yi sniffed and perked up.

“Yes,” he said and sounded like a lost child even to his own ears.

“I can’t believe you’re making me say this…”

Zhan Zheng Xi released a sigh so heavy Jian Yi could hear it through the door.

“Ogres farts smell the worst?”

For a while, Jian Yi just stared at the wooden surface separating them before reaching for the lock with trembling hands. It clicked loudly in the empty hallway. Surprised, Zhan Zheng Xi took a step back. Jian Yi peeked through the gap and saw a slither of his familiar jacket.

“If you sniff them, you’ll be cursed,” he said. 

“You will slowly die of thirst.”

“So, put a plug in their but.”

Zhan Zheng Xi’s hand had come to rest against the side of the door and coaxed it open. He took a long look at Jian Yi from head to toe. Shivering in the entryway in his boxers and T-shirt. Eyes wide and wild. His gaze halted at Jian Yi’s right hand.

“What are you doing with a butter knife?”

Jian Yi looked down at the knife in his hand like he had seen it for the first time.

“I thought I could use it.

“Let me see that.”

Slowly Zhan Zheng Xi reached for the knife and removed it from Jian Yi’s slackened hold. Immediately after, arms wrapped around Jian Yi’s shoulders and pulled him in an embrace. He could smell the whiffs of fresh air, street dust, sunshine – the outside on Zhan Zheng Xi’s rustling jacket.

“I feel like we could’ve made the password shorter,” Zhan Zheng Xi said. “At least leave out the parts about ogre buts.”

Jian Yi gave a weak, watery chuckle. The rumble of Zhan Zheng Xi’s voice resonated deep in his chest, comforting and reassuring. He pressed closer to the solid presence and buried his face in the crook of Zhan Zheng Xi's neck. A warm hand rose to stroke the back of Jian Yi’s head.

“You want to tell me why you’re freaking out?”

“I thought they had taken you.”

“Who?”

“Just…they. I don’t know. Someone.”

 “And you were going to fight them with a butter knife?”

“You could’ve been in danger.”

“The only danger I was in was being overcharged for the chocolate bars you stuff your face with.”

Zhan Zheng Xi gave Jian Yi one last squeeze before pulling back.

“C’mon, let’s get inside.”

Still holding onto the butter knife, he maneuvered Jian Yi around by his shoulders and led him to take a seat at the breakfast counter. The utensils chinked when Zhan Zheng Xi pulled the top drawer open and tossed the knife back into the mix. He shed his jacket and heaved a heavy-looking grocery bag Jian Yi hadn’t noticed until now on the counter.

“You went to the store?” Jian Yi said with a frown.

“I thought of making fried rice for dinner. We have some leftover rice from last night.”

Various packages were unloaded on the counter. A large round onion in a rustling plastic bag. A carton of eggs. Green bag of frozen peas that had started to sweat a little. Bundle of fresh carrots tied together with a band around their green tops. A package of chopped chicken strips mushed against the thin sheet of wrapping plastic. A couple of the chocolate-fudge bars Jian Yi liked.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? And you forgot your keys and phone, too.”

Zhan Zheng Xi was silent for a while. He picked the flat wok off the draining rack mounted over the sink and positioned it on the stove with a metallic clang. He set up a cutting board and a knife on the bench opposite to where Jian Yi was sitting.

“Xixi?”

Zhan Zheng Xi leaned against the bench and lifted his gaze to look at Jian Yi.

“I didn’t just go the store,” he said. “I met with Qiu.”

Jian Yi’s face darkened.

“What did he want from you?”

“I called him.”

Speechless, Jian Yi stared at Zhan Zheng Xi who lowered his eyes after a while.

“He was leaving town, so I needed to hurry. I guess I forgot my keys and phone in all that.”

“And what did you talk about? You can barely stand mentioning the guy’s name.”

Zhan Zheng Xi pulled back from the bench and crossed his arms. This time his eyes didn’t avoid Jian Yi’s stare.

“We talked about you. I called him because I didn’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been trying like hell, but nothing is working.”

He nodded towards the hallway.

“And after your freak out just now, I think I made the right decision calling him.”

Jian Yi didn’t say anything. All of a sudden, he was exhausted. Tired of making up excuses. Ashamed of losing his head. And guilty for making Zhan Zheng Xi go through all that. His mind dull, he just sat there and watched the wet spots on the counter where the bag of frozen peas had started to defrost.

The grocery bag rustled, and a piece of paper and a small orange bottle appeared on the counter in front of Jian Yi. He looked up at Zhan Zheng Xi from his haze.

“What’s this?”

“They’re from Qiu. He told me to call that number and give you one of those pills every night before bed.”

The little white tablets rattled in the plastic container when Jian Yi reached for it. The bottle was blank, with no names or instructions. The cross-ruled paper looked like it had been ripped off somewhere. The name of the drug and dosage were scribbled there in messy handwriting. Under them were someone’s name and phone number.

“Doctor Lin Hua,” Jian Yi read out loud.

“She’s a psychiatrist. Qiu said she’s someone who has worked with them before but she’s not…involved otherwise.”

Jian Yi lifted the bottle of pills.

“And these?”

“To help you sleep.”

“But I slept just fine last night.”

“That was last night. What about tonight? And the night after that? When was the last time you went a solid week without nightmares?”

Again, Jian Yi didn’t have the energy to argue. And Zhan Zheng Xi was right. More often than not his nights were restless and sleep was thin. He put the bottle down but kept fiddling with the piece of paper. Zhan Zheng Xi observed his restless shuffling for a while.

“Do you want me to make the call for you?”

Jian Yi shrugged quietly.

“I’ll call her first thing tomorrow then,” Zhan Zheng Xi said with a nod.

He snatched the paper from Jian Yi and put it on the fridge door with a magnet. It had almost perfect camouflage against the white smoothness. Jian Yi couldn’t make out the writing anymore from the distance. The little bottle Zhan Zheng Xi also put out of sight to the cupboard above the fridge. He frowned and glared at Jian Yi.

“Don’t take these on your own.”

Jian Yi rolled his eyes.

“Am I on suicide watch or something?”

“No, you’re on the idiot watch. Now, help me with dinner. You can’t take the pill on an empty stomach.”

Zhan Zheng Xi started peeling and chopping the big onion. Jian Yi was enlisted as the carrot washer. Soon, the kitchen was filled with sounds of water hitting the bottom of the sink, knife crunching trough juicy vegetables, and pieces of chicken sizzling on the wok. By the time Zhan Zheng Xi was done adjusting the seasoning – spicy or super spicy – Jian Yi’s stomach was growling with awoken appetite.

Later that night Zhen Zheng Xi watched closely as Jian Yi took one of the little pills with water. Just as Jian Yi swallowed, the chilling fact that Zhan Zheng Xi couldn’t tell for sure what he was really giving him crossed his mind. All he could do was to trust Qiu’s word. Both a bit nervous, they glanced at each other as if expecting the drug to kick in immediately.

To distract both of them, Zhan Zheng Xi set up a movie night. A late-night comedy which immature dirty jokes he knew would make Jian Yi cackle and Zhan Zheng Xi silently groan. He had suffered about halfway through the movie when he noticed Jian Yi yawning more often and starting to nod off against Zhan Zheng Xi’s shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said and turned off the movie.

Jian Yi’s eyes were glossy, and he blinked in slow motion.

“I’m not tired yet,” he mumbled.

“C’mon. I will not carry you if you pass out here.”

As soon as Zhan Zheng Xi’s head hit the pillow, Jian Yi wrapped around him like a wine. He tried to nudge some distance between them, but Jian Yi held on stubbornly.

“Oi, there’s plenty of mattress behind you. No need to sleep on top of me.”

Jian Yi just shook his head, and wisps of his hair tickled Zhan Zheng Xi's face. With a sigh, he gave in. Maybe he could untangle himself after Jian Yi was knocked out. He reached to turn off the bedside lamp, but Jian Yi tightened his hold and let out a small whine.

“What?”

“Leave it on.”

“It’s wasting energy and money.”

“Still. I just…I don’t want to be in the dark tonight.”

Quietly Zhan Zheng Xi yielded again and relaxed back on the mattress. He glanced at Jian Yi’s face. The light brows were knotted, and eyes shut tightly. The yellow glow of the lamp softened his fair skin. Zhan Zheng Xi reached to tuck an unruly lock of hair behind Jian Yi’s ear. The hazy eyes cracked open.

“Xixi?”

“Are you still scared?”

Jian Yi blinked at him slowly. It seemed his brain was struggling to make sense of what Zhan Zheng Xi was talking about.

“Of course, I’m not scared,” he said, his voice thick with sleepiness. “Because you’re here.”

With that, he burrowed his head into Zhan Zheng Xi’s shoulder, rubbed his cheek against the T-shirt, and sighed contented. Soon, all Zhan Zheng Xi could hear from his side was deep, even breathing.

“Yeah,” he said quietly and pressed a little peck on top of Jian Yi’s head, “I’m here. And I’m not letting them get you.”

The End.

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Three’s Company: Chapter 3 || Erik Killmonger x Adonis Creed x Black!OC

A/N: Sorry this is so late!!!! I’m currently on vacation but here it is! I made it super long and filled you smut for you guys!!!! ENJOY!

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Warnings: Swearing, Smut (A LOTTTTTT)

Georgia’s POV

I woke up the next morning, wrapped in Erik’s arms. He slept so peacefully, his lips parted slightly and his chest rising and falling softly. I leaned in and kissed his lips. He stayed asleep so I kissed him again, deeply. I straddled him, not breaking our kiss and grinded on his naked body. A minute later, he was awake kissing me back and fully hard. He pushed himself into me and I moaned loudly. I rode him hard, feeling my orgasm nearing.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.

Then my fucking phone started to ring.

“Mother fucker!” I shouted.

“Let it go to voicemail,” Erik whined. I reached over and looked at the caller ID.

“It’s my friend Madison. She never showed up last night. I should take this.”

“Well, I’m not stopping. You not bouta give me blue balls,” he laughed. “I’m gettin’ my nut.” I swiped answer and held the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Okay, first I’m sorry that I was so late to the bar but ya ass wasn’t even there when I arrived!” She whined.

“So you got to the bar?” I asked as Erik sat up with me still straddling his lap.

“Bitch, not only did I get there, I met this fine ass chocolate nigga who took me back to his hotel suite!” She moaned into the receiver. “This nigga blew my fucking back out! Holy shit! I snuck out of the hotel early this morning before he could wake up!” Erik reached down and rubbed my clit making me cry out. “Um… You good?”

“Yeah, I’m just– Fuck! Right there!”

“BITCH ARE YOU GETTING FUCKED RIGHT NOW?!” She laughed.

“Imma call you back!” I hissed throwing my phone on the floor. I pulled Erik’s dreads and rode him harder. “Fuck, Erik! Daddy, Yes!” I came hard and he followed seconds after me. His wet lips traced my neck and he looked me in the eyes.

“Good morning to you too,” he grinned.

We had a lazy Sunday. We ordered take out, closed all the blinds, and watched movies all day… Not to mention all the incredible sex we had. I was so fucking pissed that I had to get up for work on Monday. Erik and I walked out of my brownstone, Monday at 8 am. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

“I don’t wanna go to work,” I frowned.

“Nah, none of that. You gotta go secure that bag, Princess,” he advised me.

“When can I see you again? You said you weren’t in town for long,” I reminded him.

“That’s true… I did say that. But who knows?”

“What changed?” A smile crept on my face.

“Maybe someone gave me a reason to stay,” he shrugged. I tiptoed and kissed him deeply.

“I’ll call you tonight?”

“You better.” He gave my ass a slap before hopping in his Uber. I got in my car and drove to work feeling like I was on clouds. I clocked in and sat at my desk, still grinning like an idiot when Madison rushed over, with a mischievous smile.

“Who’s Erik?” She winked. My eyes widened.

“What?” I asked.

“You never hung up the phone yesterday, and I heard y’all fucking!” She cackled. “Who is he?!”

“I’ve told you about Erik… You know? My childhood boyfriend? We were in foster care together, we lost our virginities to each other-”

“BITCH, YOU MEAN 50 SECOND ERIK?!” She laughed. I groaned, covering my face.

