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buckyalpine · 6 months

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A one shot where Bucky doesn’t like the reader and makes her life at the compound a little rough? Like enemies (maybe to lover or friends?) and she is like the sunshine personality 🥺🥺🥺

I live for this shit This type of angst where he's mean and finds her annoying even though she's a sweetheart, ugh, yes. YES.

Bucky groaned, trying to ignore the shooting pain that seared in his abdomen, clutching an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding from the stab wound he'd received during his latest mission.

"You good there, terminator?" Sam cocked an eyebrow watching Bucky unconvincingly nod, grunting a half assed yes before squeezing his eyes shut and flopping back on the seat.

"You're gonna need stiches" Steve snorted, shaking his head at his stubborn friend.

"I'm fine" Bucky gritted out, preferring to bleed out on the jet instead of going to the med bay where he'd be surrounded by doctors and needles and if he was really unlucky, you.

"Seriously? That's the second shirt you've bled through, I don't think the serum's gonna cut it, punk" Steve sighed, knowing how Bucky felt about getting medical care but it wasn't like he had a choice. As soon as the jet landed, Bucky was shoved in the direction of the medical wing, pouting and grumpy as he limped with Steve supporting him. Bucky frowned when Steve pushed him to lay down on the examination table, grumbling and wincing under his breath.

"You stay here. I'm gonna finish writing up our reports, don't go sneaking off" Steve chuckled, giving his friend's shoulder a squeeze before leaving. The soldier stared up at the florescent lights, his eyes anxiously darting about the room, hoping and praying that at the very least he wouldn't have to deal with-

"Good afternoon Bucky!"

For fucks sake.

Bucky groaned at the chirpy voice that piped up from the door, his brows knotted together from frustration.

He hated it. You'd ask about his day as if he wasn't there go get sewn up. You'd talk to him like you'd known him for years, almost oblivious to the fact that he was a former brain washed assassin. Every time he saw you, you were so giggly and pretty and bouncy and cute and happy and it irked his soul because it was to the point it was unnecessary. I mean you were just so kind and sweet to everyone as if everyone deserved such amazingness from such a wonderful person, okay that's enough Bucky.

The world wasn't fucking sunshine and rainbows and he had no idea why you acted like it was.

"Steve said you needed a few stitches so-

"Where's Dr. Cho" Bucky cut you off, hoping anyone else would help him so he could get on with his day, willing to take the needle and thread himself instead of having you do it while talking his ear off.

"Oh, she's with another patient right now but it's fine, I promise I'll get you out of here soon, do you mind if I remove your vest-

"Yeah, I got it" Bucky huffed, wincing to get his gear off but you stopped him, urging him to stay down.

"No, it's okay, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it, I'll cut it off, don't worry"

Bucky nodded, lying back down while you grabbed a tray with medical supplied, carefully cutting around the blood soaked material and discarding it. You cleaned the area, mumbling apologies incase the alcohol caused any pain, moving on to closing the cut.

"I heard about the mission you all went on. I can't even imagine going through all that, it sounded terrifying. You're very brave Sargent" You smiled, tossing your gloves aside after patching Bucky up. Bucky grunted as he hopped off the table without a word, ready to whack Steve on the head for telling you of all people he needed help.

"If you need anything else, let me know! Just get some rest for a few days, it'll heal soon-

"I know" Bucky walked out of the room without looking back, his shoulders relaxing when he was far away from he med wing. There was truly no reason for him to be this annoyed but he was tired, in pain and he knew for a fact there would be a pile of papers for him to fill out in the conference room.

You didn't take Bucky's grumpy attitude to heart, understanding the stress that came with going on missions, getting injured every time coupled with the fact that he was probably still healing from his own past. You put away the supplies before taking a coffee break, running into a very excited Tony along the way.

"Hey cupcake, just who I was looking for, do you like chocolate or vanilla"

"Tony, I told you, you don't have to-

"That doesn't answer the question. Pick one or the other or both or another flavor, all the flavours, but give me something"

You giggled at the way he looked at you expectantly, sighing seeing as he wouldn't let up until you answered.

"I'm not picky, you know I'd love anything. Get something everyone would like, seriously, I don't even need all this, I'm just the nurse-

"Stop that right now, there's no one else like you" Tony huffed, planting a quick kiss your head before texting his caterers about everything he wanted, ensuring everything was perfect, especially when it came to you.

You woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains, stretching before getting out of bed and padding over to the bathroom to go through your morning routine. You had the day off, throwing on your joggers instead of your typical scrubs and making your way down to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for baking.

You hummed, scooping out spoons of cookie batter, plopping it onto the tray and throwing it into the oven, cleaning up the area in between, waiting for the oven timer to go off. You set the chocolate chip cookies onto a tray, piping the last bit of icing onto the top and sweeping away the smidges of frosting that got onto the counter.

Bucky blinked at the smell of baking, making his way to the kitchen for some water after a run. He groaned, nearly walking right back out when he saw you singing to yourself, arranging cookies in a circle, each one decorated for a different person in the tower.

"Good morning Bucky" You smiled while he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "I-I made made cookies for everyone, did you want one?" You asked hopefully, looking at the little dog tags you'd piped on the cookie you made for him while he shrugged in response.

"Why do you keep trying so hard, do you not have any friends?" Bucky scoffed, ignoring the fresh plate of cookies that sat on the counter, not caring that your face had fallen. He wanted to strike a nerve, feeling a sick satisfaction at the way you silenced yourself, giving him the peace and quiet he wanted.

"S-sorry, I just thought-

"You thought what?" Buck cocked an eyebrow, the tick in his jaw making your stomach churn.

"Nothing, sorry" You mumbled, turning back to continue cleaning while he chugged the rest of the bottle. "I've just leave them here if you want one later on-

"No, I don't want one now and I don't think I'll want one later either" Bucky glared at you, tired of you always trying to do things for others as if anyone asked.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" you bit your lip hard to keep from crying, not wanting to annoy Bucky more.

"Why do you always act like everything great? Like we don't come back from almost dying, risking our lives while you go about like the world is perfect"

"I just-I didn't mean-

"You didn't mean what, to be annoying? Did anyone even ask for this?" Bucky nodded to the cookies while you shook your head, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, not realizing others also probably found you annoying.

"I-it was my birthday, I thought-" you sniffled, choking back a whimper, "I wanted to do something nice - never mind" You bit your lip to keep from breaking down, blinking back tears as you scurried off to your room, without looking back.

The initial satisfaction Bucky was short lived as he stood in the now empty kitchen, tossing the bottle aside. The plate caught his eye once more as he walked by, reluctantly stopping to look at each one, your skilled hands decorating each one with clean details. He instantly spotting the one you made for him which had been dusted with silver just like his tags; he had no idea how you managed to get his name and number piped to precisely.

Not that it mattered.

Bucky continued to make his way to the gym, feeling a little bad that he made you cry but he figured you'd get over soon enough, after all that seemed to be your strong suit, you were always happy and smiling anyway.

"You're coming tonight, right?" Steve dropped the weights he was curling while Bucky frowned, unsure of what the captain was referring to.

"Why, what's tonight" Bucky grunted, still in the middle of his set.

"Seriously, Tony told us like a month ago"

"Yeah, fine" Bucky huffed, not really caring what it was about, knowing he'd be dragged to go regardless. He finished the rest of his workout, retreating back to his room to shower. He flopped onto his bed after, grabbing a book from his bedside table seeing as there was still plenty of time till he had to get ready.

The book had been a Christmas present from you and as much as he hated to admit it, it was perfect and one of his favorites. He tried to focus on the words, feeling bad again thinking about how your face had fallen earlier when all you did was offer him a cookie.

Maybe he went a little overboard with his reaction...

Bucky shook the guilt he felt, hoping that you'd be running around somewhere getting ready for whatever tonight was.

"Where's y/n" Sam looked around the room seeing everyone else present but you, the night in full swing seeing as Tony had gone all out as usual "I swear she said she'd be here, this is literally her birthday party"

"I didn't see her" Nat frowned, putting down the drink she was sipping on, scanning the room again, "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her all day"

Bucky felt a deep pang in his chest when he realized the party was for you, his stomach twisting in knots.

"Where's our birthday girl" Steve asked as he joined the others, the guilt making Bucky feel even more sick. He ran a hand over his face while the others continued to wonder where you were. "I hope she isn't working, she deserves a day off, she already worked over time for 3 months straight when we were running back to back missions"

Bucky remembered that.

They'd all been sent out on missions spread across different months and you'd been the one on call to patch them up the entire time. You hadn't complained once even through you were thoroughly sleep deprived. At the time Bucky was annoyed you were in such an upbeat mood when they were all scraping by but you had been struggling yourself.

"I fucked up" Bucky groaned, feeling awful for how he'd treated you in the morning and for how he'd been acting towards you in general.

"Why, what did you do" Steve's face twisted in confusion while Bucky's face reddened in embarrassment. Steve was aware Bucky complained about you but he figured it was because his bestfriend got flustered around the pretty nurse, he'd seen Bucky get tongue tied plenty of times whenever you walked by.

"You were a grumpy asshole to y/n, weren't you" Sam frowned seeing Bucky's guilty face. The soldier didn't say another word, leaving the group to find you instead, debating on getting Steve to clock him in the jaw first. Bucky ran to the elevator, pushing the button to your floor, hoping he'd see you making your way down, only to find the hallway empty. His heart broke hearing the soft sniffles coming from your room, the door closed. He gently knocked on the door, your cries quieting down as if you'd silenced yourself to pretend you were asleep instead of opening the door.

"Y/n?" Bucky called for you only to be met with more silence, "Can-can you please open the door?" His heart started to beat faster when he head your footsteps approaching the door, clicking the lock open; you were still in your joggers from earlier, your face puffy from crying.

All because of him.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" you lied, keeping your face trained on your feet, worried Bucky had come to yell at you about the party Tony had thrown for you, "and I'm sorry about the party, you didn't have to go if you didn't want to, I promise I didn't tell Tony you had to come, I know you don' like me-

"No, no baby no, stop" Bucky hushed you, his heart breaking when your voice cracked, rambling out apologies. His body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you while you started to cry again, rocking you while holding you to his chest. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you have nothing to apologize for doll, nothing at all"

Bucky held you tightly while your body shook, feeling sick with himself for how he'd been treating you. You'd never been anything short of sweet and he'd made a point of always letting you know he couldn't care less. He lifted you in his arms, walking over to your bed, sitting down with you in his lap, ready to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

"I didn't mean to be so annoying" You shrugged, fidgeting with your fingers, the light that always made your eyes twinkle dimmed from Bucky's words.

"Y/n, please, no" Bucky whispered, pleading with you to stop. "Don't doll. It was never ever you, please let me apologize. I've been awful to you, you've done nothing wrong. You've always been an angel, sweets, it's me whose been an annoying asshole. I don't deserve your kindness but that's never stopped you from giving it to me when I least deserved it"

"You deserve kindness Bucky" you gave him a small smile, one that didn't meet your eyes and Bucky felt his eyes sting. Even when he was the one in the wrong, you were still comforting him with your sweetness.

"Y/n, I don't know anyone that deserves the sort of kindness you give. I don't know anyone that would deserve someone as wonderful as you. You're a light for everyone when its dark. I was a fuckin' idiot for everything I've ever said to you. That isn't an excuse for how I've been treating you doll, I know that. It's just- I've been awful to you and you've never done anything wrong. I'm truly sorry sweets"

"Its okay Bucky" You whispered, reaching up to wipe the tear that streaked down his face, your cheeks heating up when you realized you were still in his lap, "S-sorry, I didn't realize-

Bucky shook his head, holding you securely in his lap, not wanting to let you go.

"You have nothing to apologize for, pretty girl" Bucky shrugged, loosening his hold in case you wanted to get off but your doe eyes darted around instead, settling further in his lap. "You really are like sunshine"

"You're very charming, Sargent" you smiled bashfully while Bucky chuckled, his heart beating erratically in his chest when your hands came up to toy with the tags that hung around his neck.

"Would it-would it be if I kissed you?" He whispered shyly, blushing when you nodded, pressing his soft lips to yours. Bucky took his time kissing you, pouring every ounce of his feelings with soft touches, holding onto you like porcelain.

"Everyone's waiting for you sweets" Bucky gave you a gentle squeeze, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, hoping that you'd still want to go to your own party. "Would you like to go downstairs?"

You slinked off Bucky's lap to get ready, the soldier watching you with heart eyes the entire time you did your hair and makeup. He knew he had a lot to make up for, starting with the fact that he'd never hurt you again. He was still upset with himself for ever hurting you in the first place but he was ready to protect your innocent heart for the rest of his life. His breath hitched in his throat when you finished applying the last of your gloss, blushing when you slipped your hand into his so he could lead you down.

"Theres our cupcake!" Tony grinned when he saw you approaching, the rest of the team cheering making you giggle. Steve smirked seeing Bucky follow closely behind you in protective mode, keeping his hand around your waist. He spent the entire time, doting on you, following you like a lost puppy.

By the end of the night, he had you in his lap again, shamelessly looking at you with heart eyes while the rest of the team watched curiously, his sole focus on you.

"Happy birthday sweet girl" Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you nuzzled into him with a shy smile, "My little sunshine"

Now imagine Bucky doesn't quickly get over the fact that he was a dick. Sure you forgave him because you're an absolute sweetheart but Bucky can't even deal with the way he'd acted, especially when he had a crush on you the entire time and just refused to acknowledge it, acting like a cunt instead.

He's the most lovestuck boyfriend to ever exist. Your office is always full of fresh flowers. He's a clingy little puppy, outside of the medwing until your done, always finding excuses to sneak in and see you. You had to tell him a papercut wasn't a good enough reason for him to request your services.

Neither was a stubbed toe.

The time he nicked himself while shaving was the worst because he was pouty until you kissed him better.

He slips his dog tags around you, his possessive/jealous side occasionally sneaking out.

He doesn't even hide the fact that he's a simp for you, knowing he's the luckiest person on the planet to get the sweetest person in the world. He shows your off like no tomorrow, proud of the angel he gets to call his.

He absolutely loved his sunshine.

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kichiyosh1 · 1 year

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Me or my mother?

scaramouche/kunikuzushi x reader

slight angst/comfort

w//: if you squint (or even if you don't) I would say this counts as a yandere kuni aswell! just cuz he is really jelly and possesive of you in this one

Let's say Ei did keep the puppet and had given him a new purpose to live freely, but due to her busy schedule, she has you keep him company. Soon, Kunikuzushi begins to realize how frequent you are to leave him for when his mother calls for you, and from there his anxiety grows. Is it jealousy or insecurity? heck if I know!

Kunikuzushi was free to stay in his mother's estate, same as he was also allowed to visit the streets of Inazuma if he ever so wishes, but that currently isn't his main objective of the day.

"Kunikuzushi!" Ah, what great timing you have.

Right from the moment he opened his eyes after what felt like a long dream, all he was able to recall from the scene was that you had stepped forward bowing your head.

"I would be honored to serve you both, my Archon."

"Excellent, then you shall be entrusted with this task."

It had only been a few weeks since then, but the puppet had already grown very attached to you, to the point you can see the visible frown on his adorable face whenever there were other duties you had to attend to. The longing looks and the hesitant grip he'd have on your sleeve along with how meek and tiny his voice would get, it really was an effective way to keep you rooted into place, and the fact that he did all this unbeknownst to even him? It really showed how innocent of a person he was. Just wants your attention is all.

"y/n! good morning, how nice of you to drop by," yeah, like he wasn't already anticipating your arrival. "Good morning to you as well, oh, I came here to drop off a few things." In your hands was a tray of food, and despite his unecessary need for it, he was insistent on trying your cooking, even willing to choke on some sweets and desserts if it meant he'd be eating food that you made just for him. "Mhm smells good, say, why don't we share the meal, I think you deserve to eat a portion of your own cooking too, right?" Giddily taking hold of the tray, ready to lead you to his place in the estate when he sees you're not following him.

"Is something the matter?"

"Nothing that should concern you too much, the Electro Archon has called me in for the day to discuss matters concerning—" His mother called for you? "Oh, unfortunately I didn't have time to prepare your food since I was busy arranging my materials, so I had one of the maids make it for you. Please go on without me, it won't take long I promise." You were already facing the opposite direction before you could finish your sentence. "Eat well kunikuzushi!" you turned your head with a wave, while all he could do was stand there, his eyes switching between the tray in his hands and your disappearing figure.

He was confused by two things, one: how could you leave him there so quickly? and two: so this ISN'T your cooking?

"Why would I eat something prepared by a stranger? blegh." He set the tray down and stuck his tongue out in a childishly manner, displeasure written all over his face and gesture with his hands curled to his chest, like he was scared the food would jump out at him or something.

"I-I wasn't hungry anyways, I'll just wait until you get back." he says to himself nodding his head, since there was no y/n in the vicinity for him to say that to. What a silly little man.

He's come to the realization that your meetings with the shogun have become more frequent, more than he would like

It was cutting off his quality time with you

Sure that's his mom you're meeting with and you basically work for her but you were also assigned to him weren't you? Which means you should be here by his side right now attending to HIS needs, not hers >:(

Why did she have to pick you of all people anyway? there are plenty others in the estate that are at her beck and call, so why did it have to be his dear y/n :(

You said it was nothing to worry about, oh but it was worrying HIM very, very much

He's tried different methods so you wouldn't have to attend those stupid meetings, latching on to you and blocking your path, the most desperate one of his attempts was probably locking you up in his room, it didn't last long though since you threatened him you'd ask for a transfer if he continued acting like this (which you meant playfully but it almost gave kuni a heart attack)

It was like watching a puppy stand by it's door waiting for it's master to come home

and everytime you would return, you would always have something to say about ei. "she was in a good mood today"," she thaught me techniques in order to do my work more efficiently." the meeting was already over so why were you still mentioning her?

With how much time you had gone from him, he was starting to think you enjoyed his mother's company more, was that it?

Was his childish personality to immature for you? do you prefer if he had that same strict and authoritive demeanor his mother had? Were you really going through with that threat of yours? wanting to transfer?

Do you really like her more than him?

Now he just HAD to be in one of those meetings, it was a must he got to the bottom of this before he goes absolutely crazy, and to his suprise you agreed to bring him to your next one

So there he was, sat a little way from you.

Oh, so was it usuall just you and his mother alone during these? which means all your attention would be on her right?

oh hell nah, she's trying to steal you away from him wasn't she?!

Kunikuzushi was quick to shoo you out of there once his mother dismissed you

cue sad ei noises because her son didn't eat any of the deserts she prepared

When you asked him why he was so quick to leave you were thrown with the most sudden question

"...what was that?"

"Me or my mother? It shouldn't be hard for you to decide right?" He was obviously the only right answer, so why was it taking awhile for you to reply?

"Are you really contemplating this...?" He had repeated this question many times in his head, and he swore everytime that he wasn't going to cry, but now that it was out there in the open he could feel liquid pulling in his eyes. Were these what you humans called tears? a product of ones sadness and frustration?

"What reason would I have to choose between-"

"You've been 'hanging' out with her more recently! we used to spend all day together but we barely have time for that anymore because you're always quick to leave me when it concerns her. Is it because you've already grown tired of me? you like her more than me..?"

The amount of hurt written on his face and heard in his trembling voice had you grimacing at your actions. You never intended for him to feel this way, you had no idea he was hurting on the inside because of your ignorance. So you took a step, slowly to not startle him as if he were some corner creature, handling it with the utmost care you've always had, reserved only for him.

"My sweet, darling kunikuzushi." You start, craddling his face so that he'd meet your eyes, letting him know he had your full attention.

"I apologize for my actions. I had failed to see the pain you felt and made you feel neglected, but know that I would never choose anything or anyone over you, no matter what or who they might be."

His tears have fallen, but not even a sniffle was let out, as he made sure he was able to hear your voice, the voice he had missed speaking to him, loud and clear.

"The reason for this is because her personal attendant hasn't been present as of late due to a sickness they caught. Your mother thought i'd be good to fill in for the meantime, and this way I would also be able to report to her regarding your wellbeing."

That was the genuine truth, and he believes you, and as you continued speaking he slowly let his arms engulf you, a sigh of relief escaping him as you continued giving him words of reassurance.

He was content with your answer, but before he could be truly satisfied he needed to hear you say it.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Me or my mother? This time I'm only giving you three seconds to-"

"You, kuni. I'll always choose you, but do keep in mind I still work for her."

You let out a chuckle as kunikuzushi let out a pout, puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms, back to his usual self you see.

"Hmph, I should still be your top priority, always, the same as you are mine."

"Alright, alright, you really can be childish sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about you."

and with that, kunikuzushi could finally sleep peacefully, knowing his chances of having you to himself are high up there, so goodluck getting to your next meeting.

(I DIDN'T PROOF READ BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT BAD)

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The handyman pt.2 || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel comes back to finish fixing your bed. He feels bad about the sexual tension between you two. But eventually... he caves in.

A/N: THANK YOU so much on the love for this fic ! And thank you for your patience. This is the last part, but I do write a lot of Joel fics ;).

If you missed part 1 you can read it here!

CW: some angst, sexual tension, age gap, reader is described as petite and short, alcohol, masturbation (f and m), mutual masturbation), unprotected sex, cum play.

You didn’t know how, but you had managed to resist Joel’s invitation last night while you both eye-fucked each other over diner. For once, though, after that night, your sleep wasn’t filled with nightmares, and you had to release the pressure you felt on your bottom half before you even got up.

Joel came back to your place later in the afternoon with planks of wood to replace the bottom of your poor bed. You helped him bring his material upstairs, not without staring at his ass on the way up. He looked so good in those stupid overworn jeans.

For once, you made yourself useful, helping him hammering the nails into the wooden structure while you two talked over anything on your mind, except the sexual tension between you two.

At some point, Joel took off his flannel shirt, leaving him in a tight t-shirt that wanted to pop at the seams on his biceps. You tried not to stare too much, concentrating on the nails you were hammering, and you were relieved when you were finally done fixing the frame. The only thing left was to put the mattress on your like-new bedframe.

You let your butt bounce on the mattress as you tested your new bed and looked up at Joel with a thankful smile.

“There’s only one thing left to do. I just need to test it.”

He laughed awkwardly, cheeks burning red. He didn’t want to give in, it felt wrong, even though it would be so easy.

“I’ll… leave you to it. Promised Tommy I’d help building a crib for his baby.”

For a split second, he could see the disappointment in your face, but you replaced it with a smile. You were put off by his change in demeanor. Yesterday, he was almost begging you to sleep with him and now… now he was running away. Maybe he changed his mind.

“Of course, I’ll see you later, I guess!” You said enthusiastically.

Joel left you, knowing that you wouldn’t have issues finding someone else to test your bed with. Yes, it was for the best, he thought.

You occupied your day with helping at the farms. Taking care of the animals helped you not thinking about that weird situation with Joel. And when your day was over, you went to the bar to find someone to release the pressure with.

You were wearing a casual black dress, tights, and comfortable heeled boots. You liked feeling pretty, even in these weird times. Even if it was a luxury.

Of course, when you crossed the small bar’s door, you saw Joel sitting at the counter and talking with his brother. You tried to ignore him, even though he was right beside you when you asked for something sweet and alcoholised.

“Oh, hey! Thank you for helping out in the farms today, you really didn’t have to.” Tommy said when he noticed you.

Joel drank his alcohol in silence, trying not to look at you.

“Yeah, no problem. I needed it.” You took your glass in hand. “Catch ya later.”

You gave them some space and went to socialize with people in the bar. There were a few younger guys and girls that you flirted with shamelessly, hoping Joel would notice. You danced with everyone who gave you attention. The alcohol made you feel better already.

As you were dancing with some random person, you felt strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you out of the group. You yelped and turned around, your face meeting Joel’s strong chest.

“Found anyone to test your bed with?”

“There are a few volunteers. Do you think I should go with a guy or a girl?” You asked with a shameless smile. You saw a hint of jealousy in his dark eyes.

“I think you should go with a stupid old man who doesn’t know how to act with you.”

“Oh, is this why this stupid old man lead me on and rejected me today?” You finished your drink in one quick motion.

“Look, it’s just… can we talk about this somewhere else?”

“Nope.” You didn’t budge. Joel sighed.

“Fine.” His big fingers closed around your small wrists, and he pulled you to the private restroom. You protested, but he was much stronger than you. He closed and locked the door behind him. You had hoped no one had seen you.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. Joel wasn’t good with… talking… emotions.

“You’re young. I feel like you’re wasting your time on me. Even though I want you. It… feels wrong.”

“Joel, I’m young and I could die tomorrow. It means nothing. This is the fucking apocalypse even though we are in this perfect city. Nothing matters.” You said, sounding rougher than you wanted to.

Your hand closed around his belt buckled and you pulled him closer.

