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the-doomed-witch · 1 year

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She was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain

✦ wanda maximoff x fem!reader | college AU ✦

Summary : Wherever you go, the anxiety follows. The only way you feel safe is when you’re alone with Wanda, but she loves partying a little too much. (Read warnings)

Word Count : 3.4k

Author’s Note : hi! my first fic on here. i’m kinda nervous 😬 any opinions / reblogs / etc are welcome 🖤 my gif btw!

Warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI. anxiety attacks, smut, dom!wanda, fingering, face riding, slight teasing, homophobia, angst + fluff if you squint. Also Wanda comforting reader <3.

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You held your hand up, placing it in front of Wanda’s. Her hands were a tad bit bigger than yours, but mostly they were warm. “Detka, your hands are so cold, I’m a little concerned.” she said, as she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“Um yeah Wands, it’s probably because of Professor Fury’s class, I’m kinda scared of his constantly unpredictable and upgraded techniques.” You try your best to chuckle it off but the brunette wouldn’t let go of your hand. Instead, she took both of them in hers and kept them in her lap. “Tell me what’s wrong.” she asks, with a firm stare towards you.

You don’t know what reply could count as adequate, so you just lie. “It’s nothing, in all likelihood it could be the air conditioner, I don’t know Wanda.” She knows you’re lying. You know that too. Thus, she takes a deep breath and places her hands on your cheeks. It feels so safe all alone with her, you close your eyes and wait for her to lean in.

She comes forward, bringing your lips together. Her left hand goes from your cheek to your jaw, the right one on your nape. She pulls you even closer, and moves her hand from your jaw to your waist, allowing you space to place your hands on her comfortably. So you do. She kisses you as passionately as always, like she couldn’t dare to live without you. And you would let her in, so enthusiastically, it seemed magical for a moment right there. You were living in magic as of then.

Both of you break the proximity of your lips to catch up. It’s so enchanting, and so gleeful, you start laughing with tears in your eyes. Wanda is flabbergasted for a second, but she knows her way of loving you too well to judge it, so she joins you. You tumble down on the bed with the pain in your stomach due to laughing, and pull down your girlfriend with you.

“We need to get ready for your favourite class Y/N.” she warns you jokingly. Of course the first class was Professor Fury’s. College was a few blocks away, and you barely had 20 minutes to prepare yourself mentally.

— ✦ —

As soon as both of you set foot on the campus, you knew what was next. Steve Rogers and his infamous homophobia. “Look at those girlies go! Will they kiss each other? Sounds terrifying to me!” he derided loudly from where he was standing along with the other jocks. It isn’t easy for you to not pay attention to his shit behaviour, but Wanda knows how to shut him up. So she grabs your hand, walks towards Steve, and says, “Hey Rogers, you might wanna see this!” Without further ado, she grabs your chin and kisses you intensely right there. It didn’t make sense; you were enjoying it, while your anxiety was eating up pieces of you.

When both of you let go, Steve commented yet again, “Ew, how do you even do that?”

“No one is stopping you from kissing guys Rogers, if that’s what you mean.” Wanda snapped right back at him, enough for the crowd to listen. The whole campus, including the security guard, started laughing at Steve. His face was burning with shame.

“Where did you get all those guts from Maximoff?” Natasha asked, as soon as you were in the corridor. People had probably found the gossip for the day, and it made you anxious to be the crux of it.

“Just a little bit of how much I love Y/N.” You simply blushed, too stressed out to form a reply. Wanda understood you immediately and tried to excuse the both of you, but Nat called both of you again, for a reminder. “You both are coming to Stark’s party tonight right? Don’t tell me you aren’t, or I’m gonna throw tantrums around.” There it was, what you’ve been avoiding all morning.

“Of course we are coming, Nat. On all voluntary levels, we want to see you get drunk and run off with Maria again!”

“Shut UP!”

Giggling at Nat’s red face, you and Wanda walk away. You just wanted to get this done with.

— ✦ —

The rest of the day at college was the same, and a little weird. People were looking at you, and Steve Rogers didn’t annoy you at all. Smooth as silk, the classes ended by the afternoon.

Wanda dropped you off at the bookstore where you worked, and went back home for a little refreshment. She told you, “I’ll be back in half an hour Y/N, back me up till then.” It was the easiest task ever, you loved annoying your boss anyways.

The day was as simple as ever, there was nothing new to worry about except the Stark party. It physically hurts your stomach to even think of being surrounded by the number of people there. And Wanda would probably talk to all of them. It was frightening.

By the evening, you came up with a hundred different excuses to not go to the party, but none of them were going to convince Wanda. She knew you too well. There seemed to be literally no escape.

— ✦ —

“Malyshk, are you ready? It’s been almost an hour. Do you need my help?”

“I’m coming just-” and all that Wanda heard was a zipper being zipped up, followed by a shriek. She came running inside the room and started chuckling. Between bursts of laughter, she managed to say, “Caught your side boob in the zipper again, didn’t you? Let me help you out.”

You raise your left arm up so she can pull the zip down. When she did, you had a little bruise on your side. Without thinking twice, Wanda kisses it softly. Being under the pain of the bruise all the while, you didn’t notice how gorgeous Wanda actually looked in her wine coloured dress, her brunette hair all curled setting down on her shoulders. Her dress barely reached her knees, so you could see the tattoo on her outer thigh.

With a wide smirk, Wanda gives you a little bite and if you hadn’t controlled yourself, you would’ve moaned out loud enough to let your neighbours listen. She laid you down on the bed and put her hand inside your dress to massage the breast. She did it like an expert, you felt too aroused considering it hadn’t even been a minute.

“Darling, please…” was all that you could say with tightly closed eyes.

She zipped your dress back up again, and grabbed you by the waist. She looks at you and asks you innocently, “Yes detka?”

It wasn’t fair of her to tease you this way. So you continued with her game, even though you needed her so badly. “We are going to be late for the party. Again.”

— ✦ —

It isn’t your first Stark party, but even looking around seems like a scary thought to you. You’ve been here thrice in the past two weeks. But there are so many people around, it is probably half of the town. Wanda holds your chilled hand and walks inside beside you, with an air of confidence while you barely manage to crack a smile.

“Y/N! Wanda! You’re here, finally! Look at you, so gorgeous.” Natasha escapes from a larger chunk of a crowd when she notices you. With her comes Maria Hill. You could call them girlfriends, but they keep on saying it’s nothing official. The entire college knows otherwise.

You let Wanda do all the talking, signaling her to reply by tightening your grip on her hand. “Hey Nat. Hello Maria. And please, y’all look stunning. How long have you guys been here for?”

“We came here immediately after leaving college.”

“What?! So you’re telling me you’ve been partying for almost half the day already?”

“Uh, pretty much yeah. There was a before-party party.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” You let out a little laugh, looking at Wanda’s shocked and confused expression.

Nat takes notice of you and says, “Look at this beauty! You’ve been all quiet Y/N. Is everything alright?” Your hand which was held by Wanda started trembling. You felt so not ready to be at yet another party with people you don’t know, or even talk to anyone. “Yea-yeah Nat, everything is alright.”

Maria suddenly recalls something she had been meaning to tell, and pats Wanda’s shoulder lightly. “Wanda! Do you know that Rogers isn’t showing up here tonight? Tony told me that Rogers had errands to run. Me and Nat just couldn’t stop laughing. You just silenced his homophobic ass.”

When you’re done talking with a few more people, Wanda takes you to a corner of the room and asks, “Lyubov, you’re getting extremely anxious again. Do you need something?” You don’t know what to say, your hands are shivering and you’re holding on to Wanda for dear life. “Wands, it’s okay. I just want to get this done with. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure Y/N?”

“Yes, love.”

She gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips and places a reassuring hand on your back. You give her a smile, and she walks around the room fulfilling formalities. You find yourself a comfortable spot on the couch to stress about.

On your phone, you seem to find nothing interesting. All social media is filled with pictures of the party you’re at. No fanfictions to read. You cannot listen to music because the one that’s being played is too loud. So you decide to have a look around in the Settings because it was the only possible option to make you seem busy.

— ✦ —

Almost two hours passed, and you had already figured out that Wanda might be dancing around somewhere on the dance floor. She was quite the party person, there was no denying in that. And you definitely didn’t enjoy parties. Against your will, you decide to get up and search for Wanda.

On the few metres’ long walk to the dance floor, about thirteen different people asked you to join them for a drink, or a dance. Some of them were too crazy to even ask, they just tugged at your arm. However, you managed to reach your girlfriend.

“Y/N! You’re here! Come on in, we love this song don’t we?” She calls you. You don’t even recognise the song, there are too many people. The lights are so dim, colours fluctuating so bright, music too loud. You could easily fall down crying in this moment, so you walk away to look for Tony.

After deep breathing for several minutes, you find the host. He’s passing sarcastic comments around with Peter Parker, it was kind of foreseen anyways. “Hey Tony,” you greet him, “You’ve hosted a wonderful party once more.”

“Why, thank you Y/N. Did you have something?”

“No I haven’t yet, I just need a quiet place to relax myself, I’ve been kinda tired from all the… partying.” you lied.

“Alright I’m gonna lead you to a quieter space.”

In the room, you filled yourself a glass of water and sat down. You needed Wanda but she was too busy having fun. You didn’t want to spoil her mood, especially when college research tires her out every day. You can’t go home leaving Wanda right here.

It feels like being a red brick in a group of pebbles. So easily falling apart, but so hard to break through.

— ✦ —

[ Wanda’s POV ]

I don’t seem to remember anything. A couple of minutes ago, Y/N was standing in front of me, now I cannot find her. Did she go back to our apartment, because I left her alone? No, I don’t remember anything! The car keys are with me, how did she even go? Oh my God, I hope she didn’t walk all the way back. I only wish she could get mad at me for once, why does she like punishing herself this way?

Maybe she informed Natasha before leaving, I could ask her.

“Hey Nat, have you seen Y/N?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, I last saw her with Stark about an hour ago. She is missing?”

“Uh no no, she told me she would be back in a while so yeah. Nothing serious.” I made it up so the party didn’t get bummed out. Y/N wouldn’t like all the attention diverted towards her for the second time today.

Alright so, Stark. He might be with Pepper, because I saw Peter leave for the night. I just hope he’s not with Jarvis. Anyone but Jarvis.

Luckily enough, Tony was with Pepper. So I approached them and asked, “Hey Tony, any chance you might have seen Y/N?” To my surprise, he told me how she had approached him for an undisturbed place. He guided me to the room where Y/N would be, and I thanked him.

Turning the door handle gently, I went inside. The room was kind of, like, super huge. On taking a glance around, I saw Y/N sitting on the bed, a blanket wrapped around her. Her mascara was ruined. Oh my God.

— ✦ —

[ Narrator's POV ]

Wanda was too astounded by the look on your face to say anything.

The moment was too sensitive, too broken for either of you to say something. She felt like a burden on you, you felt like a burden on her.

She tried to say something, “Y/N… you- I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, Wands, it’s alright. Come here. I missed you.” You open the blanket for her to join you. She takes off her boots and climbs on the bed, wrapping you up in her embrace.

“Talk to me, detka.”

“There’s nothing to talk about honey. I guess I'm just not the type of person you could have fun with.”

“Shush! You’re the person I would spend forever with. What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry Wanda, I know you love parties. I know you love being around people and loud music and party lights and drinks. I know you love dancing around and I know you love doing all of that all throughout the night. I am so sorry I am ruining your party, I know you get stressed out because of college and need to feel a little fresh. I’m sorry I cannot be like that. You can feel free to leave me all you want.”

“Hey, not a single word about me leaving you. Or you leaving me. You don’t have to be sorry for being who you are, malyshk. Yes, I love parties but not at the cost of you. I’d rather not have a party for years than make you cry all alone every time I go to one.”

“Oh my goodness, no! I feel like I’m being so toxic about this. I don’t want you to cut off everyone else for me, or stop having fun because of me. Gosh, I can’t-”

She softly places a finger on your mouth, motioning for you to pause your overthinking. “You are not being toxic, it’s okay to feel this way. Anyone in your shoes would feel uncomfortable and insecure, I understand you completely. Don’t apologise, dear. I love you so much Y/N/N.”

You smile wide at her, and reply, “I love you too Wands. So so much.” Thanks to an occasional idea that you got, you shift your position to sit in front of her, straddling her lap. Holding her face between both your hands, you bring your lips together. The kiss wasn’t heated, but it wasn’t soft either. Just the perfect bit of each. You push her against the headboard and intensify yourself by seeking access. She permits you, and your tongues meet. She tastes a bit like alcohol, but mostly her own sweetness, and you’re so here for it. Her hand goes for your lower back, and the other in your hair.

When a small distance is created between the two of you, she pushes you down on the bed so she could be on your top. Once both of you had caught up on your breaths, she kissed you again and again all over your face, making you shut your eyes and grin. With each kiss that she planted, she muttered a little “I love you” and it fluttered the butterflies in your stomach. It was kind of difficult, but you began grinding against Wanda, but she stopped her kisses and held you in place. “Baby, let’s not mess up Stark’s bed. I’m gonna take you home, can you be a little patient for me?” Reluctantly, you nod. She was right.

Both of you get up, and rearrange your clothes. She helps you adjust your makeup, and does her own too. Ten minutes later, you’re both in the car, the only thought of Wanda touching you at home keeping you from going crazy.

— ✦ —

As soon as you enter the house, Wanda holds your waist and whispers in your ear, “My pretty baby,” then kisses your cheek, “Such a pretty baby. I love you.” You are practically breathless. You know she’s teasing you by showering love in all the different ways except the one you desperately need right now.

“This lavender dress, it’s too beautiful. What a shame the zip hurt my baby. Should I tear it?”

“No…” you whisper.

“Well then, if you say no, then it’s a no. We only have one way left, and it’s the zip.”

You know she’s being annoying on purpose. And it’s getting on your nerves. She takes her time to lower the zip, so carefully that the exact moment you step inside the bedroom, the zip reaches the bottommost point. She takes off your dress and puts it aside. “Relax yourself, lyubov.” You sit on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She got rid of her own dress and walked towards you. Placing a finger on your chin, she lifts your head up and asks you, “Pretty baby, what do you want?”

You had enough. So you decided to play her game yet again. “I want what you want to give me.”

“And what do I want to give you?”

“Three fingers.” Her eyes widen at your sudden bold response. Your own did too. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

You rest your head on the pillow and pull her by the neck, “Fuck me, Wanda.”

“I’d be a fool not to.” was all that she said before taking off the rest of your clothes. Gently, she pushes two fingers inside your heat. “You’re drenching, and all for me detka.” Pushing a third digit in, she repeats, “All for me.”

It felt too much. You hadn’t thought it through but you were thankful you didn’t, because she started hitting all the spots that elicited raw screams out of you. She knew how to make you feel good like the back of her hand. Echoes of Wanda’s name filled the apartment, you could barely control your volume. And Wanda was enjoying all of it.

Her free hand reaches your chest, softly encouraging your moans. “Y/N, you look so fucking beautiful.” You were getting all worked up, so she started focusing on stimulating your clit.

Not so long after, you try warning her between pants and moans, “Wanda, I-”

“Yes, my pretty baby, make a mess for me, look at me when you do.”

You manage to stare at her when you come. She rides you through it, and looks into your eyes fondly. Once you calm down from your high, she takes out her fingers and cleans them up with her tongue. The sight itself is magnificent, but she adds a whole different effect by humming. It makes you want to fuck her all night long. You smile at her, as Wanda moves away strands of hair from your face.

“I love it when you call me that” you tell her.

“Call you what? Pretty baby?”

“No. Your pretty baby.”

She blushes, and kisses you hard. “Yes, you’re my pretty baby. You’ve been such a good pretty baby.”

“Does that mean I deserve a treat?” You say, and stick your tongue out. Wanda’s face goes insanely red, she’s too flushed to even say something. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“If you want me to shut up, you need to sit on my face.”

“Okay but don’t talk to me like that.”

“I will, because I’m gonna get a treat.”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Since You Been Gone

Pairing: None

Category: Angst with a happy ending

Word count: 2,335

Summary: Kenny turns into an asshole and develops an unhealthy behavior until an angel comes along and saves him.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions and references of sex

A/N: This is part 2 of I'm Giving Up On Love 'Cause Love's Given Up On Me. It can be read on its own, but if you want the full story/backstory I suggest reading the first one. The beginning has a few little references to part one, but nothing you can't piece together on your own.

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It had been two months since you left Kenny. The first few weeks hit him hard. He was a crying, wallowing mess. Matt and Nick hated seeing their best friend so miserable so they tried everything they could think of to get him to go out and have fun, but it was no use.

Everywhere he looked all he saw was you. That last heartbreaking conversation played over and over in his mind. ‘You never noticed but he did! He saw the second I wasn’t being myself and he took care of me — he is taking care of me.’

When Kenny made the decision to give up on love, he meant it.

Kenny didn’t find romance appealing anymore, if anything he found it appalling. The second you drove away that day, he was ruined. Kenny knew there would never be another you and that was devastating. You were his world and he ended up ruining everything, failing to pay enough attention to you thus driving you into another man’s arms.

The past month Kenny decided he would take Matt and Nick up on their offer to go out after the most recent Dynamite, it wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anymore. Unfortunately, the Jackson brothers didn’t know they were about to feed into their best friend’s unhappiness and unhealthy behavior.

The trio went out for a couple drinks at the nearest bar. That’s where Kenny met a pretty brown eyed, blonde. She kept eying him and he did the same. Eventually, they each ditched their respective friend group and met up by the bar, both their friend groups all watched the interaction.

Matt and Nick thought that maybe this girl would help Kenny return to his normal self, get him out of this depressive funk. The next thing the brothers knew Kenny and the blonde were heading for the door without so much as a nod in their direction.

The two-thirds of the trios tag team champions shared a look, an eyebrow raised and slight smirk crept upon each of their faces. Maybe this is it. Maybe they’ll hit it off.

Kenny and the mystery woman miraculously made it to Kenny’s hotel room, it was miraculous because the pair couldn’t keep their hands or lips off of one another for more than five seconds.

Once in the room, both parties were shedding their clothes and stumbling towards the bed where they would have an intense session of nothing but rough sex. This was the first time Kenny had a woman in his bed since the breakup.

When it was all over, Kenny looked over at the woman wrapped up in the sheets. One thought played on loop in his head — she’s not you. Kenny stared at the ceiling for what felt like hour before the woman, who’s name he didn’t even care to learn, spoke up, “I had a great time. What do you say we get some dinner sometime?” She had a hopeful look on her face, but Kenny knew his answer the moment he saw her.

“No.” He was stern and cold with his answer. He didn’t want anything more, he just wanted to blow off some steam, to have a woman touch him, to please him. Kenny Omega just wanted sex.

The blonde was devastated and quickly pulled her clothes on before storming out of the room, the door slamming closed behind her.

Matt and Nick were just making their way to their hotel rooms when the blonde pushed past them, looking humiliated. The two looked at each other confused and concerned. What happened?

The pair stopped by Kenny’s room and knocked. When the door opened revealing Kenny, neither of the men knew what to say. Kenny had this cold aura about him, a steely look on his face, eyes empty of emotion.

“What?” Kenny snapped at the brothers. Nick looked at his brother, not wanting to say a word to Kenny about his demeanor.

Matt finally opened his mouth after a few moments. “What happened with that girl from the bar? We just passed her in the hall, she looked upset.” Matt was internally flinching at the possible reaction he would receive.

“Sex. That’s it.” Kenny rolled his eyes clearly annoyed at this conversation. “Anything else?” He asked, sharply.

“No. That’s all. We just—” Nick attempted to clear things up but Kenny slammed the door in their faces.

The Jackson brothers sighed and headed to their rooms. Both men knew how much you leaving Kenny affected him but they didn’t realize he would be like this. They thought over the past two months that he would get over you and move on — clearly that wasn’t the case.

The next week Kenny took it upon himself to go out to a nearby club — this time alone. He didn’t bother telling Matt, Nick, or Brandon where he was going, much less invite them along.

This time Kenny crossed paths with a sultry redheaded woman.

The woman noticed Kenny sitting alone at a booth with a perfect view of the dance floor, where the woman currently danced with two other women. Kenny figured they must have been her friends, but he didn’t care about them.

The redhead sauntered over to the booth. “Wanna dance, hot stuff?” She purred in his ear. A wicked smirk played on Kenny’s lips. Hook, line, and sinker.

Kenny let the woman lead him onto the dance floor where they more than put everyone in the room to shame. Sensual touches, seductive looks, and heated kisses were just the few things the surrounding patrons witnessed.

No more than four songs had played before the pair exited the club.

Hands and lips were all over one another as the Uber driver approached the hotel Kenny was staying at. The two took advantage of the fact that they were alone in the elevator, hands slipping between legs and under clothes, toying with one another until the elevator doors opened on the correct floor.

Kenny made quick work of unlocking the door and pulling the redhead into the room. Clothes were all but ripped off as they toppled onto the bed.

Neither one was sure how long they spent enjoying the company of each other, just that it was a good time.

Once again, Kenny promptly told the woman to leave, the same cold and harsh tone form last week. Unlike the blonde, the redhead wasn’t humiliated or upset by leaving. Kenny vaguely remembered her saying something about just wanting to have a good time, just sex.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon had went looking for Kenny, but they didn’t find him in the places they figured he would be, so the trio headed the hotel. Maybe he turned in early.

The boys stopped at Kenny’s door, Matt knocked three times before the door swung open and there stood a towel clad Kenny Omega, hair disheveled and a thin layer of sweat covering his skin. The guys just assumed he must have been about to shower, maybe he had hit the gym and they just missed him.

“We were looking for you earlier. You just disappeared on us.” Brandon spoke up.