“I can assure you, he lasts a lot longer than 50 seconds now,” I winked. We both laughed as someone cleared their throat behind Madison. She moved out of the way and there stood Adonis, holding a stack of papers. I had completely forgotten about Donnie and our… Exploits. Our falling out hadn’t even crossed my mind after I reconnected with Erik.

“Can you make 5 copies of this for me, please?” He asked handing me the paper.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Madison excused herself. “We’ll talk later.” She walked away and I took the papers from Donnie and went over to the machine. He came around the desk to the copier.

“I’ve been texting and calling since yesterday morning,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Sorry. I was… busy,” I smirked, reminiscing about my weekend with Erik.

“Gigi, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” he pleaded. “I had a great time Friday-”

“Are you sure you should be talking to me here? Wouldn’t wanna risk you not getting that promotion.”

“Actually, I got the promotion…”

“Well, whoop-de-fucking-do!” I rolled my eyes. “Excuse the fact that I’m not jumping for joy-”

“But not before I told HR about us.” He added. I stopped making copies and looked at him.

“You… You what? You told HR about us?!” I hissed. “Without telling me?!”

“If I’m not mistaken, you got mad that I didn’t say anything, and now that I have, you’re still upset? That’s why I kept trying to call you. If you’d listen to any of the voicemails I left, you would’ve known.”

I took a deep breath.

“Look, Donnie,” I sighed. “I really wish you hadn’t because-” He pressed his lips to mine and I felt a warmness go through my legs, turning them to jelly. “I… Um. I-I-I don’t know if I feel the same way…”

“Well, maybe I can help you remember,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I felt my panties dampen.

“I… um, maybe,” I stammered.

“I got my own office now. It’s across from the break room. So if you change ya mind, you can come by on your break… And I’ll show you exactly what this mouth can do,” he bit my earlobe lightly before getting his papers from the copier and retreating from my desk. I was actually sweating. Fuck fuck fuck! What do I do? My heart and vagina started arguing.

Vagina: Adonis went and told HR about you, plus you’ve liked him since FOREVER!

Heart: But Erik’s your one true love, Georgia!

Vagina: Erik isn’t here, now is he?

Heart: Fuck you slut. You’re gonna be the reason that I break again!

Vagina: Um, who tf was thinking about love? I’m tryna get ate so… Let’s go ride his face, G.

Brain: No! Jesus, Georgia! Stop thinking with your cooch and your heart and start thinking with your head! You shouldn’t have any more sexual contact with either of these guys until you figure out what to do! Do I make myself clear?!

Georgia: Okay, fine. Whatever.

*3 Hours later*

“Fuck, Donnie, I’m cumming!” I cried out. I was laid out flat on Adonis’ desk while he knelt on the floor, tongue deep in my pussy. “Yes! FUCK!” I came and he lapped up every drop. He stood up from the floor, unzipped his pants and thrusted into me.

“Shit, baby!” He hissed. “Less than 2 days and you had me craving ya fucking pussy!” He kept me flat on the desk but brought my legs up so that my calves rested on his shoulders as he pounded into me. My legs were already numb from my weekend with Erik and this was making whatever feeling I currently had faded away. “I’m cummin’!”

“Me too,” I managed to gasp. He grabbed me by my throat and pulled me up to meet his lips. Once I came, he grunted and pulled out of me, jerking his dick hard. He let out a groan as he came on my thigh. I grabbed some memos off his desk and wiped off the cum that started to run down my leg. He pulled me close to him, kissing my nose.

“So, I’m forgiven?” He grinned.

“You’re on thin ice,” I corrected him, pulling my skirt back down.

“Oh, word? Thin ice?” He laughed. “What I gotta do to get back on your good side? Fuck you back here?” He asked grabbing my ass. My mind started drifting to the thought of him pounding my ass. He noticed the look on my face and raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?” I nodded slowly biting my lip. “Aight. You ain’t gotta tell me twice.” And I hiked my skirt back up and laid over his desk.

***

I ran over to Madison’s desk after Donnie and I were done… Again.

“I need to talk to you!” I pleaded. She put her hand over her mouth piece.

“I’m with a client, Georgia,” she informed me.

“I just had sex with Donnie in his new office! TWICE!” I hissed. Her eyes popped out her head.

“Mrs. Hernandez, I’m going to have to transfer you call to my associate Adam,” she spoke in her ‘Becky’ voice. She pressed a button. “ADAM! YOU HAVE A CALL!” She shouted to him before pulling me around her desk, and sitting me across from her. “First of all, WHAT?!” I nodded my head in shame, covering my face. “Bitch, what about Erik?”

“That’s why I’m freaking out!” I groaned. “I’ve liked Donnie for years! He’s kind, I met his mother, and he put his ass on the line by telling HR about us. On the other hand, I’ve been in love with Erik since I was 14! I thought that spark went out years ago, but it was like we were never apart, Madison! Teenage Georgia came out and fell in love with him all over again! I don’t know what to do! This is terrible!”

“Um… Bitch. This is like… The OPPOSITE of a problem!” Madison raised an eyebrow. “You have two FOINE ass niggas in ya back pocket and you’re stressing for what?? Who says you have to choose between them?” I looked up at her.

“What? You’re not serious! Tell me you’re not serious!”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack! It’s the 21st century, Gigi! Why do you need to pick one?” Was she seriously making me consider dating them both?… Yes she was.

“Will you sleepover tonight? We can call in sick tomorrow like we used to do!” I squealed.

“Why wait until tomorrow? Cough cough, bitch. I’m sick, now.”

***

We got off of work and headed straight to my house. We bought a bunch of junk food to stock up my refrigerator then turned on a scary movie and started pigging out when my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered without looking.

“So, I was sitting here, minding my own business and I started thinkin’ about ya pussy,” Erik said into the receiver. “And now I’m hard. So, Imma need you to slide through and come take care of this.”

“Hmm, is that all I am to you, Erik?” I smirked. “A sex toy?”

“More like sex bunny,” he laughed. “But nah Georgie, you know I got love for you, Princess. Listen, my cousins are havin’ a small get together and I want you here. I wanna show you off.”

“My friend, Madison is actually over so-”

“Bitch, don’t let me get in the way of you getting ya back blown out!” Madison hissed from next to me.

“Yeah, listen to her!” Erik chimed in. “But seriously, bring her. We got food and drinks. She’ll have a fun time.”

“Did he just say there’ll be drinks?” She whispered to me. I nodded. “The fuck we still doin’ here sober, Gigi?! Let’s be out!”

***

We got dressed and took an Uber to Erik’s hotel. I walked to the front desk.

“Excuse me,” I said to the concierge. “I’m looking for Erik Stevens’ suite. I believe he’s in the penthouse.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t give out guests’ information,” she said, not looking up from the computer.

“Well, he’s in the penthouse so if we can just go up-”

“I’m sorry, our penthouse is checked in by very important guests,” she taunted, finally looking up at me. “I doubt your friend is checked in at this hotel.”

“Listen, Becky,” Madison hissed stepping forward. “Unless you want my foot up ya ass, I suggest you stop with the indirects and start making sense.”

“Really? You’re gonna call me Becky?” The concierge snapped. “You people always want to play the race card! But if I called you Precious, it would be all over the news!”

“The fuck you just say?” Madison yelled.

I texted Erik immediately and let him know that we were downstairs and how disrespectful this bitch was. The elevator opened 2 minutes later and Erik got off, lookin like a whole ass meal. Concierge Cathy bit her lip and unbuttoned her top button. She stood up and flipped her hair. I stood up and kissed him deeply, making sure to keep eye contact with the concierge.

“You good, baby?” He asked holding my waist.

“I’m great,” I smiled.

“Mr. Stevens!” The Concierge interrupted. “I hope everything is well-”

“Uh, Yeah, Fine. Why aren’t you letting my guests upstairs?” He snapped. Her face dropped.

“I-I-I apologize sir!” She stuttered. “I didn’t know they were your guests.”

“Bullshit! We told you twice!” Madison scoffed.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but if you ever disrespect any of my guests again, I’ll have ya fuckin’ job. We clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry sir.”

“Wait,” Madison raised her eyebrows. “We just gonna ignored the fact that this bitch called me ‘Precious?’”

“She called you what?!” Erik screeched. He turned to the concierge who looked pale and sickly. “Nah. It’s clipped for you. Turn in ya uniform.”

“Mr. Stevens, please! I’m sorry-”

“You have 15 minutes to get off my cousin’s property,” Erik warned her. “Or imma throw ya ass out myself. Pack ya shit, bitch. Ya done!” She scrambled to the back in tears as I turned to Erik in shock.

“That was so sexy,” I whispered, kissing him hard.

“I just don’t tolerate disrespect,” he reassured me.

“Um, pause, rewind, play. Your cousin owns this hotel?” Madison asked.

“He and my friend do. You must be Madison. I’m Erik,” he extended his hand.

“Trust me, I know. I recognized your voice immediately from when I called Gigi on the phone while you were rearranging her guts,” Madison grinned. I slapped my palm to my forehead as Erik laughed.

“Let’s head upstairs. T’s waiting for me to come back.” Erik ushered us into the elevator. He swiped his key and hit the 30th floor button, taking us all the way to the top. Once the doors opened, Madison and I dropped our jaws.

“‘Small get together’ my ass,” I hissed to Erik as we got off the elevator. There were about 100 people in the penthouse, waiters with white gloves handed out drinks, there was a sushi/seafood bar in one corner, a hot food buffet in the other. “Erik… What is this?”

“My cousins are hosting a few diplomats for this charity event. I wanted you to be my date,” he explained.

“Are those crab legs over there?” Madison gasped. “Girl, you know where I’ll be if you need me.” And she ran over to the seafood bar. Erik snaked his arm around my waist and led me into the party. Terrence and Sam were talking to– I choked on my champagne and pulled Erik back.

“That’s Tony fucking Stark!” I gasped.

“Yeah, I kinda wanna punch that dude in the face,” Erik rolled his eyes. “He’s an asshole.”

“He’s a rich asshole!”I corrected. He leaned into my ear.

“T’s richer,” Erik informed me. We stood next to them and Erik cleared his throat.

“Mr. Stark, you remember my cousin, Erik,” Terrence said.

“Yes, of course. And who is your beautiful guest?” Tony asked.

“This is my girl, Georgia,” Erik introduced me. My body tingled at those words…. That we, of course, needed to discuss. Tony kissed my hand making Erik frown.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark,” I tried not to squeal.

“The pleasure is all mine, Georgia,” he winked. “You are gorgeous, I must say…” I blushed as Erik scowled. “If you ever find yourself in New York, please, give me a call.” Erik was now livid and opened his mouth to say something but Terrence stopped him.

“Erik!” He interjected. “Walk away.”

“But-”

“Hamb ‘umshiye!” He hissed. Erik clenched his teeth, put his hand in the small of my back and walked us away.

“I should’ve punched that nigga in his mouth,” he growled. “The fuck he think he is?! He ain’t shit without that fuckin’ suit. I’ll beat a nigga’s ass!” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You called me your girl,” I grinned. “When did this happen?” He bent down to earshot.

“The moment you let me nut in ya pussy,” he whispered. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I invited you over so you could help me deal with an issue…” He pulled me closer to him, pressing his erection against my crotch. I moaned softly as he moved his hands to my ass and we moved to the music playing. “Lemme take you upstairs and pump you full of-”

“GEORGIA!” Madison’s loud ass screeched from behind us. Erik groaned and let go of me. Madison ran over to us and grabbed my arm. “He’s here! Holy fuck, he’s here!”

“Who? Who’s here?” I asked annoyed.

“The nigga from the club!” She gasped. “You know, the nigga who brought me back to his hotel, blew my spine out, and I left before he woke up? HIM! He’s here!” She pointed to the bar to where-

“Martin?!” Erik laughed. “Wait-! Shit! You’re the girl he was tellin us about?”

“Bitch, what do I do? I need to get up out of here! We need to go!” She whined.

“Go? Bitch, we just got here!” I protested. “I ain’t tell you to leave him, hoe! If you wanna go then go.”

“Bitch, fuck you-”

“Madison,” Martin’s voice said from behind us. We turned and looked. “And Georgia. What a nice surprise. It’s good to see you again.”