“D-Do you want this, Joel? Because I can give it to you. Please.”

You heard Joel swear under his breath, before he leaned down and crashed his lips on yours, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your back was stuck between the bathroom door and his large frame. You pushed him slightly, hands on his soft flannel.

“Let’s go home.”

He agreed, lifted you up and threw you on his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. When you got out of the bar, everyone was looking at you two, you didn’t care.

The ground met your feet when you two were in your bedroom. Joel smirked slightly and leaned down, big hands grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss. You laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of you. Joel had total control over the exchange, and you let him do what he wanted with your mouth and your tongue. When he pulled away to look at you, you put your hands on his cheeks, feeling his scratchy beard under your palms. You smiled at him, analyzing each crease and scar on his face. Then, you helped him getting out of his soft flannel, before your hands found the hem of his black t-shirt, that you lifted slowly. Joel seemed self-conscious, vulnerable once his shirt was off. His body was telling a story with its scars. Your soft hands explored his rough skin of his chest, contrasting with the softness of his stomach.

“M’not as fit as I used to be…”

“Shush. You’re just what I need, Joel. You look really good.”

He helped you taking off your black dress, exposing your small, perky breasts. You hated wearing bras and it was the apocalypse… so who cares? Since you were so young when it started and hadn’t hit puberty, you never had the pressure to wear anything you didn’t like or shave when you didn’t want to.

One of Joel’s hands sufficed to cover your modest boobs, which made you giggle. But you didn’t feel self-conscious at all under his lust-filled gaze.

“So cute.” His compliment made you blush.

He pressed soft kisses against the skin of one of your breasts, while his hand played with the other, fingers flicking your nipple to make it hard. You moaned softly, your back arching to ask for more of his touch. It had been so long until someone had taken care of you like that.

Even though your body asked for more, he took his time with you, savouring each second of feeling your skin. While he kept kissing and licking the sensitive spots on your chest, his hand took care of your tights, letting them fall on the ground.

Except a few scars here and there, you looked so fragile. Maybe it was old-fashioned of him, but he had the urge to protect you. Joel’s calloused hand cupped your heat through the fabric of your panties, while his mouth latched onto yours. Your hand went to his curls, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, showing how impatient you were growing.

“Shh… I wanna take my time with you. We have all night if we need.”

That might have been the hottest thing someone had ever said to you.

“Fuck. Good thing I touched myself this morning, then.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it, pretty girl.” He whispered as he started feeling you over your panties, fingers caressing your clothed slit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Dreamt about you fucking me over every surface and breaking all of my furniture.” You said, cheeks burning red. “Woke up wet as fuck. Had to do something about it.”

“Would take me a lot of time to fix all of your furniture.” He smiled as his hand went inside of your panties, two fingers running through your wet slit.

You grabbed onto his grey curls as you cried.

“Show me how you like it.” His hand left you to take off your panties, you whined when he left you. His knees were digging in the end of the mattress as he backed off to look at you, his dark gaze taking in your naked beauty.

You parted your legs to give him a perfect view of your wet cunt. Your hand went to your heat, fingers circling your clit at a fast pace. You made yourself moan and squirm under your touch, as Joel was watching your every move.

At some point, he took out his cock from his jeans and touched himself as he looked at you. He was so big, you imagined how heavy he would feel in your hand.

“Can you make yourself cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded silently, cheeks burning red under his intense gaze, and pressed a finger inside your hole as you kept circling your clit. You tried to keep your eyes on Joel who were giving you a real-life fantasy. Your mouth hung open as you made yourself cum on your fingers.

You let yourself go as you calmed down. He did the same thing, before hovering over you to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“So good f’me.” Joel’s fingers replaced yours, mimicking your past gestures. Your hand wrapped around his erected member, stroking him slowly, but firmly, like he was doing earlier.

Your eyes struggled to stay open, but you wanted to keep looking at him, freezing a memory of his face somewhere in your mind. You felt a finger, much bigger than yours, finding its way inside your wet hole. You let go of his cock, hands gripping on his strong shoulders to concentrate on your selfish pleasure.

“Relax.” He said softly. You nodded and kissed him, while he was stretching you out slowly.

When he felt you relax, he added one more finger, scissoring and thrusting his thick fingers into you.

“You’re doing so good.” He praised as you melted into his touch.

The pad of his thumb pressed on your sensitive bud as he was reaching the most pleasurable place inside of you.

“You can give me another one.”

You concentrated on the hoarseness of his voice and the rapidity of his movements as you tightened around him. He guided you through your orgasm, delivering soft praises to your ear. Maybe you could get used to this.

You were so drunk on your pleasure, that you barely felt him shifting to position himself to slip his hips between your legs. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed his length into you. Joel was filling you to the brim, not leaving any space. He would ruin any other man for you, for sure.

“How do you like it?” Joel asked softly.

“I said I wanted to test the strength of this bed. So, don’t be scared.”

He smirked, you had lit the violent fire inside of him.

“Unless you’re too old and you need me to take over?” You added and sighed as he bottomed into you. You held him there, pushing your feet against the small of his back.

“Got plenty of stamina in me, thank you.”

You opened your mouth to add something, but the strong swing of his hips shut you up. Your mouth pathetically hung open as he was stretching you out beautifully and painfully. Joel was reckless, focusing on his own pleasure, as he thrusted in and out of your harshly.

The bed was moving under your bodies, but there were no signs of it breaking. For now.

Joel was out of breath, but he kept going as long as his body allowed him to. He slowed down for a bit, taking the time to kiss you softly.

“Let me take over, please.” You whispered against his plush lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. You felt empty for seconds as he laid down, but you hastily adopted your new position: your back to him, thighs on each side of his legs and his cock splitting you open as you bounced up and down on him.

Joel put his arms behind his head, admiring the show you were giving him: the giggling motion of your sweet ass, the obscene moans you were letting out for him. He was catching his breath, simply letting you use him.

When he got tired of simply watching, he sat up and circled his arm around your plush chest, fucking up into you harshly. His name fell out of your lips, and your walls tightened around him as you came around him.

“F-Fuck, where do you want me, sweet girl?” He grunted.

As a response, you went on all fours, and he kneeled behind you, his hot white liquid splashing over your ass.

Just as he did, you heard a loud “crack” and the mattress fell to the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Joel groaned a “fuck”. He got up carefully and wiped you with a wet towel, before helping you out of the destroyed bed.

He pulled you close for a tight hug.

“M’sorry. I’ll build you a new one completely. You can spend the night in my bed.”

You giggled softly and buried your face in the warmth of his chest.

“Gladly.”

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masonmyluv · 1 year

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Tantrum 💥

Pedri Gonzalez x reader

One shot

Angst and fluff

Gif not mine; credits to the owner

Pedro's parents invited you over the weekend at their place. They just loved you, especially his mum, and were missing their son. So here you were, cooking croquettas with his mom, Felicia, while Pedri and Fer were playing FIFA.

Not long after dinner, you volunteered to wash the dishes and Fer decided to help you. "So, how's mister whipped ass?" He asked laughing. "He's not whipped ass" you said. "Oh yes it is! Have you not see how was he looking at you all evening? Even when you were cooking with Mom he said that you're wifey material" he said. "That's doesn't mean he's whipped". "Yeah. He's more than that" Fer laughed.

Pedro heard a lot of laughing coming from the kitchen and he decided to pause his game with Pablo and have an excuse to go there to grab a glass of water. "And he was talking about you 24/7" he heard his brother making you laugh. He didn't know why he felt jealousy through his veins, but he decided it was best to return to his room.

"I'm gonna head to bed. Night Fer" you said. "Night, Y/N. I'm gonna watch some serie and then go to sleep" he said, laying on the couch.

You went in the bedroom you shared with Pedri, him still playing games. "Hey... I'm going to sleep" you said, softly caressing his hair. "With Fer?" He asked. "Pedri..." you sighed. "No Pedri me, Y/N. I heard you two in the kitchen earlier. You seemed to have a good time" he snapped. You tried not to cry, leaving him alone and going back to the living room. "Hey, I thought you went to sleep" Fer asked amused, but his smile faded when he saw your face. "What did he do?" He asked. "H-he said that he heard us in the kitchen and I-I guess he's jealous" you sobbed. "Idiot. I'm going to put some sense into him" he said. You nodded, trying to watch whatever Fer was watching while the brothers solved their problem.

"You're some shitty ass you know that?"

"I don't want to talk" Pedri said. "How can you be jealous of your own brother? I was just making Y/N feel comfortable here while her fucking boyfriend was playing video games" Fer rolled his eyes. "She's already comfortable here. It's not like the first time she met our parents" Pedri shrugged. "You're blind, Pedro Gonzales. She needed you, even if she spent time with Mom and with me, she needs you" he said. Pedri knew his brother was right, but he preferred to remain silent. "And now you're throwing a tantrum, being jealous of me and accusing Y/N of flirting with me. I won't, for sure, steal her from you, but you never know" he teased him, earning a clench of jaw. "Y/N doesn't deserve that and you know it. So apologise asap or I'll kick your ass" Fer said, returning to the living room.

"Do you want to sleep in another room? There's a spare one" Fer asked. "No, it's not okay. Night Fer" you said, hugging him. "Night Y/N".

Luckily when you got into the bedroom, Pedri was in the bathroom, taking a shower, so you quickly changed into your pyjamas and got into bed. You heard the bathroom door open, and Pedri climbing on the bed near you. Your back was turned to him and you tried to fake being asleep, as he softly kissed your neck and whispering 'I'm sorry'. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry he kept whispering and kissing your neck, but you didn't have any reaction. He thought you were truly asleep, so he turned the lights off and tried to sleep.

Obviously he couldn't, you went to bed mad at him, without saying good night and without letting him give you a kiss. He chose to stare at the ceiling for what seemed like hours before he felt you tossing and turning your face toward him, and cuddling into him. He exhaled deeply, he took this as a sign of your forgiveness, and wrapped his arm around you.

You weren't asleep, you've been starring at the wall for hours, and finally decided that you couldn't sleep if Pedri wasn't touching you somehow: arm draped over your waist, legs intertwined, anything lulled you to sleep. You turned around and cuddled into him, he was quite far from you, but you placed your head on his chest to be able to get some sleep. You felt his arm wrap around your waist, which made you smile a little.

You stirred, slowly opening your eyes, looking straight into Pedro's. "Creep" you chuckled. "You're so beautiful" he whispered, caressing your cheek. "Pedri..." you sighed. "I'm sorry. I acted like a dick. I have no right to be jealous of my own brother" he said. "It's not just that. I feel like you don't trust me. Do you think I'll leave you for the first guy that comes through the door?" You asked. "No..." he replied quietly. "And you wanna know why? Because I love you, and no one could make me as happy as you do" you said. "God, I feel so bad for yesterday" he groaned, hiding his face into your neck. "It's okay... but promise me it won't happen again" you said. "I promise. I trust you. I love you" he whispered, kissing your lips softly.

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watchoutforthefanfics · 11 months

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My John || Eleventh Doctor x gn!Reader

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

Inspired by: The Transmission by @fabulouspotatosister + 'ceilings' - Lizzy McAlpine

[[A/N: This was majorly based on the lyrics: 'But it's not real, and you don't exist'. So angst warning. But it has a happy ending, I swear. ]]

"It won't be long."

You could remember the creases of his face as he said it to you, the smooth of the worry in his brow -just because he didn't want you to see it. Well, you felt it now, the ache of days and nights and the heaviness of the watch in your pocket -you couldn't let go of it or put it out of your sight.

"When the time comes, you'll know."

You'd asked more about that then, about the how and the what and the why, but he waved it all off. 'You're clever,' he spoke, and you couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, '-you'll know.' So, you had prepared yourself to the life you found eerie compared to the previous one. Seeing John was... a domestic look on the Doctor and you weren't sure if it was good or bad for you.

"Honey, I'm home," he loudly announced, sing-songy with a cheer you couldn't quite match.

You exhaled, shook your hands, and stood to your feet, peeking out your bedroom door to where the Doctor... John stood.

He dressed differently now, more casual sometimes with the early morning pajamas. Today, however, he was dressed with a white button up and slacks, familiar, but matched with a long brown coat that had the same vibe as a trench coat but not the same material. And on the tip of his nose sat a pair of glasses, that you'd seen on the Doctor, yes, but rarely.

"Oh, so we have pet names now, dear?" You teased, watching as the tips of his ears began to burn a bright red.

It was natural, whatever banter you'd acquired. It was rather flirty, sure, but natural. You didn't want to think about what that meant too much.

"Dear?" He shriveled up his nose, "-What are we, an old married couple? I'd at least like to be dearest."

You snorted, walking towards the kitchen -which was right across the entry way, where he slipped off his shoes and placed his coat on the hanger. You were surprised by his organization in this light, especially since seeing some of the TARDIS's rooms.

"Okay, John dearest," you spoke, nose upturned as if you were pompous, "-may I ask how your day went? Were the kids okay today?"

He was a librarian at the local school, and sometimes on Saturdays he'd have extra readings for town square -he was quite the hit. With the voices he'd put on and the enthusiasm of the stories he told, the kids were enraptured. They weren't the only one.

"Of course," he grinned, "-haven't I told you, Thursday class kids are the best! Always desperate to learn that lot."

"Right," you carefully mixed the food upon the stove top, it wasn't on anymore but it was still warm enough to heat it up, "-that's the one with Charlotte in it, yeah?"

"Oh, yes, lovely Charlotte," he smiled, "-she'll go places I tell you. Today, she was negotiating an escape plan during recess, had a route down to the times."

You laughed, before siphoning off two servings and continuing, "And the meeting afterward?"

His demeanor dropped, as he pouted with a groan, "Boring, you know I hate to sit still for too long. Plus, George was just spewing nonsense statistics the whole time -didn't grasp onto much."

"Naturally," you hummed, taking a seat across from him as you placed his plate in front of you. You were usually the one to cook, not for... John's lack of trying, but more for the whole apartment's safety.

"What about you?" He countered, eyes attentive on you, it was unusual for you -the Doctor was usually everywhere all at once but John was often just an observer, "How was yours?"

The attention was odd, sometimes, but you'd grown to like it -despite how flustered it could make you. Depending on the day, and if his hair was messy and collar fussed. Luckily, he seemed well-composed today -a perfect picture of John, not the Doctor.

"Boring," you answered, not finding anything of note in your day. It was quiet mostly here, and you couldn't often chance going out without knowing where the Doctor was or if the threat was even still active.

"Oh, come off it," he dragged, his tone playful, "-you can do better than that. Go on, tell me. Anything new?"

You shook your head with a smile, "Not much, I'm just in the early stages now jotting ideas down in whatever form I can. There's not... It's all drafts."

You stayed home, under the illusion of being a writer -waiting for their big break. You did write though, detailing your adventures with well... him. It helped you sometimes when you missed him, and worst case scenario, it reminded you of what you were doing this all for. Because John's familiar soft smile and gleaming eyes were something you knew you could get yourself lost in.

You wished you could keep this version of him somewhere within you (locked away tight, yours), but you could never wish the lack of the Doctor in the world. Or even with you for that matter.

"I imagine it's lovely," he spoke, tone soft and the blush on his cheeks rising high, "-anything you make will be."

And there it was. The suspicious, fond gaze you'd caught from him now. It was happening more often, between the shared hours of the day you and John were domestic -connected personally, even. And you knew it felt that way, with him coming home, and sharing the space so intricately.

Just looking around the kitchen, you could see John just about in every crevice. An apron there (that said kiss the cook), some themed salt and pepper shakers (they were shaped like little animals), and the book he kept by the counter -he often sat there as you cooked, and you well enjoyed the company.

And everywhere else, you'd find him too. Little trinkets on bookshelves he just "couldn't live without", a few snowglobes from different cities (you found he was invested in traveling), and notepads just about everywhere. He always had something new to remember afterall.

"Well, thank you," you hummed, cursing yourself for the flush that went up your own cheeks. This isn't him, and he's not even himself.

How is that fair.

"But," you continued, playfully, "-I doubt you're an unbiased critic."

He made a big dramatic gesture with his hands to himself before speaking in a high-pitched tone, "Me? What? Never."

"John," you hummed, "-you're really not a good liar."

"Not to you," He smiled, his eyes carrying a whimsical shine that made your stomach swirl with familiarity, "You see right through me. I'll have you know, some of my classes think I'm a trainer of wild lions over the summer."

"You remember you teach children, right? They're fairly gullible."

"Pish-posh," he tsked, scooping some of the food into his mouth with a grace you found mostly unknown to the Doctor -other than tactful speeches and addressing an enemy, "-children are rather smart, just don't know how to use it yet."

"Yes, right," you countered, "-and this is an unbiased look, coming from a children's teacher, then?"

He rolled his eyes, a playfulness giving him away on his face, "Alright, you win. I'm shelving this argument for now."

"Just shelving it?"

"Yes," he confirmed, smiling up at you from his plate, and you felt your heart do a little twist in its place, "-anyway, I meant to ask you something."

You pursed your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, but pressed further on, "Yes?"

"Well, there's a-" he fidgetted with his fork, eyes now looking anywhere but you, "-a work thing Saturday. A big party, music and food. It's a celebration for getting halfway through the year, I suppose. Anyway, I just... well-"

"John?" You interrupted, clear, and concise but a touch concerned -had he seen something? Was it time?

"I'd like for you to come," he spit out, quicker than what was previously said but you still caught it (a symptom of the Doctor’s long-winded rants you supposed), "-with me. If you're not... busy."

"John," you hummed, with a grin, "-as if I'm ever too busy for you."

John smiled, the kind of smile the Doctor got when you were 'bloody brilliant' or so he'd put it. It made you feel special, all of your limbs felt like they were fizzing. The difference was now... you hadn't done anything. He looked at you like the stars were merely rocks, just because you'd said you'd go to a work party with him.

The Doctor wouldn't have done that. And that fact made your stomach twist in guilt, this wasn't really him. John wasn't really a person, just a shell of who he was meant to be and you were the only person so close to him.

And here you were, feeling things that you shouldn't with a man who only had you within this world.

Sure, he was giving you signals. Signals that made your head spin because you had always wanted them from that face, but it wasn't him. It's not fair.

"Brilliant," he grinned in response, before taking the two of your plates away with the same enthusiasm. He wouldn't wash them, he never did directly after dinner. Always said he didn't want to waste a moment.

And maybe you didn't want to either.

The next few days were busy for you, more than usual, you'd been trying to trace who had been after him for the past year. It had been a year. You were getting nowhere, mostly because he hadn't told you anything -'he' being the Doctor.

So, you weren't exactly ready when Saturday crawled up on you. John had practically been bouncing off the walls, fidgeting with his tie. He hadn't looked at you once as he navigated the space, grabbing things he'd strewn about -he looked so natural here. Fit here, with you.

It'd been familiar. You missed him.

Every day you did.

The Doctor jumping around the space, eager to tell you about the hills that stars grew on, or the alien race that communicated through smell.

"Isn't it brilliant?" He'd always be grinning so bright it could blind you, and he'd twirl around the controls for good measure. Eyes looking to you for your reaction, beautiful green twinkling with wonder you thought you'd lost when you were six. You had lost when you were six, but he... he brought it back.

"Y/N?" he spoke, well not him... but him, "Everything alright?"

John was in your space, a few steps away -maybe afraid to bridge the gap, he extended a hand. You'd realized then you were crying, the tears silent against your cheeks -you didn't even realize...

"If you're not-" he started, his fingers clenching in the air between the two of you like he'd wanted to touch you but wasn't sure, "If you don't want to go, we can stay."

We, he'd always said something like that -a package deal. Maybe you could live in your delusions for a bit, you could be selfish once.

With a breath, you closed the gap -connecting your hands and intertwining your fingers with his. His hand moved naturally... like it was meant for this... like his hand was meant to be in yours. It was intimate, something about you not being in direct danger and still holding him close.

You were safe, in your apartment; the two of you dressed dashingly, all for a party you were now bound to be late to.

"Wish I could," clearing your throat of the tears, you swung your hand and his between the two of you with the smallest of smiles, "-but my date is pretty handsome, couldn't bare to let him down."

John chuckled, you could still see the smear of concern in the pull of his brows but he could never really help it with you, "Handsome, really? This date seems very lucky then. From where I'm looking-"

You snorted, shaking your head and letting go of his hand -heading towards the apartment door, "We're going to be late, John."

"You started it," he pouted, before spinning around in a circle -eyes darting, "-wait, where's my coat?"

"John, darling," you hummed, pointing to the coat that was draped right across the back of the couch.

"Right, yes," he responded, grabbing it before freezing in place like your words had just now processed, "-did you say... darling?"

"Good observation."

"That's new, isn't it?" he asked, eyes intent on you for a moment -like you were a mystery he couldn't solve, "-I like it."

"Oh hush you," you snickered, not lingering on the slip any longer than you wanted to, "-we are so late."

John grinned bright and you saw him then -adventurous and wonderful, as he approached you -almost giddy, "I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

The party was fuller than you'd expected, really. It wasn't just in some breakroom with dollar streamers and cupcakes with the kind of icing that stained your mouth. There were lights, music, and it was catered. With a mouthwatering buffet, mind you.

"John," you hush whispered, "-you didn't tell me it was fancy."

"How was I supposed to know?" he whispered back, defensive, "-This is my first one too!"

At that moment, two men walked up -each in a more dashing suit than the other, groomed to the nines. You truly doubted these guys were teachers, but based on the man that stood by your side... maybe it was true.

"Oh my," the taller one, who if you had to guess was the gym teacher spoke, eyes caught on you, "-John, is this the infamous Y/N?"

The other man straightened, eyes landing on yours, "No way!"

"Infamous?" You turned to John with a questioning brow, now this was interesting.

"It's not-"

"I'm Joseph," the taller one extended his hand to shake, before motioning to the man beside him, "-and this is my husband, Elliot."

"Not that I need to tell you," you smiled towards John, "-but I'm Y/N. It's wonderful to meet you."

"Gosh," Joseph began with a teasing smile toward John, who seemed like a branch in the wind, "-I feel like I know you already. John here's told me so much-"

"Alright," John erupted, the tips of his ears burning bright red -avoiding his eyes to yours, "-that's enough."

You added with a smile, playful, "Dearest, I'm not so sure. I'm quite interested in-"

He rolled his eyes, but you could see the quirk on his lips, "Yeah, yeah. You've had your fun. Now dance with me."

"What?"

"You promised me a dance, silly," he reiterated, pulling you away from the two to a space with less people -the music soft and echoing across the space, "-don't you remember?"

You narrowed your eyes, resisting the pull, "I certainly did not."

"Okay, well, then..." he paused, thinking and still holding your hand between the two of you -loosely, "-I'm asking you now. Will you dance with me?"

You stared at him, his face dancing in the lighting of the space and that strand of his hair falling in front of his eyes like it always did -god, you'd gotten used to him. There was an urge to brush it away, to hold his face -his precious, precious face.

Instead, you squeezed his hand, "Of course."

He smiled, and pulled you to the floor -eyes intent and focused, the music was slow, melodic. You assumed it was requested, based on the nature of the tones, didn't feel quite party to you.

"John," you confessed, "-I really don't know how to dance to this."

He laughed to himself, before gently guiding you the rest of the way to floor, "Don't worry, follow my lead."

John moved your hand to his shoulder, placed his hand on your back, and intertwined your free hands together without a second thought. It felt personal, really to be a breath away from him -for his hands to holding you close. Not in a hug, where you couldn't see his eyes.

But now you could.

"See, watch," he hummed, moving to step in a square -you knew this part, "-you're a natural!"

"You're just saying that," you echoed with a smile, unused to the flattery so close. So tantalizingly close that you could feel the breath of it on your lips. This had never happened.

"Y/N," he spoke, hushed, just for you to hear, "-did you ever think... you could... we could, really-"

"Yes?" you asked, eyes caught in his as you desperately tried to not step on his toes.

"Well, if you-" he began, before frowning, "-if you wanted we could maybe-"

A scream interrupted his sentence, loud and brash, and something within you snapped. You tried to get eyes on the obstruction, but the crowds running just dragged your eyes elsewhere. '... you'll know.'

"We know he's here," a voice slithered, yes slithered, through the crowd -the tone, unnatural, "-give him to us. NOW."

"When the time comes, you'll know."

Your eyes darted to John's who were frantically looking to you, almost checking you over, "John, we have to go."

He seemed speechless, "O-Okay."

You'd kept the watch on you, you could hardly leave it out of your sight -so the cold tingle against your side was quite comforting now. The clothes you were wearing didn't have much pocket space, but it had... something, after all.

Where to, you stared out at the intricate hallways, where to?

"WHERE IS HE?!"

There was a door down the way, space looked small, but it would have to work. You didn't have many options.