“Went to the club then had some fun here.” Kenny rolled his eyes, already annoyed at the conversation. Kenny just want to do his own thing. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, he didn’t have you to go home to anymore so why did it matter what he did?

“What’s going on with you?” Matt finally snapped, he didn’t even know who this was. He just knew this sure as hell wasn’t his best friend.

Kenny just scoffed at Matt’s question and all but slammed the door in their faces. Matt and Nick shared a collective sigh as Brandon was left confused by Kenny’s behavior.

Brandon had known about the breakup and how hard it hit Kenny but this wasn’t what he expected. He thought the Jackson brothers were exaggerating when the duo filled Brandon in on what happened last week — clearly they weren’t.

The next couple weeks had come and gone, and Kenny’s behavior and demeanor had not changed much, if anything it had gotten worse. He was still picking up women from local bars and clubs in whatever city they were in, but these last couple weeks he was bringing two girls back with him. His treatment was the same though, sex then kicking them out.

Most girls didn’t care, they just wanted the experience.

The Bucks were getting tired of watching the sting of women exit their best friend’s room. They were getting tired of watching Kenny grow cold, hard, and distant. Something had to be done, and it had to be done as soon as possible.

It was time for an intervention of sorts, to get Kenny to talk it all out and break this unhealthy cycle. The brothers desperately needed Kenny back to his fun loving self again.

Matt and Nick recruited Brandon to help out. Brandon instantly agreed, he hated seeing Kenny like this too.

The trio brainstormed and finally hatched up a plan to put in motion for next week.

As the next week rolled around Matt, Nick, and Brandon began putting their plan into action.

The plan was to go about the day like usual, the true first step wasn’t until after Dynamite was over. There they would follow Kenny to the location of his choosing, just watch and see what happens. If Kenny did like he has been, they would confront him. The boys didn’t have a plan on what to do if, by some chance, he didn’t pick up a woman.

Low and behold, a pretty brunette had slid into the seat next to Kenny at the bar. The trio watched as Kenny and the brunette flirted with one another. This was it. Step two was soon to begin.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon watched the pair, patiently waiting for the two to exit the bar. Hours passed before the trio realized this night was different. Kenny and the brunette were just talking and laughing and having a good time. The three exchanged looks with one another but no one made an effort to move, staying glued to their seats at a table. They were amazed by what they saw. Kenny actually looked….. happy, something he hadn't been in months.

The men finally decided to leave the bar and get back to the hotel, they all had to pack and catch a plane home the next afternoon.

Kenny and the brunette eventually left the bar but this time Kenny didn’t take her to his hotel room, he took her to get some food instead. Given the hour all that was open was a fast food. Thankfully, neither one cared, too immersed in the conversation they were currently having.

As the night went on, the two ended up exchanging phone numbers and making plans to meet up again soon. Kenny had found out durning a conversation that the brunette was about to finish cosmetology school in the next few weeks. AEW does need another hair and makeup artist since one of them had to quit for personal reasons. That could be brought up after she graduates and ran by Tony, Kenny thought.

Kenny drove her to her hotel, turns out she was staying at the one across the street from his. Goodbyes were said as well as promises to talk soon.

Kenny returned to his hotel room and began packing up his things, a smile on his face — one that hadn’t been there in months.

The next morning Brandon, Matt, and Nick were in the lobby checking out of their rooms at the desk when Kenny came strolling in, looking a million times better than the last time they saw him the night before. The trio noticed Kenny was actually smiling, like he looked genuinely happy. They all shared a look with one another when Matt decided he would test the waters. “You look happy. Is the old Kenny back or is this smile just for appearance sake?” Matt asked, eyebrow raised in skepticism.

Kenny took in Matt’s words and the past several weeks had come flooding back to him. He remembered how much of an asshole he had been when his friends stopped to check on him and try to help him get out his unhealthy habit and behavior as well as his icy demeanor. Remorse washed all over Kenny’s face. “Guys, I’m sorry for the way I was treating you. You were just trying to help me and I was being the world’s biggest asshole. You don’t have to forgive me for it because I don’t forgive me for it. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore after being on the receiving end of my shitty behavior. I just want to say I’m sorry. I actually met a literal angel last night at the bar. She was a huge help in getting me to realize I was going about this breakup wrong and developing unhealthy habits.” He was pouring his heart out right then and there before he realized.

The boys looked at one another and exchanged slight nods. “We forgive you. Just let us help next time. We don’t like seeing you miserable and developing unhealthy habits.” Matt said, watching as Kenny nodded along.

“I might be wrong but I don’t think there will be a next time. This woman — this angel — she’s…. she’s just so gorgeous and funny and kind. Call me cliché but I think she’s the one.” Kenny shrugged in attempts to seem nonchalant all while he was beaming internally.

“How about you tell us about her on the way to the airport?” Nick offered, he wanted know about this angel as Kenny kept calling her and he knew Matt and Brandon wanted to know too.

The four finished checking out of their rooms and headed to the car more than ready to hear their best friend gush about his angel.

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Milk & Honey 3

Werebear Bjorn x Lovisa (ofc)

Words: 5,248

Warnings: gif showing bears fighting and I do describe some the fight, but not in a gore way (we love animal here ok, none were harmed in this *fictional* werebear fight), injuries and cleaning wounds post fight, brief mention of blood, sexual content via longing, vibes, feelings some self- pleasure and the Bear in Bjorn getting more aggressive and needy. Mention of werebear rut.

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That same night, September 22nd

Pacing inside the upstairs bedroom, Lovisa fights the urge to look. She can hear them fighting, and there's even this weird feeling stirring deep inside of her. The closest thing she can compare it to is feeling worried, not so much for herself, but for Bjorn.

Yet, it’s deeper than that. Almost as if she’s known him forever and is more concerned with his safety than she should be, he is just a stranger after all. Part of her wants to run outside, to help somehow. Though her logical self knows there is no way she stands a chance, not in-between two massive bears.

From the one peak she snuck before coming here, she could see the brown bear emerge from the woods, a big guy at about 400 pounds or so. The last thing she saw was Bjorn transforming from his humanoid bear form to full on bear. In this form, he's every larger, a hulking thick brown bear at about 600 something pounds if she had to guess. A monster of a beast, in all forms. Lovisa was far from an expert on bears, but from the look of him alone, she suspects Bjorn is a Grizzly.

Standing in front of the drawn curtains, she reaches out to open them, then stops herself. The sound of growls, chomps and bawling make her want to cover her ears. She’s never heard anything like it before. The deep roars set the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. The intense fight outside vibrates through the small cabin.

Heading downstairs, Lovisa slowly opens one of the curtains, and takes a look. The bears are on their hind legs, locked into a death grip as they sink their teeth into each other. Bjorn has the advantage, the smaller bear is pressed under his weight, closer to the ground. The sounds coming from them sends an earthquake of terror though her body. She leans back, to horrified to watch but can’t look away.

She’s never seen anything so massive, so primal, so visceral as this and its terrifying. The smaller bear tries to release itself from Bjorns grip, but Bear-Bjorns' jaw remains locked into the side of its body. Thankful for the cover of night, and the dim light of the cabin porch she can’t see the blood coming from the wounds but with Bjorn death grip, she’s sure it's nasty.

Bjorn releases his bite. The smaller bear continues to growl and snarl with a slightly lowered head. Bjorn stays on top of him, close, watching, growling, ready to chomp. The deep rumble of their growls intensifies and for a second, the other bear seems to back off. It takes two steps back while keeping an eye on Bjorn, drool dripping from its mouth as it does.

The smaller bear stands again and swipes a massive paw at Bjorn who relates with a hard hit. Bjorn sinks his teeth in the side of the bear's shoulder, angrily clawing and ripping at its fur. The two stand on their back legs as they fight, two massive bodies wrestling, a battle of instinct, will, and raw power.

The smaller bear grows and tries forcing Bjorn off, but nothing works, the longer they struggle, the deeper Bjorn wounds it. This is wild. This is primal. This is a pure instinct to defend and survive. A look into nature she could never imagine before. Bjorn forces the smaller bear to the ground and continues his assault, the smaller bear losing all chances of gaining an upper hand.

The sounds become something she can't describe in words, mixed with heavy breathing as tufts of hair continue flying in the hair. In a second, the fight is over. Bjorn releases the smaller bear. After it rises to its feel, it walks backwards, slowly, its head lowered. Bjorn stands on his back legs, breathing heavily and watching the other bear retreat in defeat.

In complete awe of what she’s just seen, Lovisa remains frozen at the window. Bear-Bjorn doesn’t turn around until the other bear is gone. The massive animal looks back at her and she can feel his eyes on her, touching some deep part of her.

Bear-Bjorn proceeds to makes his way around the property and surrounding trees, re-scenting them to claim his territory. Even when he’s out of sight, she can hear a deep rumbling roar from him and it feels like some kind of call, a warning to any other who dare try to challenge him or come after her.

Unable to sit still, Lovisa leaves the house just as Bear-Bjorn reaches the walkway. She can see he’s injured, but not as bad as the other bear. Then his voice comes to her mind,

“I can heal through shifts. I’m fine.”

Before her eyes Bjorn shifts to the humanoid bear. In this form. He's a massive mix of man and bear. Bjorn huffs and stays in this state for a moment before shifting to human. Lovisa steps closer, seeing wounds and scratches on his body. They look more like day old wounds instead of fresh ones.

“Injuries from humans can heal on the spot." his voice is deeper than usual, huskier. "From other werebears and lycanthropes, it’s slower. This will be gone in a few days.” Bjorn watches her closely as her eyes move over his wounds. She hovers her hand over his chest but doesn't touch him. The heat of his body and something about just watching him fight a bear, for her, sets her body on fire and her mind is dizzy with desire.

The fire in her, mixed with the high of battle is causing a volcanic reaction inside of Bjorn. The rise of his cock as they stand so close quickly gets her attention. He wants her. Needs her. He needs to be deep inside of her, claiming her as his.

Lovisa gasped softly and took a step back. All of him is - big, and thick. Her head becomes further clouded and she forces herself to take two more steps away from him.

“Um,” she diverted her eyes, trying her best to not look at his naked Herculean body and throbbing cock. “I know it’s very human of me, but I feel like we should clean your wounds or something - I don't know - “she trails off and swallows. Her body is betraying her. It wants to move closer to him. The image of Bjorn taking her, right here, right now under the moon flashes in her mind as moisture pools between her legs.

Have her.

Take her.

She wants you as bad as you want her

This is fate.

Take her! She’s yours.

The bear in him is wild now, loud, excited from victory, and awakened further by her desire for him. He could feel it, sense it, smell it. Bjorn imagines himself grabbing her roughly and pinning her to the ground. Fucking her right here under the moon as their cries of passion fill the woods, reaching as far as his peaceful plot of land closer to the mountains.

He takes a step closer to her, he knows he’s capable of this. He could take her with ease. And finally satiate his burning desire. But the human in him takes pause. Yes, she wants him, but she’s also hesitant, worried, afraid, freaked out - was claiming her right now worth losing her forever? As painful as it is getting to wait for Lovisa to be ready, it would hurt more if she hated him, if she rejected him and kept herself from him forever.

Bjorn growls angrily and takes a step back. Still not looking at him, Lovisa keeps her eyes on the ground and heads to the house.

“I’ll get the first aid kit. If you want it.” She says quickly and rushes inside.

Lovisa is inside the house for about 5 minutes before Bjorn enters. She continues to set the items on the table and listens to him come closer from behind. Lovisa pulls out a chair, “sit.”

Bjorn takes a seat as he stares at her.

Lovisa’s eyes drift from the table to Bjorns massive body in the human sized wooden chair. Her gaze moves down his chiseled chest, the dirt and sweat covering him only adds to his sex appeal. Dipping lower, her eyes land on his strong thick thighs, spread apart is a relaxed position. His previously hard cock is now soft. She wonders if that's why he took so long to enter the house.

Lovisa sucks in a breath and stands Infront of him. Trying to ignore what's happening between their bodies, the searing heat brings beads of sweat to her skin and thins the air in the room.

Bjorn watches closely as she cleans the healing wound on his chest. His mate keeps her eyes downcast, focused on the task at hand. This is nice. Being cared for like this.

He could stop her; she didn’t really need to do this. The wounds were already 50% healed and any scars will be gone fully in three days. But her touch is soft, attentive, and she’s so close to him - so warm.

The bear inside of him is pounding, begging for release. He took the edge off outside, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. There is only so much his hands could do. The blazing fire inside of him only has one solution, her.

Captivated by his mate, Bjorn doesn’t say a word as Lovisa moves from one wound to another, tenderly cleaning away debris and disinfecting them. Her eyes have yet to meet his own, and Bjorn so desperately wants her to, he needs to look into her honey brown eyes. But she denies him of such pleasure and avoids his lingering intense stare.

Bjorn briefly thinks about using his bear charm. Even though Lovisa is human, she’s his mate, and she feels what he feels. The connection between Werebear and mate has a hypnotic element and if he allowed himself to, he could tilt her in the right direction, in the direction that leads her to his bed, to his home, to carry his pups.

But Bjorn doesn’t want to deceive her. Not her. Not his mate.

Lovisa finishes the last visible wounds and takes a step back. “All done.”

Bjorn grabs her wrist; her eyes finally meet his. “I don't expect it to be easy with you,” Bjorn pauses, listening to her pulse, letting her scent intoxicate his senses, “you don't think I'm crazy anymore, do you?” He continues holding her wrist.

“No, not really.”

Bjorn takes a moment to reply. His eye contact feels too intense. Lovisa looks away.

“Good, then we’re getting somewhere.” Bjorn stands tall, he presses his body against hers. “I need a shower.”

Lovisa clears her throat and points to the left. “Down the hall, far left.” Bjorn doesn’t step away, not yet. Using his free hand, he slips two fingers under her jaw and raises her head until their eyes meet.

“It’s safe now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Bjorn,” she pauses, “I am thankful for what you did. I mean, trying to figure this out is enough. I don’t need some horny werebear wanting to bang me on top of all that. So, thank you. But I have to - just because that happened it doesn’t mean I’m giving myself to you, or anything like that.”

A smirk appears on Bjorns lips. He leans in closer until his breath tiggled her ear. “As much as I want to fuck you right now until the sun comes up, I won’t push myself on you.” He leans back, they make eye contact. “Besides, you suddenly offering yourself up would be - out of character.”

Lovisa nibbles the inside of her cheek. No words come to her lips, no responses. Only the fire raging in her body and her logical mind trying the best it can to set boundaries.

Bjorn suddenly releases her wrist and heads for the hallway. Lovisa stepped back and gripped the top of the chair, to balance herself. Bjorn glances at her over his shoulder. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“I don’t recall extending an invite.”

Bjorn smirks and heads down the hallway.

As Bjorn is in the shower, Lovisa busies herself getting ready for bed. Not that she’s tired, far from it. But she didn’t have anything else to do except sit up all night or, fuck Bjorn. But since she was trying to avoid the latter, going to bed seemed like the best option.

Almost everything in her wanted to submit to him, to give into this passion and lose herself in their lust. But something inside of her resists. She doesn’t know him. He came out of nowhere. And, from the sound of it, this whole mate thing sounds like she is bound to him forever and that’s a lot to deal with. What if she fucks this man then has to stay with him? What kind of life would she be signing herself away to?

The desire in her body is overwhelming, but the fear of losing herself, her life, and her independence give her serious pause. She never even dreamed of marriage because she didn't want to be bound to someone legally. How could she jump from fierce independence to popping out some Werebears babies and living out the rest of her days deep in the woods?

Once Bjorn is out, she finds him in the kitchen. He took some food from the fridge and is eating. He’s still very naked.

“Do you want a blanket? A pillow?” She asked, her eyes fixed on his own, so they don’t drift to other places.

“Don’t need it. The couch is too small. I’ll sleep outside.”

“Won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Not in bear form.” He takes a big bite of the sandwich, chews then swallowed. “Besides, I can’t be in the house with you. I’m going into rut very soon. I can’t hold it back any longer. The bear may take over.”

In rut? She’s heard the term before in werewolf stories. “Ohhhh.”

“In reaction to me, you’re in a heat cycle.”

She takes a few steps into the kitchen. “How is that even possible? I’m not - I’m just human.”

“Mate bond.” He replied simply before taking another bite.

Lovisa rubs the back of her neck. “Well, I'll put some sheets and a pillow on the couch anyway. It is too small for you, but, if you bend your knees, you could make it work…” She takes a step backward. Bjorn continues eating, his eyes connect with hers. “Goodnight Bjorn.”

He doesn’t say anything in return. She can feel his frustration, even across the room. Still, she respects his self-control. Lovisa leaves and returns briefly to do as promised. She sets the items on the couch and quickly makes her way upstairs.

An hour ticks by, then another, then another, and sleep still doesn’t come. Needing relief, Lovisa quietly, or what she thought was quietly, pleasured herself. But with super hearing, Bjorn could hear all of it, every breath, every whisper, every whimper and the bear in him almost broke free, he almost made it up the stairs to take her, to quench her deep thirst.

Then, he had to remind himself what could happen if he took this route, and what losing her could be like. With deep frustration, he went back down the steps and returned to the little couch. It became too much to be this close and not able to do anything about it. So, Bjorn elected to sleep outside the front door in bear form.

Curling up by the door, Bjorn watched the night sky for a moment and could feel a whimper deep in his chest. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this, but the human in him could keep trying. He wanted to do this right, losing her, or scaring her wasn’t worth the instant pleasure it would give him to just take what he wants. Lovisa strikes him as the type to make his life hell if he just abducted her and carried her off to the deep woods against her will. When he finally takes her home, he wants Lovisa to be happy, complacent, to want to be there with him.

Still unable to sleep, Lovisa feels an overpowering need to be next to Bjorn. Before her mind could analyze it, she found herself descending the stairs and finding her living room empty. Going outside, she sees Bear-Bjorn laying there. He almost looks sad and it makes her feel sad too.

“Neither of us can sleep huh?” She sits on the ground next to him. Bjorn’s brown bear eyes meet hers, but he doesn’t lift his head off the ground. “You can't speak like this, can you...”

It’s intimidating, being this close to a massive predator. Fear rises in her along with a sense of comfort. Slowly raising her hand, she gently touches the space between his ears.

“You’re so big and round and deadly - but look really cuddly too.”

Bjorn raises his head and pushes his wet nose against her hand.

Lovisa smiles, “I’m sure you know I'm terrified right now. I’ve never been this close to a bear…” she raises her shaky hand and pets his head, letting her hand stay longer this time. Bear-Bjorn leans into it and makes a sweet vibrating sound akin to a purr.

The whole exchange feels so personal, so emotional. Lovisa doesn’t know why, but she lays her head on him. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Not too soon after, she falls asleep.

Bjorn carefully lays her on the ground so he can shift back to human form. He picks her up and tucks in bed. As Bjorn gazes at her, his sleeping mate snug under the covers, he wants so badly to climb in with her, to hold her. It hurts his heart to be away from her, to continue being patient and wait. But he knows he has to. Bjorn takes one more look at her before exiting the room and closing the door.

Morning, September 23rd

When Lovisa woke in the morning, the savory scent of homemade breakfast aroused her senses. Maple syrup, fresh coffee, apples and pancakes. Lovisa rose from the bed, took a quick shower and got dressed.

Entering the kitchen, she smiles as Bjorn sets everything on the table. She also noticed he’s dressed.

“Where’d you get that?”

“I have clothes hidden all over the woods.”

“Safer than cooking naked.” Bjorn smiled at her comment as he set the cut apples on the table. “I never smelled apples so - fully before like - someone making apple pie, that I can smell but actual apples? My senses feel more - sensitive.”

“You animal senses are growing.” He slides a chair back for her. She takes a seat. “I know you have questions.”

“I have a ton of questions. I’m still freaked out but…” she trails off, eyeing the delicious breakfast, “you made all this?”

“Yes.” he sits across from her.

“Wow…if I wake up like this one more time, I might get spoiled.” She flashes a grin at him and puts her hair up in a bun. “I want to know about all of it. Werebears, this mate thing, what this means…I’ll listen and not run away. Promise.”

Bjorn grins and she can see a lightness in his blue eyes.

Breakfast is delicious and the talk is insightful. It’s the most she’s ever heard Bjorn speak and afterwards Lovisa feels a mix of clarity and confusion. Clarity because she knows about werebears, she knows about their nature and the lore. Clarity because she now knows exactly what the mate thing means, what it feels like for him and what is expected of her as a mate. She understands humans can be werebear mates and it actually happens pretty often. She also feels confused because of what it means for her, if she was to give in to this.

After the conversation, Lovisa left the house and went outside to think. She found a nice spot by the stream and sat on the ground. In her small bag she brought some water, another sweater, and her journal. The setting is peaceful, and by all accounts would normally be an instant calming force. But not right now. Her mind is heavy, so is her heart.

With Bjorns super sight, he could see her from the window in the back room. His mate, seated on the ground and staring off at the water. On one hand, he understands her turmoil. This is a lot to digest and accept for anyone, especially a human.

This would be easier with another werebear

But Bjorn knows from experience that this isn't necessarily true. He had a werebear mate and they parted ways. She didn’t stay. He hasn’t talked to or seen her in 20 years, but from what he understands, she’s happy with a were-family of her own, way up North.

Bjorn’s heart, human and bear, doesn't think he can handle another rejection. It took him 20 years to even open up again, to believe he could have this. The solitude he loved and wanted so much has grown old, tired, meaningless without a mate.

If Lovisa rejects him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do, or how he’ll take it. Would he go rogue? Shut down forever? Would he just toss her over his shoulder and drag her up to his home anyway? This is the most patient Bjorn has ever been, about anything in his life and it was wearing dangerously thin.