“You too,” I said politely. He looked at Madison.

“I think when I last saw you, you were sneaking out of my room, shoes in one hand, pants in the other,” he smirked.

“Look… I’m sorry about that,” she sighed. “It’s just… A long story.”

“Well… If you want, I have time,” he smiled and offered up his arm. She gave him a smile then they went off.

“Aww, they cute,” I grinned. “I ship them.”

“You what?” Erik asked.

“Um. Nothing. Now… You was sayin’ somethin’ bout pumpin’ me full of something…” I purred. He gripped my ass hard and bent down to kiss me on the lips. However, our moment was cut short by-

“Erik?” Sam walked up.

“On God, if one more person interrupts us-” Erik rolled his eyes.

“Sorry but I thought you might like to know that brother invited your ex,” she explained.

“He did what?!” Erik hissed.

“Yeah… He forgot that things ended badly between you two. I only say this because-”

“Erik!”

We both looked up to see a gorgeous woman and her date standing in front of us.

“O-M-G! I knew that was you!” She tiptoed and hugged him… For too long, might I add.

“Candace! Devin!” Erik raised his eyebrows. “Wow.. It’s been… A minute.”

“It has! I miss you so much!” She squealed. “We have to catch up soon, yeah? Let’s get brunch next Saturday! You look good…” I felt myself getting angry.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat in an over dramatic way.

“Oh, shit. My bad. This is my girl, Georgia,” Erik introduced. The smile on Candace’s face faded a bit but she turned to me.

“Hi! I’m Candace!” She said. “Me and Erik go wayyyy back!”

“We go farther,” I smirked. Erik cleared his throat and looked at Devin.

“So, what’s been goin on wit you man?” Erik asked. Devin rolled his eyes and looked at Candace.

“Look, we just stopped by for a minute. We got other places to be, so…”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool. It was great seeing you guys-”

“Uh-huh,” Devin said, taking Candace’s arm and walking out the door. Erik groaned and led my up the spiral staircase to one of the rooms within the penthouse. He closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed.

“Well… That was awkward,” he half laughed.

“Running into an ex is always awkward,” I stated. “She seemed happy to see you, though. Sayin you looked good, tryna make plans, flirting with you as if I wasn’t standing right there!”

“Who? Candy? Nah, she just-”

“Oh word? She’s Candy, now? Bet,” I folded my arms.

“Georgie, you got it all wrong… Candace isn’t my ex,” he sighed sitting down next to me. “Devin is.” My eyebrows could’ve gotten lost in my hairline by how high they jumped up.

“D-Devin… Is your ex?” I asked. “…So you’re-”

“Bisexual? Yeah, I am,” he nodded. “That’s not a problem, right?”

“Why would that be a problem?”

“Girls are weird about it after they find out,” he shrugged. “Thinkin’ I’m gay n shit. Like, damn! Y’all ain’t think I was gay when I was rearrangin’ ya guts! That’s why I stopped tellin’ people. Me and Devin broke up because he got insecure every time I talked to a girl just because his last nigga left him for some bitch. And he looked okay tonight until I introduced you as my girl… He also had an issue with me being bit…” He took a deep breath then looked over at me. “You sure you’re good? It don’t bother you or nothin’?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” I shook my head. “…I actually think it’s kinda hot…” Erik raised an eyebrow. “Like… Really hot…” I slid my jacket off and straddled him.

“Yeah?” He panted, moving his hand to my waist.

“Yeah,” I bit his lower lip. “I don’t know why but thinkin’ about you with another man… Fuck… It makes me wet…” I led his hand up my dress to my panties. He pulled them aside and slid his finger along my slit, collecting my wetness on his finger.

“Shit…” He hissed.

“So I need you to hurry the fuck up and undress me because a bitch needs to be dicked down, now!”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice!” He insisted, finding the zipper of my dress and yanking it down. I whispered in Erik’s ear that I wanted to be dirty whore fucked so I got fully naked and just unzipped the front of his pants. He turned me over, face down ass up on the bed, and immediately slammed into me. “Shit baby… This what you need?” I moaned in response and he pulled me up by my hair and grabbed my throat, hard. “Bitch, I asked you a fuckin’ question! This what you need?”

“Yes,” I moaned and he squeezed harder.

“Yes who?”

“Yes, daddy!” I croaked.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought!” He threw me back onto the bed and pounded me relentlessly. Tears were forming in my eyes from the immense pleasure he was giving me. I was cumming within seconds. As my legs shook uncontrollably from the violent orgasm ripping through me, I repeatedly slapped the sheets on the bed trying to let Erik know I needed a break.

“Erik- Daddy, fuck… I can’t! I can’t!” I shook my head, slapping the sheets faster. He slowed down.

“What? You tappin out already? Nah, what happened to allat mouth a few minutes ago?” He laughed. “Uh-uh, Princess, you gettin this dick. You betta take that shit!” And he started back with the hard, deep strokes. “Yeah, take that dick! You takin that dick so well!” Erik was so deep, I could feel him hitting my cervix! At this stage, I was drooling all over myself and clawing at the sheets.

“Daddy! Daddy I’m cumming again!” I cried as I came again, mere seconds from my first one.

“You wanted to be fucked like a dirty whore, right?” Then he bent down to my ear level and didn’t stop thrusting as he whispered, “I’ll show you exactly how I treat dirty fucking whores.” He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back. He gripped my neck with both hands and brought me down hard on his dick. “Open that fucking mouth!” He squeezed my cheeks together so that my mouth was ajar and spit in it. “Fucking swallow it.” I swallowed and stuck out my tongue to prove it was gone. Erik presses his forehead to mine and panted into my mouth. “I’m gonna cum… Fuck!” He grabbed me roughly by the throat and squeezed as he came inside of me. I loved the feeling of him filling me up. He kissed me all over my face before rolling off of me. He pulled me closer to him and nuzzled my ear. “I needa be honest with you, Georgia…” I looked up at him.

“What is it?” I asked. He caressed my face and stared into my eyes.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed,” he admitted. “As soon as I saw you in that bar on Saturday, I knew… I still love you.” My heart fluttered.

“I still love you too,” I whispered before kissing him. Our kissing got deeper until Erik pulled me on top of him.

“Shit, you got me hard again,” he moaned. “But we should probably get outta here. This is actually T’s room.”

Adonis’ POV

I grabbed the donuts from the back of my car and walked up the stairs to Georgia’s brownstone. I rang the doorbell and waited… And waited… And waited… I put the donuts down and pulled out my phone, dialing her number.

“Hello?” She answered sleepily.

“Hey, babygirl,” I smiled. “I got us some breakfast and I’ve been downstairs ringing ya bell for almost 10 minutes. Sleepin soundly without me?” Then she gasped.

“Actually I’m not home,” she explained. “Me and Madison went out last night and we ended up at her place instead.”

“Oh, I said disappointed. “Aight no problem. Can I see you later?” Before she could answer, I heard the muffled of another person’s voice… was she with another nigga?

“Um, can I let you know? I was planning on going up to Anaheim to see my aunt. It’s been a while since I talked to her…”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Great. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Aight. I miss y-” And the phone cut out…Great.

***

After leaving Georgia’s apartment and giving the box of donuts to some homeless people, I headed to the gym in the middle of Hollywood.

“Ayyy, wassup, D?” One of the locals greeted me as I walked in.

“What’s good?” I dabbed him up before walking to my usual area. I began my warmups when I noticed from the corner of my eye a guy I’ve never seen in the gym before, lifting weights in the corner. What made him stand out was the unusual scarring across his torso and back, ending at his wrists. His AirPods were in and he was in his own world, so I shook the thought out of my head and began my sets.

***

Drinking after working out is usually a bad idea but I had somehow convinced myself that if I went out later that night, it wouldn’t be an issue. I looked down at my phone to see if I had a response- nope. Nothing. Georgia hadn’t returned any of my texts or calls today. Could she still be mad about the work thing? I fucked her in the ass, what more could she want-

“Yo,” a voice said from beside me. I looked up to see the guy from the gym earlier sitting next to me. “You were at Monty’s earlier right? I saw you boxing. You’re good, man.”

“Respect,” I raised my beer bottle to him. “Yeah I saw you too. I’m Donnie.”

“Erik,” he shook my hand. “You drinking out ya sorrows or somethin?” I looked at the empty bottles in front of me.

“Nah… I mean. Fuck… it’s my girl- or I guess, a girl since we ain’t discuss our relationship status- she’s been dubbin me all day,” I shook my head.

“Damn, I’m sorry to hear that… You should go to her crib and see what’s up.”

“That’s the thing, I did that this morning and she wasn’t even home! Then I heard voices of someone else in the background and… I don’t know… Shit. I like this girl so fucking much… I just hope I ain’t do nothing to fuck it up.”

“Look I’m the last person anyone should be taking advice from but if you like her to the point where ya drinking alone at a bar, you should let her know that. Girls love that type of shit. Makes them wet as hell. But you gotta mean it, or else it’s a lie, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t lie,” he told me. Everything was sinking in.

“You right… I’m gonna go over there and-”

“No you’re not,” he interrupted me. “First of all nigga, you’re drunk and I saw you drive here which means you’re not driving anywhere. Second, you said she wasn’t home. So you showing up to her crib drunk while she ain’t home is a recipe for fucking disaster.” I groaned and laid my head on the table.

That’s when my phone vibrated. I sat up and checked it immediately.

Gigi❤️: Hey sorry I’ve been dodging you.

Gigi❤️: Can you come over?

I jumped up from my stool.

“She texted me! She wants me to come over! Shitting fuck! I can’t drive! Wait I can call an Uber!” I sent Gigi a reply telling her I’d be there soon and called an Uber to her place. Erik was getting up to leave.

“Yeah my girl just asked me to slide through so imma bounce,” he said, putting on his jacket. “But yo, good luck.”

“Thanks, yo, lemme pay for your drink, man. On me.” I gave my card to the bartender and Erik nodded.

“Thanks man, I’ll catch you around.”

“Word.” Once I was in my Uber on my way to Georgia’s my nerves were out of control. No other girl has ever made me feel like this before… The car had barely stopped as we pulled up to her crib. Shitshitshitshitshit! You got this. Just tell her how you feel. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

“I’ll get it!” A male’s voice called out. What the fuck? The door was opening when I heard Georgia’s voice.

“No, E! I’ll…” She shouted as the door opened fully. “Get it…” Erik was standing in the doorway as Georgia cowarded behind him.

“What the fuck?” Me and Erik said together. Then we both looked at Georgia.