Pulling him into the space (a janitor's closet by the looks of it), you shut the door behind you two -making sure it wasn't an automatic lock. The darkness was all encompassing before you found the switch as you brushed your fingers along the wall.

"When you said out, I assumed you meant, well-" he spoke, tone shaky and it was moments like this where the difference was stark, "-out."

"John," you spoke, directly looking into his eyes, "-do you trust me?"

"What, yes-" he sputtered out, eyes lost and it would've been cute had you not been in the situation you were.

"Good," you spoke, before sticking your hand into his coat's pocket -the side he never used, and fished out what you were looking for. The sleek metal in your hand was unusual sure, but not... unwelcome, really.

John stared at it, eyes wide and breaths hollowing, "What... is that? I've never even seen that before! Was that in there the whole-"

"John, this is hard to explain," you exhaled, digging into your own pocket to pull out the watch -it was warm in your hands, "-but you are not John Smith."

"What?!"

"This," you pulled his hand over the watch in yours, you could almost feel it react, "-is you."

"Y/N," he echoed, "-I think you hit your head. You're acting-"

"Crazy," you finished, "-I know."

You could almost see the spandrels of gold connecting with his fingertips, twisting through the air to meet his skin. They were small though, delicate, easily cleared if he wanted them to be.

"Your name is the Doctor, you are an alien-"

"An alien?!"

"-the last one of your kind, Timelord," you continued, gently turning the watch to be in his hand, "-and the world needs you."

"This is-" he began, backing away -trying to push the watch back into your hands, "-ridiculous. My name is John Smith, I'm a librarian at Dexington Primary School. I have been for a year-"

"John-" you began -desperate.

"I got my degree, I met you on campus-" his tone was still fond somehow, "-you spilled your coffee on me, and wanted me to apologize-"

"John-" you interrupted, you couldn't hear this. Not now. Not when you were about to lose him.

"And I should've been mad. I should've been, but your smile was brilliant and I couldn't even think straight-"

"John, please." You echoed, tone gentle, soft.

"I thought you were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen," he looked up at you, eyes red and watery, "...How can that not be real?"

"Oh John," you hummed, tears of your own gathering -your hand coming to rest on his cheek, idly tracing the skin there, "-my darling John. It was."

John leaned into your palm, tears floating down his cheeks, and you wiped them away.

"This," you whispered, a bit breathless from the tears of your own and pointed between the two of you, "-was real. I know that."

"Then, why-" he began, eyes fluttering all over your face.

"You're-" you sighed, shakily and hesitant to let him go, "-you're not you, John. Not really."

"I want to be-" he started, reflecting his hand on your face -wiping at your tears, "-I just want to be your John. Why can't I?"

"Because you're the Doctor," you hummed, your heart breaking in your chest, "-and I can't take that away from the world."

He seemed to understand then, looking down at the watch with purpose -trying to see it for it was, you thought. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were heavy with a feeling you'd seen before in them, in the Doctor's eyes.

"I..." he whispered, looking back up into your eyes, "-I love you. Truly, I- I do. You have to know that, before I... Before I go."

"My John," you were crying now, the twist in your chest strong - an ache, a yearning, "-I love you too."

Without a second thought, you pushed forward, placing your other hand on his face -connecting your lips to his. You could be selfish twice, you decided, as you held his precious, precious face between your fingers.

It was bittersweet, the salt of your tears soiling your lips, but you really honestly couldn't change a thing. You wouldn't.

It was an ending you wouldn't forget.

With a breath, you pulled apart but let your fingers stay for a moment -eyes dancing around his face, to remember this. To remember John.

Because this... wasn't the Doctor, no matter how hard you wished it to be. It would be gone so very soon.

"You were lovely," you hummed, brushing his hair back and letting your fingers linger on his skin, "-I'll miss you."

With that, you stepped back.

"I'll miss you too."

He stared at you, green eyes so open, so vulnerable, he was hesitant -toying around with the watch in his fingers. You exhaled, shakily, and nodded.

John smiled, a brief one that you tried to commit to your brain, so fond... so loving. He didn't need to say anything else, so he flicked open the watch, and golden light burst into the room. It was so bright, you had to hide your eyes in the crook of your arm -the warmth biting up against your skin. It felt like a harsher version of the sun, searing across your skin, but it wasn't necessarily hurting.

And then, it stopped.

You looked up from behind your arm, and-

"Bloody hell," he spoke, gruff to himself, as he seemed to try to get something out of his ear, "-that was a rough one."

The joy you felt in your heart was immeasurable, but you still felt quite... broken open, splayed out like a puddle on the floor, and he was not.

He wiped at his eyes, noticing the tears -most likely, "What was I even-"

His eyes caught onto you, the eyes that you had missed -the extra heaviness, the extra wonder, and the infinite knowledge in that brain of his.

He lit up into a smile so bright that warmed you, "Y/N! Thank the stars, you look terrific."

The Doctor leaned forward, brushing a hand through your hair -it was longer now, "How long has it been?"

You paused, "About a year."

"Oh," he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face -thoughts quick and unraveling, "-that was a bit of miscalculation on my part... My bad. I didn’t think-"

His eyes finally landed on you, and he faltered. Moving quickly toward you, his hands unwittingly went to your face, wiping at the tears that had fled there. Your face was no doubt a wreck, sniffling nose and eyes scrubbed red.

"Have you been-" the Doctor paused, speaking softer, "Have you been crying?"

"I..." you began, but couldn't finish it.

"I was crying, too," he continued, "-well, not me but... me. What, so we were crying together that's-"

He fell silent, looking at you again -almost analyzing. There was a gleam, a shine of understanding, and you knew.

"You loved him," he concluded. The silence echoing loud after the words, bouncing around your head like a pinball machine, "-didn't you?"

You couldn't do this now, you really couldn't do this now, "Doctor, now is not the time."

Before he could say another word, you dug the screwdriver out of your pocket -it was shoved there when you... it didn't matter. Not now.

He narrowed his eyes at you, saying something you recognized to be 'we'll talk later', before accepting the tool with a grin, "Right then, duty calls, doesn't it?"

"As always," you quipped. He rewarded you with a grin that send your stomach into knots, one you'd missed so dearly.

The aliens who had come to him were fairly easy to handle, they were a bit too overconfident in their planning. The Doctor had simply slipped right in, and they hadn't been prepared for it. Hardly worth a year.

They underestimated him, you could tell. He was pouting about it. Had been for the last 10 minutes.

"What, they really thought I would fall for that?" He muttered to himself, as you both roamed the area -checking up on the masses, keeping an eye out for any injury that needed to be urgently dealt with.

And then you saw them, the men: Joseph and Elliot. They sat huddled together, comforting each other with what looked like some other teachers -their eyes widened in relief at the sight of the two of you, you assumed.

"Y/N, John!" Joseph exclaimed, the pull of his eyebrows lessening, "Thank god, you two are alright, are you hurt anywhere?"

He briefly scanned the two of you, seeming to come up with nothing, "-good."

"Joseph, right?" The Doctor asked, you knew he retained partial memories, so it made sense, "-Is everyone okay over here?"

"Yeah," Joseph answered, eyes flickering down the line, "-George sprained an ankle, but that seems to be the worst thing so far."

He was confused, you could tell by this new dynamic and the shift in... John. Your weren't sure how to even start in an explanation though, and the Doctor didn't seem too worried so you just waved it off.

"You're..." Elliot began, observing, "... different, John. You sure you okay?"

The Doctor chuckled, "I'm quite alright, never been better really. I'm just... not quite John."

"If I hadn't seen snake people about 10 minutes ago," Joseph responded, "-I'd say that's weird... but now? Do you just... You're not John?"

"No, well yes," the Doctor scrambled, "-John is like a piece of me. Just a part of my whole self, really. I... felt all the things John felt, saw what he saw. It just wasn't fully me."

They nodded, and he took it as means to continue.

"The rest of me was locked away, kind of," he spoke, face trying to track what he'd say, "-does that make sense?"

"The most I've heard today," Joseph quipped, "-which is not very much."

"Well," he grinned -wide and bright, the knowledge of worlds blooming behind his eyes, "-that's all I can ask, really."

"Are you two okay?" You asked, eyeing the two with a sensitive eye.

"Yes," they smiled at you, both of them had such kind eyes, "-we came up unscathed, luckily."

You sighed in relief, "Okay, good."

"Right then," he hummed, eyeing you with an eye you found familiar, questioning concern, "-off we pop, keep in touch, will you?"

"Don't you know it... uh-"

"The Doctor," you clarified, "-world-saving alien."

"Doctor, okay," he laughed -despite looking quite in shock, it was almost just adding to the pile rather than well... being a new type of weird, "-try and stay safe, will you? I may not... know you, but I know John. I rather cared for that bloke."

"We will," you answered, your smile a little bittersweet -you couldn't think about it too much now. Later.

The plan originally had been to go to the Tardis, but this outfit had been one of your best -you wouldn't let it be lost deep in the hallways. You'd already lost at least 3 hoodies in there -limited edition ones, too. And the Doctor was like a lost puppy, so he'd be sure to follow behind.

John had been the same in that sense, showing you things, gravitating towards the same room, and practically pouting for entertainment when you sat still for too long.

The trip up the stairwell was unusually silent, you'd felt odd in the presence of the Doctor and well... silence. It felt like he was always talking, and if by some chance he wasn't, he was everywhere. Big motions filling up a space, he'd almost always have a spotlight shining on him -attention on him anywhere he went.

It was the curse of the companion to fall in love with the wonder, one you knew well.

But this part of the Doctor was rarely there, this part was the kind where he'd stay silent for days -thinking about something in particular. An anniversary of an event, he wouldn't say what; the only way you could tell was he wouldn't be jumping to go elsewhere. He'd stay right there.

You felt that same part here, following you to the apartment that you... that you used to share. Kind of. You weren't quite sure where his memories were, what he remembered about the year (or even the past few hours for that matter).

The door swung open, and the silence only intensified. Large and unmoveable, you were sure how to even approach it. Or if he even wanted you too.

"It's... blurry," he spoke, dusting his fingers along a snowglobe (one of his, technically) -you held back the twinge in your heart. John was everywhere in here.

"What is?" You questioned, absentmindedly playing the ends of one of the coats that hung there -it wasn't yours, but you thought you might keep it.

"The line between me and him," he answered, eyes scattering to different things littering across the space.

Looking at it, it looked very domestic.

The pairs of shoes by the door, the mugs paired by the stove -ready for tea, the pair of pillows decorating the couch -you'd both chosen one. It felt so... stuck together, you could barely breathe.

"There's things I know I..."

"Doctor," you shook your head, swallowing down the lump of tears in your throat -you were grieving... over someone right in front of you, "-you don't have to do this..."

He pursed his lips at you, furrowing his brow, "Do what?"

"This," you motioned to him, holding the snowglobe -close to his chest, "-I know John isn't you. You don't have to... I know."

"Y/N," he began, now placing the trinket back on the shelf, "-what are you talking about?"

"Doctor, it's embarrassing enough as it is."

"What is-" He questioned, roaming closer, "Y/N, you're making no sense."

"Stop," you rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, and of course he only followed you. What were you going to do with all this?

"Look at me," he held your biceps, guiding your eyes to his, "-does it look like I'm lying to you?"

You squinted at his, trying to closely analyze his face -you knew it, his tells, his existence was painted in the skull of your brain. Both Timelord and human now, you supposed.

"No," you decided -still not quite over the lump of emotion in your throat, would you ever be?

"Right then," he cleared his throat awkwardly and let go of your arms, "-good."

This was something starkly different, the Doctor fluttering away from affection so easily -stepping out of the space and not being aware anymore. John... He felt like he was looking at you, always looking at you. Maybe because he had nothing else to look at, but you liked to think it was because he wanted to. You hoped he did.

"Stop-" the Doctor interjected, the silence of the room breaking like glass -harsh and loud, "Stop thinking so loud."

You rolled your eyes, not wishing to deal with this side of him now -not when you felt like you were digging a grave for someone standing right in front of you. It was odd, the twisted feeling of watching what you knew to be the Doctor around the room. (The only real difference being the godforsaken bowtie. He'd stolen it at the party, the janitor -an older man with a kind smile, had easily given it away.)

He belonged here, you knew that. Hell, even before the last year, the Doctor would pop in for visits -movie nights, just to try something human he'd heard about, or his impatience on waiting for you. He had a spot then, sat on one of your wider windowsills -staring down at the streets below, or the lit up city, you weren't sure. The man just couldn't sit in a regular chair.

John hadn't done that. Sure, he'd made himself cozy in every space possible that he could, including the kitchen cabinets once (hell of a day), but never... never the windowsill. He hadn't wondered about what was outside, his whole world was right...

"Here," you hummed to yourself, tracing the tips of books on the shelves.

You saw that now, John had no need for adventure, no spark to see something new. He'd been content. Happy with just you.

The Doctor couldn't be like that, you knew that. He never could.

You weren't sure you'd ask him to.

"I wish I could," the Doctor spoke, a chuckle lost in the whisper of his words.

"What?"

He seemed to pause, thinking about his next words -the Doctor thinking never really meant anything good. But, you still found you waited.

"Your John," he finished, "-I wish I could be him."

You froze in your place, your breath hitching in your lungs -so, he had remembered, "We really don't have to-"

He seemed to continue, as if your words hadn't even been spoke, "You have to understand, Y/N, John is a part of me. Sure, without the extra bits, but still me. Me in my most basic form, human."

You didn't know what to say.

"Well," the Doctor corrected, "-human...ish. Not really an exact science, just kind of takes the regeneration energy and-"

"Doctor," you exhaled, tired, "-what is this all about?"

"You don't," he began, face furrowed into one of curious concern, "-You don't know?"

"Know what?"

He seemed to falter to a pause, like he was planning his next move. Or thinking of his next words again. You wondered what he had to be so careful about -you misinterpreting?

In a blink, he was in front of you -digging around through his pocket before he found what he was looking for -the watch, "Did I ever tell you how this works? The Chameleon Arch?"

"You mean the watch?" you questioned.

"I'll take that as a no, then," he started, fingers mindlessly tracing the Gallifreyan on the front, "-the technical part of it is called a Chameleon Arch, Gallifreyan tech. Original duty is to change an individual's species. Technically, it changes your biology -a very painful process, really, I'd know."

"Right," you flinched, remembering the brief moment he'd experienced it before, "-I... remember."

He frowned at you, seeming to not remember that you had seen that, "It's connected to the Tardis, gives me the backstory, but... it's never been an exact science."

You paused, looking at the Doctor with eyes of curiousity -he seemed to have a point to this ramble. He never had a point to his rambles.

"It takes bits and pieces from me," he hummed, demostrating with the air in front of his hands, "-the person it creates isn't entirely from the Tardis, not really."

"What do you mean?"

"Like a motivation," he hummed, debating on whether or not finish it -eyes looking your direction but not at you, "-or a hobby, or a..."

The Doctor froze in his place, eyes focused on his hands in front of him -slowly, his eyes rose up to meet yours, "A... feeling."

You were confused for a moment, watching him. He'd frozen in place, yet his eyes stayed trained on yours. You couldn't quite grasp it, what he was trying to convey to you. Until...

Until you truly looked at him.

There was something erry about him, something on his face that felt off, but at the same time, ever so natural. So right, yet so wrong.

And then it hit you, there it was. The suspicious, fond gaze.

"Doctor," you spoke, disbelieving.

"Y/N, you have to know," he continued, despite your plea, "-you really truly have to-"

"Doctor, please," you hadn't wanted to go through this again -the hope of loving the Doctor could only hurt you, "-you aren't thinking straight. Th-That's John, not you-"

He was confused, twisting memories together, you couldn't... you couldn't chance it.

"Y/N," he was getting closer to you now, voice steady and distinct, "-it started with me."

You froze in place, blinking as if he'd vanish right in front of your eyes. It was almost like a hallucination for a second, because he (the Doctor, not John) could not mean what you thought he meant.

"It took the bit of me that was..." he corrected, watching you as if you could break with slightest of touches, "-is in love with you."

"You do?" you began, sputtering -you weren't sure what to say, "...N-Not John?"

"Well, technically both," he grinned and you felt your stomach twist into a pretzel. God, what were you going to do with him?

"Oh, shut it," you huffed out.

You could definitely be selfish a third time afterall.

In a blink, you pulled his face towards yours -the steps towards him quick and brash but the way you touched his face was different. Gentle, you trailed your finger along his cheekbone for a second.

Your breath mixed with his, he was just looking at you. Like there was nothing else to look at.

Like he was... happy with just you.

God had he been hiding that look the whole time? -peeking over books as you read them, staring at you as you walked around the Tardis fitting in just like a missing puzzle piece.

"It was all me," he whispered, distracted, sure, but still answering you. Stupid Timelord telepathy and stupid handsome aliens.

And maybe you were a little stupid too, but he didn't need the ego boost, truly.

"Hey-" he pouted out, and the jut of his lip almost made your heart flatline -sure you were almost there but you hadn't worked up to it yet.

The Doctor paused, noticing your stiffening in place, the way your eyes darted to his mouth for a second -a split second, and he grinned.

And for a second you thought he might pull back, and make up some excuse, but instead, his hand came up to the side of your face. Surprisingly smooth fingertips detailing the dips and pulls of your face, you could barely breathe at the closeness.

"Wonderful," he spoke, so quiet you could barely hear him -made you wonder if was even for you to hear. Or if it was just... for him, "-You're wonderful."

"Doctor," you almost cried, the movement so soft, so careful. Like he never wanted to forget the face. You held his face close, a breath away from you and this burst of fondness flooding your chest you just couldn't even describe really.

So, you held his face, trailing your fingers along his jaw -showing it the only truest way you knew how, "My Doctor, my darling Doctor."

And you kissed him.

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A Simple Salt and Burn

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: A simple salt and burn turns out to be not so easy after all.

Words: 11,2k

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, reader gets/is hurt, painkillers, friends to lovers

A/N: English isn’t my mother tongue so please excuse any mistakes! :)

Masterlist

~~~

A soft knock on the door made you look up from the book you were currently reading. Sam had bought it for you on their last hunt to help you pass some time while you were taking a little break. You had to heal from a pretty bad wound you had gotten from a werewolf a few weeks ago.

„Yeah?“, you called out and Dean slowly entered your room.

„I‘m not interrupting you, am I?“, he asked, pointing at your book.

„Oh no.“, you shook your head and smiled at the older Winchester. „I just finished the chapter.“

With a relieved sigh, he sat down on the edge of your bed.

„That’s good.“, he said before he went silent and scratched his neck. „So…uhm…“

Closing your book you looked at him.

„What is it?“

„Well…“, Dean cleared his throat and turned a little more to you. „Sam wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join us on a new case...“

You being surprised was an understatement. Never had you even thought to hear that question right now.

It was no wonder that suspicion started to rise right away, so you asked: „But?“

Dean huffed while shrugging.

„I‘m just a little worried that it might be a little too soon for you.“, he confessed.

„Uhhh…“, you frowned. „I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty good right now, to be honest. What kind of case is it?“

„A simple salt and burn.“, the dirty blonde answered.

He still didn’t look very convinced.

„I think that should be alright.“, nevertheless you nodded and pulled your blanket to the side. „Might just be perfect for me. It’s something easy to get back into business again.“

You chuckled and hoped it would loosen the tension.

„You sure?“, Dean stood up after you had made your way to the duffle bag that was laying in the corner of your room.

„Yeah.“, you started to throw various items of clothing in it and turned to him after you had heard him sigh. „I promise. I‘ll be careful, okay?“

And finally, you had persuaded him.

„Alright, I guess.“, Dean smiled a little and nodded outside while he was walking to the door. „Meet us at the Impala in 15 minutes?“

„Sounds good to me.“, you agreed and he left.

Relief spread through your body and you couldn’t help but grin. Finally, the boredom was over. Still, you had to admit that it was right for Dean to worry. Your wound wasn’t completely healed yet, but in a much better condition than before.

You pulled up your tank top a little to reveal the bandage on your belly. Carefully you removed it and looked at the fresh scar. It had been a pretty large and deep cut, but right now it was only a little red and irritated. Not too bad.

„Okay, let’s put on some ointment and get the rest of my stuff.“, you murmured to yourself.

Said and done. After you had taken care of your wound, you remembered the painkillers on your nightstand and threw them in the bag, too. Just in case. Then you collected your toiletries in the bathroom and there was only one thing left to do: throw on some real clothes.

Finally, you made your way over to the garage.

„Hey boys.“, you greeted the Winchesters.

„Hey.“, Sam smiled at you and put the duffle bag that you were handing him in the trunk of the Impala. „How are you feeling?“

„Well rested and excited.“, you answered him with a smirk and he patted your shoulder.

„Glad to hear that.“, the Brunette opened the door to the backseat for you. „I‘m happy you’re back on track again.“

„Yeah, me too.“

You got in the car and looked at Dean who was already in the driver's seat. His glance shifted from his smartphone to you.

„Wait.“, he furrowed his eyebrows. „Is that my flannel? I‘ve been looking for it everywhere!“

Grinning you eyed the brown material on your body.

„After the last load of laundry, it kinda showed up in my drawer, so I thought I’d borrow it.“

Now he chuckled.

„At least I know now that it’s in good hands.“, he said.

This statement made you blush a little. You‘ve had some feelings for the older Winchester for a while now but just couldn’t muster the courage to tell him. Losing your best friend was your worst fear so you decided to stay quiet.

„Okay, let’s go.“, Sam got in the car and you cleared your throat.

„Yup. Let’s kick some ghost ass.“

~~~

After three hours of driving Dean decided to take a stop at a gas station. He turned the Led Zeppelin song that was blasting from the stereo lower and got out of the Impala. Just two seconds later his head appeared again and he looked at you.

„Want something from the shop?“, he asked.

„Uhm…maybe some chocolate?“, you shrugged.

„Alright.“, Dean turned to go but he was stopped by his brother.

„Hey, what’s with me?“, Sam pouted.

„You and me both know, that you’re more into rabbit food than snacks and there’s no green stuff at a gas station.“, this was the only answer the dirty blonde gave him, then he was gone.

Sam huffed while you were laughing.

„Oh wow, that was mean.“, you chuckled.

„Yeah…“, he said sourly.

„Don’t worry, I‘ll share some chocolate with you.“, you leaned forward and nudged his arm.

He snorted while rolling his eyes.

„Thanks, N/N.“

„You’re welcome.“, grinning you sat back and stared out of the window. „Anyways…what’s the case about? I can’t believe I haven’t asked already.“

Sam nodded and grabbed his notebook.

„Yeah, we had a lot to catch up on. You barely left your room in the last three weeks.“, he spoke.

„Right…“, you sighed. „Wasn’t feeling that well…“

„I know. It’s alright. I’m glad you’re doing better.“, Sam waved it off. „So…where is it?“ He flicked through his notes. „Oh yeah. A group of teenagers went missing in a haunted house in Purcell, Oklahoma. Your typical dare. Fact is that only one kid came back and he’s absolutely traumatized. He told the police that a disfigured man let his friends vanish or might have even killed them. They thought he was nuts so they put him in a mental facility.“

„Jesus. Poor kid.“, you murmured. „But it really sounds like a salt and burn.“

Just as you finished your sentence Dean opened the driver's door.

„Look what I found! Beef Jerky with Pizza flavoring!“, grinning from ear to ear he shook the little bag in front of Sam.

Sam only rolled his eyes.

„Oh, here’s your chocolate.“, Dean threw a Hersheys bar at you that you barely caught. „Were you two talking about the case?“

„Yeah.“, you nodded and opened the chocolate bar before taking a bite.

„I see.“, Dean started the car and got back on the road. „So…what’s the plan?“

„First of all we should get a motel.“, Sam suggested. „Afterwards we can talk with the police and Lucas Paulson. He’s the only one from the group who’s not missing.“

„Sounds good.“, you agreed. „Maybe we should also look into the backstory of the haunted house. I mean…surely the police and Lucas can tell us a few things about it, but just to be safe. Then we can visit the house.“

„Alright.“, Dean said. „But let’s do all of the case stuff tomorrow. It’ll be late when we arrive in Purcell. Maybe we could go out for a few drinks? What do you guys think?“

His eyes met yours in the rearview mirror. Sam already shook his head.

„Nah. I think I’m going to do some research.“

Dean didn’t react. His eyes were still on you. Immediately you could feel yourself turning a little red.

„Uh, sure. Why not?“, you gave in.

The older brother smiled.