…

When Lovisa returns to the house, two hours have passed by. She finds Bjorn seated on the couch, he’s so large it looks tiny beneath him.

“Bjorn,” Lovisa sits across from him in the chair. “I need time to think about all this. Real time. Not just 2 hours. I need a few days.”

“Days?” Bjorn’s face tenses.

“Today is Monday. How about we talk on…Friday?”

The bear in Bjorn growls and scratches at the surface. That’s too long! Days? I can’t wait that long.

When Bjorn remains silent, despite the turbulence in his eyes, she asks again for more time, even softer than before. “Bjorn, I need this.”

The blue in his eyes darkens until they're almost black, a flicker of blue remains in his irises. Her gaze fell to his hands, their clenched into fists. His whole body is tense.

“Bjorn?” She calls his name softly, it's almost a whisper.

Bjorn stands abruptly and heads to the door.

“Hey, hold up, Bjorn - “She jumps up and follows him. When Lovisa grabs his arm, he jerks away from her. “Bjorn?”

“If that’s what you want.” he forces himself to say between gritted teeth.

Before she can say anything else, Bjorn opens the door and goes outside. By the time she decides to follow him, he’s nowhere in sight.

…

2 days later (Wednesday) September 25th

Lovisa tries to focus on writing. Not the longing inside of her for Bjorn. Not the coldness in her bones since he walked out of the door. Not the lingering sadness in her heart at his absence. Everything she writes, she hates, and deletes it.

After leaving his mate, Bjorn attempted to focus on building. He’d been working on an extension to his home for the last few months, two more rooms and a small hallway, plus a medium size shed left of the house. A separate one from the ones he already has.

At first, he didn’t know what he was building these for. But the moment he caught Lovisa’s scent and saw her face, Bjorn knew this was for his mate, for his future pups. His place is already large, still more room never hurt, and it felt good working on something so important. He’d offer the shed to her as her writing place. Her private sanctuary to create.

For the first day, he stays as active as possible to suppress his anger, his sadness, his frustration. It helps, a little. He reminds himself he just has to get to Thursday. But on day two, Bjorn wakes in a terrible mood and while working on the shed, his raging anger takes over and he tears it all down, destroying his work.

…

3 days later (Thursday) September 26th

After her trip to town, Lovisa returns to the cabin and drops off the art supplies. Since writing isn’t working, she hopes crafting will. She’s desperate for anything that will get her mind off Bjorn, off the heat in her body, off the cold-like symptoms she’s having though she knows she’s not sick.

She still doesn’t have an answer and doesn’t feel any better since Monday. She knew, when meeting Bjorn tomorrow, he would expect a decision. Hoping a hike may help, she changed her clothing and decided to take the higher trail and go deeper in the woods.

It’s a beautiful hike but does nothing to calm the storm inside of her. Lovisa decided to take it for what it’s worth, and just savor the hike. Impressed by how far she’s gotten she stops at one point to look out at the landscape.

Now only if I could write my fucking book. She thought to herself.

She opened her backpack and took out the camera. Taking photos seems to be the only thing she can get right these days. A writer who can’t write but she was capturing some gorgeous shots of this land.

After taking a few photos, Lovisa looks ahead of her, and contemplates hiking further, it was really dense up here and narrow, not as easy to navigate as the trail about 45 minutes before. Deciding it’s not with the risk, she puts her camera back and heads the way she came, using a thick fallen branch as a stabilizing aide.

Admiring the cypress trees, Lovisa listens to the calming sound of water. She spotted the river before, and saw it on the map but, but she’s never been on this part of it. Feeling pulled to it, she makes a detour and followed the sound of the water.

The closer she gets to the water, a sense of calm finally meets her, soothing her senses little by little. Maybe this is what she needs, to spent time with the water. Lovisa moves between the dense trees and freezes in place.

The sight of the brown bear ignites fear in her, at first, until Bjorns scent hits her nose and something deep in her gut says, it’s him, it’s Bjorn. The bear swims a little closer to where she is and transforms before her eyes. Bjorn, now in human form, pops his head and torso above the water.

The red-hot lust she’s been trying to suppress rushes back full force. There is he is, before her, large, broad, wet. Her brain short circuits. Lovisa says nothing and just stares as he gets out of the water.

Bjorn stands in front of her, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he catches his breath. He hoped he wasn’t imagining this, he smelled her, and not in the phantom way her scents been with him. He’s smelled her for the last hour and here she is, close enough to touch, to grip, to kiss -

“Have you decided?” Bjorn asked.

“N-no. Everything inside of me is so - jumbled. I can't think straight. I know I'm making you wait. Put yourself in my shoes, Bjorn. All of this is a lot.”

Though he remains stoic before her, the bear inside of him is on the edge. Annoyed, lonely, horny, agitated. Lovisa sees the first sign of this as he presses his lips tight into a grimace.

Taking Bjorns silence as a sign he’s sorting this out, she takes a breath and says, “have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?”

Bjorn looks at her, slowly dragging his eyes over her face, her lips, the length of her neck. A neck he can’t wait to sink his teeth into and bite. “A little.” He has plenty of food at his place, food to last for three winters if needed. But he was so frustrated he went for a swim instead of eating lunch.

“I tend to stress bake. It’s a weird habit I developed in grad school…I made muffins. This morning. And a pie, apple.” She studies his eyes. “I have regular food too.”

Bjorn walks a few steps away from her and unearths a bag from under a large rock, a rock he lifts with ease. In the bag, he pulls out some clothes and shoes, then proceeds to get dressed.

…

The hike back was quiet, and every so often Bjorn would reach out to help steady her or help her over difficult terrain. Lovisa admitted to herself how nice this feels, how warm and blossoming it feels when he’s next to her. The minor cold symptoms seem to disappear.

Neither of them talks much. Maybe it was a way to show him some affection by offering food, but Lovisa was glad she ran into him and happy to feed him. As Bjorn sat at the table and ate, she warmed up both the muffins and cake, not sure which one he wanted.

Drawn to the muffins, she spread some jam on one, and honey on the other. As she bites into one, Bjorn walks over and stands next to her at the counter. Lovisa is facing the counter, and Bjorn has his back to it, his body angled toward her. He’s standing close, almost shoulder to shoulder.

When Lovisa lifts the muffin with honey to her lips, Bjorn leans forward and takes a big bite.

“Really?” She chuckles as he takes another. “Oh my god its almost gone, just take it.”

Bjorn laughs and takes the rest of the muffin. Humming as he chews. Lovisa shakes her head at him and slathers some honey on a new muffin, the heat instantly melting the thick blueberry jam.

The sweetness of the blueberries, the aroma of apple pie and his mate's scent is dizzying to Bjorns senses. Lovisa places the muffin on a small plate and hands it to him, Bjorn inches closer, the bear in him gnawing, needing, wanting.

Bjorn picks it up off the plate and takes a bite. Lovia’s eyes fall to his Adam apple as he swallows, another wave of heat moves over her body. She wants to jump into his arms, to kiss him, to tear the clothes off his body.

The lust in her honey brown eyes increases Bjorn’s raging desire. His cock hardens in his sweatpants, fire burns behind his blue eyes, eyes that remain locked on Lovisa’s.

Bjorn can smell her arousal, and his is showing though his pants, leaving little to imagination, not that she hasn’t already seen all of him. She can feel his desire as well, deep within her own body.

The human and the bear in Bjorn can’t wait any longer. Bjorn needs to have her, to kiss her, to claim her to hear her moan and purr beneath him as he fucks her. Bjorn cups the side of her face with his massive hand and goes in for the kiss.

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F I N A L G I R L | S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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Lip Gallagher X Reader

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Don't mind the suit.

Basically, your having a pool day with the Gallagher family, and Lip finding you more interesting than anything else going on. This is more toward high school era of Lip's life.

Everyone is playing and swimming around in the pool.

”Hey guys you guys should play Knockdown.” Debbie suggests.

”Yes! That would be so much fun. Me and Lip are a team.” Karen grabs Lip’s arm possessively.

”Oh, Me and Y/N!” Ian calls out. The adults played for a little until they decided to start preparing the food. The only teams left were Karen and Lip, Ian and you, and Debbie and Carl. Although Carl tries his best to cheat, he fails to win and loses. You readied yourself on Ian’s muscular shoulder and mutter, ”Wow! Ian you’re ripped. You do lots of exercise for training, right?” as you bend over to look at Ian’s face.

”Yeah. Thanks.” Ian gives a warm smile. Ian’s eyes meet Lip’s jealous eyes and smirks before splashing his face. You guys play and time flies. Before you know it, Kevin is screaming, “Food!” Everyone rushes inside for the 1st grabs at food. You see that some aren’t so lucky like to get he 1st rounds. You spot Debbie and hand her your plate. She smiles at you and you pat her head. She runs off, and you sit in waiting for your turn. Lip sees this interaction and feels his heart warm up. Some more food gets to the table. Carl tries to hog all of it. You almost wouldn’t have had a change if it weren’t for Lip’s interference. Lip slapped Carl upside the head and waved him off before gesturing for you to have at it. You uttered, “Thanks.”

After eating, you headed outside, but you didn’t head back to the pool. Instead, you lay on one of their chairs and closed your eyes. It’s suddenly darker. You open your eyes to see it was Lip, and he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Lying down in the sun, digesting.” Lip laughs at the comment and sits next to you, and he just stares at you. You narrow your eyes slightly and ask him, Is there a problem or something?”

”No! It’s not that. I just thought it was so nice today. Kind of got me thinking about how you're so nice.” Lip admits.

”You must have been through lots of shit to be concerned with my nice.”

“You bet I’ve been through shit. It’s just there so much bad shit that happens, and it’s hard to see and feel nice.”

“I’m sure that’s not 100% true. You have to have at least some happy moments even for a moment. Just because there’s bad shit doesn’t mean you have to become part of it. It’s just how you decide to be. Even though I've got some shitty situations goin on, I still try to be the way I am because I don’t want to end up crappy with the world.” You rambled. Lip hears every word you say and finds your point alluring. He falls into the words you say. He focuses on the way your mouth and facial expression changes with each few words. He can feel the power of your words. When you finish speaking, Lip is left staring at you. ”Sorry. I didn't mean to get into some deep shit or anything. It just happened.”

”It’s fine. I actually enjoyed hearing what you had to say, and I think your right about it all, so don’t go feeling bad about speaking your mind and telling it like it is.” Lip gets close to you as he speaks and puts a hand on your thigh to rub it comforting. You look at his hand then up at him to meet eyes.

”I guess I’ll try.” Are the only words you can think to say while you falls into the blueness of Lips eyes while Lip; meanwhile, Lip does the same as he enjoyed looking in your eyes. Both of you only looking away when a loud cough brings both of yours attention’s back to the world. Both of you snap your eyes to see Ian eyeing both of you. He stands almost guarded and asks, ”You guys coming back or what?“ You give him a sheepish smile and immediately walks ahead of Ian and Lip and go back to the pool with the others, which left Ian to stare at Lip with an expression that Lip can't read. In turn, Lip had to ask, ”What?”, hoping to get some clarity from Ian. However, Ian responds, ”Nothing.”, which left a confused Lip. and walks away. By now it’s around 7:30, Everyone is winding down, hanging out, listening and singing to music. You were in the pool chilling with Ian when Ian gets a text.

”Hey. I've got to go, but I'll be back.“ Ian says getting out of the pool and going inside. As you lay back in the pool, you over hear Karen attempting to persuade Lip to go to the house, but he clearly doesn’t want to as you sit up in the water and see him pull his arm away from her. You almost laugh out as you see Karen’s responds is to put and ask, “Lip why don't you want to go?” His eyes snap over to you for a second. It was so fast you’d miss it, but you knew he’d looked at you. The intensity of the glance making you look down as you await his next words, which were, ”I just don't want to. If you want it badly, call someone else up or just go home if you want.” He said it with some annoyance and that surprised you. Karen huffs out and states, ”Fine. I will go home and call up someone with a really big dick.” with a smirk on her face, and she stomps off like a child to grab her things and exit the Gallagher house. Lip walks over to you as he scratches the back of his neck and says, “Sorry about that.” You shrug and reply, “Shit happen. There’s no reason to apologize to me...I mean...” You trail off with an idea popping of in your head. You hold back your smile as you resume serious and say, “I should be the one whose sorry bec-”

“You sorry? Don’t be. You have nothing to do with that. I mean, yes, I have feelings for you, but you aren’t apart of me not wanting Karen...” He lays both his hand on the pool rim firmly. You stand and laugh out. Lip looks to you and wears a small innocent grin along with his confused expression to ask, “Are you seriously laughing at the confession?” You tap his chest with your palm gently and utter, “No. It’s not that.”

“Then, what?”

“I was just gonna say that while you and Karen angrily discussed that I really wanted to laugh. She looks so funny, and you were so annoyed. It was hilarious.“

“Oh?” He really analyzes the situation at hand as exclaims, “Oh!” You nod and say, “Yeah.”

“Guess I didn’t need to cut you off like that.”

“Don’t sweat it. We can forget it.”

“Not letting me die of embarrassment? How kind.”

“I try.” You say and splash back into the water a bit. He smiles and looks around before asking,” Where’s your best friend, Ian?”

“He went to take a call or somethin. It’s whatever.” He crosses his arms before leaning down against the railing, so he could rest his chin on them. He look the cutest not to mention the muscles, but you tried to shake off the thoughts. He starred at you for a second too long and stated, “There’s something I’ve definitely learned since being around you.”

“What might that be?”

“Your always alone. I always seem to find you alone.” You swim up to him and get close to answer and tease, ”Maybe you that think that because you're always looking for me.” He quirks an eyebrow at you before moving his head a little more forward towards yours. You move your head back startled. He smirks and yells, “Geronimo!” before launching himself from the railing and floor into the pools. You dive down and open your eye sunder water to see him right above you. You swim back up to the surface, and Lip follows after. He burst out laughing as soon as he catches his breathe, so it’s your turn to be confused. However, you shake the confusion off and hit him a bit and admit, “You scared me.” He stops laughing and says, “You should of seen your face.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To one up you. I mean you’re so so right.” He trials off and moves closer toward you, which leads to your back against the pool. “I do find myself looking at you...at you. I can’ seem to help it.” I mean that in the most not creepy way though.” The seriousness in his voice catches you off guard more than the behavior since he’s always such a smartass and or sarcastic just anything but serious with you. The only words to utter are, “I-You-Well…” He gives a small grin followed by the words, “Cat got your tongue?“ The next thing you know water is splashed on your face. You look toward him and splash back, and you both stay that way contently.

Hope your day got better!

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neutral, chap. 4 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after waking from a taunting nightmare, tommy expels some late night energy on some wandering mobs. you give him another lesson about taking care of himself, even when working hard, and tommy asks if you’ll teach him archery, which, of course, doesn’t go without entertainment.

warnings nightmares, mob killing

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he was running again. he didn’t know where or from what, but his legs carried him far and strongly, weaving him through trees and grass and other obstacles along the way. he didn’t know how in danger he was, but he wasn’t going to stop and find out.

then he tripped.

when he flipped onto his back, it was that goddamn mask staring down at him, the lips just under it laughing, “you’re so weak, tommy! did you do anything while you were in neutral?” then his axe came down and tommy braced himself for the pain and release of death.

he woke up instead.

sweating under his covers, tommy sucked in a harsh breath as he sat up. he threw the soft cotton off of him, running a warm hand down his face. it was just a dream; he was safe in neutral.

looking out of the window next to him, he saw the moon still high in the sky, casting a cool light into his bedroom. dream’s words rang through his head like a bell, and he rubbed at his temples with a sigh. was he actually getting weak? was relaxing such a bad thing? at the very least, some part of him must have thought so to conjure a nightmare like that..

with another sigh, tommy lifted himself out of bed and flipped open the ender chest. he drew out his sword before heading to the main floor of the house.

when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice called out to him, “tommy?” his heart nearly stopped for a moment, before peeking into the kitchen and realizing it was just y/n. she sat in candlelight, writing in a small journal with a slice of half-eaten pumpkin pie next to her. “are you alright?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his voice still heavy with sleep. “just gonna go kill some mobs.”

she nodded. she looked tired, and a part of tommy felt bad knowing that she was most definitely going to wait for him to return. “okay. have at it, kid.”

he nodded, turning to leave the kitchen. before he did so, he pursed his lips and looked over his shoulder to y/n. “you should go to bed.”

she gave him a smile, scribbling something down in the small journal. “i will, tommy. just gotta finish this up..” his natural curiosity was drawn to the small book, and he almost asked y/n what she was writing. but then dream’s voice rang through his mind again, and tommy silently headed for the doors of the house.

the night air was refreshing on his warm skin, cool and still as the moon illuminated the frontal beauty of neutral territory. he took a deep, calming breath of that crisp air before focusing on the task at hand: proving to himself that dream was wrong. that dream is always wrong.

after about twenty zombies, ten spiders, countless creepers, and a few endermen, tommy finally felt the burn in his arms become nearly too much to bear. he panted as he struck down one last spider, turning and finally deciding to return back to the comfort of y/n’s home.

he sheathed his sword when he finally entered the house, going straight to the kitchen to see that y/n was still awake and writing in her small journal.

“ready to go to bed?” he asked gruffly.

she looked up slowly before nodding, placing her quill down and capping her ink. “any trouble out there?”

“no,” he spoke, shaking his head. “wrote everything you needed to?” y/n blew out her candle and went to join the boy in the doorway to the kitchen.

“as much as i could, anyway,” she shrugged, smiling lazily as they began to walk toward the stairs. “what was your nightmare about?”

tommy was slightly startled, but a little too tired to react drastically to y/n’s deduction. “how’d you know i had a nightmare?”

“i’ve had them before,” she said simply. “and it seemed natural that you’d expel some energy onto mobs after such a thing.”

“you’re smart,” tommy credited.

“thank you,” y/n yawned.

they continued to climb the stairs in silence as tommy considered his words. “i was being hunted by dream again, but this time you weren’t there to save me. he called me weak and killed me.”

“so you wanted to prove to yourself that despite allowing yourself peace, you didn’t have to sacrifice your strength to get there,” y/n summed.

the boy half-smiled. she was spot on, as always. “exactly,” tommy breathed.

y/n was silent for a moment as she thought. they stopped at the hallway to tommy’s room and it then occurred to tommy’s tired mind that her room was downstairs; she was walking with him because she cared about him.

“honestly, tommy, if this is a real concern for you, then there is no harm in taking time out of your day to work out and train,” y/n spoke. “but the most important thing is to recognize when enough is enough, and when enough becomes too much. you’ve allowed yourself peace and care for the last two weeks, and achieving such a state doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice fighting or training; it just means that you need to be more aware and in tune with yourself as you’re doing it.” tommy nodded.

“don’t overwork yourself, is the summary here,” she said, picking a cobweb off of his shirt. “let yourself do the things you want, but make sure it’s not wearing you down. that’s taking care of yourself.”

“alright,” tommy spoke quietly. “thank you, y/n.”

“of course, kid,” she smiled. “get some sleep, alright? if you have another nightmare you’re free to bother me.” tommy nodded again. “good night, tommy.”

“good night, y/n,” he yawned as she turned to head down to her room. he made sure he heard her door shut before finally heading to his own room.

...

“can you teach me archery?” tommy questioned the next morning at breakfast. it was a question that had bugged him since y/n had first revealed her skills just a few days prior, and since he was going to start training, he figured that might be a good place to start.

“sure,” she chuckled as she scooped some more fruit onto his nearly half-eaten plate of french toast.

“why the laugh?” he questioned through a mouthful of berries.

she shrugged to herself. “your curiosity is showing.”

“i’ve been wondering about it since you took out the mob,” tommy admitted. “if i want to get stronger.. i think this is a good way to.”

“perfecting a skill is the perfect way to get stronger,” y/n voiced. “of course i’ll teach you, kid.” she smiled and he turned back to his breakfast with his own grin. “finish up your food and meet me in the basement; we gotta get you a bow first.”

tommy hadn’t been in the basement of the house yet. he opened the heavy, dusty trapdoor and assumed y/n didn’t go down their often either. he slid down the ladder easily and was immediately hit with heat.

y/n had a welding station upstairs in her shop area, but the basement had a more broad and intense version of that area. several anvils, all cracked and rusted and adorned with different materials were scattered in a sort of pattern amongst the space, a fire burning high in a fireplace at the far side of the room. seeing no sign of y/n, tommy moved to the room to his left.

the next room held a large nether portal, as well as a small farm for netherwart. the dark room felt empty to him, and he had to remind himself that he was in fact in y/n’s house still. he remembered she had said that she didn’t like going to the nether.

“i’m in here, tommy!” she called out. he took another left into a small storage room, where y/n was rustling through a chest. “how tall are you, kid?”

“6’1”,” he answered.

y/n smiled. “you’re a lot taller than i’ll ever be.” she took out a pretty oak bow, slightly scratched and obviously old. “you’ll have to use this for now, until i can make you one that’s your size.” he took the bow from her hands, shrugging.

“it’s fine.”

“good,” she hummed, still shuffling through the chest as tommy took the time to look around the small room.

“what’re the dispensers for?” tommy asked, staring at the wall that held the three stone tools.

“im nothing if not prepared, tommy,” y/n spoke as she took out a quiver and began to fill it with arrows for him. “in case of emergency, those dispensers will set off flares to let others know that im in trouble or that neutral is in danger.”

tommy nodded, still looking at the obviously unused dispensers. “smart.”

“i hope so,” she sighed, handing him the quiver of arrows. he strapped it around himself as she continued, “let’s just hope i never have to use them, yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckled. she gave him a smile, hoisting her bow higher in her grip.

“you ready to shoot some things?”

...