“This is why I wanted you guys to come over…” she whispered. “We all need to talk.”

~~~

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Survivor (Scar Yautja x Reader) Part 2/2

Part 1

...

The next day, you didn’t see Scar for most of the time. He was in the ship almost constantly, not even coming out to eat at his usual times. This struck you as odd, because without his extra large steak portion he acted like a pouty child and bugged you constantly.

You were fine with it until he failed to turn up for the nightly episode of the Walking Dead; at that point, you were both worried and frustrated to the point that you decided to pay him a little visit (even though the ship freaked you out more than you’d want to admit). So you stomped over to the large entrance and banged on the metal.

“Where the hell are you?! Is everything okay?”

There was a clattering heard inside, and a moment later the door opened slightly, with Scar’s head poking out. “Hello, (Y/N).”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Don’t ‘hello’ me. You haven’t shown up the entire day! What’s going on?”

He thought for a moment, looking at you, before disappearing back inside. After a moment, the door opened fully, coming to a rest at your feet.

“Come inside, (Y/N).”

You hesitated, peering into the dark opening. Scar obviously trusted you enough to let you inside, but you felt uncertain; you knew nothing about their technology, so what if you messed something? Or worse, what if you did something so idiotic that Scar ended up injured?

You were snapped out of your trance by said alien extending his hand towards you to lead you inside. Taking a deep breath, you decided to trust his judgment, and let yourself be pulled inside.

The air inside felt different, heavier somehow. You looked around; the interior was made up of a dark, gleaming metal, and red light glowed from panels on the walls and floor. You had never seen anything like it before - the ship itself seemed to be filled with elegance and power.

Scar led you along what you assumed was the main corridor, into the control room of the ship. You were awed and didn’t dare utter a single word, silently looking around. After a while of taking in your surroundings you turned back to Scar.

“Holy shit, Scar! This is amazing! How… what…”

He clicked in return, laughing. “Take a moment, ooman. You can’t speak very well right now.”

You huffed, although a smile played at your lips. Taking a deep breath you started again.

“I love this place, it’s stunning. But why would you bring me in here?”

He stood up straighter and pointed at the panels at the front of the ship, presumably the controls. “I repaired all of it, it works perfectly.”

You squealed excitedly, running up and crushing him in a hug. “Yes! All our hard work has paid off! I’m so happy for you!”

He chuckled and returned the hug, purring deeply. “Yes, you were a great help and a magnificent host. My elders had sent a message to me earlier, they gave me coordinates and instructions.” He grinned happily at you. “I’ll be gone by tomorrow morning!”

Your elated smile vanished as you pulled away from the hug, looking up at him, heart pounding. “Wait… gone? You’re… you’re leaving me?”

He nodded, still not noticing your shocked expression. “Yes, I bet you’ll be glad to have your life back.” He laughed. “And don’t worry, you won’t have to interact with my line again. Doesn’t that relieve you?”

“What- no! No it doesn’t!” You pulled away from him abruptly, tears already pressing into your eyes. “Who said I wanted you to go?”

He stopped, looking down at you in surprise. “But I’ve disrupted your life and overused my stay. Why wouldn’t you want me gone?”

You stared at him open mouthed, your hands trembling. “Because you’re a part of my life now, and I’m at the point where I can’t imagine you not being here!” Your voice rose as you clenched your fists, anger beginning to overtake you. “And what the hell?! You didn’t say a single word to me the entire day, I was out of my mind worrying and now you’re just like ‘oh yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow, be happy’. Don’t you think you should’ve told me this earlier?!”

He frowned down at you, his tusks twitching as he let out a low growl. “I shouldn’t be telling you at all, ooman, so you should appreciate this. And it’s for the best! Our... ‘friendship’ was doomed from the beginning, it’s best that I’m gone as soon as possible.”

You felt the familiar pang of heartbreak hit your chest at his words, the tears you were holding in now spilling down your cheeks as your lip trembled. “I. Don’t. Want. You. Gone! Yeah you disrupted my life, but I like it! And… and you’ve made me feel…” you took a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat.

He cocked his head to the side as he approached you again, looking worried. “What are you saying, (Y/N)? I thought you wanted your old life back…”

His hands wrapped themselves around you gently, his purring quiet to comfort you, not realising it drove you crazy.

You felt a rush of desperation shoot through you amidst your anger. ‘Screw it’, you thought. ‘Now or never, he’s not going to be here ever again.’

You surged forward, pulling him down by the thin threads of his (fishnet?) armour and pressing your mouth to his, your eyes shut in fear of seeing his disgust. Your idea now seemed stupid - how could an intergalactic warrior ever have feelings for a mere human - and you braced yourself to be pushed away by Scar.

But… that never happened. After a second of hesitation, you felt his strong arms wrap tightly around you and you could feel your brain melting.

The kiss was… indescribable. You had never felt anything like this before, and as weird as it was (the, uh, anatomy of the alien considered), it was causing thrills to shoot through you and your legs felt like giving out from emotion. You poured all your love, your desperation, your pain into this moment, hoping that the Yautja will understand what you’re wordlessly telling him. In that moment, you knew that the fate of your future was decided for you; no matter how much you tried to forget, you could never let Scar go. In the end, he’d return to his own world, and you’d be left here, with an empty void in place of your heart.

You didn’t realise you were crying until you felt Scar’s clawed finger gently wiping across your cheek. You opened your eyes and pulled away from him, though still staying in his arms.

Scar tilted his head, his thumb still caressing your cheek. A sob tore itself out of your throat and you placed your head on his chest, muffling your cries.

“Please… don’t go… don’t leave me here… I-I can’t…”

Scar clicked softly, one hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner. “I’m here, (Y/N).”

You shook your head, trying to calm your breathing. “You have to go back and-”

“Shh”, the Yautja soothed, purring. “I’ll stay, then. I’ll stay with you, as long as I can.”

He didn’t speak after, but you could feel the waves of sadness rolling off of him.

But for now, you would pretend everything was fine.

That night, heading into bed, you stopped Scar from taking the guest room, pulling him into your own room instead. You didn’t care about anything anymore, you just wanted to feel him for as long as you could. You wanted him to be yours, screw the consequences.

You fell asleep to the comfort of his arms gripping you and his heartbeat sounding below your ear.

…

You woke up the next morning draped over Scar’s body, and his soft breathing told you he was still asleep. You looked up and smiled softly; he looked so much more peaceful when asleep. Beautiful. The sadness you felt last night was now a dull ache at the back of your mind, and you wanted to cherish your time with the Yautja. Placing your head back on his chest, a soft sigh escaped you and you pressed a kiss to his skin.

You felt Scar shift below you, his deep purr resonating a second later. You felt his hand go to your hair and stroke it gently, which made you smile.

“Morning”, you mumbled, receiving a few clicks in return. Ah, yes, he had removed his earpiece last night.

You stayed on top of him as he reached over to the bedside table to retrieve said device. After a minute, you heard his voice.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

You made a soft sound as you reached up to press a kiss to his jaw, making him purr. You giggled, Scar’s hand in your hair pausing a second at this. You felt better than you had in a long, long time, your heart full and bursting with love, love that was reflected in the Yautja’s eyes.

…

The whole day you felt like you were flying. You couldn’t get much done, as your mind was in an entirely different place, and you were even more distracted as your (boyfriend?) kept sneaking up behind you to gather you into his arms. You didn’t know if the Yautja really craved physical contact this much, but you figured that he’s doing it because he can see it makes you happy, and it was working. You felt almost ethereal and you walked around humming silly love songs the entire time. You were pretty sure you’d make Scar watch Dirty Dancing with you at the end of the day, too.

The thoughts of him leaving were pushed to the back of your mind and you managed not to focus on them at all. Instead, every free moment you had you spent with him. He also seemed to be procrastinating the ship repairs, and you felt your heart leap at the thought that it was for you.

You were standing in the back doorway watching him with his back to you, and a devilish idea crossed your mind. You began to sneak up on him, a smirk on your face the entire time, stepping on the grass as softly as possible. Scar seemed unaware of your presence and you planned to use that the best way possible.

With a mighty roar, you leaped up on to his back, laughing as your hands went to his neck, attempting to tickle him. His startled squawk made you laugh even harder as you continued with your assault, but soon you gasped as you felt him lean forward and literally throw you over his back, catching you in his hands and holding you tightly, your feet not even reaching the ground. His growling voice sounded right beside your ear.

“You want to play like this? It’s on.”

You swallowed hard, the sound of his voice making heat pool deep in your belly. He laughed at you, his hands going to your sides and mimicking the tickling motions that you had done to him. You shrieked with laughter and tried to push him off.

“N-NO- AHAHAH- STOP!!”

Turning in his arms, you pushed at him, making the both of you stumble onto the ground with you on top. You used that to your advantage and with a triumphant yell you resumed the tickle fight. This, however, didn’t seem to affect Scar as much as you hope and soon enough, you found yourself on your back with him lying on you, gripping your arms to stop you from moving. He grinned and purred, “I win.”

You struggled for a moment, laughing, before finally giving up and putting your arms slack to the ground. It was only then that you realised your position, and heat rushed to your cheeks as you bit your lip. “O-okay, you win.”

Scar seemed pleased, then tilted his head as he observed your reaction. Slowly, he pressed his hips into yours and you whimpered in response, staring up at him wide eyed. His right hand left your arm and began travelling up your side towards your chest, and you felt arousal shoot through you, your breathing much heavier than before.

Scar purred, enjoying the reactions he was pulling from your body. Your sweet scent was driving him crazy, and he doubted he could hold back much longer.

As you looked up at him, you felt all your worries melt away slowly. The whole situation should’ve weirded you out, but honestly, you were past all of that. All you knew now was that the future was unpredictable and frightening, but now you had someone to venture into the unknown with.

And by god, were you excited to see what your future with Scar will be like. After all, you were both survivors, you could get through anything together.

Together. You liked the sound of that.

...

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To Keep You Safe

Title: Why aren’t you scared of me? Why do you care for me?

Chapter: 16/?

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn’t have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: E 

Notes: Friendly reminder that this is un-Beta’d, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors I no doubt missed during revisions! 

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings for this chapter: Smut before the first cut (but after the keep reading), brief mention of violence, blood, torture, and a bit of language.

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“Talk to me, little one. I need to know what you’re thinking,” he pleaded desperately.

I watched in silent fascination as his dark brows creased together, creating an intersection with the lines now patterned across his forehead. His tongue–still pink–darted out to wet his lips nervously. Cracking echoed out between us from his grey-blue knuckles as he rubbed his hands together. I had never seen him look more anxious than he did standing before me in that moment.

And all I could think of was that he looked like an incredibly buff smurf.

“A Frost Giant?” I tested how the words felt on my lips, my voice quiet and dripping with curiosity as I stood up to slowly walk over to him.

He watched me with fear tight around his eyes. His breath stuttered in his throat when I reached out to take one of his hands into mine and traced the back of it slowly. My fingers followed the lines up his arms thoughtfully. They looked as if they were implanted beneath his skin and were hard yet supple at the same time, similar to the raised scar tissue on my shoulder. I worked to keep my face neutral beneath his intense scrutiny. It wouldn’t do for him to get the wrong idea about my exploration of his body before I had come to any conclusions myself.

“A lesser race to the Asgardian than you believed me to be. They’re primitive brutes who live on a planet of ice,” he spat out with obvious disdain for the beings he spoke of. The being that he was.

My probing touch settled on his shoulders, and I finally lifted my roving eyes to his face. If I looked hard enough, beneath the blue tint and blood-red eyes, I could see the man that I had fallen in love with deep down inside of him. He still felt like him, maybe a bit colder, but that could be because I, unlike him, wasn’t built for this weather and I was so cold that my fingers were tinted red. I lifted my hand up to run over the lines on his cheeks but I stopped just a hair’s breadth from his skin, suddenly unsure of how he would react.

“I will not hurt you. I am still myself. This…” he gestured to himself with a wave of his hands at his sides, “has always existed. You can touch me.”

But the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice said, ’Please touch me.’

I did as he asked even though he hadn’t said it out loud. My fingertips skated across the ridges of his cheeks and he closed his eyes to lean into my touch with a sigh. My hand cupped his jaw and I traced his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, parting his lips just enough so that I could feel his short breaths puff out against it.

None of this was normal, but how normal was my life, really? I was a woman with freaking powers, like earth bending nonsense, living in a tower full of superhumans and two aliens. How different was one alien from another? I didn’t know much about Frost Giants or Asgardians when it came down to it. So, Loki was a smurf. He had been one all along; he just hid it well with some clever magic. No matter what he said about Frost Giants being a brutal primitive race, he had proved that wrong in the time that I’d known him. An alien was an alien was an alien. If I was going to start getting alien-racist about this then I seriously had some issues to work out.

I set my hands back on his biceps--still felt like steel cables beneath his cold skin--and squeezed them gently to get his attention. “Kiss me.”

His eyes, so startlingly red, burst open so he could look down at me in shock. “Excuse me?”

I rubbed his arms gently with my thumbs as I answered matter-of-factly, “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me, right now, looking like this. Don’t change back.”

And when he finally shoved aside enough of his doubt to stoop down to brush his lips across mine, it fully cemented the fact that beneath the blue exterior, this was still Loki. His low groan of pleasure when I nipped at his bottom lip was one that I had reveled in countless times before and knew intimately. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and teased his with long, languid flicks that made him gasp quietly and tense up beneath my hands, but he didn’t do anything more. He let me do what I wished with him, but his hands stayed firmly by his sides and his body inches away from mine.

I broke the kiss and pulled away just enough so that I could open my eyes to look into his. He stared back at me, panting heavily, but hesitation marked his brow and tightened his blue lips into a thin line. My lips barely touched his as I whispered the one word I know would break him out of this anxious and fearful rut that his self-loathing had dragged him into: “Mine.”

That did it.

His arms curled around my back and he tugged me against him. He claimed my lips for his own and thrust his tongue into my mouth to tangle deliciously with mine. Once I was firmly held in place by his hand splayed across the small of my back, his other hand traveled down my back to slip over my ass and grind my hips into his roughly. His lips left mine to drag a scorching hot yet icy cold trail down my jawline while he continued to roll our hips into each other, making his pleasure at my enthusiastic reaction very prominent where it ground into my thigh. My forehead dropped heavily onto his shoulder as I focused on keeping my legs from collapsing beneath me from the waves of delicious heat surging through them.

“Not here,” I insisted breathily with a weak shake of my head.

“Hold onto me.” His gruff command was quick and low. He didn’t give me much warning before he hooked his hands beneath my thighs and lifted them so that my only option was to cross my ankles behind his back and circle his shoulders with my arms. I planted lingering, hot kisses on the blue skin of his shoulder as he carried me effortlessly inside. The warmth of the building was so welcome on my frozen skin that my warm sigh of relief ghosted across Loki’s neck, and it sent a shiver up his spine that tightened his strong grip on my thighs.

I was too engrossed in tracing a ridge with my tongue that spanned his flesh from chiseled jaw to shoulder to pay attention to my surroundings. Only when he settled down into a chair that rolled beneath our combined weight did I lift my lips from his collarbone to take in our surroundings. Apparently he couldn’t wait to get to our bedroom, and a nearby conference room was going to have to do. He settled me over his lap with my knees on either side of his hips, and he used his grip on my thighs to push my center down over the sizable bulge growing in between his legs. Between his thin sweatpants and my jeans, it was more teasing than satiating, and a mewl of frustration crawled up from my throat at the lack of friction.

For a moment we just stared at each other in the darkness of the room, our aqua and porcelain faces lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Even without much light, the difference in our skin tones was apparent, as his didn’t catch the light as mine did as I straddled him. His startling eyes watched me with something akin to wonder lightening up the lust that lingered just beneath the surface. I relaxed my steadying grip on his shoulders to drag my fingers through his jet black hair, starting at his temple and working my way down until I was cupping his neck. He hummed appreciatively at the touch and gave me a small, content smile.

“You are always so beautiful, Loki,” I whispered, voice husky.

“You truly mean that.” His hoarse voice was incredulous, but it wasn’t a question.

“Of course I do.” I shifted on his lap so I could press a light kiss to the lines between his brows before clambering out of his clutches to stand up in front of him with my hands on my hips, all sweet honesty wiped from my face and replaced with sternness. “Take off your clothes.”

His eyebrow quirked up at my soft but commanding tone. With a hesitant but still wicked grin, he rose to his feet. When he reached out for me I took a step back out of arm’s reach and wagged a finger at him.

“No sir,” I said with mock seriousness, “just you. Strip, blueberry popsicle man.”

All hesitation finally left his face as he stared down at me with unbridled hunger. Good. With agonizing slowness, his large hands trailed over his flexed stomach muscles, and the rasp of skin against skin was so loud in the silence of the room it rivaled only the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he hooked his thumbs into the hem of his pants and tugged them and his underwear down, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of wonderful ridged blue skin that I longed to worship with my touch.

So worship I would.

Once he straightened up to his full impressive height my eyes flickered back to the rolling chair behind him. A quick flex of my powers and ‘come hither’ motion of my fingers and I urged it forward just enough so that it tapped the back of his legs. He sank heavily into the chair and opened his arms for me to return to his lap. And I would. After I took care of something else first. I had plans to show him just how much I loved him, in any form or color, and I would not let his heavy-lidded red hot gaze deter that plan.

“You always told people to kneel for you. But never me,” I mused, a boldness growing within my chest from the way his heavy cock twitched when I slipped his hoodie from my shoulders to drop at his feet. My head tilted to the side with a challenge lighting up my eyes. “Do it.”

He swallowed and a muscle ticked in his jaw as he clenched it tightly. Even looking like this, the Frost Giant that he was, he was very much Loki. Arrogant and smug as ever as he narrowed his eyes at me and lifted his chin. “Kneel, mortal.”

Calling me mortal had a whole new level of intensity when he looked so clearly like an otherworldly being. At times it was easy to forget that he wasn’t just a man like any other that I’d known, but kneeling down in front of him and coming right up to his hard blue cock settled between his legs left no room for any doubt in my mind. My fingernails scratched lightly against his thighs as I dragged my hands up them to come to rest at the base of him.

A wave of shyness overtook me as I carefully grasped him in one of my hands. He was so big and I had his full attention. What if I wasn’t good enough for him? My other hand came to a stop on the flat of his abs, and he covered my hand with his. I marveled for a moment at the difference in our skin tones as they contrasted so beautifully in the dim light. His stomach muscles rippled beneath my hand as I looked up to him from my submissive position before him. The pure desire that shone in his ruby eyes killed any hesitation that had been swirling in my stomach, and I lowered my head to drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of him.

My name uttered as a curse from his lips sent a rush of heat straight to my already throbbing core. It spurred me on to take the head of his cock into my mouth and hollow out my cheeks while my tongue swirled around him. I reveled in the groans that I pulled out of him as I began a steady rhythm of stroking him with my hand around the root of his cock and my mouth bobbing up and down along the rest of him. His free hand fisted into my hair and encouraged me to move to the tempo that he wanted. His hips rocked into me shortly after, joined by a steady stream of moans that tumbled out of his parted lips.

Even still fully dressed, I was desperate for any sort of relief I could find for the pulsing wet heat between my legs. I slipped my hand out from beneath his to quickly fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. Once I managed to get them undone my hand dove inside of my underwear to gather my own slick heat on my fingertips and rub it around my aching clit. The sight of me trying to find my own pleasure while using my mouth to give Loki his must have been too much for him, as he pulled my lips off of him with an obscene ’pop’.

He easily lifted me to my feet and pulled me to stand in between his spread legs. I frantically scrambled to pull my shirt and bra off while he helped me step out of my jeans and underwear. Once I was just as bare as him, his hands latched onto my waist and he lifted me to perch on his lap in a move so smooth and quick that a laugh tumbled from my lips. He chuckled softly in return and peppered my neck and jaw with light kisses.

Of course, those stopped when I reached between us to guide him against my wet and ready heat. He held completely still, his lips sealed over the soft skin of my neck, as I rubbed him against my wet outer folds teasingly, drawing an impatient moan from him and a gasp from myself as he grazed my clit. I positioned him at my weeping opening and a single impatient thrust of his hips encased him inside of my warmth. His head fell forward onto my shoulder once he was fully sheathed within me and his panting breaths tickled the bare skin of my chest. I clutched at his back desperately as I stretched around him. He was just so big, and if I was forced to guess, I would say that he might have even been slightly bigger in his true Frost Giant form.

“You are so tight,” he moaned reverently, rolling his hips ever-so-gently, pulling a matching pleasured groan from my throat and sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body.

I could already tell that this wasn’t going to last very long for either of us. My stomach was tight with the tension of my impending orgasm, and his lined brow was drawn together as he grabbed my ass with both hands to guide me up and down the length of him. This angle allowed my clit to rub against him just enough to bring me right to the edge, my legs tight and my breaths caught in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to send me over into oblivion.

Desperate for release, I pushed a hand between our writhing bodies to stimulate my hard clit. Loki watched me with lustful almost glowing red eyes. The sight drove him to thrust into me harder, faster, adding the slapping of our flesh together to the erotic sounds of our moans and breathy sighs that filled the room.

With one final stuttering thrust, he slammed my hips down onto his and emptied himself within me with a loud cry. The erotic sound of my name moaned through his parted blue lips was enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I clutched onto him in a wild attempt to stay tethered to reality as shocks and tremors rolled throughout me and fluttered over his spent cock still inside of me.

I forgot how to breathe. I forgot how to think. I forgot how to do anything other than ride the waves of pleasure and cling to him.

So great was the orgasm that I must have blacked out momentarily, because as I slowly became aware of my surroundings, I registered his hands rubbing my back soothingly, holding me upright and skating over the barely-healed wounds of my middle and upper back with such tender care and devotion. My head had fallen onto his shoulder and I rolled it to the side to leave a soft kiss on his pulse as it pounded in his throat.

“I love you, Loki,” I murmured, sleepy and content to fall limply against his chest.

I could feel his lips pulling back into a smile against the flushed and sweat-dampened skin of my shoulder. “And I, you, little one.”