„That’s my girl.“

Your eyes widened a little but at the same time, you knew or rather told yourself that he didn’t mean anything by it. He was your best friend and you were his. That’s all.

~~~

Finally, you arrived at the Three Oaks Motel. It wasn’t too shabby and they even had a free room for three. A double bed and a single bed. Sam took the single one because the double bed would be too cramped for the other person sleeping there, so you and Dean had no other choice than to take the double. It wasn’t really weird, you’ve had spent a few times sleeping in one bed with Dean when no rooms for three persons were available, but right now with your feelings, it wasn’t the best option.

Sighing you put down your duffle bag on your side of the bed.

„Is sleeping next to me that bad?“, Dean chuckled and threw his stuff next to his nightstand.

„Oh!“, you felt caught. „Not at all…uh…the drive was just long.“

The blonde looked at you with worry.

„Your wound isn’t hurting, is it?“

„No. But my back. I’m getting old.“, quickly you tried to distract him and laughed.

Snorting he shook his head but you didn’t miss that there was still worry in his eyes.

„Okay. Let’s grab some food. I’m starving.“, nevertheless you had a plan to escape the situation. „I saw a diner on our way to the motel. It should be a few minutes away by foot.“

Both Winchesters agreed so you set out. While you were waiting for your burgers and Sam‘s salad you discussed the little information you had about the case and the last werewolf hunt that had left you with that nasty cut on your stomach. The topic was still a little sensitive for you so you tried to talk your way around it. To be honest, the wound really did hurt a bit after the long drive, so after a while, you excused yourself to the restroom to take an Advil.

Sighing you looked at yourself in the mirror. You really hoped you had made the right decision to tag along.

After dinner, Sam made his way back to the motel, and Dean and you went looking for a bar. For a while, you just walked silently next to each other.

„So…“, Dean broke the silence after some time. „You took something for the pain in the bathroom, didn’t you?“

Your steps slowed down and you looked at him.

„Don’t lie. I saw you taking the pills out of your bag back in the motel. And I also noticed you huffing quite a bit before you went to the restroom.“

You both stood still now and you gulped.

„Well…“, you let out a shaky breath. „The cut hurt a little. But it’s okay. Really.“

Dean eyed you with a stern look on his face and blew some air through his nose.

„So you didn’t tell me the truth in the motel.“

He was pissed. At least a bit.

„Why?“, he asked.

You looked to your feet and shrugged.

„I just didn’t want you to worry.“

„But I do. All the time, since that werewolf got you.“

„I know.“, you murmured, then you got louder. „I just couldn’t stand being bored to death in my room anymore. The wound was fine before the ride. I promise. And I…I know I fucked up that werewolf hunt but you need to trust me. I’m fine. Please…“

Dean took a step forward and put his hand on your shoulder.

„I trust you, sweetheart. I just can’t see you hurt.“, he said. „And you didn’t fuck up that hu-“

„I did.“, you didn’t let him finish his sentence. „I ran after that werewolf and that’s why he got me. You even got mad at me for it.“

Now the green-eyed hunter sighed.

„Yeah, I know Y/N. But you just tried to save that girl. And you did, which makes me so proud of you. I was just mad at you because I was scared for you…“, his hand left your shoulder and he turned away from you.

Now you didn’t know what to say. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, so Dean went on.

„So…yeah. It’s not your fault.“, he cleared his throat. „But you need to be honest with me about your wound, okay? I won’t stop you now but I want you to let me know if it’s getting worse.“

For some time you stayed silent, then you nodded.

„Okay.“

„Good.“, the older Winchester set in motion again and you caught up to him. „Now let’s forget about that, deal? I really need some drinks.“

He smiled at you and held his hand out for you.

„Deal.“, you reciprocated the smile and took it.

~~~

The next morning started early. You were really happy that you didn’t drink so much last evening because you didn’t want to mix too much alcohol with the painkiller. Dean on the other hand wasn’t that lucky. He grumpily sat on his bed and slurped on the coffee that Sam had brought from his morning jog.

„So…wanna drive to the police station in 15 minutes?“, the younger Winchester asked.

You nodded, but Dean only glared at Sam.

„Jesus, could you slow down a bit? Some of us are not fully awake yet.“

„Well, sorry. It’s not my fault that you’re hungover.“, Sam snorted, then he went out to grab the suits from the Impala.

Dean grumbled a little and you chuckled.

„Come on, big boy. You’ll be fine.“, you said and patted his shoulder. „Need some Advil?“

„Nah…“, he waved it off. „I‘m good.“

„Alright.“, you shrugged. „Then drink up and get ready.“

The dirty blonde sighed but finally got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Just then, Sam came back and handed you your suit.

„He seems to listen to you more than to me.“, he shook his head.

Grinning you answered: „At least he listens to someone.“

„Yeah. You’re right.“, Sam chuckled, then he started to change into his suit.

After you turned around you did the same. It wasn’t untypical for you to do this. After all the brothers had already seen you enough in your underwear while tending to your wound or that time you all went swimming in a lake near the bunker.

Eventually, Dean returned from the bathroom. His hair wasn’t disheveled anymore and he smelled like deodorant.

„You look better.“, you told him.

„Gee, thanks. Still feel like shit.“, he yawned, then he pulled his shirt over his head and started to throw on his suit.

You couldn’t help but glance at his torso, the anti-possession tattoo, and his soft abs. Gulping you looked away, when you realized, that Deans's gaze had met yours and you could see him smirking from the corner of your eye.

„You good, sweetheart?“, he asked cockily.

„Perfectly fine.“

Exhaling, you walked past him and outside to the car. Your belly was feeling all fuzzy and you could really beat yourself for staring so much. While pinching the bridge of your nose you walked up and down for some time and only stopped, when you heard the two brothers leaving your room.

„Let’s get going.“, Sam hopped into the passenger seat and you got into the backseat without saying a word.

When Dean had finally taken his place in front of the steering wheel, his eyes set on you for some seconds through the rearview mirror, then he started the motor. Shakily you quietly breathed out and decided to look out of the window.

Only a few minutes later you arrived at the police station. After you went in, Dean introduced you to the sheriff, who was talking to one of his colleagues in the lobby.

„Hello. I'm Agent Plant, these are Agent Page and Agent Jones.“, he nodded to you and Sam. „We‘re from the FBI and we’re here for the investigation of the missing teenagers.“

The sheriff looked surprised. You on the other hand tried to hold in a grin because you knew perfectly well that Dean had chosen the last names of Led Zeppelins members.

„The FBI? Why would they deal with this case?“, Sheriff Milner who was a tall man with light brown hair and stubble as a beard asked.

„Uhm.“, Sam cleared his throat. „We’re newbies, so our boss decided it would be best for us to start with something easy.“

Now the Sheriff laughed.

„Easy.“, he snorted. „Well, not so easy if you ask me, gentlemen and dear lady. Come with me.“

He escorted you to his office and handed Sam a file. While Sam was flicking through it he began to tell you about the case.

„So…as you can see we have five missing teenagers, two girls, and three boys. Only Lucas Paulson got away, but he went a little crazy.“, he sighed. „They visited the old Griffin House which is just a little outside of town.“

„We were told that it’s haunted. That right?“, Dean asked.

Sheriff Milner shrugged.

„If you ask me it’s just a story, but I have to admit that the case is…well, weird.“

Now you frowned.

„Weird? Can you tell us a little more about the backstory of the house? To be honest, we didn’t get a lot of information on it.“, you wanted to know.

„Yeah of course.“, the brunette nodded. „60 years ago the Griffin family lived there. A couple with a daughter and a son. They were quite highly regarded, but the son…uhm…he caught interest in satanic rituals.“

„Oh.“, Dean said.

„Yeah. Oh.“, the Sheriff chuckled. „Well, one day everything escalated when he conjured a ritual and the house burned down with the entire family. Since then it has been said that the ghost of the son still haunts the ruins. Many young people go there as a test of courage. Just like in our case.“

„Wow. That’s…“, you didn’t really know what to say.

„Eerie.“, Sam completed the sentence for you and you nodded.

„Yup, you can say that.“, Sheriff Milner agreed. „But they never found satanic shrines, symbols, or weird objects. It is said that he performed the ritual in the basement of the house, but it was completely empty except for a few supplies and tools when the police investigated it. That’s why many say that it’s just a story and that there was something wrong with the furnace in the basement. It makes sense, I guess. That’s where the fire started.“

„Alright.“, Dean spoke now. „But…back to our case. What’s so „weird“ about it?“

Instead of the sheriff, Sam answered: „Maybe the fact that they only found some blood from the teenagers. Not even what could have caused it. Blood only. As if it had appeared out of nowhere. There wasn't even a trace of a fight.“

He must have read about it in the file.

„Completely right.“, the Sheriff nodded. „We have no idea how this could have happened. I mean, yeah. The whole thing looked like a crime scene, there was a lot of blood. But the thing is…everything looked so clean…not one drop of blood was smudged. There were no bloody footsteps or handprints, although, according to Lucas, there certainly should have been some.“

„Huh…“, Dean furrowed his eyebrows. „Well, then we should really ask him about his side of the story.“

„You can do that.“, Sheriff Milner shrugged. „But I wouldn't put too much faith in him. He said it was the ghost of the Griffins' son.“

With those words, he walked to the door and opened it for you.

„If you excuse me now. I have an important phone call in five.“, he smiled apologetically.

„Yeah. No problem. We‘ll call if there are any questions.“, Sam said, then you all walked out of his office and to the Impala.

„Really didn’t expect this.“, you huffed. „No simple salt and burn after all. The son must have been fried enough in the fire, so there must be something else that binds his spirit to the house.“

"You can say that out loud.", Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, let's talk to Lucas and then check the archives to see if we can find out more about the Griffins."

~~~

About 30 Minutes later you entered the mental hospital, which was a few towns away. At the reception, you talked with a nurse who then brought you to the ward where they treated Lucas. Another nurse then took over and guided you to his room.

„Lucas?“, she knocked on his door and entered.

Slowly Dean, Sam, and you followed her and your eyes met a barely 16-year-old boy who stared at you like a deer in headlights. He was in horrible condition and looked absolutely miserable.

„Lucas, those are some FBI Agents. They want to ask you some questions about your friends.“, the nurse introduced you. „Is that okay with you?“

„Uh…y-yeah.“, Lucas gulped and his gaze wandered to the floor.

You knew that this was really uncomfortable for him, but there was no other way. You needed to hear about the night of the disaster.

„Alright.“, the nurse nodded, then she turned to Sam and smiled at him. „I‘ll be outside. Call me if you need me.“

„Yeah, thank you.“, he answered, then you were alone with Lucas.

Right away you could feel the brothers looking at you. They knew you were more sensitive than them so it was best if you did the talking. You took a deep breath.

„Hey Lucas.“, you stepped closer to the blonde boy. „I“m Y/N Page, but you can call me N/N. Those are Agent Plant and Agent Jones. Can I sit next to you?“

You gave him a warm smile when he looked up. He just nodded but you could see him relax a little.

„So…“, you took a seat. „We would like you to tell us what happened if that’s possible. You can take as much time as you need, but it would surely help us with our investigation. We really want to find your friends.“

Immediately Lucas got nervous and he began to tug at his sleeves.

„You would think I‘m nuts…just like the other cops. That’s why I’m here…“, he murmured.

„I won’t, I promise.“, you said and put your hand on his shoulder to make him look up at you. „Try me.“

For a while he didn’t say anything and only chewed on his lip, then he sighed.

„Okay. So…two nights ago my friends and I were hanging out. We drank a little and decided to play truth or dare.“, he told you and took a shaky breath. „After a while, Jake dared Kim to steal something from the basement in the old Griffin House, and yeah, off we went. We were all pretty drunk so we just decided to come inside instead of waiting outside. We were just too curious about everything in there and at first, everything was awesome.“ Now he smiled sadly. „With all of us six shitfaced it wasn’t even spooky anymore… at least until we all had reached the basement. Suddenly it got really cold...like below freezing which was extremely weird. I mean it’s summer.“

Lucas frowned and Dean looked knowingly at Sam.

„And then?“, you asked.

„And…and then.“, the blonde boy seemed to struggle. „Then a man appeared. I don’t know who it was, he was really disfigured, but he started chasing us. A-And then he got Kim. He had this kind of knife and when it touched her there was so much blood…“

His lip trembled and he teared up.

„And that’s the weird part. It touched her, blood spurted out and suddenly she was gone. Not dead gone but gone gone. There was no trace of her besides her blood.“, Lucas exhaled. „After that, the man went after the next person and when he stepped through the blood there was nothing, no footprints, nada. I know that you’re going to call me crazy, but I’m 100 percent sure that he‘s a ghost. I just know it.“

Lucas looked at you desperately.

„Okay.“, you nodded. „I believe you.“

That, he hadn’t expected.

„Wait.“, he gulped. „You do?“

You just nodded again.

„Yes. I believe you, Lucas.“

„But-“, he didn’t know how to go on so you decided to let him into your mostly well-kept secret.

„Well, to be honest, me and those two gentlemen are no FBI agents.“, you told him. „We are hunters and we…well, we hunt monsters.“

Now Lucas was the one who looked at you like you were crazy. At least a little.

„You want to tell me that monsters are real?“, his eyes went wide.

„Yup.“, Dean chimed in. „Vampires, werewolves, you name it.“

„And ghosts.“, you added. „That’s why we are here. We strongly believe that a ghost kidnapped your friends. So no. You aren’t nuts Lucas. Not in the slightest.“

It went silent for a while, but finally, he nodded.

„Alright, good to know.“, he said. „What’s your plan?“

„Well, we wanted to do some more research on the house in the archives and then check on the situation there. We really hope that we find something…or someone.“, Sam explained now.

„I see.“, Lucas hummed. „But…aren’t you scared that the ghost will get you, too?“

Dean chuckled.

„Not really. We‘ve dealt with stuff that was far worse.“

„Okay.“, a little smile formed on the boy's lips. „Uhm…do you need some more information?“

You pondered.

„What did the ghost look like besides being disfigured? Are there any significant details you remember?“, you wanted to know.

„Uhhh…yeah.“, Lucas nodded. „He had a really big mole on his right hand. I saw it when he grabbed Kim.“

„Good. We can work with that.“

A relieved sigh came from the boy.

„Glad to be of help.“, he said, then he gulped. „Good luck then…and…please find my friends.“

„We will. I promise.“, you squeezed his shoulder and stood up. „Thank you for talking to us. We really appreciate it.“

Afterward, you, Sam, and Dean left the room. When you took a look at your watch you noticed that it was nearly 2 pm.

„Wanna grab something to eat first?“, Dean must have noticed it.

„Gladly. It feels like my stomach is about to digest itself.“, you answered and rubbed your belly.

„Then we should really hurry.“, Sam chuckled and you made your way outside.

~~~

„Ugh, I‘m so full.“, Dean leaned back with a pained look on his face and eyed his empty plate.

„No wonder. You ate two burgers.“, Sam snorted while he put the last fork of salad in his mouth.

„I‘m still growing.“, Dean shrugged and you laughed.

„Only in the width.“, you teased him.

The older Winchester narrowed his eyes, but then he couldn’t help but chuckle.

„Fair enough.“

You grinned and grabbed another fry from your plate. Now both brothers started a conversation while you finished your food and when you were done you did a big stretch.

Suddenly there was a painful sting coming from the wound on your stomach. You furrowed your brows and crossed both your arms in front of your chest.

„Dammit.“, you thought. „Hopefully it didn’t tear.“

You stood up.

„I‘m going to the restroom.“, you said and Dean looked at you.

„You alright?“, he asked.

„Shouldn’t have eaten those last fries.“, you made up an excuse even though you felt perfectly fine.

„Oh. If you’re going to puke, just scream and we’re coming.“, he offered cockily and you rolled your eyes.

„Ha, fucking, ha.“

You left and when you were in the bathroom you pulled up your shirt to look at the cut. It was still red, but there was no blood so everything seemed to be fine. Sighing you rummaged through your pants pocket and pulled out a painkiller. Taking medication right away wasn’t something you normally did, but on one hand, your wound really hurt now and on the other hand you couldn't afford to be weak from pain later.

Still, you looked at the pill for a while and pondered.

„It‘ll help.“, you thought and then you took it.

~~~

„Okay, boys. Let’s look for some pictures of the family.“, you said while sitting down at a table in the archives.

Dean grabbed a file from the box that the archivist had given you and started with his search. You did the same and soon the older Winchester found a family portrait. Both of you examined the hand of the son in order to identify him as the ghost.

„Huh…weird. No big mole.“, Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

Next, you looked at the father's hand. He didn’t have it either.

„Maybe the picture doesn’t show it?“, you murmured while squinting your eyes and taking a closer look at the picture.

„I don’t think so…hey, there’s another photograph.“, the dirty blonde snatched another document out of the box.

„William Griffin (18) and Jonathan Griffin (54)“ was written at the bottom

It showed father and son. Just perfect. At least that’s what you thought.

„No mole.“, you sighed.

„That makes no sense.“, Dean huffed.

„Hey! Look at this.“, Sam suddenly exclaimed and you both looked up from the picture.

„What is it?“, you got up and around the table to stand next to the younger Winchester.

„I found a file with some details on the family’s death.“, he explained and pointed to a passage in the text. „Here. It wasn’t just the family, it was also the daughter's boyfriend. Apparently her brother didn’t like him and decided to lure him into the basement in order to kill him during a ritual.“

„What?“, Dean had joined you and his eyes flew over the words. „The hell?“

„Yup. He drugged him, then he put him on fire, and yeah…you know the rest.“

„Damn, that’s really fucked up.“, you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed.

„But that wasn’t all.“, Sam went on.

„Not?“, his brother looked at him confused.

Sam shook his head, while he was grinning a little.

„Look at that.“

He revealed a picture behind the document. It showed a couple. They seemed to be really happy.

„That‘s Eleanor Griffin and her boyfriend Tate Mayham.“, the brunette explained. „And if you look at his right hand…“

„The mole…“, you were astonished.

What a twist of events.

„100 points to you, N/N.“, Sam nodded. „We have our ghost.“

~~~

After doing another hour of research you decided to drive back to the motel. All of you needed a little rest and most importantly you had to prepare before visiting the Griffin House.

With a huff, you sprawled out on your bed and heard Dean chuckling.

„Was it that exhausting?“, he asked while he was sitting down on his side of the bed.

You turned your head to him.

„Not really, I guess.“, you said. „I‘m just a little out of shape.“

„Well.“, he shrugged. „I think you're doing pretty good.“

The green-eyed hunter smiled at you.

„Thanks, Dean.“, you reciprocated the smile and sat up with a yawn. „I‘m going to freshen up a bit.“

With those words, you grabbed some more comfortable clothes and went to the bathroom. Only when the door closed you allowed yourself to quit acting.

„Ow.“, you murmured and pulled up your shirt.

Your wound had started to hurt again some while ago and right now it felt like it was on fire. That was also the reason why you had huffed when you had let yourself fall on the bed. It had been an attempt to mask a painful hiss.

When you saw the cut your eyes went wide. Now there was some blood.

„Shit.“, you exhaled.

You cleaned it with some water and grabbed the ointment that was sitting on the sink. Afterward, you took some bandages from the first aid kit and put them on. It hurt a lot so you couldn’t help but wince. Next, you went on and changed into the clothes you had brought. During that, some of the Advil you had sneaked in your suit's pants fell out of it and you crouched to pick it up.

„Fucking hell.“, you cursed under your breath.

This position made the pain only worse. Nevertheless, you went on to collect the pills and when you got up again you looked at them skeptically. You knew it really wasn't good to take too many painkillers, but you could really use them right now.

Chewing on your lip you thought about what Dean had said to you yesterday. He had wanted you to let him know when you were in pain, but you just didn’t want to worry him. Right before now, it hadn’t even been that bad.

„Okay.“, you took a deep breath. „One last pill. If it doesn’t get better, I‘ll tell him.“

Down your throat it went and you got out of the bathroom.

„As much as I like you in suits, this outfit looks way better on you.“, your heard Dean say and turned to him.

You tried to prevent yourself from blushing by saying: „But only because I’m wearing your flannel.“

The older Winchester grinned.

„Maybe. It really s-“

„Come on, Dean. Stop flirting, we need to make some more rock salt bullets.“, Sam suddenly interrupted him, and to be honest you were kind of disappointed.

You really wanted to know what he had tried to say.

„You’re no fun, Sammy.“, Dean rolled his eyes.

He continued with his work and you were left clueless.

„So…“, you cleared your throat. „Anything I could do?“

„Mhm…“, the blonde hunter thought. „Maybe you could clean my gun. I think there’s still some vampire brain on it from the last hunt.“

„Ew.“, you wrinkled your nose.

„Here you go, princess.“, he smirked and gave you the gun with the white handle.

Sighing you took it from him.

„Thanks…“, you pressed your lips together and started with your task.

~~~

Around 6 pm you all were finally ready and got in the car. During the ride, you thought about the pills again. You really hated that you just couldn’t tell the Winchester brothers about your pain, but what you hated more was Dean being worried about you. He wouldn’t have let you go with them if he knew about your condition. That, you knew for a fact. All you wanted to do was to finally make it up to the two men.

Yes, Dean had already told you that it wasn’t your fault that the werewolf hunt had gone wrong. You only had wanted the best for the girl you had been trying to save. Sometimes shit just happens, but you couldn’t accept it. You still felt horrible for causing so much trouble and nearly getting Sam and Dean hurt, too. To be honest you didn’t really care that you got hurt, but you couldn’t deal with the fact, that your friends could’ve died because of you.

Now you wanted to show them, that you could do better. You wanted to show them, that they shouldn’t worry about you, that you could handle yourself, and that you could get out of this hunt unharmed. That’s what this all was about. You just wanted everything to be normal again. Only you three on the road, hunting whatever monster you could find, and no worried looks from Sam and Dean.

You huffed quietly and looked at your two friends. That’s when you realized that you were close to reaching your destination. Not even a minute later Dean turned off the Impala.

„Okay, let’s do this.“, he said, then he opened the car door and got out.

Sam and you did the same and right away your gaze met the Griffin House. You had seen pictures in the archives of the once beautiful home, but now it was just a ruin, with charred stone walls, some of which were already crumbling and slowly being taken over by plants. The roof was completely gone.

Dean whistled in astonishment before going to the trunk and opening it.

„Here.“, he handed you the shotguns with the rock salt bullets and also grabbed a crowbar. „Just in case.“

He smiled at you, but you had some problems to also do so. You just couldn’t forget about the things that had gone through your head earlier.

„You good, sweetheart?“, the green-eyed hunter asked now while frowning.

„Uh, yeah.“, you nodded. „A little nervous, I guess.“

His face softened and he laid his hand on your shoulder.

„I won’t let anything happen to you.“, he said. „I promise. You’re safe with me.“

You knew, that he meant good with this. It was just the total opposite of what you wanted to happen. Dean shouldn’t have to protect you. Not like last time. Now you wanted to prove, that you could still do it on your own.

„Thanks, Dean.“, you answered nevertheless.

It wouldn’t be good to make him more suspicious of you.

„Alright.“, he let go of you and looked to Sam. „Y/N and I will check the basement. Do you mind going through the rest of the house?“

The younger Winchester shook his head.

„I can manage that.“, he said. „I‘ll join you when I’m done.“

With that, he went into the house.

„Welp.“, Dean sighed. „Let’s go inside, too.“

You nodded so he went ahead and you followed him. The first thing you noticed was the remains of the burned furniture. Trying to imagine what the shelf in the living room had looked like you inspected it a little closer.

„I don’t think that Casper’s hiding in there.“, Dean chuckled.

Glaring at him you showed him your middle finger.

„Oh, you don’t say.“

Now he was mockingly pouting.

„I was just trying to be funny.“, he said.

You snorted.

„Why, yes of course.“, you nodded and smirked. „Your dad jokes are absolutely hilarious. Ha-ha-ha.“

Shortly after you had set in motion again Dean caught up to you.

„Hey! My jokes are no dad jokes!“, now he was really offended.

„Yes, they are.“, you grinned.

„No, they‘re no-“

A loud pang interrupted him. It came from the basement to which the staircase you were standing in front of led to.

„Well, shit.“, you sighed. „I love when this happens.“

„Me either.“, Dean straightened and raised his shotgun. „But we have no other choice.“

Slowly he made his way down. After you had unlocked your gun you did the same and felt your heart rate increase. It wasn’t too dark so you could see pretty well, but you had a really bad feeling about this.

„Dean!“, you hissed.

The green-eyed hunter was almost in the middle of the room now, looking around while pulling out the EMF.

„Huh, maybe it was a rat.“, it showed nothing.

Although this should have calmed your nerves a little the weird feeling didn’t go away.

„Dean. This doesn’t feel ri-“, suddenly the staircase cracked right beneath you and you took a hard fall to the ground.

„Y/N!“, Dean shouted and was with you immediately. „You alright?“

He helped you up as you grimaced in pain.

„Y-yeah. I think so - Ow!“, he had brushed your irritated wound and you jolted back from his touch.

„Dammit!“, he cursed when he noticed. „Did your cut tear?“

The blonde man pulled up your tank top a little only to reveal the bloody bandage.

„What…?“, his eyes met yours, and instantly your heart dropped.

You opened your mouth: „I-“

„You promised.“, he huffed and shook his head in disappointment.

Sighing you looked to the side.

„I know…but-“

„But what?“, Dean snapped. „Why would you do something so stupid? Why would you go on a hunt knowing fully well that you’re hurt?“

After those words had left his mouth it was silent for a while. You knew that he was right and you hated it.

„Why would you do something like that, Y/N?“, he asked again when you didn’t answer.

Chewing on your lip you shrugged. Another huff escaped his lips.

„I want you to tell me. Tell my, Y/N, why would you put yourself in such danger?“

When he said your name you looked up and it felt like his green eyes pierced right through your own. You gulped, knowing that you couldn’t escape the truth now. There was no way out. Sure, you could just be stubborn, but you hated when Dean was mad at you. More than anything. Him being disappointed in you wasn’t something you could handle.

„Alright…“, you murmured quietly. „I… I just want everything to be normal again.“

Dean frowned.

„What do you mean?“

„I mean…“, you took a deep breath. „I just wanted to prove that I could handle it…I wanted to show you that I could finish this hunt without fucking up.“

Dean was still looking at you, but now his gaze got softer.

„Sweetheart…“, he sighed. „I already told you, that you didn’t fuck up.“

„Still.“, you turned away from him and crossed your arms in front of your chest. „I wanted to show you that you don’t need to worry about me…and that I won’t get you and Sam hurt again.“

You only mumbled the last words, but Dean had perfectly understood you.

„This is what this all is about?“, he asked. „Come on. Look at me, Y/N.“

He softly grabbed your shoulder and turned you towards him. Nevertheless, you avoided his eyes.

„Sweetheart.“, Dean put his fingers under your chin and gently lifted your face.

Slowly you obeyed.

„There we go.“, he whispered once your eyes met his own.

Your throat got dry and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from all the nervousness.

„Now I want you to hear me out.“, he continued. „I don’t care if I get h-“

You noticed a shadow from the corner of your eye and your breath started to freeze. Dean went silent and just then a man appeared behind him, a kitchen knife lifted to sink into him.

„Move!“, you pushed the green-eyed hunter to the side and just barely dodged the blade.

Tate Mayham‘s ghost screamed angrily and already swung to the next blow. Now, however, Dean was prepared and aimed his shotgun at him to pull the trigger immediately. The spirit dissolved into a cloud of dust and Dean looked at you, breathing heavily.

„Are you hurt?“

You shook your head. In the next second Tate appeared again and Dean tried to shoot him again but failed. The gun flew out of his hand and he himself bumped into a wall.

„Dean!“, you shouted as you aimed your own weapon toward the spirit.

Tate‘s head turned and with a flick of his hand your gun was taken from you and your back hit the wall behind you.

„Son of a bitch!“, Dean cursed while he was trying to get out of the invisible grasp.

The man smirked and got closer to him. In a panic, you looked around for a solution and your eyes fell on the crowbar that Dean had dropped during the fight. You just needed to get to it.

The distance between him and Tate was getting smaller and you struggled to get away from the wall. The more Tate focused on Dean, the easier it became for you, and eventually, you succeeded. You immediately grabbed the crowbar and sprinted to Dean's rescue.

"Don't!" you heard him call while you were already swinging your arm.

By then it was already too late.

Tate turned to you, pointed the knife at your stomach, and stabbed you. Unbearable pain shot through you and at the same time a feeling you had never felt before, then everything went black.