“relax your shoulders,” y/n reminded. tommy did so, his fingers still white with effort against the taut string of the bow. “don’t pull so hard, tommy. you’re shaking.” he sighed as he let the string and arrow go limp, lowering his bow as y/n approached him closer.

it was his second day of archery training, and he was still missing nearly every target. y/n was a calm and collected teacher, offering him advice that was pointed directly for him and reassured him that there was no rush in the learning process. but after missing fifteen or so shots in a row, tommy was getting frustrated.

and it didn’t help with sapnap and george staring at him through the kitchen windows.

“doin’ great, kid,” sapnap encouraged weakly, taking a drink of the lemonade y/n had lovingly prepared for the boys. just watching the older man sip made tommy’s mouth dry, but he was determined to make five shots in a row before taking a break.

tommy glared at the man before turning his gaze back to his mentor. “ignore him, tommy,” y/n spoke gently. “nick couldn’t hit a target if it was three paces away.”

“that’s a lie!”

“im kidding,” y/n laughed, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder and turning him away from the distraction that was sapnap. “but seriously, there’s almost always going to be someone watching when you shoot. the more you can tune them out, the better. just focus on your aim--and make sure your grip is looser. you’re gonna snap that string in no time otherwise.”

“loose grip, focus on aim,” tommy breathed and she patted his shoulder as he turned back to the target ahead of him. he hoisted the bow up slowly and pulled the string back just enough that it wasn’t fully taut. he made sure his aim was a little higher than his target, and released the whizzing arrow. the arrow pierced just outside of the center ring.

“perfect,” y/n smiled. “now, do it again.” and he did, taking another deep breath and allowing himself to focus in on the feel of the rough wood on his fingertips, and the tight string he was pulling. the arrow hit just beside his last. she nodded encouragingly. “keep going.”

tommy could feel his heart start to thump in his chest from the excitement of his accurate aim. he took another calming breath and watched as the arrow lodged closer to the center.

“great aim,” she complimented and he grinned as he pulled another one back, trying to contain his shaking as he aimed. the arrow shot lower than his previous, but on the target nonetheless. “still a good shot. one more?”

“yeah,” tommy nodded, licking his dry lips as he retrieved another arrow from his quiver. heart still thumping with utter excitement and pride at y/n complimentary words, he quickly released the arrow and his smile dropped as the arrow lodged into the ground before the target.

“hey, that’s fine!” y/n assured as tommy groaned and dropped his head. “four in a row is an amazing improvement, tommy. you should take a break and reward yourself.”

tommy sighed, looking to the shameful arrow. “yeah. alright.” he dropped the bow to the ground along with his quiver. he looked to his slightly splintered fingers. “im gonna go.. wash up.”

“alright,” y/n smiled as tommy scampered away. she entered into the open kitchen, smiling at her guests. “you boys doing alright?”

they nodded. “when did you take up parenting, y/n?” george giggled. she rolled her eyes as she went to pour her and tommy their own glasses of lemonade. “no, seriously! you care for that kid a lot, it-it’s not a bad thing!”

she sighed, leaning against her counter as she sipped at her lemonade. “i know you two haven’t always agreed with him in the past, but i think tommy’s a good kid. i like his ethic, and i think he has a lot of potential. but that being said..” she shook her head. “he’s so young.” the boys nodded. “he’s been thrown into such a life of chaos and destruction, and im not saying he’s at all innocent, but.. i think it’s good for him to learn that there’s more to this world than just war and enemies. there’s...”

“neutral,” sapnap finished for her. she let out a laugh.

“yeah, neutral,” she agreed, tapping her fingers against her cold glass. “but, yeah, if teaching him peace and self care is motherly of me..” she shrugged. “then i guess im alright with being a parent.”

“that’s sweet,” sapnap nodded. “i hate it.” the three of them laughed, y/n laying a light slap on the man’s arm before tommy’s voice called out to her.

“y/n! can i have some help?”

“im coming!” she called back, setting down her glass of lemonade.

“go help your poor son,” george teased, resting his head in his hand as he gazed at y/n amusedly. she rolled her eyes.

“behave, you two,” she laughed before leaving the kitchen.

there was a moment of silence before george spoke, “i do think it’s quite sweet how y/n’s taken tommy in. i think it’s good for both of them.”

“you say that now,” sapnap sighed, leaning back in his chair. “but just wait until tommy’s back to feeling 100% and y/n’s going around saying “pog” all the time.”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Trauma Nightmares - Ben Miller (Escape Room)

I believe I will be at least one of the first people to make an x reader for this character, which is like, unacceptable. Ben is a cinnamon roll and deserves more love. Get👏🏻with👏🏻the👏🏻program👏🏻sheeple

! ! ! Spoilers for the Escape Room movies ! ! !

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(my gif)

You awoke to the sound of whimpering.

At first, your thoughts immediately went to your dog, maybe he needed to go out? But as you gained more consciousness, you realized it wasn't your dog at all.

You looked over to see your boyfriend's sleeping form in the dark, but you quickly noticed that something was wrong.

You quickly turned on your bedside lamp, illuminating Ben's face to show you his face contorted in a fearful expression, his eyes shut tightly and his fists clenching. He was whimpering and whispering words that only sounded muffled to you.

He was having another nightmare.

As soon as you saw tears streaming down his face, you gently shook him. "Ben." You said as softly as possible, caressing his face. He woke with a jolt, grabbing you by your shoulders tightly, wildly looking around the room in a panic. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay."

Ben was still tense, but his panicked look calmed when his eyes finally landed on your concerned face. He slowly released the vice grip he had on your shoulders. The tension finally being released made you want to wince, but you stayed quiet because you knew he'd feel awful about hurting you, even unintentionally.

Ben frantically ran his fingers through his tangled hair, exhaling a loud shuddering breath.

You took hold of his hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on his knuckles. "It was just a dream."

Ben frowned, "Yeah..."

It was more than just a dream. It was a memory that was even more fucked up being replicated by his subconscious every time he closed his eyes. There were nights where it wasn't so bad, but it was almost always the same...

Ben was in a large room, every inch decorated in a way that would make you think you were in a rich person's mansion. The walls covered with ornate looking wallpaper, the burning fireplace giving the gold patterns a reflective shine. It felt cramped, fancy furniture filling the room that emitted an old, sweet musk that permeated his nostrils. It might've been a cool place to hang out in, if only he wasn't trying to fight for his life.

The walls were closing in as Ben's mental timer counted down, only seconds away from getting crushed to death along with all the expensive looking and fragile furniture, pieces of splintering wood getting lodged in his skin and shards of glass from the chandelier quickly slicing flesh and making him bleed a bright red.

Ben thought he had gotten all the clues, he could've sworn the code for the door was correct. But the walls didn't stop pushing further and further in. The doors wouldn't open. There was no escape. He could never escape...

But he did. He did escape that wretched Minos building and he was here with you, the sweet scent of your freshly washed hair relaxed him more than you could ever know. Just you sitting with him was enough most of the time, he appreciated you so much.

Ben allowed his eyes to close when he felt your soft skin against his, gently running your thumb across his knuckles. Sometimes he wondered if you were an actual angel sent down to help him overcome his PTSD, it felt like it in moments like these.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You voiced softly.

Ben slightly shook his head. "It's the same as always. There would be no point."

You noticed the sweat stains on his shirt and came up with an idea. "How about I run you a hot bath?"

Ben looked at you. "Why?"

You offered a small smile. "It'll help soothe you." And without another word, you pushed your duvet off and stood on the cool carpet, walking to the joint bathroom without waiting for an answer from Ben.

You turned the valve almost all the way to the left, got water soon flowing out of the faucet and quickly filling up the tub. You stepped back into the room to see Ben blankly staring off into space, most likely thinking about his dream over and over again like he usually does.

You didn't understand what he was going through, because you were never in that type of situation. You were never trapped in those escape rooms, and you hoped you never would. The way Ben described it to you, you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy. You wished you knew exactly what he needed, but alas, you weren't a psychologist and you felt helpless when it came to his nightmares/flashbacks. But you did research soothing techniques for people with PTSD, and it helped some.

Whenever Ben had a horrible nightmare and couldn't escape his own head, he'd allow you to take the lead and you'd try your best to help calm his mind. And tonight, it was a hot bath.

You lead Ben into the bathroom like a toddler, gently undressing him and slowly easing him down to sit in the tub. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a sigh, the hot water feeling like heaven against his skin. But he didn't have to say anything to let you know he wanted you to sit with him, his big green puppy dog eyes were practically begging you.

You quickly undressed, not as gracefully as you undressed Ben, but you soon placed yourself to sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he instinctually relaxed against you, your warm skin proving to be more soothing than the hot water that engulfed the two of you.

You soon entangled your fingers in Ben's long, blonde locks, gently working out the knots from his bedhead and massaging his scalp. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a whiny sigh, feeling the muscles in his back finally untensing in your embrace.

"I hate these fuckin' goddamn nightmares..." Ben voiced.

"I know." You frowned, giving a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I know...I wish I could do more to help you."

Ben turned his head to look at you. "Hey..." He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. "Just being here, with me, is more than enough. I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep my sanity if it weren't for you."

You gently shook your head. "You're strong, Ben. You would be okay."

Ben frowned, turning his head back to stare forward. "I'm not as strong as you think I am."

"You are strong. I wouldn't even survive the stress of a situation like that."

"You'd never know until you were in that place. That was the whole point of that goddamn murder maze. Seeing what someone is capable of when their life is on the line." He huffed, tensing once again at the thought of being back at Minos.

You hugged him tighter, laying your head on his shoulder. "You won't have to deal with that evil place ever again, okay? You're safe now."

Ben chuckled bitterly. "Zoey wants me to fly to Manhattan with her, to try and take down Minos. I don't the universe has much safety in store for me any time soon."

"Ben, I thought we talked about this. You don't have to feel obligated to go with Zoey when you want to move on. It's not your fault if she's still stuck there."

"She saved my life. I owe her everything."

You sighed, you knew you couldn't talk him out of it. Now, life debts, you could understand well enough. Zoey was a sweet girl, a bit intense, but for a good reason. If Ben was going to help her take down Minos, you wanted to help too.

"I'm going with you."

Ben's eyes widened, quickly shaking his head, turning around in the tub to face you. "No. No, you can't. It's too dangerous. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

"And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad happened to you. If you're going, I'm going too, and you can't talk me out of it."

"Y/n..."

"I love you, Ben. And I'll be damned if I don't do anything I can to help you." You finally snapped.

Ben blushed, his lip trembling slightly as tears built up his in eyes once again. "I don't want you to go through what I had to. Minos is run by psychopaths and they'll do anything to people for money. I just want you to be safe, at any cost...I've never felt that way about someone before..."

You smiled softly, leaning towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks before fully connecting your lips with his. "As long as we're together," You started once you pulled away, "I believe we'll be okay."

Ben finally nodded, enveloping you in a tight hug and releasing a shaky sigh. "I hope so..."

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Ben is my boy, he is very precious so me😊

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baby makes three

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pairing: colin bridgerton x fem!reader (this is for the 3 anons who wanted to see a similar situation with colin being a father!)

summary: snapshots of colin throughout your pregnancy with your first child

warnings: pregnancy

words: 1.7k

a/n: this is the story that kept disappearing in my drafts, but it has reappeared, which is why I’m posting 2 stories back to back! 😂anyway, this is such a sweet thought, and I adored writing it! hopefully it doesn’t seem too choppy, I just thought it would be interesting to write little snippets of colin and yourself preparing to be parents! (as well as some fluff once the baby is born!) anyway, please let me know what you think, and have a lovely day!

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the announcement

“You’re what?”

“Pregnant, Colin.” you repeated, unable to keep the smile off your face. “And you’re going to be the most wonderful father!”

Immediately, Colin’s face morphed from one of disbelief to pure joy in a matter of seconds before he shot forward and wrapped you up in his arms. His laughter and lightheartedness was infectious, and your heart swelled at his reactions. A gasp of surprise left your lips as he spun your around before setting you back down and placing a chaste kiss against your lips.

Growing up in the Bridgerton family, Colin always knew that he wanted a large family of his own one day. The day he had met you, he knew you were the one for him, and from that day he had imagined starting a family with you. Now, those dreams were coming to fruition, and neither of you could be happier.

Once recovered, Colin quickly got down on his knees and lovingly placed a kiss to your covered stomach, staring up at you with intense love and devotion in his eyes. You reached down and carded your hand through his thick, chestnut locks, thinking how lucky you were to have someone like Colin in your life.

“Hello, little bean.” he whispered sweetly. “I cannot wait to meet you, so you just stay safe and keep growing in there until it’s time.” Colin instructed, pulling a laugh from your lips.

“Little bean?” you questioned the nickname for your unborn child.

Colin shrugged with a sheepish smile. “Well, we don’t know if we are to have a son or a daughter, so I shall call our precious gift ‘little bean’ for the time being.” he explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well this little bean and myself love you dearly, Colin.” you praised, smiling down at your husband.

“And I, the both of you.” he vowed, offering your stomach one more kiss before standing up, unable to keep his lips away from yours.

5 months

Colin beamed as he watched you walk into the drawing room and sat down, admiring the glow that you seemed to radiate. The months were passing quickly, and now that there was a visible bump it made your situation feel all the more real. Of course, you had received so much love and support from not only Colin, but the rest of his family, especially the women who had already experienced a pregnancy of their own. It warmed your heart to know you were not alone in this endeavor.

“Oh!” you suddenly gasped, quickly setting your teacup down and rubbing your stomach where you felt a slight discomfort.

“Is everything alright, love?” Colin asked as he rushed to your side. “Do we need to call for the doctor? My mother?” he listed, worry glazing over his eyes as he hovered, waiting for your instruction.

The movement repeated and with your hand rested over your bump, you smiled, realizing what had just happened. “No, no, everything is perfect.” you whispered, lost in wonder and awe.

“Then what is it?” Colin inquired, still concerned and needing answers.

Wordlessly, you grabbed his hand and rested it on your stomach, moving it around for a few seconds before pressing down. Colin was about to protest further until he felt the same sensation you did just moments before and his eyes widened at the spot his hand rested on. His eyes then flicked up to meet yours, and neither of you could contain the joy you felt.

“That’s our little bean in there.” he whispered, voice shaky and eyes misty.

“That it is.” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the moment, though you let out a small giggle when you felt the baby kick again.

“She’s going to be just as beautiful as her mother.” he said.

“She?” you questioned. “What happened to little bean?”

“Oh, she’s still our little bean, but I just have a hunch that we’re going to have a daughter to love and spoil.” Colin said, pulling you into your side and soothingly rubbing his hand up and down your bump, and that is where the two of you stayed for the rest of the afternoon.

8 months

The further along in your pregnancy you were, the more you found it difficult to sleep, tossing and turning as your child constantly kicked against your stomach. Luckily, Colin was always there to help you and even stayed awake with you on those restless nights. However, one night when sleep was achieved quite easily, you found yourself awakening to Colin’s soft voice. It only took a moment to realize he was talking to your baby, so you kept your eyes closed and your breath even, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

“I can’t wait until I can hold you in my arms, little bean.” he whispered to your belly, hand supporting his one hand while the other ever so gently rested on your stomach. “You’re mother and I cannot wait for you to be in our lives, and you’re going to be so spoiled between your mother and I and all your aunts and uncles.”

It was difficult to hold in a laugh as you imagined Colin’s words to be true. The two of you were eager to start your family, and the rest of the Bridgerton clan always enthusiastically welcomed another niece or nephew to dote upon.

“Speaking of your mother,” Colin continued. “we are so lucky that she is in our lives. I know that this has been difficult for her, but you have been blessed with the best mother. We’ll both have to love and appreciate her as much as possible.”

By that point, it was exceedingly difficult to keep your act up as you felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. How were you so lucky to have such a caring and attentive man like Colin in your life? It seemed as though your baby had been listening and agreed with Colin because right after he spoke, another sharp kick could be felt.

“Are you giving your mother trouble, little bean?” he asked, brows furrowed as he awaited another kick. “What did I just say about being kind to your mother? It is not nice to kick her that hard, especially at night.” he reprimanded in the gentlest voice. “Even if she is pretending to be asleep.” he added with a smug grin, looking up to meet your eyes.

Sheepishly, you looked down at your husband. “How did you know I was awake?” you asked, curious as to what it was that gave you away.

“I could feel your small laugh earlier on.” he admitted, and shifted his body so that he was face to face with you instead of your stomach. “But I truly meant every word I spoke.” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips.

When you pulled away, you couldn’t stop the tears that ran down your cheeks, moved by the love Colin always gave you. “I’m so lucky to be doing this with you by my side. You are going to be the best father, Colin.” you told him, your voice watery but sincere.

Colin gently brushed away your tears and kissed the spots where tear tracks had been left behind as he entwined your hand with his. “I think I am the lucky one, love.” he countered, and curled into your side for the rest of the night.

birth

The moment you went into labor, Colin was there to hold your hand while sending out for the midwife and doctor as well as his mother. When the doctor tried to shove him out of the room, Colin held his ground and demanded that he be allowed to stay by his wife’s side; he was not about to leave you to fend for yourself at this hour. Hesitantly, the doctor granted his request, and you sighed a breath of relief, as Violet smiled to herself at the sight, her heart warmed at how dedicated the two of you were to each other.

Hours later, filled with blood, sweat, and tears, you were propped up in your bed, gently holding your daughter in your arms. It was a tender scene between yourself, Colin, and y/d/n. Colin held you in arms and kissed the top of your head while gently stroking his daughter’s cheek with his thumb. It felt surreal that you child was now here and that your family had grown to three.

“She’s beautiful.” you said, voice barely above a whisper, unable to tear your eyes from your daughter.

“Just like her mother.” Colin responded, squeezing you a bit tighter. “Thank you, y/n.” he suddenly said, causing you to look up at him.

“Whatever for?” you asked.

Colin took a moment to collect his thoughts before he spoke. “For starting our family, for being so strong to support our daughter until she was ready to meet us, for making me so incredibly happy every single day.” he listed over, each one more passionate than the last.

It was already an emotional day, and you didn’t think your heart could feel any more full, but as usual, Colin found a way to prove you wrong. “I love you so much.” you told him, and he leant his head down to rest against yours as the two of you spent the next couple hours admiring the newest addition to your family.

Later that night, Colin found that he could not sleep, the excitement and adrenaline of the previous day’s events still coursing through his veins. Carefully, he untangled himself from your embrace and padded over to the bassinet in the corner of your room where your daughter slept. He knelt down next to her and simply watched as she slept her first night. A few minutes later, your daughter opened her eyes and met Colin’s gaze.

“Hello there, little bean.” he whispered, not wanting to frighten her or wake you up. “I just want to let you know that I love you so, so much, and I’m always going to be here to protect you.” Colin promised as he offered a finger for your daughter to grab a hold of with her tiny hand, ready for everything the future would bring.

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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Teaching a Moderately Old Dog New Tricks • S.B

(Gif not mine)

Request: could you do a older sirius x younger (tonks' age) reader, maybe he's in denial about liking her because he thinks he's too old but she doesn't think that way. — @msmb

Summary: The man you fancy has been avoiding you. Tonks gives you an idea.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of cigarettes, kissing, older man/younger woman (but reader is Tonks’ age), light mention of remadora (does that need a warning?), Sirius is a bit self deprecating, heated make out, Moody’s all seeing eye

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Inspiration hit at 1am. Uhhh Kissing can either be well written or extremely cringe. I can’t tell what category my kissing is in, so possibly sorry in advance? OotP Sirius is so hot and I will love him forever. Hope you guys enjoy. Love you all❤️

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“So how’re you and Sirius?” Tonks asks, her hair a violent shade of violet as she swings her legs over the arm of the couch at Grimmauld Place. She takes a sip of her daisyroot draught, excited for any news.

“I don’t know.” You respond, swirling your own goblet in your hand. “How’re you and Remus?”

You smirk as she almost chokes at the mention of the man of her dreams.

“I asked you first.” She shoots back after her coughing fit goes away.

“You’re annoying.” You take another sip.

“Cry about it.” Tonks huffs. “But don’t change the subject.”

“Merlin, I wish I had an answer for you.” Groaning, you run a hand through your hair. “He seems to be pulling away from me, yet again.”

“Ugh, men.” Tonks mimes a fake gag.

“I mean, he pulls me into a broom closet for a quick snog and now he won’t even stay in the same room as me!” You cry out.

The draught is sweet in your mouth as you down the rest of your goblet. “‘Ugh, men’ is right. I will never understand them.”

“At least you get a snog.” Tonks retorts. “Remus barely grazes my fingertips passing me a piece of parchment and suddenly he’s all pink and avoiding me for weeks.”

“Are they that daft, or are we just shit at flirting?” You pour yourself some more daisyroot draught.

The murky pink of the draught bubbles and sizzles near the top of the cup.

Grimmauld Place is mostly quiet, the kids were all asleep and someone paces in the room above. There’s faint laughing coming from the kitchen, but that could be one of the Black family portraits, so it’s no concern of yours.

“It can’t possibly be the latter because if I remember correctly, flirting was our specialty back in school.” Tonks winks from her stretched out position.

“Oh yeah.” You muse sarcastically. “All those people we managed to seduce at Hogwarts...”

“Hey! I snogged Penny Haywood seventh year!” She declares.

“It was a game of truth or dare! We all snogged Penny Haywood!” You exclaim, almost spilling your drink all over your robes.

“My point still stands.”

The house groans and creaks in your comfortable silence, Kreature’s dragging gait echoes through the corridor.

“Sirius has nice lips.” You sigh dreamily, your thoughts once again preoccupied by him. “Would love to snog him again.”

“You should.” Your friend replies. “At least one of us needs a proper love life.”

“But he won’t talk to me...” You childishly whine. Pouting, you drink from your goblet.