~~~

“So are you always putting on this appearance if you’re technically a Frost Giant?” I asked softly, afraid to disturb the peace of our bedroom--Loki had been slowly moving his belongings over in the last month since I returned to the Compound--but my curiosity got the best of me. I traced meaningless shapes across his pectoral muscles as I lounged sprawled across his naked torso. Our bare legs were tangled together beneath the sheets and his arms were wrapped around my back and performing similar ministrations to my waist.

His low voice reverberated through his chest and against my cheek. “My true heritage was only revealed to me recently. It requires more effort to-”

I cut him off with a mischevious smirk, “Look like a blueberry popsicle.”

He chuckled and pinched my side, causing me to yelp and swat his chest with a satisfying ’smack’ that most definitely didn’t hurt him. “As I was saying, I have to actively work to hold the form of a Frost Giant as opposed to my Æsir appearance that you are currently pinning to the bed. I suppose it is subconscious to look this way,” he mused thoughtfully, the hint of disdain for his heritage barely lingering in his tone.

I shifted in the bed to cross my arms over his chest and rest my chin on them. This angle allowed me to look into his eyes more easily. He looked so peaceful and warm in the morning light, content even. Only the barest hint of doubt and self-loathing crinkled at the edges of his eyes. I would make him accept himself if it took the rest of my days.

“Well, I certainly enjoy,” I rolled my bare hips against his thigh emphatically, “both forms. And will continue to do so, as we did last night. Again,” I pinched his nipple, “and again,” I craned my neck to press a kiss to his jaw, “and again.”

I made to pull away to start the day, only to be reeled back onto the bed by his arms tightening around my waist and pulling me back so that I was suddenly pinned beneath him. He allowed enough of his weight to hold me down into the comfortable sheets, the length of his firm body pressing into me from thigh to chest. He cradled the sides of my head in his strong hands and tenderly stroked my temples with his thumbs as he stared down at me with a small smile.

“That will have to wait for another time, little one. I have a proposition for you, and I wish for you to listen to it in its entirety before you respond. Understood?”

“Somebody is bossy this morning. Sure, I’ll listen,” I agreed with a shrug of my shoulders. My hands came up to rest on his sides lightly and I drummed my fingers against his ribs idly.

“You have made great strides in your mental and physical recovery in the past month, and I am so proud of you for it. However, the threat of Hydra and Thanos returning continues to grow with each passing day, and I was speaking with your Avengers the other day. We believe that we may be able to expedite the healing process if you allow the Witch to see what was done to you, so we may better determine a strategy to combat it and bring you back to yourself. We need to have you fully prepared to defend yourself if the case calls for it.” He presented his plan clearly and calmly, but his temperate attitude didn’t lessen my heart thudding against my ribs or my fingers digging into his pale flesh.

I centered myself in the strength of his steady gaze. He would not have suggested this idea if he didn’t think it would help and if he didn’t trust Wanda. It didn’t make me feel much better about the situation, but that small nugget of knowledge stopped me from spiraling into a full-blown panic attack. I inhaled when he exhaled, timing myself to his breaths that pushed against my chest. Once I felt reasonably confident I wasn’t going to succumb to my fear, I frowned and looked at the door as if it was going to spring to life and attack me. “They are my enemies. They want to use me.”

His long fingers pushed gently on the sides of my head to bring my eyes back to his. He looked so confident, so sure, and yet so loving as he gazed down at me. “I promise you that they do not intend to use you or hurt you. I searched Stark’s mind for his intentions just yesterday to ensure your safety. They are concerned for you. I believe that the Witch can help me in restoring your mind to what it once was. You have improved so rapidly and have such control over yourself comparitively, but a small nudge in the right direction with your true memories may assist you a great deal. And as you do not want me to see what happened,” I shook my head, “then she is the only one who can help you at this time. I will not let her tamper with your memories. She will not remove or add anything, and most importantly, I will not leave your side.”