~~~

„Y/N!“, Dean screamed while your blood splattered all over him.

You were gone, but the ghost was still there. Grinning he looked at the green-eyed hunter whose panic turned into anger.

„You motherfucker! What did you do to her?!“

„She’s mine now.“, Tate answered in an eerie voice. „And you’ll be, too.“

Just as he lifted his knife again a gunshot rang through the room and the spirit disappeared. Sam stood at the end of the staircase, breathing heavily. His eyes widened when he noticed all your blood.

„Where’s Y/N?“, he asked Dean who could finally move again.

„He took her, Sammy.“, his brother said, his voice shaking. „I-I couldn’t stop him.“

His eyes were locked on the red liquid that was all over him and the floor. The sheriff and Lucas were right. It looked like it had appeared out of nowhere and he couldn’t explain why there was so much of it. It made no sense. Yes, he had stabbed you in the stomach, but normally blood doesn’t just splutter out like this.

„Shit.“, Sam breathed out.

„We have to find her. He must have taken her somewhere in the house.“, Dean grabbed his shotgun from the floor and went to the next room of the basement.

It was just a storage room for food and there was no trace of you.

„Dammit!“

He rushed past his brother and back upstairs to the first floor. Sam followed him.

„Dean, I don’t think she’ll be in the rest of the house.“, the younger Winchester spoke. „I already looked through every room and there was nobody.“

„Nobody?“, his brother's steps got slower until he stopped.

„Yes.“, Sam huffed. „Everything seemed normal if you can say that.“

They both went silent for a while and pondered.

„We should go to the car.“, Sam eventually suggested. „I stole some floor plans from the archives. Maybe Y/N‘s trapped in a hidden room.“

„Alright.“, Dean nodded. „If it helps us find her. I won’t leave without her.“

He sternly looked at the brunette.

„I know.“, Sam said just like he knew something, then he set into motion again.

Just when they reached the entrance Tate appeared in front of it. Sam‘s gun flew out of his hands and he crashed into the cabinet next to him, but Dean had been fast enough and already shot the ghost.

„Not now you son of a bitch!“, he hissed. „You good, Sam?“

„Yeah.“, the taller Winchester got up from the floor and followed Dean outside.

Thankfully nothing was left of the door that lead inside the house, so the spirit couldn’t trap them.

„Okay. Where is it?“, Dean asked impatiently as Sam searched through the glove compartment.

„Here.“, he brought the plans to the engine hood and spread them out.

They both looked over them until Sam frowned.

„Wait.“, he snatched the map of the second floor. „I didn’t see that room when I went through the house.“

He pointed to a little room that was located between the parent’s room and Eleanor’s room.

„There were only two doors, not three.“, Sam murmured as he inspected the plan a little closer.

„That must be it.“, Dean nodded. „Let’s go back inside.“

„Yeah, just let me take the sledgehammer out of the trunk. We might need to tear down a wall.“, Sam said and already made his way to the back of the Impala.

Afterward, both men entered the house again. Dean already held his gun ready while Sam went ahead. Soon they were standing in the hallway that led to the parent's bedroom and Eleanor’s room. Sam had been right. There were only two doors.

„They must have bricked up the door that led to the small room.“, Dean spoke.

„Yeah. We should try to destroy it.“

And so Sam took the first swing.

~~~

„Fuck.“, trembling you were holding your stomach.

The blood had already soaked through your tank top and now spread down your jeans. For the first time since the incident had happened, you looked up to check where you were and your gaze fell on five teenagers. They were huddled up in the corner of the small room and looked at you in horror.

„You’re the missing teenagers!“, you realized.

You tried to get up from the floor but your wounds hurt so bad that your legs gave in and you fell down again.

„A-Ah.“, you grimaced and one of the boys slowly approached you.

He was holding his shoulder and blood was all over his clothes, but he didn’t seem to bleed anymore.

„You should sit still. Maybe you’ll stop bleeding then.“, he said. „It worked for most of us. I‘m Jake by the way.

„Y/N.“, you introduced yourself and looked him up and down. „How are you all holding up?“

Now your gaze wandered to the other teenagers again. One of the girls was looking really sick.

„Kim has lost a lot of blood…I- I don’t know if she’ll make it for another day. But the rest of us seems to be alright. We all have pretty bad wounds, though.“

„Okay.“, you nodded and looked back to your stomach.

Blood was still oozing out of you but it seemed to be less than before which was a good sign.

„What are you even doing here?“, another boy asked now.

You turned to him while wincing in pain.

„Well, me and my friends are trying to save you.“, you sighed. „But the ghost got me.“

„But how?“, Jake wanted to know. „I mean…we’re all trapped inside this room. I don’t even know what it’s supposed to be. It’s all full of cobwebs. We found some candles which we lit so we wouldn't sit in the dark but...it's really spooky.“

Now you took a good look around. Your eyes widened and you swallowed. Even through the cobwebs, you could see the skulls and satanic objects laid out. This probably was William‘s altar room.

„Well.“, you sighed. „Sam and Dean will find a solution. I’m sure of it.“

You tried to smile at the teenagers, but it was really hard while being in that much pain.

„But what if he comes back again?“, the sickly-looking girl now asked.

„He came back for you?“, you frowned.

„Yes.“, the other girl nodded. „He…he grabbed Kim and Michael and…I don’t know how to describe it…it was like he tried to suck some parts of their soul out of them. Both of them were totally out of it afterward.“

„Yeah, it…it kinda felt like that.“, a boy said now, probably Michael.

„Well, that must be why he’s so powerful.“, you thought to yourself.

„Alright.“, you cleared your throat. „Did you see anything that’s made out of iron around here?“

„Uh…“, Jake scratched his neck. „We didn’t really want to touch that stuff. To be honest we’re a little scared that it’s cursed.“

Slowly you nodded.

„I feel you. But normally it should be alright. Most people who catch interest in satanic stuff don’t know the real deal.“, you tried to stand up again and huffed in pain.

You were still wobbly on your legs, but it didn’t feel like they would give in again.

„Easy there.“, Jake was right next to you and tried to steady you.

„Why do you know all that stuff?“, the sick girl who should be Kim asked now.

„Well, I think all of you will agree with me when I say that ghosts are real.“, you began to tell. „And me and my friends, we get rid of them…and uh…other monsters. We’re hunters.“

All of them looked at you like you were crazy.

„You hunt those things? Voluntarily?“, Michael furrowed his eyebrows. „That’s completely nuts!“

You shrugged and winced because this movement really hurt.

„Someone‘s gotta do it.“, you sighed. „Sooo…iron. Let’s look.“

Jake went with you and you both checked the altar. The other teenagers slowly approached you.

„What about that?“, Kim pointed to a heavy-looking candle holder.

You reached for it and removed all the cobwebs from it. An amulet with a cross hung around it which you found a little weird. Nevertheless, you could confirm that it was in fact made out of iron.

„Yup. That’s good.“, you said and removed the candle and the necklace and put them on the altar. „The other one should be made out of iron, too.“

You had spotted another candle holder under a whole lot of cobwebs. Jake took it and looked at you in question.

„So, what’s the thing with iron?“, he wanted to know.

„It repels spirits. If the ghost comes back again you can fight him off with it.“, you explained.

Just like your words were a signal the candles suddenly started to flicker.

„Oh no, he’s coming!“, Michael exclaimed and he and the other kids hid behind you and Jake.

With one hand on your wound and the other around the candle holder, you looked around carefully. In the next moment, all hell broke loose. Tate appeared and when he saw the candle holders, all the furnishings flew across the room.

„Where is it?!“, he roared while all the teenagers were screaming in horror.

When his eyes met yours he lifted you into the air and you lost your grip on the candle holder. It fell down as you cried out in pain.

„Where is it?! Where’s my necklace?“, he screamed and that’s when the realization kicked in.

The amulet was the object that still bound him to this house. You had put it on the altar, but now that the whole room was in chaos, you had lost sight of it.

„Where is it?!“, Tate asked again and you could feel the air slowly being cut off from you.

„I-I don’t know.“, you croaked and tried to pull away the invisible force from your neck.

Struggling you kicked around with your feet, feeling your wounds tear open again and blood running down your body.

„You do.“, Tate came closer. „Tell me!“

It was like you could feel his breath on your skin and it horrified you. Something like this shouldn’t happen with a ghost. He should be dead, not breathing.

„TELL ME!“, he shouted, then he opened his mouth and your whole body started to tingle.

Michael was right. It felt like he was sucking your soul out of you.

„D-Do something!“, you begged with your last bit of energy and looked to Jake who just stood there frozen.

His gaze met yours and thankfully it was like you had flipped a switch. The black-haired boy ran to Tate and swung his candle holder through him.

Suddenly the force was gone and you hit the ground hard while an agonizing scream ripped from your throat.

~~~

A loud scream echoed through the house and Deans's eyes widened.

„Y/N.“, he whispered.

The green-eyed hunter knew your scream way too well for his own good and it shook him through his core.

„Shit!“, Sam cursed and let the sledgehammer sink.

He took a quick look at the map to see where the door had been located. Luckily he stood right in front of it and so he swung the hammer forcefully against the bricks. Stone crumbled and the screaming from the inside of the room got louder.

All of a sudden Dean ran to his side, gun ready, and pulled the trigger. Sam turned his head and realized, that Tate was standing in the hallway. He looked furious.

„Go on, Sam! I’ll handle this!“, Dean shouted, so the taller brother went to work again.

Next, the blonde hunter got closer to the ghost.

„You fucking bastard.“, he growled. „What’s wrong with you? Those people did nothing to you! Why are you hurting them?“

He had the shotgun still aimed at Tate and wouldn’t hesitate to shoot if needed.

„He did nothing to help me. Will’s father watched him drench me in gasoline before he put me on fire!“, the spirit shouted.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

„Why would he do that? Wasn’t William the one who was into those rituals?“, he asked.

Tate snorted.

„Well, that didn’t stop Jonathan from hating me. He hated, that his little girl loved me more than him, so they got together to kill me.“, he clenched his fists. „What they didn’t expect was that they would pay with their own death. When I died, I immediately came back as a spirit and I just freaked out and the fire got out of control. My Eleanor lost her life too and I just can’t forgive them for it.“

Dean sighed, then he shook his head.

„Still those people aren’t William or Jonathan!“, he said.

„But they mocked my death.“, Tate got closer to him. „They visited this place for fun, not to mourn over me. To them, this place was just a joke, a place for a dare, because someone died in a ritual and they thought that William was still haunting the house. Well…actually I am, so with their first step into it, they made their own grave…and granted me even more power. Maybe I‘ll be able to even defeat death itself…maybe I can bring back my Eleanor and be happy again.“

And after those words, Dean pulled the trigger. All alarm bells were ringing now. This ghost wasn’t just a simple salt and burn, no, he was really dangerous.

The rock salt bullet hit Tate, but nothing happened. Deans's eyes widened.

„It’s working.“, the man in front of him grinned. „ I think what little energy your little girlfriend had left finally made me strong enough.“

With a flick of his hand, Dean crashed into Sam, who had managed to punch a big hole into the wall.

~~~

Your ears were ringing and everything just felt like it was far away.

„Y/N!“, you heard Jake yell dully.

He shook you and you blinked weakly.

„D-Dean…where’s…?“, you managed to mumble.

„The tall one punched a hole in the wall, but the ghost just got them! It’s looking really bad“, he said and you looked at him horrified.

You needed to get to them. Jake tried to help you up, but you screamed in pain. It just felt like your body was on fire.

„Sorry.“, the boy looked around in panic. „What should we do?“

„The necklace.“, you croaked.

It was the only solution you had now.

„Necklace? The one that was hung around the candle holder?“, the black-haired boy stood up.

Nodding you tried to sit up, but it literally felt like you were fighting for your life. Wincing you managed to crawl to the wall that was next to you and leaned against it. During that Jake had told the other teenagers to help search for the amulet.

Breathing weakly, you watched them and a single tear ran down your cheek. You felt useless and were worried sick about Sam and Dean. Especially Dean. On the verge of death, you just wished, that you had told him how you felt about him. Now he might never know.

Almost as if to add more salt to the wound, you could hear Sam and Dean yelling as they fought with the ghost. You knew there was real urgency now for the necklace to be found.

And just then Michael shouted: „I got the necklace!“

Relief spread through your body, but in the next second you were incredibly scared. Tate suddenly appeared and went for Michael who looked at him in horror.

„Fuck!“, you cursed.

A new wave of energy waved through you and you knew that it might be your last, but you didn’t care for now. Now you just wanted everyone to be safe. Even if it might not include you.

Your eyes scanned the room for the candle holder and when you found it, you supported yourself on the wall and stood up. Even though your legs felt like they were made out of jelly you managed to grab the iron object and then you just ran to Tate and stabbed the candle holder into his back. Shockingly, he just didn’t disappear. He screamed in pain and turned to you.

„You bitch!“

Now he lifted you into the air again, strangling you.

Just then Sam and Dean stormed into the room.

„Y/N!“, you heard the green hunter yell. „Let her go!“

The last part already sounded dull, as the oxygen was cut off from you and you were slowly losing consciousness. You only noticed that Tate pushed Sam and Dean into the wall behind them.

„The necklace!“, Michael suddenly shouted. „She told us to look for it!“

From the corner of your eye, you could see him holding up the amulet. Sam immediately knew what had to be done.

„Burn it!“ he yelled and you could just barely hear it.

Your time ran out and you didn’t know anymore if you would make it out alive. Everything slowly started to fade away and just when you thought, that this would be the end for you, you felt your body fall down and heard Tate screaming.

Even though your body hurt like hell all over you didn’t make a sound. You just felt too weak and numb for it.

Dean was right with you as Tate burned to his final death and called your name again and again.

„Come on, sweetheart.“, he said. „You need to keep your eyes open.“

As you looked at him you only saw a blurred version of the man you loved. Still, you smiled.

„You‘re here.“, you whispered.

A tear escaped you and you weakly stretched out your hand for him.

„Don’t do this, Y/N.“, now Deans's voice sounded frightened, you could even feel him tremble. „Don’t die on me. Not today.“

Breathing slowly you laid your hand on his cheek.

„It’s okay.“, you croaked. „You’re safe…you’ll be alright.“

„No.“, Dean shook his head as his voice cracked and he started to cry. „I won’t. Stay with me.“

Your hand slowly sank.

„I need you.“

The darkness gently encased you.

„You can’t go. Not when I haven’t told you how much y-“

~~~

A monotonous beeping echoed through your ears and you grimaced. Everything hurt, but it wasn't as bad as before, didn't feel like hell anymore. You blinked dazedly and finally, you could see that you were lying in a hospital bed. Slowly you sat up as your gaze wandered through the room and eventually, you noticed Dean.

He was sleeping in a chair right next to you. Even though sleep was meant to be something gentle and relaxing, his eyebrows were furrowed and his whole body was tense.

You gulped as all the memories from the last hunt came back to you and you wondered how you were still alive. So much blood had streamed out of your wounds and you could remember how you had felt weaker and weaker, how your vision had gotten darker and how, in the end, you had only felt numb.

Sighing you ran your fingers through your hair, then you gently laid your hand on Deans's shoulder and softly said his name. When he didn’t wake up, you repeated yourself a little louder and finally, you heard him groan as he stirred.

His eyes fluttered open and when he saw that you were awake he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Shyly you smiled and the next second he was hugging you.

„I thought, I lost you.“, he whispered and leaned a little back to look at you. „Don’t you ever do that again.“

„Wasn’t like I volunteered to nearly get killed.“, you chuckled, but he still looked at you sternly.

„I mean it, Y/N.“, Dean said. „You really need to promise me that you’ll tell me when you’re hurt. And that you won’t ever let me think that you just died in my arms again. The ambulance told me, that they had to reanimate you three times!“

In shock, you just sat in your bed and gulped.

„Alright.“, you finally nodded. „I promise.“

Dean cocked an eyebrow to make sure you meant it.

„I‘m serious.“, you said and with that, he pulled you into his arms again.

„I just can’t lose you.“, you nearly couldn’t understand his words because his voice was barely a whisper.

„You won’t.“, you answered quietly and his face slowly met yours.

While his hand gently touched your cheek he swallowed.

„I…“, he struggled to say the words. „I need you, Y/N. You…you mean so much to me. And I don’t ever want to go through that another time.“

You stayed silent for a few seconds and let those words sink in, then you smiled.

„You mean a lot to me too, Dean.“, you told him. „It’s just…I didn’t want to worry you. I wanted to get the job done and make you believe in me again.“

Now the green-eyed hunter backed away a little and looked at you in confusion.

„Why would you think, that I didn’t believe in you?“, he asked.

You shrugged.

„Both you and Sam just treated me like…like I was weak, like I was a snowflake, in the last few weeks. I get that you care for me, but…I only wanted everything to be normal again.“, you sighed. „No more asking if I’m okay all the time, no more telling me, that you‘ll protect me.“

Dean looked at you for a while.

„I see.“, he nodded. „But…you know…I don’t worry about you because you’re hurt. Well, I mean, part of me does, of course, but…you’re constantly on my mind…because…“ He gulped. „Because I’m in love with you.“

He had laid his hand on your face again and watched your reaction nervously.

„Oh…“, you didn’t ever imagine hearing those words.

„It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know that I’m-“, he started to ramble.

„No!“, you panicked now. „I…I feel the same.“

Deans's eyes widened a little.

„You do?“

„Yes.“, you smiled sheepishly. „I‘ve had these feelings for a while now.“

He started to smile as well, then he gave you that indefinable look and his face moved closer to your own. His eyes kept glancing at your mouth and when you were only a few inches apart, he stopped.

„This okay?“, he whispered.

Instead of answering, you just closed the gap and placed your lips on his. Cautiously at first, then bolder as he reciprocated the kiss. You buried your fingers in his hair as he leaned closer to you and your whole body started to tingle.

Finally, breathing heavily, you broke apart and leaned forehead against forehead.

„I wish I had told you sooner.“, the green-eyed hunter murmured and suddenly the door opened.

Sam stepped in and you both looked at him a little shocked. Clearing his throat, Dean backed off.

„Uhm…did I interrupt something?“, the younger Winchester asked.

„Kind of.“, you chuckled.

„Well, fucking finally.“, he said and closed the door behind him.

„What do you mean?“, Dean frowned.

„The mutual pining was really obvious, you know.“, Sam smirked.

Both Dean and you looked at him flabbergasted.

„Why didn’t you tell us?“, you asked.

„I don’t know.“, he shrugged. „I thought, that you would figure it out sooner or later. And it seems like you did.“

You chuckled.

„Yeah. Yeah, we did.“, you looked at Dean and you just knew that everything was alright now.

#dean winchester x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean x you #salt and burn #dean winchester fic #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst

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𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊

𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI. Hate sex, exes to lovers, mean Dom! Rindou (at first ), lover boy Rinrin, reader is a bitch lol, manipulation, rough sex, slight angst, jealousy...

Summary : you were only supposed to use Rindou to get some informations you needed, but what if you fell in the lures of your own game ?

This is one of the shittiest, most rushed up things I wrote. It just came to my head in a whim and I needed to write it ( now you all know my impulses, I guess)

-" The fuck you're doin' here ?"

You didn't even flinched when Rindou's face materialized behind you through the mirror, you only restrained a smirk not to ruin the gloss you were applying in the restroom.

-" this is called lipgloss, Rin'. "

-" That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. " His voice was deeper than ever, invisible bullets of his dark glare lacerating your back. " And you better not call me that ".

When once upon a time his order would have made you submit, it only made your smile widen, you put your lipstick down and turned around, getting closer to your ex.

Rindou remained made of stone, despite hating his body's undead old reaction everytime you were close. That one single ectopic heartbeat almost made him want to push away your face that was only inches away from his, while you tiptoed to be on his level.

-" Oh yeah ?"

He didn't answered, only looking disdainfully at you through his lashes.

-" I remember you loved to have me screaming that name ".

A sarcastic laughter left his mouth, he shook his head from left to right.

-" Get over yourself already. And leave the fuck outta here. Unlike me, Mikey wouldn't mind putting a bullet though this " his fingers reached for your temple. " This pretty skull of yours. "

- " You see, Rin'... "

Rindou suppressed the urge to push away your palms that gently cupped his cheeks, your eyes on him were showering him under dozens of unsaid praises, he would allow himself one more second, one more second leaning in your touch.

-" You still care about me after all the shits I've done ".

-" Not wanting to see your brain splattered on the floor doesn't mean I care about you"

The invisible fog of offense behind your confident eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, yet it was chased awah rather fastly by a brighter smile.

-" I don't think your toy for the night would agree. She seemed like she would've crushed my skull anytime, well, if she could " you snorted, as soon as you mentioned her, Rindou's lips curled slightly before he pushed your hands away from him.

-" So all those stares you were sending back there " he gestured toward the event's room, outside the bathroom. " Were jealousy stares... "

Although having shared your life for months and months, he still could not tell if the sight of your sarcastic laughter were one to die for, or one that should make him pull the trigger on you.

-" Oh Rin', oh baby... She has nothing on me."

As Rindou Haitani has always been too good at reversing mirrors, he towered above you with a single step, coating you in his intimidating shadow. You chased away a shiver, closing your eyes when his lips brushed against your ears, hearts and chests almost melting on each other.