“Well maybe you should be the one that pulls him into the cupboard next time.” Tonks shrugs, waving her wand to fill her goblet once more.

“You’re brilliant, y’know that?” You perk up at her idea.

“I’ve been trying to tell you that since we were eleven, (Y/n). Can’t believe you’re just now admitting it.”

The night gets cut short after that, mostly because the two of you have work in the morning and the Ministry of Magic was already unbearable sober. Hungover at the office meant a lot more suffering than usual.

You’ve never been more thankful for Molly’s desire to put the gaggle of kids to work around the house.

Even when you get back from the Ministry the the next night, they’re all still galavanting with doxycide upstairs, letting the exhausted adults have a moment to relax.

That’s when you decide to strike.

There’s an extremely convenient and mostly empty broom closet on the ground floor close to the kitchen that is just ripe with opportunity.

Tonks gives you a thumbs up and shoots you a wink as she passes you and strides into the kitchen. You’re leaning against the doorframe, pretending to be preoccupied with checking your nails, but in reality, you’re watching and waiting for Sirius to come a little closer.

His black curls with the occasional strand of grey rest on his shoulders. His velvet burgundy blazer stands out against the dark wood and blue theme Grimmauld Place seems to really enjoy and embrace. You watch his gold pocket watch glimmer in the flickering orange candlelight and how he twists the rings on his fingers.

Your heart flutters at the mere sight of him.

He finally breaks away from his conversation with Remus before turning around and making his way towards you.

He struts closer, heels clicking against the floorboards and your hands jitter in excitement. You’ve never been one to initiate these types of things before.

“Alright, (Y/n)—“ Sirius starts, reluctantly nodding his head in greeting.

But since he’s within arm’s reach, you grab his soft lapels and pull him into the broom closet.

With a flick of your wand the door shuts and you’re plunged into even dimmer lighting.

Your hands are still tightly grasping at his lapels and you have to admit, you’re a little breathless as you fervently press your lips to his.

Your eyes flutter shut and you press your chest to his own, effectively pushing him harder against the wall. You moan, feeling him kiss back. He tastes distinctly of firewhiskey and cigarettes and you’re loving every second of it. His lips are addicting as they move in tandem to yours. Sirius’ hands trail up to the back of your skull, pulling you closer to him, something you enjoy and gleefully let happen. The closer to him you are, the better.

The heatedly deep kiss sends a thrill throughout your body. Here you are, snogging the man you’ve fancied since the day you met him, in a broom closet of headquarters. Instinctively, your heart skips a beat.

One of Sirius’ hands detaches itself from your hair and instead, trails its way down your body to rest on your lower back. A jolt of excitement sparks and flares up inside. Goosebumps erupt underneath his warm hand. He squeezes your body tighter, quickly taking control of the situation.

Unfortunately, air becomes something that you’re losing fairly quickly and when you reluctantly spilt apart, you’re extremely aware of his swollen red lips. They stand out between the dark hair of his beard.

You’re panting as you cling on to his blazer for stability. The moment your lips touched, your knees practically gave out.

“What was that for, poppet?” Sirius pants as well, grey eyes looking into yours.

“Merlin, Sirius, do I really have to spell it out for you?” You smirk, still breathless. “I fancy you.”

“You what?” His eyebrows dart up in surprise.

“I fancy you? Like I want to go out for a drink sometime. Or I guess, stay in for a drink since—“ You ramble.

“You can’t fancy me, (Y/n).” He interjects, hands slipping away from you.

You carefully remove your hands from his figure in return. “Oh.” Awkwardly, you stuff your hands into your pockets. “And why’s that, then?”

Anxiously, he begins to twist the ruby ring around his thumb. The broom closet feels a lot smaller than before and the burn of embarrassment feels even harsher.

“I think you know why.” Sirius evades the question.

Your brows knit together in both confusion and annoyance. “No, I really don’t know why, Sirius, so please enlighten me.”

“Godric, (Y/n)!” He cries out. “I’m an old ex-convict with a fuck ton of issues! You don’t want that kind of baggage!”

Sirius scowls, not at you, but at himself.

“You’re in your thirties, Sirius. If that’s old than Mad-Eye’s ancient.” You try your best to joke and make light of the situation.

However, you see that your attempt doesn’t work.

“Hey, I don’t care that you’re older than me. I like you because you’re this handsomely charming and charismatic guy that shares my issues with authority.” Hesitantly, you bring your hand up to his neck. He leans into your warm touch. “And I really like you.”

“I’d be more of a burden than a boyfriend.” He mutters.

“You’re no burden. Not to me.” You reply, stroking his beard. “Never to me.”

“I’m a bit rusty.” Sirius confides. “Haven’t had a partner since the seventies. And I’m not the same person I used to be.”

“Neither am I.” You shrug. “Mostly because back then I was a wriggling little lump.”

Sirius snorts.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” You question, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind your ear.

“I felt bad.” Sirius confesses, straightening out his blazer. “Felt like I was manipulating you by leading you on so I was trying to get you to hate me. Trying to convince myself to get over you.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t succeed in that endeavor?” You tease your bottom lip with your teeth, innocently looking at the man in front of you.

His grey eyes are kind and soft gazing into yours even after years and years of torture and misery.

He’s someone to admire.

“Getting over you is probably the hardest thing I’ve attempted.” Sirius laughs. “And I escaped Azkaban.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Sirius.” You muse, rubbing the back on your neck in embarrassment.

“Flattery will get me everywhere, poppet.” He winks in return, amused by your gesture.

“So can we give it a shot?” You ask, praying to Merlin he agrees.

“Sure poppet, why not?” He grins, his white teeth poking out from the intense red.

In a swift movement he has you flipped, your back now pressed to the wall as he passionately places his lips back on yours.

You hands tangle themselves in his wild hair, his sneaking around your waist. You tug at the locks and he hums in approval.

Suddenly there’s a large bang against the door causing it to shake on its hinges.

“Oi!” Tonks’ voice rings out.

Sadly, Sirius pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on your own. His breath hot on your face.

“Mad-Eye says that if any clothes come off he’s barging in there, so wrap it up!”

Your mutter out a curse as you attempt to untangle yourself from Sirius.

“Also (Y/n),” Tonks yells again. “knew you had it in ya.”

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hotjaneaustenmenpoll · 1 month

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Quarter Final One

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Edward Ferrars (1995) :

Edward gets a bad rap because he's quiet and the whole lucy steele situation but he doesn't get enough credit for how honourable he is! It's easy to have honour when it costs you nothing he knows he'll be miserable with lucy but he knows it's the right thing and to do so he sticks to his guns and does it anyway despite the opposition from his family and to me that is hot! Also yes he makes mistakes but his family are vile - he grew up with Fanny and Robert and is still a good man! Also he looks like hugh grant and plays fun games with Margaret and he understands Elinor in a way no one else does - Hot!Hot!Hot!

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Mr Darcy (1995) :

Colin Firth (1995) is book Darcy brought to life. He uses tiny gestures and looks to communicate with us and Elizabeth… his struggle is so subtle but so palpable. A beautiful asshole with a creamy nougat center. Just perfect.

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Those heart-eyes right up above☝️? Hot!

Passive-agressively drinking tea? Hot!

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The way he rushes over to see Elizabeth at Pemberley on those delicious long legs of his with that slutty wet curl hanging over his forehead? Hot!

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Fencing? Hot!

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The way he is so concerned about Elizabeth crying and takes her hand even though he shouldn't? Hot!

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This dimple-y smile of pure joy because he knows he's married to Elizabeth freaking Bennet? Hot!

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Colin Firth Darcy is simultaneously immaculately put together and entirely falling apart internally. The wet shirt scene is so iconic not (only) because ‘oooh almost-shirtless sexy man’, but because it’s a metaphor for how he’s absolutely falling apart!!! This is a private moment, when he doesn’t think anyone can see him. And then he bumps. into. Lizzie. At his house!! And the entire sequence that follows with him rushing out still doing his jacket up to catch her before he leaves. They are both on the back foot and it’s THAT moment of confusion that opens a more honest dialogue between them.

Without Firth in a lake you wouldn’t get Macfadyen in a downpour!

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There's a reason why Colin Firth is forever known as Mr. Darcy above all other roles he's had and will have! Even ignoring the wet white shirt, which has become A Thing now, he is so hot with his curly hair and his little half smiles and his intense looks of longing and his legs that go on for milessss.

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This cannot be real. My fellow Jane Austen people. Without Colin Firth’s Darcy we wouldn’t have 90% of modern JA content. He opened a door and there was no turning back for modern culture. There would be no MacFadyen standing half undressed in a field at dawn without Firth jumping into a lake first. There would be no hand flex if there hadn’t been Firth doing his best impression of a man undressing Elizabeth Bennet with his eyes and hating himself for liking it. There would be no Bridgerton without Bridget Jones. Let’s face it people. We wouldn’t be here having these arguments if Colin Firth had not been Mr Darcy.

Colin Firth understood Mr. Darcy in a way no other actor ever has. He is awkward as fuck in a way that comes across as snooty and judgmental on a first watch-through, then can be read as awkward and longing on a second time. His performance had such depth while looking extremely shallow at first glance. This man WAS Mr. Darcy. (I love 2005, as well, and I love Matthew McFayden, but he was awkward for awkward sake.) Colin Firth made Darcy's awkward look snooty and aloof.

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THE socially awkward Darcy is the 1995 Darcy - look at him coming and sitting in awkward silence with Elizabeth pointedly asking her if she wants to live a long way from her family (to obvious relief) and then abruptly leaving - vote for him please 😭😭😭😭

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Colin Firth served so much as Darcy that when they did Bridget Jone's diary, they brought him back.... AS DARCY. The smoulder. The angst. The man is the quintessential Darcy.

“Firthing” is an actual term that is used now to describe someone yearning intensely. It is named after Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy performance.

Colin Firth all the way. He's known in our household as Owl Eyes because in every frame he's mooning over Elizabeth Bennet. Unsurpassable, unmatched, golden television (and some of the worst dancing you've ever seen).

Colin has beautiful, touchable curls.

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My high school English teacher was very into using movies to teach alongside literature, which was a great teaching tool. When we read Pride and Prejudice, he used both 2005 and 1995 for various scenes. What stands out to me all these years later was when it got to the part when Lizzy went to help Georgiana after Caroline dropped Mr. Wickham's name and Darcy gives Lizzy this look:

My teacher stopped the film and pointed at Darcy's face and said, "See that? That is THE look. If someone ever looks at you like that, you know they're in love." And what is hotter than that?

Also this teacher had two cats named Lizzy and Darcy. Not relevant to the poll but I wanted you all to know about them.

The best thing about the Colin Firth wet shirt scene is actually the scene that follows where him and Lizzie are both just dyinggg of embarrassment but Darcy pulls himself together refuses to lose his advantage and runs to get dressed and chase her down before she leaves - just the mix of cringe and hopefulness at seeing her again is so well done and so attractive!!! (this is just the bit where he's running after her but I love it all!)

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alldayangst · 3 years

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lovebug (Tom Holland)

GIF is from gaybuckybarnes here on Tumblr. You can access my masterlist here. This was written for @worldoftom’s lolbrosgetsicktoochallenge. The prompt I had was: ‘Tom self diagnoses himself as sick. He’s got all the symptoms. He’s speechless, over the edge and just breathless. He never thought he’d get hit by the ‘love-bug’ again’. Inspired by the song Lovebug by Jonas Brothers!

A/N: Y/N is an assistant director on Cherry in this fic. This has a lot of Cherry (the movie) references but most are explained if you haven’t seen the film. Such as, it was filmed in Cleveland and Morocco, directed by Joe and Anthony Russo. Some scenes in this fic borrow from the movie & I’ve linked clips from the film if you’d like to listen/watch along. WC: 4K.

“Yeah, Mum, I’ve just got like the sorest throat at the moment.” Nikki’s picture cuts in and out on a scrambled screen on the South side of London, her husband’s hand periodically reaching out for her, rubbing her shoulder, then leaving the frame almost as quickly as it came in. Even through the low quality, the pixels dashing about his screen, Tom can make out his mother’s brows knitting together and can’t remove the feeling of utter guilt when he sees her grow redder and redder out of anger, concern and confusion for her son. “But I’ve got Harry here with me.” Harry waves from behind his brother, his trusty mug swapped for a Phoenix Coffee Cup in his spare hand, just to get a taste of the States.

Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. He barely drinks coffee on the other side of the pond, and would bet good money that an at home PG Tips would beat America’s swankiest coffee joint any day. But now, he’s betrayed his usual routine and his body’s all out of whack and his throat is hoarse, he’s breathless even at times.

Harry shoots his mum a half smile to comfort her, but he doesn’t know what it's like to be a mother, and his and Tom’s mouth both form an ‘O’ when Nikki begins to type so hard her screen jolts and Tom swears she’s put a dent in it. “You know what? I’m going to give them a piece of my mind, Tom! They’re overworking you!” Nikki looks intensely to find her baby boy in drug-addled eyes and his jungle of curls on his newly shaven head. She guesses it becomes easier when Tom pushes his face halfway into the screen and pleads like the child he’ll always be to her, “Please, please Mum! I can’t have any days off. Under any circumstances, I need to finish this film!”

Tom turns to his younger brother for help. “Tell her, Harry!”

And as little brothers do best, Harry spills the beans as soon as Tom’s phone is in clutch. “Tom’s fallen in love with the first A.D., Y/N.”

Nikki immediately loses her frown, knowing how love can knock Tom off his feet and blow all the wind out of him. Tom’s father, Dom, re-enters the frame to match Nikki’s grin. He never misses an opportunity to tease. “Oo, caught a case of the love bug, have you?”

Harry has to whip the phone around to dodge Tom’s protesting arms reaching for it again. “Don’t listen to Harry. I’m not in love. I just like Y/N.”

“A lot.” Harry mutters. Tom’s family doesn’t budge any further, knowing how bad Tom was hurt after his last relationship. They weren't sure when the love bug would come back to bite him again. So after they all shared a knowing look, Harry handed Tom his phone back. “I’ll keep you updated. Bye, Mum.”

It all started five weeks ago. Tom, at 24, was beginning to feel like love was trudging up a high hill he couldn’t come down from, where every beat of heart was feeling like an ache on an open wound. Tom had yet to meet a lover to prove distance makes the heart grow fonder, finding himself in six month long entanglements and illusions of love before things inevitably went sour.

He’d say, perhaps, you were the closest thing to the real deal. The problem was, he didn’t know if you liked him back.

“When life was beginning, I saw -”

“When life was-”

“When life was be-fuck!”

“When life was beginning, I saw you.”

Tom could make a picture book out of the day he first met you. He remembers how your hair looked that day, the speckles of genuinity in your eyes, how your ear-to-ear smile seemed to be a mirror because every time he saw you from then on, he brandished the same beam. He recalls how his eyes went low as he dropped his script to his lap and stared at your lips, so soft and kissable, as you repeated his words back to him: “When life was beginning, I saw you.” Then you chuckled softly as Tom waited patiently for his head and his heart to return to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m dyslexic. I have a bit of trouble reading.”

“It’s cool, I'm the first A.D. That’s what I’m here for.”

You rubbed your hands on the back of your trousers, your mic jostling in your back pocket as you attempted to rid yourself of your nervous, sweaty palms.

“I’m Y/N.” You reached out for a shake only for Tom to cough loudly into his own hand.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry! That wasn’t me trying to get out of your handshake. I- I-.” Tom looked at his hand for it had failed him for the first time in his life. His hand that had helped him up during handstands, being his crutch through cartwheels and backflips, but had decidedly run out of luck to be on the receiving end of Tom’s monstrous cough impending a handshake with someone his eyes just couldn’t look away from.

You laugh again. Your laugh sounds like melody, Tom muses. Awestruck, he wishes he could play it again, repeat it like a radio hit and never wash himself of the feeling he got when he heard your laugh for the first time.

“It’s all good. I’ll see you around.” You disappear from his trailer, likely on a venture to your own, when Joe and Anthony block his view of you walking away.

Anthony and Joe take on the ghost of you in Tom’s room, “Tom! The man, the myth and the legend!” Joe comes behind him to rub his newly hairless head. “We’re so glad you agreed to do this movie!”

“Bummed that you’re not coming to the Browns game tonight, though.” Anthony remarks, throwing a football at Joe who sets it in his lap.

“Harry and I, we’re British, mate. We play football with our feet.”

Joe doesn’t know it then, but his next words are the beginning of the end for Tom. He rubs on his football and looks Tom in his eye when he poses, “It’s a shame ‘cause the whole crew’s going. First day of filming celebrations.”

“The whole crew?”

Anthony mumbles an ‘mhm’ as he picks up a framed photo of Tom and RDJ sitting pretty on Tom’s dresser, posing like father and son.

Tom’s usually self assured when he’s on set, but he’s hesitant to say this next improvised line. His voice trails off as he speaks. “Including Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Joe queries, with a smile that’s half scary and half comforting, and the butterflies in Tom’s stomach are begging him not to fuck this up and suddenly every second a word is not spoken feels like hours have passed and he might have ruined things before they’ve even started, gosh he just met you and-

Tom tries to play it cool. “I don’t- they’re cool.” Tom coughs again. “I mean, I don’t really know them but Y/N seems cool I guess.”

Anthony and Joe smile at each other, scrambling to exit. “Whole crew’s going, baby!” Joe beams.

“Please don’t tell Y/N I asked!” Tom shouts before they’re out of earshot.

“Yeah, yeah. Anthony, go long!”

A few hours later, Tom was sitting next to an unamused Harry, you on his left, foam fingers pointing every which way.

“Are you a big football fan?” Tom asked, imposter syndrome creeping up on him. He had the best seats in the house, but knew not a thing about this sport he’d come down to watch. Meanwhile, crew and crowd alike sat themselves around you guys, cheering leaving throats raw for days to come and a tussle for a foam finger between Joe and Anthony leading to hundreds of sugary popcorn shells scattered on the stadium floor.

“I mean, I wouldn’t ever turn down the option to look at Odell Beckham Jr. Are you?” you replied.

Tom looked over to his brother who sat with his chin in his hand, lips pulled into a thin straight line as his rusty curls were blown about from the wind of brown and orange flags flown from fans behind him. “We could learn to love it.” Tom flashed you a toothy grin, unsure of where to guide the conversation next. He knew for sure that he wanted to keep talking to you, but his ego began putting up a fight, eager to show himself off if you’d have him in any way. Tom sighed. “Truth is, we have no fucking clue what’s going on.” Tom could hear the commentary about a player reaching the end zone, but they were all just words that went into one ear then came straight out of the other.

You giggled. “I have no idea either. We could make up our own rules if you want.”

Tom likes the way you think. He also likes the way you speak. He loves the way you laugh.

“You have a beautiful laugh.”

You covered your mouth. “Oh, fuck, I hate my laugh!”

“I’d make you laugh a thousand times if I could.”

You pointed to the jumbo screen as Mayfield made a touchdown, unable to stop laughing from sheer nerves as you felt Tom’s hot, burning haze on you. An advert for Cleveland’s Own Phoenix Coffee flashed on the screen as you spoke. “We’ll make our own rules. Every time we see the quarterback pick up the ball, we’ll cheer.”

By the end of the night, Tom is speechless, breathless and over the edge of his chair in faux excitement and anticipation of the quarterback receiving the ball once again.

“Another coffee?” The service worker asked.

“Yes please!” You and Tom both say in unison, pumped as the quarterback began circling around to collect the ball in open arms.

The footage of the game is cut abruptly as the camera points to a confused, solo Harry; Anthony and Joe are seen at the edge of the frame whispering suggestively and pointing towards Tom, the camera eventually capturing the superstar who looks back up at his own reflection. Poorly green screened hearts flood the screen and the camera pans to include you in the frame too. Tom looks on in horror when he realises what’s going on and how it could be too late, and turns to you.

“I promise I didn’t know this was going on. We don’t have to.” Tom panics.

You hear him loud and clear, that you don’t have to, but your heart and eleven thousand people are telling you to kiss him otherwise. “Oh well. We should just do it.” you murmur, the bright pink ‘KISSCAM’ logo flashing in and out.

It doesn’t take more than a moment for the gap between you and Tom to close, for your face to get lost behind his, his lips pressing against yours, eyes closed, trusting each other to share your air. This was probably the first thing that night worth cheering for, howls and whistles erupting around you.

Tom doesn’t understand American football, but he thinks that the best seats in the house could be anywhere next to you.

Harry’s on the phone to his twin brother, Sam, when you and the rest of the crew make it back to the hotel later on. “-Yeah, and Tom spent half the night with the first A.D. cheering and screaming at fuck all.”

The Cleveland Browns lost that night, but Tom remains none the wiser. He stood in the doorway as Harry continued to relay his day to Sam. “Oh, and Tom, Mum said to give her a call, eavesdropper.” He flicks Tom’s reddening nose before closing the door.

A week and a half later, Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. He never has the time anymore to attend ‘real’ football games back home, and he actually understands the game back in Britain. But now, he’s cheered at almost every given opportunity to impress you stupidly, and his chest and voice is suffering as a consequence.

You and Tom walked onto set with your pinkies intertwined, growing closer and closer by the minute, but Tom doesn’t miss how Ciara’s boyfriend visits set every day for her, doesn’t miss how they rub their nose together in this lovey-dovey affection he wishes he could bestow upon you.

The scene wasn’t working.

The crew was beginning to grow restless and Tom silently became more frustrated as the minutes went by and he was unable to get his lines right. He remembers how a week ago, it felt so easy. You were there to correct him when he stumbled upon his lines and you picked him up so effortlessly, a twinkling smile on your face. But then? Then you were different. Your eyes were scrunched up behind the lens of the camera and you were mumbling something to Anthony about how the sun was due to go down in Ohio soon so you needed to hurry along.