I let my head fall back into the pillows with a low groan. I hated the idea of anyone rifling around in my head; that is what got me into this mess in the first place. Now I didn’t know who to trust or what to believe except when it came to the man currently cradling me in his arms. But I also hated the pain on Loki’s face whenever he caught me off guard with his touch and I flinched away, or worse, threatened him with whatever nearby weapon I could find. I wanted the war inside my head to end. I wasn’t about to let him poke around inside my memories; I didn’t want him to see me that weak or brutalized, but I couldn’t continue to live with the trauma that gripped my thoughts like a vice. If it called for it, I wasn’t sure if I could defend myself, and that would only put him in danger as he tried to protect me as well as himself. So, I relented, shoving my fear deep down inside where it was quiet while we both got ready for the day.

Everyone that lived at the Compound, plus Tony, was scattered around the various couches and seats when we left the safe haven of our bedroom, attempting to look natural and doing a poor job of it. I could plainly see the bulge of a vein in Steve’s neck, the clenching of Tony’s hands together, Natasha’s head tilted toward us as she pretended to work on a tablet. Vision was the most obviously apprehensive of the bunch, his anxiety pouring off of him as he stood protectively over Wanda’s side. The only one who looked relatively calm was Thor, who beamed at Loki leading me by the hand into the room.

I watched them just as closely as they did me. My eyes darted between them to watch for an attack as Loki sat me down in my favorite spot on the couch. He didn’t let go of me for a second as he settled down beside me, pressing his chest into my side and wrapping an arm around my shoulders for silent support. I did my best to push down the fear gnawing at my insides, looking up warily at Wanda who had moved to perch on the coffee table in front of me.

“I just want to see what they did to you, so we can try to put your mind back to where it was before. Is that alright?” she asked, regarding me as if I were a wild animal that had wandered into the safety of their home. I could tell that she was trying to be reassuring with her smile but her slightly widened eyes told a different story.

I tensed up to brace myself for the onslaught of trauma that was about to come my way. Loki took one of my hands in his and clutched it tightly in my lap. I lifted my eyes to him and he was leveling Wanda with a warning glare that would make anyone’s blood run cold. I hated this. I hated it so much that I wanted to scream and rip this room apart and hide away forever. But Loki thought this was what needed to be done, and he was watching over me, so I placed my trust in him. I relented, giving her a quick nod before closing my eyes and dropping my head and tilting my torso to press just a little more against the shoulder of the man who had sworn to protect me.

White hot pain exploded across my back, my ribs, my face. Tony Stark is your enemy. Wanda Maximoff is-. Electricity burned through my body. Too many injections to count, each scorching me from the inside out. Hunger clawed at my stomach. No peace. No rest. Only pain.

She ripped out of my head and I released the breath that I had been unknowingly holding. My entire body was one giant clenched muscle as I struggled to hold onto the present against the barrage of memories that she had pulled to the surface.

That cane whirring through the air before it smacked against my broken flesh. No--Loki’s strong arms around me.

Pain blossoming across my exposed skin. Loki’s rough fingers dragging along those same pathways, pulling pleasure from deep within me.

Each terrible vision that tried to force itself into the forefront of my thoughts was replaced with Loki, and I knew it had to be him putting those memories there, as I was still too frazzled to do so myself.

But for all of his efforts, still my ears roared, drowning out every sound around me. I opened my clenched eyes and lifted my head from the safety of his embrace to look around the room as I struggled to place myself anywhere but back in that hellhole of a torture chamber.

“Get her out of here, now!” Tony shouted, his voice far away and muffled, and I turned to him to see glass levitating around the room. A quick glance behind him clued me in that I must have shattered the wall of windows at some point in time. Wanda and Vision were already out of the room, but Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Thor were all standing with Tony, staring at me as if I were some sort of broken monster. Metal ripped itself from the wall and flew to form a crudely made barrier between Loki and me and everyone else. The glass and iron coffee table Wanda had been sitting on groaned before turning in on itself, the glass that made up the tabletop exploding and hovering in the air. It was as if I wasn’t controlling the chaos, but I knew that some part of me deep down was doing everything it could to protect me and this was how it saw fit to do so.

Strong arms scooped me up and cradled me to a lean chest, and within moments we were in my strangely untouched room--apparently my destruction hadn’t extended this far. I forced myself to pay attention to Loki as he sat down on the couch and shifted me so that I was situated in his lap. I almost strangled him with my arms wrapped around his neck so tightly but he didn’t make a sound of discomfort. I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck as I fought against the fear that boiled inside of me.

I would not give in to the darkness wanting to overtake my vision. I would not give in to the panic threatening to steal my breath away. I would not succumb to the fear clawing at my throat and pricking at my eyes.

“Shhh, little one. I will never let anything happen to you. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Focus on breathing with me,” he murmured, voice honey and warmth as his lips pressed against the shell of my ear.

I did as he instructed and pressed my ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat and breath, trying to match mine to his. His hands stroked small circles into my hip and back as he used his comforting touch to try to soothe away my panic. Once I felt like I had more a grip on myself, I pulled away to look up at him, only to see his eyes filled with sadness and rage. He smoothed a hand over my forehead and left a lingering kiss on my temple before settling me on the couch and striding briskly out of the room.

I don’t know how long I sat there, dumbstruck, before a heavy knock echoed throughout the room.

“Milady, may I come in?”

I hadn’t let anyone besides Loki inside since Tony had barged in that first day. But Thor had been slowly worming his way back into more neutral territory lately, and he also might have some information on where Loki went. I stood up and crossed my arms as I walked over to stand several feet away from the door. He may be the God of Thunder, but I would still be ready to do my best to kick his ass if I needed to. He’d win, but I could still try.

“Let him in this one time, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” I instructed with a heavy sigh.

The door whirred open to reveal the smiling god leaning against the frame casually. When I only stared at him silently he strolled into the room to plop down heavily on my couch. He sprawled out with his arms stretched across the back of it and his legs spread out before him, looking right at home despite the tension pouring off of me.

“Where’d he go?” I cut right to the chase.

Thor scrubbed a hand over his face to reveal a much less pleasant expression tugging on the downturn of his lips at my question. “Tony tracked the vehicle that he commandeered to one of three Hydra bases that we are aware of currently.”

Oh. So Loki finally snapped and went to go blow off some steam be ripping some Hydra assholes in half. I couldn’t say that I was sad for the inevitable loss of life, but I did pity the people that would face the brunt of his rage. He was not one for mercy at the best of times.

I latched onto the one absurd fact I could to stop the mental images of him ravaging an entire building full of people. “When did he learn how to drive? Can you drive?”

The blinding, kind smile was back on his tanned face. “Sam instructed us both while you were training with Natasha. Tony thought it best that we learn how to operate any and all vehicles around the Compound in case of emergency.”

“Of course he did,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Always one to be prepared, Tony, and he had given Loki the tools needed to go out and wreak havoc on the world because I wasn’t strong enough to handle myself.

“Sit with me,” Thor instructed with easy arrogance, scooting over on the couch so that there was several feet of empty space to the side of him. He acted like the king he had been born to be, just expecting people to follow his orders without any protest.

But I was not his subject, I wasn’t even his friend, so I stubbornly shifted on my feet and shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. It earned me a nod from him in acknowledgment of my decision and a shrug of his shoulders.

“Very well. He had asked me to keep watch over you if anything should ever happen to him, and although I greatly doubt that this is what he had intended, I swore to him that I would and I am not one to shirk my duties. So, if you do not mind, I will wait for his return in your shared chambers? If not I can station myself outside of your door, but this is far more comfortable.”

I wasn’t sure of it, but I knew that I couldn’t take Loki in a fight, and I knew that Thor was physically stronger than him, even if only marginally. Was it wise to let Thor just hang out in here? Did I care about his comfort? He had shown me nothing but kindness since returning from Hydra, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt me. If he did he’d already had ample opportunities to do so in the last month. I kept my eyes locked on him as I backed up to my bed and crawled onto it, watching him closely for any twitch or flicker of movement that could be taken as hostile.

“You stay there and I’ll stay here. Got it?”

The hulking man nodded and closed his eyes, tilting his head onto the back of the couch. I watched his breathing even out over the course of several minutes, and only minutely relaxed when I was sure that he was asleep. Some bodyguard. I couldn’t decide whether or not I was insulted or touched that Loki wanted to make sure I was watched over in his absence. I was more than capable of taking care of myself, especially if my earlier performance was anything to go by.

I wanted nothing more than to curl up on the bed and relax, maybe read a book or doodle, but I was too keyed up with Thor present and Loki in possible danger to even attempt any sort of rest. That left my mind to run away with itself as I sat there propped up against the headboard.

I was able to destroy an entire wall of windows without blinking an eye. I didn’t even think about it and the industrial iron coffee table had collapsed in on itself. I had levitated a room full of glass shards while my mind had been completely and totally focused on the others in the room. What had Hydra done to me that I could now manipulate all these things, and with such ease?

Testing myself, I reached my hand out toward the wooden chair that Loki had stationed by my bedside. I barely tugged on the energy pulsing within me and it rose several feet in the air, not even shaking as I held it with only my thoughts. A twist of my wrist spun it around in slow, controlled circles, and I only had to relax my hand and it fell back to the floor with a loud thud, jolting the slumbering god on my couch awake. He watched me silently with appraising eyes, and I resumed my exploration of my powers once it seemed like he was content to do so. I held out my hand and with the faintest of effort, a long, thin piece of metal came loose from the doorframe and settled into my palm. All it took was drawing my hand over the cool material for the end to warp and bend into a fine point.

I jumped up off the bed when the door to my room opened and held up the makeshift weapon like a spear over my head. Thor was in front of me before I could blink, blocking my view of the door with his broad shoulders. The defensive action startled me enough that I lowered my weapon to my side as I peered around him to see who had come into my room.

Loki strode into the room swiftly, but I could detect a heaviness in his bare shoulders that also dragged at his feet. Where had his shirt gone? From the flecks of blood dotting his arms, I assumed that I didn't want to know. He locked eyes with Thor and nodded his head once, which seemed to be a dismissal, as Thor shot a quick smile my way before leaving the room. I was swept into Loki’s embrace as soon as the door closed, and although I had been worried sick that he was going to get injured, I couldn’t stop myself from melting into him.

“Are you hurt?” I asked into his neck. His skin tasted faintly of sweat and dirt, hinting at what he had gotten up to while he had disappeared.

“No, love. I am perfectly healthy,” he assured me.

“Good.” I detangled myself from his arms so that I could land a punch as hard as I could against his chest. He didn’t even flinch while my knuckles felt like they were broken. Real smart move there, punching a man who can deflect bullets with his skin. His face was expressionless as he stared down at me, and it only fueled my anger. “You can’t do that shit! I only knew where you were because Thor told me. You don’t get to just run away without saying something, anything!”

He arched a brow and tilted his head down at me, narrowing his eyes. “I answer to no one.”

It was hard to intimidate the giant of a god, but hell if I didn’t try by mimicking his pose and crossing my arms over my stomach. “No, you don’t. But we’re in a relationship now, and that means that I love you, damnit. So you can’t just run off and fuck some people up without either letting me come as back up or you telling me where you’re going. Because I care about you, and it would end me if anything happened to you. I was scared for you, Loki.”

The hardness in his face softened and he reached out to brush his hands along my upper arms. “You are angry because you were worried about me?”

I shook out the pain in my hand with a grimace and rolled my eyes. “Yes, smart one. I know what they’re capable of…”

Careful not to jostle my injured hand, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders to tuck me back into his chest. “I apologize for not explaining myself earlier. When we were in the living area, I was ensuring that the Witch didn’t do any damage to your memories and…” he trailed off with a heavy sigh that shuddered throughout his body.

“You saw what she saw, what happened to me,” I supplied quietly. I let my injured hand press against the cool skin of his stomach to soothe the throbbing ache there. It wasn’t as effective as ice, but it’d do in a pinch.

He made a quiet noise of affirmation and took my hand from his stomach to carefully cradle and cool the injury more effectively. “I did.”