-" She has me. " You could practically feel the smile on his lips, and in the end you weren't wrong, all night long thinking he only kept that poor thing by his side to test your limits.

Your eyes fell on him in a daggers-shower, though footprints of a smile were left on your lips, challenges were burning in your gaze.

-" She might have you now, but I had you first. You can't erase this. "

-" yeah that's very mature of you ".

You despised the eccentric laughter to escape his mouth after that, Rindou went to walk away, until your hand reached his arm to stop him in his track. Rindou refused flatly to even let his eyes wander over you or your face, knowing damn too well they would get lost on that same old landscape. Instead, he just listened to the words you uttered.

-" I see you taking her everywhere we used to go, Rin'. You're using the poor girl as a rebound, pacify her and let her go, admit you still... have feelings for me. "

Your statement was met by a raised eyebrow from him.

-" Bold of you to think I didn't got over you yet." He simply answered, and though he was right, that you could never be so sure whether he forgot about you or not, you decided to walk on the thin line.

Your hand on his arm reached for his hand, almost intertwining your fingers together, his eyes fell on the gesture you used to do so often with an unreadable expression.

-" you can pretend all you want, but you can't stay away from me. "

Those purple eyes met yours halfway, making you gulp down once his hand squeezed your cheeks together, lifting your head slightly.

-" You chose to be a bitch. " He started, and watched you taking his cruel words with an everlasting stare, you deserved them. " You dated me to steal the contract from Koko, and you did. I've had my fair share of your body, guess we're through now, get over it. "

The painful pressure he was applying to your face left place to a cold nothing as he began walking away, leaving you crestfallen in that restroom, until he stopped,his back facing you.

-" Your boss's prolly proud 'f ya, I don't expect you to regret your decision. So don't expect me to care. "

To be honest, dating Rindou Haitani was supposed to be an easy cross on your to do list. Your boss needed a snitch inside the Bonten to win some business contract, and he had your pretty face as an ace up his sleeve.

The plan worked like a charm. Whilst Rindou Haitani was falling under your charm. And although they told you he was not one to let his guards down, something about you, about how you always seemed so out of reach even in between his arms had him lingering longer than he ever did in your bed.

Your ego was a fog blinding you, and soon ended up suffocating you. Yes, you earned that deal, and choked on your own self esteem.

And you hit the wall too late, the minute that fog of an ego dissipated after seeing that other woman in Rindou's arms tonight at the dinner.

You've been hearing he moved on, but refused to believe...

Unfortunately, you were not one to take a loss, and he should've known it by then...

And fate often played your game too much for your own good, maybe that was the reason why you believed everything's easier when it comes to you.

Maybe that was what got you in Rindou's apartment, later that night, staring from the floor to ceiling windows at the man you loved, parking his fancy car and getting out. Alone.

Another smile painted your lips, a true one this time.

You knew you'd haunt the corners in his head, longer for anyone to even share his bed.

As soon as he opened his door, Rindou flashed his gun in a striking speed. His sharp senses immediately detected a presence, then he just cursed under his breath recognizing you.

-" Okay first of all, fuck you" he blew out some air, throwing his gun on the couch and closing the door behind him. " And secondly, you're one kind of a psychopath, how did you get in ?"

He would've waited for you to go on insulting him too, but surely not to throw the spare keys he gave you on the couch and to get closer to him, an unreadable expression on your face.

-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. "

There was something about the moonlight, it seemed. That night, he was seeing you under a whole new light, new insecurities and ghosts haunting those features he had, he confesses, loved so much.

-" She has plans for tomorrow, early in the morning".

Lie. But Rindou would rather ache the lack of a heart in his chest all his life, than ever admit that his beating piece of muscle and blood was hidden somewhere between your lies and your truths.

Yet it was you. You riding your whirlwind of emotions, you and your insidious seeds trailing forests of fresh air in his stone cold heart. It was you skating on melting ice, lighting matches.

It was you getting even closer to him, until you had to raise your head to lock eyes with him.

-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. " You whispered this time, in a quivering voice.

And for the first time, behind those thorns you put between you and the world, he saw the roses. The red, fragile, bloody roses to your sharp edges and thorns.

To say his heart wasn't beating faster would be a greater lie, there was so much emotions painting your face that he could spend days writing them down, yet he tried remaining of stone.

-" if you say so. Now leave. "

Yet another stab to your heart again, from his careless tongue and you knew, some more and you were long gone.

Choking on your own thoughts, you closed your eyes and released those restrained words faster than you would've expected them to.

-" I do regret. "

And when you expected it the least, a touch floated against your lashes, forcing you to open your eyes and meet the lavender ones of your ex, his hands cupping your cheeks. He wanted you to say it on his face.

-" it's my fault, I'm the one who ruined us. And i did it so many times for business, but I swear to you, Rin' I promise it's the first time I'm regretting-"

-" Shut the fuck up. " He commanded,releasing your face, tone starting to get rougher.

Heart starting to get softer.

Wasn't it crazy? After getting soaked in all types of bloods, after taking all sizes of bullets, seeing his guards faltering again from some words out of a pretty mouth ?

-" No I won't ! " The way your voice rose earned you an intimidating look from him, making you gulp down. " If I could do it all over-"

-" You're just making sure I'm not getting over you, 'cause you're jealous. "

-" I'm not. " It was your turn to grow on the defensive, and it was his turn to stop you from running away a hand on your lower back to keep you close.

-" cause you're a mess."

-" Rin, stop. " You warned, but a smirk was growing on his face, seeing the scars of his words behind your eyes.

-" Cause you're none but a fucked up, sad bitch with too little self esteem to think someone could ever stay long with you. So you leave first-"

-" Shut the fuck up !"

And in a second, the roles were reversed again, and Rindou successfully got under your skin, you were sure he knew, by the way you were panting and he was grinning.

That hand on your lower back began going down, whilst his other hand found the back of your neck to have his fleshy lips brushing against yours with each whispered word, forehead resting on yours.

-" So you're right, love. She has nothing on you. That might just be why I want her. Unlike you, she never left my side. "

And just as suddenly, your words found your mouth again, your eyes found his again.

-" But I never left your head. "

-" No. "

Because deep there, he could not deny your fever, hide your infecting presence everywhere inside him.

-" No, you never did. " He admitted in a breath, knee brushing between your legs, stealing a shaky breath from you.

And just like the first falling leafs after a hot summer, just as Insidiously, what started as a heated argument ended up with a battle of desires, your two bodies gravitating toward each other without never colliding.

-" That's gonna be different " his husky voice warned, Rindou was caught in a haze, split in two between his resolve and your scent dominating his senses.

-" I'm not gonna go any softer on ya " he added, rubbing his knee right between your thighs against your underwear, your bit your lips and your arms instantly found the back of his neck.

-" I don't care, Rin'. Whatever you'll give, I deserve. Don't be gentle, bruises can heal. "

See, holding into you was the burning coal in Rindou's hands, letting go surely could heal the burn, and he tells himself everytime he would let go.

This time, he would let go.

-" I fuckin' hate you. " Tasting Rindou's lips again felt like coming out for fresh air.

Next time, he would let go. Maybe.

And he didn't lied, when he said he wouldn't be any softer. Just his lips against yours were a pace you struggled to keep, his hands soon lifted your thighs to have you pressed against the wall, not even bothering to take off your dress and ripping the fabric instead.

-" I loved this dress" you whispered against his lips, out of breath, before he held your throat firmly and shushed you by sweet rolls of his thumb on your now unclothed cunt.

-" You prolly only bought it so I could take it off, shut it down now. "

-" You don't get to- Uh god !"

He stole the words from you, inserting a finger roughly between your tight walls and grunting as they clothed him in.

-" So damn wet " he brought his fingers to his mouth, bored eyes on yours before releasing them with a lourd pop. " Likes being treated like a whore, dontcha ?"

-" Fuck you. " You hardly uttered, his fingers back to scissoring inside you, yet your words had him frowning, stopping any of his movements, a glare on his face that, honestly had you scared.

-" Now repeat that for me, would ya, baby ?"

And although you shouldn't, you really shouldn't...

-" Fuck you, Rindou Haitani. "

Again, it was just you, lighting matches, walking on thin lines.

It was just you, bent over the table, crying out loud while Rindou's fat cock was bullying your cervix with each thrust, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip.

-" Pussy so tight, why'd you have to always ruin it with your mouth, hm ?"

-" Slow... Slow down, shit, Rin "you struggled, flesh burning each time the table rubbed against you abdomen with his length buried deep inside you. Rindou pulled your hair back, drawing whimpers out of you and making you face him.

Those teary bright eyes, those pouty lips made his cock throb, made his heart beat.

-" Shhh, I know you can take it. I know my bitch can take me. Now shut up b'fore I gag those cute lips of yours. "

Too fastly, you were losing count of seconds, and count of times you came around his length, yet he didn't came once. Rindou seemed fueled by an unextinguishable fire, and he was.

He was fueled by months of stolen heart beats and sleepless nights thinking about you, while you were out there planning to take them down.

-"shit , been missin' this addictive pussy. " His hand cupped your cheek to force your eyes on his. "Eyes on me. Been looking for this pretty face everywhere. "

-" Rin, please... Can't take no fucking more " you sobbed, biting your hand overwhelmed by equal pain and pleasure.

Rindou leaned over, placing gentle kisses on your neck that ironically goes well with the animalistic pace of his hips against yours.

-" does that filthy-goddamn... Mouth of yours know nothing other than lies? Look how tight you're clenching 'round me, baby. You're getting my cock so wet."

With a hand on your chest, he pressed your back against his torso, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

-" things are about t'change, love. "

That out of breath, husky voice was filled by nothing but dark promises.

And to think he was gently kissing your neck, calling you baby, when he was giving all his guts into splitting you in half on his shaft.

-" got a bad girl and was treating her too good, now daddy's gotta make you his perfect lil doll, yeah ? Dick this pussy 'til you learn your lessons. "

Not like he would even let you think about working with that boss again. Didn't you came there by your own will, after all ? So sacrifices, he would make you go through, if you really wanted him.

-" it's alright, t's okay, you not gonna blame me for loving my baby just too much, are ya now ?"

Could it be his thrusts bringing you closer to yet another relentless high ? Or his words ? None of them, or both of them had you stupidly nodding your head.

And could it be your unusual obedience, or just you, your face looking at him, your heart beating under his hands, none, or both had him kissing you, fiercely, passionately, hatefully, forcefully until breathing you in, high on your love and drunk on the pain.

In the end, to fight the love is to feed it. Rindou gets it now, with your body laying limp on his strong arms. Wearing proudly those bruises he got from boxing your thoughts with no gloves, that exactly is how it felt like to resist a feeling.

-" Jus' be a good girl for me, and I give you my fucking word ain't never gonna see me with another bitch, yeah ?"

Unfortunately, some bruises just don't need bandaids.

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WORTH THE PAIN | tasm!peter parker

PART 4/5 OF WORTH: THE SERIES.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

SUMMARY: trusts are broken and tensions rise as everyone’s secrets start to reveal themselves.

WARNINGS: sexual assault, character death, manipulation, stalking, cursing, violence, and canon-typical injuries. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 17+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: please remember that this is fan fiction and so some characters here will not act exactly the same way as their original material. this is my own twist and take of those characters.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

"Peter, please calm down,” Charlene pleaded with worry evident in her tone.

To say that the apartment was a mess would be an understatement.

Peter spent the last 15 minutes frantically trying to find his missing phone while Charlene tried to calm him down. Carlos merely stared at the mess, completely frozen. It was the first time the couple had seen Peter like this. And him crawling around the place with his spider-like abilities made the situation more intense.

“Oh, for the love of Go–PETER!” she bellowed. Peter stopped for a moment, glancing at her before going back to making a mess. Charlene had enough; she knew Peter was not in his right state of mind, and panicking would not help them make any progress on the case. She slightly nudged Carlos for help, but her partner was glued to his place, still shocked by the sudden change in Peter’s behavior.

And to think that all it took was a name for Peter to behave like this.

“Peter, please,” she tried once again. “We can’t draw conclusions immediately. I know you’re really worried about her right now, but we have to be smart about all of this.”

Carlos seemed to be back on track. “She’s right. Come on, Parker. Let’s talk about what you know first, and then we’ll worry about your phone later, okay?”

Peter stopped all at once, drawing a long, shaky sigh. They were right. He had to calm down. He turned around, facing the couple, only to see them staring at what was once their living room. Confused, he followed their line of vision only to see the chaotic result of his trance earlier.

Every single cabinet door was open, with the stuff inside disorganized. The center table, its centerpiece, and the books Charlene kept under it were also not spared. And the couch… well… the pillows were out of their pillowcases, which were now on the floor along with the cushions. To keep things short, the room was not looking good.

“Shit–sorry,” he apologized, feeling embarrassed. How could he let himself act like that?

“We’ll fix it later,” Charlene reassured him. Peter looked at her like she had grown a second head. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled, a hint of sadness in her voice that did not go unnoticed by her husband. Carlos knew damn well why Charlene was so kind and understanding to Peter, and it made him feel a little sad for his wife. “So, what do you know?” she asked Peter.

“Y/N works at a marketing company, and she once mentioned her HR manager was named ‘Mitch.’ If I’m correct, Mitch is Mitchell Gargan, who just happens to work at Greta Marketing Co.”

“That makes sense. But again, he’s innocent until proven guilty. We need proof that it’s really him. Besides, there’s also his twin… Mac Gargan. MG could be him,” Carlos added.

“Where’s Mitch now?” Charlene asked.

“I don’t know,” Peter’s shoulders slumped. He was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t much help to them. He desperately wanted to help more, but even his knowledge was limited. And because the case was extremely personal to him, he wasn’t exactly the best person to lead the team. He was left with one last option now: to let Charlene and Carlos lead the entire thing.

“Then let’s start with who we know. Mac Gargan. You said he was hired by Jonah Jameson, right?” Carlos asked.

He nodded. “A private investigator hired to inspect me. But I have no idea where he is now.”

“That may be true,” Charlene started to think of another way, “but we know where Jameson is.”

“There we go. A starting point,” Carlos agreed. “Let’s start planning.”

DAYS LATER.

“I still have no idea how we got past the guards so fast,” Carlos mumbled. The three were walking down the hallways inside the Daily Bugle building.

“We’re in New York. People don’t really care about you as long as you look decent. Plus, the fake IDs helped a lot, too,” Charlene retorted. The married pair wore security guard outfits, their fake IDs stapled on the chest pockets.

“Remember the plan,” Peter reminded them. He was wearing his usual outfit with glasses and his camera. He didn’t need to wear a disguise. He had worked here before as a photographer, and some people still recognized him enough to let him in. He brought a fake ID, too—an edited and updated one to make it seem that the company decided to hire him again.

The plan was simple. Carlos would look out from the first floor, round the halls, and check the people who got in and out from the entrance. They had memorized Mac’s face before leaving the apartment, and Carlos was in charge of checking if that particular face entered or left the building. Charlene would accompany Peter to the 7th floor, but she would stay outside Jameson’s office, looking out for whoever or whatever hindered their plan. Lastly, Peter would enter Jameson’s office, ask him where Mac Gargan was, and leave once it was answered. He hoped there would not be a need for interrogation or threats but only a simple answer to their simple question.

However, Peter and the word ‘simple’ never had a good relationship. Jameson did not care that Peter was in the room. In fact, he mindlessly believed Peter’s story and didn’t even get suspicious that the company decided to hire him back. But as soon as Peter asked the question, Jameson was quick to reach towards the telephone and call security, only for Peter to grab it first and cut the wires with the scissors he found atop his desk.

“Do you know where Mac Gargan is?” he repeated.

Silence.

Jameson suddenly stood up and decided to run out of his office, yelling for security to get Peter out of the building. Unfortunately for him, Charlene was waiting on the other side and caught him before he could even get past the door. She pushed the man back inside the room; this time, she stayed inside the room and decided to join Peter in handling him.

Once Jameson knew that he had no chance against the tough woman, he stopped resisting and faced Peter—only to see that it was now the Spider-Man in front of him. Unbeknownst to them, when Charlene was struggling to get Jameson back inside the room, Peter took the opportunity to put the Spider-Man suit on. If being Peter was not intimidating enough for him to answer, then he was sure that being Spider-Man would do just the job. He wasn’t scared that Jameson knew his identity now because the information he had on Jameson relating to Scorpion would threaten him enough not to speak about his real identity to the media.

“You’re Spider-Ma—” Jameson could not believe that the answer to the mystery he had been trying to solve for years was right in front of him. It made sense to him now. The reason Peter had so many interesting shots of Spider-Man was because they were one.

“Look, I’m not gonna repeat this again,” Peter started slowly, “where the fuck is Mac Gargan?”

Jameson was scrambling through his mind on ideas how to escape the man in front of him. It was evident that he was feeling uneasy. It seemed that the mere thought of Spider-Man knowing that he had something to do with Scorpion was intimidating him.

“I have no idea who Mac Gargan is,” he tried to play dumb, but Peter had enough of his bullshit.

“C’mon, man,” he scoffed. “We all know that’s bullshit. Remember when you hired him to investigate me before?”

Silence.

“Alright. Let’s change the question, then. Where the fuck is Scorpion?” he was staring daggers at the man. If looks could kill, Jameson would already be buried 6 feet underground right at the moment.

“What do you want?”

“For you to let us know where Scorpion is. It’s really that simple.”

“I don’t know,” he stepped backwards as soon as he saw Peter grabbing the scissors again.

“You don’t know?” Peter mocked him, walking towards him at a slow but threatening pace. “Really?”

Carlos, on the other hand, realized that he was not making progress just walking down the halls and looking at people’s faces. He decided to go against the plan and went straight to the room where they monitored the cameras in and out of the building. Thank God that he did though, because as soon as he entered the room, he saw a glimpse of his wife and Peter in his suit at Jameson’s room interrogating the man. He had to do something and act on this fast, but the problem was two guards were monitoring the cameras. Thankfully, one was sleeping, and the other was distracted by playing Candy Crush on his cell phone. It wasn’t hard for him to convince them to leave the room.

“Hey, man! Why don’t you all rest for a bit? I think I saw a couch there outside. I’ll go watch over these,” Carlos suggested happily.

“Are you sure? Wait—I haven’t seen you before,” one guard stopped in his tracks.

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself,” he replied. “I’m new here, sorry–I just noticed you getting bored and your friend here sleeping and thought you might want some rest, you know? I’m Carl, by the way,” he smiled.

“Well, Carl,” the guard tapped his shoulder, “we’ll accept that offer. I’m Chip,” Chip nudged his friend to wake him up, “Dale, let’s go.”

Carlos smiled while the two left the room, muttering ‘thanks’ on their way out. As soon as they left, he wasted no time and manipulated the footage. This was all he could do for now, deleting and manipulating all footage of the three of them being suspicious. He prayed Peter and his wife would be done the moment Chip and Dale returned.

Jameson still managed to stand his ground despite being terrified of him, but Peter knew he would soon break. “So?” he taunted, playing with the scissors by spinning them around his finger.

They soon played a staring game that neither wanted to lose. That was until Peter threw the scissors just inches above his head, and Jameson finally broke. “Wa-wait! Fine! Mac is in my basement. He’s staying at my house. I-in the b-basement,” Jameson had his two hands up in surrender.

“I have a feeling that’s not the only thing you know,” Peter pushed. Jameson stared at him—almost begging. But Peter had no intentions of backing down. He flicked his hands, webbing the door handle and the windows shut. If it wasn’t clear to Jonah before that there won’t be any chance of escaping the circumstance, it was clear as air to him now. “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you everything when w-we get t-there,” he bargained.

“Lead the way,” said Charlene as she cleaned up the webs Peter had so graciously put on almost everything. Meanwhile, Peter took the opportunity to put away the suit and dress as an employee yet again. On the other hand, Carlos was still monitoring the cameras, observing their every move. As soon as he saw the three exit the building, he made sure to corrupt the footage before leaving and following the other three.

Jameson was a fucking maniac. He had to be—because no sane person would keep a lab underneath their house. Oh, and to make things even worse, a large glass cylinder cell stood in the middle—and alas, Scorpion was inside it.

Peter observed the passed-out entity before immediately turning to Jameson. “Explain. Now,” he demanded.

“MacDonald Gargan,” Jameson pointed at Scorpion. “When he failed to find out how you obtained those Spider-Man pictures years ago, I decided to hire him as a subject of an experiment. I wasn’t alone. With the help of Dr. Farley Stillwell, the goal was to give him the beneficial traits of a certain animal—a scorpion. We were aiming to create someone powerful enough to be capable of defeating Spider-Man. Defeating you.

“But the mutagenic treatment was too much for him; it began to affect his mind. The entire process was barely tested. We should’ve known it would happen.”

“How long ago was this experiment?” asked Charlene.

“3 years ago. Right after he failed to do the initial job we hired him for.”

“If this was years ago, why is he only attacking now?”

“Stillwell and I spent the majority of time developing the mutagenic treatment. We had no means to test it, so we just went with our guts to continue developing and developing until we thought it was perfectly done. And then, not until weeks ago, I remembered this guy right here,” he glanced at Mac. “I remembered this man and how eager he was to prove himself to anyone. So I decided to call him up and hire him for a new job. And because he had failed me before, he was so eager to prove himself to me and accepted instantly.

“For a while, everything was going well. We believed it worked. And it did work—only it made him insane. Stillwell and I tried to contain him, but we failed. The next thing we knew, he was on the news attacking a neighborhood. So Stillwell and I created this cell—one that’s strong enough to contain him—and with the help of some trusted friends, we were able to lure him inside. But we lost people in the process.”

“You mentioned ‘trusted friends’, who are they?” Carlos asked. Jameson was skeptical to answer. These ‘trusted friends’ were highly important and powerful people who could kill him at any moment if he decided to reveal their identity. But at the same time, he knew that these three people were no different. They may not come in many numbers, but he knew that Spider-Man and his two friends could also kill him. He had no other choice.

He sighed exasperatedly. “They’re really powerful people. Some people are from the government, the military, the media, the news, and the police. It’s a secret group that wants to kill Spider-Man. They cover up the mess that Stillwell and I make.”

Carlos and Charlene eyed each other. If what Jameson said was true, some of their colleagues at the station were a part of this secret group too.

“You haven’t talked about his suit. Can we remove it? Maybe make him weaker by removing it?” Peter asked this time.

“No,” Jameson shook his head. “He’s stuck in the suit. You can’t remove it, he can’t remove it, we can’t remove it. Mac and his suit are permanently bonded.”

“How long has he been contained here?”

“He’s been in here since his first attack.”

Now, everyone was confused.

“If he's been here since the first attack, and the first attack was back in the neighborhood, then who did I fight on that street?” asked Peter.

“Why can’t the city cameras see him? He always disappears,” asked Carlos.

“What happened to Dr. Stillwell? Where is he now?” asked Charlene.

“Dead,” a hoarse voice spoke from the cell. In an instant, Carlos and Charlene’s guns were raised and pointed at him. “Stillwell is dead. I killed him when they contained me here,” Mac smirked.

Peter, being the one who fought Scorpion on that street, was the only one in the room who realized that his voice was different from the Scorpion he had fought before.

Mitch was starting to make you uncomfortable.

When you started your day and decided it was time to visit the Greta Marketing Co. building in the country, he started to ramble and admitted that work would not begin until next week.

You were not aware of that.

He then went on to say that the reason he had you leave New York a week early was to get you used to the country and the new environment. He even showed you a list of activities to do for a week with him before starting work next week.

That alone was already suspicious. But you still gave him a chance. Maybe he meant well, you thought.

Only he didn’t. Little did you know, everything would turn even worse. And spending a couple of days more with him would prove it.

Mitch has changed. He was not the same person you knew. Or maybe you never knew him all along.

It started with weird glances.

The plan was to take a week-long tour to see the famous tourist spots in the country. You must admit, it was pretty exciting. There was so much fun in discovering cultures and getting enlightened by their traditions. Mitch glanced at you every once in a while, but you let it go. You thought that he was just checking up on you.

Which turned to staring.

He was definitely not just checking up on you. You realized that when you noticed it took him at least 4 minutes to get his eyes away from you. You knew because you felt it every time. He was also eyeing you up and down and checking you out.

Which then turned to forcing you into holding hands with him.

He would try to hold your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. Of course, every time, you would reject it, but that never stopped him as he still kept on trying it every moment you two were in a room—which was every fucking moment because he simply would not leave you alone.

And now, stalking.

You were able to convince him to take the third day off by yourself. At first, he was hesitant to let you wander off alone, but you eventually got him to let you go. You went to the Greta Marketing building once and for all, to ask some questions about your new position and inquire about the adjustments you need to make to get settled. However, along the way, you started to sense that someone was following you. When you turned around, you were able to get a glimpse of someone with a white shirt and khaki pants behind a utility pole texting or pretending to text someone on their phone. You decided to let it go for a while; you didn’t want to immediately point fingers. What if that man was just a normal guy going to work and stopping to rest on a pole to text his family or friend? Besides, he was gone after you crossed a road.