“Alright.” you announced. “Take five!”

And Tom was thankful, Ciara perched upon a swing for the scene they were filming, Tom dwindling the rope of the swing under his finger as her boyfriend approached her once again. “Hey dude, are you okay?”

Ciara looked at Tom with the same concern, hands finding home in her boyfriend’s nest of hair. “Yeah, Tom, are you okay?”

Tom coughed into his hand. “Yeah, guys, I’m good.”

“I think you’re coming down with a nasty cough.” Ciara muttered.

“Yeah. It’s you guys. You’re too cute. You make me sick.” Tom laughed humourlessly for a short while, wanting to be that adorable with someone, maybe not anyone, maybe just with you someday. Then Tom shook his head, a bitter feeling in his throat as he yawned. “It’s the Browns game. I was yelling and screaming every time a quarterback got the ball. Of course I’m a little unwell. I’ll be good as new in a few days though.”

Ciara already knew Tom wasn’t playing a man with the healthiest of habits, but she worried that Tom was getting this bad this early. “Maybe you should talk to the first A.D. about reducing shoot days from five to three?”

Tom didn’t like the prospect of seeing you less. “Yeah.” Harry had a clapperboard between his hands, leading Tom’s eyebrows to furrow as his brother yelled something about it being take 13. “Maybe.”

Harry resumed to a new position in your chair, with you taking Harry’s place right across from Tom, a coffee waiting for him when the scene was over like Harry always did. Ciara’s boyfriend left the frame to watch supportively on the sidelines.

“Lights. Camera. Action!” Anthony called. “Time is money, you guys! Let’s try to get this one right this time.”

They’d been over this already twelve times today.

“Hey, I’m really happy you’re here.”

Ciara read her line back. “Why’s that?”

Tom could hear whispers of the crew, the sound guy glaring at them in case they were picked up in the scene, and he knew it had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t for some reason get the next line out all day. And that reason, unbeknownst to everyone, was because Tom couldn’t say something he didn’t mean - feeling like his heart was locked in a cage for which only you had the key. He looked past his co-star, Ciara, and up at you; feeling so close but you were far away, leaving him all day without anything to say. And overcoming his speechlessness and breathlessness, even in just that moment, he ran his hand over the rope to say, “Cause I like you. A lot.”

Ciara and the rest of the crew broke into a wide smile once Tom finally spoke his next line, but the only person Tom was focused on was you, who wasn’t smiling, but mouthing his words back to him.

Ciara breathed, “Shut up.”

And Tom’s sure to look you in the eye when he says, “I really do.”

When the filming for the day is said and done, Tom makes a beeline for you across the greenery. You hand over his coffee to him, “It’s a little cold now, but a warm hand is holding it.”

Tom quirks an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to hold your hand?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“You swapped jobs with Harry, I saw.”

“Yeah, well. It’s good he gets to grips with the job now. You know, in case anything changes.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket. “I should probably give you my number. In case anything changes.”

“Oh no, yeah. Your number is?”

“216-XXX-XXX. Speaking of changes, I heard you’re trying to get your days reduced.”

“You were eavesdropping?” Tom looks at your face that bears no trace of guilt. “You’re just like me!” He pulls you close.

“Tom, if what happened today is because you’re working too much, I’m happy to reduce your time.”

“Nah, nah.” Tom sniffles, rubbing his nose on a jacket probably worth more than your life. “I’m just a bit sick, s’all. I’ll be fine.”

Two weeks pass and Tom’s no better. With the Cleveland game nearly a month ago, Tom has nothing to blame and as first A.D., you’re obligated to reduce his hours. Tom’s on the phone with his mother when you approach his trailer.

“Don’t listen to Harry. I’m not in love. I just like Y/N.”

“A lot. I’ll keep you updated. Bye, Mum.”

You’re so quick to skip happily back to your trailer that you miss Harry calling out to his brother, he’s his protector now that his mother was countries apart. “Tom?” Harry starts.

Tom mumbles an ‘mhm’, hoping Harry would make it quick as he sees you FaceTiming him. If only his mother could see him like this. He’d get to call her tomorrow and tell her he’d called you for the first time yesterday, he could hardly wait to utter, 'I've finally found the missing part of me’. Harry sighs as the FaceTime ringing is relentless. Tom’s eyebrows threaten to meet in the middle of his face as he clutches onto his phone.

“Tom.” Harry begins. “Y/N is giving up assistant director.”

Tom’s really not sure where Harry gets the source of his information from, but he’s sure this isn’t true. He thinks you’d tell him before his brother if you were leaving the film behind, leaving him behind.

The film is due to move filming to Morocco soon, and Tom’s well aware that not all film crew joins them when production moves abroad, but to Tom, you’re an extension of this movie universe. And Tom refuses to leave the memories of you in this filming cycle. “How’d you know?”

“I’m taking over.” Tom’s screen lights up with the glow of your call, and as bright as it is, as bright as you are, as bright as your smile surely is on the other end of the phone call, Tom’s in his deepest darkest feelings wondering how he fooled himself into thinking romance could go right for him this time.

He’s going to Morocco. You’re not. You’re funny, smart, promising, beautiful. You’ll find someone good for you, a better pair by the time he’s back.

“That doesn’t mean it won’t work out, man.” Tom sulks in his bed, the light from your constant calls bleeding through his bed sheets. “I just wanted to warn you.” Tom nods, screaming into his pillow. Harry decides that’s his cue to leave, a glimmer of light from outside seeping through the crack of the door as Harry escorts himself. Tom musters all his might and courage to reluctantly answer your phone, the ear-to-ear grin he knows so well greeting him once again.

Suddenly, he forgot how to speak. Hopeless, breathless, couldn’t you see that?

“Tom?” You call out his name a few times before cutting straight to the point. “Do you like me?”

Tom shifts slightly but not enough to show that he’s alarmed. “Huh? Yeah, I like you.”

He sits up, but doesn’t reciprocate the outrageous smile you wear like a heart on your sleeve. Tom’s eyes are sunken, dark circles forming under his eyes where he and his disturbed character become one. You suddenly remember why you shouldn’t have run away so fast, perhaps Tom was overworking himself. He continues, “But I’m an emotionally unavailable hopeless romantic. So I wouldn’t waste your time on me.”

Tom can’t help the hurt in his heart when he sees your smile drop so suddenly, knowing it was earnest. “Tom, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, life is unfair. And I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead. We wouldn’t work out. And I like our friendship now. We should stay that way.”

You’re not convincing when you nod rapidly, not letting Tom see your face as you play with your fingers to avoid his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.” You’re much less convincing when the last frame Tom caught of you was a shot of tears dripping down your face, as three rings followed you. Tom’s screen went black in your absence, and Tom falls asleep with eyes even redder from crying, and he wonders when he’s gonna shake this sickness.

It’d been a few days since Tom had got his shots to allow him to go to Morocco. He sat opposite the doctor on set, a coffee cup placed on the desk between him.

Tom reckons that's why he’s sick. Shots always have their side effects, and he’d taken multiple shots in one day. And now, he specifically asked for you to hold his hand during the process, Harry branded in a glinting jaw-drop, only for you to leave directly after.

“I’m speechless, constantly feeling over the edge, breathless.” Tom explains his symptoms to the doctor. “At first I thought it was because of that stupid football game, then all the coffee I’m drinking, now I don’t know if it’s the shots. I feel like shit, doc.”

“I know exactly what you’re dealing with.”

“What?”

“Lovebug.”

Tom stares at the doctor in utter bewilderment. “You figured that out based on my symptoms?”

“I figured that out based on the puppy dog eyes you gave for your first A.D. when they left without a word.” The doctor begins to laugh softly, but Tom is unamused. How is he supposed to shake this illness after completely ruining your relationship? How is he supposed to mend your bond after talking so recklessly, so emotionally? “Tom, I’m not here to be a fairy godmother, I’m being strictly medical. At a certain point, what you feel in your mind affects your body. So I prescribe that you talk to Y/N and say everything you need to say.”

And while that seemed easy enough, Tom’s ego was at work again, and Tom was feeling far too bruised and wounded to speak to you first. Surely if you cared enough, if you liked him back, if you were willing to be distanced, you would reach out first.

It seems Tom’s pride had forgotten that you already did.

“I heard that this is the exact shit that happened in Cleveland, and he couldn’t get the line out.” Tom hears the whisperings from behind the camera, the amount of familiar faces in the crew dwindling after the change in location. He doesn’t respond. He waits for someone to take five. And when no one throws him a bone, he asks Harry to.

“Alright, everyone take five.”

“Someone get this kid a fucking coffee, he’s always on edge.” Joe instructs.

“And you think giving a kid in twenties coffee is taking him off edge?” Anthony chuckles.

Tom doesn’t care whether or not he gets the coffee, rocking side to side. He’s got all the motion for this role, but he feels nothing. All he felt was for you.

“Here.” Harry sets a Moroccan mint tea down next to Tom, hoping it would calm him down. When Tom takes a few sips, the look in his eyes is less pleading, and everyone’s ready to rumble, this being the last scene of the day.

Harry feeds Tom the line. “Baby, are you seeing bad things?” Tom is seeing bad things. A life without love, a life without you. Unable to contain it all, Tom turns his frustration into laughter. “Why are you calling me baby for, man?” Tom has this ear-to-ear grin but even he feels it's not as innocent, as genuine as yours. He never knew a smile so wide could be so full of pain.

“I have an idea.” Harry saunters off to collect his phone. “Don’t stop rolling the cameras.”

When Harry comes back, there’s sounds of shifting erupting from his phone. “Hi, Tom.”

Tom didn’t know it would be so bittersweet to hear your voice again. He wasn’t sure if he should put walls up again or if twice was the charm. Even if you worked out in the short term, whose to say Tom wouldn’t get hurt again? And Tom wouldn’t want to hurt you.

“Are they taking good care of you out there? I don’t think I took good care of you.” Tom doesn’t say anything on the other side of the line, so you continue. “I’m not a good A.D. if you’re always sick and tired, and I didn’t want to see you any less, which was selfish of me, so I didn’t change your schedule.” You sigh as you admit why you left. “When you asked, though, I swear I was gonna do it, but then I heard you liked me, and I got carried away. I had to remove myself from the situation to do what’s best for you. Do you understand me? I did it for you.”

“I, uh, I got a diagnosis.” Tom stumbles.

“Oh my gosh, are you seriously sick?”

“I’m speechless. Over the edge, breathless.” Tom laughed dryly, finally feeling like he can choose an ending.

“What did they say it was?”

“Lovebug.” Harry smiles softly at his brother.

Your laugh is like nectar entering Tom’s ear.

“I might just love you way too much, Y/N.”

“Are you sure you’re doin’ okay?” Tom tries his best not to sound dejected that you didn’t say it back, knowing he’s already felt the brunt of this heartache already.

“I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too. I love you.” Joe stops recording, and Harry lowly whispers ‘take.fucking.five.’ as he and the crew creep away from Tom’s new found love scene.

“Anthony, can I borrow your phone?” Harry begins to type Nikki’s number as soon as Anthony gives over the phone. “Mum, Tom just told the first A.D. he’s in love with them so guess who’s out of a job?”

Tom knows why he’s sick. He used to feel like love was trudging up a high hill he couldn’t come down from, where every beat of heart was feeling like an ache on an open wound. Tom had yet to meet a lover to prove distance makes the heart grow fonder, finding himself in six month long entanglements and illusions of love before things inevitably went sour. But now, Tom has found you.

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A/N: My take on What if Peter was in Wandavision? But with a twist ;) Beta read by my wifey @stars-aligning 🥰🥰

Warnings: canon typical voilence? mentions of death. Also the timeline doesn’t really make sense, just pretend everyone is of the same age. OH and Wandavision spoilers :)

WC: 9k (longest one shot I’ve ever written 😭)

Pairing: Peter Parker x ex!Reader

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"Ben? What's wrong? Why are you looking at her like that?"

"I- I don't. I don't know. She seems familiar."

"Familiar? Familiar how?"

"Like her and I don't belong here. Like we're from another world."

Working with Tony Stark as his intern, then head of the R&D and now working in the labs as the head of the department felt surreal, a fresh breath of air every time he looked at his desk, with his name written on it. It had been Peter’s dream to meet Tony Stark, maybe work with him too.

And then he got bit by a radioactive spider, giving him super strength, super eyesight and apparently super luck too, because though he liked to think that he was working in SI due to his intelligence, the spider bite did play a role in becoming his mentor’s favourite intern, without which he might have not had a chance to meet him hands on.

Tony kept reminding him that even if Peter had not been bit by the spider, he would have still secured a high position in Stark Industries, with his disarming intelligence that rivaled Tony’s own and charmingly trippy personality.

Peter begged to differ. But then again, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in it’s mouth. Ever since he was a bushy haired, rosy cheeked jittery teenager, he had always worshiped the ground Tony walked on.

Peter remembers the day he got an anonymous letter, which turned out to be SHIELD's handiwork, asking him to join them in their base in New York, even if he insisted that he wasn't interested in being a superspy wannabe. He was skeptical at first, why would the most paranoid of paranoid agents send him a letter in mail? Him, twenty three years old Peter Parker, who lives in a shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with termite issues and smokes weed like the government is going to ban tobacco and is barely able to take care of himself with the overload of work.

Maybe it was just his Parker luck, or the fact that he was a freelance vigilante who looked after New York in a skintight spandex suit, because the safety of the people was apparently second in priority to the government. They'd rather have people die than have an illegal protector.

Yeah so Peter was salty, and what about It?

Slinging his satchel higher, he saw the sleek black car in confusion, trying to get a look at the number plate before the lift binged on arrival, walking into the open door. He swore he was either hallucinating or in midst of an intense flashback of the events that lead to what people dubbed as the 'Civil War', back to when he had been shaken out of his mind watching Tony Stark eat his aunt’s homemade walnut date loaf that had more salt than sugar.

His thoughts were put to a halt when he entered his and his aunt's old apartment in Queen’s after a long week of Spidey on mission and nearly getting (illegally) fired, footsteps coming to a pit stop. It's not like it's everyday you come face to face with Agent Coulson, Nick Fury and your ex not- really- girlfriend, somehow all in one day all together.

"So… um. What are you- What are you guys doing here again?" he asked, folding his hands on his chest defensively, leaning into his aunt's side as he whispered, "how long have they been sitting here?" from the corner of his mouth.

Fury raised a non-existent eyebrow, looking at him with a dagger for eye, making Peter shift nervously. Agent Coulson looked uncomfortable and You, You looked strangely in your element, sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, a neutral expression on your face.

Back when he was still in high school, when he'd first met you, he used to be in awe of how outgoing you were, seemingly adjusting in whichever situation you were thrown in. You had always accommodated to your surroundings, but with a start he realised that he had never seen you so… You in a while.

Not during your visit to the Avengers tower, not during the first time you came into his bedroom, all alone. Not when he had seen you take down a mugger on your way home from your first date without even as much as batting an eye.

"They were here ten minutes or so before you came home. It's creepy, as if they knew you were visiting," May answered with a whisper, wearily eyeballing them before moving towards the kitchen, leaving Peter unattended to Your and Fury's piercing gazes.

"I'm sure they know my monthly schedule before I do," Peter said, turning to look at the aforementioned agents. "So... you like, work for SHIELD, too?" He asked, wringing his hands to abate the tension in them.

"Yes, she does, but that's not what we're here for, Mister Parker," Fury said in his gruff voice, sitting back with a sauve expression. Peter gulped as Agent Coulson looked him in the eye, finally noticing the thin file he held in his hands.

"Well what are you here for?" Peter asked, mustering up some confidence as he tried not to look at You or the eye that Fury had that wasn’t covered by the patch.

"We need you to come to Westview, New Jersey with us," You said, a final no nonsense undertone in your voice. He shuddered when he heard you, remembering how soft and sweet you used to be. But that was before you disappeared out of nowhere, and apparently that nowhere was with SHIELD.

"Me as in Peter Parker or Spider-Man?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder to make sure May wasn't listening. It's not like she didn't know about his… nightly whereabouts, he just wasn't comfortable with making her worry. She already had too much to deal with, with the nephew by day and vigilante by night thing he had going on.

It was also a little concerning that the three in front of him knew that he was visiting her today. He wondered if his apartment was bugged (well, more than the daily roaches and ants) or if SHIELD had been keeping an eye on him after he had denied their offer, instead opting to stay in SI.

It was probably the second one, although the first one was entirely a possibility. He was going to need to talk with Mister Stark about debugging his shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

"We need Peter Parker and his tech skills for this one," Fury said, before shoving the file in Peter's hands and crossing his own, “and my offer still stands.”

"For the last time, I'm not joining your little murderous boy band," Peter grumbled, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at your twitching lips, as if holding in laughter. "I'm perfectly content with working with Dr. Connors in his little laboratory in SI."

Fury didn’t look convinced and opened his mouth to probably threaten Peter, when Aunt May came in with a tray of cookies. They smelled amazing, too good to be made by her, she probably brought them from Delmer’s.

“Oh- Were you…? I just thought you guys might want to eat something,” She said awkwardly, looking at Peter with pleading eyes.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, May! I would love to eat some of those, I’m famished,” You butt in, taking the tray from her with a smile.

“Um, May, you can um- you know?” Peter gestured, shifting on his legs, hoping that May would get the message before she stood for a minute too long. He didn’t like the way Nick Fury’s eye was looking at him, his tranquilizer gun suddenly visible from his leather jacket.

“Don’t be rude Pete, here May, I’ll help you get that.” You smiled, winking at him and dragging May by her arm, who was mouthing “she’s such a sweetheart” behind her shoulders.

"What if I told you that his man accidently got evicted due to some legal issues? And that now you're legally unemployed with severe financial issues that need to be looked after because the government suspects something illegal brewing?" Fury continued, looking him dead in the eye.

"Are you seriously blackmailing me? Threatening to unemploy me after all that shit you put me through with Mysterio?" Peter defended, raising a disbelieving eyebrow, watching you strutt back into the room, distracted by the sway of your hips in your mom jeans. He tried to shake the image, rolling his head to crack some tension that had built at the base of his skull.

"Mysterio was a mistake, Parker. This one is not; and we really need you for this one. Besides, remember that you're still a vigilante that hasn't signed the Accords of Sokovia."

Peter stiffened that the mention of the Accords. He thought the government was over it after the second amendment after the arrest of Thaddeus Ross, but apparently not.

"You said that last time and I almost died! My ex-girlfriend almost died, my best friend nearly died, heck half of Europe almost died because you Director Fury, apparently trust some superhero wannabe in a green and purple costume and overlook facts that could potentially harm someone. So the answer is clearly no!" he retorted, flopping the file on the table as he resisted the urge to sit on the floor flat on his back.

The three agents were looking at him with an unreadable expression, making him uncomfortable in his skin.

"Well, it's all up to you then." His voice had a finality to it, one that irked him to no end.

"Do I have a choice?" He sighed after a beat, looking at the three of you with a forlorn expression.

"Get your equipment ready, Mr. Parker. We'll be leaving for the camp tonight. You can read the details in this file." He heard Agent Coulson say (he was pretty sure his name was Phil), trying to make sense of how fast everything was going past the chronic tinnitus in his ears.

"It's Dr. Peter Parker," he muttered fruitlessly, blushing under your raised eyebrow.

***

"So, I didn't know you got a PhD. I knew you were smart, still are, considering that you're a PhD at twenty two," You said, sipping on your virgin mojito, and placing the mug in front of you.

Peter had taken you to a cafe after the confrontation, wanting to know more about your whereabouts and how he had not noticed that you were a superspy all of his high school years. You had retorted with a simple "I'm a spy, that's why,” which he found pretty badass.

"Well, yeah, I did my undergraduate and PhD together." He shrugged casually, looking out of the window to avoid looking at you.

You had always been beautiful, but somehow, you had become even more beautiful than the last time Peter saw you.

"That sounds brutal. Only you can manage that," You joked. You weren't going to admit it, but you had missed being with Peter, joking with him and watching his beautiful side profile as he blushed under your scrutinizing gaze.

"So, um. This thing, what is it about?" Peter asked, snapping you out of your daze.

"Huh? Oh it's a long story. Like really long, if this was a TV show it would take five episodes for me to explain." You gestured, dismissing his scowl. "Okay, so you remember that time when that super high security facility was broken in back in december 2019?"

"Which super high facility? There are a lot of break ins happening in high security facilities in America, and it's more than concerning, considering they're supposed to be super high security." He said, fiddling with his own drink.

"Okay, Yeah that's true. It was a S.W.O.R.D facility, and long story short, Wanda Maximoff kidnapped her corpse husband to reenact the dad-knows-best suburban lifestyle with an entire town held as her hostage." You said, looking over your shoulders to make sure no one was listening.

"Wanda stole Vision's corpse? Wait, is this about Westview? 'The Town that ceased to exist'? Is that what happened? Is this some sort of mind control thing? Cause I know she can make people believe what she wants them to..." Peter whispered, leaning in to show that he was interested. You took a moment to admire his front profile, his broken nose and dimpled chin, rosy lips and sharp cheekbones, accidently zoning out on his theories.

Leaning forward, you brought a hand up his face, pushing a stray curl behind his ears, cutting him short of his rambling.

"W-what?" He stuttered, his breath hitching, making the table shake with a wince.

"You have nice hair." You commented with a smirk, caressing his hair one more time.

"You said that in the senior's party too, and well, there's no sex happening anytime soon." He said, rolling his eyes, sitting back in his hair with his hands folded on his chest.

"I like being optimistic." You rolled your own eyes, heart beating a mile a minute at the reminder of your relationship- ex relationship with Peter, "so what were you saying about Westview? I kind of zoned out."