So the sight of my torture had driven him to violence? It would fit the suddenness of his departure and his rash behavior. He wasn't known for being the most level-headed in the best of times, and his protectiveness over me was apparent to anyone who saw us together. He had only been trying to protect me. It was sweet and infuriating, which seemed to sum him up perfectly. I craned my head up to look at him. “Next time at least let me know where you’re going, okay? You would ask the same of me.” In reality, he would demand that I stay here while he took care of the threat, but I didn’t need to bring that up when we both knew it was true.

He pecked my lips gently with a soft smile. “Of course, my love. Forgive me for worrying you.”

“Fine.” I tried to hide my placated smile with an angry grimace that I knew he didn’t buy. “Jerk.”

~~~

It took weeks of work to get me to anything close to resembling ‘normal’ after Loki convinced me to continue the test treatment. Weeks of Wanda leaning over me as I sat on my bed in Loki’s arms, her eyes and hands glowing red as she delved deeper into my mind, locking away each moment of torture and agony that I experienced while I was away. And while she worked, Loki brought each happy memory with the Avengers that he could dig up to the forefront of my thoughts, reinforcing the notion that we were family, I was loved, and they never set out to hurt me.

It was thankless, never-ending work that often ended with me shuddering against Loki as I struggled to handle the invasion and manipulation from their very powerful minds. It left Wanda exhausted as well, so tired that she had to be carried out of my bedroom by Vision--who never left her side when she was around me. I couldn’t blame him, given my track record, but some part of me was deeply hurt by the hostility in his eyes as he would take her to rest.

The only one who didn’t seem to be drained from the exercises was Loki, but he was a god after all. If they did affect him negatively, he hid it well as he held me for as long as I needed after each session, rubbing the tension from my muscles and lavishing praises upon my fragile and overworked spirit. If you had asked me six months ago if I would have thought that the God of Mischief would be nursing me back to health I would have laughed right in your face.

He was the constant anchor in my life. Keeping me grounded as I slowly integrated back into a tentative routine with the others. His hand upon my lower back or my arm guided me through the world and kept me from spiraling down into the darkness whenever something triggered the memories Wanda had been working so hard to push down and shut away. It was him I turned to when the nightmares wrenched me from sleep, his arms reaching out to hold me to him before he’d even fully woken up. Without his steady presence at my side, there’s no telling where I would be when it came to my mental state.

~~~

“Did you get that email-” Tony asked as he leaned over his desk and fiddled with a rocket for his suit.

“Sent off to Roger in SHIELD? Sent it this morning,” I cut him off.

“And call back-”

“Mr. Smith over in Programming? Handled that this morning. He won’t be bothering us anymore.”

“And that interview-”

“Scheduled for this Friday at two pm, after your lunch date with Pepper. I made reservations at that Italian place she likes so much. I also hired two new interns that you asked for, had your shipment of wiring sent up to your main lab, scheduled pizzas for delivery for the gang tonight, sent out for your dry cleaning, and called and sent up an appointment for your doctor to come over to take another look at your shoulder,” I replied matter-of-factly, finally looking up at him from my cell phone where had been glancing through an email.

Tony looked taken back and took his glasses off to drop them onto the desk. “How’d you know my shoulder is messed up?”

“When you’re thinking you tend to rub it,” I shrugged. “Plus, Pepper told me.”

“You talk to Pepper?” he asked, looking a little too shocked at that information. Had he met either of us?

“Of course. She is basically running everything around here. And she lives with you. She just got a little busy and needed me to set it up. We talk about everything,” I chuckled, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Jesus. If you weren’t so good at your job I’d have to fire you. But I couldn’t let you live with all the dirt you’ve got on me, and the cover-up for your death would be a logistical nightmare.” Tony rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“You wouldn’t know what to do without me, Mr. Stark!” I called, pulling a bottle of ibuprofen from my back pocket and tossing it to him before walking away. “Take this for the headache. I’m going to go meet with Janet about putting out some fires.”

“You’re the best, kid!” he called to my retreating form. I only smiled to myself and waved back at him.

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A Simple Plan (Chapter 11)

No, he wanted to protect him, and now that he looked back on it, he felt like he had since he'd first seen him in the sandwich shop in Queens. He genuinely cared about Peter, in a way he really hadn't genuinely cared about anyone since realizing how he felt about Pepper. And now he had to hand him back over to those demons.

Notes: Okay, the last chapter ended in a cruel place, and we’re so close to the next part I figured I may as well double post. Only two more chapters to go! 

Hours later, Peter slowly started to resurface into consciousness.

He groaned, trying to turn his head and finding that it was pounding, and felt like he may as well be trying to move a slab of concrete. A groan escaped him again, and he stopped, trying to decide what to do. He was vaguely aware of the world around him through the haze of pain in his whole body. There were voices - definitely voices, but he couldn't make them out…

Concentrating, he managed to crack one eye open, then the other.

For a second, the whole world was blurry. He blinked a few times, and slowly things came back into focus.

He was in a bedroom, from the looks of it, but it may as well have been a hospital room, what with all the equipment surrounding him. He tried to sit up and realized with no small amount of horror that something was shoved into his chest, limiting his range of movement even more than through the pain. He couldn't see it under the blankets, but it felt like… like…

He ripped the blankets off of him, staring at the tube disappearing into his ribs. He reached for it, heart pounding-

A strong hand grabbed his wrist, and another set of hands was on his shoulders, leveraging him back to the bed as they pulled the blankets back over him. Peter didn't struggle against the grip, feeling entirely too weak to do so, but looked up at who had ahold of him.

It was Captain America who'd grabbed his wrist. The elder hero smiled gently at him. "Hey kiddo. How are we feeling?"

Peter didn't answer right away, looking over the see who was on his other side. To his surprise, it was a woman; one he hadn't seen before. She was tall and had stunning red curls that were rather messy at the moment, and her one arm was in a sling across her chest while the other pressed down on his shoulder, but even she smiled at him.

"That's Nat," Captain America told him. "The Black Widow. She's a friend."

Peter swallowed hard. He knew who Black Widow was; he'd just never seen her before in any way that wasn't through a screen. "Uh… hi," he managed. His throat felt like sandpaper, and he had to stop again.

"Hello, Peter. I'm glad to see you awake," Widow said kindly, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Um… how long was I…" Peter stopped again, noticing the look the two Avengers exchanged.

"It's... been about a day," Cap admitted quietly, looking away. He'd let his wrist drop as soon as he'd calmed down. "Things went a little sideways, kiddo. We thought we were going to lose you for a while."

"Lose me? But that wasn't… I mean, I've taken worse. Most of it wasn't even that bad," Peter said, his brows drawn together.

Cap sighed, looking pained. It was Black Widow who continued. "Peter, Tony broke several of your ribs," she told him.

He frowned. "I know that. We figured that would happen."

She gave him a long look, as if weighing how she wanted to phrase the next part. "A few of them... punctured your lungs," she explained softly, and it took a minute for the meaning of that to sink in.

"Oh. Oh," Peter breathed. He looked down at the tube in his chest, and something clicked. "So the chest pain… I actually couldn't breathe." He hadn't just been panicking.

Widow looked pained, but she nodded her head. "Your right lung collapsed. The left had a small perforation as well, but luckily we got to you in time to keep that one from collapsing too. Tony realized what happened and-"

Peter felt his stomach drop, and he didn't even hear her finish, mind reeling. He did not just go through that for nothing, did he? Stark finished the video. He had to. He wouldn't have just stopped… would he?

Only one way to be sure…

He lifted his hand from under the blankets, slowly, feeling himself trembling, and nearly cried, although with relief or horror he wasn't even sure.

Only gauze remained where his left pinky should be.

His panic eased a little at the sight. They'd done it. If nothing else, they'd accomplished their goal. The guy on the video had said that they would be able to negotiate a meeting if Mr. Stark did it - so they were that much closer to getting Wanda back. He felt some of the knot in his chest ease.

"-working on fixing it," Black Widow was saying, apparently thinking his panic was about losing his finger. "Tony has some ideas-"

"Where is he?" Peter interrupted. He knew it was rude - and dangerous - to interrupt her, but he wanted to see him, needed to see him. He wanted to know what was going on, and make sure the elder man wasn't beating himself to hell and back for what had happened, which if he knew anything about him, it was that he certainly was.

Cap sighed. "He… didn't want to leave you, but he needed had to go do the drop before time ran out. He should be back anytime."

Peter nodded, letting his head fall back against the pillows. Now that all his emotion had all drained away, he was just left feeling exhausted. "When he gets back…"

"He'll be right in," Cap promised. "Get some rest, kiddo."

And just like that, Peter was out.

Tony really hadn't wanted to leave the kid's side.

The drop had gone well enough - there weren't any nasty surprises there, at least. But he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Peter.

He couldn't believe what he'd almost done. He'd heard the kid start choking on his own blood, heard him freaking out and begging him to stop, and he just… hadn't. Why would he? They'd talked extensively before he'd chained him up. Peter had told him to ignore anything he said, because he knew he might not be able to help himself if the pain got to be too much for him. And when you're gagged and everything comes out muffled, the words "please" and "breathe" sound awfully alike. He almost hadn't noticed until it was too late that Peter was saying that he couldn't breathe.

Well, by his definition, it had definitely been too late. The kid had blacked out before he realized it, but… at least he'd realized what had happened before he'd gone and died on him.

Even now, he flinched at the thought. The worst part was, he didn't even know why.

Sure, he'd never really wanted to hurt anybody. That was exactly why he'd become Iron Man in the first place - he'd found out the weapons he made were hurting innocent people, and he didn't like it. But what he felt for Peter was a different level than just not wanting him to be hurt because of him. He didn't want him to be hurt at all. And unlike the Avengers, this wasn't some professional courtesy. Dissimilar to Wanda, it wasn't just because he was a kid or because he was being affected by something they'd been trying to take down. It wasn't because the kid was Spider-Man, either.

No, he wanted to protect him, and now that he looked back on it, he felt like he had since he'd first seen him in the sandwich shop in Queens. He genuinely cared about Peter, in a way he really hadn't genuinely cared about anyone since realizing how he felt about Pepper.

And now he had to hand him back over to those demons.

He groaned as the tower came into sight in the distance, and he swooped in for a landing.

Peter spent the next day in and out of consciousness, never fully waking, unaware that he was being held in a semi-unconscious state by the humongous dose of pain meds they'd given him while he was asleep.

"How is he?"

"He woke up once, but he didn't have the strength to stay awake long. Nat and I managed to keep him from trying to rip the chest tube out and explained the gist of it before he passed out again."

"Jesus Christ. Why…?" A hand smoothed over his brow, fingers running gently through the top of his curls.

"I don't know why he was trying to rip the tube out, but…" a pause. "He was asking for you."

The hand in his hair stilled. "Oh. He… he shouldn't be."

"Well he is. We gave him some of my meds for pain, but with his metabolism being so unpredictable, he could wake up again at any point." A pause. "Just… let me know if you need anything, alright?"

"You betcha, Capsicle… Thanks."

"Of course."

"I really fucked up, Pep."

"Well I'll say." A pause. "You fucked up by bringing him into it at all, but for what it's worth… you handled it really well, Tony."

"You have no idea what you're talking about." He was conscious enough this time to be sure the male voice was Mr. Stark's, although he had no idea who the other was. It sounded like he was trying to be bitter, but was so weary he couldn't manage it.

"Of course I do. I have equal access to Friday, Tony. I saw the footage."

"Oh. Oh… All the footage?"

"Yes. All the footage." A moment of silence. "You made the right decision, Tony. I'll admit this wasn't your best plan ever, but given what we had to work with, and… he was on board. He's young, but he's not stupid."

"I know. God, I know. I just…"

"Have an alarming tendency to let your heart get ahead of your head? Yes, you definitely do."

"I care about him, Pep. I don't know when it even happened, I just… God, I don't want to hand him over. Not to Hydra, not even to his goddamn parents."

"And here I thought you didn't want kids."

"I didn't- I mean, I don't. I shouldn't even be considering-..." a shuddering breath. "Just- Just look at what I did to him, Pep! This is exactly why I can't. Everyone who associates with me gets hurt. You, Hogan, Rhodey, even some of the Avengers, now this kid, and he didn't even try to. I can't wish that on anyone else. Especially another person who doesn't get a choice."