You were fucking pissed when you left the building—you couldn’t believe what you just discovered. Suddenly, you found Mitch running towards you as soon as you stepped out of the exit. He was breathing heavily but you couldn’t care less. “What happened to you?” you asked.

“I just ran,” he answered.

“Why?”

“I-uh–well-uh, it’s not important,” he shook his head. “Did you go in there? Who did you speak to? What did they tell you?”

You debated on whether to tell him the truth or lie. You decided to lie, just as he did to you.

He lied. He fucking lied. That’s why you were pissed the moment you left the building. There was a branch of Greta Marketing in Japan—that part was true—but they did not need you. You were made aware of that the moment you went there and asked for your position.

“I just spoke with the receptionist. The person I was hoping to talk to wasn’t there, so I didn’t get to know anything,” you lied. Mitch let out a breath of relief he tried to hide with a yawn. He thought you didn’t notice, but you certainly did.

And that wasn’t the only thing you noticed. You observed his outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with khaki pants.

“Let’s go back to our apartment?” he offered his hand.

You were disgusted, but you hid it with a smile. You had a plan. “Sure.”

You immediately went straight to the bathroom after entering your apartment. He joked about how you were so desperate for a pee, and you faked a laugh, saying it was because you were holding it in for quite some time.

You didn’t pee. What you actually did was open your phone and try to book the soonest flight back to New York. You were hoping there was a flight today so you could leave as early as possible, but luck was unfortunately not on your side as you discovered that the last flight from New York to Japan and vice versa was actually yesterday. So you instead booked the next one. It was tomorrow. You flushed the toilet before leaving the bathroom.

And the waiting game began—only one more day.

“Do you know someone named Mitchell Gargan?” asked Peter.

Mac Gargan chuckled hoarsely. “My twin brother.”

“What do you know about him?”

“Everything.”

“Go ahead then,” Peter dared.

“Mitch and I used to be inseparable. We played the same games as children, watched the same cartoons, went to the same school and stuff, even fell in love with the same girl once—you know, the usual twin things. We were partners in crime. We protected each other, we cared for each other, and we lifted each other up. But everything changed when our mother died, and we were left to live with our father. We were still in school at that time, Mitch wanted to be a scientist and I wanted to be a detective or an investigator.

“We were always at the top of the class but he has always been the smarter one. That’s why he always excelled in his subjects. He was forced to stop it, though, because our father wasn’t very into the idea of science. He didn’t believe in any of the science shit and did not want to support Mitch in his dream of becoming a scientist, so he didn’t have any choice but to pursue a business-related course. He started changing after that. He rarely talked to me and started being reclusive. He always preferred to be alone and would only get out of his bedroom when it was time to eat. Our father didn’t care. He never fucking cared about our well-being.

“When our father died, Mitch started talking to me again, but he was not the same. I started my investigation and discovered that he had a made-up lab in a secluded area where he was mixing chemicals and experimenting on animals. It turned out that he still continued living his scientist dreams despite not getting education for it. I let it slide. I thought that he was just doing that to compensate for the dream he would never accomplish.

“Everything got worse when we graduated. He was jealous and angry because I graduated my dream course and he didn’t. To be fair, it was understandable that he felt that way. His way of coping was downing countless bottles of alcohol. One time when he had been drinking too much, he let it slip that he fantasized about stalking women, trapping them, and doing things to them—the worst part was he imagined that they would eventually end up dead. From the way he spoke about assault and murder in such a calm way, I didn’t recognize my twin brother anymore.

“I planned on informing the authorities about his fantasy, but I had no proof that he said it, and he then threatened me when he found out that I knew. He had a knife in my throat, threatening me that if I ever told someone he would do much more than that. That was the moment when I outsmarted him. You see, I learned my lesson that night when he was drunk, so I always wore a hidden camera just to catch him the next time we would talk. And guess what? I recorded the entire conversation of him threatening me. He was sentenced to prison, and we never talked again.”

“Is he still in jail?” Peter asked. He thought that if this Mitch was still in prison, maybe the Mitch that was with you in Japan wasn’t the same as Mitchell Gargan. It was a possibility that even Peter himself found it hard to believe in.

“No,” Mac coldly admitted.

“And how are you sure?” Carlos interrogated.

“Because the son of a bitch once paid me a visit. I thought he was going to break me out of here but no. He wanted something else.”

Peter held his hand up, causing everyone in the room to look at him. By this moment, Peter immediately knew the next words Mac would say, so he needed to act fast. He pulled Charlene and Carlos into a corner, instructing them to leave the city and get to you as soon as possible. Once the couple had left, Peter turned back to the creature behind the glass.

“What did he want?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

“The formula.”

Mac then glanced at Jameson with a knowing look.

“He got it. And with his science background shit, I assume he was able to modify it to make him turn from human to Scorpion and from Scorpion to being human again.”

You should’ve known to run the moment he planned this entire trip and kept it a secret from you.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom, you knew you weren’t safe anymore. Your choices were limited, and time was running out fast.

Only a day had passed, but it was excruciatingly long because Mitch started to get touchy. He was adamant about invading your privacy to the point that it was hard to pack your bags without him noticing. And every time you asked for space, he would turn the tables figuratively and make it seem that you were being impolite and ungrateful for his efforts.

So now here you were, at your shared apartment, having that same argument over again. Only this time he actually apologized. Like sincerely apologized.

Or so you thought.

He stepped towards you, asking for a hug, which you did not want to give him at first, but he proposed a deal that if you gave him one last hug, he would be gone in your life forever. And for some reason, you agreed to do it.

Your mind has once again failed to stop your ever-kind heart as you proved to be a fool of his calculated offenses.

He was hugging you too tight, you couldn’t even breathe anymore. While his left arm was suffocating you in a hug, his other hand started to roam your body before it settled on your clothed ass and squeezed it. You froze entirely while his hand continued to feel your body until it stopped at your crotch, and he started rubbing it with his fingers.

You managed to push him away, and with all your might, you grabbed your bag under your bed and headed towards the door. You successfully passed the bedroom door, hoping to get to the main entrance as fast as possible, but you were stopped when a hand threw your whole body away from the door. You had never seen Mitch this angry and powerful before.

Mitch was not the type of person who worked out. He was lean, tall, and he wore glasses. His hair was always a ruffled mess, and he talked in such a slow and soft cadence.

You should’ve been wiser not to let yourself be deceived by appearances.

You stood up with shaking knees and a trembling body, hoping to get through the door, but you were interrupted once more when he caught your throat with his hand. You soon found yourself getting lifted up by the throat every passing second. Your eyes were closed as you tried kicking him and scratching his arm, but he was unbelievably strong. You opened your eyes to look at what was once your friend, but you were met with the sight of him turning into the monster you saw on television.

You gathered every last bit of strength you had as you screamed as loud as you could, forcing him to release his hold of you and cover his ears.

And you did the only thing you’ve known to do for years—whether from your problems, from threats, or from love…

You ran.

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Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG

Summary: Yoongi and Minnie have been friends for quite some time now, almost... 15 years? 15 years since they ran into each other in that music classroom by an unlucky (or not) mistake. They've grown close, but both of them have strong characters and insecurities that will have to be put aside when Minnie falls into her own lie, risking her job in the process. They have 3 days to feel comfortable and make everyone believe their role as the young engaged couple or she is fucked :[

Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance

Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other

Word count: so far, almost 25k but still unfinished

Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW

Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // ...

A/N: hi there! this one it's my first story to be uploaded, a way for me to de-stress from uni exams. I'm not a native English speaker, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes :/

As Yoongi said, you have to put your work out there to learn about it, so... feel free to give some feedback (as positive as you can, please). The story is halfway done, but as I have to proofread most of it and apply the holy Grammarly, uploading will have a normal pace

I'm not fully confident of my writing abilities or English use, but it is what it is, I guess

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CHAPTER 1: Surprises and planning

Word count: 7'1K

-Sup, loser.

-Hi

I roll my eyes while I flop into the sofa.

-I mean... I'm not asking for big parties but, you know, a little more enthusiasm when seeing your bestie wouldn’t hurt. Don’t you think?

The only answer I get is a loud exhale of air.

-Someone is susceptible today…

Min Yoongi.

We’ve been friends for maybe… 15 years? And what a ride.

We first met in high school, at the sweet age of 12/13. With all the hormonal stuff and changes going around… such a happy stage of life to remember, yikes.

We didn't have anything in common; he was an artistic soul while I considered, or I would like to consider myself, as a science girl. But little me saw too many talent shows with great singers and decided to give it a shot.

-Hi! It’s here where the choir practices?

-Yeah, here is where all the magic happens -I would’ve never expected such an ironic answer from such a cute-looking girl- Are you new or lost on your way to another place?

-New or that’s what I intend to be. I signed the paper in the hall and someone emailed me the instructions. Told me to come to Mrs Lars's classroom.

-Oh, then you are in the right place. She is in the storage room looking for the materials we’ll be needing today.

-Okay class -a sweet voice fills the room interrupting our conversation- please take a seat.

I signal the seat next to the girl asking nonverbally if it’s taken, and she answers that it's not occupied.

-So… today we have lots of new faces. Instead of having personal interviews with each of you, I thought that maybe it would be better and easier to have you join us for today’s lesson. That way you’ll see how we work, a light version of course. After I dismiss the class, as I told you in the email, please stay a little longer and perform a song of your liking. Any questions?

A boy asks if they have to stay at the auditions if they aren't new.

-If you want to, you can stay but if you prefer to leave, that's okay too. That reminds me: for the ones that aren’t new, welcome back; I'm happy to see you again. To y'all my pupils, I wish for a good and healthy year. Any other doubts?

Silence is the answer.

-Then, we’ll start.

The 60 minutes pass fast. The teacher is really fun and makes all the music technicalities more approachable to everyone in the room. We play some games to get to know each other's names while learning a little bit about music structure.

-Well done. That’s all for today. See you next day.

A lot of students start picking up their books and bags, and I bid goodbye to Nelly, the one with a loving face and a smart mouth. She is… interesting to say the least, but also nicer than expected.

And friendly enough to ask my dubitative ass to exchange numbers…

Now, the moment of truth: the audition. Not gonna lie, nobody here will be the next Céline Dion but they are okay. That makes me even more nervous, and it shows when my turn comes. Luckily (ironically) I'm the last one. My voice is shaky and even if I am doing terribly, they all keep a smile on their face, which I thank deeply.

Like everyone else, I don't receive any type of feedback from Mrs Lars. She just tells us the following.

-Thanks to any single one of you for showing interest in my subject. Everyone will be accepted in this class; the “audition” was just a formality to classify you in the range that fits you the best. Music is a language that unifies all humans, and even if most of them haven’t been gifted with an incredible voice or the ability to play an instrument, I won't deny the chance to learn it anyways. There’s always a role that fits you the best and I’m sure that while communication runs in both directions, we’ll have a good year. Today you saw how my class works; if you still want to join me and your classmates, the only thing needed is to send me an email by the end of the weekday to confirm it. I will reply with indications, information and advice to improve your natural talent and I want you to practise for a couple of weeks to get used to that routine and the work method. Then, you’ll be divided into groups with people who share your characteristics to work together with the things in common and have healthy feedback. Also, you can ask me when needed or use the music studios to train. I’m sure your parents will thank me -she laughs- Does that sound good?

-Yes Mrs Lars -we answer in unison.

-Ah, and also, if you don't think this is your thing and want to choose another activity, that’s okay. Not receiving the mail of confirmation I previously had talked about, will be understood as the desire to not continue. Feel free to do it if you want to; no hard feelings. This will take a lot of energy and free time, so… make sure that all the effort goes to something you like or you’ll end up despising me and music itself. Any questions or doubts?

As nobody speaks, she dismisses the class.

It took me a couple of days to decide whether I should join music or look for another option, but animated by my parents and the possibility of this helping me with my scenic fear, I choose to keep going with the idea.

Apparently, my vocal range is mezzo-soprano-contralto, which is why I have a difficult time in a higher register. Once I knew that, everything changed for me. Singing was easier and less damaging; just better. I wasn’t that good but for once I felt like my efforts were taking me somewhere.

I still needed a lot of practice, so I would usually spend some time during lunchtime (with the teacher’s permission) doing so in the rehearsal room. Unluckily, one day when I went to my usual spot, the class was already occupied by another person, so I met with my teacher to know what had happened.

-I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault. I have such a big cold that the headache is making my head pound and I can’t even think straight. Would it be inopportune if I reserve the room after class so you don’t have to skip today’s practice?

-That sounds good too.

-Okay, then I will write your name in the folder -she says reaching for it hung on the wall. She seems a little confused when looking at today’s schedule

-Isn’t it possible? -I ask her.

-Oh no, everything is fine. Seems like I’ve already written the reservation in your name earlier. Must’ve forgotten to tell you when I did that, I guess that just in case, to offer you a resolution to this problem.

-Then, I’m noted to the main classroom after class?

-Yeah, you are good to go.

-Thank you.

As told, I went to the said place and started my warming exercises. After some scales, I tried “Million Reasons” by Lady Gaga, struggling with the highness of the bridge. I was stuck with that part for some days by then, and my frustration was almost visible in the form of smoke outing my ears.

I was on my…¿20th try? When an unknown voice scared me when the song finished.

-Well… that was…interesting.

-Fucking hell, you scared me.

-Not more than you did to me with your vocals.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted.

Is a boy around my age and size. He wears rectangular glasses and a mostly black outfit, which contrasts with his pale skin perfectly. His eyes are quite small but ooze tons of coldness. He impassively walks to the piano in the corner and starts to get things out of his backpack.

-Mmm… What are you doing?

His dark orbs peer at me with a pensive aura, but he dismisses those thoughts and gives me rolling eyes.

-Practising.

-Yeah, I could have guessed that.

-I am not the one asking the stupid questions here.

-What I meant -he interrupts me by playing some notes- As I was saying -he does it again.

I approach the instrument he is in and put down the keyboard cover, giving him enough time to retract his hands. Ups his sight and boy, is a furious one.

-Are you crazy? -he shouts- You could have harmed me!

-Chst, nobody with two functional cells doing synapsis would have that bad reflexes so please, stop crying, you little baby.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted -I deliver the sentence the same way he did to me, with a pompous smile on my face while I sit proudly in a nearby chair- Also, you deserve it. That’s what you get when trying to mess with me.

-Oh, was I disturbing you? Sorry, I didn't want to. I’m so distracted -what he says in a pitying tone doesn’t match the challenging look in his eyes and the smirk he isn’t even trying to hide.

-I can tell -I bark back the same way- Anyway, as I was saying before you decided to be a cretin, what are you doing here?

-Judging based on your singing skills maybe…you aren't aware that this is a music classroom? You know, where musicians do their thing -speaks ironically

-Of course I know where I am. My doubt is what are YOU doing here at this time. I made a reservation with Mrs Lars.

-Me too.

-That’s impossible.

-No, it’s not. Since I did. You must be wrong.

-No, you are -I fight a little offended.

He rolls his eyes.

-Okay. Let’s search the classroom schedule Mrs Lars keeps in her office and you’ll see your mistake -decides while clapping his hands together and getting up.

-You must mean YOUR mistake -I clarify while imitating his gestures.

I follow him to said office, where he signals to a folder hanging on the wall. He goes through it while searching for today’s schedule and once he finds it, aggressively puts his finger in the initials “M.Y”

-As I was saying, you are the one wrong -he says proudly.

-What? Those are my initials!

-No, they are not. They are M.Y. as in Min Yoongi.

-No, they are M.Y as Min Young Mi.

We look at each other kinda confused.

-I guess Mrs Lars must have committed a mistake while writing our names because of the similarities -he thinks out loud.

-You think so? -I reply as ironically as I can. He rolls his eyes.

That evening was the beginning of what we like to call “The Valerian War”. As stubborn as we were, any of us was willing to give in to the other. None offered to leave or neither changed the reservation for the evenings that followed, so we played mental resistance war, and it got so bad that we needed some valerian infusion to support the evils that we did to each other so that the other would surrender.

Some favourites were him cutting my microphone wires or playing a recording of my voice on the school’s radio for everyone to listen to. I gave back by making good use of a 2x3 glue thrift offer. I was almost sent to the other world when he had to walk back home with the piano’s bench cushion glued to his butt or with music sheets united to his hand.

Eventually, with little acts of kindness by both sides, we started to open up and help each other (he assisted me in musical stuff while I improved his anger management) and we reached the point where we were looking all day to that moment of the evening. It took almost a year and a lot of Nelly’s talks to finally admit that we enjoyed spending time together. Slowly but surely, we started meeting out of school till becoming besties. We had a lot more in common than we thought.

-Call me stupid but-

-Stupid -he interrupts me without hesitance.

-Min Yoongi, be careful with your words, I have your mom on quick dial.

-So childish that is almost sad.

-Would she think as childish that you signed a big contract with an important company and didn’t say a word to your family? I guess I can just ask her -my tone is a mockery one.

The keyboard typing stops followed by a dry laugh.

-You dirty bitch. Must be desperate to threaten me with that.

-It’s just that… I’m frustrated.

-Sexually?

-No. Well… That too. But no.

He quietly laughs.

-Maybe I can lend you a hand.

-Yeah, in my neck to cut the flow of air? -I ask acidly but then my black humour needs to make an appearance- Actually, that’s not that much of a bad idea. One lifetime occasion where I would let you commit the desire of killing me without getting angry about it; I promise.

-Mmm, kinky. If that’s what you want… -he spouts with a teasing tone and a smirk.

-What?

I’m no stranger to letting my intrusive thoughts win over me and make it aaaall the way to my mouth without realising it, so when he answers I have to replay the last section of our conversation to understand what he means.

-Ugh, you are disgusting.

-Yeah. I think how disgusting it is that I know you so well, that I am genuinely not surprised about you having a choking kink.

-I… I don’t have a choking kink -I defend myself by putting a brave face on when I actually kind of like that stuff.

-Yeah, right -he answers in a disinterested way, turning back to his computer- Just so you know…next time you try to lie as much as you are doing, tell your red cheeks to not make an appearance. It gives it away.

I take advantage of him not looking at me to raise my hands and check if they are matter-of-factly red, which are. I clear my throat in the need of changing the subject.

-Till now all you said has been really helpful, you know? -I say rolling my eyes

-Till now you still haven’t said a word about your problem, apart from your need to get laid, of course.

-The thing is that I messed badly with my boss -I purposely ignore the last sentence and he lets out a little laugh because of it.

-What makes you think that?

-It’s not something she said or did. Actually… It's my fault.

-I doubt it… but would you mind explaining? -he still has his back facing me while clicking the unwired mouse, something that will make the next thing I have to say a lot easier.

-Do you remember when you got appendicitis and had to stay at the hospital? And then when you needed help when sent home?

-How would I not remember?

-Well… The thing is that to convince my boss, which I already told you, is a hard one… I had to lie. A lot.

That seems to catch his attention because finally turns to face me.

-When you mean a lot, how much are we talking about? You said everything was okay with you taking those days off.

-I think we have already established the point that I am a ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.

-So… What did you tell her?

-Mmmm… I knew some of my coworkers asked her for some days off because of a friend or a relative being sick, and she always rejected them except when they talked about fiancés, husbands or sons; that kind of stuff. So to make her accept my petition, I made her believe it was about my fiancé.

-You said what?

-I basically said all the truth but omitted that you are only my friend. I completely made up a story about my hardworking fiancé, who fell sick, and has no other family around than me to take care of him… It was a little white lie, but when I was back to work everyone was nice to me, even my boss.

-Why don’t you tell them that you broke up?

-That was my plan, I swear. Buuuut, I started to talk a little bit here and there about him being an asshole, like getting ready to break the news, you know? Buuuuut that made them even nicer to me! Never knew criticising a partner would unite us that much.

-My surgery was last year…have you been lying to them for that long?

-Yeah…

-And didn’t they suspect anything when a year passed and still no wedding was in sight?

-Yes, but I explained how as we were both busy with our respective jobs, trying to save money for it, and having some trouble in our relationship… had decided to take it easy.

He seems lost in thought, with the elbows resting on the armrests of his chair and fingers brushing his chin. Then laughs, crossing his arms over his chest.

-Well, well, well. When I think that you cannot surprise me anymore, here you come.

-Yeah, really funny how this will end with me getting fired.

-Don’t be silly. They’ll never know.

-That’s what I thought till my company decided to celebrate a ball to raise funds for their project about breast cancer. And everyone expects me to bring my said fiancé to meet them.

-OMG you are such a loser.

-I don’t know why I came here expecting some support. Seems like today is not the day you want to deal with my stuff -I get a little angry because he doesn't understand how bad this is and how much I’ve been stressing the last few weeks trying to find a solution.

-Minnie, you know that’s not it -he quickly answers.

-Don’t worry. It’s my fault. By now I must have put in my mind that while you are working don’t wanna be bothered by others' banal stuff -I recollect my bag and start my way to the door.

I feel his hand wrapping around my wrist, trying to stop me.

-Stop it. I don’t wanna bother you.

He sighs and uses that hitch as a way to put me closer to him and after that, sit me again on the couch.

-Yeah, you are a pain in the ass, but even like that… you’ll never bother me when it’s about struggling with something, so… don’t say that.

-That’s how you made me feel.

-And I’m sorry about it. When it comes to words, we both know that I’m not the best to be sensitive.

-Except with your lyrics -I half-joke to reassure him.

I feel bad to react this way because he has a life too and here I am burdening him with my problems; all because I am so weak that I drown in a cup of water.

-Yeah, except for my lyrics -says way softer.

-Ugh, I’m so messed up -I groan while hiding my face between my hands and laying back.

-Yeah, a little bit but, what are you going to do?

-What do you mean?

-I know you, so I expect you to have something in mind already -he says palming one of my knees while still sitting in his chair.

I drop my arms to my sides, tired.

-No. Well, technically yes, but not anymore.

-What?

-I had a plan but not anymore because things didn’t go the way I expected.

-How is that?

-Don’t wanna hear you say anything about “I warned you”.

-This is going to be good -he whispers loud enough for me to hear it, but after giving him a death stare, motions his mouth getting zipped and throws the key away.

-The obvious solution is to have someone pretending to be my fianceé. After wondering who would be the best option I asked Jim to fill that role because, you know, we were kinda hooking up.

-What did he say?

-Like cartoons. I was almost able to see smoke in his dashing foot.

-Told you so -whispers again with a smirk.

I want to save energy, so my only answer is to roll my eyes. It's not like I could deny it because he, in effect, told me that.

When I started to meet Jim, equally scared of commitment as me, Yoongi warned me about how he would never be the one for me. How under the sweet gestures and amazing chemistry, we were only two people wasting time. How he could, maybe, let me down when I truly needed him. He wasn’t wrong. While explaining this whole issue to Jim, he was losing all the colour on his face because I told him that he would have to pretend to be in love. Pretend. I didn’t love him either but I was expecting the both of us to put on a little show of it.

But Yoongi knows that behind the façade I put saying that I don't want serious business, the reality is that I'm just searching for the right person to let my defences down. But to find it and as a scientist, I must do trial and error. Right?

-Then I contacted everyone in our group but all of them are occupied with close notice, and since my family is away, I can’t ask a cousin or something. Not to mention how weird it would have been -I shake my shoulders trying to shake the disgusting image of my mind.

-What about a random person or a gigolo?

-I don’t have enough time to teach somebody the full ass history of how we fell in love or the money to pay for it. Also, I'm trying to avoid paying for another human till I'm 70 and alone, with the only company of my 5 cats. Thanks.

-That’s all?

-I started to pretend that I’m falling sick to have an excuse, but everyone seems suspicious of me. If that doesn’t work, I’m fucked up. For real. That’s my last chance.

-As I see it, that’s not your last chance. You forgot about something.

-I did?

To say that I am confused is an understatement.

-Yeah you fool -he smiles widely and reclines in his chair with crossed arms.

-I…don’t…follow you.

-Me.

-You what? -My confusion is at the ceiling level.

-Me -He repeats with open arms- You forgot me.

Is this what I think it is?

-Stop frowning -and I do at his call- I can't believe you didn’t try to ask me.

-You are joking, aren’t you?

-No -he turns to the computer shrugging.

-Wait, wait, wait -I turn him to face me by the armrest- You, Min Yoongi, THE Min Yoongi, are offering to be my ‘date’ for an event at my workplace?

-God, don’t put it like that. But yeah, the answer is yes. I don’t know why it seems so unbelievable to you.

-I didn't ask you because: 1) I was ashamed, 2) you and I aren't precisely the most comfortable with touching or sweet words, and 3) and the main: aren’t you visiting your hometown this weekend? I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.