You watched him roll his eyes again, trying not to let your eyes wander around his biceps and the little bit of his collarbones peeking from his shirt, unbuttoned from the top, also exposing the thin chain that he always seems to be wearing. With a start you realised that it was the one you had gifted him on his eighteenth birthday.

"So this town, Westview, it just disappeared right? Behind a barrier of sorts? Is it like, coming from an energy source? Was it created by Wanda? " he asked, ever his inquisitive self.

"Yeah, apparently she's created an alternate reality, sitcom style, with the people of Westview trapped in it."

"So she's basically starring in a fanfiction alternate reality of sorts but a sitcom format? Wouldn't blame her, poor woman's been through a lot." He nodded, shifting in his seat. He could feel your eyes burning a hole in his skull, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Are you staying in a hotel? Or a shield facility?"

"Nope," You answered, leaning back on your chair. "Am I still allowed to stay in your room? With the doors open?"

He watched you with narrowed eyes, tilting his head with a smirk, replying to you with a nod, "alright."

***

"Did you pack your mittens? The extra warm ones with a built in heater? You know you're susceptible to frost bites-"

"May! I packed my mittens." Peter murmured, ducking his head in embarrassment as he raised an eyebrow at your amused smile.

"Okay, okay, that's great. Socks? Painkillers? Extra pair of glasses?" she asked, fumbling around the room like she did whenever he went on field trips.

"Yes, May!"

"Great. Stay safe, okay?" Her eyes softened, holding his cheeks in his hand like he was a seven year old, living with them with a knowledge of death no seven year old should have. Sighing, he leant into her palm, holding his own hand encompassing her small one. Giving her a smile, he kissed her cheek. “Ti amo, May. I’ll call you once I get there, okay?”

She nodded, pulling him into her embrace, though she knew full well that he’s going to forget to call her, too excited to be in the vicinity of multiple certified geniuses and other figures of authority.

***

"Is there anything I should know about? Like anything unexpected?" Peter asked, looking at the camp in awe as the jeep pulled over makeshift gates, a bunch of soldiers surrounding them.

Peter was used to seeing the hustle and bustle of camps, considering all the missions he had gone through with the Avengers, back when Steve wasn’t retired and the newer generation of avengers hadn’t entered.

“Your blood’s radioactive, right?” You asked, turning to face him with a smile.

“Yeah. Why? Is that relevant?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he saw someone carrying his bags before he could protest.

“Well, Dr. Lewis found out about this hexagonal anomaly, no one really knows what it is, but the source seems to be emitting huge amounts of radiations,” You said, getting off the jeep, pulling Peter out with you. Walking towards the crowded camp, you came face to face with the tent where everything was set up.

“Doctor Darcy Lewis?” Peter said, looking at the place in awe. It wasn’t extravagant, but the technology surrounding the tent, the vans and what seemed to be a broadcasting antenna were all way beyond the regular one used in tech companies, which is funny, considering he’s been working with Mr. Stark his whole teenage life.

“Yup, that’s her, nerd.”

“So, what exactly is this Hexagon? Is it, like, a barrier of sorts? Can everyone go in?” He asked, looking around with glinting eyes, lips twitching in a smirk as he saw the barrier in question. His super hearing caught the static sound it emitted, wincing at the sharp noises. His boots crunched under the snow as he felt the thing pull him towards it, your voice muffled by the noises of the hex.

It was something he had never seen before, like the static of a TV with a lost signal, glowing red in places as if reaching out to him. His senses seemed dull, the world greying around the way it had before he was bit by the radioactive spider. The spider bite had enhanced his vision in a way that he saw colours not visible to the human eye, a technicolour wonder that even Bruce couldn’t solve.

He felt a tug, looking down at his shoes, wondering if he had just imagined it.

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just like different.”

He swore he felt a white light flash in front of him, his spidey sense buzzing at the base of his skull, tingling all the way to his spine as he straightened up to dissipate the feeling, shifting awkwardly.

“Only Captain Rambeau has gone in and come back intact so far. It’s emitting a colossal amount of cosmic microwave background radiation, also known as CMBR, and once you get into it, your mind doesn’t really stay your own, so no one has volunteered other than her. Everyone knows the risk,” You said, startling him, a sharp contrast to the voices that seemed to have suddenly accumulated in his brain.

“If you’re going to break the sound barrier, please just take your brother with you!”

‘Sound barrier?’ he thought, looking back at the hex as it flashed red, the tug strong enough to make him stumble in his place. You looked at him weirdly, asking if he was okay, but he wasn’t listening, turning to ask you what the red flash meant, distortion evident in the barrier.

“Captain Rambeau? The daughter of the director of SWORD?” he asked instead.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Damn.” He sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair, and dragging it down his face.

Walking inside the tent, Peter was hit with a face full of cold air, and the hundreds of monitors nearly gave him a sensory overload. The people running around didn’t help, either. “Where do I keep this?” He asked, pointing to his bag full of equipment that Fury had asked for.

“You can set up over here, newbie,” A new voice said chirpily. Turning around, he came face to face with the Darcy Lewis, eyes widening as he took in her smiley presence, another human who he didn't recognise standing behind her. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Doctor D-”

“Darcy Lewis, I know- I’m a fan!”

“Aw look at you, you have a fanboy at your hand,” Captain Monica Rambeau said, strutting in and keeping a hand on her shoulder, confidence radiating off of her every pore.

"And… You are?" he asked awkwardly, looking pointedly at the FBI agent. He saw Darcy hide a snicker behind her hand, patting his shoulder and shoving him forward.

The man fell forward, steadying himself on the table before he flicked a card seemingly out of nowhere. "Agent Jimmy Woo, FBI,” he said proudly, a smile on his cute little baby face. Peter was left staring in awe, wondering how he had done that.

"Wait, can you do that again? How did you do that?!"

"It's cool, isn't it? I could teach you if you want."

"Yes, of course, but how did you do it? It appeared out of nowhere and if you take in consideration the law of conservation of mass, it can neither be created nor be destroyed and it just seemed to have accumulated-"

"It's a trick of illusion. You see, when I opened my palms, I-"

"Peter, let's set things up shall we?" You interrupted their session, a smirk on yours and the other women's faces, shaking your head.

Ditching the bag on the counter, he nodded, willing his heart to stop beating out of his chest. This was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him next to Tony Stark sitting on his aunt’s old futon. And the magic trick.

“This is the coolest day of my life,” he whispered, shrugging when you chuckled at his excitement. “Ned’s going to freak out.”

“Wait until you see the schematics and control panels.” You smirked, making him raise an eyebrow as he blushed, the flush apparent from his neck to his ear. The others scattered just as he finished setting his station up, fidgeting with the radio, when the voice of Hayward boomed across the cubicle.

“Ah, Mister Parker!” he says, a faux smile on his face as he looks at the station, making Peter shift uncomfortably. The weird tingling of his spidey-sense came up again, his hand automatically reaching there to scratch at the itch.

“Here we go again,” Darcy muttered, patting Peter’s back, her eye roll loud enough for him to glance at her.

“It- It’s doctor,” he muttered, hearing a “he gets me” from Darcy.

“Very well, Doctor Parker it is, then. I’m Hayward, welcome to SWORD.”

“SWORD? I thought this was a SHIELD thing?”

“...Fury didn’t brief you?”

“He did! He was just very vague, hence why I’m asking. What exactly have I been called here for?”

The silence that took over was palpable, with you shifting awkwardly as Hayward eyeballed them all, looking at the five of them morosely before saying, “Brief him Monica,” and leaving.

“God, is every higher official such a dick here?” Peter grumbled, watching him retreat, shaking his head as he threw the ball of paper he hadn’t noticed he had been fidgeting with.

“See? He agrees, I like him.” Darcy nodded, pulling him with her towards the briefing table.

“This all started when the town of Westview disappeared after the second blip,” Monica said, pulling up holographs that showed the image of people reappearing from the snap, his breathing increasing in pace as he remembered vaguely of his own reappearance.

The whole situation was fucked up. After stealing Vision’s corpse, Wanda had basically resurrected him, holding and controlling thousands of people, an entire fucking town. Looking at the list of all the missing people, his eyes zeroed on to one particular face. He racked his memory to remember who exactly it was, mouth hanging open when he realised who exactly she was.

“Is that… is that Agatha Harkness?” Peter said, pointing at the woman who had no name written under her photograph.

“You know her real name?” Darcy asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he nodded, wringing his hands around.

“Yeah, Wanda told me about her, she’s the witch from the Salem trials!”

“How is she significant to the plot, though?”

“She... she mentored Wanda, before she went to the dark side."

In the time he knew Wanda, she had been the sweetest person ever. She was like an older sister he didn’t know he needed, empathising with him on a cosmic level. They had come close before the events of Thanos happened. She was his person, and they shared a lot of secrets, this one being one of them.

“That’s one connection to her. What about the others? She keeps telling Vision that she doesn’t know what’s happening, but when the drone strike happened, she looked straight at the camera, like she knew,” Monica intervened.

“He tried to deploy a drone strike? In front of her children, after knowing very well that she saw her parents die in the Sokovian attack when she was ten? Is he fucking insane?!” Peter seethed, nearly crashing his fist on the table hard enough for cracks to appear on it.

“Peter, hey, calm down! You breaking things is not going to make the situation any better, okay? He already tried to chuck us out of this, you don’t go around breaking things now!” You said, holding him still as his body shook. You had never seen him this angry, and frankly, you would never want to see it again.

Peter was a sweet person, respecting people’s boundaries and always so understanding. He was the embodiment of good, even after living a fucked up life, he never projected his trauma on the other. He wore his emotions on his sleeves, and your heart clenched every single time, seeing him in pain.

"Listen, that's my sister in there, and she has no idea what she's doing. She needs our help and I'll do anything to help that woman and if you guys even think of hurting her I will make sure each of you regret it," Peter hissed, staring daggers at the silent team members of the room.

“Is there any way to reach there?” he asked, more softly than before. Darcy exchanged a look with Agent Woo and Monica, opening her mouth before knowing better and shutting it. “What?! Is there a way to communicate with her?”

“Follow us,” the brown woman said, breathing deeply as she looked at the other two silently.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, fidgeting with your fingers. He hadn't noticed himself holding your hands, your lips twitching when you realised he had done that unconsciously.

“Trust me, I don’t know half the things these ladies do,” Woo whispered, and Peter nodded along seriously.

“Whoa, I feel like there’s a secret underground base here! Is there a secret underground base?”

“Well, it’s not underground, and not really a secret anymore,” Captain Rambeau said, unravelling a curtain, revealing a small space with a million monitors and a wooden desk littered with laptops and too many empty coffee cups.

“This is so cool,” You whispered, watching in awe as Dracy lit up the screens, revealing various codes and stuff you didn’t really understand. Peter was already invested, babbling about codes and addresses and hidden files within hidden files, things that flew over your head at the speed of Darcy’s fingers on the keypad.

Leaning on the table with one hand, Your eye caught a flat round metal looking thing on the ground, picking it up and tracing it with your fingers. “Is this… a bullet?!”

“Yeah, it was hit on that suit, which turns out to be 87% kevlar. That happened when Captain shot at it,” Jimmy answered, giving you a smile as you dropped your jaw.

“She went in wearing a bulletproof vest right? Wanda just… manifested a dress made of kevlar?” You wondered, your words interrupted by Peter’s yelp.

“So, remember how Director Douchebag ordered a drone strike on Wanda?” she said, contemplating her words next as everyone turned towards her. “Turns out he’s been planning something else.”

“What’s that?” Jimmy asked, pointing at the screen, which displayed two boxes full of what seemed like cells.

“That’s Monica’s blood work, he’s been tracking it the whole time. The first time you travelled to the hex? It changed your cellular structure on a molecular level, twice.” She said.

A sombre expression took over the older woman’s face, pursing her lips. “He thinks I’m gaining powers.” Monica nodded.

“I may not be a genetic engineer, but from what I’m seeing here, he’s most likely right,” Peter interrupted, a silence taking over everyone. “He’s keeping track of the enhanced, if I’m not wrong.”

Shaking his head, he clenched his eyes when he heard another voice. You watched him weirdly, reaching to ask him if he was okay, before retracting your hand.

“Chill out sis, it’s not like you can kill your dead husband twice.”

“You’re right. He’s been tracking everyone who’s enhanced, including Vision.” Dracy said, typing something on the screen to show you the map of Westview, pulsing red and blue dots appearing in your sight.

“Do you know what his endgame is?”

“Yeah. Rebooting Vision.”

Peter inhaled sharply, trying not to let his face show the anger inside him as he looked at Monica with wide eyes, both of them looking at each other dangerously, both of them realising same thing.

“Then, I’m going in. Someone needs to tell her,” he said, looking at the others for affirmation.

You took a step back, gulping in anticipation of his words. Reaching out with a hand, you stared at him, hoping he wouldn't lash out. "Peter, you have to know, the hex is a dangerous place. You won't even remember who you are so there’s no point in you going in. You won’t be able to convince her to magically leave her hostages, she’ll just see you as an outsider and throw you out-"

"Captain Rambeau went in and she was able to get out!" he argued.

"Peter, I was tossed out because she saw me as a threat. She might not do that to you but going in that thing is dangerous, especially with your mutations-"

"I don't give a fuck about my mutation! You of all people should know how it feels like to lose family, Monica," Peter said, looking at her. The fire in his eyes spoke volumes. No one dared to intervene.

"Peter, your mutation could potentially kill you. You know the risks of going past the barrier due to your enhancements. The radiations are altering DNA to a molecular level, your cells-”

"-are already metastasizing! My spider DNA is going to get me killed some day because my body won’t be able to handle it anymore, so I don't care, I'm going and that's final." He nodded, puffing his chest to show that he wasn't going to step down.

"Fine, I'll come with you then," You said, looking at him as you said that. A lump formed in your throat as you realised that he was so willing to sacrifice himself, and blood pumped in your veins as determination set in along with a rush of adrenaline.

"Do as you please." He shrugged, pursing his lips, but his eyes were a different story. You felt sick, insides tearing themselves up as you took a good look at him and his pallor, the artificial lights illuminating the scar tissues on his face. Ones that you knew were inflicted by his years of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

***

“Maximoff is never gonna negotiate with us,” Hayward said, circling the table as Monica looked at him with disbelief in her expression. “We’ll need all the guns we have here to stop her.”

“We can’t outgun her, but what we can do is try and talk her out of this. Antagonising her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution!” Monica argued, looking forward.

“She’s already killed thousands during the Sokovian attack. How do you guarantee that she won’t kill another person she finds threatening?!”

“She was guilty about it. It wasn’t her fault, do not bring that into this.”

“Yeah? Well, the guilt isn’t going to bring back the dead children is it?”

"The dead children aren't coming back, but those people trapped in Westview? They can, if you fucking let us!"

"Fine. But someone will be monitoring you."

Negotiations with your boss and commanding team of SWORD concerning the ship was a tough feat. you had finally convinced them to let you and Peter go across the border, but Darcy and Monica were to be on the radio in case everything went amiss.

Sitting in the (illegally acquired) van, you watched Jimmy, who was trying to teach Peter the card trick, invested in the trick yourself. Leaning forward to get a better view, you tried not to let the rush of blood in your cheeks get to you at the close proximity with Peter, heart pounding with every step you took closer to the hex.

“I did it! I finally did it, Y/N, look!” Peter said, showing you the trick, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm.

“That’s great! You should show it to Morgan, she’ll like it.”

“How do you know about Morgan?”

“I know everything.”

You may have been bluffing, but he seemed to have caught on your cue, the awkward tension reappearing as he shifted in his seat, twisting and turning and going back to the magic trick. You tried not to smile, but your mouth never did coordinate with your brain.

“We’re here,” the driver said, parking the van.

“Okay let’s go through this again: Captain Rambeau and Dr. Lewis will be on the radio while you try and get in, stay near a radio as much as you can so we can try and communicate, and do not try to meddle with Wanda,” Jimmy said, going over your checklist.

You were skeptical of the plan, thinking about how successful your mission was going to be, considering how powerful she had become in her own little sitcom. You had heard of her expanding the borders just after you had started driving near it.

“You ready?” Peter asked, taking your hand as you nodded, and wrapped your fingers around his knuckles, before taking a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, looking over your shoulders to see the FBI agent giving you a thumbs up, muttering something into the comms. Looking back at Peter, you felt dizzy with the buzzing anxiety, the pull of the barrier strong.

Stepping close to it, you felt electricity buzz in your veins, shuddering at the chilling sensation and sudden exposure to stimuli, your gut twisting the more your hand went in the hexagonal anomaly. You swore you felt your physical being tear apart, your life flashing in front of you in a white hot light, your brain was practically mush with how much force you needed just to get in.

"I thought we would be able to get in easily!" Peter shouts, his screams echoing in your eardrums, mixed with your own screams.

"She's becoming more powerful the longer she stays inside, and so is the hex," You replied, gasping for a breath as you tried to move forward.

With a final scream, you closed your eyes at the static sound bombarded your ears, you couldn't fathom how loud it must be for Peter, sending a look towards him. His eyes were scrunched, hands curled around his head and ears to stop the sound. Before you could comment on his state, your own vision doubled, bright green and magenta lights appearing out of nowhere, the coiling of your gut intensifying, and before you knew it, the strong force pulled you inside, throwing you off on the hard concrete of the road, and everything went dark.

***

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Everything is alright,” Wanda said, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she sat on the couch.

She repeated the phrase like clockwork, just like being a mom to two half synthezoid pre-teens and the gatekeeper of Westview. Snapping out of her daze, she felt something in her brain stir, realising with a start that something had been messing with the barrier-- or, rather, someone.

Closing her eyes, she willed her powers, similar to the ones Tommy had, to look past the barrier, opening her eyes with a flash when she saw a familiar face.

“Peter,” she muttered, the brown eyed boy who she had come to think of as a brother materialising in front of her, dropping on the carpet with a thud as his unconscious form fell on top of Yours. Wanda remembered you from all the stories Peter had told her about.

Crouching down, she reached out to touch you both. Her eyes glowing red as she held a finger to your and his forehead, scrunching her eyelids as she navigated both of your heads.

A lonely young girl was seen sitting on a rock, the wind blowing wisps of her dark hair along with her dress. Suddenly, the noise of clucking of horseshoes could be heard, a woman coming into view as she got off her horse.

“Feeling lonely and afraid at the middle of the night when you’re a young and beautiful teenage girl?” the woman in the cowgirl shoes said, holding her hip as the girl nodded. “Well, don’t worry, every young girl must have a sword at her disposal!”

“A sword?” the young girl asked, tilting her head as she took the object in her hand.

“Yes, a s.w.o.r.d, my dear. Fear not, for the sword will protect you from all the hexes around you.”

The girl smiled, looking at the camera with the cowgirl’s hands on her shoulder. “A sword to protect the young!”

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“What are you two doing here and not at school?” Wanda chortled, startling the two who were now very much conscious. The boy moved, fisting his eyes, and he curled his hands to stretch the kinks that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, the varsity jacket scrunching underneath his fists.

“Babe?” the boy groaned, messing up his hair, looking at the general direction of the girl.

Putting on a smile, Wanda folded her arms, biting her lips at how adorable the two of you were.

“Ben? Is that you?” the girl asked, looking at her disheveled frock with a confused expression, finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. “Oh my god, babe, I swear we were at the bleachers not long ago. Did you manifest teleportation powers now?”

“Miss Maximoff! You’re Billy and Tommy’s mom! Babe, we’re in Billy and Tommy’s house!” The guy, Ben said, his voice rising up an octave as he looked at his surroundings.

He couldn't remember much about the Maximoffs, except that his neighbours talk about the weird mom and dad almost everyday in the gossip sessions. Whatever, he wasn't interested in them.

"She turned them into teenagers."

"Well there goes our plan. Do we still have back up ready?"

“That’s right, kids. Now, what were you two naughty children doing out of school?” Wanda asked, helping the two kids get up as the boy blushed, stuttering an apology.

“We- we weren’t ditching, I swear, Miss Maximoff! We were just-”

"-Doing homework! Because… because Ben's a nerd and he doesn't like that he gets behind because of the baseball team!" the girl said, stuttering as Ben nodded along with her.

“Yeah! We weren't making out or anything! Even if we're totally dating."

Their relationship wasn't exactly your normal relationship. It was more of a… mutually beneficial relationship.

Well, so far they had the entire town fooled, having them all think that a guy such as Benjamin Fitzpatrick would ever date a girl like her, who liked her books more than her siblings.

"Hmm, well, thankfully, I'm a cool mom and I will not tell your parents about this… thing. Whatever it was. Anyone want cheesecake?" Wanda smiled, clapping her hands once as she looked at the two teenagers.

Ben's stomach growled at the thought of food. "You don't have to do it, Miss Maximoff, but I would love some," he said, sheepishly looking at the ground, and wincing at another growl.

Wanda chuckled, patting the boys back kindly. "Oh honey, it's alright. Come on, don't be shy, the both of you!" she said, looking over her shoulder and saying, "and it's just Wanda! Miss Maximoff makes me feel old, you know."

They followed her to the kitchen, taking in the interior of the house. Ben's eyes caught something from the corner, it was almost as if it was… flickering? Shaking his head, he dug his fingers in his eyes, wondering if he was still feeling the effects of the time he had hit his head during the baseball practice.

"You okay?" the girl asked, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Yeah, probably the aftereffects of a concussion." He nodded, burrowing his brows in confusion.

"Hmm, should probably get that thick little noggin of yours checked by the nurse." She snickered, hitting his shoulders playfully. Her heart was beating fast, he noted, wondering how he could hear it so clearly. The thought that he would have to leave her after she gets a date for prom made him sad.

They may be faking their relationship, but he had caught on very fast and realised that he wanted it to be real. As real as the town of Westview.

Wait, what?