"I know, Tony." A pause. "Come on. Let's get you to bed, hm?"

"But the kid-"

"Someone will stay with him. You need to rest."

He finally surfaced for good that evening.

It was like waking up the first time again; his whole body felt like lead, and he knew it was going to take an enormous amount of effort to crack his eyes open. His tongue felt like a lead weight in his dry mouth, but he managed to get out, "M...Mr-"

"Hey! Right here, kiddo, don't strain yourself. Hold on." There was a beat of silence, then a straw was being pressed into his mouth. It was like a warped twist from the first time he'd woken up in Stark's workshop; he couldn't see, his body ached all over, and Mr. Stark was forcing him to drink something to soothe his dry as sandpaper throat. Except this time, he knew why he was so achy, he was sure what was being poured down his throat now was just water, not whatever weird concoction the last had been, and the reason he couldn't see was because cracking his eyes open was going to take more energy than he had mustered up to this point, not because he was blindfolded.

Speaking of which… he concentrated hard and managed to crack one eye open, then the other. Mr. Stark was standing over him, looking just as exhausted and worried as he'd sounded earlier. He dutifully swallowed all the water Stark poured into his mouth, which seemed to be most of the glass, and just like last time, felt all the clearer for it. "Thanks," he mumbled, and couldn't stop himself from cracking a slight smile.

Stark seemed to realize what he was thinking and offered him a small smile in return. "Sure." Then he set the cup down and dropped the smile, hesitating before running a gentle hand through Peter's curls. "How are you feeling, bud?"

"Fine," he lied. Stark narrowed his eyes at him again, but Peter simply acted like he didn't notice. "How did it go? Have you heard from them yet? Did it work?"

Stark sighed, letting his hand fall away and looking away from him, as if it pained him to do so any longer. "Yes, it worked. We have an agreement. Our meeting is in three days."

"Three days?" Peter couldn't hide his surprise.

Stark sighed, and it sounded pained. "Did you want to make the switch as you are? Bruce is throwing a fit about the idea of letting you out of the infirmary even that soon, but with your healing factor, you should be okay enough by then. Anyway, they were the ones who made that offer. I know that sooner is better, for all of us, but I wasn't turning you over like this. Honestly…" He hesitated, and Peter's heart nearly stopped at his next words. "Honestly, Peter, I don't want to turn you over at all."

Peter just stared at him for a moment, unable to wrap his head around what he'd just said. "But… you have to."

"You keep saying that. I don't think you realize that I don't really have to do anything I don't want to do." Stark tilted his head, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Kid, I know it's a bad situation, and these were… not good circumstances to meet in, and if you really never want to see any of us again, that's… totally within your rights. But I really don't like the idea of handing you over to those psychos. I just…" He stopped again and took a breath, as if to steady himself. "I guess what I'm trying to say is… I need you to know that there's always a spot for you with- with the Avengers. And if you wanted to take up that spot… say, now… there's nothing stopping you from doing that."

Tony stared at the kid, praying he'd understand everything he was trying to say, all the things he really should just be putting out there and yet physically couldn't. It took everything he had to say "with the Avengers," and not "here" or "with me," and just as much to manage to not basically tell him that he could decide to stay or walk out right now and if it weren't for the machines attached to him, Tony wouldn't have tried to stop him.

Peter heard the hidden meaning in his words, he was sure of it. He watched as realization flashed first in the teen's eyes, followed by gratefulness and something that could have been sadness or pity, he wasn't sure. "I… will keep that in mind, for the future," he said quietly. "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Stark."

He was saying no, and they both knew it. As much as that killed him inside, he had to respect it. At least for now.

No matter what Peter had decided to do, he had no intention of letting him stay in the hands of those monsters for long. But if he wanted to make the swap, then that was what they would do. Even if it killed him inside.

"Alright," he conceded. "Well, let's get you on the path to getting better then, huh? Starting with food." He stood up. "Anything in particular you want?"

Peter shook his head. "I'm not picky."

"Alright." Tony walked to the door, then paused, looking back at the kid and taking a breath. "I'll go tell them that then. But if you change your mind, at any point, let me know." He threw a meaningful look back at him, and they both knew he wasn't just talking about the food.

Peter met his eyes and nodded silently, just once. Tony took the cue for what it was, leaving without another word. Clearly there was nothing left to say here.

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In My Dreams (Scene Twelve/Fifteen)

Word Count: 1696

Pairing: Slow burn Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: What happens when you wake up in the Supernatural Universe? And also happen to have a crush on one Dean Winchester! Will you make it back to your normal college life? Slow burn romance. Angsty Fluff.

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Tears crowded my vision as I raced through the streets. The sunshine pounding on my skin, seagulls voicing the cries that were in my throat.

How did Serena, the supposed mermaid, know about how hard being in this place was for me? How hard I was trying to remember? How hard it was to decipher between the realities?

How I was starting to think that the normal, college, family loved [Y/n] was just a dream I had one night.

“[Y/n]?” My name brought my attention back to the present. The present being me running straight into a broad chest and nearly falling on my face.

Strong arms held me up, preventing my face from becoming intimate with the hard concrete.

“[Y/n], where is Sam? What’s going on? Are...are you crying?”

Oh that voice. That strangely sober voice.

I looked up into the sparkling emerald eyes and drew a deep breath. Taking a chance, not thinking things through, my thoughts a jumbled mess, my emotions haywire, I leaned up and captured his rough lips with mine.

Dragging out a ragged gasp, his lips parted and I took advantage of it.

Slipping my arms up around his shoulders, digging my fingers into his scalp, threading short brown locks through my fingers.

I was lost.

And then I wash shoved away.

“[Y/n]? What the hell!?” Dean looked pissed. Wiping a hand over his mouth, as if to rub away the evidence of the kiss.

I felt it pierce my heart.

I laughed, watery and ragged, “Sorry. I just...got emotional.”

The loud familari sound of Baby broke up whatever Dean was going to say next and Then the car pulled up next to us.

I finally took a moment to look at my surroundings and realized I had run almost all the way across town. The motel was only a block away.

Looking up at Dean as he walked over to Baby, where Sam was frantically climbing out of the driver’s seat, I saw he was still sober, and was probably on his way to the Motel when I had run into him. Literally.

“[Y/n]! Don’t ever run off like that again!” Sam engulfed me in a giant warm hug, lifting my feet off the ground.

Grunting, I beat lightly against his back, “Let me down you giant. I’m okay.”

Once back on solid land, I rubbed away the stray tears on my face and shot a smile up at Sam. He didn’t change his disappointed father look.

Shrugging it off, I turned and continued walking to the motel.

“Wait, Where are you going?” Sam called after me.

I waved a hand back to him, “I’m going to walk to the motel the rest of the way, meet you there.”

And that was just what I did.

Of course the boys beat me, having driven in Baby.

So when I walked into the room, it was to Sam sitting on one bed looking over at Dean, and Dean leaning against the counter in the kitchenette staring at the floor.

“Alright, you’re back. So, want to explain what happened?” Dean spoke, not with his usual gusto, not even with bitterness.

And I shuffled at the awkwardness in the room.

Sam sighed and moved so that he was looking at me, “I’d like to know what happened as well. Serena said something concerning and you freaked out.”

I collapsed into one of the chairs at the small table, the three of us forming some sort of triangle from where we were respectively standing or sitting in the room.

Dragging a hand down my tired face, I leaned in the chair to stare at the ceiling, “It just struck a nerve with me. That she could tell that I was struggling with being here. That my memories are becoming more warped and dream like. Along with what you said earlier,” The legs of the chair clanked loudly as they dropped back onto all four as I looked over at Sam, raising an eyebrow so that he knew I was talking about the conversation in the motel and Baby after Dean left, “It just became too much at once. I felt trapped, so I ran.”

When I glanced sideways, I saw Dean looking over at me with concern. His arms that were once crossed over his chest, hanging down at his sides, one foot forward like he had debated walking over to me but stopped.

“You haven’t mentioned your memories since last night. You haven’t started a notebook yet?” Sam asked, concern dripping from his voice.

I shook my head, sighing, “I...I woke up this morning and felt like it had been a dream. I didn’t...I don’t want to forget. But I think…” I stopped to take a breath, and standing, I looked over at Dean, who swiftly looked away with a frown, “I think I need to talk with Dean for a moment. If that’s okay Sam.”

Sam stood and walked past me, Squeezing my shoulder, “That’s fine. I’m going to head back to city hall and talk to Serena more and see if she knows how to kill these Kin members of hers.”

Accepting that, I waited until the rumble of Baby’s engine faded.

The silence in the motel room was stifling, and I knew I was the one who should break it, But I was scared.

Looking over at Dean, his stance was closed off. And it hurt.

“Dean...I.” I didn’t know what to say. I knew what I had to, what I wanted to, but I couldn’t put it into words.

Dean scoffed, “Surprised to see me sober? After all, I’m a character you’ve watched a hundred times, you probably know me better than I know myself.” The derision in his tone, the way he spoke, it sparked an anger within me.

I walked right up to him and poked him in the chest, causing him to startle and his eyes widen and look at me, “What I said earlier today was wrong! I hurt you, and I’m sorry. I’m...I’m struggling but to take it out on you when you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding was wrong.”

I swallowed the rock building in my throat, threatening to cause me to cry again.

Dean stared, wide eyed at me, before slowly leaning in, a hand came up and cupped my cheek and I sighed, leaning into it.

“You are very real. And I am real. And we’re both here. Right now. And I think I want to choose happiness over worry and stress and anger at the situation I am in. And I’m happy with you, Dean. You make me happy. So I’m done worrying. I’m done thinking about actors and cheating and the implications of this decision. I want to be happy with you. So I guess….what I’m asking is, can we start over?”

I had closed my eyes halfway through my rant. Now, as the silence dragged on, I peaked open one eye.

Dean’s hand was warm on my cheek, but the look on his face made him look frozen.

Then with a shake of his head, I was once again lost as he kissed me.

His other hand snaked around and tightened around my waist, lifting me up.

Spinning around, he dropped me so that I was sitting on the counter. He moved closer, never once breaking apart from the kiss, to stand between my legs.

I breathed in his scent. The whiskey and wood and the smell made me moan in delight.

Any thoughts, or worries I had faded away. [Y/n] from one reality and [Y/n] from supernatural reality blended together until there was just [Y/n], the girl in Dean Winchester’s arms.

Time faded. Minutes, seconds, hours. It didn’t matter.

Warm hands slid up underneath my shirt. A dark chuckle and lips broke apart for a moment to whisper in my ear, making me shudder, “Are you wearing my clothes?”

I didn’t answer verbally. Instead, I gripped the bottom of the shirt and with a twist of my arms, It was gone. Lost somewhere in the motel room.

Another chuckle, “I could get used to this.”

I growled low in my throat, “Less talking.” Before surging up to capture his lips once more.

Dean’s hands slid once more around me, lifting me up against him as he walked towards the bed.

But before we reached it, there was the sound of wind rushing and then- “Dean! [Y/n]! I have found a way home!”

And suddenly I was on the floor, “Ow! What the hell Cas!?” I screamed, pain radiating from my posterior.

Dean wore a similar angry look as he offered a hand to me and then whirled to protect my half naked body from Cas.

“What the hell man!? Ever heard of knocking? Walking through the door like a normal person?”

Cas tilted his head, his look ever so calm and collected, “I am not a normal person. I’m an angel.”

Dean shook his head as I let out a giggle.

At that Dean turned to smile at me, and then whisper in my ear, the hot breath causing a drop of heat to rush to my core, “As much as I enjoy you being undressed, I think you should put on a shirt for now. We’ll finish what you started later.”

I could feel the heat change course and head to my cheeks as I crossed my arms over my chest and ran to Dean’s duffel to dig out a shirt.

Once decent, I looked to where Cas still stood with Dean staring at him. The men both silent.

“So Cas, what was it you said when you phased in the room?”

Despite the head tilt and scrunched eyebrows meaning Cas didn’t fully understand my question, he answered it, “I found a way for you to get back to your reality. The tattoo and how you worried it would be transferred reminded me of a friend and I just got back from his place to let you know. You can go home soon.”

My whole body froze.

What?

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