-Yes, I was. But you are crazy if you think that I would let you lose your job for it.

-But you’ve worked so hard… you deserve that break.

-Listen and stop being stubborn. I know that your job is as important to you as mine is to me, not to mention that if you are in this position it is because of me. So… the fair thing is to be the one helping you out of this situation.

-You realise that we will have to pretend that we are in love, right? -I say carefully.

-I pretend that I like you every day so, I don’t think it will be that hard.

I know he says it to make me laugh and take the iron off the matter, but I can’t help smacking his thigh while giggling.

-What preoccupies me is you; would you be able not to fall in love with me?

We both laugh, knowing that it’s impossible.

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I’m completing my look with sparkling earrings and I look at myself in the mirror. Not bad.

I’m wearing what I consider my slutiest outfit: a baggy long-sleeve dress with a deep v-neck and which long is mid-thigh. The cloth resembles black silk but falls beautifully around my curved body, adjusting in the places it should to remark my features. I added all the sparkly accessories because they contrast greatly with my tanned skin and the dress itself, but I guess all seems blurred compared to my boobs. Those girls are looking great tonight.

My hairstyle and makeup are a little basic, but enough to make me feel pretty.

While applying perfume someone rings the doorbell. I’m ready on time, so taking all my stuff and a false pink fur coat, I open the door.

I have to admit it, he looks stunning. Yoongi is wearing black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in, black combat boots and a green bomber jacket. All prettily completed with silver accessories and his long ginger hair slightly gelled back on the sides. My favourite look on him.

-Why aren’t you wearing high heels?

That comment is enough to get me out of my trance, but I understand it; that’s the only part of my outfit on display.

-Is bad enough to be wearing ones for the ball, so yes, thank you, I won’t be torturing myself tonight -I explain as I close my house with the key.

-You were the one who had the idea of dressing in the clothes the other likes most.

-I’m wearing everything you asked for except for the heels. Relax.

-Let me see.

-Hell no, it is freezing here. You’ll see once we get to the discotheque. C’mon.

-I don’t trust you. At all -he whispers but follows me to the taxi stop.

This is part of the amazing plan we made together on Tuesday night. Not the best idea but…it will have to do the work.

The ball is on Friday so we have a couple of days to make us believable as a couple. Tonight, Wednesday, part one is in development. We’ll go to drink (a lot) and dance in a public place and act as partners in love. Is like practice for the real situation and luckily, as I suggested, dressing in a way the other likes will make it easier to dissociate the image of best friend that we find disgusting to act in love with.

We have two days to be comfortable with holding hands, him holding me for the small of my back, me hanging into his arm, hugging and… kissing. Not fully making out, like little pecks. Or at least that’s the order both of us come together to decide as necessary to give the ‘’living in the honeymoon stage of relationship’’ vibes.

Tomorrow we will work on our love story, pet names and all that stuff. Maybe we’ll have to buy some alcohol for it too.

-Should we…maybe…start? -he asks, looking the other way.

-I think I need a couple of quick shots before.

-Thank God, me too -laughs.

I signal to a bar near us that won’t make us change our direction fully, and he agrees.

-Please, four shots of tequila -Yoongi orders to the bartender, and I am grateful for that amount.

Since I am the one using his help, I want to invite him. He gives me bored eyes and tries to take my money away from the counter, but I push him a little bit and open my coat to let my neckline on the view of the young bartender.

-Please, accept my money. You can keep the change as a tip -my voice is as sweet as I physically can and I bat my eyelashes. It works because he takes my money a little bit flustered and his only answer is a nod. I laugh to myself and close the coat again, turning to my friend, who is downing his first little vase.

I take one making cheers in the air before ingesting the hot liquor.

-You know… what you did is not fair.

-What do you mean? -I play dumb.

-You know what I mean -he says before drinking his other drink- That poor boy… I would be surprised if he doesn't end up hard as wood.

-Why is that bad? Dozens of men look at my ass or boobs without any intention on my side or dressing to “provoke” them. It’s not my fault that in this patriarchal society, women are so fucking sexualized that men think it’s okay to do it. He would have looked at them anyway if I weren’t wearing the coat so excuse me for using that in my favour instead of against me - I drink my last shot.

He looks at me kind of speechless, but after clearing his throat he says “When you are right, you are right”.

The cold air receives us in the street, but the burning sensation in our stomachs is a great contrast. We decide to go walking to the discotheque since it isn’t that far and after ten minutes of comfortable silence, I start to feel the alcohol quicking in in the form of an unexpected laugh.

-What happens? -Yoongi seems confused but laughs too.

-This situation… is ridiculous.

-I know.

-But again, thank you. You are saving me from a good one. I owe you.

-Don’t be stupid, we are best friends. You take care of me and I take care of you. That is how we have always worked and how it will always work.

-Wow, alcohol is getting into you too? You are speaking mindlessly.

-A bit. A long time has passed since I last drank something; work has been… crazy.

-Same for me. Maybe it is a good moment for…you know.

-First step?

-Yeah, first step. Are you okay with that?

-Of course.

We look at each other's hands and making a brave move, I'm the one initiating the motion. His are colder and slightly bigger but feels surprisingly comfortable to intertwine fingers and sense his even colder rings brushing with mine. That heat difference sends a shiver through my body.

It’s not like we have never held hands in other contexts. We do, for example, while walking in a street full of people or in a comforting situation and stuff like that, but it is our first time to do it without a physical or emotional need.

-How do you feel? -I ask cautiously.

-Weird, not gonna lie.

-Me too.

-But it’s not the first time we held hands and I have to say that luckily you feel warm.

-Yeah, you are freezing man -the tension weakens and we start to walk again, still hand in hand.

-I forgot my coat and when I realised I was already too far. I expected to be in a taxi and drunk so I didn’t take it so seriously. Now I’m regretting my choices.

I can’t stop a laugh and he does the same, showing a gummy smile.

-I can work with that. Grieving for my frozen-to-death fiancé is a good excuse to go to the bloody fundraiser alone.

-Then, who would listen to your nonsense anxious babbling?

-You aren’t my only friend, you know that right?

-They simply can’t compare. Even Nelly.

-Yeah, they can’t compare because nobody reaches your level of pettiness.

-That’s what we have in common you and I, my friend.

Our bickering continues till we reach our destination, where it is time to start the practice. Reading my mind he offers his arm for me to cling to it while still holding hands; a typical pose of couples who’ve been together for some years.

-IDs? -the bouncer asks us.

Once he checks that we are above 23 (a way to only let in adults) the heat receives us when we cross the door. The decoration is beautiful and serious, way different from what we are used to.

-Everyone here seems a little off, don’t you think? -Yoongi asks me.

-Yeah, I guess the age requirement takes away the younger spirit. You know this place is for people who want to have a good night but not that “wild”.

-If this is what awaits me once I establish a serious relationship, I’m definitely staying single.

-Bold of you to assume that you’ll find someone who can keep up with your antics. It’s not like you are turning love proposals all day.

His elbow pinches at my ribs for making fun of him and I laugh.

-You are one to talk… Also, I have some game so… your words don’t offend me miss “Please help me because my ashole of a hookup can’t even pretend to be in love with me”.

-Yeah, that was because he knew that once he started pretending, it wouldn’t be pretending anymore and I’m too much of a woman for him.

-Sure -his eyes are mocking me.

-Let’s grab some drinks, stupid.

He straightly asks for a whiskey, his favourite drink, but I order a rum with coke. He offers me to taste it and I’m dumb enough to do it, gagging at the flavour.

-You have an easy gag reflex, maybe now I understand why Jim dumped your ass so easily.

-Don’t worry hun, it’s only related to alcoholic drinks and he surely dumped me but my ass felt a great loss to him -I cheer my drink with his.

He gives me an unreadable stare while swallowing the odd savoury liquor.

I hate to admit it, but he looks smoking hot tonight. I can’t put my finger exactly on what it is, but something of him making dark humour about Jim while staring at me in that mockery way and gulping whiskey like water… is entrancing. Am I that sex deprived or what?

He frowns one eyebrow trying to guess what's on my mind and just the possibility of him being able to decipher my thoughts has me blushing.

-Is hot here. I’m going to the wardrobe to leave my coat - I excuse myself while getting up from the stool.

-Want me to accompany you?

-Oh, no. Don’t worry. I don’t think it will take me that long.

I join the wardrobe queue a little anxious. Just thinking of what awaits me these days stresses me; it’s really out of my comfort zone. I take the coat for the smiley girl behind the counter to take it.

-Wow girl, you are stunning.

-Thank you, I hope my… boyfriend thinks the same -the b-word gets a little stuck in my throat.

-If he doesn’t… take him to the doctor. That would mean he has his sight damaged. Or better, come back and I’ll make sure you have a good time -she says winking and giving me a little key with a number.

-I’ll keep that in mind -I answer a little flustered and return to where Yoongi is waiting.

He is turned to face me, elbow resting on the bar and cup playing in his hand in circular motions. He eyes me up and down and licks his lips, and I have to put all the effort in me to keep walking like nothing and not choke on my air.

He must have noticed my nervous state because this time, decides to directly ask.

-Oh, I was a little shocked -I answered because… well, that is true- The girl in the wardrobe made a move on me suggesting that if my partner doesn’t like me or something, she will take matters herself to give me a good time -that is also true.

-She did?

-Yeah, why is it so hard to believe? -I am a little offended and I chug down the rest of my drink.

-Not that is hard to believe, but… Do you like girls or something now? -he seems genuinely curious, trying to assure me that anything I say next, will be well received from him.

-No, this isn’t me coming out; sadly I’m still into men. Just… is nice to have someone complimenting me even if I’m not into girls -a change in his gaze is noticeable, and that’s what makes me realise that maybe he feels like I’m implying something else that I’m not- Anyways, I thought that she was nice and a funny anecdote. Do you want anything else to drink?

I can almost see him shaking his head to get rid of whatever was going on there and nods, chugging the remains of whiskey, which makes his Adam's apple move up and down. He has a nice side profile, I’ll admit that too.

Once we have refilled our vases, we start a little conversation about our works and how excited he is that his first mixtape is in the final steps to be published. Only the photos and the design of the cover are missing, which will be arranged on Friday morning, previous to the gala.

-I can’t believe that you didn’t let me listen to it.

-I want you to see the final product, to see the full concept like the rest.

-Still… I can’t believe that you are doing this to your very first fan. I guess from now I will have to fight with all your new fans for a little attention.

-Like you ever had it… -he smirks and I hit him in the arm.

-Maybe I should start stanning other rappers, Namjoon is doing great with his mixtape. At least he appreciates me a little bit.

-Yeah, he would appreciate having you under his sheets. Well, he and the rest of the boys of the studio.

-Don’t be silly, we are just friends.

-Yeah, because no friends in history have ever hooked up, right?

-Not me at least.

-Because you are good at friend-zoning without even noticing. It’s really fun to watch them all try to have a date with you. I will tell you more, we have a bet going on.

-What? Stop joking.

His gaze is devilish, but his face remains serious; that’s how I know that he is being honest. He funnily grins while drinking and I just blush.

-Seriously? I don’t know Yoongi, that seems fake.

-Kinda is, kinda not. At the start, when they first meet you, they, believe it or not, wanted you as something more than a friend. After some time trying and failing, they accepted that it was impossible. However, it is still a joke to make moves on you to see if you notice but I know that if you give them any signal, they would be moving their tails like the dogs they are.

-That's what the bet is about? For how long has it been going on?

.Around… I don’t know. Two years maybe?

To say that I'm speechless is an understatement.

-Who’s in that bet?

-All the group?

-Even… you?

-I guess… but I like to think of myself as a judge in all this. It wouldn’t be fair to them if I played at their level since I’m your best friend.

-Oh my god, you are so full of yourself.

-Why?

-You think you can win against the others with that dumpling-like skin and that skinny body of yours? You wouldn’t be able to handle me. Jungkook or Namjoon? Definitely.

-I would prove it to you, but once you get a taste… you can’t go anywhere else.

Scarlet cheeks are my only answer to that.

-And what’s the prize of that bet?

-Free pass with you if you want it too.

-Ugh, and you are part of that?

-Now you are the one full of herself. If I win maybe I’ll be able to trade that for some equipment my studio is missing.

-I’m not an object you can use to “trade”.

-Of course you aren’t. Of course.

He pats my head messily and I can see a glint of fun in his eyes, which in Yoongi’s language means that he feels a little tipsy. He’s not the touchy type at least he has some alcohol flowing through him.

Honestly, I know that I should be a little angry with this whole bet thing but I am not. Yes, is a little weird that all of them are in this but at the same time… I know they would never hurt me or take advantage of me in that way. Also, I have to admit that sometimes I do second checks of them because… holy cow, they seem like some greek marble-carved figurines that came to life. So.. am I the one to blame?

Not to mention how lovely and protective of me they all are; I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have had their support for whatever stupid thing I was trying or a warm hug if I needed it. I guess this thing is a friendly joke I wasn’t aware of but thanks to alcohol-induced honesty in Yoongi…I’m going to have MY fun with it.

-Now that you have told me this, who has won? You are destroying it.

-I suppose the first you flirt back to and I told you because… two years?? At this point, we all know that the bet was never going to end. Why? Now that you know, is your interest in any of those assholes?

-Maybe…

-Who? -I know this caught him by surprise.

-You will have to give me more drinks and a couple of dances to know that. Decide your strategy while my trip to the bathroom -I laugh at him and make my way to the service room.

I’m not interested in any of them, but as I said, it’s my turn to have some fun with it and poor Yoongi, he’s my first victim. We have some bond to do to look like a couple, right? Well, I will take this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

->Chapter 2

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a heart like yours part 6: a search for honesty

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Summary: The curse is broken, but you're alone. So…who woke you? You try to find out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mild angst, idiots in love [let me know if i missed anything!]

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that you were alone. And then you felt the sensors on your temples and you made quick work of taking them off of you.

"FRIDAY?" you said into the empty room.

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N? And might I say I am glad to see you awake."

"What day is it? And time?"

"It's 5:37 in the morning, and it is currently Tuesday, the 27th."

"How did I get here?"

"You were brought in here via the Quinjet approximately 22 hours ago, along with the Sin Healer who is currently situated in one of our magic dampened holding cells. Shall I inform Doctor Banner that you are awake?"

"I uhh—sure, FRIDAY. But just Banner for now. I don't have it in me to face the rest of them yet. Thanks."

"Very well, Agent Y/L/N. I shall also inform Doctor Banner of your request for privacy. He should be here to meet you in a few moments. Welcome back."

While waiting for Bruce, you looked around the room, trying desperately to find some clue left behind by the one who woke you and found nothing. You clutched the blanket draped over you, wincing in confusion as you felt the silken material. Now I know even Stark wouldn't shell out the budget for silk blankets in the fucking medical wing. "FRIDAY, turn the lights on at 30%, will you? Thanks."

When the room was softly illuminated enough for you to see, your eyes teared up at the sight of the emerald green silk you'd more than once been wrapped in when you fell asleep in the common areas of the Tower. Loki's cape.

"He said you were cold to the touch," Bruce said from the door. You hadn't even noticed he already arrived. "Of course you were next to dead so that was expected." He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's good to see you awake, Y/N."

"It's good to be awake." You offered the scientist a small smile. "You have any idea who woke me?"

"I have my ideas but I'll keep it to myself." You threw him a look in disbelief. "Look if it is who I think it is, then they should tell you in person."

"You don't think it's Steve, either, do you?"

"Nah. The man tried so many times today and got nothing. Things in here got so heated we almost had a Steve-shaped hole in the glass there." He pointed at the glass wall to your right. "Laufeyson almost went full frost giant on his--"

"Hold on. Loki? He was going blue?" Impossible. He couldn't have. Not over this.

"Oh yeah. Kept going on about how you were lost to them and it was all Steve's fault because he didn't love you enough to break your curse. Really felt sorry for the guy, you know? He carried you in here from the Quinjet and when we found him he was on his knees, Y/N. He kept telling you that things were gonna be fine, Steve would wake you, things would go back to how they were. So you can imagine the hinges on him coming loose when you didn't wake up."

"Bruce that doesn't make any sense."

"The guy was mourning you, Y/N. We all were. None of us were making sense," Bruce reasoned. Though something in you felt as if he was keeping something from you. "He'll be fucking insane once he finds out you're awake. He might not ever leave your side again. You wanna call him down here?" Okay that really made no sense. Sure he was always a tad protective with you when you were out on missions together, but that level of attachment? That implied something else. Something you didn't want to even consider with how absolutely batshit the notion was to you.

"No not yet. Someone I gotta talk to first." You took a breath. "FRIDAY? Could you call Steve. Just Steve. And tell him to meet Dr Banner down here, please? Don't tell him I'm awake."

Bruce turned to you with a confused look.

"I need to see something," you explained. "That's all."

"Just make sure you know what you're doing, Y/N."

You gave him as much of a reassuring smile as you could. "All I'm doing right now is trying to find out who woke me. And maybe putting my life into order. That's all."

The second Steve walked in to the room you knew. It was written all over his face: the shock, the disbelief, and then ultimately the relief. "Cou--Y/N." His backpedaling on the awful nickname took you aback. "Baby, you're awake." He strode over to you and wrapped you in his arms.

"So you finally listened about that horrendous name," you teased. "Who knew all it took was getting cursed and facing nearly certain death?"

"Sweetheart it's too early to make jokes about that," he nearly scolded you. "I couldn't sleep. I looked all over my apartment and all I could see was you. Y/N I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," you answered. "Steve. Baby we should talk."

He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. "It's over, isn't it?"

You grimaced in response. "Yeah, it's over. When you realize that your love isn't enough to break a curse that literally only requires that whole-hearted kind of love, it really puts things into perspective, you know?" It was his turn to wince at your words now. "Look, I think when we started this whole thing, a part of me always knew that I wasn't going to be…the woman you loved. I think when we got together, we just didn't…we didn't want to be alone."

"Y/N you need to know that I did love you--"

"I know. And I loved you. And I will always love you, just…I suppose this is my shitty way of saying that I'm pretty sure that if the roles were reversed? If you were the one that got cursed? I wouldn't be able to break it, either. You love Peggy, you're always gonna love Peggy more than anyone. And you deserve to be with someone that you can love more than you loved her; that woman isn't me. As for me? You're not that guy for me, either."

A sad smile crossed his face. "Laufeyson?" You nodded.

"Stupid pathetic little mortal, right?" you joked, motioning to yourself.

"I wouldn't be too sure, Y/N. He had his moments ever since he found you that had me thinking maybe he could break your curse."

"Hold on. Say that again? Loki found me?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I walked into the cottage once you reached out to us on comms and he was already there, on his knees, holding you in his arms. Didn't let you go once in the eight hours we flew from Sorsogon back here. Refused to."

You shook your head at him. "Steve that's impossible."

"Look I'm just telling you what I saw. And what I saw was a guy on his last shred of sanity, pushing me into a glass wall and blaming me for your death going 'She's gone I'll never see her again'."

You kept shaking your head at him. "Look, can we change subject here? It's--I can't wrap my head around it. At least not on a stomach that's been empty for over 24 hours."

"Crap. Okay we could tell the rest of the team and then we can get breakfast, okay?"

He stood up and looked like he was about to start knocking down doors at this ungodly hour, but you grabbed hold of his arm to stop him. "Actually…could you call in a meeting? Don't tell them what it's about, I don't care what you tell them just don't mention that I'm awake."

"Why Agent Y/L/N, are you scheming?" The tone in his voice told you he was definitely on board with whatever you had in mind. "Before I do, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

"I wanna know who woke me. And people's reactions when they're in shock usually give them away. Assuming, of course, that their poker face is as shitty as yours."

He broke out into a laugh and pulled you into another embrace. It would take time, but this moment told you everything you needed to know. You two would be just fine moving forward. "It's good to have you back, Y/N."

"Cap, why the hell did you wake us all up at this hour of the day?" Stark fumed at the captain. "Some of us have only started to sleep. I had to keep lulling my daughter back to sleep because she kept on waking up in tears and shouting that Auntie Y/N was gone forever."

"And some of us haven't even slept yet," Natasha grumbled, pointing a finger between her and Wanda. "We lost our best friend." Then she threw a look at Loki. "Some of us lost more than that."

The captain then threw a look his way, making him exasperated. "Look, Captain Rogers, I apologize for throwing you into that wall, but I do not apologize for my words. As of this moment, Y/N remains unconscious and--"

His words were cut off by the sound of the door opening and your voice floating in. "Morning." When his gaze landed on you, the relief that washed over him nearly compelled him to walk over to you, pull you into his arms and hold on to you for the rest of his days.

The opportunity was lost when your friends pulled you into their arms, weeping and peppering your temples and cheeks with kisses. He watched as you pulled away from them and took a good thorough look at what they'd become since you fell victim to the curse. "You two look like shit." They shrugged at you. "It wasn't either of you, was it? Neither of you even tried kissing me and seeing what would happen?"

"Oh no I tried," Wanda answered you. "I tried real hard. With tongue, too."

That caused you to burst out into a fit of laughter that nearly made his heart ache with elation. He'd laid in bed just a few hours earlier grieving you, believing that he'd never hear that laugh again, and now here you were smiling at laughing at your friends' absurdities.

"Wan, I wasn't ready!" you said through your giggles.

"I know, but I couldn't resist. And also I'm a bit drunk. Natasha broke out the good stuff from Tony's staaaaa--I mean she brought out the good vodka." A sheepish look appeared on her face as Stark began to glare at her and the Russian spy.

"But honestly though, doll face, how are you even awake? I thought this punk over here tried and failed." Barnes pointed at your lover and looked at you, confused. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're alive, but I'm also…shocked? Confused? If it wasn't Steve…who?"

"That's what I wanna know, too, Bucky," you answered him, looking around the room and looking everyone in the eyes. "Any of you wanna admit you've been secretly in love with me all this time? Speak now or forever hold your peace and all that." When your eyes met his, he could nearly hear his pulse in his ears as he tried to keep his expression stoic. He couldn't bear it if you were to figure out that it was him, and he would have to see the horror and rejection set in to your gaze. That would end him where he stood.

"How positive are you that it wasn't a last ditch attempt by Capsicle over there that finally took?" Stark asked you.

You looked at Stark, and then at Rogers, with eyes that looked almost regretful. "I knew that Steve would attempt. I mean, he was my boyfriend and--"

"Was??" Natasha and Wanda shrieked.

"Yeah…we uhh…it's over. We ended things before he called you all down here." The sad nostalgic eyes stayed as you kept on. "When you realize that your love isn't the ancient curse-breaking type of love, it kinda makes you realize that it's not the right love, you know?"

There was such silence for a good few moments before Thor spoke up. "Well then, this is a cause for celebration. Y/N is alive and well, the Sin Healer has been apprehended, and we no longer have to hear our friend being compared to a cushioned sitting ornament for the rest of all time." Everyone chuckled at his words, even Loki. "Shall we eat? I'm famished!"

"Says the god munching on a pop tart to the woman who's gone without food for nearly 40 hours," you shot back at him, the comical timing of your stomach grumbling making everyone double over in laughter.

Everyone filed out one by one, taking their time to embrace you or ruffle your hair, essentially show you a form of affection. When Stark got to you, he suggested that you be the one to wake up his daughter, that she would be over the moon if she woke up and you were already there, ready to bring her along to breakfast. When your former lover got to you, he held you in an almost somber embrace and you briefly discussed something about retrieving one another's belongings from your apartments.

By the time it had only been him left, you gave him a soft smile before turning toward the door. "Y/N," he called out, stopping you from moving an inch. When he made his way to you, there was his best attempt at a playful grin on his face. "Do I not get an embrace?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. The same ones he'd kissed possibly just moments before you awoke. Could it be? Could he have--?

Quite possibly.

"I know you're not one for…sentiment. Or affection, so I figured I'd spare you the--" He cut off your words by pulling you into his arms in a tight embrace, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

"Today is an exception, darling," he whispered into your hair. "You've no idea how glad I am that you're alive." He resisted the urge to press a kiss to your temple, your cheeks, any place his lips could touch, really. He didn't want to risk you recoiling from him.

"You don't happen to know who woke me, do you?"

I did, he wanted to tell you. Instead he did what those around you thought he did best. He lied. "Sorry, darling, I don't. I would assume you'd wish to thank them. I wish I could be of more assistance."

"That's alright. If the curiosity consumes me, I can always ask FRIDAY," you said casually as you pulled away from him. He did everything in his power to not show the panic setting in. "I mean, I set up the security system there myself, so really if I wanted to know so desperately, which at the moment I don't I'm still just glad to be awake again, all I have to do is ask."

If Loki's blood could go cold, it would have.

A/N: Everybody let's give it up for the end of an era. We never have to see that nickname again lol.

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