"You know we don't have to pretend anymore, right?" Ben said, looking at the girl as she came to a halt. Miss Maximoff was nowhere in sight, the house eerily silent with her heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"This is the best ship SWORD could ever make."

The awkward silence was interrupted by the opening of the front door, a loud jingle as Agnes came strutting in, a big smile on her face. It made Ben's neck sting weirdly, slapping his hand at the base to nullify the feeling.

"Hello, children! What are you doing, skipping school like the little troublemakers you are?" She grinned, pinching each of their cheeks as her voice took a baby-like tone to it. Ben took a step back, grimacing as she continued pinching his cheeks.

"Um, we weren't- we have no idea actually-"

"Agnes! Oh, what great timing! Were you here for Billy and Tommy?" Wanda came in, a plate full of cheesecake and crackers in her hand.

"Oh, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda! Your little troublemakers are already in my house, or did you forget?" She chuckled, the sound of her laughter taking a higher pitch.

Wanda furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something, before closing it, a grin taking over. "Right. Yeah, of course! They really love it there with you, huh?"

"That's right, everybody loves Auntie Agnes!"

Ben looked at his girlfriend again, feeling strangely out of place between the two women.

"Um, Miss Ma- Wanda? C-Can we go now? I feel like-"

"Oh, Ben, don't be ridiculous! Why don't you sit down and take a breather? You look pale, hon." Wanda smiled, setting down the plate and ushering the two kids on the table, both of whom looked at the table with hunger in their eyes. Well, it had been long since lunch break.

"Thank you for the cheesecake Mi- uh, Wanda, we appreciate it," the girl said, promptly digging in after the affirmation.

***

Vision knew something was wrong the moment Agnes showed signs of knowing what was going on. The first time it happened, he was sure his paranoid wife would do something, but she had continued to act as if nothing was wrong with Agnes' behaviour.

Walking down the road in his ridiculous costume, he nearly sighed in resignation, before he realised that he wasn't capable of such human actions.

One more thing that perplexed him to no end was his strangely human behaviour. It was as if someone was forcing him to act more human, some weird force that was so unlike Wanda's warm presence, something more foreign and way out of his realm (like the gum incident. He sure did remember Wanda chastising him for doing this atrocity, surely she couldn't have been the one controlling him? Right?).

His mechanical heart ached for his wife. She had gone through a lot, from what he had read from her thoughts; losing a brother (twice, if the absence of Pietro was anything but a confirmation), and then him (it didn't bother him much. He was a synthezoid, there was entirely a possibility that he could be revived).

He just really missed her, he realised. Their relationship had been strained ever since the boys were born. He didn't blame the drift on his boys, of course. He loved them to no end, would sacrifice himself for them, but he couldn't help but notice the change it brought in Wanda.

The arrival of Pietro 2.0 didn't help either.

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet halted their movements, and with a snap he realised that he had somehow made it to Ellis avenue, the border's static buzzing through his entire being.

"You look lost, buddy," a strange man said.

Looking at the man, Vision tilted his head, looking through the database of Westview to see that the man seemed to be nowhere in the records. How had he made it here?

"I- I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked, leaning against the car door to peer inside, the man sitting rigid. It was only then did he realise that the man's eyes seemed… glazed, almost like he wasn't aware. Looking back at the barrier, Vision gaped at the view in front of him.

The man's car was half inside and half outside the barrier, the slow moving particles seemed to be disintegrating the vehicle, watching in awe as sparks flew the closer the barrier came to the man.

"Listen, you have to get out of here before that thing destroys you." Vision tried shaking the man, but to no avail. His attempts were in vain as the man simply grunted. "Listen! Can you hear me? What's happening? Why is the barrier moving?"

He tried opening the door, but it was shut firmly. Groaning, he punched the door, nearly falling to catch the falling man, who was mumbling some incoherent mumbo jumbo.

"Wanda, what are you up to...?" Vision muttered to himself, realising with a start that the barrier was expanding and the man had come from outside the barrier.

Looking at the muttering man, he quickly moved them both away from the barrier, propping him up against the grass.

"I'm sorry," Vision said, his hands gliding yellow as he touched the man's forehead, his own circuits being bombarded with incoherent noises.

"Oh god! I'm sorry, please save me! Please, this hurts, this- you- you're the Vision!" the man screamed.

"Yes, I'm the Vision! Now, can you stay still? I'm trying to help you!"

"-Please! She's in my head!"

His hands lit up again, the yellow light smothering the man's forehead as he went still again, as Vision retracted his hands regretfully. Opting to leave the man there, he stood up again, startling once again that day when he heard a shrill cry, the body of… Geraldine? Appearing out of the barrier. Shaking his head, he was convinced that he was hallucinating, if that was even possible for a droid, and turned around to walk back home.

(Agatha gave a satisfied chuckle, purple sparks erupting from her fingers as she turned back to Wanda, pretending that that didn't just happen.)

***

"Do you think our school is a little… solitary?" Ben asked, inhaling a puff of smoke from the blunt in his hands. His girlfriend and him were sitting on the rooftop of Westview high, their feet swinging against the edge as she clutched at Pe- Ben for dear life.

Peter? Who was that?

"Did you see that?? Peter was right, that was Agatha Harkness and she's been the one manipulating the people, it never was Wanda! It was meant to be a plot twist, but I totally predicted it."

"Um…"

"What? I'm invested."

Peter?

Y/n? Can you hear me? Please say yes if you can hear me.

She noticed the static sound of the radio speaking to someone. The static noise increased, and Ben didn't seem to have noticed the small portable radio malfunctioning. Shrugging it off, she went back to passing the blunt from her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The word ignited a flame in her chest. Ben, who she faked her dates with once upon a time, now was her actual, real boyfriend, who she was ditching homework to smoke a blunt with, uncaring of her nearing curfew. Her parents would have her head if she found out.

"Do you hear that?" She asked, exhaling the stale air from her lungs. She knew it was more of the deep breathing than the weed, but it made her feel serene.

"I've been hearing a lot of things lately." He croaked, clearing his throat, sniffing the air as he leaned back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. His glasses were sliding off his face. She reached to push them back up, smiling at the flush of his face.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, slipping her fingers through his, rubbing a hand on his back. His life had been difficult, she knew about him being an orphan, but she didn't know he was having a hard time with life at the very moment, her heart aching for the poor boy.

"I don't know, I keep hearing these voices in my head. Children screaming, people crying, and this… this buzz at my neck, I can't ignore it anymore! I feel like I'm going insane and I can't keep them quiet! I've tried, but it's like they're trying to communicate with me."

Her eyes softened, hands running through his thick, straight hair as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, the height at which they were sitting on didn't matter, she had him in her arms.

"He broke the fourth wall. He's been hearing things, just like Billy."

Wiping away his tears, she kissed his forehead, rubbing her hands gently on his back.

"It's gonna be okay. You're okay, they'll go away soon." She reassured, folding her legs to get up, and pulling him up with her. "It's getting late, and mom will have my head if I'm later than curfew."

"You've broken curfew before." He chuckled, stepping closer to Her, his hands on her hips.

Moving forward, she enclosed her hands around his shoulders, intertwining her fingers at the nape of his neck. Standing on her highest tip toes, she crashed her lips into his, their bodies swaying with the cold wind.

"Awww, they're so cute! Exes to lovers, I like it."

"I agree. Didn't see the fake dating coming though."

"Right?! Wanda should start a production company."

"If Agnes lets these people go."

***

Meanwhile, Monica had managed to find an abandoned shack in the backyard of Wanda's neighbour's house, her body buzzing with a familiar tension.

Opening the shack, she saw the trails of purple, vein like thing running their tracks until they reached somewhere she couldn't see. She didn't notice another person creeping up on her, too busy looking at the trails.

"Snoopers gonna snoop," the voice said, making her jump out of her skin, and keeping a hand on her heaving chest to stop her from hyperventilating.

"Pietro?!" She startled, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. The neighbourhood was eerily silent, leaning against the wall, before deciding against it and squared her shoulders, looking at the man in front of her.

"Yeah, that's me. But who are you? And what are you doing in Margie's backyard?" he asked defensively. She would have found the expression comical if it wasn't for her racing heart and adrenaline filled brain.

"I could ask you the same thing," she said, folding her arms to show a defensive stance.

"I'm here because… I live here?" he muttered, borrowing his brows as his eyes glazed over again, "Yeah, wait, no... I live with my sister! Who lives two houses from here! What am I doing here?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"God, this is so weird. First Wanda was being weird, now I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

***

Billy was afraid. He knew that he should be stronger and braver, if not for himself, then for Tommy. His momma always told him that the only thing to fear was fear itself, and he didn't know what that meant, but he knew that he had to be braver to get back to his mom and dad.

"Billy, I'm scared," Tommy whimpered. "I'm hearing voices again."

"It's gonna be okay, Mom and Dad will be here soon," he reassured, just as scared as his brother. They were only twelve minutes apart, but he still felt a responsibility for him.

Mom said that they both reminded of her own brother- Uncle Pietro.

Hearing the door open, he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"She's here! Billy, she's here!"

"I know! I know! Shh!"

Her footsteps came closer, the cackling of her laughter making his heart pound. His brother buried himself in his shoulders, both of them huddled next to each other, as if the inevitable could be avoided.

"How are my best boys doing?" Agnes' shrill voice rang, making Billy breathe faster.

"We want Mommy," Tommy whimpered, sounding as small as Billy felt.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, that's not happening anytime soon." She tsked, sounding as apologetic as the villains in the action movies his mom forbade him from watching.

"Why's that?" Billy asked, squaring his shoulders as much as he could.

"You didn't hear? Mommy's dead."

And his world crashed, his brain crowding with darkness.

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Here Comes the Hammer

Pairing: Thor x fem!Reader

Words: 2709

Summary: The team’s teasing leads to you and your Asgardian boyfriend trying an adventurous new position.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex in a position that could potentially cause injury if attempted without proper prep), fluffy Thor, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: This is for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is that even a sex position?” weekly challenge, this week being “Thor’s Hammer”, so I figured our favorite Asgardian puppy would be perfect for this! Sort of a continuation of my previous Thor fic, but could def be considered a one shot.

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You had been working in the lab with Bruce for 3 hours now, making final tweaks to a formula that had been nagging at you for weeks. You were about to run another test when both of your phones went off, indicating someone had put out something in the group chat.

“Anything important?” You asked as Bruce moved to check his phone, since he was closer, continuing to scribble notes on your clipboard.

“Not sure, it looks like Nat sent us a video.” He opened the message and suddenly turned beet red, slamming his phone face down on the table immediately. “No, not important.”

“Shit, what’s wrong?” You asked, worried at his sudden change in demeanor when you heard another ding from your devices.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna take a break.” He said, his voice cracking as he tugged at his collar. He avoided making eye contact with you as he shuffled out of the lab.

“What? Banner! We’re about to run the final test!” You yelled after him as he scurried away. “Alright what the fuck is going on.” You grumbled as you moved to pick up your phone, hissing between your teeth as you opened the attachment. “Son of a bitch, Romanoff!!” You bellowed as you tore out of the lab.

You stormed through the compound, fully prepared to beat the shit out of your friend once you found her. Sam and Steve saw you first and quickly moved out of your way, Sam trying to suppress his laughter while Steve avoided eye contact with you, a flush creeping over his neck as he spluttered. You just flipped the two of them off as you strode past them, sending Sam into hysterics.

“Hey there, Y/N. Did you happen to see that video Nat sent out earlier?” Tony asked you innocently as you thundered into the commissary, seething.

“Where the fuck is she, Tony? I’m going to murder her.” You growled at him, your unsuccessful search making you even more angry.

“She and Clint headed out on an op this morning, why is something wrong?” He was giving you that stupid shit-eating grin that you just wanted to slap off his smug face.

“Good morning, Stark! Y/N, my love, I was so distressed when I woke to find you missing from our bed!” Thor bent down to give you a deep kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before pressing between and tangling with yours. You had to put a hand on his chest and push him away after a minute so you could catch your breath, your brain needing a second to reset. “Also, I ran into Banner, he seemed rather upset when I tried to speak to him, and I’ve noticed people acting strangely whenever I approach them.” Maria walked into the kitchen then but immediately turned around and left when she saw you, giggling. “See? Just like that.”

You rolled your head to glare at Tony, whose grin had now spread so wide it was bordering on Cheshire cat territory. He put up his hands and started backing away as you narrowed your eyes and growled at him. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“Has something happened?” Thor was looking at you with concern as he cupped your cheek, bringing your face around so he could gaze into your eyes.

You felt yourself relax as you looked back at him. He was so considerate and sweet and when he looked at you like this you could just melt. Damn him.

“Thor, sweetie.” You searched for the words to explain exactly what had set you off and made every interaction the two of you were going to have with the team in the future extremely awkward. “Hmm, y’know how different sex positions have names, and how some of them could probably be considered funny?”

“Yes, you Midgardians are wonderfully inventive. I do admire your wit.” He grinned at you.

“Right, well… shit. Fuck it, I’m just going to show you.” You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket and opened the group chat with a sigh. Curse the man for not being able to figure out smart phones. There were significantly more responses to the video now, mostly laughing faces and reaction GIFs. God, you hated your friends sometimes.

This you, Y/N? Natasha had provided as a caption.

Thor watched the video with intense interest as it played, eyes glued to the screen. It opened with the words “Thor’s Hammer” scrolling across the screen before opening to a woman bent almost in half on a couch as her partner towered over her, fucking her brutally as she screamed in pleasure.

“She seemed to enjoy herself.” He said as the video ended, brows furrowed as he considered things. “Natasha’s joke is that you’re the woman in the video? Because the sex position is called ‘Thor’s Hammer’, and you’re sleeping with me, and I’m Thor?”

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. Sometimes you had to explain these types of jokes to him and a certain amount of humor was lost in translation. You poured the two of you some tea and handed him his before leaning back on the counter and taking a deep breath.

“And you’re angry because Natasha made a sex joke at your expense?”

“Kind of.” You frowned as you considered what exactly had set you off about the video. “I guess it was more the surprise of it. And the fact that she sent it to all of our friends, some of whom have very old-fashioned ideas about this sort of thing.” You said, considering poor Steve.

“Ah, yes, the Captain.” He said with a wry smirk before gulping down the rest of his tea and putting the mug in the dishwasher. “I think I know how to get back at her.” He said as he lifted your phone again, starting to type something.

“No, honey, what’re you doing?” You reached for your phone, but he danced away from you, chuckling as he kept the device just out of your reach. “Thor.”

“Gods, how can you type anything with this tiny little keyboard?” He complained as he continued playing his game of keep away. He was now typing one handed as lifted the phone over his head, doing his best to hold you back with his other arm. He’d underestimated your persistence though as you climbed on the counter and pounced on his back.

“Aha, sent!” He beamed at you over his shoulder as you tried to shimmy up him like a tree, your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached for your device.

“What did you do?” You hissed as he dropped the phone into your hand. “Thanks for the inspiration, Natasha. Thor. Oh my god!” You groaned, tucking your head into his shoulder. “That took you so long to type!”

“Those buttons are too small!” He chuckled, wrapping his arms behind him to bring you around to his front and pressing his lips to your hair.

Your phone was buzzing in your hand repeatedly in your hand. You took a look at the screen and cursed, damning whoever had told Tony Stark about reaction GIFs. The man was a menace.

Poor Steve wandered into the commissary to see you wound around your Asgardian boyfriend, slightly disheveled after your attempt to get your phone back.

“Oh my god.” He spluttered before backing out of the kitchen, all the blood draining from his face as he avoided making eye contact with you. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, Steve!” You called after him, untangling yourself from Thor as he let out a deep laugh. You tried to catch up to him but when you poked your head out the doorframe, all you got at was him jogging away down the corridor. “That poor prude.” You said, shaking your head as you turned back to Thor, yelping to find him right behind you.

“You ready to try it out, love?” He asked, gazing down at your through lust blown pupils as he pressed you against the doorframe.

“Fuck.” You whined as he buried his face in your neck, brushing his teeth over your jugular before sucking at the hollow behind your ear, and your felt a rush of arousal flood your panties. “Thor, we need to go back to the room.”

“Why? It’s not like we’ve never done it in the commissary before.” He mumbled against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of electricity that you were pretty sure he did on purpose.

“Not at 11 AM!” You gasped as his fingers dug into your hips and pressed you into him, grinding his growing erection against your hip.

“I think maybe you’re the prude.” He teased before lifting you effortlessly and flinging you over his shoulder with a squeal, silencing you with a slap on the ass as he started carrying you back to your room, grinning at each person he passed as you laughed breathlessly.

You groaned as you passed Sam and Rhodes chatting in the hall, the two of them giving you lecherous grins and catcalls as Thor strode past determinedly. Maria gave you a double thumbs up when she saw the two of you, and you returned it with a grin.

You finally reached your apartment and he kicked the door open with a slam, making you jump. He dropped you on the couch and gave you a quick peck on the lips before going to close the door, and you worked on stripping off your clothes. When he turned back to you, you were in only your bra and panties, and he growled as he stalked towards you.

He ripped off his shirt before pouncing on you, burying his face between your breasts as his arms wrapped around you, pressing you to him as he sucked soft bruises against your skin, making you whine. His fingers moved to the clasps of your bra, undoing it quickly and sliding it down your shoulders before tossing it aside. You ran your fingers through his hair as he laved his tongue over one of your nipples, drawing it to a sensitive peak as he palmed your other breast. He moved to do the same with your other bud at the same time he dipped his fingers into your panties, humming against you as his fingers brushed over your slick coated folds.

“Fuck.” You groaned as he slipped a finger inside you, your hands tugging painfully at his hair as he curled it against that sweet spot and you clenched around him.

“I want you ready for me love.” He murmured as he brought his face back up to yours, pressing his lips to yours softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling it against your own. You felt his grin as you whined when he slid a second finger inside you, scissoring them as he stretched your canal and you arched yourself into his hand. He gave you one more quick peck on the lips before leaving a trail of soft kisses down your torso, coming to rest between your thighs and slipping off your panties.

He ran his tongue over your folds as his fingers curled inside you, making you squirm as he kept bypassing your clit, his breath teasing it without ever making content.

“Damnit, Thor!” You cursed him as he brushed his tongue past your tiny bundle of nerves again. It was throbbing with need as he fucked you with his fingers. “Quit being a fucking tease!”

His chest rumbled as he gave a low chuckle, then his lips wrapped around your clit and you saw stars. Your thighs clenched around his head and every muscle in your back seized, arching you off the couch violently as you came against his face. You were white-knuckling the cushions as you rode it out, your muscles vibrating with pleasure as you came down slowly.

Thor stood up once you relaxed your thighs, beaming down at you as he slipped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. You were looking a bit fucked out, but the grin you gave him let him know you were still up for more.

“You ready for the hammer?” He asked you with a lecherous wink.

You giggled hysterically as he yanked you down the couch, hooking his hands under your knees as he climbed above you, one foot resting on the armrest and the other stretched over your torso and slotted under your neck as you brought your knees up to rest against your cheek.

“Thank god I took up yoga huh?” You joked as you schooled your breathing.

He gave you a grin as he slid into you easily, letting out a deep groan as you drew him into you, your cunt clenching and fluttering around him as he slowly sheathed himself in you.

“Fuck.” He hissed, making you whine. Thor almost never cursed and when he did, it did things to you. “You still alright, beautiful?”

“I’m great. Oh my god!” He was fully seated in you now, and his massive cock was hitting you in a spot that was previously undiscovered, lighting you up from the inside. “Jesus, fuck, right there!”

He slipped out of you a bit before slamming home again and you almost blacked out, it felt so good. He began thrusting in earnest and you were having trouble thinking as he dragged himself over that spot with each plunge.

All you could focus on was the feel of him moving inside you, each thrust bringing you closer to what you were sure was going to be the most intense orgasm you had ever had. Your breath was coming in shallow gasps, and you were worried about passing out.

“Gods, you feel amazing.” He whispered as you squeezed your thighs together, tightening yourself around his cock even more. Your pussy was absolutely soaked, a series of lewd squelches filling the room as he thrust into you over and over. You wrapped your hand around his calf, seeking an anchor as he pounded you into the cushions, making it difficult to catch your breath. “You close, love?”

All you could do was whimper as your cunt clamped down on him, your release squirting out of you as you came harder than you ever had. You felt him throbbing inside of you when he let out a moan and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as he shot his cum into you, continuing his thrusts and shoving his seed deep inside you.

Thor pulled out of you gingerly once he was finished, watching you closely for any signs of injury. You just laid there as you came down, your knees on either side of your face which looked exceptionally fucked out, your mouth in a sloppy grin as he looked at you.

“Can you move, sweetheart?” He asked as he moved around the sofa, seriously concerned he might have broken something in you.

“Just a sec.” You groaned before working to unfold yourself, your muscles stiff from being bent in that unnatural position for so long. “Fuck me.”

He knelt next to and pressed his lips to yours, one hand cradling your head as he scooped the other under your knees and picked you up easily, starting to carry you to the bathroom.

“Let’s run a bath for you, love.” He murmured as you tucked your face into his neck blissed out. “Give those muscles a break.”

“Jesus, honey, you’re spoiling me.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how fucking sweet he was.

“Good.” He murmured against your hair. “I like spoiling you.”

You groaned at that, and he gave you a wink.

The two of you made your way down to the commissary for game night three hours later. You had never felt more relaxed, though your legs were still a bit jelly-like. Nat saw you first and gave a wolf-whistle, quickly joined by the rest of the team, giving you a chorus of jeers and catcalls.

“Hey Friday,” Tony called, “play ‘Here Comes the Hammer.’”

Thor let out a roar of laughter and you just rolled your eyes as the two of you sat down, curling around each other as you prepared for a cutthroat game of mafia.

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